Tara's Transformation

Tara’s Transformation


Author’s Notes: This story of how Tara, a seemingly pure and innocent wife and mother transforms, embraces, and expresses her deepest darkest desires. It contains smoking fetish elements throughout, and this initial part will depict dedicated pussy-stretching and an interracial hotwife encounter. Later parts will explore how Tara’s transformation leads her into even more extreme adventures. If this type of story interests you, enjoy it.


Chapter 1: The Conversation,


Tara was still a beautiful young woman at 32 but felt world-weary beyond her years. The sparkle that once shone in her bright green eyes was long gone. She had maintained the façade of a perfect wife and mother for 18 years and dearly loved her husband, Mark, and her ********, Clara. However, after hiding her dark desires for so long Tara knew that she needed to transform into her truest self, or she would be forever lost so one night after Clara had gone to bed Tara asked Mark to join her on the couch. She took his hand and looked deeply into his gray eyes and in a shaky voice, nearly overcome by nerves at what was about to happen, she said, “Mark, we need to talk, neither of us has been happy for years. I can’t pretend anymore to be the sweet and innocent wife and mother you have always known. I need to find and become my true self and maybe it will save our marriage."


Mark sighed over Tara's words and willingness to try to repair their marriage. With a breaking heart, Mark said, "Tara, I think it’s too late for us you have been a wonderful wife and mother. I love you for that but I have decided that I can no longer hide my desires and cannot ask you to be the partner I need right now. I will always love you and Clara and I will continue to support you both, but I think finding someone better suited to travel my path with is best. I'm sorry sweetheart but I need to become the real me, no more pretending and I hope you also find a partner who can truly satisfy whoever you wish to become."


Tara felt a wave of emotions wash over her, surprise, anger, hurt, betrayal, and resignation. She knew deep down that like her Mark had been hiding his true self for quite some time and she couldn't blame him for wanting to pursue his desires. As difficult as it was Tara understood that they each needed to find their way forward and that the momentum of their past would inhibit them. With tears in her eyes, Tara quietly nodded, “I understand, Mark, I wish you all the best on your journey.”


As Mark packed his things and left their home Tara sat on the couch, holding a long white Virginia Slims cigarette in her trembling fingers. It was the first time she had touched a cigarette since she got pregnant with Clara. She knew that Mark was attracted to smoking women and she had hoped to show him all that she was prepared to do to satisfy his desires and her own. She watched as Mark's car disappeared down the street feeling a confusing mix of pain and relief wash over her. This chapter of her life was closed and she knew it was time to embrace the future, with determination in her heart Tara lit the cigarette and whispered to herself, “Now, where do I begin?”


In the days that followed Tara maintained her usual routine. She did her tasks and parented Clara though at 18 she was rarely home. Then each night she would lock herself in her bedroom with a bottle of brandy, a pack of Virginia Slims, More 120 cigarettes, and her laptop. Mark’s words and sudden departure still stung but she was resolved to explore her dark desires and did so through the fog of alcohol and a haze of smoke.


Chapter 2: Karen


A week later, while shopping, Tara saw Mark holding hands with her friend, Karen, as they walked into a bar together. They were chatting and smiling like young lovers. Tara knew that Karen liked to smoke and that when she was partying, she would sleep with damn near anyone who would buy her drinks. Years earlier, she had also confessed to Tara that she had the hots for Mark and never missed an opportunity to flirt with him. Tara felt the flames of anger it was not that Mark was on a date but she couldn’t believe that Karen would betray her like that. Tara pulled out a pack of Virginia Slims cigarettes placed it between her pretty lips lit it up took a satisfying drag, and inhaled confidence, it was time to show Mark, Karen, and everyone else that she could not be trifled with Tara straightened her shoulders, adjusted her black leather jacket and marched towards the bar entrance.


As she stepped inside heads turned to look at her. Tara scanned the room until she spotted Mark and Karen sitting at a corner booth, smoking and making out. Her heart raced as she made her way through the crowd leaving a trail of smoke in her wake Upon reaching the booth, Tara leaned down to Mark's ear Tara's voice was low and sultry as she whispered directly into Mark's ear ensuring that only he could hear her words, “Hey, baby,” she purred, “I see you've found yourself a new playmate. I won't interfere with your fun but I have something to show you later,” giving him a mischievous smile before turning and striding away hips swaying seductively as she trailed wafts of smoke behind her.


Karen looked shocked at Tara's sudden arrival and departure, she felt bad that Tara had caught her with Mark but didn't want to let him go he was the type of guy she liked to party with and had wanted to be with him for ages. Karen asked him in a flirtatious, yet guilty voice what Tara had said. Mark absently told her that it was nothing important, as he tried to enjoy Karen’s company as if nothing significant had happened he was preoccupied with Tara’s bold confrontation, her smoking and what on earth did she want to show him later?


Karen distracted him from his thoughts by lighting a cigarette and purring to him that she would make his night. Mark tried to cast all thoughts of Tara from his mind as the couple went to Karen’s place for the evening.


Tara arrived home her heart racing from the confrontation at the bar. She slipped off her jacket and kicked off her shoes. She felt the weight of her decision to become her true self settling in as she made her way to her bedroom poured herself a large brandy and lit a long elegant Virginia Slims. With each sip of her drink and inhale of smoke her nerves settled and her resolve that there was no way in hell she was going to let that backstabbing friend take Mark from her strengthened. Tara understood that they both had secrets, dark desires that had been repressed for the entirety of their marriage. She could not help but think that if Mark had realized that she was not the sweet innocent wife that he had known then they could have enjoyed discovering and revealing their deepest fantasies together. Tara lit another cigarette and let it dangle between her lips, the sweet smoke filling the room with possibilities. Tara drank and practiced her smoking tricks: seductive dangle; French inhale; snap inhale; smoke rings; nose exhale, and so much more. She realized that smoking was no longer an idle affectation for her, rather it had revealed itself as a compelling aspect of her true self. As Tara finished her cigarette, she couldn't help but think about where Mark might be. She wondered if he was having steamy sex with Karen lost in his world of passion. She quickly pushed aside the wave of jealousy that washed over her. This was her chance to finally live the life she desired, to transform into the woman she truly was.


Karen lit a cigarette performed a triple-pump drag and took Mark’s cock deep into her warm smoky mouth felt good but Mark’s mind kept circling back to Tara's cryptic statement about “showing him something later.” He could not shake the vision of Tara in her leather jacket smoking a sexy cigarette. Those thoughts of his wife caused his cock to swell in Karen’s mouth.


Tara dangled another cigarette the smoke swirling around her head like an angry halo. She knew she needed to show Mark who she was and how much further she wanted her transformation to take her. With growing anticipation, Tara slipped into the sexy latex outfit that Mark had gifted her years ago and had been gathering dust for ages. She then strapped on the heels from their honeymoon that she hadn't worn since and admired the confident stranger looking back at her from the mirror dressed in a shiny red and black latex corset, long black gloves, crotchless red panties, and six-inch red stilettos. Tara then reclined on her bed spread her pussy lips with two fingers and lit a sexy Virginia Slim cigarette dangled it from her seductive lips and took a selfie that she sent to Mark without hesitating along with the message, 'Remember what I said and come see my dark desires.'


Mark heard the “ping” of Tara’s text and opened the message. What he saw shocked him and filled him with a deep longing to return home to Tara. He told Karen there was an emergency with his ******** and that he needed to ensure she was okay.


Karen suspected that this was a lie, that he was going to see Tara. She felt a pang of jealousy and in a little girl's voice pleaded for Mark to stay. Mark smiled at Karen and left her with a snarky pout on her otherwise pretty face.


Chapter 3: Reconciliation


Tara received a notification on her phone that Mark had read her message. She couldn't help but smile as the anticipation built within her. She took another drag from her cigarette allowing the smoke to fill her lungs and seep into her bloodstream. Before long Tara heard Mark open the front door. Tara’s heart raced as she waited for Mark to find her dressed in latex and seductively smoking.


