Shock Therapy, Part 5

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SHOCK THERAPY

5.	Therapy Ends.

   For two weeks Luanne did exactly that.  She continued to live her new life
as a smoker and patiently waited till John came to his senses.  Each day she
smoked a whole pack of Marlboro 100s, give or take a few.  She met once with
Dr. Thomas, but only to report that John  showed no sign he was unhappy with
her smoking.  Instead his smoking increased.  He couldn't smoke at work so
therefore he didn't smoke nearly as many cigarettes as did Luanne.  But he did
come to average half a pack a day, most of it in the evenings as he and Luanne
smoked while reveling in their surprisingly rejuvenated sex life.  No longer
did John have trouble getting it up.  But that wasn't the only change.  Luanne
herself felt strangely sensual and sexually stimulated by smoking while they
had sex.  Cigarettes gave her personal sexual stimulation a big boost.  All
the changes wrought in her by the IRL Exposed site seemed permanent.

   After John left for the office each day Luanne fired up the computer.  She
spent hours leering at the sexy beauties smoking on that web site.  She also
began to visit the regular In Real Life site.  It didn't have sex or nudity
but the visual stimulus of lovely young girls smoking excited her almost as
much as the more overtly sexual material.  She found several other smoking
fetish sites.  Like she admitted to Sheila, she'd become just like John and
she loved it.

   Her routine changed Mondays and Thursdays since on those days Maria came.
Making love with the lovely Venezuelan beauty was different than fucking John;
different though strangely exciting.  But there was no love in her
relationship with Maria.  It was just sex, pure and simple, though damn good
sex!  Maria learned to push Luanne's buttons by smoking seductively before,
during and after.  Maria's work productivity fell off but Luanne didn't give a
shit.  She'd have paid anything for the pleasure she experienced.

   After two weeks she finally sat down with John one evening.  "Look, hon, I
think it's time we talked about something."

   "Oh?"

   Luanne felt nervous.  She'd been dreading this moment.  So to calm herself
she reached for a cigarette.  Once she lit up she double-pumped, a trick she
mastered after seeing it done on a smoking fetish site.  She liked double
pumping when she fired up a new cigarette.  It gave her a little extra
nicotine boost.

   "John, how do you feel about what's happened to us these last couple
weeks?"

   He shrugged and reached for a cigarette himself.  "I dunno.  Fine, I think.
Why?  Is there any problem as far as you're concerned?"

   "No," she confessed with a shy smile.  "That's just it.  For me there's no
problem.  I just wonder if _you_ mind the mess of dirty ashtrays being
everywhere in the house.  Or the smell of stale smoke on everything, that sort
of stuff.  Our clothes and furniture and everything reek of smoke these days,
John.  I wonder if it bothers you at all."

   John though a moment.  "No, it doesn't," he admitted.  "To be honest, Lu, I
hardly notice it.  It seems totally normal now.  Why?  Does it bother you?"

   "No, that's what I said.  It doesn't."  She paused to draw on her
cigarette.  "I don't even think about the smell anymore.  And you know how I
feel about the ashtrays," she added with an embarrassed grin.  "I sort of like
seeing them dirty and full.  It kind of turns me on a little."

   "Everything about smoking seems to turn you on these days, Lu.  It looks
like you love everything about it.  You especially like smoking when we fuck."
He grinned.  "I'm glad you don't mind it because I sure don't.  So what's the
problem?  What do we need to discuss?"

   She fidgeted in her chair.  "I need to explain something, John.  The reason
I originally started smoking was different from what I told you."  She hit on
her Marlboro 100 and inhaled deeply.  "When I met Dr. Thomas alone that first
time he told me he felt if I started to smoke all the time around the house
pretty soon you wouldn't like it."  Smoke mixed with her words.  "He called it
shock therapy.  Do you see what I mean?"

   John cocked his head and gave her a quizzical look.  "No, I don't think I
do."

   "It's like this, baby.  Dr. Thomas knew you fantasized about women who
smoke.  But he thought if you actually had to _live_ with a heavy smoker that
you'd grow to hate it.  I mean, he felt you'd start to hate the smell and all
the mess associated it.  So Dr. Thomas suggested I learn to smoke.  Before
long he thought you'd come to your sense and beg me to quit."  She gave him a
weak smile.  "But it hasn't worked out that way, has it?"

