1 comments/ 5363 views/ 3 favorites Holding Nothing Back By: komrad1156 *Note to readers: This story deals with the fetish of smoking. If that offends you, please find another story to read without wasting your time or mine by leaving a negative comment which will just be deleted. Additionally, please spare me the lecture about smoking and its associated health risks. In all cases, life comes with a death sentence. There are NO exceptions. What we do in between birth and death is a matter of personal choice. As long those choices are legal and harm no one else, they are the individual person's decisions and theirs alone. Many men find women who smoke to be incredibly attractive for a variety of reasons. I'm not going to try and justify it because it's a fact. For those who find that unlikely, I can assure them the internet is full of videos and stories on this topic and they can find out for themselves. ___________________________________ "Good luck, Sergeant Phillips," the command sergeant major told him. "You've been a good NCO. I hate to see you leave the Army, but I know you'll do well at whatever you choose do. Do you have anything lined up yet?" "I'm going back to my hometown of Bellingham, Washington, which is north of Seattle and just south of the Canadian border. I'm already signed up for classes at the community college in town and after a year or two there I plan to go to the University of Washington in Seattle." "Sounds like a plan, son. Stick with it and give it everything you got. You got a girl waiting for you by any chance?" "No, Sergeant Major. I've been too busy since I enlisted to even think about settling down so no, there's no one back home waiting for me. But I can tell you this, when I do find someone, I'm gonna put everything I have into making it work. I won't be holding anything back." "I've been married twice myself and have no intention of making a third mistake until I'm retired and can grow roots. Hell, you know what it's like. You were deployed over half of your four years on active duty." "I was. Fifteen months in Iraq and twelve more in Afghanistan. That's enough for me." Both men paused to remember their comrades who didn't come home alive as well as those who'd lost arms or legs or even both. Eric Phillips had seen the ugly side of the Army and he needed a break. Truth be told, he really enjoyed the camaraderie and he'd miss that part a lot. For now, he only wanted to go to school and find a woman who wanted to give back as much he wanted to give. He believed marriage was an all-in proposition. He just needed to find a woman who felt the same way. Okay, she had to be good looking, too, but Phillips knew that wouldn't be a problem as he'd had one girlfriend after another in high school and all kinds of dates and hookups on active duty when he wasn't deployed. Finding cute girls was easy, finding one as committed as he was might not be so simple. ___________________________________ "So what are you going to do, honey?" Jay Campbell asked his daughter, Bradley. "What can I do, Dad? I know it isn't me. I've tried and tried and tried, but he has no interest in me. None." "Bradley? Have you seriously considered he might be gay?" "Dad! Of course not. Why would you even say that? He just doesn't have any interest in being intimate." Bradley stopped and said, "Wow, when I say that out loud it sounds pretty bad, doesn't it? But seriously, I'm almost certain he's not gay. Almost." "I only ask because he's very handsome, he dresses very fastidiously, and your house is incredibly well-decorated and clean. And cleaning the house is something I know isn't your doing." "Dad! Jeez. Give me a break already. I clean the house." "Sure you do, honey. So do I." Her dad had a cleaning service come in twice a week because he hated cleaning the house. Since her mom died, he hadn't had much interest in anything except his two girls. Bradley shot him one of her patented if-looks-could-kill faces and her father backed off. "Okay, so again, what are you gonna to do?" her father asked. Without looking at her father, Bradley said solemnly, "I filed for divorce this morning, Dad." As she said those words out loud, she began to cry. Her father hugged her but didn't speak. "It's just so unfair. I was ready to give him anything and everything and I got nothing in return. Just pain and heartache and loneliness." She sobbed for a while then said, "I swear I'm going to be very careful before I ever get involved with anyone else again. I'm going to need to be sure he's the kind of man who will put everything he has into the relationship; someone who won't hold back anything." She cried a little more and finished by saying, "Who would have ever dreamed any man would say 'no' to his wife over and over and over?" Her dad had heard it all before from her—over and over and over—and he was out of words. This had gone on for two years and while it broke his heart, he knew Bradley was doing the only thing she could. She'd dated so many guys and chosen so carefully. If her husband wasn't gay then none of this made any sense to him. While Jay wasn't really excited about sex any more himself, he could still vividly remember how good it was when his wife was alive. It had been very pleasurable for both of them, and he couldn't imagine turning his wife down even once let alone every time since the honeymoon. Even then, they'd only had sex a couple of times and Bradley said it wasn't much to talk about. His hope was that his little girl would eventually find the right guy who would love her the way she wanted to be loved because the one thing he was sure of was that Bradley was a giver and a pleaser. How her husband could reject that kind of love was baffling to say the least. ___________________________________
