To give some back round on me, I am 32 years old. As I mentioned I consider myself normal. Sometimes too normal. I was your all American boy. I was captain of the baseball and basketball teams in high school and college. I got a B.A.,M.P.A., and M.B.A. I have a super job, money, a great house and a tremendous wife, Katie. I really don’t have anything to complain about. Growing up” All American”, I never dated any smokers. In fact I despised smokers. I now really can't believe it. I hated everything about it. I thought it to be dirty, filthy and a disgusting habit. I never smoked. I use smokeless tobacco. (Kodiak)

I didn’t know Katie ( my wife) in high school. I know that she didn’t smoke. She started late, at the age of late 18 or June of 1988. You see after high school, Katie didn’t go on to college. She took a job at a local office where they’re with about thirty women and all of them smoked cigarettes. Katie started smoking.

I met her in February 1989. She was cute. She was also the nicest kid that you could ever meet. Nineteen years old, Katie was 5’7 and about 110 pounds. She was absolutely adorable, and absolutely perfect. She had all the qualities you could ever wish for. I just hated her cigarette smoking. At this time she was a regular smoker, smoking about 10 Newport Light Menthols a day. She was only smoking for about eight months, so I thought it would be a good time for her to quit. I remember teasing her saying,”YOU LOOK LIKE LITLE GIRL SMOKING!’ She would get so &*(%$.

I did everything. I begged her to stop. Smoking would be the only subject we would fight about. It got so bad that we almost broke up because of her smoking. To make matters worse, in June of 1989 she got a promotion to receptionist. (Don’t forget this was the eighties, you could smoke at your desk!) Also, Katie never told her parents that she smoked, it was a habit done only at work or when out with friends. Smoking became such a part of her life and identity that She couldn’t hide it anymore. She finally broke down and told her parents, and was able to start smoking at home. Now we were seeing Katie go from smoking ½ pack of cigarettes a day to two packs. She had officially been smoking for a year.

At this point, I was going out of my mind, although there were sudden signs of change for me with my perception of smoking. In July of 1989 I was demanding her stop smoking. so I paid for her to go to a hypnotist. I was a disaster. When we were driving home Katie begged me for a cigarette. She even started crying because she had gone three hours with out a cigarette! She told me she was totally addicted and couldn’t stop! Even though I was mad, we stopped so she could buy her smokes. I got to tell you, I was turned on. Like I have never been turned on before! How could such a little girl be so addicted to cigarettes? I couldn’t imagine having to have something or I couldn’t function. Again, her addiction turned me on, but I was not sold on it yet. I did decide to leave her alone and not mention it.

Another encounter that was changing my mind about smoking was when we went to the beach for the first time in August 1989. I just remember Katie not walking anywhere on the beach without cigarettes. The thought of her walking around with that soft pack and lighter in her hand turned me on. Later that day, Katie ran out of butts. She looked so good, I even offered to run into the store and buy two packs for her. She smoked so much that she was beginning to smell like cigarettes. I’ll admit I began to like the smell.

In October of 1990, Katie’s brother was getting married. I was still at the point of not bugging her about smoking, but this was Katie’s first “family outing” where her extended family would all see innocent Katie smoking. Because Katie was still young,(20 y/o) her family treated like a kid. At the wedding reception Katie smoked like a chimney. I remember her going to the cigarette mahcine and buying a pack of Salem Lights. They were out of Virgina Slims. But the funny thing was, I was kind of surprised but her family members were now treating her like an adult. It was like smoking somehow changed her. I may be thick but she just appeared so happy smoking. Who was I to tell her what she could and could not do? At this point I was arriving to the realization and acceptance that I was dating a smoker and it wasn’t worth loosing her.

Before I continue, lets take a side bar about the changes in Katie besides smoking. From February 1989 to December 1989 Katie “filled out”. Me being a dunce, and being so pre occupied with her smoking, I didn’t notice. Katie went from 110 pounds, size 4, Small B-cup, to 165 pounds, size 10, large D-cup. But let me stress that Katie was not fat. She really was not even chubby. She had all her weight in all the right places!

Here is where I remember seeing the first signs of my fetish. The date was Thursday December 14, 1990. We were invited to go to Katie’s work Christmas party Katie, being one who hates to shop didn’t go out to buy an outfit. She wanted to wear this cute black skirt with a white tee (that she bought in the early spring that year) She wasn’t worried about the fit because she bought it bigger. The skirt was a six (she thought 8), and the tee was a small, (she thought medium). The outfit was tight. Very tight! I got to admit she looked great! I swear I couldn’t keep me eyes off her chest. The tee was so tight; all you could see was her bra showing right through the white cotton. Anyway, before we went to the party Katie wanted to stop and buy some butts. She bought two packs.

