Before we were together, the garage was where my wife would slip off to for a smoke. “Getting fresh air,” as she called it. She switched to vaping a few weeks before our first date, but knowing what it does to me, she still has the occasional cigarette in the bedroom. We were supposed to have the house to ourselves the other weekend, but plans changed, and our daughter stayed home. It had been a long week, and we were dea...

Hot Bath It's just after midnight on our anniversary, and my wife tells me to go take a hot bath to relax before bed. I'm in there for fifteen or twenty minutes when she texts me, saying to grab the cigarettes. She used to smoke before we met; now it's an occasional thing she does when she's feeling kinky, so I know where this is going. I throw on a towel, run into the basement to grab them from their hiding spot, and lea...