 Every once in a while, there's an Indian Summer in Western Washington and the warm, beautiful August weather hangs on for another week or two into September. This was one of those years. Eric had one whole week of college behind him and was heading to his Psych 101 class when he saw her. She was sitting outside looking at Mount Rainier which was crystal clear in all its majesty. She saw she was painting it, and he stopped well behind and watched. She was really good. And she was cute. He couldn't be sure, but she looked like she might be a little older than he was, but age wasn't on his priority list when it came to women. He moved a little closer then finally said, "I'm envious." She turned around briefly then turned back to her canvas. "I can't paint at all," he said. An instant later, she did a double take. "Oh, my God. I thought you were someone else for a moment." "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" he asked as he stood next to her. "You're not gay are you?" she asked without looking up. Eric laughed and said, "No, I'm pretty sure I'm not gay. Why, is that a crime or something?" "No, it's not a crime. So are you pretty sure or...sure?" she said as she continued painting. "Why do you ask? Are you gay?" "I don't discuss those kinds of things with perfect strangers," she told him as she continued to fill in the mountain. Eric saw a coffee cart outside and said, "It's been a long time since anyone called me perfect, but thank you for the compliment." The girl's laugh encouraged him so he said, "If you'll let me buy you a cup of coffee, I'll come back and talk to you. If you're nice, I'll even tell you my name and then we won't be strangers—perfect or otherwise." "Just coffee," she said as she turned to look at him again. As Eric walked away to buy coffee she couldn't help but see the parallels. He was handsome, had short, dark hair, was dressed very...what was the word her dad had used? Oh, fastidiously. But he was really cute, he had a sense of humor, and she really wanted a cup of coffee, so why not? "I'm Eric, by the way," he said as he handed her a cup. "There's cream and sugar if you like." "Just black is fine, Eric by-the-way," she said as she pulled off the lid and took a sip. "A sense of humor. I like that. And you can paint. That's really beautiful," he said as he pointed to her painting. "Just like you." Bradley turned her head toward him then lowered it slightly and raised one eyeball. "That was cheesy. Thank you, but still very cheesy." "Cheesy? Okay, maybe. But that doesn't make it any less true. You are very pretty. Do you have a name?" "Uh, yes, I do have a name. It's Bradley. Bradley Campbell—and not by the way." "Bradley Campbell. Okay, so you have a boy's name but since you don't look like any guy I've ever seen, I suppose that works." Bradley feigned a huff and dismissed his comment. "Would it be presumptuous to assume you're an art major?" he asked as he sipped his coffee. "It would," she said. She painted a few more strokes then said, "But it would also be true. How about you? What are your big plans, Eric by-the-way?" "Well, I just got out of the Army in June and I have one entire week of college under my belt, so with all that experience, I really hate to start bragging about myself. I mean, you'd be so impressed I wouldn't even have to try and win you over." She sat her brush down and turned to face him. "Win me over? Good luck with that. But I have to admit you are funny." She took a sip of her coffee then picked the brush back before saying without looking at him, "And from what little I know, I'm willing to admit you even seem to be kind of nice." "Is that all?" he asked as he took another sip from his cup. "Fishing for a compliment are we?" she asked. "You can't get a bite if you don't throw out a line," he said smiling. "Okay, you're cute, too. Satisfied?" "No, but that's a nice start. I said you were pretty so I was kind of hoping for handsome, but cute will do." "Don't press your luck, soldier," she told him. "Just so you know, I'm recently divorced and not looking for a relationship." "I'm sorry about your marriage. I'm also sorry you're not looking." "I should know better than to ask, but okay, I'll bite. And why is that?" she asked with mild bemusement. "Because I'm the kind of guy who's going to give everything he's got to his marriage. There'll be nothing held back. Well, once I find the right girl, that is. But if you're her and you're not even looking, then we'll both miss out of the chance of a lifetime." Bradley was so taken aback by what he said she couldn't speak. She couldn't even think. "Hey? You okay?" Phillips waved his hand in front of her face. "Yoo-hoo? Anyone home?" "So you're really not gay?" she asked again. "Nope. 100% guaranteed. You?" He asked her out before he left, and although she'd promised herself she'd wait at least six months before agreeing to a date, she'd said yes as soon as he asked. The following summer, they were married in a small, private ceremony with her dad and his mom in attendance. The two single parents had scraped together enough money to help them with the upcoming move to Seattle for the Fall semester. Bradley was indeed a few years older than him. She was 27 and Eric was 23 when they exchanged vows. What she loved most about him was his total dedication to her and the way he accepted her need to be completely devoted to him. Most couples seemed to want a marriage where they led their own lives with some overlap in the middle. Not her and not Eric. Both of them wanted to have as much overlap as they possibly could and from the long, passionate talks they'd had about love, romance, intimacy, giving, and sharing, any doubts Bradley could tell this was the guy she'd been waiting for. Any doubts she'd had about jumping into a rebound relationship were completely dispelled. She was head over heels in love with Eric and he with her. Love was easy. Financially, things were a bit harder. Eric had the GI Bill to cover his tuition, books, and fees and a little left over to spend on rent. They lived in a dumpy little apartment that was often noisy and sometimes scary, but neither of them cared as long as they had each other. He worked a few hours a week on campus but college took up most of his spare time. What little he had, he wanted to spend with his wife. Bradley worked part time while he was in class, and somehow they managed to get by. ___________________________________ Eric stumbled from their tiny bedroom into the kitchen to pour himself a cup of coffee. He'd completely forgotten it was his birthday until he saw the card by the coffee pot with his name on it. He took a sip then sat down and opened the card. As he did so, he smiled in anticipation of what this year's special gift might bring. The personal note inside said: Happy birthday, sweetheart! I love you so very much! XOXOXO, Bradley