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.