Shock Therapy, Part 4

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SHOCK THERAPY

4.	Therapy Begins.

   It was Friday afternoon.  Luanne nervously waited in the living room.  From
her seat she would see John's car pull in the driveway.  This was it, the
beginning of his shock therapy!

   Before she sat down she checked all the ashtrays.  They were full of
cigarette butts, hers and Maria's.  The odor of stale tobacco smoke in the
house was nearly overwhelming.  Funny thing, though.  It didn't bother her too
much now.  She guessed she'd gotten used to it.  But it'd sure throw John for
a loop.  That was the plan.

   John had his web sites.  Now she had a secret lesbian lover.  Well, it
served John right, she mused.  After all he was unfaithful.  Now I'm
unfaithful, too.  There's no difference.  Two can play this little game.

   She talked to Dr. Thomas that morning.  Yesterday she smoked more than a
pack of cigarettes.  She didn't tell him her cigarette consumption on Thursday
was aided by making love with the lovely Maria.  But she'd done her part.  If
Dr. Thomas was right eventually John would beg her to stop smoking despite his
fetish.  That was the plan.

   Trouble was, Luanne wasn't sure how she felt about the plan now.  She
worried about it ever since she got up that morning.  Unfortunately she now
understood the attraction John felt for smoking girls.  Looking at that damn
web site too long messed with her mind or something, and fooling around with
Maria only made it worse.  It made her nervous.  She sighed.  She reached for
her cigarettes.  She put one in her mouth and lit up.

   At only two o'clock it was her tenth cigarette of the day.  Smoking was now
almost effortless.  It seemed second nature to light up.  It'd be easier to
play the role for John, she mused as she exhaled a long stream.  But she
wondered if she'd _want_ to give it up when, as both she and Dr. Thomas
expected, John came to his senses and begged her to quit.  She shook her head.
No, of course she would, she reassured herself.  This was just a game she was
playing.  Even if she was beginning to enjoy it, nothing had changed.

   Then she saw it.  John's Mercedes pulled in the driveway.  She heard the
garage door open.  Nervously she began to put out her cigarette.  Then she
stopped.  She smiled ruefully.  No need to, she told herself.  It'd make more
of a statement if she was smoking when John walked in.  She steeled herself
for his expected reaction.  Dr. Thomas promised John would be delighted at
first.  Hell, that won't be hard to take, she snickered silently.  She felt
her pussy moistening in anticipation.

   The back door opened.  "Luanne?" a voice called.  "Honey, are you here?"

   She waited.  "In the living room, John."  She didn't make a move.  Let him
come to her.

   John appeared in the doorway, briefcase still in hand.  He was tall, six
foot three, and handsome, with sandy blond hair from his Norwegian heritage.
He gasped.

   "Oh my God!  Luanne.  What the ??  What's going on here?  You're smoking!"

   "Yeah, I sure am, honey," she shamelessly confirmed.  She slowly raised the
cigarette to her lips.  She took a long sumptuous drag.  She wanted to look
confident and sexy.  "I finally saw the light, baby," she added with a big
grin after she inhaled.  She tipped her head and released her most proficient
exhale.  "But you look upset," she frowned.  "I thought you'd be glad!"

   "God, I don't know what I am," John admitted.  "I'm confused.  You were mad
before when I told you I smoked sometimes.  And you were also mad about the
pictures ?."

   "Screw the pictures," Luanne said with a saucy little laugh.  "I don't care
about them anymore.  Like I said, John, baby, finally I saw the light.
Smoking's great.  To be honest I went back and looked at some of those
pictures.  I get it now, John.  Smoking's sexy.  Not only that but it makes me
feel _so_ good!"  With a wicked smile she put her cigarette in her mouth.  She
dragged for an unusually long time.  As she removed it she opened her mouth
and drew a big ball of smoke inside her chest.  "Smoking's great, baby," she
sighed joyfully.  "Just great.  From now on I plan to smoke all the time.
What do you think of that?"

   John watched in stunned disbelief as smoke cascaded from Luanne's smiling
lips.  "My God," he mumbled.  "My God, do you really mean it?"