Mark followed the surprising smell of smoke and saw Tara reclined on the bed a fresh Virginia Slim cigarette in her hand her eyes shone with fiery passion it was clear that she had been drinking. Mark stood before her eyes wide with curiosity and desire. He was nonplussed, transfixed by the sight of this woman who looked so familiar but who he had never seen before, "Tara, what is this? You have always been so sweet and pure, you wouldn't even have sex with the lights on!"


Tara laughed lightly the sound echoing, “Sweet and pure, is that who you think I am,” she arched an eyebrow challenging him with her gaze, “I've been holding back but not because I'm afraid of the dark,” she stood up from the bed and stepped to Mark their eyes level now because of her high heels. The air between them crackled with tension as she said with her boozy, smoky, breath, “No, Mark, I've held back because I wanted to keep this part of me hidden from you, from Clara but now I want you to see every dark corner of my mind, I want you to see who I truly am.”


Mark hesitated mindful that Tara was more than tipsy, Mark said, "Tara honey, please don't do anything you don't want to do for me. I could not live with myself if I messed you up even more than I already have."


Tara's eyes locked onto Mark's her lips curling into an incredulous smile, “You still want to protect my innocence, Oh Mark,” she whispered stepping even closer, “You have no idea how corrupt I am.”

Mark saw a fire in Tara's eyes that he had never seen before it was like looking into the flaming eyes of a demon his heart started to beat faster with a mix of fear and exhilaration, “Tara,” Mark managed to croak out his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart, "Do you want this? You don't know the darkness inside me, my need to share it with someone just as kinky."


“Yes Mark, I want this, I need this,” Mark took Tara into a tight embrace pulling her close. The smell, feel, and sound of her latex outfit were intoxicating. Their lips came together in a tender kiss filled with relief, excitement, and optimism as they embraced. Tara felt the heat radiating between them ignite an inferno that threatened to consume her. Tara then pulled away from Mark her breath ragged, her heart pounding in her chest. She stepped away from Mark and reached for another cigarette lighting it with trembling hands the smoke gave her some distance from Mark. Tara said softly, between extravagant nose exhales, “Come home, honey, if we can share our true selves I think we can go on a wild ride.”


Mark took in the scene it was his deepest fantasy coming to life but he still felt doubt, "Tara, it took all my strength to leave you and I did it mostly for you. I’m afraid to reverse paths and try with you again unless I fully understand where you want this journey to take you?"


Tara nodded slowly understanding the gravity of Mark’s words. She inhaled deeply on her cigarette letting a ball of thick white smoke emerge from her mouth before snapping it deep into her lungs where she held the smoke for a moment before exhaling twin jets from her nostrils, "I appreciate your honesty, my heart aches at the thought of losing you but I thought it was a necessary step for both of us. You deserve to be happy and if that means finding someone else who can fulfill your desires... well, I'll accept that,” the weight of those words hung heavy in the air between them as Tara felt her eyes well up with tears.


Mark took Tara into his warm embrace again, "Honey, please don't cry it seems we have kept our secrets far too long. If we shared our desires honestly, we will see if we both want the same thing and then make a decision."


Tara nodded, “Perhaps,” the significance of this moment was clear to them both, it was a crucial turning point. Could they trust each other enough to share their darkest desires or would they fear that the other would not hear their secrets with excitement but with disgust and loathing? Tara and Mark sat in silence their hearts pounding with anticipation. The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with unspoken words, hidden truths, and swirling smoke. They locked eyes silently challenging each other to take the first step until finally Tara broke the silence, “Mark,” her voice barely above a whisper, “I need you to know... there's a part of me that craves things most people wouldn't understand. But I will trust you enough to share all of it because it is our only path forward as a couple.”


Mark fixed Tara with his gaze, "Ok, let's take turns sharing, you can go first."


Chapter 4: Dark Desires


Mark's steady gaze bore into Tara his expression unwavering. She could see his determination in his eyes, a silent promise that he would meet her vulnerability with his own. Nervously, Tara took a deep breath her voice trembling with emotion about sharing this part of herself, “Alright, here's something I've never told you...”


Mark saw Tara’s hesitation and fear that he would judge her harshly, "It's ok, tell me."


As Mark's soothing words washed over Tara, she found the courage to continue, “After you left I drank a lot and smoked up a storm. I wanted to begin my new life of crazy adventures but didn’t know where to start so I went online to explore...” Tara’s words drifted off like smoke on a breeze before she continued, “Mark, the things I saw online were a revelation to me. I realized that so many others have their dark desires and it made me feel less alone. I think that then I blacked out from the booze and the next day several large packages arrived. When I saw what I had purchased it was like looking into my depraved soul,” Tara then brought two boxes out from under the bed opening the first box to reveal an assortment of bondage gear: a riding crop, a flogger, a whip, handcuffs, other restraints, a ball-gag, Japanese bondage ropes, nipple clamps and so much more.


Tara looked at Mark gauging his reaction. Mark took Tara’s trembling hands and sincerely thanked her, "I had no idea... Sweety, if you are into kinky play then I would love to explore that with you,” Mark then looked at the second box with a raised eyebrow meant to encourage her to show him. Tara suddenly jumped up and shook her arms as if to cast off her jittering nerves she took a Virginia Slim cigarette from its pack, brought it to life, closed her eyes, and took a deep drag. Tara smoked the entire cigarette letting the smoke drift from her pretty lips before opening her eyes and the second box.


Mark saw an array of items from an adult store. There was a small purple dildo, a medium flesh-toned, and a massive black dildo bigger than Tara’s arm. Mark also saw a variety of butt plugs the largest being a cone of impossible dimensions. Peering into the box Mark saw a powerful vibrator, a large bottle of lube, and a box of XL condoms. Mark turned to Tara with an excited grin, “Have you used these yet?”


“Not yet, but I want to!”


“Sweetheart, you have no idea what a wonderful surprise this is for me, now it’s my turn. It's not only that I am attracted to women who smoke, it is that it is the only thing that makes me fully aroused. I tried to fight it but I think I can only be happy in a relationship with a committed smoker that's why I went to Karen. She understands my smoking fetish and is happy to satisfy even my dirtiest fantasies."


Tara felt a wave of emotions wash over her as her pulse quickened listening to Mark’s admission about his smoking fetish and his reason for connecting with Karen. She couldn't help but feel a mix of pain and jealousy, yet also understanding. Tara lit a Virginia Slim and exhaled a tight cone of smoke into Mark’s face, “Babe, I don’t think smoking will be a problem for me it has become an essential part of who I am and whenever I can you will see me enjoying a cigarette or who knows maybe even a cigar,” Tara playfully licked Mark’s ear and whispered, “I will be your smoking slut-wife if you will have me?”


A wave of relief crossed Mark's face and his eyes welled up with emotion. He thought Tara had only started to smoke to please him but now he understood that it had become a crucial aspect of her own identity. Tara had accepted his smoking fetish with love and excitement. She did not recoil in disgust. Turning to Tara he whispered, "I would love having you as my smoking slut-wife,” Mark then said, “It's your turn have a smoke and tell me another of your dark desires."


Tara reached for her cigarettes and put a fresh one between her crimson lips lighting it with a flick of her lighter she savored the taste and smell of the smoke as it filled her lungs. Exhaling slowly she looked into Mark's eager eyes and began to speak but her voice faltered. Mark took Tara's hand and said, "Darling, I know it’s hard, please trust me."


Tara began again her voice barely above a whisper, “Mark, I want to explore my darkest fantasies, I crave the sensation of latex the taste of tobacco on my lips, and the thrill of pushing my sexual boundaries.”


Mark smiled, "I can see your love for latex. Tara, I can see you dressed in latex, smoking, and playing a dominatrix in a dungeon!"


Grinning at Mark's enthusiasm Tara nodded “Yes, a latex-clad dominatrix, smoking and commanding you in my dungeon, that vision excites me.”


"It's my turn again, I must say that this fantasy fills me with shame and fear that you will hate me for it..." Mark's voice trailed off as he considered sharing this dark desire with his wife. Tara met his gaze and gave a slight nod of encouragement. The tension in the room grew palpable as Tara waited for Mark to reveal his next desire, "Tara, you might find my next fantasy disgusting if so I will understand but please don't pretend to embrace it for me."


