Tara's Transformation

Tara's Transformation

This is the story of how Tara, a seemingly pure and innocent wife and mother, transforms to embrace and express her deepest and darkest desires. It will contain 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. If it does not interest you, then please find something different to enjoy.

Chapter 1: The Conversation

Tara was still a beautiful young woman, only 34 years old, but she already 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 she dearly loved her husband, Mark, and her daughter, Clara. However, after hiding her own dark desires for so long Tara knew that she needed to transform into her truest self, or she would be forever lost.

One night, after Clara went to bed, Tara asked Mark to join her on the couch. Tara took his hand and looked deeply into his gray eyes. In a shaky voice, nearly overwhelmed by nerves at what would happen next, she said, "Mark, we need to talk. We both know that 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 try to find, and become, my true self, and maybe even save our marriage."

Mark sighed with sadness and gratitude at Tara's words and her professed willingness, even now, to try to repair their faltering marriage. With a breaking heart, Mark said, "Tara, I think it's too late. You have been a wonderful wife and mother and I love you so much for that. But I have decided that I can no longer hide my desires, and I could never ask you to be the partner I need right now. I will always love you and Clara, and will continue to support you both, but I think it's best if I just find someone better suited to travel this path with me. I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I need to become the real me - no more pretending - and I hope that you also find a partner who can truly satisfy whoever it is that 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 true desires. As difficult as it was, Tara understood that they each needed to find their own way forward. The momentum of their past would just inhibit them. With tears in her eyes, Tara quietly nodded, "I understand, Mark. I wish you all the best on your journey."

Mark packed his things and left their home, hoping to find someone he could be happy with. And he hoped that Tara would find happiness too with a man who was as healthy and normal as her.

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 for 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 washing over her. This chapter of her life was closing, and she knew it was time to embrace the new one awaiting her. With determination in her heart, Tara lit the cigarette, took a deep drag, and whispered to herself, "Now, where do I begin?"

In the days that followed, Tara tried to maintain her usual routine and respectable appearance. She did her tasks and chores, and parented Clara though, at 18, she was rarely home. But each night she would lock herself in her bedroom with a bottle of brandy, packs of Virginia Slims and More 120 cigarettes, and her laptop. Mark's words and sudden departure still stung, but she was resolved to explore her secret dark desires, and did so through the fog of alcohol, and the 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 she never missed an opportunity to flirt with him.

Tara felt the flames of anger. It was not that Mark was on a date - she had granted him that in exchange for her own freedom. But she couldn't believe that Karen would betray her like that. Tara pulled out a pack of Virginia Slims cigarettes and removed one of the long, white, cylinders from its pretty package. She placed it between her pretty lips, lit it up, and took a satisfying drag, inhaling pure confidence. It was time to show Mark, Karen, and everyone else that she could not be trifled with.

With a set jaw, 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, smiling, smoking, holding hands, 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 close to Mark's ear, making sure he could hear every word.

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 tonight, but I have something to show you later." She gave him a mischievous smile before turning around and striding away, hips swaying seductively, trailing 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 she didn't want to let him go. He was just the type of guy she liked to party with, and she 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 but, while he tried to enjoy Karen's company as if nothing significant had happened, he was preoccupied with Tara's bold confrontation, and at her smoking a cigarette. And what on earth did she want to show him later?

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

Tara arrived home, her heart still racing from the confrontation at the bar. She slipped off her jacket and kicked off her shoes, feeling the weight of her decision to become her true self begin to settle in. Tara went to her bedroom, poured herself a large glass of brandy and lit a long and elegant Virginia Slims cigarette. With each sip of her drink, and inhale of smoke, her nerves settled, and her resolve strengthened. There was no way in hell that her backstabbing friend would take Mark from her!

Tara now understood that both she and Mark had secret, dark, desires that had been repressed for the entirety of their marriage. Perhaps if Mark realized that she was not just the sweet and innocent wife that he had known, then they could enjoy 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 right now. She wondered if he was having steamy sex with Karen, lost in his own world of passion. A wave of jealousy washed over her, but she quickly pushed it aside. This was her chance to finally live the life she desired - to fully 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. However good it felt, 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 exactly what needed to happen next. It was time to show Mark who she really was, and how much further she wanted her transformation to take her.

With growing excitement and anticipation, Tara slipped into the sexy latex outfit that Mark had gifted her years ago, but which had gathered dust for ages. She then strapped on the heels that Mark had given her for their honeymoon, but which she had never worn since. Tara admired the confident stranger looking back at her from the mirror, dressed in a shiny red and black latex corset, long black gloves and leggings, 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. Tara dangled it from her seductive lips and took a selfie. Without hesitating, she texted the picture to Mark, with the message, "Remember what I said? Come see my dark desires."