   She sauntered up to him.  Their faces were only inches apart.  "I've been
working on it all week, baby," she cooed alluringly.  "I'm smoking over a pack
a day already, honey.  Look at all the dirty ashtrays around the house.  I
don't think I could stop and I definitely don't want to," she added with a
seductive look.  She reached for his crotch.  "I bet now you won't have
trouble getting it up for me, will you?"

   He dropped his briefcase and put his arms around her.  "Oh my God, Luanne!
I hardly believe this.  I've never seen you look so sexy."  He kissed her.
"And you taste and smell so marvelously smoky.  God, Luanne, you taste and
smell decadently delicious!"

   "Yeah, I know.  The smell's amazingly good, isn't it?"  She put her hands
around her husband's neck.  Smoke continued to ascend from her burning
cigarette.  They softly kissed.  "Your wife's not a goody-goody nerd anymore,
baby.  Now she's with it.  She smokes!  That makes you happy, doesn't it,
Johnny?"  She felt his cock press against her.  It was hard as a rock.  "And
either you're delighted by my transformation or else you brought home a real
big banana in your pocket today, lover!"  She laughed.  "Do you want a drag
off my cigarette, baby?"

   He nodded.  She put it to his lips.  He eagerly accepted it.  He dragged
and inhaled.  "Oh, you smoke menthol," he complained, partially turning his
head to exhale.

   Smoke coming out of John's mouth seemed strangely appealing.  She laughed.
"Well, I don't know anything about menthol.  I just smoke the same brand
Sheila does," she said with a little pout.  "What's wrong with that?"

   "Nothing, honey.  So, Sheila taught you to smoke?"

   "Yeah," Luanne grinned.  "She sure did.  That's why we had dinner
Wednesday.  I had to practice with my wicked little sister.  I started smoking
right after you left Monday.  And I sure do love to smoke now," she added
almost too sincerely.  "So what do you smoke, John?"

   "These," he replied, proudly showing her a pack of Marlboro 100s taken from
his suit coat's breast pocket.  "They're nice and strong, real tobacco flavor.
I like them better than menthol."

   "Well, if you love 'em I'm sure I will, too," she said slyly.  "I just love
to smoke, Johnny.  Smoking's great.  That's it in a nutshell."  She hit on her
cigarette, inhaled and slowly but surely released smoky tendrils through her
grinning lips.  "You like?"

   John pulled her close.  "Yeah, I like," he groaned.  "Luanne, baby, this is
the best surprise I've ever had."  He kissed her.  "But what made you decide
to do this?"

   "Dr. Thomas," she answered smugly.  "He told me there's simply no way to
cure this crazy smoking fetish you have.  You can't change.  I understand that
now.  So I decided if I can't change you I may as well smoke myself.  And I
love it.  I seriously love to smoke, John."  She hoped her apparent sincerity
was believable.

   John frowned.  "Wait.  So Dr. Thomas told you to start smoking?"

   "No," she clarified.  "Of course not.  Don't be silly.  Dr. Thomas would
never say such a thing.  No, smoking was all my idea," she said covering her
tracks.  "I only meant he helped me understand you'll never change."  She
began nibbling his ear.  "And now I don't want you to change, baby," she
whispered earnestly.  "Because now I smoke, too.  I finally understand.  I
love smoking and I want to smoke with you!"  She bit his ear again.  "And
right now I want to fuck!"

   "You really have stopped being a goody-goody, haven't you?" John laughed,
clearly flabbergasted by her language.  "God, Lu, I've never heard you say the
'f' word!"

   She put her cigarette in her mouth and began undoing his pants.  "Like I
said, Johnny boy, smoking's made me a new woman in more ways than you can
imagine."  She flashed a wanton smile.  "I like seeing your big cock finally
getting hard again all because of me.  God, it's been way too long, baby,
hasn't it?  So what do you say let's fuck?"

   "Gladly, Luanne.  Gladly."  Leaving his pants on the floor he followed her
upstairs to the master bedroom.

   "Oh, one more thing, John," she said seductively with an evil glint in her
eye.  She sat on the bed.  "I want to smoke while we make love.  You won't
mind, will you?"