Tara said, with calm resolve, “Go ahead whatever it is, I want to hear it,” As Mark struggled to find his words Tara silently vowed to accept his secret, she knew all too well the cost of keeping primal drives locked away.


Mark blushed, "I can't say why or when this fantasy took root in my mind but it is now a central part of me I can't shake, I think about it all the time," Mark paused, "Tara, I can't explain this obsession without using profane language. Is that okay?"


Nervously watching Mark struggle with his thoughts, Tara sensed the gravity of what he was about to reveal, she nodded reassuringly, “Of course," Inside she braced herself for the impact of his revelation knowing that their journey forward hinged upon their ability to navigate these uncharted waters together.


Mark took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and let out a torrent of tortured words, "Tara, for whatever reason I want to be with a woman who loves to have her pussy stretched. A woman who will do daily exercises to make her pussy as wide and deep as possible. A woman who will always feel empty without something large inside her, filling her up and stretching her even more, I need a woman who wants to turn her pretty pussy into a huge gaping cunt," exhausted by his confession and expecting Tara's horrified response Mark slumped forward and clutched his face in his hands the room fell silent. Tara was stunned by Mark’s words and struggled to process them. Mark kept his eyes averted from Tara, "I'm sorry, I knew that this would be too much for you which is why I never mentioned it."


Tara shook her head still processing Mark's words, “No Mark,” she replied softly her voice firm yet gentle, “This isn't about too much or too little, it's about us understanding each other,” She paused, taking a deep breath as she tried to find the right words, “What you just shared... it's not easy to digest but in some ways, it echoes my dark desires. Even without your confession I also want to feel my pussy stretched out and used, why do you think I got that giant black dildo?”


Mark laughed at Tara’s joke and said in a more serious tone, "Tara, a big dildo is one thing but like I said I will want you to obsessively stretch your pretty pussy into a gaping cunt is that something you might enjoy and not merely endure?"


Tara took a deep breath, contemplating Mark's question. She glanced at her hands feeling the weight of his expectations. Slowly, she raised her gaze to meet his her eyes reflecting a mix of determination and uncertainty, “Yes Mark,” she whispered, “I'll try, it might be necessary before I can live out one of my dark desires," the words hung in the air as Tara watched him exhale slowly, relief washing over his features, "Tara, it might seem odd but I promise you will enjoy it. If you follow my lead I will ensure that you have multiple orgasms every day," As Mark's grin spread across his face Tara felt a twinge of nervousness mixed with anticipation. She watched him closely noting the pleading excitement in his eyes as his words sent shivers of electricity down her spine, 'Multiple orgasms, every day,' she mused to herself and nodded her acquiescence to Mark. "It's your turn, tell me another of your deepest, darkest desires?"


Tara’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment she took a deep breath, steeling herself to reveal another layer of her hidden self, “Okay Mark,” she responded her voice steady despite the butterflies fluttering in her stomach, “There's another secret I haven't told you sometimes I imagine having multiple sexual partners,” she admitted feeling heat rush to her cheeks as she uttered the words.


Mark was still thinking about his fantasy and quipped, "Hah, that would be one good way to stretch your pussy,” then he grew more serious when he saw Tara’s solemn expression and processed the meaning of her words. In a calm and tempered voice, Mark asked, "Who these multiple sexual partners would be to her, strangers, boyfriends, bulls?"


Tara furrowed her brow, "I have always yearned to be taken simultaneously by multiple men, to be the sole focus of their attention. To have all my holes filled at once," Tara lit a cigarette and watched for Mark’s response.


Mark smiled and shook his head in astonishment, “My god, how I wish we could have had this conversation when we married 17 years ago. To think that we have harbored such similar desires for so long... what a waste for both of us!”


Tara’s eyes watered with regret, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t accept the dark desires deep in my soul so I could never speak of them even to myself.”


Mark took Tara’s pretty face in his gentle hands and looked deep into her eyes, “Well, your sexual fantasy fits nicely with the next one I will share with you. I want a wife that is free to take sexual pleasure from anyone at any time. I want her to expand her ring of sexual partners as wide as she wants. I want to help her get ready for her dates and hear every sordid detail when she gets home. I want a hotwife who takes on multiple big cocks but who still comes home to me even if her pussy and ass are swollen and leaking cum."


Tara nodded slowly, her mind whirling with the implications, “Alright,” she whispered, “Let's take this journey together,” she reached for another Virginia Slim, lighting it with steady hands. Its rich aroma filled the air enveloping them in a cloud of anticipation as they prepared to step into the unexplored depths of their desires.


Watching Tara languidly smoke was a dream for Mark, "Sweetie, it excites me so much to see you smoking again, blow smoke and tell me another of your dark desires?"


Tara took a deep drag on her cigarette letting the smoke swirl around her lungs before exhaling slowly. She watched it dance in the dim light, casting intricate patterns against the walls. She stepped closer to Mark positioning herself between his legs she leaned forward and blew a stream of smoke onto his hard cock watching with satisfaction as it twitched under her touch. A devilish grin spread across her lips as she spoke, “Oh, I have so many dark desires that I yearn to explore,” She paused her eyes locked onto his she took another drag from her cigarette feeling the warm smoke soothe her mind. As she exhaled she watched the tendrils of smoke twist and dance around Mark’s stiff cock. She swallowed it whole and bobbed her head up and down until she could sense that Mark was almost ready to explode before extracting Mark’s cock from her mouth and looking him in the eyes she whispered, “I want to take lovers and be stretched by massive black cocks until my pussy gapes,” she then jerked his cock fast while dangling her cigarette from the corner of her smiling mouth.


Upon hearing those words Mark shot a huge stream of hot cum onto Tara's face and cigarette, "Tara, you have blown me away. A week ago I thought I would need to try to find happiness with someone like Karen but now I see that you are the dark and twisted girl of my dreams! There are so many fantasies we can share but if it's okay with you how about we start by stretching your pussy that way you will be ready for the massive black cocks of your black lovers?"


Tara took another drag of her cigarette, absorbing the creamy smoke into her body before exhaling it in a whisper, “Let’s do it,” With a wink, she added, “There is so much to do, and so little time.”


Chapter 5: Stretching Exercises


Like a kid on Christmas morning, Mark told Tara how to stretch her pussy, "Every day when I’m at work I want you to get your laptop and watch whatever porn turns you on. Then stretch your pussy a bit each day with anything you want while using your vibrator on your clit. You need to have at least three orgasms before I get home. We will call this routine your ‘Stretching Exercises’ to keep it secret from Clara how does that sound?"


Tara smiled, and nodded her agreement, “Three orgasms per day, you say, I will either do it or die trying!”



The next morning Mark took Tara into his warm and loving embrace. The scent of his cologne mingled with her lingering aroma of tobacco creating a heady mixture that filled her senses. With a wink, Mark said, "Tara, I need to go to work. Don't forget your Stretching Exercises in front of Clara, "I hope you have a great workout." Tara blushed at his cheerful mood and coded message she waived him away eager to begin her Stretching Exercises!


When Clara left for school, Tara found herself alone in the house her heart pounding with anticipation. She quickly closed the front door behind Clara locking it. The sudden stillness of the house enveloped her amplifying the sense of freedom and liberation that coursed through her veins. Without hesitation, she took her laptop to her bedroom and sat on the bed her fingers hovering over the keyboard as she contemplated which site and then again as she navigated through the adult websites to find inspiration her mind raced with excitement and possibilities Tara clicked on a video that caught her eye, her heart thudding in her chest as she waited for it to load. The scene unfolding before her stirred a whirlwind of emotions within her. She leaned forward her elbows resting on her knees as she gripped the laptop tightly her knuckles whitening with tension, her breath quickening as she watched the woman her eyes widening as she inserted a large black dildo into herself, Tara's body reacted instinctively, her clit throbbing in response to the explicit content. She reached down rubbing gently enjoying the sensation as it sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. As Tara continued watching she reached for a Virginia Slim cigarette, then stopped herself, 'No, dedicated pussy gaping called for a naughtier, darker, taboo, cigarette.; she thought as she extracted a More 120 from its shiny red package lighting it with shaking hands. The first drag filled her lungs with rich smoke and her mind with carnal thoughts of endless desire. As she smoked and watched the video of the woman pleasuring herself with a large dildo her pussy moistened. She became lost in the world displayed on the computer screen she felt a desperate need to start her Stretching Exercises, an eagerness to embark on this new journey of self-discovery.