Mark heard the "ping" of Tara's text and opened the message. What he saw shocked and lured him, and filled him with a deep longing to return home to Tara. He told Karen that there was an emergency with his daughter and that he needed to make sure she was okay. Karen suspected that this was a lie, and that he was really going to see Tara. She felt a pang of jealousy and, in a little girl voice, pleaded for Mark to stay with her. 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, indicating that Mark had read her message. She couldn't help but smile to herself as 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 and enter their house. Tara's heart raced in her chest as she waited for Mark to find her in the bedroom, dressed in latex and seductively smoking.

Mark followed the surprising smell of smoke and saw Tara reclined on the bed, in her latex, smoking a fresh Virginia Slim cigarette. Her eyes shone with fiery passion, and 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. He sputtered, "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 through the room. "Sweet and pure? Is that what you think I really am?" She arched an eyebrow, challenging him with her gaze. "I've been holding back, yes, but not because I'm afraid of the dark." She stood up from the bed, and stepped up 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, and from me. But now...now I want you to see every dark corner of my mind. I want you to see who I truly am."

Mark hesitated, unsure what to do. Should he run back to Karen's easy smile and open legs, or stay to see what Tara, his wife, wanted to reveal to him? Mindful that Tara was more than tipsy, Mark said to her, "Tara, honey, please don't do anything you don't want to do, just 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 to him, "You have no idea how corrupt I already 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 really want this? You have no idea about the darkness inside me, and my need to share it with someone just as kinky."

"Yes, Mark," Tara said, "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 was intoxicating. Their lips came together in a tender kiss, filled with equal measures of relief, excitement, and optimism. As they embraced, Tara could feel the heat radiating between them, igniting an inferno that threatened to consume her.

Tara then pulled away from Mark, her breath ragged and her heart pounding in her chest. She reached for another cigarette, lighting it with trembling hands, so that the smoke gave her some distance from Mark. Tara said softly, between extravagant nose exhales, "Come home, honey. If we can honestly share our true selves, then I think we could go on a really wild ride."

Mark took in this ravishing scene, like his deepest fantasies coming to life, but he looked at Tara with uncertainty and doubt, and tenderly said, "Tara, it took all my strength to decide 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, let a ball of thick white smoke emerge from her mouth, and then snapped it deep into her lungs. She held the smoke in herself for a moment before exhaling twin jets from her nostrils. "I appreciate your honesty, Mark. My heart ached at the thought of losing you completely, 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 the couple, and Tara felt her eyes well up with tears.

Mark took Tara into his warm embrace again and said to her, "Honey, please don't cry. It seems like we have each kept our secrets far too long. Maybe if we shared our deepest darkest thoughts, in total honesty, we would learn that we both want the same things."

Tara, nodded, "Perhaps." The significance of this moment was clear to them both. It was a crucial turning point. Could they really trust each other enough to share their darkest desires? Would the other hear these secrets with thrill and excitement, or 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 into this unknown territory. Finally, Tara broke the silence. "Mark," she began, 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 it all. It is our only possible path forward together."

Mark fixed Tara with his gaze and said, "Ok, Tara, let's take turns sharing our deepest, darkest, desires. You go first."

Chapter 4: Dark Desires

Mark's steady gaze bore into Tara, his expression unwavering. She could see the determination in his eyes, a silent promise that he would meet her vulnerability with his own. Nervously, Tara took a deep breath and began, "Alright, Mark. Here's something I've never told you..." As she spoke, her voice trembled with emotion, revealing the depth of her anxiety about sharing this part of herself.

Mark saw Tara's hesitation, and her fear that he would judge her harshly. "Please, Tara, it's ok, just tell me honestly."

As Mark's soothing words washed over Tara, she found the courage to continue. "After you left our home, I drank a lot and smoked up a storm. I wanted to begin my own new life of crazy adventures but didn't know where to start. So, I went online to explore things that I might enjoy." Tara's words drifted off for a moment, 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 had their own dark desires and it made me feel less alone. I think that maybe I sort of passed out from the booze, but the next day several large packages arrived, and I saw what I must have purchased. When I opened the packages it was like looking into my own depraved soul."

Tara then brought two boxes out from under the bed. She opened the first box to reveal an assortment of bondage gear: a riding crop; a flogger; a whip; handcuffs; restraints; a ball-gag; ropes; nipple clamps, and so much more.

