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.