Kidnap, Part 15

Kidnap
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Part 15

The emotional impact from the counseling session had been more than either
had anticipated.  Without discussing it, they knew Dr. Freeman's advice was
sound.  It made sense but it didn't make them feel any less awkward.  Peter
pulled into a convenience store and came back to the car with two cartons of
Pall Malls.  He did this without being asked a fact that Linda noticed and
appreciated.

Peter put Tammy to bed early that night while Linda made her self-ready.  She
stood inside her walk-in closet, hot Pall Mall dangling from her lips,
rummaging through a vast selection of slinky nightgowns.  It had been over a
year since they had made love.  She tried to remember his reaction to each of
the gowns.  She ran her fingers down the fabric feeling the slickness of the
silk.  It made her smile when she thought of Peter and how he loved to touch
her through the silk.  Did he like black?  She thought maybe he did.  White
was out of the question, at least for tonight.  She was a bad girl now.  She
took a deep puff on the Pall Mall and allowed the smoke to fill her lungs
completely.  Oh yes, she was a bad girl and only black would do.

Peter felt something snap as he took his first eyeful of Linda in her long
black gown.  Was it the contrast of her blonde hair against the black silk?
Was it the fact that he hadn't seen her in that gown or any other gown in
over a year?  Or was it the way she held her cigarette to her lips and smiled
at him?  His penis grew stiff.

He dropped his drawers and threw them in the hamper.  She stood by their bed
beckoning him with her cigarette and come-hither look.  She was a bad girl
thought Peter, the kind of girl his mother warned him about, the kind of girl
he'd always wanted but couldn't have.  She put the Pall Mall to her lips and
pulled. The cigarette tip glowed hot and she parted her red lips to receive
the thick unfiltered smoke.  Her chest expanded against the black silk as she
breathed deeply.  The smoke escaped in a funnel against the backlight of the
lamp.  Peter went to her and took her in his arms.  His lips met hers in a
locking embrace.  Her mouth was hot and wet.  Her tongue tasted like so much
burnt tobacco and he was free to enjoy it without the nagging guilt of his
teenage years.

Linda fell willingly beside him on their bed.  Her vagina ached for
satisfaction and her lungs cried out for more smoke.  Remembering Dr.
Freemans's advice, she put out her cigarette and lit another.  Peter gave her
room and smiled as she touched the flame to her Pall Mall.

He raised himself on his palms and entered her gently.  Linda moaned softly.
His elevated position allowed for a spectacular view.  It also gave his wife
room to smoke without crushing her fragile chest with the weight of his body.
He lifted his ass and pulled his penis teasingly to the threshold of her
clitoris before forcefully slamming it deep against the wall of her vagina.
Linda groaned with pleasure as his penis rammed her uterus.   She smoked.  He
pumped.  She smoked.  Her eyes popped open.  She held the smoke selfishly in
her lungs as her body's endorphins went wild.  Her body lurched violently.
She'd never felt this way before.  Oh my God she thought.  This is it!  This
is an orgasm!  Oh you wonderful man.  Oh you wonderful cigarettes!

Peter wasn't blind to his wife's pleasure but he wasn't finished ramming his
bad girl yet.  He drove in harder and deeper.  He would make her pay for
being a bad girl.  Oh yes he would!  The sensation that had started in his
penis rose through his chest and contorted his face.  Linda smiled as her
husband emptied himself in side her.

They were too caught up in their own orgasmic pleasures to see their
seven-year-old daughter standing by their door.  They didn't see her scurry
back up stairs to her room.

Tammy wasn't naive.  She knew her parents had just had sex.  She'd seen on it
TV a thousand times and knew that it was good thing between people who loved
one another.  She was happy for her parents but it still confused her
nonetheless.  She couldn't help but notice her mother was smoking while her
father jumped on her.  She remembered movies where couples smoked cigarettes
after they made love.  She always thought it was kind of romantic.  But she'd
never seen any thing on TV like she saw downstairs.

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