Tara looked at Mark to gauge his reaction. He took Tara's trembling hands and sincerely thanked her for opening the box for him to see. He said, "I had no idea." After a brief pause, he continued, "Sweety, if you are into kinky play then I would love to explore that with you."

Mark raised an eyebrow at the second box, encouraging Tara to show him what it hid. 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 she opened her eyes again, and looked at Mark.

Tara opened the second box. Mark saw an array of items from an adult store. There was a small purple dildo, a medium flesh-toned one, 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 further into the box, Mark saw a powerful vibrator, a large bottle of lube, and a box of XXXL condoms.

Mark turned to Tara with a grin on his face and excitement in his eyes, "Have you used these yet?"

Tara shook her head and said, honestly, "Not yet, but I sure want to!"

"Sweetheart," Mark said, "You have no idea how much of a pleasant surprise this is for me, but now it's my turn to tell you a dark secret." Mark continued, "It is not only that I am ‘attracted' to women who smoke. It is actually the only thing that makes me fully aroused. I tried to fight it, but I can only be happy in a relationship with a truly committed smoker. That's why I went to Karen. She understands my smoking fetish and is happy to satisfy even my dirtiest fantasies."

Hearing Mark's confession, Tara felt a wave of emotions wash over her. Her pulse quickened as she listened 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. "Baby, I don't think smoking will be a problem for me. It has become essential to who I truly am, and whenever I possibly 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!"

Waves 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 to Tara, "It's your turn again. 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 to speak dark truths. But we need to be specific and clear about our desires and fantasies. Please trust me enough to tell me exactly what you long for."

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 and said, "I can see your love for latex, Tara. If that reflects who you truly are then I would be happy. With a smirk, he added, "I can see you dressed in latex, smoking, and playing dominatrix in a dungeon!"

Grinning at Mark's enthusiasm, Tara nodded in agreement, "Yes." With her own excitement building, she said, "A latex-clad dominatrix, smoking and commanding you in my dungeon. That vision excites me too."

Mark then said, "It's my turn again, Tara. 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 whether he could truly share this dark desire with his wife. Tara met his gaze and gave a slight nod of encouragement.

Mark hesitated; his eyes clouded with uncertainty. Taking a deep breath, he gathered his courage and looked into her eyes. "Tara," he began, his voice wavering slightly. The tension in the room grew palpable as the couple both waited for Mark to reveal his next desire. Mark started again to explain, haltingly, "Tara, you might find my next fantasy disgusting. If so, I will understand. And don't pretend to embrace it just for me..."

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

Mark blushed in shame and then gathered his nerve to speak. "I can't really say why or when this fantasy took root in my mind, but it is now a central part of me. I can't shake it. I think about it all the time." Mark paused, then added, "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. As he sought permission to use foul language, she nodded reassuringly, "Of course, Mark. I want you to share everything with me however you want to do it." 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 want a woman who will stretch herself whenever she is alone and who will find ways to stretch herself even when she is in public. 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 and said, "I'm sorry, Tara, I knew that this would be too much for you, which is why I never dared 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 completely." 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 own dark desires. Even without your confession I also want to feel my pussy stretched out and used. Why else do you think I got that giant black Bam 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 really enjoy, and not merely endure?"

Tara took a deep breath, contemplating Mark's question. She glanced down at her hands, feeling the weight of his expectations pressing against her chest. Slowly, she raised her gaze to meet his, her eyes reflecting a mix of determination and uncertainty. "Yes, Mark," she whispered softly, "I'll try. In fact, it might be necessary before I can live out one of my own dark desires." The words hung in the air as Tara watched him exhale slowly, relief washing over his features.

Mark broke into an excited grin, "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. 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, Tara, tell me another of your deepest, darkest desires."

Tara's cheeks flushed in embarrassment. Could she really say this to her husband? 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." She paused, watching him lean forward in anticipation. "Sometimes...sometimes I imagine having multiple sexual partners," she admitted quietly, feeling heat rush to her cheeks as she uttered the words.

Mark was still thinking about his own 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 Tara what these ‘multiple sexual partners' would be to her - strangers, boyfriends, bulls?"

Tara furrowed her brow and explained that she had always yearned to be taken simultaneously by multiple men. To be the sole focus of their attention. To have all of her holes filled at once. Tara lit a cigarette and watched for Mark's response. Would he call her a slut, or throw her out of the house? Would he try to take Clara away from her?

