Readers, my first attempt at a Literotica series was interesting and enjoyable! This installment is the final one in Lisa and Tom's story. For those new to the story, I recommend reading the other chapters (and remember, this has cheating wives and smoking fetish themes, so move on if this isn't for you!) For those familiar, thank you all for the feedback and for following me. I am not yet sure what my next adventure here will be, but I very much appreciate your interest and (most of) your comments!
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The Saturday afternoon after his encounter with Wendy, Tom Swanson sipped his bourbon slowly and considered the past year. He hadn't yet told his wife Lisa about fucking Wendy but was planning to at dinner that night. The past seven months had been a tremendously eye-opening experience as he learned of Lisa's awakened sexual desires and found his desires as well.
While the thought of Lisa being with other men made him jealous, it also turned him on very much. The image of his librarian like wife and mother contrasted sharply with her increased passion and bad girl smoking habit, greatly appealed to him. He couldn't argue that their sex life had dramatically improved.
It was steak night. Tom enjoyed grilling while they shared a bottle or two of red wine. They laughed and talked about their college-aged kids through dinner, and Tom cleared their dishes and poured more mine.
"That was excellent, hon, "Lisa offered, smiling sweetly. Even though it was Saturday, she still touched up her make up. Her auburn shoulder-length hair, well combed and shiny, framed her cute features, augmented by dark-rimmed round classes. A smoldering librarian for sure. Her full red lips inadvertently made him think about having his hard cock in her mouth...or her mouth around someone else's hard cock. He smiled to himself.
"Thanks, baby," he replied, "I do enjoy our steaks. Not to mention the wine!"
Lisa smiled slyly.
"It is good. So good you may get lucky tonight, mister," she said, sipping her wine. He grinned back.
"That would be perfect, baby. You know you drive me wild," she replied, sipping his wine.
"Maybe break out some toys? Tease you with my adventures?" she coyly responded.
"Mmmm," Tom intoned, "you do have a few adventures to share!"
Lisa's forehead wrinkled.
"You know, that's true...you have that stripper story but you haven't had any adventures. I feel bad!" she asserted. Tom shook his head.
"Aww, baby, it's okay, honestly...I like us a couple, I don't mind you've had more experiences. If I'm being honest, I kinda like it," he admitted. She reached over and held his hand.
"You're sweet, honey," she said. It was Tom's turn to have his forehead wrinkle.
"Well, if I'm being honest, maybe I've not been that sweet," he offered, tentatively. Lisa sipped her wine.
"Oh?" she said, smiling "Did you take another trip to the strip club?"
Tom hesitated.
"Not quite...it was....ummmm....a little closer to home," he stammered.
Lisa's eyes crinkled.
"Oh, really?" she asked, "go on."
Tom took a long drink of his wine.
"Well, look, we both know you've been free to explore. And we had that awesome time with Matt during the football game," he began. She nodded.
"And you said that you were all good with that, "she said, a bit forcefully. He assured her with a smile and nod.
"Of course! It as hot and I loved it, too," he said, pausing for a second, "you remember when I had to get the ladder from Matt a couple of weeks ago?"
She nodded. He drank again.
"Well...Matt wasn't home..." he started. Her eyes widened.
"No...fucking.... way," she said slowly. Tom stared at her, thinking she was angry.
"I haven't said anything yet," he stammered again. She looked at him curiously.
"You and Wendy?" she asked incredulously. Tom could only nod. Lisa took a deep drink.
"Oh my god," was all she could say. Tom reacted.
"What the hell. You've done more than me, including fucking Wendy's husband twice!" he exclaimed. Lisa shook her head, laughing.
"No, no, I'm not pissed off," she waved him off, "you don't get it. It's not that you did it. It's that the prude of the neighborhood actually gave it up!"
Tom chortled, almost spitting up his wine.
"It just kind of happened," he offered. He relayed the details and they both laughed out loud when he relayed finding her vibrator. When he finished, a brief silence ensued, and they both sipped more. Wendy looked at him.
"Baby, I need a cigarette after that," Lisa said, rising and going to her purse. She normally smoked outside even during the colder months but Tom didn't stop her. Returning, she sat and pulled out an all-white cigarette and placed it between her full lips. Without missing a beat, she flicked the lighter, brought the flame to the tip, and inhaled deeply. Tom felt a familiar stirring in his groin as she took the smoke in and exhaled to the ceiling.
"Tell me the details again," she commended, taking another drag and looking at him directly. He did. When he finished, she smiled, took another deep drag, and blew her smoke directly at him.
"Wow," she said, "the cheerleader prude fucked around on her husband. Amazing."