Tara got up from her bed and collected the things she wanted to use: a bottle of brandy, a pack of More 120s, and her ashtray. Then from the first box she had shown Mark, she took out the nipple clamps and attached them tightly, the pain was insistent yet bearable, she gave them a sharp pull, sending a pulsing flash of electricity into her throbbing pussy. From the second box, Tara got the vibrator, some lube, and her three different-sized dildos. She laid back on the bed with a pillow under her hips so that her pussy faced the ceiling, the perfect position for deep penetration. She wondered how long she would need to do her Stretching Exercises before she turned her tight pussy into the kind of cunt that she and Mark wanted.


Tara took a large swig of brandy feeling it burning light a fire in her belly and then spread throughout her entire body. She lit another More 120 and let it dangle between her lips as she began the stretching process by gently introducing the smallest, dildo into her eager pussy. The sensation was foreign and initially painful, causing her to gasp involuntarily as she adjusted to the intrusion the discomfort transitioned into pleasurable waves that urged her to push further. With determination etched on her face, Tara pressed the dildo deeper into her core welcoming the transformative journey ahead. She increased the intensity and depth of the dildo's thrust marveling at how nice it felt to be fucked again. Slowly, inch by inch, Tara filled her pussy with the toy. With her spare hand, she took another swig of brandy, pulled on her nipple clamps, and smoked her cigarette. 'I could get used to this Stretching Exercise,' she thought.


Before long, Tara was pumping the small dildo into her pussy with wild abandon. She then put the vibrator on her swollen clit and within seconds had an incredible orgasm her best since she married Mark 17 years ago. Spent, Tara fell back and smoked her cigarette watching the smoke swirl and drift to the ceiling. She had just had her first orgasm in over a year but knew that Mark told her that she needed to have three orgasms each day before he got home. She smiled at the second dildo which was a solid eight inches long, flesh-toned, and much thicker than anything she had ever had in her. She was surprised at how real it felt in her hands and she knew where her second orgasm would come from. Tara blew creamy smoke onto the dildo and slid it into her mouth. She imagined giving a smoky blowjob to a hung stranger in a dark alley. She imagined the stranger shoving his big cock up her pussy, or ass from behind. With those dirty thoughts in her mind, she slowly pushed the second dong into her hungry hole.



After some determined pressure, the bulbous head of the dildo split Tara's lower lips and sat lodged in her pussy gasping at the intrusion. She saw that her lips had become a tight white ring around the dildo, how could any woman take such a large penis she could not imagine ever being more stretched but knew if they could, so would. She needed to continue her Stretching Exercises to change her pussy into a proper cunt. Tara began to move the large rubber cock deeper and deeper into her body stopping for a moment to catch her breath and add more lube before resuming her Stretching Exercises, building towards her second daily orgasm driven by her desires and the challenge set forth by Mark. Bit by bit Tara's pussy gave way to receive the fake dick. Soon, she was able to stroke its full length in and out of her pussy. Her orgasm was almost upon her when she got a text from Mark, "Hello sunshine, hope you are having a great day," the text contained four emojis that made Tara smile: a wink, a cigarette, an eggplant, and three squirt symbols. With renewed energy and commitment to her stretching, Tara pounded her pussy and had her second orgasm of the day.


With the dildo still firmly inserted Tara took a picture of her stuffed pussy and texted it to Mark along with the cheeky message, "Yes, so far so good, two cums down and one to go. Can't wait to show you my progress tonight!" Tara added emojis to the text: a cigarette, two eggplants, and two squirts.


Mark heard the “ping” he was hoping for and snuck a discreet look at Tara's racy message while trying to stay focussed on the business meeting. His dick started to harden at the thought of Tara doing something so bold and naughty. He was thrilled that she was willing to indulge his pussy-stretching fetish and that she seemed to be enjoying it herself.


Tara relaxed and smoked another More 120 while she thought about how to get her third orgasm. She looked at the final dildo and couldn’t believe she had ordered it. She lifted it in her hands and felt its enormous weight and heft. It was amazing and daunting 13 inches long and as thick as a beer can, dark brown. The packaging said it was sculpted from the real cock of “Bam” a famous black porn star. Tara placed the huge head of the Bam dildo against her open pussy and gave it a push 'Could Bam be the answer to her third cum of the day?' she thought as she felt her lips indent under its thrusting power but it was not even close to fitting inside her. Tara was disappointed in herself and with the thought that she might never achieve the dimensions she and Mark craved she tried again to push the dildo inside but to no avail. With a final desperate effort, Tara tried to take the huge black dong by attaching its suction cup to the floor and mounting it. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath of smoke from her dangling More, and sat down. White hot pain shot through her pussy lips and she knew that this task was impossible for her. But then, she thought, 'This was her first day and Mark was right she needed to work at this gradually,' she dreamed of the day when this massive rod would prepare her for the real thing. Tara still needed to have her third orgasm and wondered how to do it and then her horny gaze fell on the brandy bottle. Tara took a large swig of brandy and then slowly inched the neck of the bottle into her pussy, spreading it wider and wider she pushed the bottle deeper into her pussy until she was stretched as far as she could go. She left the bottle inside her while she had another cigarette and thought how wonderful it was going to be to have three orgasms every day with a cigarette dangling from her lips and then rode the bottle to her final daily climax.


Completely spent Tara sent another text to Mark a picture of herself smoking a cigarette with the brandy bottle sticking out from her pussy along with the picture were the words, "Mission accomplished, Sir," and some emojis: a cigarette, 3 eggplants, and 3 squirts.


Mark got Tara's message and after a glance excused himself from his business meeting. He went to a bathroom stall and looked at Tara's sexy message and picture beat off shooting his cum into the toilet.


Later that night Mark and Tara cuddled in bed. Mark cupped her large pendulous breasts and asked how her first Stretching Exercises went as her body responded to his touch, her nipples hardened and pussy moistened. She told Mark about her stretching progress every detail. She was pleased to report that she had three orgasms on three different objects and that she had tried to fit Bam inside her pussy without success. She said she would work hard to get bigger every day with excitement in her voice. She felt an unfamiliar combination of lightness, hope, and excitement as she whispered in his ear, “It was fucking amazing!"


"I am proud of you Tara you took an eight-inch dildo all the way breaking your record for the biggest dick you’ve ever had and you rode a brandy bottle to orgasm. If you keep up your training you will eventually take Bam to the hilt and then you will be ready for your black lovers and their huge cocks."


Tara nodded, appreciating Mark's encouragement. She couldn't help but feel the excitement, “Thank you, Mark,” she whispered her cheeks flushing with color.


For the next month, Tara did her daily Stretching Exercises and shared her progress each night. She could now take the eight-inch dildo with ease and had begun to affectionately call it her "Daily" using it to loosen herself up and for her first orgasm. Soon she felt empty when it was not inside her and had taken to sleeping with it, doing chores with it, and even shopping with the thick rod stretching her pussy.

Her second daily orgasm came from a variety of vegetables. She especially loved the way the purple Japanese eggplants felt inside her it was hard and thick but with a sponginess that felt amazing when it rubbed her G-spot as she clenched it with the walls of her pussy. Then every day she tried to fuck Bam for her third orgasm but even when she thought she could do it, it would never fit so for her third daily orgasm Tara would sip brandy, smoke a More 120 cigarette, and ride the bottle to completion. She noticed with delight that the smear of her pussy juice was moving further down the bottle with each passing day. During these training sessions, Tara explored the vast world of porn. Her dark desires took root and blossomed as she watched and learned about all the kinky things that others did. She still enjoyed watching pretty, small, women taking massive objects in their holes: dildos, bottles, cans, veggies, and even fists but she had discovered other interests. Watching several women dominate a man or men while smoking and wearing latex stoked her darkness. She became obsessed with the thought of piercings, tattoos, and body modifications to reflect her true self better but mostly she sought her three daily orgasms Tara watched hotwife porn in which a beautiful wife went on dates, took lovers, and enjoyed many sexual partners all with her husband’s encouragement and support. She became particularly obsessed with the desire to seduce and fuck a strong black man with an enormous cock as she learned about so many things that resonated with her including double and triple penetration, anal sex, cream pie, bukkake, and a myriad of other kinky perversions.