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

Tara's eyes watered and she said, with regret, "I'm sorry, Mark, 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, Tara, 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 of Mark's words. "Alright," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Let's take this journey together." With that, 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, "Oh, Sweety, 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 it slowly. She watched as it danced in the dim light, casting intricate patterns against the walls. She stepped closer to Mark, positioning herself between his legs. Leaning forward, she carefully blew a stream of smoke onto his hardening cock, watching with satisfaction as it twitched under her touch. A devilish grin spread across her lips as she spoke, "Oh, Mark, I have so many dark desires that I yearn to explore." She paused, allowing the anticipation to build before continuing.

Tara's eyes locked onto Mark's, reflecting the intensity of their shared passion and excitement. 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. Tara then extracted Mark's cock from her mouth, looked him straight in the eyes, and whispered, "Oh, Mark, 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 climaxed and shot a huge stream of hot cum onto Tara's face and cigarette. "Tara, you have blown me away. Just 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 together 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 from her cigarette, absorbing the creamy smoke into her body before exhaling it in a whisper, "Let's do it, Mark." With a wink and an eyeroll, 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 she should stretch her pussy. He had clearly given it a lot of thought. "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 more each day with anything you want, using your vibrator on your clit. You need to have at least three orgasms before I get home at night. 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 own lingering aroma of tobacco, creating a heady mixture that filled her senses. With a wink, Mark said loudly, in front of Clara, "Tara, I need to go to work now. Don't forget your Stretching Exercises today - 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 securely. The sudden stillness of the house enveloped her, amplifying the sense of freedom and liberation that coursed through her veins. Without wasting any time, she took her laptop to her bedroom and sat on the bed, her fingers hovering over the keyboard as she contemplated which video to watch first. As she navigated through the adult websites to find inspiration, her mind raced with excitement and possibilities.

Tara clicked on a videoclip that caught her eye, her heart thudding in her chest as she waited for the clip to load. The scene unfolding before her was both tantalizing and shocking, stirring 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 quickened as she watched the woman on-screen, her eyes widening when she inserted a large black dildo into her pussy. Tara's own body reacted instinctively, her clit throbbing in response to the explicit content. She reached down, rubbing it gently, enjoying the sensation as it sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. As Tara continued watching, she became lost in the world displayed on the computer screen, eager to embark on this new journey of self-discovery.

Tara reached for a Virginia Slim cigarette, then stopped herself. No, dedicated pussy gaping called for a naughtier, darker, taboo, cigarette. She extracted a long 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, and she felt a desperate need to start her Stretching Exercises.

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, both wanted her to have.

Tara took a large swig of brandy, feeling it's burn light a fire in her belly, then spread throughout her entire body. She lit a More 120 cigarette and let it dangle between her lips.

Tara began the stretching process, gently introducing the smallest, purple, 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, marvelling 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 to herself.

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. She watched 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 today, 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. She knew where her second daily 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. Tara gasped at the intrusion. She saw that her lips had become a tight white ring around the dildo. She could not imagine ever being more stretched but knew that she needed to continue her Stretching Exercises to change her pussy into a proper cunt. How could any woman take such a large penis? Well, if they could, so would she.

Tara began to move the large rubber cock deeper and deeper into her body. She stopped for a moment to catch her breath and add more lube. Then she resumed her Stretching Exercises, building towards her second daily orgasm, driven by her own 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, saying, "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 a 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 Mark, so far so good. Two cums down and one to go. Can't wait to show you my progress tonight!" Tara added some emojis of her own to the text: a cigarette, two eggplants, and two squirts.

Mark heard the "ping" that 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 daily 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, as thick as a beer can, and dark brown. The packaging said it was sculpted from the real cock of "Bam," a famous black porn star. Could Bam be the answer for her third cum of the day?

Tara placed the huge head of the Bam dildo against her open pussy and gave it a push. 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, still to no avail.

With a final desperate effort Tara tried to take the huge black dong by sheer force. She used its suction cup to attach it to the floor and then mounted it. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath of smoke from her dangling More, and then sat down - hard. White hot pain shot through her pussy lips and she knew that this task was impossible for her. But then, she thought, this was just her first day. Mark was right, she needed to work at this gradually. She dreamed of the day when this massive rod would split her open, preparing her for the real thing.

Tara still needed to have her third daily orgasm and wondered how to do it. Tara's 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. Tara 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, Tara rode the bottle to her final daily climax.

