Relaxation Therapy

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Jerry's new invention may change his shrewish wife forever.
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Updated 06/08/2023
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Lauren Davis was pissed off.

This was hardly unusual, Lauren's temper was practically legendary among her social circle and rare was the day someone didn't fall foul of her scathing tongue.

Today as quite often happened her temper was firmly focused on her lousy husband Jerry and his continual lack of talent.

When they had married Jerry had been a geeky but promising engineer with a wealthy family to back his research and Lauren had been young, gorgeous and willing to put up with his faults in order to gain access to his bank balance.

But as the years passed Jerry failed to rise to the greatness Lauren clearly deserved while she wasted the best years of her life on him. She could leave him of course and indeed often threatened to do so but his parents had insisted on that damned pre-nup and putting up with him was far more attractive than losing his bank balance.

Lauren was still a very attractive woman, she had time to look for a suitably wealthy Mr right before cutting her ties to Jerry. She spent a lot of time money and effort keeping herself slim and youthful looking with long artfully styled blonde hair and strikingly pale blue eyes she looked like a woman entering her thirties rather than about to leave them.

Entire weeks would often pass without having to speak to her miserable husband, she had kicked him out of her bed years ago and over time he had virtually moved into the guest house above the garage so he could be closer to his useless inventions.

That had been fine as far as Lauren was concerned, she could do her best to ignore his existence but this morning her credit card had been refused and a snotty young counter girl had the gall to cut it up like she was some kind of poor person.

Storming from the car and into the house she hit the intercom button to her husband's workroom and practically screeched her husband's name only to get no reply.

So outraged and furious she stormed out to find the little worm and demand to know what had happened to her money.

"Jerry! Jerry, you useless bastard get out here this minute." She screamed hammering on the door to her husbands hide away.

Distantly she heard the sound of a power tool being switched off inside the guest house followed by the unmistakable noise of bolts being pulled back before the door opened.

Jerry appeared slowly creeping round the door as if using it to shield himself from his wife's ire, his slightly receding hairline, and thick glasses gave him an extremely bookish appearance not helped by his filthy old overalls covered in grease stains and pockets overflowing with odd tools.

"You called dear?" he stammered hesitantly.

"Don't dear me you asshole," his wife snarled throwing the diced remains of her credit card in his face like expensive confetti. "My card for the joint account was just declined in front of half the town, where the hell is my money, Jerry?"

"I have had to make a few purchases this week for my new invention," he replied wilting visibly under her furious expression. "but there should have been plenty in your personal account."

"That allowance is a pittance Jerry, I spent it already," she replied. "how dare you empty our joint account on your stupid worthless inventions without telling me."

"Because it's my money, Lauren." He replied, his voice quiet but surprisingly firm in the face of his wife's furious tirade.

"I'm your wife you pathetic little prick, it's my money too so call the bank and fix this right now or I swear Jerry I'll make your life even more miserable than it already is."

"No," his voice was barely a whisper but the world hung there in silence for a moment as he tried to stand his ground.

" No. What the hell do you mean no?" Lauren demanded in an outraged voice, first the humiliation in town now Jerry was actually refusing her it was utterly galling.

"I mean no Lauren, if you want more money from me this month you will have to earn it," Jerry's voice got louder as he went on each word sounding more determined than the last. "I was going to have to pay someone to test my invention but you can take the job instead."

"There is no way in hell I'm going to test one of your useless inventions," his wife protested.

"That's fine Lauren," he replied calling her bluff. " if you prefer you can spend the next three weeks broke or you can spend a couple of hours a day for three days doing your husband a favour and I'll give you double your monthly allowance."

Lauren paused, it was unlike Jerry to stand up for himself but when he did he usually stuck to it. As much as it grated on her three weeks without any cash would be worse than a few hours of his company and besides once he doubled her allowance she was sure he would never have the balls to reduce it again.

"Fine." She replied doing her best to make it sound like she was the reasonable one. "I'll test your invention but you call the bank and fix this now Jerry and I swear if it so much as gives me a paper cut..."

"It's perfectly safe I assure you," Jerry said as he started to close the door it her face. " I'll call the bank just come over around ten tomorrow and I'll have it ready for you."

It wasn't until she was halfway back to the house that she realized she had no idea what his latest project actually was.

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"It's a relaxation device," Jerry explained gesturing at the monstrosity in the middle of his cluttered workshop the next morning. "basically it combines all the different relaxation and massage equipment currently on the market with a lot of unique functions of my own invention.

The thing dominated the room looking like a reclining chair frozen in the middle of exploding, padded leather pads and cushions in a variety of colours and styles were strung along strange metal arms that looked to have dozens of complicated joints while other limbs held up hanging sheets of fabric or weird looking implements.

"There is no way in hell I'm getting on that thing," Lauren protested eyeing the bizarre contraption with distaste.

"I know it looks a little thrown together right now but is just the prototype," her husband explained patiently. "The finished design will look a lot more sophisticated but most of that will just be decorative all the functional parts will be essentially the same as you see here."