Mark was thrilled to hear about Tara's stretching progress each night. He could see that she was as passionate about it as he was, "How are you making out with Bam," he would ask every night.


“Bam continues to elude me,”


"Would you like me to help you with Bam?"


Tara hesitated for a moment steeling herself as her heart raced at the thought of attempting to take the massive Bam dildo with Mark present. Mark told Tara that she would need to relax pouring her a big glass of brandy and passing her a pack of More 120 cigarettes then he massaged Tara's neck, shoulders, and breasts. As Mark's fingers worked wonders on her she took a deep breath her body slowly surrendering and enjoyed some brandy and a cigarette as she felt herself letting go and becoming energized, alive, closer to her true self.

"Tara embrace a fantasy," Mark said as he continued his massage, "Imagine Sam, the handsome black owner of a cigar shop inviting you to his home for a nightcap.


Tara closed her eyes allowing the fantasy to develop in her imagination. She pictured Sam inviting her into his cozy living room. She could almost taste the fine cognac that Sam would offer her with a warm smile and captivating gaze as his strong arms guided her onto a plush couch filling her mind as she felt a wave of anticipation wash over her. Tara imagined Sam's hands rubbing her breasts while he gave her a deep French kiss her mind flooded with the imagined sensations of Sam's tender caress on her chest. She could feel his lips pressed against hers their tongues entwining in a passionate dance. With each stroke of Mark's fingers on her skin and every imaginary touch from Sam Tara felt herself becoming more and more aroused. Tara imagined Sam slipping his hands under her skirt to find the wetness of her pussy her mind racing as Sam's fingers gently parted her lips, discovering her wet hole. She could feel the warmth spreading throughout her body, fueled by brandy and fantasy as Mark continued to massage her Tara moaned softly lost in her inner world as a shiver ran down her spine as she imagined Sam telling her how beautiful she was and how badly he needed to make love to her. She could hear Sam's voice praising her beauty and expressing his desire the electricity coursing through her veins, igniting a fire within her core. Tara's heart pounded as she imagined herself responding to Sam's advances. She could feel the heat radiating from her pussy as a testament to the passion that consumed her. With a sultry grin, Tara pictured herself inviting Sam to fulfill their mutual desire and for Sam to take her with his big black cock. Tara imagined taking Sam's cock out of his pants, kissing it, and then pleading for him to fuck her long and hard. Tara's eyes widened as she envisioned the scene unfolding before her she could feel the cool air conditioning brushing against her skin, contrasting with the heat emanating from her liquid center as she imagined herself reaching for Sam's massive erection kissing the hard length as she silently pleaded for him to fill her.


With Tara lost in her imagination, Mark positioned Bam at the entrance of her soaked pussy, "Now Tara, imagine that Bam is Sam's glistening black cock seeking entrance to your willing pussy."


Tara's breath hitched in her throat as she felt Sam/Bam pressing against her enflamed pussy lips. The thought of it being Sam's enormous cock sent waves of desire crashing over her. She could almost feel the velvety smoothness of it teasing her sensitive flesh as Mark slid Bam up and down her eager opening causing her to moan softly imagining herself surrendering to Sam's powerful thrusts as Mark gently pushed Bam against her entrance that would not open.
He told Tara to imagine begging Sam to push harder, to spear her with his huge black cock.


Tara felt the pressure building as Mark slowly advanced Bam into her tight opening. She could hear his encouragement, urging her to imagine Sam's strong arms enveloping her, his powerful cock pushing deep with each imagined thrust Tara whimpered softly, longing for the overwhelming sensation of being filled by him.


Mark pushed a bit harder and Tara's pussy gaped a bit wider but it would not enter her. Mark told Tara to beg Sam, "Fuck my cunt with your huge black cock, stretch me like never before," Tara's muscles tensed as Mark applied more force but her pussy still struggled to accommodate Bam. The scent of sweat and desire filled the room, Tara could almost feel Sam's powerful grip on her hips as he guided his immense cock into her waiting depths. With a hoarse voice, Tara begged inwardly for Sam to claim her like never before, to stretch her open and unleash the primal passions within.


With Tara's pussy burning with desire she was close. Then Tara put her hands over Mark's and they gave Bam a mighty push. At last, Tara's pussy widened enough for Bam to enter her. But because she and Mark had both been pressing hard, when her pussy finally opened half of the giant dildo instantly slammed into her, making her gasp. Tara convulsed in orgasm around Bam her pussy spasmed rapidly clenching the big cock.


Tara had visions of Sam thrusting powerfully in and out of her while Mark filmed the encounter. With an explosion of stars, Tara experienced multiple orgasms and fell back on the bed spent but completely content and knew that she would need to make this dream a reality, "We did it, I am now ready to find a real Sam, or maybe a bunch of Sams, to fulfill my dark desires!"


Mark looked at Tara with love and gratitude. Here she was reclining with a huge black dildo deep inside her, smoking, and thinking about taking her first black cock in real life. These things pleased Mark but he needed to check with Tara to gauge her thoughts, "Tara, I have never been happier with you, our life together. You have undergone an incredible transformation and your journey is just beginning but are you certain you want to take this fantasy into the real world? Are you ready to become a hotwife with a black lover? You know what they say, ‘Once you go black you will never go back’."


Tara took a deep drag of her cigarette, the smoke swirling around her head, “Yes Mark, the reason I have worked so hard to stretch my pussy is so that I can properly fuck every black cock I find, my dark desire is to be a smoking hotwife for black men in real life.”


"Tara, tomorrow you should only have two orgasms during your Stretching Exercises, and then go see Sam at his cigar shop."


Tara inhaled more of the long brown cigarette, the warmth of the smoke filling her lungs and spreading throughout her body. Tara leaned toward Mark with smoke billowing from her mouth, “Oh babe, tomorrow can't come soon enough!”


“Sweet dreams, dark Tara.”


Those last two words played in her head, “Dark Tara… Tara…darktara… Darktara,” Tara had just discovered her true name.


Chapter 6: Hotwife


The next morning Tara had her first orgasm on her daily dildo lubing and opening her pussy for what she hoped was soon to come. If all went well, today would be her first hotwife experience. It would be the first time she had sex with a new man since marrying Mark and Sam would be the first black man to fuck her. Tara imagined Sam pounding her with his big black cock as she absently reached for her cigarettes. She paused for a moment, deciding that from now on, “Tara” would only smoke the all-white, elegant, lady-like Virginia Slim 120s, while “Darktara” would smoke the naughtier, brown More 120s and today she wanted to be Darktara. With an aggressive inhale, Darktara lit a More breathing in the smoke and letting it fill her. She didn’t know Sam well but had seen him at parties and knew that he and Mark got together sometimes to golf, watch games, play poker, or whatever else they got up to. taking a deep drag and exhaling the smoke around the head of Bam she hoped that all her stretching would be needed when she took Sam. She gradually pushed Bam into her pussy, stretching it obscenely wide a More dangling from her lips while Bam stuffed her pussy... no, her cunt. She began moving Bam with greater intensity, pleased to see that she could absorb eight inches of the girthy black dong. Soon, Tara was thrusting the dildo into her rapidly pulsing pussy as her second orgasm sent waves of pleasure through her body and wicked ideas into the depths of her mind, her third daily orgasm would be with Sam.


Tara couldn't help but wonder how her experience with Bam would compare to what she hoped for at the cigar shop. She pictured herself standing in front of Sam surrounded by rows of cigars her heart racing with anticipation. Would a real big black cock feel better inside her than the toys, veggies, and bottles she had grown to love? Licking her lips, 'At least a real cock is filled with delicious cum!”