There was also a small note which fell out when he opened it. On it was the word "Coupon." Below it was written: The bearer of this coupon may redeem it for any sexual favor of his choosing. Yes, you read that correctly—any favor. There was a large smiley face next to it. In tiny little print it read: coupon expires one year from today. He smiled again, sat the card aside, and drank his coffee. Bradley came up with the idea shortly after they were married and Eric loved it. That first year, he'd asked her for anal sex. She wasn't thrilled about the act itself, but she was only too happy to do something special for the man she loved. It was a bit painful but not nearly as much as she'd feared. Anal would never something she'd ask for, but it was tolerable enough that she'd offered her glory hole to him several times since. When her birthday rolled around, he did the same for her. Each time, the giver offered the birthday boy or girl some special thing they wanted. It didn't have to be sexual, but it almost always was. Each of them had had one exception to that general rule. The next year, Eric had asked for tickets to a Seattle Seahawks game and to his great delight, Bradley saved up enough money to buy two of them. She didn't care much for football, but she'd gone to the game with him and at least tried to learn what was going on. For him, that was almost as important as the other things she'd done to fulfill her one-time, annual promises. Her exception was to ask for tickets to Seattle's ballet company and Eric dutifully bought them and went with her. He had no idea why she cried during the performance of the Nutcracker, but that didn't matter. He put his arm around her and pulled the kerchief from his pocket and handed it to her. That night, he got very, very lucky. This year Eric was determined to bring up the only subject he'd never talked about with his wife. On the one hand, he felt bad for not sharing everything with her. On the other, he couldn't help but think this was something she wouldn't even consider and while being turned down wouldn't kill him, it would be a tough pill to swallow. Working in his favor were two things. The first was her unflagging willingness to do damn near anything for him. Sure, he was equally happy to virtually anything she wanted, but this might push her willingness to its limits or beyond. The second was that she'd kept something from him until just recently and he couldn't help but wonder it might be the subject of her next birthday request. A few days ago, they were engaged in some very heavy petting before making love and Bradley was using his upcoming birthday request to get him off. She was stroking his cock and French kissing him as she said, "So what will I be doing for you this year, sweetheart? Will you be tying me up and spanking me? Will you dress me up like a French maid and force me to service you?" That kind of talk was hot and it definitely did get him off, but it wasn't what he wanted. The next thing she said surprised him. He was fingering her pussy and massaging her clit when he said, "The bigger question is what you might ask for. I bet there's something you haven't told me yet." When he said that, Bradley moaned softly. "Hmmm. Sounds like there is something you need to share with me." He increased the pressure on her clit making her gasp. "Oh, fuck!" she whimpered. "How can you tell?" she asked as her breathing quickened. He had no idea what it might be but he kept digging. He slid two fingers in and went for her G spot. "You know you want to tell me, right honey?" he teased pushing her to her limits. "I can't say it," she said. "You'll be upset." Eric used his thumb on her clit as he kept ringing her G bell. "You know you can't hide anything from me, Bradley. Come clean or I won't let you cum...at all." "That's not fair!" she pouted. "I'm so close. Don't stop." Eric stopped everything and Bradley moaned loudly. "Tell me and I'll let you cum." "Oh, God," she whimpered. "Don't stop. Don't make me tell. Please!" "Uh-uh. No more anything until you share this." Bradley was pushing against his hand as hard as she could. When he withdrew it she tried to grab it and put it back where she wanted it. "Uh-uh. You're not strong enough to get your way. But if you tell me, I'll do this again." He slid his two fingers back inside and repeated what he'd been doing 2-3 times making his wife moan loudly before he pulled out again. "Okay, okay. I'll tell you. Just put your fingers back inside. Please? Please, honey?" Eric agreed to lightly rub her clit but nothing more. Bradley purred as she said, "That feels so good." "You're stalling," he said as he stop touching her. "Okay! I'll tell you." He began circling her clit again as she said, "I've just always wondered, you know, what it would be like if...if...I could, you know...do this with another girl sometime. Are you up...." Before she could say 'upset' Eric slid his fingers back inside and hammered her G spot while flicking her love button. Bradley's body tensed and Eric said, "That would be so fucking hot to watch, baby." Her body went completely rigid and he felt a shudder rock her from head to toe. "Oh my fucking GOD!" she screamed. "Yes. Yes. Yes!!!!" Eric was so turned on by the thought of her with another beautiful woman that he came without being touched. Bradley had no idea he had until a few moments later when she felt the warm, sticky goo on her body. "So I guess that didn't upset you?" she said as she made big show of letting one long string of cum dangle over her mouth before licking it off her finger. "Uh, you could say that," Eric said as he lay there trying to catch his breath. They hadn't talked about it since, but it seemed reasonable to conclude it would come up again on her next birthday. The only thing he asked her while they were still in bed was why she hadn't told him sooner and if she'd ever shared it with anyone else. She told him honestly she felt a little embarrassed about it in spite of his repeated assurances that nothing was off limits, sexually speaking. At least as far as discussing it, that is. She said she'd never told another soul about her little secret and that really surprised him because her sister, Amanda, was her best friend, and they shared everything. Okay, there was clearly at least this one exception, but Eric