Completely spent, Tara sent another text to Mark. It was 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 quick glance, excused himself from his business meeting. He went to a bathroom stall and, looking at Tara's sexy message and picture, beat off and shot his cum into the toilet.

Later that night, after Clara went to her room for the night, Mark and Tara cuddled in bed. Mark cupped her large, pendulous, breasts and asked how her first Stretching Exercises went.

A Mark fondled Tara's tits, she responded to his touch. Her nipples hardened and her pussy moistened. She felt the unfamiliar combination of lightness, hope, and fluttering-heart excitement. Tara turned to whisper into his ear, "It was...Fuck...ing... Amazing!"

Tara then told Mark about her stretching progress. He insisted on hearing every detail, however minute, and she was happy to comply. She was pleased to report that she had three orgasms on three different objects, and that she had really tried to fit Bam inside her pussy, but without success. She said that she would work hard to get bigger every day. Her voice held a hint of excitement as she awaited Mark's response.

He said, "I am proud of you, Tara, you took an eight-inch dildo all the way, breaking the 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 acceptance and encouragement. She couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at his words. "Thank you, Mark," she whispered softly, her cheeks flushing with color.

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

For her second daily orgasm, Tara used various vegetables. She especially loved the way the purple Japanese eggplants felt inside her - hard and thick, but with a sponginess that felt amazing when they rubbed her G-spot and she clenched them with the walls of her contracting 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 inside. 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 this training Tara also 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 and cans; veggies; even fists, but she had discovered other interests too. Watching severe women dominate men, while smoking and wearing latex, stoked her dark desires. She became obsessed by the thought of getting piercings, tattoos or body modifications to better reflect her true self. But mostly, while 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. In this way she learned so many things that resonated with her: double and triple penetrations; anal sex; cream pies; bukkake; and a myriad of other kinky perversions.

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

One night, Tara sighed, glancing down at the floor. "Bam continues to elude me," she admitted, her voice tinged with frustration. "It is close, but no cigar!" she said, laughing at her own joke.

"Would you like me to help you try to take Bam, Honey?" Mark asked with a grin.

Tara hesitated for a moment, her heart racing at the thought of attempting to take the massive Bam dildo with Mark's help. Finally, she nodded, steeling herself for the challenge ahead.

Mark told Tara that she would first need to completely relax. He poured her a big glass of brandy and passed her a pack of More 120 cigarettes to smoke. He then massaged Tara's neck, shoulders, and breasts.

As Mark's fingers worked wonders on her, Tara felt her body slowly surrender. She took a deep breath, then enjoyed some brandy and a cigarette. Those twin vices calmed her. Tara could feel herself letting go of her stress, and becoming energized and truly alive, closer to her truer self.

Mark continued his massage and told Tara to embrace a fantasy to get her ready for sex. He told her to imagine that his friend Sam, the handsome black owner of a cigar shop, had invited her to his home for a nightcap.

Tara closed her eyes, allowing the fantasy to envelop her. She pictured Sam, his warm smile and captivating gaze, inviting her into his cozy living room. As she inhaled the aromatic smoke from her cigarette, she could almost taste the fine cognac that Sam would offer her. The image of Sam's strong arms guiding her onto a plush couch filled her mind, and she felt a wave of anticipation wash over her.

Mark whispered for Tara to imagine Sam's hands rubbing her breasts while he gave her a deep French kiss. Tara's 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.

Mark whispered for Tara to imagine Sam slipping his hands under her skirt to find the wetness of her pussy. Tara's mind raced as she imagined Sam's fingers gently parting her lower lips, discovering here wet hole. She could feel the warmth spreading throughout her body, fueled by the brandy and the enticing fantasy. As Mark continued to massage her, Tara moaned softly, lost in her own inner world.

Mark continued to massage Tara and asked her to imagine Sam telling her how beautiful she was, and how badly he needed to make love to her. A shiver ran down Tara's spine as she heard Sam's voice in her mind, praising her beauty and expressing his desire. She could feel the electricity coursing through her veins, igniting a fire within her core.

Mark whispered for Tara to imagine herself smiling at Sam and then asking him to take her with his big black cock. Tara's heart pounded in her chest as she imagined herself responding so boldly to Sam's advances. She could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, a testament to the passion that consumed her. With a sultry grin, Tara pictured herself inviting Sam to fulfill their mutual desire.

Mark whispered for Tara to imagine taking Sam's cock out of his pants, kissing it, and then pleading for him to fuck her long and hard with his huge member. 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, her heart raced in anticipation. Kissing the hard length of him, Tara pleaded silently for him to fill her...