   He groaned in disbelief.  "Oh my God!  You're serious, Luanne?  You really
want to?"

   "Sure," she giggled.  "I told you, baby, I smoke.  I'm a smoker.  So get
used to it, John, because from now on you'll never be able to get away from
the smell of my cigarettes!"

   "And I don't want to, baby."

   She slipped off the dress she was wearing, revealing her bra and panties.
Yeah, that's what you think now, buster.  But Dr. Thomas and I bet you'll
change your mind soon enough.  Meanwhile, though, the renewed life in his big
juicy cock was calling to her.  She decided to simply enjoy it.  Lighting up a
fresh cigarette she crawled towards him on the bed!

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   "So, Lu, how's it going?  How did John react to you being a smoker?"

   The pretty brunette shrugged nonchalantly.  She got a pack of cigarettes
from her purse, Marlboro 100s instead of the B&H Menthol Light 100s.  If
Sheila noticed she said nothing.  Luanne wordlessly deposited one of the
cork-tipped cylinders in her mouth.  "Well, let's just say John's not upset
and leave it at that," she smirked before quickly lighting up her cigarette.
"Hell, I can't really leave it at that," she admitted with a sly grin.  "Since
John got home Friday we've made love twice every day."  She released a torrent
of smoke from her mouth.  "It's pretty cool!"

   Sheila gave her sister a clinical nod.  "Well, Dr. Thomas said that would
happen, right?  At first John will think he died and went to heaven.  But so
far no hint he's unhappy living with a smoker?"  She grinned.  "I assume
you're smoking like a fiend?"

   "Oh yeah," Luanne laughed.  "At least a pack a day."  She hit on her
cigarette.  "It hasn't been hard, Sheila, not hard at all, really."  She
pursed her lips to exhale.  "It's _so_ easy to get used to smoking once you
get past the initial revulsion."

   Sheila lit up a B&H Menthol.  "You don't need to tell _me_ that, Lu.  I've
been smoking for years, remember?"  She expelled a thick stream of smoke.  "So
I gather John's smoking with you now?"

   "Yeah, but how did you know?"

   "The new brand," Sheila smiled.  "Somebody introduced you to Marlboro 100s.
I figured it must've been John who converted you to Reds."

   "Yeah," Luanne grinned sheepishly.  "John smokes these.  After we had sex
late Friday night, which was the second time we fucked that day, John asked me
to try one of his.  I could tell it was important to him for some reason.  So
I did.  I like 'em.  They taste stronger than the Benson & Hedges Menthol
Lights.  I kind of like the pure tobacco taste of the Marlboro 100s."  She
smiled and quietly put the cork-tipped cigarette in her mouth.  She sealed her
lips around the filter and dragged long and hard before deeply inhaling.  "For
some reason John's happy when I smoke the same brand he does," she mused.  She
paused to exhale one more thick torrent of smoke.  "And since I really like
this brand it makes me happy, too."

   "But nothing else to report?  You're not miserable smoking or anything, are
you?"

   "No, I'm certainly not miserable," Luanne admitted with a wry smile.  "I'm
starting to understand what makes you smokers tick," she went on candidly.
"Smoking's very relaxing.  It's also been great for our sex life.  I talked to
Dr. Thomas earlier today and he says I should just stick with it.  He believes
within another week or so John will finally begin to get grossed out by living
in a house that stinks of smoke."  She giggled.  "Our house really does smell,
Sheila.  Last Thursday I told our housekeeper Maria not to empty any ashtrays.
I told her the same thing when she came today.  I decided not to lift a finger
to clean them out.  Our house smells like one big ashtray.  But so far John
doesn't seem to care.  Maybe he will eventually.  I hope so!"

   "How about you, Luanne.  Do you care?"

   The pretty brunette shrugged.  "It doesn't really bother me much," she
acknowledged stoically.  "Oh God, I never told you about Maria, did I?"

   "Your housekeeper?  No, what about her?"

