My Smoky Ladies - chapter 2 - Sex Stories

My Smoky Ladies - chapter 2

... furiously and meekly admitted, "Yes. It's called a smoking fetish. You're safe. I only watch."

"It's kind of strange, but I know you're just a friendly nerd. If you pay to talk to me and I get cigs sometimes, it's fine."

"I'm glad. It's kind of embarrassing."

She said, "I won't tell, if you don't tell I do this." I stared and recorded as she blew half a cigarette worth of smoke rings before she put it out.

I set three more packs of Marlboro 100's on the bar and sarcastically said, "Don't steal those." I turned away as she said, "Thanks again." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her put them in her purse.

As she started walking up the stairs, I said, "Call me in a few months, and we'll do another interview."

"Sure."

-

One night a few weeks later was terrifying. There was a knock at my front door as I was about to go to bed. A large, tall man was holding an envelope and didn't look happy. He handed it to me and said, "I'm Ray, Felicia's husband. I'm no good with words, so I wrote it down. If you screw her or touch my daughters..."

He opened the front of his jacket, revealing a large revolver in an underarm holster. The gun was only a little scarier than his size! He was about six foot six, muscular, and over 250 pounds!

I held my hands up and pleaded, "I... I only talked to them! Really! I swear! Please!"

He scoffed and shook his head. "Just read it."

When he walked away I shut and locked the door, then ran to the back door and locked that ...

... too. I tried to open the envelope, but my hands were shaking too much. I sat on my bed and took several deep breaths. Finally, I opened and read it.

"I had a lot of trouble with my wife before, but we made a deal. She says you're a good guy. I'll have some fun with a lady at work, and Felicia can have fun with you when I'm away. Blowjobs, play with her tits, munch her butt, whatever, just don't screw her. She's my wife, so her pussy belongs to ME. Don't tell anybody, and don't touch her in public. If I'm away, have fun in private.

p.s. If you touch my daughters -- trust me -- you REALLY don't want to touch my kids."

My first reaction was relief that he didn't want to kill me, at least not right away. My phone rang and Felicia worriedly asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine."

"Good. I saw Ray put his gun away and I was worried."

"Everything's okay. I talked with him, and I think we have an understanding."

She sounded relieved. "Good, good. Are we still on for 9am next week Friday?"

"Yes, I'll see you then."

I knew that if I got involved with her, the videos and data I'd collected on Felicia couldn't be used for my thesis. On the other hand, I hadn't been intimate with another person since college, over five years. I eagerly awaited our next meeting.

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Instead of doing more interviews, Felicia and I had long talks over the phone and waved to each other out our windows. I didn't visit her house, and she stopped coming to mine. We made a show of ...