Mark positioned Bam at the entrance of Tara's soaking 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 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, Tara moaned softly, imagining herself surrendering to Sam's powerful thrusts.

Mark gently pushed Bam against Tara's entrance, but it 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 inside. With each imagined thrust of Sam's cock, 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 still it would not enter her hot hole. Mark told Tara to beg Sam to, "fuck my cunt with your huge black cock - stretch me like never before!" Tara's muscles tensed as Mark applied more force, her pussy struggling to accommodate Bam. The scent of sweat and desire filled the room. Tara could almost feel Sam's powerful grip on her hips, guiding 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.

Mark pushed harder still, setting Tara's pussy aflame with burning desire. It was so close! Then, with a lusty impulse, Tara put her hands over Mark's and, together, 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 so hard, when her pussy finally opened half of the giant dildo instantly slammed into Tara's pussy, making her gasp.

Then Tara convulsed in orgasm around Bam. Her pussy spasmed and rapidly clenched the big cock. Tara had visions of Sam thrusting powerfully in and out of her hungry cunt while Mark watched and filmed the encounter. With an explosion of stars, Tara experienced multiple orgasms and knew that she would need to make this dream a reality.

Tara fell back on the bed, totally spent, but completely content. "We did it, Mark, 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 in with Tara to gauge her thoughts. "Tara, he said, "I have never been happier with who you are, and with our life together. You have already undergone an incredible transformation and I know that your journey is just beginning. But are you certain that you want to take this fantasy into the real world? Are you ready to start dating again, and become a true hotwife, with a big 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 as she considered Mark's question. At last, she said, tenderly, "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."

Mark considered Tara's wish for a moment and then told her that the next day she should only have two daily orgasms during her Stretching Exercises. She should then go see Sam at his cigar shop, perhaps to take her third orgasm there.

With a cheek-hollowing drag, Tara inhaled more of long brown cigarette, the warmth of the smoke filling her lungs and spreading throughout her body. With a cheeky smirk, Tara leaned towards Mark and said, smoke billowing from her mouth into his face, "Oh, baby, tomorrow can't come soon enough!"

Mark replied with a loving, "Sweet dreams, dark Tara."

Those last two words played in her head, "dark Tara...darkTara...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 and absently reached for her cigarettes. She paused for a moment, deciding that from now on, "Tara" would smoke the all-white, elegant, lady-like Virginia Slim 120s, while "Darktara" would smoke the naughtier, brown, More 120s. Today she wanted to be Darktara.

With an aggressive inhale, Tara lit a More cigarette. She breathed in the smoke and let it fill her. She didn't really 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 do whatever else they got up to.

Tara took a deep drag and exhaled her smoke around the head of Bam, the formidable dildo that had challenged her for so long, but which she had finally vanquished last night. She hoped that all her stretching would be needed when she took Sam. She gradually pushed Bam into her pussy, stretching it obscenely wide. Tara dangled her More while Bam stuffed her pussy - no, her cunt. She began moving Bam in and out with greater intensity, pleased to see that she could absorb eight inches of the girthy black dong. Surely that would be enough for her to take Sam's cock. Soon, Tara was gripping the thrusting dildo with her rapidly pulsing pussy. Her second orgasm crashed around her, sending 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, live, big black cock feel better inside her than the toys, veggies, and bottles she had grown to love? "At least," she thought, licking her lips, "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 that flattered and accentuated her voluptuous figure. It had a deep V-neckline that exposed just enough cleavage, and a thigh-high slit that promised seduction. Under it, she chose a lacy red 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 stud earrings that perfectly complemented her outfit. As a final touch, she slid a thick silver bracelet up her wrist, its many charms jangling softly as she moved.

At last, Tara stood in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection. 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. Grabbing her black leather jacket, Tara strode into her uncertain future with confidence and determination.

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

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 on 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 even recognize him? Would he know her at all?"

Sam noticed Tara looking lost and approached her. In a resonant baritone voice, the tall and handsome black man smiled warmly at Tara and extended his large hand to her, "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, and composing herself, Tara smiled back at Sam and said, "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 as he replied, "Of course, Tara, Mark's my buddy and I'd do anything I can to help his ravishing wife." Sam paused, 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 of the pure and sporty type." Tara winked and told Sam that, like most people, she had vices that were 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?" he asked.

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

Sam chuckled softly, intrigued by Tara's choice of word. He replied, "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 just have to try some different types and sizes to discover what you enjoy most.

