I could hear the snap of her cigarette as she took a drag and removed it from her mouth, I could feel her gentle, warm exhale on my cock and I let out...a soft moan. She then licked my cock up and down and I could hear her take another drag and feel her blow it on me. This was fantastic! I’ve asked her so many times to give me a smoking blowjob, but she never did. Instead, she preferred to dominate me with my smoking fetish (lighting her cigs, blowing her smoke in my face to annoy me, making me. She hated fish.She hated fishing season. She loved him, but she hated pixies and fly rods and those fucking feathers that littered her kitchen table all summer so that he could be the all-mighty fisherman. After all, he had patiently explained time after time, REAL fishermen tied their own flies. REAL fisherman knew what the fish really wanted better than any mass-production factory.She hated fish.However, as much as she hated fish, she loved her husband. She'd entertained passing thoughts of. I cried for some time and then took another bath to cool myself down. He knocked on the bathroom door and said he is leaving for the hospital.I did not reply. He knew I was angry so he left quietly.I came out of the bathroom and again changed into my shorts and t shirt. I was feeling very horny. I sat on the sofa and started rubbing my pusy.Suddenly the door bell rang.I was irritated. I went and looked in the peep hole. There were two skinny guys standing there. I asked from inside..who is it.. ..loudly. Knowing he could hear us. Knowing he was probably in there jerking off."Susan kissed me passionately. If I had know that Mike turned her on I would have invited him over a long time ago. She started strocking my cock."John, lets do it."So we put the ear pieces on and we started making out. She unbuttoned my shirt and ran her hands over my chest. She pressed her knee against my hard cock and I moaned. I pulled her T-shirt over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra, so i had instant access.