   "Last Thursday I learned Maria smokes," Luanne giggled.  "To make sure our
house smells I told Maria not to empty the ashtrays.  I also gave her
permission to smoke in the house while she works.  Maria smokes a ton, two
packs a day I guess.  So with John and me smoking all weekend and with Maria
smoking when she's around the house smells worse than ever.  If John's ever
gonna complain I bet it'll happen soon!"

   Finally Sheila couldn't stand it.  "Listen, Lu," she began earnestly.  "Did
you ever think what will happen if John _doesn't_ complain?  What if Dr.
Thomas is wrong?  What if John _likes_ living with you as a smoker?"

   Luanne hesitated.  Without thinking she dragged again on her shrinking
cigarette.  "No, I'm not worried," she said resolutely before exhaling.  "Last
night John complained about our dirty ashtrays.  He even emptied a couple
himself.  I think it'll eventually get to him."  She indecisively manicured
her cigarette in the ashtray.  "No, that's not what worries me."

   "Oh?  Then you _are_ worried about something?"

   Luanne wavered for a moment.  "Yeah, I am worried," she admitted.  "I worry
that if John does ask me to quit I may no want to.  Or I may not be able to,"
she added with a gulp.  "Seriously, Sis, these things get under your skin in
no time flat.  I never imagined I'd feel this way.  I always look forward to
my next cigarette.  As soon as I finish one I want to reach for my pack and
light up another one."  She looked into her sister's eyes.  "I'm afraid I'm
getting addicted!"

   Sheila laughed.  "Lu, addiction is just a state of mind.  Anybody can quit
smoking if they really want to.  I wouldn't worry about that."

   "Yeah, I know I can do anything if I want to bad enough.  That's the
trouble.  I fear I won't _want_ to quit smoking when the time finally comes."
Lowering her voice to a whisper she went on.  "I really like to smoke, Sheila.
God, I like it a lot now!"

   Sheila smirked.  "Duh, yeah!  Look in the mirror, Luanne.  You smoke full
flavor Marlboro 100s.  You smoke a pack a day.  The habit is growing on you.
But that's not the best part.  Your husband's incredibly turned on every time
you light up.  You love being the center of his attention.  Who wouldn't?
Your sex life has never been sweeter.  What's not to like?  Frankly I think
you should have your head examined if you think about quitting!"

   Luanne took a last drag and crushed her cigarette in the ashtray.  "But
it's so bad for me," she groaned.  "Smoking's terrible for my health.  It's
bad for me and for all of us!"

   "But being in a sexless dead marriage is good for you?  God, Lu, I'm no
shrink, but here's what I think.  Suppose John never gets grossed out by the
stink and mess caused by both you guys smoking.  Suppose he never asks you to
quit.  Well, in my book you should thank your lucky stars!  It means you
becoming a smoker makes John happy.  Plus, you don't exactly hate it.  It's
the best thing to ever happen to your sorry marriage.  You don't want to give
all that up, now do you?"

   The pretty brunette shook her head.  Automatically she reached for another
Marlboro 100.  "No, I don't want to give it up.  You're right.  But there's
more, Sheila.  Much more"  She lit up her next cigarette.  "I told you about
those smoking web sites John visits?"  Her little sister nodded.  "Well, I
started to look at 'em myself.  At first I only intended to research his
fetish.  But something happened," she groaned pitifully.  "Now I agree with
John.  I don't know why but now I feel like smoking's extremely sexy."  She
lowered her voice to a murmur.  "I mean I get turned on by it now myself."

   Sheila whistled.  "Oh-my-God," she said in a staccato tone.  "Does John
know?"

   "No, no one knows."  She paused.  "Except Maria.  She does."

   "Your housekeeper knows?"

   "Yeah, last Thursday Maria caught me looking at that web site with girls
who smoke having lesbian sex."  She saw the disbelief on Sheila's face.
"Yeah, that's right, smoking lesbians.  Weird, huh?  But the very first time I
saw it I was hooked.  I couldn't stop staring.  God, for some reason it's such
a huge turn on.  You can't even imagine.  I totally see why John likes it.
That's the problem, Sheila.  I've become just like John."

   "But why lesbian sex, Lu?  You never ??"

