A week passed after she smoked weed for the first time. I knew she loved it, but she wouldn’t admit it, and we went back to normal life. I knew she didn’t want to talk about the experience, so I didn’t bring it up because I didn’t want to start a fight.

I had a work trip coming up and had a plan to get her to try it again. So Tuesday night, I packed my bags, and when I left, I put my pipe and a bag of weed in my jacket pocket and draped it over the couch. I kissed her goodbye and ran out the door to catch my flight.

A few days went by, and I got home the following Sunday night. I came in the door, and she was waiting for me at the door. She grabbed me, kissed me, and asked me what I wanted for dinner.

I put away my suitcase and noticed that my coat was no longer draped over the couch. I checked the pocket, and the pipe was still there. I was a little disappointed, but then when I checked the baggie, there was definitely less weed.

During dinner, I asked her if she did anything interesting while I was gone. She looked a little embarrassed or upset but tried to hide it and told me, “No, not really.” She was very quiet for the rest of the evening.

Later, when we went to bed, she was reading a book, and I was flipping through social media. Finally, she said, “I have to tell you something.”

I asked her what it was.

She looked very sad and said, “I did something terrible.”

I immediately told her to tell me what was going on.

She teared up and told me the following:

“After you left on Thursday night, I was exhausted, so I went straight to bed. When I woke up in the morning and was getting my lesson plans ready for work, I noticed your jacket on the couch. I rolled my eyes, and on my way out the door, I grabbed your jacket to hang it up, and something fell out of your pocket and rolled under the couch. I was running late, so I just left it until I got home.

“Halfway through the school day, I was going through my lunch bag and saw a little bag, and when I pulled it out, I noticed it was marijuana! My heart dropped, and I was scared to death that someone would see it. I couldn’t concentrate the rest of the day because I was so nervous and angry.

“But at the same time, I kept noticing another feeling. I was kind of excited at the same time, which made me feel guilty. When I got home, I looked under the couch and realized that what had fallen out of your jacket was your pipe, and that’s how the marijuana ended up in my lunch bag.

“I quickly put both back in your jacket and went to my room. I tried to get it out of my head by reading or watching TV, but finally, I decided that I would just try a little bit more to get it out of my system, and then I was done and wouldn’t do it anymore.

“So I got your pipe and the bag and sat in the floor where I sat before and tried to do everything like you showed me before. I finally got everything set up, lit the pipe, sucked in, held it in like you showed me, and then blew out the smoke. I didn’t feel anything at first, so I tried again, and as I was breathing in the second hit, I felt it.

“It felt sooo good, like when I did it before. I felt so relaxed, happy, and warm. I’m not sure how many times I hit it because it all got a little fuzzy. I started to get really hungry, and I wanted a pizza like last time, so I ordered some and sat back down to smoke more. I started getting so horny like I did the first time, so I took my shorts off and started playing with myself, and it felt so good.

“All of a sudden, the doorbell rang and scared me to death, so I jumped up and ran to the door. I had completely forgotten that I had even ordered a pizza. When I opened the door, the pizza guys eyes got really wide, and he said, ‘Umm, your pizza?’ I looked at him for a moment and was thinking how handsome he was and then realized that I had to pay him and had to get my wallet.

“I told him I was so sorry and to step in so I could find my wallet. When I walked back into the living room, he was staring at me and finally said, ‘Well, I have to say, you look like you’re having a good night.’ Then I stopped, looked around, and noticed that the pipe and bag were laying right in the floor in front of him. I then realized that I was standing there in only my thong and a small t-shirt.

“I got so embarrassed and kept saying that I was sorry, that I wasn't usually like this, but he just grinned and said, ‘Please don’t apologize, you just made my day. I don’t often have a sexy stoner girl answering the door.’

"I didn’t know what to say. A sexy stoner girl? Me? I was so taken aback and flushed that I didn’t know what to say. Finally, I said, ‘Well… thank you, but how much do I owe you?’