Tara dressed carefully for her encounter with Sam. She wanted to appear alluring but not like a cheap slut. After trying numerous looks she settled on a slinky black dress with a deep V-neck and thigh-high slit that flattered and accentuated her voluptuous figure. Under it, she chose a red lace bralette to highlight her ample breasts and a matching thong that rode low on her hips. She finished off the look with a set of fingerless gloves that extended up to her mid-forearm, and a pair of black high-heeled boots and sheer stockings. Turning to her makeup Tara dangled a Virginia Slim and set to work applying a rich matte lipstick in a deep shade of red so that her lips looked sensual and inviting. Next, she contoured her high cheeks with a warm bronzer to add some depth and definition to her sultry features. To finish off the look she applied smoky eyeliner and false lashes to add their mysterious allure to her sparkling green eyes. Tara then draped a delicate gold chain with a small heart pendant around her neck. On her ears, she wore a pair of studs that perfectly complemented her outfit. As a final touch a thick silver bracelet up her wrist its many charms jangling softly as she moved.


standing in front of the mirror admiring herself, her heart fluttered nervously as she adjusted her attire trying to ensure every detail was perfect. Tara couldn’t believe that she was stepping out to try to seduce and sleep with a black man while her husband cheered her on from home, her stomach was a ball of nerves as she grabbed her black leather jacket and strode into her uncertain future with confidence and determination.


As Tara drove to the cigar shop a jumble of nerves she chain-smoked two Virginia Slims. Her thoughts wandered back to the recent past with Mark, recalling how their relationship had hit rock bottom a month ago. Yet here she was dressed to seduce a handsome black man with her husband’s playful encouragement. She took a deep drag on her cigarette trying to calm herself.


After parking her car at the shop she texted Mark, "About to meet Sam, wish me luck!" followed by some emojis: a cigarette; an eggplant followed by a question mark, and then three squirt emojis followed by question marks.


Taking a deep inhale of her cigarette Tara released a cloud of smoke as she pushed open the door to Sam's cigar shop. Stepping inside she allowed her eyes to adjust to the dimly lit space filled with the enticing smell of tobacco. She looked around for Sam, 'Would she recognize him, would he know her at all?'


The tall handsome black man smiled warmly at Tara as he approached her and extended his large hand to her and in a resonant baritone voice, "I’m Sam, a friend of Mark's and you are Mark's wife, Tara, right? What brings you to my humble shop, are you looking for a gift for someone?" The feel of her tiny hands enfolded in Sam’s big ones made her heart flutter and her knees weak.


"Yeah," Darktara intruded into Tara’s mind, "I'm hoping that your cock will be a gift for me and my wet pussy," blushing Tara smiled back as she composed herself, "Actually, I was hoping you could teach me a bit about cigars. I have been increasingly curious about them and thought it might be a fun hobby to try."


Sam's white smile broadened, “Of course, Tara, Mark’s my buddy I'd do anything I can to help his ravishing wife,” a twinkle in his eye, “But forgive me for saying so, but you are the last person I expected to be a cigar smoker. I always took you to be more the pure, sporty type.”


Tara winked, "Like most people, I have vices that are not always obvious."


Taken aback by the directness of Tara’s admission Sam arched his eyebrows in subtle surprise but continued to speak in a measured tone, “So, what would you like to see?”


Darktara thought about how badly she wanted to see Sam's big cock fill her pussy, but Tara answered instead, "How can I know whether a cigar would be a good fit for me, is it the smell, taste, or size?”


Sam chuckled softly, intrigued by Tara’s choice of words, “Well, it is a combination of factors the way it smells, tastes, and feels in your hand. His fingers traced the smooth surface of a nearby display case as he continued. "But ultimately, there's no real substitute for personal preference. You'll have to try different types and sizes to discover what you enjoy most."


With Tara's interest piqued she turned toward Sam with a glint in her eye, "Sam, I have never had a cigar could you recommend one that I might enjoy, and teach me how to smoke it?"


Sam smiled knowingly, sensing the unspoken innuendo embedded in Tara's request but played it straight, “For a beginner like yourself,” he reached for a box on the shelf, “I'd recommend starting with something long and elegant like this #6 Ashton Panetela,”


Tara took the cigar from Sam’s hand briefly brushing her finger across his palm. As she examined the cigar and thought about what it might come to symbolize for her Sam explained its origin and flavor.


Coyly, at Darktara’s insistent urging, Tara said, "This looks beautiful and elegant I will enjoy it later. Right now I think I would rather take something a bit longer, thicker, and... darker."


'Holy hell, Mark’s fucking hot wife, Tara, she’s hitting on me,' thought Sam, Sam's gaze lingered on her assessing her in a new light. Tara’s black leather jacket, slinky dress, cute little boots, gloves, sexy red lipstick, and confident advances told him all he needed to know about her intentions. He felt his passion for Tara blossoming, how badly he wanted to take her in his arms, kiss her, and offer her an evening of cognac, cigars, and magical sex. But she was Mark's wife and he could never betray and disrespect a buddy that way.


Sam felt awkward about the situation and pretended he was an idiot, ******* of her flirtation, “Uh, sure Tara, let me show you the prize of my collection," Sam led her to a private alcove where he kept his best cigars. He lifted the lid of an ornate box of Davidoff Royal Release Salomones. Both of them stared hearts pounding at the long, thick, dark, beautiful cigars.


Seductively, Tara put her hand on Sam’s broad shoulder and held his gaze, “What do you think about a woman who enjoys smoking cigars, Sam?”


Sam's gaze locked onto her, his voice low and measured, “To me, a woman who enjoys smoking a fine cigar is a woman who knows how to find her pleasures.”


Tara saw Sam as a well-dressed handsome man, perhaps 40, with a winning smile and strong jaw, a fit, and muscular black man who towered over her with ease and grace. A man with smoldering dark eyes that seemed to peer into her soul, which enflamed her desires. She saw the man who her husband encouraged her to seduce. The man who she had imagined fucking when she orgasmed on Bam both last night and again this morning, 'Just say it,' demanded Darktara in her mind.


“Sam, what do you think about a woman who craves to suck on a long, thick, hard, black cigar?”


After a pregnant pause, Sam took Tara's hands, and gently shook his head, "Tara, I know what you are saying, and I am flattered. It would be a dream come true to be with a beautiful woman like you but Mark's my buddy and I can't fall in love with his wife any more than I already have."


Tara stepped closer to Sam and brought his lips to hers in a smoldering kiss, "But Sam, don't you see it was Mark who sent me to you, he wants us to find pleasure together and so do I."


Sam stepped back from Tara and looked at her in shock. Despite his agonizing lust, he knew that he could not play with Tara without first making sure that Mark was okay with it. Sam asked Tara to excuse him for a moment and pulled out his phone as he walked to the back of the shop.


Tara watched as Sam stepped away his face etched with conflicting urges. She understood the enormity of the situation and respected his need to gather his thoughts. As she waited Tara savored the lingering scent of the cigars that permeated the air setting her mind whirling with an intoxicating blend of desire and uncertainty.


Sam went to the backroom and called Mark, "Hey buddy, there is a weird situation you need to know about. Tara came into my shop and started flirting with me. I would love to be with her but will never disrespect you like that. She told me that you want us to hook up, what's going on is this for real?"


Mark laughed, "Sam, what Tara has told you is true. Tara wants to become a hotwife and is on the prowl for a lover with a big black cock so I suggested that she might like to try you on for size. But seriously this is what Tara wants and I would rather be helpful than try to stand in her way at least if it's you I can trust your discretion and we can drink and play poker after,"
Mark continued, "I think both of you will enjoy each other. Tara wants to try something bigger and black and I know how hard it is for you to find a woman who is willing and able to take your huge dick. If you treat her well and keep her satisfied then you have my blessing to ‘date’ her."


Sam looked around and saw that the shop was empty. He returned to Tara and grabbed her in a passionate embrace, they kissed tongues dancing together like twisting serpents of desire. Tara melted in his arms and instinctively started to grind her wet pussy on his powerful thigh. She felt his massive cock throb against her and rubbed it through the fabric of his pants feeling it grow ever bigger and harder.