knew they were very close. They were fraternal twins who looked like sisters but were otherwise nowhere near identical. Looks was where the similarities ended. Both of them were gorgeous girls and always had a never-ending stream of guys hitting on them. But while Bradley was shy and bashful, Amanda was exactly the opposite. Bradley preferred to spend time at home while Amanda was a party girl. Bradley liked ballet, dancing, music, and romantic comedies and...sex. Amanda liked boys, drinking, boys, partying, boys, smoking, boys, and she also liked...boys. She'd never been married and had no such plans. And why would she? She could have pretty much any guy she wanted and as long as that was fun, she was content to hook up and enjoy it. Her attitude was as foreign to Bradley as Bradley's was to her. Amanda couldn't imagine ever settling down with one guy and Bradly couldn't imagine anything else. Holding Nothing Back Eric always believed they were as close as they were in spite of their differences due to having grown up without a mother. Their mom had died when the girls were just three years old and they had become unbelievably close with each other and with their father who doted on them to no end. Eric attributed a large part of Bradley's willingness to please to her strong desire to make her daddy happy no matter what. Yes, Amanda was rebellious, but she still loved her dad very much. Although she didn't go visit him as often as Bradley did, she still did her best to be there for him. Yet no matter how close Bradley might be with her dad, this was a topic she obviously could never discuss with him. He was still a little surprised she hadn't at least mentioned it to Amanda. That was her fantasy and he'd be happy to go along, but today was his birthday and he was going to share his last and only secret with his beautiful wife tonight at dinner. Bradley always tried to wear the kinds of things Eric liked but that was especially true on his birthday. She was taking him to a nice restaurant downtown and had saved up for the evening out and for a new outfit she knew he'd like. "So what do you think?" she asked him as she came out of the bathroom after putting on her makeup. "Damn! You look amazing!" And she did. She was wearing a very thin, light blue colored sweater that showed off her gorgeous sweater puppets in in black, lacy bra in a very seductive way. She was also wearing his favorite short, black skirt and a pair of black heels. She also wore the string of pearls that once belonged to her late mother along with a set of matching earrings. "Jesus! Can I just fuck you now?" he said only half joking. "Well...you could but you'd ruin my makeup and we'd miss our reservations, but if you'd rather do me now, that can be arranged," she told him coyly as she smiled her perfect smile at him. "That's a very tempting offer, but as long as I can have you for desert, I guess I can wait. You really do look gorgeous, honey," he told her honestly. Bradley never heard those kinds of things from her ex, and she loved hearing them from Eric. In fact, she craved them. She even lived for them. With Eric, she could give and give and give while knowing full well she would get and get and get without having to ask. He was not only free with his words, he did all of the little things she'd wanted all of her life. The flowers, the love notes, the poems, the surprise gift they couldn't afford. He was truly everything she'd ever wanted and more and that made her all the more willing to be that for him, as well. "Thank you," she said. "I love it when you say nice things." She moved closer and put her arms around him and said, "I love you with all my heart, Eric Phillips. I know it's cliche but...you complete me." The scent of her perfume mingled with her shampoo was intoxicating. The thought of it mixed with something else sent him over the edge. "Don't get your hopes up too high," he told himself. Then he said to Bradley, "You know I feel the same way about you, right?" At dinner, she sat very close to him so she could keep her left hand on his crotch during the entire time. It was very subtle but very nice. After dinner, they were having a celebratory glass of champagne when Bradley said, "So what are we toasting to and what is your special request this year?" "To a lifetime of happiness," he suggested. "I'll drink to that!" she said as they touched glasses and took a sip. She sat the flute down and pressed down harder on his semi-hard cock. "So...what will I be doing for you this year, my love?" she teased as she stroked him over the material of his pants. "Well," he began. He was going to play the 'you didn't tell me something, either card' right then and there. "Remember when you told me about your deepest secret?" Bradly squeezed gently and smiled. "Yes. Of course I remember. I can't believe how hard it was to tell you that. Is that your request by any chance? To...you know...let me do that?" "Damn it! Why did she say that?" he asked himself. He looked at her and said, "Will you be disappointed if it's something else?" "Of course not! You can ask me anything. Just the thought of doing it—whatever 'it' is— for you is very exciting. So...tell me, okay?" He could see from her eyes she meant it when she said she wasn't disappointed. That gave him some encouragement. "Okay, well, here's the thing." She stroked him harder and said, "Yes...the thing is...." "I've never told you about this, either, and like you, I'm a little concerned about how you might react. So if you say 'no' then I promise you I won't be upset." "I'm not going to say 'no', honey. I'm going to say 'yes' no matter what it is," she whispered in his ear as she played with his now rock-hard cock. "Well, we'll see about that when I tell you." He cleared his throat and said, "For as long as I can remember, I've had this huge thing for...I mean, it really turns me on when an attractive woman...." "Dresses like this?" she said trying to anticipate what he might say. "Well, that's true. That really is my favorite look and it's sexy as hell...." "But...?" she asked knowing a 'but' was coming. "But...there's more. What I like, what I fantasize about, what I want to ask for is...." "Just ask me, sweetheart. I'll do it. I promise." Eric took a deep breath, looked right at her again and said, "I am hugely turned