My Smoky Ladies - chapter 4 - Sex Stories

My Smoky Ladies - chapter 4

... are about. If you two can help me and stay together through that, you can handle anything.”

Cassie was crying intensely, and I felt a few tears on my cheeks too. The two of us hugged her and didn’t talk for a very long time. I said, “I love you, both of you. I’ll do anything for you. I’ll pay for the doctors, give you a car, whatever. I’m so sorry, Cassie! I love you!” I hugged the mother and daughter until the crying was over.

I did what I could to help them emotionally, which wasn’t much. I did a lot more financially. I gave Cassie and her mother cars, paid for the divorce, and paid a quarter million worth of medical bills. I moved in with Cassie but there was no sex. Both of us were far too upset.

Felicia had the radiation treatments and passed away in one month instead of three. After a further month of mourning, Cassie and I started having sex. It was wonderful! We kissed a lot, hugged a lot, and did 69 nearly every day. The best part of the day, and the best part of my life to that point, was making love to her while she smoked. She was beautiful, energetic, and so very arousing with a cigarette in her mouth or hand. I’d accomplished my life’s goal and couldn’t have been happier!

We had a lot of fun taking her kids to amusement parks, the zoo, and playing with them at home. As I was about to leave the house for a meeting one morning, Cassie told me, “I think it’s time to get a ring and ask me a certain question.” She kissed me and handed me my wallet, ...

... which I’d forgotten it in the bedroom.

I smiled and started to ask, “Will you…”

She put her hand over my mouth. “When you have a ring for me. Have a good meeting.”

Twenty minutes later I returned with a half million dollars’ worth of rings and asked her which she liked best. She laughed as she chose one. I said, “I need to return the rest. See you tonight.”

After dinner that night, I kneeled and asked her the big question, “Will you marry me?”

She smiled and said, “I just have three questions for you, okay?”

“Sure.”

“What are my birthday and the kids’?” I rattled them off, including the fact that Sherry had been born on February 29th, so in a way she was three and a half instead of 14.

“Right! Imagine you’re driving home and see a sexy woman in a bikini standing by her broken-down car. What do you do?”

“I call a tow truck for her and go home to my much better woman.”

“Correct! Sherry and Carrie are in high school. What would you do if you caught them smoking?”

I asked her for the additional information I would obviously need. “Regulars, 100’s, or those sexy long 120’s you like? What are they wearing, and do I have my QHD camera handy?”

She was totally flummoxed and stared at me, with her mouth hanging open in disbelief. After what seemed like far too long, she started to cry as she threw the ring at me. She shouted, “OUT! OUT! Never call me again! GO!”

I moved out that night and bought a house five miles from Cassie’s. I set up a new studio ...