   "No, it sure as hell hasn't," John agreed.  His voice had an angry edge.
"God damn it, so it wasn't your idea to do this?"

   "Well, yes and no.  I mean, at first I only pretended that I love to smoke.
I hoped you'd beg me to quit like Dr. Thomas thought."

   "God, I don't believe this," he muttered angrily.  "So you're just
pretending?"

   Luanne shook her head.  "No.  That's what you need to understand.  Over the
last couple weeks things have changed.  I love to smoke now, more than I
thought possible.  But you deserve the truth.  See, I never intended to like
smoking or to become a real smoker.  I only did it because Dr. Thomas said it
was the last chance to save our marriage.  My smoking was supposed to be shock
therapy for you, to jolt you back to reality.  A non-smoking reality," she
added glumly.

   John said nothing.  Luanne put her cigarette to her lips for a sumptuous
drag.  "Trouble was, I began to like it.  Actually I liked smoking from the
start.  I didn't admit it to Dr. Thomas or Sheila.  But I liked it.  I still
do.  God, the truth is, I fuckin' love to smoke!  So that's what I need to
tell you.  I'm glad you don't mind living with a smoker, John.  Truthfully I
don't think I could quit even if you asked me to.  I sure as hell don't want
to," she said, flashing an unashamed smile.  "I've been terrified Dr. Thomas
would turn out to be right.  I was scared you might ask me to quit.  But I
don't want to, John.  I love being a smoker, baby."  Getting up she moved next
to him on the couch.  "I especially like the fact that my smoking turns you on
so much!"

   John frowned.  "So you only did this because Dr. Thomas suggested it as
part of a stupid little scheme?  You thought once I got what I believed I
wanted that I wouldn't want it any more after all?"

   Luanne nodded and nuzzled against him.  "Yeah, that's basically right,
baby.  But I'm so glad it didn't work out that way!"

   "So then, this is true confessions?  You're only telling me this because
things changed?  Because you really _do_ like to smoke after all?"

   "Yeah," Luanne nodded.  "That's right.  Let me say it clearly.  I don't
fuckin' want to quit now, John.  Even if you ask me to I won't do it, and
frankly I don't think I could.  I love to smoke, honey.  It's the best.  So
let's both agree we'll never quit smoking.  Okay?"

   John paused.  "Fine with me, Lu.  But if it's true confessions you should
'fess up to something else."  She looked at him uneasily.  "I logged on to our
computer.  I went to the browser history screen.  You spend a hell of a lot of
time staring at my favorite smoking fetish sites these days, don't you,
honey?"

   She lowered her head and said nothing.

   "Especially In Real Life Exposed, the site I told Dr. Thomas about.  You
know the one?  The pay site."  She slowly nodded.  "You watch the video clips
over and over, especially the lesbian sex scenes, don't you?"  He waited for
his lovely wife's acknowledgment.

   "Yeah, you're right," Luanne groaned.  "At first I checked 'em out because
I was curious.  But something happened, John.  I don't know why but they turn
me.  I can't help myself.  For some reason I react to them just like you.
Smoking seems incredibly sexy to me."  A wry smile covered her lips.
Seductively the pretty brunette raised her cigarette to her lips to drag on
it, sucking a deposit of smoke into her chest.  "It doesn't bother you, does
it, honey?"  She shot him a wicked grin and exhaled as she continued to talk.
"Because you understand, don't you?"

   It was John's turn to grin.  "It doesn't bother me at all, Lu.  I'm shocked
and delighted that you seem to be turned on by pretty girls smoking."  He
moved close to her and planted a kiss on her lips.  "So is that the only
reason you don't want to quit?  The sexual connection?  Because I'd guess by
now you're also experiencing good old fashioned nicotine addiction."

