Max's county estate was in the middle of a huge piece of property so there were no immediate neighbors. Since Max still lived mostly in his apartment closer to the city and the plant, there was little other reason for this house but to have place to hold parties and not be harassed.
I pulled onto his lot and parked in the back of a large group of cars. I could hear music and laughter, a clear sign that the party was in full swing. I had to piss like a racehorse so I grabbed my work cell phone, which now had some charge in it and made my way toward the house.
Once there I hustled in through the garage and into the hallway to the nearest bathroom. Big line of people. I headed up the back staircase and climbed two flights of stairs to the third floor which had two bedrooms on one side of the hall and a bathroom and a bedroom on the other. The floor seemed deserted so I scurried into the bathroom for some much needed relief.
After finishing and washing up I opened the door into the vacant hallway. From the bedroom next to the bathroom I could hear lots of commotion and then a voice that I knew belonged to our lawyer. He was in his 60's and recently divorced for the fourth time.
"That's it honey...suck it like you mean it, yeeehaw!"
"Albert you old coot, I'll suck you 'til you cum in my mouth but you'd better have more than one in you..."
It was Janice, one of our bookkeepers, also in her 60'sl, married but it was common knowledge that she and her husband were nudist and swingers. They took their vacation each year at Hedonism in Jamaica. We all knew because she wasn't shy about showing their vacation pictures to anyone and everyone in the office whether we wanted to see them or not.
I turned my attention to the two bedrooms across the hall. The door on the right was shut and the other was slightly ajar. In that one I heard the heavy breathing of someone asleep. Probably Holly.
I poked my head in and looked at the bed. The only window looked out onto the side yard. There was a light laminating down onto the yard but yielded enough ambient light into the room so I could see that it was not Holly in the bed, however I recognized the sleeping person as Glenda Richardson.
Glenda was the Procurement Manager that Max hired after the one he originally promoted from the shop floor retired. She was probably my closest friend at work as we worked together often qualifying suppliers and other projects. Our offices were next to each other so we also socialized quite a bit and often had lunch together. She knew Holly well as they had some mutual friends and found themselves at the same social functions occasionally. Glenda was a very tall black woman, almost six feet, in her early fifties and had played college basketball at a Division lll school. She was married to Al who is 6'6" and also a college basketball player that played professionally in Europe and Asia for a few years. They met and married a few years after his playing days were through when they were coaching at the same high school. Al continued in coaching and currently coached at one of the two local high school in addition to managing a sporting goods store. I knew Al well as he coached at the rival high school of my older son and, being a very athletic family, we frequented his store often as well.
Glenda and I have had a relationship based on mutual professional respect. That being said she is one fine looking fifty-something with a thin frame and decent sized tits - Max wouldn't have hired her otherwise. She has no problem wearing tops that accentuate her cleavage. Max appreciates it and so do I. We flirt with each other but she knows I'd never cheat on Holly. She has confided in me that she strongly suspects that Al has had some affairs over the years but could never prove it. She is happy with him but we joke that of she ever obtains proof of Al's infidelity, and if Holly ever strays, she and I would go on the business trip of a lifetime. We laugh it off knowing the chances of that are very slim at best.
Just before I was about to close the door so she could enjoy her sleep, I heard Holly's voice. She wasn't in the room but the window was open behind some shutters and out was clear she was below in the side yard. I wandered over quietly and looked down thru the shutters. I wanted to yell down to her but didn't want to wake Glenda so I just looked down and started to wave. Between the light pointing down and the way the shutters were angled I determined that it was pretty much impossible for her to see me.
As I looked down I saw that Thomas was with her. He had a pack of cigarettes and was offering her one.
"Ya, right" I thought. Holly smoking...yet she took one and Thomas lit it for her.
I was completely dumbfounded. My triathlete wife, who was in better shape than most twenty year olds, who hated other people smoking and lectured our boys about its dangers, took a deep drag and exhaled a long stream of smoke. She coughed a little at the end.
"Is this your first one?" asked Thomas. The side yard was quiet and well away from the rest of the party and their voices were perfectly audible to me two and a half floors up.