“He smirked a little bit and said, ‘It’s on the house if you’ll share some weed.’ I was kind of scared because I was so surprised. I just said, ‘O-ok, um, sure.’

“So I started to hand him the bag, and he said, ‘Actually, I was hoping to smoke a little with you.’ I was so nervous and didn’t know what to do, so I just said okay.

“He sat down beside me and took a hit from the pipe, and I started getting so horny again because I was remembering when you had me smoke and what we had done. He then handed me the pipe, and I hit it again. We passed back and forth for a minute, and I was feeling so good, and so horny that I was having trouble concentrating on anything when he said, ‘You’re so fucking hot.’ I just remember grinning and saying thank you. He reached out and touched my arm, and I moaned. It just felt so good. He asked me if that felt good, and I nodded yes.

"He handed me the pipe and started rubbing up my arms to my neck, and I was just shivering because it felt so good. He told me to lie back and take a big hit, so I did. I leaned back, lit the pipe, and as I was inhaling, I felt his hand move down to my pussy. I gasped, sucking in the smoke. I was trying not to cough, and he kept rubbing my clit. I came so hard immediately as I exhaled. He told me to hit it again, so I listened. While I was lighting it and sucking in, he got down and started licking my pussy. I gasped the smoke in again, holding it while he ate me out. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t want to. I exhaled the smoke and noticed that he had stood up and had his pants down.

“I immediately grabbed him and started sucking. I couldn’t stop myself. Everything just felt so good.

“He grabbed my hair and pulled me back and stood me up. He asked where the bedroom was, and I just pointed. He carried me in there and tossed me on the bed. He pulled my shirt off and started licking and sucking my breasts, And I nearly came again from just that, but then he started fingering me, and I just couldn’t control myself and came again. He flipped me over, and I was on my hands and knees.

"He had me sit up and hit the pipe again. I did it immediately. He told me that I wasn’t allowed to exhale until he told me to. I took a big hit and held it. He pushed me forward onto my hands, and I felt him inside me. It felt sooo good. I was getting so dizzy from holding the hit in while he was fucking me. He finally told me to let it out, and I exhaled and came a third time while he was fucking me.

"I’ve never had orgasms like that before. He kept fucking me for what felt like forever. I came two more times. He grabbed my hips and said that I was such a good girl, and I came again. Then I felt him cum inside me while I was cumming for the final time. We were both lying there, and I felt like I was still orgasming for several minutes after.

"He finally got up, sucked each breast, and then kissed me long and hard and said, ‘Well, back to work. Thanks for the tip,’ with a smirk on his face. I know I was just grinning the whole time. I woke up a little while later realizing what happened and that I still had his cum inside me.”

I was speechless. I didn’t know what to think or say. I just kind of sat there. But the more I thought about it, the more excited I got.

She looked up at me with tears in her eyes and said, “I’m so sorry.”

I hugged her and said, “Don’t be sorry,” and showed her the massive hard-on that I had.

Her eyes got really big, and she said, “I don’t understand, aren’t you upset?”

I said, “Do I look upset? What you just told me is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard!”

“Really?” she said.

“Absolutely,” I replied. “I’ve always wanted you to let loose and have some fun. I’m more proud of you than anything.”

She said, “You’re not upset that I had sex with someone else?”

I replied, “I didn’t expect this, honestly, but I’ve never been more turned on!” I asked her, “Tell me honestly, did you enjoy it?”

She looked up at me and nodded her head. “Does that make me a bad person?”

“Absolutely not." I told her that it made me happy and turned me on that she let loose, smoked my weed, and had sex with that guy. I could tell that she was in disbelief, but I reassured her that it wasn’t that odd for people to be into that kind of thing.

She cuddled up to me and said, “As long as you’re ok with it.”

I replied, “As long as you smoke with me and I get to have you too,” and handed her the pipe.

She put the pipe up to her mouth and took a big hit, held it in, and said, “I wouldn’t want it any other way,” before exhaling the smoke and kissing me.

This was going to be an interesting new era of our lives.