Relaxation Therapy
Chapter 3
The next day Jerry was awoken by pounding on his front door. Groaning in protest at the early wake up he shuffled out of his cluttered bedroom and opened the door still trying to gather his wits.
“Took you long enough Jerry it’s freezing out here,” Lauren snapped darting past him in a long pink dressing gown her hair already plaited neatly for the day’s experiment.
“What time is it?”
“It’s nine thirty, jeez Jerry don’t you ever get up before noon any more,” she replied looking at him standing there in just his boxers.
“Sorry, I had a couple of drinks to celebrate,” Jerry replied wincing slightly. “Wait didn’t we agree on starting the test at eleven?”
“So I’m a little early who cares, I’d have thought you would be pleased I’m showing up at all,” she answered looking around the room in distaste. “now do you have somewhere clean I can sit while you get ready or what?”
“Just go set yourself up in the chair, I’ll be in to sort you out in a few minutes.”
He watched her bustle off in the direction of his workroom already shedding her gown to reveal her tanned bare skin, despite himself he couldn’t help looking at her departing rear. she was still the woman he had fallen for even if she had become the gold digging bitch his parents predicted he mused.
In truth, he had always known at heart that the most gorgeous girl in school never falls for the quiet nerd without an ulterior motive, but he hadn’t minded back then it had felt so good to feel attractive that he had ignored everyone. It might have been only ever one sided but he had loved Lauren, hell he still did in a way despite all the years of abuse and her obsession with staying ‘beautiful’ slowly cutting away at herself one nip tuck at a time rapidly becoming yet another plastic Barbie doll wannabe.
He didn’t love this Lauren, the shrewish bitch she had become but he still clung to the memory of the sweet girl she had appeared to be way back when.
Throwing on some clothes that didn’t look too rumpled he ran a quick comb through his hair and headed for the workshop, sure enough, Lauren was already nude and laid back in his invention waiting for him the helmet already in place.
Grabbing his headset mic he started preparing his creation for a second stage test, actually, all the controls for the chair could’ve accessed by the user directly but he had turned that particular feature off for now to prevent his wife from skipping straight to the higher levels.
“Ready to begin?” he asked.
“About time,” she replied snappily. “If you had taken much longer I’d be asleep in this thing.”
Lauren had woken up feeling fantastic, the little aches and pains she normally totally ignored were gone leaving her supple and with a raging appetite.
She had blasted through her morning exercises in no time and splurged a little on breakfast only to find it was still hours until jerry was expecting her to show up.
Her goodwill towards Jerry had worn off somewhat overnight so she had thrown on a robe and headed over to wake him up, by the time he finally opened the door she had been practically freezing but he had barely even apologized. Normally that slight would have been the start of another argument but today she found she simply didn’t have the heart for it the chair had her full attention and as soon as she stripped off and sat down she began to feel a wonderful sense of anticipation.
Now as the chair shifted around her again she just let herself melt her muscles relaxing as the chair seemed to make her nearly weightless.
“This session is going to be a bit more intense than the last one,” Jerry said his voice filling her headphones. “I’ll set the timer for two hours but if you need to stop just remember to push down with your calves until the program unlocks.”
This time the shifting colours were not gentle, blazing reds exploded into oranges and golds then dove down the spectrum into deep midnight purples and rose again in cascades of blue and shimmering silver like some wild hallucinogenic vision.
The temperature rose as the chair began vibrating again but now the slowly lapping waves were white-capped surf that seemed to send her flying through the raging sea of colour.
The chair seemed to be melting around her, the soft yielding material suddenly becoming mobile as unseen massaging tools spun into life gently but firmly kneading away at her body like a hundred thousand caressing fingers expertly manipulating every muscle and curve and making her toes curl in pleasure.
The sound of gentle waves had been replaced by the rushing roar of the ocean but she could hear voices in the waves, whispers on the edge of hearing that seemed to moan with pleasure and sigh blissfully with each cresting explosion of colour.