on...immensely turned on by attractive women who...smoke." Bradley stopped rubbing and stroking and said, "Cigarettes?" Eric felt crestfallen as he said, "Yes, cigarettes." "Wow. I wasn't expecting that," she said. She pulled her hand back to her own lap and said, "I've never heard of anyone ever say that smoking was a sexual turn on. Maybe I'm just naive, but is this some kind of big deal I've just never heard of?" "I can't say how big it is or isn't compared to other fetishes like wearing leather or latex or even bondage, but there are plenty of sites on the net devoted to it. There are thousands of videos of pretty girls smoking and all kinds of stories about girls and women who smoke. So I can't say how big it is relative to other fetishes, but I can assure you I'm not the only guy who thinks it's sexy." "I had no idea. Honestly, I don't know if that's something I can do or not, honey. I've never once even tried it before. Not even when Amanda started smoking in high school." "It's no big deal," Eric forced himself to say. He was pretty sure this would be her response and he couldn't blame her. It was a fantasy but unlike anal sex with your spouse, this one had real implications for her health. He felt guilty for even asking. "Hey, let's pretend I didn't even mention this, okay? There are a lot of other things I want to do and I'll suggest something else." "No, wait. I'm not saying 'no' I just need to make sure I understand what you want me to do. Are you asking me to actually start smoking and smoke every day or what? Because I think I could light one and smoke it if I don't have to inhale." "First of all, I would never ask you to start smoking. I just hoped maybe it might be something you could do on special occasions. You know, like this." "So occasions—plural? Not just one time?" "Um...well...that's what I was hoping for but it's okay. Really. You can just forget about it. It was pretty selfish of me to even ask." "Hey, wait a minute! Aren't you the one who told me that everything we ask for is, at some level, selfish? We don't need sex to survive so anything we want is unnecessary. But that doesn't mean it still isn't important. I can't imagine living without sex and I want us to keep doing the things we do...and expanding on them where we can. So you of all people should know that asking for what you want—at least with me—is not selfish. I think that's probably something I could do as long as I don't have to inhale." She could tell by the way the corner of his mouth turned up, that wasn't what he wanted to hear. "Talk to me, Eric. Tell me what you're thinking." "It's just that well, the turn on comes from watching a girl inhale and it's really obvious when she doesn't. It looks phony and it's not the same. So now I feel pretty silly for bringing this up and I'm going to drop it. I'm not upset, either. It's just best we move on." "Well, okay, if that's what you want. Just know you can talk to me about this anytime you want. We can even role play during sex. You know, I can pretend to be doing exactly what you want. I know that isn't fulfilling your wish, but it might be fun. Can we try that sometime?" Eric put on his best face and said, "Sure! That would be great. That sounds like a perfect compromise!" He thought he had her fooled but Bradley knew. He was hurt. He'd opened himself up to her like she'd done to him and she'd shot him down while he'd been totally and immediately supportive. But there was no way she was going to start smoking. The last thing she thought of before they finished their champagne and headed home was, "I wonder how difficult it would be to learn to be able to smoke just one cigarette for him a few times a year. It couldn't be that bad, could it?" The thought made her shudder and not in a good way so she shelved it for the time being knowing she'd have to address it sooner rather than later. Neither of them mentioned his special request for a full month. One evening Bradley finally said, "Eric? This is killing me. Can't we at least talk about it?" "Talk about what, sweetie?" he asked genuinely unsure what she meant. "You know, your birthday request. You said you'd come up with something else but you haven't said a word about it and I feel terrible. The whole thing was my idea and yet you still haven't had your special wish." Eric was studying, as usual, when she brought this up. He closed the textbook and said, "It's really not a big deal. But there is something I want to talk to you about." Bradley snuggled up next to him and said, "Okay. I'm listening." "I'm finishing up my second year of college and in two years I'm gonna have to find a job. But I'm majoring in psychology. There aren't any jobs for people with a BA in that field." "Well, I have faith in you, honey. I'm sure you'll find something. And I can keep working, too, you know." "But I want you to be able to paint again, baby. You put all that on hold for me and I love for it, but that was your dream." She put her arm in his and said, "You're my dream. Painting will always be there. Someday maybe I'll get back to it. For now, all I want to do is be with you." He put his arm around her shoulder and said, "Well, I've been thinking. How would you feel about me going back in the Army? As an officer, I mean." She looked up at him and said, "Scared. That's how I'd feel. Is this something you think you really want to do?" "Maybe. Looking back, I have to say I really enjoyed being around the guys. Fighting wars wasn't a lot of fun but the guys were great. And I'd never looked to see how much commissioned officers make but I'd be starting out at around $4,000 a month plus either free housing on post of a generous allowance to live off post. Plus money for food plus free medical and dental and other stuff." "Are you serious? I thought guys in the Army lived on food stamps." "Some of the junior enlisted guys do if they're married and have kids but new officers make more money than enlisted guys with 10-15 years in and after ten years we'd be making over $6,000 a month plus all the other stuff. In 20 years it's be over ten grand a month." "Jeez. I had no idea. But you'd be gone all the time," she said. "Not all the time. Not even most of the time. In fact, unless there is another war, I'd be home most of the time. Sure, there are deployments and stuff, but we