Sam slack-jawed and practically panting broke away from Tara and told her he couldn't close the shop for another hour. He asked Tara to pick out whatever cigarettes and cigars she wanted and wait for him in the private lounge at the back of the shop. Tara squeezed Sam's cock hard and in a passionate, husky voice filled with lust told him not to keep her waiting.


While Sam served his customers Tara explored the shop marveling at the vast array of cigarettes, cigars, and smoking accessories. She was in heaven and wished she could try every variety. She reached for her Virginia Slims then paused, at Darktara’s insistence she selected a More 120 instead. She lit the cigarette and heard its brown wrapper crackle as she filled her lungs. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Tara picked up a huge dark cigar and sniffed its length pleasantly surprised by its bitter-sweet aroma. With a playful grin, she turned to face Sam who had been watching her intently from across the shop. Meeting his gaze she mimicked the act of deep-throating the large cylinder and then teased the stunned Sam by pretending to fuck her pussy with the big cigar. With a wink and a wave, Tara went to the private lounge poured herself a stiff cognac, and studied the elegant panatela Sam had given her with deliberate care, she struck a long cedar match ignited the tip, her first cigar, and puffed it to life. Tara found the feel, taste, and smell of the long, thin, classy, cigar to be divine, but even more, she liked the thick and creamy smoke.


As Tara leisurely puffed on the cigar and watched the smoke drift lazily from her mouth to fill the lounge in a blue haze. As Tara smoked she moistened knowing that soon she would consummate her interracial hotwife fantasy and her mind drifted to Mark. Tara wanted her first hotwife experience to satisfy not only her but also her husband’s dark, voyeuristic desires. She removed her panties, lifted her dress, and inserted a thick black cigar into her juicy pussy. Tara leaned back in the leather armchair, her elegant panatela cigar in her mouth and took a selfie she texted to Mark along with the message, "Next time you see this pussy the cigar will have changed into a huge black cock,” adding three cigar emojis, an eggplant with three exclamation points followed by a peach and ten squirt emojis.


Mark heard a “ping” on his phone and stared at the screen, his eyes widening, impressed, as he saw Tara’s picture and read her bold message. Mark texted back, "Enjoy your first big black cock, Tara! Let yourself go wild tonight, I can't wait to hear all about your adventure,” to signal his enthusiastic support he added a cigar emoji, one eggplant, one peach, 10 squirts, and then innumerable mixed hearts and ace of spades emojis. His message ended with, “PS, check the inner pocket of your purse.”


Tara’s heart fluttered at Mark’s encouraging response and his direction to check her purse, from which she extracted a beautiful little black jewelry box. Opening the box Tara saw an ornate silver anklet with an elegant Ace of Spades charm dangling from it. She also saw a beautiful black choker with “BBC Hotwife” embroidered in shimmering silver thread. Finally, she opened Mark’s hand-written note, “I love you Tara, and all of your dark desires, let there be no more secrets between us.”


Tara composed herself and puffed on her panatela as she donned the anklet and choker as a reminder of Mark’s love for her. She then relaxed with her cigar and waited for Sam to rejoin her.


At long last, she heard Sam close the shop and approach the private lounge. Her heart pounded as she seductively smoked her cigar and prepared her body and mind for what would happen next. When Sam entered the lounge he and Tara shared a long passionate stare. Then Tara broke form and jumped into Sam's muscular arms wrapping her legs snugly around his waist. Tara gave Sam a smoky kiss, grinding her wet pussy against his rapidly growing erection. Then Tara dropped to her knees in front of Sam his bulging trousers in her face. She felt the heat and smelled an intoxicating earthy musk. Tara released Sam’s cock from its tight imprisonment her eyes widening when she saw the monster that emerged from Sam’s pants. She was both thrilled and terrified at the sight of Sam's massive black cock throbbing with desire for her, “I’ve got this,” whispered Darktara as she took control of Tara’s body, mind, and soul.


Darktara took hold of Sam’s cock in both hands its sheer size dwarfing her tiny palms. The sight of herself holding the black shaft in her hands while her wedding ring sparkled in her eyes was mesmerizing and transformative. She leaned forward and licked the pre-cum from the tip of Sam’s cock and then opened wide to take its plum-sized head into her warm mouth with a gentle yet firm hand Sam encouraged Tara to take more of his immense cock. She felt the heat and hardness of Sam invading her throat eliciting a reflexive gagging and choking sensation. But instead of resisting, she found herself driven by an insatiable urge to test her boundaries, and with firm resolve, she began to take him deeper still.


Sam watched in awe as Tara bobbed her head on his cock swallowing more of it each time, Slowly she eased it all into her throat and licked his swollen balls. Overtaken by Darktara’s deep throat he let out a guttural growl and unloaded his thick cum into her mouth and down her throat. After milking his thick cock with the muscles of her esophagus she drew back and grinned her bright green eyes sparkling. She then made a show of licking up the cum she could reach with her tongue and scooping up the rest sliding the sticky goo past her delicate red lips. She showed Sam the huge pool of cum in her mouth and swallowed the entire load in a single gulp proving it by sticking out her tongue and showing him that her mouth was empty. Grinning like a Cheshire cat she asked Sam to pass her a cigar.


Sam passed Tara his prized Davidoff Royal. He lit it for her, and she took a great puff, letting the smoke waft to obscure her features. The big cigar felt incredible in Dsarktara’s hand and mouth. Its flavor was bold and earthy, with a hint of spice and fragrant leather. She exhaled a magnificent plume of thick creamy smoke and knew she would be an avid cigar aficionado in the future.


Darktara was filled with anticipation for the pleasures her new life would bring. She positioned herself gracefully in the leather chair each leg over an arm spreading her pussy wide her inflamed inner lips throbbing with anticipation. Sam's gaze brought a sultry smile to Darktara as she closed her eyes and brought the long, thick, dark cigar to her lips sucking hungrily on the majestic tube and savoring the rich, robust taste of the smoke filling her mouth. As she exhaled small rings and tendrils of smoke danced around her head like a demon’s halo. Darktara continued to puff on the cigar relishing the sensation and the intoxicating aroma as the smoke swirled elegantly from her red lips forming mesmerizing whirls as it rose above her.


With a desperate need, Darktara whispered seductively, “Come here, boy,” pulling his head to her ripe peach. She continued to puff on her cigar, the smoke curling around them as Sam’s tongue touched her pretty petals his eyes fixated on her inflamed pussy as he tasted her moist folds and smelled the sweet blend of her arousal and the wafting cigar smoke, Sam felt his dick swell as Darktara groaned softly muffled by the cigar still clenched between her teeth, “Please Sam, harder,” her voice husky with desire. Sam obliged thrusting his tongue deep inside her pulsating pussy exploring every inch of her wetness.


Minutes ticked by as Darktara remained engulfed in the blissful sensations from Sam's skilled ministrations. She continued to smoke her cigar, the rich aroma mingling with the scent of their shared passion. Each stroke of his tongue against her sensitive flesh sent shockwaves of delight through her body leaving her writhing beneath him as an orgasm built within her. Darktara's breath caught as she let out a long deliberate exhale a cloud of blue smoke billowed from her mouth, swirling around them as her climax crashed down upon her with each spasm, her hips bucked wildly against Sam's face grinding his tongue deeper into her throbbing pussy until she collapsed spent but satisfied. Panting heavily Darktara returned to smoking the magnificent cigar as they lay entwined in sexual bliss. A wave of dark desire crashed upon her mind and, knowing it was improper she inhaled a large ball of cigar smoke deep into her lungs and let it escape with each pulsing heartbeat from her nostrils and open mouth. Her rapturous smoking was interrupted by the sensation of Sam's throbbing cock rubbing up and down the entrance to her pussy. She gasped involuntarily unable to contain herself she pleaded, “Yes Sam, fuck me with your big back cock, stretch my pussy like never before, make me your smoking cum-slut!”


