Smoke and Seduction: sensual end-of-day stroking

“Smoke & Seduction: Sensual End-of-Day Strokes”

As the day winds down and the sun begins its lazy descent past the horizon, a couple finds solace in each other’s embrace. The man, let’s call him Jack, sits comfortably on the plush sofa, his tie loosened and top button undone. His wife, Jill, saunters into the room, her hips swaying sensually with each step. She holds a lit cigarette between her delicate fingers, the smoke curling lazy rings in the fading light.

Jill takes a slow, deep drag, her eyes never leaving Jack’s gaze. She exhales through her nose, a sultry smoke tendril snaking from her nostrils. “Rough day, honey?” she purrs, her voice dripping with concern and a hint of mischief.

Jack nods, his eyes following the smoke’s wispy dance. “You know it, babe. These meetings never end,” he sighs, leaning back into the cushions.

Jill smiles, her red lips parting to reveal a glimpse of her tongues before she takes another drag. She walks over to Jack, and without a word, kneels between his legs. She places a hand on his thigh, slowly sliding it upwards, feeling the fabric of his slacks.

As the cigarette glows between her fingers, Jill begins to feel his growing anticipation. Without much prompting, she situates herself, her face mere inches from Jack’s crotch, and takes another puff, blowing the smoke directly onto his now hardening bulge. Her handBrushes against it, feeling the rigid length straining against the fabric.

“How about we forget about work and let me take care of you?” she suggests, her voice low and husky with promise. Jack’s head falls back, eyes closing, as he mumbles a languid, “Mmmhmm…”

Jill’s other hand unfastens his belt and pants, giving way for his flaccid manhood to spring free. She takes a final drag before putting out the cigarette in a nearby ashtray. Her eyes caress his length, admiring the tiny veins pulsing against his silky skin. Leaning in, she plants a soft, chaste kiss on the head, feeling him twitch against her lips.

Grasping the base, Jill runs her tongue along the underside, slowly dragging it up to the tip. She circles her tongue around the head, tasting the salty pre-cum gatherIng. She takes him into her mouth, her full lips wrapped tightly around his shaft as she begins to suck. Slowly, she bobs her head, taking him deeper each time.

Her hand reaches down to feel his testicles, gently massaging them as she picks up the pace. Jack moans, his hips twitching, hungry for more. Jill releases him from her mouth with a pop, a strand of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening cock. She pumps him with both her hands now, twisting her grip slightly as she strokes him.

Jack’s hands find their way into Jill’s hair, guiding her as she falls into a rhythm. The wet, slurping sounds of her mouth fill the room, mingling with his grunts and moans of pleasure. Jill looks up at him, her eyes hooded and dark with arousal, sending a shiver down his spine.

Jack roughens his grip, tugging her hair as he directs her movements. Jill lets out a muffled moan around his cock, spurring Jack to pump harder into her mouth. Their syncopated movements become more urgent, more desperate. Jack’s thighs tense, every muscle in his body coiling tightly.

Jill takes one last drag from her cigarette, holding it as she takes him deep, the smoke trailing from her nose and surrounding his cock in a smoky, arousing haze. “Ah fuck…I’m close,” Jack gasps, his grip tightening in her hair.

Jill pulls back, her lips less than an inch from his tip. She takes another drag, her hand stroking him firmly. “Let go,” she whispers, an order rather than a request. “Come for me, baby.”

With a deep, guttural groan, Jack’s hips jerk as thick ropes of cum spurt from his cock. Jill strokes him through his orgasm, milking him for every last drop as she holds the cigarette in front of his sensitive head, the smoke swirling around his spent member.

As Jack slowly comes down from his high, Jill sits back on her heels, taking another drag. She looks up at him through her lashes, a smug smile playing on her lips. “Feel better, honey?” She strokes his softening cock gently, a final, loving caress.

Jack nods, a blissful grin plastered on his face. He reaches down to pull Jill up, wrapping his arms around her. “Where’d a girl like you learn to do that?” he chuckles, still breathless.

“Just something I picked up,” Jill laughs, leaning into his embrace. “I figured this would be a good way to de-stress after a long day.”

“Well, I certainly can’t complain,” Jack mumbles, burying his face in her neck. They stay entwined for a while, basking in the afterglow of their impromptu sensual session.

As the sun finally sets, casting the room in a warm, amber glow, Jill releases herself from Jack’s arms and stands up. She leans down to give him a deep, passionate kiss, the taste of smoke and cum lingering on her lips. “I’ll be right back, baby. Don’t go anywhere,” she purrs, giving his still-sensitive cock a gentle squeeze before sashaying out of the room.

Jack leans back into the cushions, a contented sigh escaping his lips. He stares at the ceiling, replaying the events of the evening in his head, amazed at his wife’s creativity. As he waits for her return, he can’t help but wonder what other tricks she has up her sleeve for a relaxing night in.