mostly worked from 7:30am until 4:30pm Monday through Friday when we were in garrison—not at war or deployed." They discussed the pros and cons the rest of the night and Bradley found herself warming to the idea. She had an uncle who told her dad several times how much he regretted not staying in for 20 years. Bradley wasn't all about money, but short of Eric becoming a doctor or some skilled professional, he really wouldn't have a marketable skill at 27 when he finished college. This would ensure them a very comfortable future. The one short-term downside would be he would have to go to something called Advanced Camp for six weeks this summer at Fort Lewis, which was down by Olympia. As much as she hated the idea of her husband being gone that long, she realized it might just give her the opportunity she needed to make good on her promise. Around 10pm, she told him she would support him if that's what he wanted to do. The next day he say the Army ROTC commander on campus and signed up. Because he had four years of active-duty service, skipping the first two years of ROTC classes was a moot point. He had a little over a month before his ROTC class would leave for training and that worked out perfectly with school and Bradley's part-time job. ___________________________________ "I'm gonna miss you so much, honey," she told him as they kissed goodbye. She'd never seen him in his uniform before and she had to admit he looked very handsome. "I'm gonna miss you too, baby. I'll write you every day and call as often as they let me, okay? And it's just six weeks. I'll be back in August and we can take a week and go on a small vacation." They kissed goodbye again as Eric got on the bus with the other underclassmen/cadets and waved goodbye to one another. Once Bradley had had a good cry, she picked up her cell phone and punched in the number. It rang twice before her sister picked up. "Hey Brad! What's the haps?" Amanda said in her typically perky voice. "I need your assistance," she told her. "I made a promise to Eric and I need some help with it. Can we get together tomorrow?" The next day Amanda spent the evening with her younger sister. Well, younger by a whole seven minutes. They didn't get together much since she and Eric got married and Bradley forgot what it was like to have a best friend around other than Eric. Amanda was skeptical at first, but once she was sure this is something Bradley really wanted to do, she was more than happy to help out. For the next six weeks, they got together as often as they possibly could and Bradley found herself no longer dreading her sister's help but almost looking forward to it. "So...Eric's coming home tomorrow. Are you excited?" Amanda asked knowing it was almost rhetorical. "Oh, my God! I haven't been sleeping well this last week and last night I barely slept at all. I am SO excited!" "And do you think you're ready?" Bradley didn't need to ask, "With what?" Both of them knew exactly what she meant. "I think so. It hasn't been easy, but I know I'm at a point where I can at least do this for him once in a while. And, Manda? I could never have done this without you. Thank you for being understanding with my crazy request, but it is for Eric." "No problem, Brad. I'm glad to help out. Just be careful. If you practice too much you'll find yourself hooked on them like me." "No worries there. I don't hate it anymore but it's definitely not something I'm going to do more than occasionally." "Okay. Well, good luck then and I have to tell you that as opposed as I am to ever getting married, if I were to tie the knot, I'd be looking for a guy just like Eric. You really hit the jackpot, Brad." "Yes, I did," she said wistfully. "I most definitely did." That night she masturbated hoping it would help her fall asleep but it only made her want him more. She diddled herself two more times and somewhere around 3am finally drifted off to sleep. When she woke up, it was after 10am and Eric was due home at one. She got up, showered, got dressed in her sexiest skirt and sweater, and poured herself a cup of coffee. At noon, she headed over to the ROTC building on campus and waited. At exactly 1pm (or 1300 as she'd learned), the big silver bus came rolling up to the curb. Moments later, the cadets who'd graduated filed off the bus and fell into military formation. The ROTC commander congratulated all them and welcomed them back before giving them the command, "Dismissed!" When he did, the men and women in formation cheered loudly and threw their hats into the air. It took her several moments, but Bradley finally spotted Eric amid the sea of green camouflage. "Eric! Over here!" He grabbed his duffel bag and threw it over his shoulder as he ran toward her. He dropped it next to her and threw his arms around her. "I am SO glad to see you! I missed you so much," he told her. He stroked her long, dark hair which looked amazing. "I missed you, too, Eric. My God, I love you SO much. Come on, let's get your things and go home. I have a surprise for you." Eric had to take care of some paperwork and turn in some gear so Bradley had to learn what "hurry up and wait" meant as she sat waiting for him for the next two hours. By the time they got home it was after 4 o'clock. "I know it's early, but are hungry?" she asked. "I'm starving!" he told her. "What's for dinner?" "Roasted chicken and potatoes with fresh vegetables. And I have a nice bottle of white wine to go with it." "Perfect!" he told her. "You look so beautiful, honey," he said as he put his arms around her while she got things ready. "Don't start, okay? If you do, I won't be able to stop until I've had a nice, long fucking and I have something special to show you after dinner. Then you can fuck me," she said with that bright smile of hers. "Okay, fine. If I have to wait, then I have to wait. But this better be good. I haven't seen you in six weeks and I think I'm seeing white out my eyeballs." "I don't have any of that to build up inside of me, but I can assure you I am as desperate for your fat cock as you are for my wet pussy." He loved when she talked like that and he told her so. "Well, I'm hoping you'll like something even more after dinner." "Not even a hint?" he said as he slid his hands up her body and squeezed her soft tits gently. Bradley moaned loudly and warned, "Don't