   "Oh yeah I did," Luanne said uneasily.  Automatically she dragged on her
cigarette.  "Back in college I had a relationship with this girl named
Michelle.  No one ever knew but it was awesome.  I almost forgot about it till
?.  Well, till I saw the web site," she admitted, exhaling albeit reluctantly.
"I don't know why I'm telling you, Sheila.  But I have to tell someone and I
can't tell John.  Yeah, it's like my lust for girls got reborn.  Only now I
want them to smoke.  Or maybe I _need_ them to.  That's what happened with
Maria and me.  See, Maria likes girls, too."

   "Oh my God," Sheila gasped.  "You don't mean you ??"

   "Yep," Luanne acknowledged.  "I'm cheating on John with our housekeeper.
Sheila, I don't know if it's wrong or not.  All I know is I love it.  I think
I've always been bi but was afraid to face it.  I don't love John any less.
But I sure as hell want to keep making love with Maria.  Shit, I can't give
that up.  I just can't!"

   Her little sister shook her head.  "Jeez, Luanne, I always thought you were
the clean living one in our family."  She smiled philosophically.  "Guess I
was wrong, huh?  Now you smoke and you say you don't want to quit.  You swear
all the time, almost as bad as me," she added with a rueful grin.  "You and
John rediscovered awesome sex because of you smoking.  But secretly you're
fooling around with another woman on the side.  Holy Christ!  You're a study
in contrasts, Luanne.  I never would've thought."

   Luanne sighed.  "Yeah, well, me neither, Sheila.  Me neither.  I don't know
what the hell to do.  John shows no sign of wanting me to quit smoking.  But
even if he did I'm not sure I want to.  Not now.  And my sexual appetite is
uncontrollable, partly I suppose because every time I light up it makes me
wet."  She hit on her cigarette.  "The shock therapy experiment Dr. Thomas
suggested turned out to be a total bust!"

   "Yeah, well, maybe not," Sheila interrupted.  "After all, aren't you
happier than you were a couple weeks ago?"

   Luanne smiled.  "Yeah, you're right, I guess I am.  John and I get along
great since I started to smoke.  And not only do I like smoking.  I also like
feeling turned on all the time.  It's highly enjoyable.  The bisexual thing is
the tricky part.  What if John finds out about me and Maria?  I don't want to
stop screwing around with her.  But I also don't want to trash my marriage."
She lowered her voice.  "If John finds out I'm unfaithful and divorces me, I
might not get a dime."  She shook her head.  "That terrifies me, Sheila.  I'd
be poor again, like you."

   "Yeah, just like me," Sheila agreed bitterly.  "And God, Lu, you don't want
to be poor like me."  She smiled ironically.  "Well, I won't tell a soul your
secrets.  I suggest you just keep playing it out.  Keep smoking.  See how John
reacts.  If it doesn't burst his bubble like Dr. Thomas thinks, what do you
lose?  Not a damn thing!  You admit you like to smoke.  So what if it never
upsets John?  If I were you I'd just keep living my life, my new life as a
smoker.  And the thing with your housekeeper?  God!  Just be careful.  Don't
let it get out of hand!"

   "Oh, it's already out of hand," Luanne said with a naughty smirk.  "Maria
and I did it again this morning.  She comes every Monday and Thursday.  God,
it was as good today as it was last week.  Maria loves doing it almost as much
as I do.  She really is a shameless little slut," Luanne giggled wickedly.
"But God, is she ever good in bed!  This bisexual thing is so fuckin' hot.
Honest, Sheila, you should definitely try it!"

   Sheila laughed aloud.  "Oh my God!  I don't believe it.  This is the
weirdest yet.  My conservative sister, Ms. Goody Two Shoes, is trying to
fuckin' corrupt me.  Now _that's_ a switch for sure!"

   "Yeah, it is, "Luanne acknowledged.  "You're right, though, Sheila.  I'll
just keep going awhile and see what happens."  She smiled.  "After all, it's
not like I'm having a hard time."

   "Yeah, I can tell," Sheila said with a facetious grin.  "Come on, Lu.
Before we go let's have just one more cigarette!"  So they did.

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