Sam positioned himself for entry and fixed his eyes on Tara. He gave a slight smirk and nod as Tara braced herself for the impending penetration. With slow but steady thrusts Sam eased the head of his massive cock into Tara's willing opening eliciting a sharp intake of breath and a wave of sensations that threatened to overwhelm her. Panic surged through her as she feared she might shatter under the force of his size her only previous experiences with Bam seemed insignificant compared to the sheer girth now filling her pussy and forever altering her body and mind. Despite the initial shock, Darktara couldn't help but feel the thrill coursing through her veins this was exactly what she'd been craving, the ultimate test of her limits and desires. As Sam began to slowly move within her filling her more with each deliberate stroke she knew there would be no turning back this was another inevitable step in her transformation.


As time passed Sam's pace increased driving his massive cock deeper into Tara's pulsating pussy. With every powerful stroke, Tara felt herself opening wider and deeper drawing him into her with her greedy cunt. Tara teetering on the edge of climax, her body quivering with anticipation of the release that awaited her and though she knew it wouldn't be enough to satiate all her dark desires, this was everything she needed for now.


Tara pulled away from Sam panting and relit her cigar, lodging it firmly in her mouth. Between puffs, she directed Sam to lay back on a leather sofa his cock pointing to the ceiling like a mighty mast. Desperate to orgasm on Sam’s cock, she moaned, “I want to ride your magnificent cock while I gaze into your eyes and smoke.”



As Tara took a deep drag of her cigar, inhaling the thick smoke into her lungs, she watched Sam lower himself onto the couch his huge turgid member standing tall and proud. Once he was lying down she slowly straddled him in the cowgirl position allowing the head of his cock to press against her wet pussy lips. With a slow exhale of smoke, she descended on to him, taking him inside her welcoming warmth inch by glorious inch. The sensation of his thick shaft stretching her pussy was unlike anything Darktara had experienced before. It was bigger than Bam and more flexible so it filled every contour of her pussy to perfection and unlike Bam, Sam’s cock was hot, it spread fire through her entire being.


Darktara's eyes widened in awe as she felt the incredible girth of Sam's cock stroking deeper, stretching her pussy beyond any limit she'd previously known. The sensation was an indescribable mix of pain and pleasure that left her reeling yet yearning for more. As she impaled herself on his massive shaft she reveled in the tightness and warmth that enveloped her as she felt her walls grip his cock with unyielding strength, each plunge sending waves of ecstasy coursing through Darktara’s body as if signaling some sort of primal victory, a testament to her ability to embrace her darkest desires and conquer the fears that once held her captive. With each passing moment, Darktara found herself sinking deeper into this world of depravity, relishing the wild freedom she felt and the power she wielded over Sam.


Darktara rode Sam’s cock in a frenzy as smoke plumed from her with each puff and bounce she had triumphantly taken all 12 inches of Sam's fat cock into her and she knew that nothing would ever be the same. With a mischievous grin, Tara leaned forward and gently blew a stream of delicious smoke into Sam's gasping mouth. Feeling the intensity of their union reaching its peak Darktara whispered hoarsely into Sam's ear, “Fill my pussy with your thick load of cum, babe,” and sat fully on Sam’s cock grinding him deep into her womb as she continued to encourage his orgasm, “Flood my cunt with your warm, sticky seed,” she urged him her hips bucking wildly against him as she sought to drive him over the edge.


The force of Sam's sudden release caught Darktara off guard sending jets of warm cum spurting deeply into the cavernous depths of her grasping pussy. As soon as she felt the hot blast of cum splash her cervix her pussy contracted on Sam’s cock with a vice-like grip. As Sam continued to pulse inside her, filling her with his potent essence Darktara’s mind splintered with a shattering series of orgasms, wave after wave of euphoria overtook her.


Darktara stayed perched on Sam savoring the aftershocks of their explosive coupling before slowly rising from his spent member. As she slid off him and straightened her clothes she glanced down at the evidence of their passion, damp stains on the couch, floor, and chair along with the lingering scent of sweat, sex, and smoke that filled the air.


While Tara finished adjusting her clothing she noticed Sam's hand reach out to brush a stray lock of hair from her face. His fingers lingered softly against her cheek, his gaze searching and uncertain. “Tara, you are incredible and not just at sex, can I see you again,” he asked tentatively, his voice barely above a whisper.


Tara hesitated for only a moment before nodding slowly, her heart racing in response to his question. “Yes,” she murmured feeling a strange mix of desire and trepidation wash over her, “But we need to be careful.”


Tara knew that rumors would spread fast in her small, rural, southern town. People might turn a blind eye to a wayward husband and his mistress, but tongues would wag about a wife stepping out on her husband. It would be even worse with some people if it was a white wife with a black man and worse still if anyone learned that the white husband encouraged his wife to take a black lover. Worst of all thought Tara, would be if Clara learned that she was fucking a big black stranger with her ***’s enthusiastic encouragement. The young girl had already shown signs of darkness within her and ******** her mother's hidden desires could lead to unforeseen consequences that Tara wasn't sure she could handle.


Gently, Tara pressed her lips against Sam's offering a warm and tender kiss that carried with it an unspoken promise of future pleasures. As their mouths parted she whispered into his ear, “I want to be a smoking hotwife slut for you Sam. I want to feel you inside me again and again but it must be a secret,” she paused briefly to allow her words to sink in before continuing, “However, there's one exception, Mark. He knows about us and he approves of our arrangement. So, you'll need to respect him and work with me to accommodate his desires.”


Seeing a note of alarm flash across Sam’s face Tara laughed and clarified, “No silly, he isn’t gay but I want to fuck you while he watches and takes pictures and videos. He will also want to hear every detail of our encounters from both of us,” with a final glance into Sam's earnest eyes, Tara added, “Remember sweetheart, we're playing with fire here. If anyone finds out especially Clara everything will turn to shit,” Sam smiled at Tara and gladly agreed to the terms.


As a reminder of their evening together, and in the hope that he could have another amazing encounter with Tara soon, Sam gave her a carton each of Virginia Slims and More 120s. He also gave her a box of elegant panatelas, an assortment of larger cigars, and the accessories she would need to properly store, cut, and light them.


Chapter 6: Homecoming


Mark heard Tara’s car pull into the driveway just after midnight. As she stepped from the car, he saw that her hair was disheveled and that she wore the unmistakable glow of a well-fucked woman, in her arms were a bundle of boxes and bags. Greeting her at the door with a tight hug and a tender kiss he could smell Sam's scent on her clothes and in her hair mixed with the lingering aroma of cigar smoke and the pungent tang of sex. Tara kissed Mark back with passion and with relief that he was still on board with her transformation.


Mark replaced Tara’s boxes and bags with a glass of brandy and a package of her Virginia Slims. She smiled in appreciation at his thoughtfulness and followed him into the bedroom so they could talk without worrying Clara would overhear.


After showering Tara put on a comfortable lace camisole and carefully selected a cigarette and brought it to life with a flick of her lighter. As the fragrant smoke curled around them she leaned forward and in a gush of smoke, told Mark every detail of her amazing evening with Sam. To illustrate the story she showed him a series of pictures that Sam had taken for Mark’s enjoyment. Tara with a big stogie in her mouth, Tara grasping Sam’s huge cock in both hands flashing her wedding ring and marveling at its size, Tara taking Sam deep into her smoky mouth, Tara covered in cum smoking her cigar, Tara’s face obscured by smoke as Sam licked her pussy, and Tara climaxing while she rode Sam’s cock exhaling thick plumes from her flared nostrils.


As Tara finished recounting the details of her affair with Sam, Mark's face was flushed with adrenaline and his eyes were wide with desire and he passed Tara a tiny black jewelry box. She opened it to reveal a dozen intricately molded charms all in the shape of an erect penis. Some were made of white ivory, but most were shaped from black ebony. Tara was touched by Mark’s thoughtfulness and attached a single black charm to her hotwife's anklet before closing the box, “But Mark,” she asked with a lopsided grin, “Why did you only buy 12?”


Mark gently kissed her and said softly, “Whoever you are, Tara,” he paused, “I love you.” Her reply was equally soft, sending shivers down his spine as she returned those three simple words.