you dare do that again." She pulled away from him then gave him a look that told him she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. An hour later, dinner was ready. He told her story after story about the things that went on at Advanced Camp and she alternated between laughing and wincing. "I'm glad you're the soldier. I don't think I would do very well there," she told him. After dinner she said, "So how about we go out onto the patio and have a glass of wine. It's nice and warm outside but not hot." "I'd rather go to the bedroom," he said as he pulled her close and kissed her. "Give me fifteen minutes first. Then you can take me to bed. I promise." Eric looked down at his watch and said, "Okay, fifteen minutes. Time starts now." Bradley picked up her wine glass and her purse and stepped outside. Eric helped her with her chair and sat down himself. "So what's the big surprise?" he asked her. "First a toast," she said. She raised her glass and said, "To fulfilling promises." Eric looked confused but agreed to the toast and repeated it. "So...while you were away I spent a lot of time with Amanda." Eric smiled and said, "Let me guess. She introduced you to some girl and she's going to be the one to fulfill your dream of being with another woman." Bradley furrowed her brow and said, "No, silly. This is about fulfilling your fantasy. Close your eyes, okay?" Eric gave her a quizzical look but said, "Okay. I'll play along." Bradley opened her purse and removed the half-empty pack of Virginia Slims menthol lights and the lighter Amanda had given her then said, "So while you were gone, I asked Amanda to teach me something so that I could do what I promised on your last birthday. Are you ready?" Holding Nothing Back "I'm very ready," he said. She slid a cigarette out of the box and grabbed the lighter. "Okay, open your eyes." As he did, Bradley handed him the lighter and said, "Would you mind?" as she placed the white-filtered cigarette between her red lips. "Jesus Christ. Are you serious?" he said too stunned to believe what he was seeing. "Very serious," she told him. "It took me three weeks just to get to where I could stand to smoke most of one cigarette and the next three to get to where I didn't mind it. So may I please have a light?" Eric felt his hand shake slightly over the incredibly excitement he was feeling. He flicked the wheel and watched Bradley tough the tip of her cigarette to the flame. As she did, it glowed cherry red as she inhaled deeply then sat back, held it in her lungs then exhaled a mild stream of blue smoke. "Oh, my God. That is the sexiest thing I have ever seen!" he said with complete sincerity. Bradley smiled and took another long draw before exhaling a much darker, thicker stream of smoke. "So is this what you had in mind?" she asked as she took a third drag. Eric just nodded as he watched her, mesmerized by what he saw. "Jesus, Bradley. That's just freaking amazing!" "I still don't like smoking, but I don't hate it anymore so I think I can do this for you once in a while. Is that okay?" "It's more than okay. This is absolutely perfect." He stood up then sat down next to her. "I'm dying to kiss you," he told her. She exhaled a very long stream of smoke and said, "Oh, hold on. I'll finish up and go brush my teeth." He leaned close and looked into her eyes and said, "Don't you dare." "What?" she exclaimed. "But I'll taste like an ash...." Eric pressed his lips to hers and he nearly came in his jeans as he tasted her wonderful, smokey lips for the first time. When she pressed her tongue against his he couldn't hold back. He pulled her close and kissed her hard as his body spasmed over and over. When Bradley realized what happened she said, "Oh, my God! I had no idea this was THAT big a deal to you. Eric, I just didn't know." "Well, now you do," he told her as he caught his breath. "That is by far THE sexiest thing I have ever experienced in my entire life." He kissed her again and moaned loudly as he said, "Thank you, honey. That was the best kept promise—ever." An hour later, Eric came again only this time it was inside his beautiful wife. As he lay on top of her she told him, "If I'd known how much that meant to you, I'd have never waited so long. And...I love the way you looked at me when I was smoking. I don't think I've ever felt so sexy or so wanted before." He brushed back her hair and said, "You the most beautiful, sexiest woman I've even known and although it's hard to imagine, smoking makes you even more so. Don't worry, I won't ask you to do that for me again, but I also won't object whenever you might decide you'd like to." She kissed him and said, "Now that I know the effect it has on you, I don't think you'll be needing to ask me. I might just surprise you more often than you think." She thought for a moment then said, "I just want to be clear about one thing, though. I'm never going to start smoking. Amanda said she smoked for months and not just one or two a day before she got addicted. So one now and then isn't a big deal and I can do that for you. But that's all I'm going to do, okay?" Eric told her that was fine with him and that he couldn't be happier. Well, he knew he could be, but he wasn't going to say anything else. True to her word, Bradley only smoked a single cigarette on those nights when she wanted to make love. It became a kind of signal to Eric who knew that when she said, "You wanna go outside with me?" that he was going to get lucky twice. Once in bed and the other just watching his beautiful wife smoke. That lasted for almost two months. One evening after dinner, Bradley said, "I think I'm gonna have a cigarette after dinner. Amanda says they're great after a meal so I'm going to find out if it's true." Eric tried not to show how excited he was at this...positive change but he was secretly very happy. Bradley's inhales were much deeper than before. She seemed to relish taking as smoke into her lungs as she could and deep inhales were one of the biggest turn ons. A couple of weeks before, Eric had asked Bradley to watch his favorite smoking video. It was a British girl whose style drove him crazy. "So what is it exactly you like about her that other girls don't do?" she asked after watching. "Hear the sound her lips make after she's drawn in just before she inhales and then the way