Tara's interest piqued; she turned toward Sam with a glint in her eye. "Sam, I have never had a cigar before. 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 he played it straight. "For a beginner like yourself," he began, reaching 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 flavour profile.

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

"Holy hell, she's totally hitting on me!" thought Sam, "Mark's fucking hot wife Tara!" 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 blossom. 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 like he was an idiot, unaware 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, and 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 hers, his voice low and measured. "To me, Tara, a woman who enjoys smoking a fine cigar is a woman who knows how to seek and find her pleasure."

Tara looked again at Sam. She saw a well-dressed handsome man, perhaps 40, with a winning smile and a strong jaw. She saw a fit and muscular black man who towered over her with an easy grace. She saw a man with smouldering dark eyes that seemed to peer into her very soul, and which enflamed her desires. She saw the man who her husband encouraged her to seduce. She saw 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 Tara's mind.

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

After a pregnant pause that seemed to stretch on forever, Sam took Tara's hands in his, gently shook his head, and said, "Tara, I know what you are really saying, and I am flattered. And it would be my dream come true to be with a beautiful woman like you. But Mark's my buddy and I just 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 smouldering kiss, "But Sam, don't you see, it was Mark who sent me to you today. 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, pulled out his phone, and walked to the back of the shop to make a call.

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 cigars that permeated the air, her mind whirling with the intoxicating blend of desire and uncertainty.

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

Mark laughed and told Sam that was all true. "Tara wanted to become a hotwife and was 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 man, this is what Tara really wants and I would rather be helpful than try to stand in her way. And at least if it's you I can trust your discretion, and we can drink and play poker after you fuck her," Mark laughed with a wink in his voice.

Mark continued, "I think you will both enjoy fantastic sex together. Tara wants to try something bigger, and blacker, 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' my wife."

Sam looked around and saw that the shop was empty of other customers. 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 up and down his powerful thigh. She felt his massive cock throb against her, and rubbed it through the fabric of his pants, feeling it grow even bigger, even harder.

Sam, slack-jawed and practically panting, broke away from Tara and told her that 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 cigar lounge at the back of the shop. Sam told her to make herself comfortable until he could join her. Tara squeezed Sam's cock hard and, her voice husky with lust, told him not to keep her waiting too long.

While Sam served his customers, Tara explored the shop, marvelling 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 and, at Darktara's insistence, selected a More 120 instead. She lit the cigarette and heard its brown wrapper crackle as she filled her lungs with precious smoke. With each exchange of smoke and air, Tara's breathing got shallower in anticipation of her impending encounter with Sam.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, 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 watched her intently from across the shop. Meeting his gaze, she mimicked the act of deep throating the large cylinder. Tara then teased the stunned Sam by pretending to fuck her pussy with the big cigar.

With a wink and a tiny wave, Tara went to the private cigar lounge, poured herself a stiff cognac, and studied the elegant panatela that Sam had given to her earlier. With deliberate care, she struck a long cedar match and ignited the tip of her first cigar, puffing 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 that it made.

Tara leisurely puffed on the cigar and watched her 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. With the word, "wife," her mind drifted to thoughts of 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 then leaned back in the leather armchair, her elegant panatela cigar in her mouth, and took a selfie. Tara texted the picture to Mark along with the message, "Next time you see this pussy the cigar will have changed into a huge, real, black, cock." Tara added three cigar emojis, an eggplant emoji with three exclamation points, followed by a peach and 10 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 to Tara, "Enjoy your first big black cock, Tara! Let yourself go wild tonight. I can't wait to hear all about your adventure when you come home." 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 at 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 enclosed, hand-written, note. It read, simply, "I love you Tara, and all of your dark desires. Let there be no more secrets between us."

Tara recomposed her clothing, puffed on her panatela, and donned the anklet and choker as constant reminders 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.

Sam entered the lounge and 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 heat and smelled an intoxicating earthy musk. Tara deftly released Sam's cock from its tight imprisonment. Her eyes widened when she saw the monster that had 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.

Tara took hold of Sam's cock in both hands, its sheer size dwarfing her own 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. With firm resolve, she began to take him deeper still.

Sam watched in awe as Tara bobbed her head up and down on his cock, swallowing more of it each time. Slowly, inexorably, she eased it all into her throat, and licked his swollen balls.