Lauren was in heaven, with each moment the pulses seemed to get stronger making the previous days bliss seem like a candle beside the bonfire of sensation, as she crested each wave she seemed to feel an answering pull from deep inside a pull that only grew stronger teasing her with rampant desire that set fire to her insides.
Never could she remember being so desperately horny, the need for release was almost painful but each time she reached for her screaming clit another wave would send her senses flying leaving her breathless and moaning in pleasure barely able to move.
She hung in that near torturous rapture for what seemed like an eternity as the chair brought her to the edge and held her there yet never seemed to allow her hands to quite reach herself to complete the orgasm that hovered just out of reach.
When the chair finally stopped and relaxed back into the ready position she went for her pussy with both hands rubbing desperately at her clit while she thrust fingers deep inside and yowled like a banshee as she tried to bring herself off. Bucking wildly, she ground herself against the chairs padded cushions feeling her own juices spreading between her ass and the warm leather as she desperately tried to reach a climax.
“Well, it looks like you enjoyed that,” Jerry said sounding deadpan over the headset. Oh god, she was fucking herself with her own fingers while he stood there watching, just the thought of being watched sent a massive thrill through her but still she couldn’t quite get there.
“Do you want to cum Lauren?” he asked quietly.
“Fuck yes,” she moaned still sawing at herself in desperation, hearing him talking, knowing he was there was driving her crazy but she still couldn’t quite push herself over the edge.
“Well why don’t you ask then?”
She was past the point of rational thinking, she was past pleasure through pain and out into pure desperate need. Not thinking about who she was asking or even that she was asking permission of anyone at all she let out a long, anguished plea.
“Pleassse!”
“Go od girl, cum for me.”
Perhaps it was just the perversity of it, but Lauren exploded at that moment. Her whole body seemed to tingle as if charged with electricity, her bones melted away and every muscle contracted with each throbbing orgasmic wave dragging her down into darkness.
When she came back to herself the visor and headset had been removed and she had been covered in a warm blanket, Jerry leaned against the side of the chair gently stroking her hair and giving her an oddly touching look of kind concern.
“Well that looked intense,” he said smiling down at her. “I think we may need to work on that setting a little.”
“That was the wildest ride I’ve ever been on in my life,” she said fuzzily. " leave it as it is the women of the world will thank you for it.”
He smiled again, such a warm and caring smile that he made her feel genuinely affectionate towards him. He wasn’t such a screw-up really and getting her to ask permission had been just what she needed, if he had been that commanding and kinky earlier in their relationship perhaps she wouldn’t have screwed things up so bad with him.
She realized she had been sat there just smiling back at him for several minutes and did her best to pull herself together, the moment faded and she began to feel a bit more like her old self.
“After all that I’m totally starving,” she said trying to change the subject, at that moment her stomach decided to gurgle its agreement.
“Sounds like it,” he replied with another twinkly grin. “well how about I make lunch and we can talk about what happened while we eat?”
“Oh, you don’t have to do that for me why don’t I cook,” she replied. ‘now why the hell did I just say that I can’t cook worth a damn,’ she thought to herself. ’ my brain really must be turning into mush.’
Thankfully he gracefully sidestepped her offer and they agreed on ordering in while she insisted on helping him clean up the mess she has made. When the food arrived she tucked into the meal with gusto ignoring her usual calorie counting and even letting Jerry talk her into eating the slice of cheesecake he had ordered for her for dessert.
They spent the rest of the day together in casual conversation, he ordered in take-out again for dinner and she let him order for her without argument, this more dominant side to him seemed much more attractive and she found herself staring at him more than a few times as the day wore on.
When the meal was finished she was stuffed to bursting, she almost invited him upstairs but found herself hesitating, fearing a rejection after all the years of strife she had put him through.
The moment past and he kissed her goodnight before heading for his poky flat, perhaps she could convince him to move back into the house at least.
After all, he had changed so much over the past two days...