her mouth opens as she inhales?" She watched a little longer. "Oh, okay. So that does it for you, huh?" she asked. "Oh, yeah. In a big way. Snap inhales are also very sexy as is double pumping." "I'm guessing you have other videos to show me what those things are too, right?" she teased. "As a matter of fact...." Bradley had the first two things down pat now and it made Eric crazy when she smoked like that, and Bradley loved the attention. She was trying to learn to do a good snap inhale, but she wasn't too good at it. She double pumped for him a few times, but because she still didn't need to smoke, it wasn't a big deal for her. This extra cigarette was the only change for the next four weeks. Then came the second big change when Bradley said after breakfast, "Amanda was right. Smoking is better after eating. It think I'm going to have one now." And she did. After lunch she had another. Just two weeks later, Bradley poured herself a cup of coffee right after she woke up and told Eric she wanted a cigarette with her coffee. As she took the first inhale, she said, "Oh, my God that is SO good. I was wondering if a morning cigarette might be pleasant and it is. It's amazing!" She took a deep double pump right after her first draw and exhaled a massive amount of smoke. That day and the next, she still only smoked after each meal and before bed but the next evening, she was outside after dinner and told Eric she needed to talk to him. "What is it, honey?" he said as he her cigarette. "I'm afraid if I don't quit smoking soon I won't be able to." She took a huge inhale, held in her lungs as long as she could, then exhaled a beautiful stream of blue smoke. "I take you'd like to quit?" Eric asked trying to let his disappointment show. Bradley took another long, deep drag and said as she exhaled, "Well, that's the problem. I don't want to quit." She looked at her husband to gauge his reaction. He raised an eyebrow as he tilted his head slightly to let her know he was listening. She could tell he didn't want her to quit and she was deeply relieved. "Something tells me you wouldn't mind if I kept smoking," she said with a smile as she finished the cigarette. Eric saw her look down at the pack and said, "Go ahead. You can have another." Bradley reached for the pack and said, "I need to know you really, really want me to smoke because I would just die if you changed your mind down the road." He pulled his chair next to hers and put his arm around her. "Honey? There is nothing I would like more than for you to keep smoking. I'd love to be able to say my beautiful wife is a smoker; not that she smokes but that she's a smoker. I would love that more than anything." She put the second cigarette to her lips waiting for him to light it. "Then you should be very happy because..." She took a huge drag then double pumped. As she exhaled she said, "Because I am now completely addicted to smoking. And I don't just smoke anymore. I am a smoker. And honestly? I had no idea how enjoyable it was. All these years I watched Amanda smoke and thought it was so gross and disgusting." "And now?" he asked as he kissed her smoky lips. "And now...I love smoking. I truly love it, honey. And I most definitely do not want to quit." That night, Eric asked her if she would smoke while she sucked his cock. "In the house? Are you sure?" "Just this one time," he said as he kicked off his pants revealing a huge hard on. Bradley lit a cigarette as she dropped to her knees. She exhaled as she took his cock into her mouth and said, "Something tells me it won't be just this one time." She smiled, took another huge inhale, then went to work on his rock-hard shaft. "Do you want to cum in my mouth?" she asked as she neared the end of her cigarette. "Do you mind?" he said as he groaned with pleasure. "No, as long as you take care me after," she said taking the final puff. "I like the last couple of puffs even more than the first now. I hated them for the first two or threes months, but I love them now." She exhaled a huge ball of smoke all around his balls and he shot his load into her beautiful mouth. Bradley him inside and got every drop then licked him clean as she swallowed all of his seed. "I love eating your cum, baby," she said. "My turn." She pulled off her jeans, lay down on the bed and spread her legs. Eric slid between them and went to work with his fingers and tongue. He was hard again before she came and she began pulling him up indicating she wanted his cock. "Fuck me, honey." He crawled up on her and sank his shaft deep inside her. "I love the way you taste after you smoke, sweetheart," he said as he began thrusting. "I'm so glad because that's what you're going to taste every time you kiss me for the rest of your life." "I love you for smoking for me, Bradley," he said as he hammered her pussy. "And I love you for asking me to start smoking because I really, really love to smoke now." Moments later, he fired off another salvo of cum. Bradley felt it splash inside of her increasing the intensity of her orgasm. Once he was finished, she reached for a cigarette and asked Eric, "Do you mind?" He lit if for her and said, "I think you know the answer." As she lay their enjoying her first-ever after-sex cigarette she said, "Oh, my God. Smoking after sex is wonderful! It's almost as good as the first cigarette of the day. I LOVE smoking!" Eric propped up on one elbow and said, "So...your birthday is just two weeks away. Any hints as to what you might be asking for?" Bradley exhaled a very long stream of smoke and said, "I think you know exactly what I want. Or perhaps I should say...whom I want." ___________________________________ At dinner on her birthday, Bradley did indeed tell her husband she was ready to try making love with another girl. Eric told her he had someone in mind which thrilled Bradley to no end. "I was just wondering if you might want to make this more interesting," he said. "How so?" she asked as she indicated she was dying to go outside to smoke. "I'd like to see you get another girl to start smoking and then seduce her. What do you think?" "I think you are positively evil, Eric Phillips." She paused then said, "And I absolutely love that about you. Let's do it!" *Stay tuned for the attempted conversion. Things don't always go exactly as planned but sometimes they do.