When we got to the party Katie was socialization with all her co-workers and just smoking away. But then a moment of clarity came to me. I got up to get some drinks and looked over at Katie. She didn’t look like “little girl smoking’ anymore. She looked like a beautiful, sexy, confident, happy, sultry, young women. I was so proud to have her for my girlfriend! She looked so sexy with a cigarette in her mouth. I just sat there joined in on the fun and we all had a lot of laughs at the party. She smoked 31 cigarettes in 4-1/2 hours. It got the point where I found myself privately routing her on. I remember saying to myself, how can anyone hold smoke in his or her lungs that long? How can one person smoke so much? How can one woman be so happy? Best of all. She was all mine!!!

I was so turned on by the end of the night I volunteered to buy her a carton. For some weird reason Katie never bought cigarettes by the carton. This was her first. The funny thing is we went to two other x-mass parties on Friday and Saturday that weekend. Katie smoked 4 packs (between work and the party) on Friday. She smoked five packs the hole day on Saturday. When we went out for breakfast Sunday morning, I happily bought another carton. Now I have to admit. I loved my smoking babe!

Katie and I dated for another 4-1/2 years. In June of 1994, we got married. Although she wasn’t smoking 2- 5 packs of cigarettes a day, she was still smoking between one and two packs a day. Now the climate in America was changing. You no longer could sit at your desk and smoke. All these 2nd hand smoke people came out of the woodwork. But still she looked so great when she smoked.

Here is where things go sour. I think that I started taking advantage of Katie’s smoking. It was great and all but I just really didn’t appreciate it like I used to. Her smoking became a non issue. If you asked me about my fetish in 1994, I would have told you stright out I didn't have a smoking fetish. Smoking wasn’t an issue like before. In September of 1997 Katie had gall bladder surgery. For some reason things got complicated and she had to stay in the hospital for 5 days. Not being able to move, she slept the majority of the days. When she got home, she couldn’t smoke at least for another two days. After a week without smoking, Katie told me she quit and wasn’t planning on smoking anymore. Don’t forget she had been smoking regularly for nine years. At first, I was fine with this. I didn’t think it would last and began remembering what it was like seeing her beg for butts was sexy. I figured it was all in a matter of time. Even I really didn’t care anymore. I told her good luck and be careful not gain too much weight.

The strange thing that happened was Katie stuck to it. Besides not smoking she lost 55 pounds in seven months. (Not by exercise or anything) She was now 105 pounds again looking like a little girl. I remember about a year into her quitting I missed smoking and wanted her to go back. I didn’t want her to think I was some weirdo so I tried the subtle approach. Nothing work. I took her out partying (heavy) nothing worked. Now I was beginning to loose hope. I really missed it. She was no longer the sexy free spirited gal, but a real anti. At parties she and all my friends wives , many of them former smokers became unbarable about smoking

But in November of 1999,Katie had her first cigarette in two years. Just one. Privately I was so excited I was wishing she would get hooked. Nothing happened. In the year 2000. Katie has smoked 5 cigarettes for the year. She says she now can take or leave a cig only When she drinks. At this point I felt like I was going nowhere with my dreams. We are very close, but I didn't and still don't have the *&^&% to tell her about my fetish. Accidently, in the fall of 2000 I found the smoking fetish pages. I did some research and consulted with my friends on the pages for advice to get her started again. And it worked . While on a trip to Martha's Vineyard on New years Eve , Katie had her first multiple smoke night in almost three years (6). Things got even better when she bought her first pack the next night. Man, was I excited. A day later she bought her second pack. One week later we went to Las Vegas with the same couples & girls she hung out with on New Years. I guess she kind of new that she would be smoking on the trip so inadvertantly, she smoked light for the week. In Vegas things got wild. Katie's smoking increased to a 1-21/2 packs a day in four nights. I was in fantasy land! I thougth I had my sexy smoker back. And it didn't stop when we got back. Katie quit her job ( we didn't need the money ) and basically stayed home and smoked all day. It got to point when she was doing 1 1/2 -3ppd. And man the sex was great. Well it must have gotten too great because about six weeks later we found that Katie was pregnant. She stopped smoking immediately.
During the last five months, she has been a huge anti again and swears she will never touch another cigarette. You see my fetish evolves around my wife's smoking., and for the exeption of seeing her friend Chrissy, my fetish has to stay in check.