"Oh God no. I smoked all through college."
***
I just about fell to the floor. I'd known this woman for twenty years and had no idea.
***
"It's the first one in about a year though."
***
Again I almost hit the floor. She'd smoked since we've been married. I wondered where and when. She answered my thought.
***
"I used to bum one from a coworker every now and then. He left the firm a year ago and I haven't found a smoking partner since. You CAN'T tell Rick. He'll freak."
***
She was right but not in the way she thought. I've had a smoking fetish for as long as I could remember. I sought out girls in college that smoked and most of the ones I had sex with were smokers. I was a rower in college and never had any desire to smoke myself but it turned me on to no end to watch women smoke. I even loved to kiss them with smoke on their breath and smell it in their hair and clothes.
I never admitted it to a soul with the exception of a couple of my girlfriends and I thought myself very strange. I could never admit it to Holly, especially since she was doing triathlons when we met and had such an anti-smoking attitude. It wasn't until internet porn that I found the hundreds of sites dedicated to the smoking fetish that I realized that I wasn't that weird, or at least I had lots of company.
***
They continued their conversation. Holly was speaking loudly as she tends to do when she's drunk and lapsed into her French accent.
"I thought you were a college athlete," Thomas went on.
"I was a golfer. Not exactly an aerobic sport, eh. Many of the girls smoked back then. Maybe it was just a Canadian thing. What about you? Didn't you play football in high school and college?"
"I did for a year in college. The academics didn't work out so well me."
Thomas was a star linebacker in high school and was recruited by small schools even though his GPA didn't really support a college career. He was a great kid and was smart, he just didn't like school. Max and I saw him play in high school and when he got back in town we gave him a shot at Kepler. He did well as an entry-level machinist and was very detail oriented. I recognized that and brought him into my Quality Department a few months earlier. So far so good. Fortunately for him, and me and the company, he approached his job not like he approached his college classes, but more like he approached reading opposing teams offenses and quarterbacks. Now my new protégé had learned things about my wife that I wasn't supposed to... and he had seen her tit complete with her new nipple bar.
"It's seems like everyone on the shop floor smokes so I just started to fit in."
"We'll, trust me you shouldn't," said my little hypocrite wife as she blew another stream of smoke into the air. "You're quitting tonight and I'm confiscating the rest of this pack." Holly was now playing the mother role to young Thomas.
"Hey," Thomas protested as Holly put them on a bench right behind her.
"Girlfriend?" Holly asked quickly changing the subject.
"Yes but I think I'm going to break up with her."
"Why?" It was more of a demand to tell more than it was a question.
"We've only been dating two months. She's been talking about houses and marriage and meeting her parents..."
"And how old are you?"
"20"
"And how old is she?"
"19."
"And have you been having sex?"
"Oh yes. That part is great."
"It's always is. Have you been using a condom?"
"Yes. She says we don't need to and gets pissed when I stop to put one on."
"Thomas my boy, run fast and run far. This little tramp is trying to trap you." Holly continued in her "mother" mode.
"I know. But she's so persistent...and she's really good at sex."
"Of course she is. If you're going to continue to fuck her DO NOT do it unprotected, do you hear?"
***
In all the years I've known Holly I can count on one hand the number of times I've heard her say the word "fuck" - but then this was as drunk as I'd seen her in a long time.
I began to feel the presence of Glenda behind me. She had woken up and was listening behind me.
***
Thomas continued. "Yes ma'am. I've never had sex without a rubber though. I really want to."
"Wait until you find a girl you can trust that is on the pill. Unfortunately it's not completely safe and there are other things to consider. How many girls have you slept with?"
"Only two."
"A stud like you?"
"I'm pretty shy with girls," Thomas said sheepishly. "I'd love to have sex with someone like you."
Holly was mid-drag and burst out laughing which turned into a coughing attack. Both Glenda and I laughed too but we kept it muffled.
"You know I have a son that's not much younger than you, but that's very flattering," Holly said after she regained her composure. "I guess I forgive that since I've already accidently shown you my boob." She seemed to wink at him.