"It doesn't exactly look safe."

"Trust me," he replied fiddling with the controls, it's designed to adjust perfectly to your body for maximum comfort that's why it's in so many pieces but I assure you nothing will go wrong."

Lauren eyed the impossible looking machine dubiously, none of Jerry's inventions had ever been dangerous they had just failed to sell but this gargantuan monstrosity seemed totally over the top even for him.

"You know they already make massage chairs Jerry..." she said hesitantly.

"Totally obsolete technology," he gushed excitedly. "comparing this to a massage chair is like comparing a bottle rocket to the space shuttle."

"Well yes but they don't require you to be naked Jerry," she replied .

When Jerry had calmly explained that she had to get on the machine nude Lauren had nearly balked at the whole idea, only his stubborn insistence that it was safe and more importantly her only chance of getting his cash had stalled her retreat. Now she stood there wrapped only in a bathrobe her blonde hair carefully plaited to prevent it getting tangled in the machinery wondering if three weeks of penury wouldn't be so bad.

It wasn't that she was ashamed of her body, a strict diet, plenty of exercises and all the plastic surgery she could wring out of her husband had given her a figure a twenty-year-old would be envious of but the idea of sitting on the device without anything to protect her from potential disaster was curiously intimidating.

"Clothes would interfere with the test results," Her husband said interrupting her train of thought. "Now up you get it's all ready for you."

Biting back a retort, Lauren let her robe fall to the floor and stepped onto the box Jerry had provided, gingerly she eased herself down into a sitting position, the leather pads were cold against her bare buttocks and the whole apparatus seemed to sway alarmingly.

"Lie back please," Jerry's voice was firm now the testing was beginning, full of confidence in his new invention. " it can't adjust until you're in position."

Letting her spine touch the cool leather panels that made up the back of the chair Lauren eased back until the chair took her full weight, with a whirr it began to move lifting her legs up away from the box as it moved under and around her shifting until she was surprised to find herself almost horizontal.

"Comfy?" Jerry asked.

"It's a bit cold," she replied squirming slightly, how do I get off this thing if I need to?"

"Think of it like a normal recliner," her husband replied. " if you need to get up you push down with your calves and the chair will disengage and return to its starting position, but please don't do that unless you really have to okay."

Jerry hit a button and a long arm lowered above her head carrying a bulky headset and visor, he instructed her carefully on how to put it on and she was pleasantly surprised at how comfortable and seemingly weightless they were once she had them in place.

"Okay I'm going to start the program in a few moments," Jerry's voice sounded slightly tinny coming through the headset, the program runs for an hour so just lie back and relax."

'Relax, that's easy for you to say,' Lauren thought to herself as the chair seemed to gently thrum into life around her, the blank screen lighting up and beginning to swim with gently shifting colours

Slowly, but with increasing intensity, the chairs vibrations deepened in pitch vibrating through a range of frequencies as the cold leather quickly warmed against her skin.

It almost seemed as if she was floating weightless in a warm pool, she moved and the chair moved with her seamlessly reacting to her movement and carrying her weight as the thrumming vibration became a gentle caress like gentle waves rocking against her.

She was hearing the waves for several minutes before she noticed the sounds were real and not her imagination, the chair wove sound and sensation together seamlessly leaving her adrift in a world of slowly shifting hues.

This is actually pretty good, she thought lazily as the chair effortless eased away tension. I have to hand it to him this could be his first worthwhile invention...

She could feel herself drifting towards sleep, so relaxed by the gently lapping waves that thinking at all became almost an effort, so relaxed, so comfortable, so utterly peaceful...

The beep of the program turning off roused her back to a dreamy awareness, slowly the chair shifted her body upright again her legs trailing lower until her toes touched the box once more.

"How do you feel?" her husband's voice sounded so loud in her ears she almost winced, stretching sleepily she found herself remarkably comfortable in fact she couldn't remember feeling this relaxed and comfortable in years.

"That can't have been an hour," she protested sleepily.

"I assure you it was," jerry replied. "let me help you take off the helmet and then you can tell me all about it."

"It was totally amazing," she confessed a few minutes later after her husband had helped her up and given her a few moments to gather her thoughts. "I have to admit I thought it was another useless invention but I feel better than I have in years."

"See, told you to trust me," he joked.

"You're right I should have shown a bit more faith in you," she replied feeling strangely embarrassed for doubting her husband, he might be an ass but he did seem to have finally succeeded in something perhaps she had been a bit hard on him.

"Well it's nice to see you liking one of my projects for once," he said quietly. "tomorrow we can try you out on level two."

"I can't wait," she replied surprised to realize she actually meant it.

They chatted quietly for several hours after that with Jerry making notes on her experience of the chair, perhaps the relaxation had helped ease her frustration because she found their chat surprisingly pleasant. The rest of the day passed in a mellowed blur as she socialized with friends and went through her daily routine without once screaming at anyone.

That night she practically fell into bed and slept like a baby rocked to sleep by dreams of ocean waves on her naked skin.

------

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!"

"Good 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.

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