Sam, suddenly overtaken by Tara's deep throat, let out a guttural growl and unloaded his thick cum into Tara's mouth and throat. After milking his thick cock with the muscles of her esophagus, she drew back and grinned, her bright green eyes sparkling with lust. 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 then showed Sam the huge pool of cum in her mouth and swallowed the entire load in a single gulp. She proved it to Sam by sticking out her tongue and showing him that her mouth was now empty. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, she held out her hand and 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 Tara's hand and mouth. Its flavour was bold and earthy, with an underlying hint of spice and fragrant leather. She exhaled a magnificent plume of thick, creamy smoke, and knew that from this day forward she would be an avid cigar aficionado.

Tara thrilled in anticipation of the pleasures that her new life would bring. She positioned herself gracefully in the leather chair and draped each leg over an arm, spreading her pussy wide open. Her inflamed inner lips throbbed with anticipation, commanding Sam's gaze.

With a sultry smile, Tara closed her eyes and once again brought the long, thick, dark cigar to her lips. She sucked hungrily on the majestic tube and savored 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. Tara continued to puff on the cigar, relishing the sensation and the intoxicating aroma wafting through the air. The smoke swirled elegantly from her red lips, forming mesmerizing whirls as it rose above her.

With a desperate need, Tara asked Sam to lean in closer. "Come here, boy," she whispered seductively, 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, and he tasted her moist folds, and smelled the sweet blend of her arousal and the wafting cigar smoke. Sam felt his dick swell again.

Tara groaned softly; the sound muffled by the cigar still clenched between her teeth. "Please, Sam, harder," she demanded, 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 Tara remained engulfed in the blissful sensations brought forth by 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, Tara's breath caught, and 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. Finally, she collapsed back onto the bed, spent but satisfied.

Panting heavily, Tara 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 then let it escape with each pulsing heartbeat from her nostrils and open mouth.

Tara's 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 any longer, Tara pleaded with him, "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 eyes with Tara. He gave a slight smirk and nod and Tara braced herself for the impending penetration. With a slow but steady thrust, 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 previous experiences with Bam seemed insignificant compared to the sheer girth now filling her pussy and forever altering her body and mind.

Yet despite the initial shock, Tara couldn't help but feel a thrill course 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 just 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, almost drawing him into her with her ravenous 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, for now this was everything she needed.

Tara, panting, pulled away from Sam and relit her big cigar, lodging it firmly in her mouth. Between puffs, she directed Sam to lay back on a leather sofa, with 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 cowgirl position, allowing the head of his cock to press against her wet pussy lips. With a slow exhale of smoke, she began to descend upon him, taking him inside her welcoming warmth inch by glorious inch. The sensation of his thick shaft stretching her pussy was unlike anything Tara had experienced before. It was bigger than Bam, but 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.

Tara's eyes widened in awe as she felt the incredible girth of Sam's cock stroking deeper, stretching her gaping pussy hole beyond any limit she'd previously known. The sensation was indescribable - a mix of pain and pleasure that left her reeling yet yearning for more. As she impaled herself on his massive shaft, riding it hard, she reveled in the tightness and warmth that enveloped him, feeling the walls of her pussy gripping his cock with unyielding strength.

Each plunge sent waves of ecstasy coursing through Tara'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, Tara found herself sinking deeper into this world of depravity, relishing the wild freedom she felt, and the power she wielded over Sam.

Tara rode Sam's cock in a frenzy, smoke pushed from her puffing mouth with each bounce. And as Tara triumphantly took all 12 inches of Sam's fat cock into her now-gaping cunt-hole, she knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

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, Tara whispered hoarsely into Sam's ear, "Fill my pussy with your thick load of cum, baby." Tara sat fully on Sam's cock, grinding him deep into her womb, and continued to encourage his orgasm, "Flood my cunt with your warm, sticky seed," she urged him on, her hips bucking wildly against him as she sought to drive him over the edge.

The force of Sam's sudden release caught Tara off guard, sending jets of warm cum spurting deeply into the cavernous depths of her grasping pussy. As soon as Tara 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, Tara's mind splintered with a shattering series of orgasms. Wave after wave of euphoria overtook her.

Tara stayed perched on Sam for a moment longer, 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 - the damp stains on the couch, the floor and the chair, and 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? I think Mark won't mind," he asked tentatively, his voice barely above a whisper. Tara hesitated for only a moment before nodding slowly, her own 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 rumours 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 dad's enthusiastic encouragement. The young girl had already shown signs of darkness within her, and exposing 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 softly into his ear, "A 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 strict 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 own 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, both from you and from me." 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 she set.

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 the 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.

Mark greeted Tara 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 not a little 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 freely, without worrying about Clara overhearing.

After changing into a comfortable lace camisole, Tara 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. 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 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.