   Luanne smiled.  "Yeah, I think I am addicted.  No, that's not it.  I'm sure
I am.  I feel real strong cravings now," she agreed with a slight nod.  "I
meant it when I said I don't think I can quit.  Not only does the smell not
bother me.  After an hour or so without a cigarette I feel fuckin' crazy
anymore."  She smiled again.  "That's okay, too, isn't it?  You _like_ having
me addicted.  It makes you hot to know I _have_ to smoke now, doesn't it?"

   John nodded.  "I love everything that's happened to you the last few weeks,
baby.  For instance you swear all the time now.  But God, I love that.  It's
music to my ears.  I like you being a bad girl.  And I don't mind that our
house smells like an ashtray.  Shit, I get a fuckin' hard on every time I walk
in the door.  It doesn't bother me you getting turned on by girls smoking.  I
feel the same way.  Finally, I'm sure as hell not upset to hear you say that
you're totally addicted to nicotine."  He kissed her.  "I don't know what Dr.
Thomas expected, Lu, but I wouldn't trade this for anything.  I mean it!"

   Luanne sighed happily as John kissed her, harder this time.  "And Luanne,
you like it too.  Yeah, I know you do, baby.  God, you _really_ do!"  He
rubbed her tits.  "So tell me again you can't help it anymore, Luanne.  Tell
me that you're totally addicted to nicotine now, honey, and that you fuckin'
_need_ to smoke.  Say it, damn it.  God, it turns me on!"

   His fingers massaged her taut nipples through her shirt.  She moaned.  "Oh
God, baby, yeah!  It turns me on, too.  Shit, I've got myself so fuckin'
addicted to nicotine that I can't not smoke," she proclaimed passionately.  "I
need to smoke all the fuckin' time, Johnny, but I love doing it!"  Taking a
last drag from her cigarette she reluctantly crushed it in the ashtray.  As
she exhaled he unbuttoned her shirt and released the hook on her bra.  "I'm a
smoker, baby," she went on with a lusty giggle as he buried his face in her
naked breasts.  "God, I'm totally out of control.  I need to smoke.  I want to
smoke.  I never want to stop.  I finally even started smoking inside my new
Acura.  I swore I'd never do that, but I did.  I couldn't help it.  Now it
smells like shit inside my nice new car but I don't give a damn.  Just like
you, baby, smelling that smoky aroma inside my car and seeing all those old
cigarette butts in my car's ashtray makes me feel _so_ hot!"  She laughed.
"Yeah, I intend to keep smoking honey, whether or not you fuckin' like it!"

   With that John picked her up.  Without another word he began to carry her
into the bedroom.  Luanne responded by covering his face and neck with kisses.
"Oh God, Johnny, thanks for not asking me to quit smoking.  Damn, I love it
when you get turned on!"

   "I'm gonna fuck you tonight, baby," he groaned.  He reached their bedroom
and threw her onto the bed.  He had a sly grin on his face.  "But tell me what
you want before I start.  Tell me!"

   Luanne nodded.  She knew what John wanted to hear.  But it was okay.  She
herself wanted to say it.

   "I want a cigarette."  Luanne whispered it shamelessly.  An evil smirk was
on her face.  "God, I love to smoke when you fuck me."  Brazenly she reached
for the open pack of Marlboro 100s on the nightstand.  Shaking one out she
slipped it between her grinning lips.  "I'm so glad you don't want me to quit
smoking, honey."  With an insolent smirk Luanne held a lighter by the unlit
cigarette that hung from her mouth.  "I meant to give you shock therapy.  But
it turns out I was the one who got the shock.  And it was the shock of my
life!"  With a wicked laugh she clicked her lighter.  She guided the flame to
the Marlboro's tip.  The lit cigarette languorously dangled from her mouth
after she inhaled an initial hit.  "Dr. Thomas would shit his pants if he knew
what happened," she giggled evilly.  She was playing with her wet pussy.  "But
who cares about that idiot?  Without realizing it Dr. Thomas did me the
biggest fuckin' favor imaginable!"

   "Yeah, me, too," he agreed.  He could stand it no longer.  In an instant
John was on the bed with Luanne.  He began foreplay in earnest.  "Don't worry.
We're never going to quit smoking, baby," he whispered in her ear.  "Never!  I
won't let you."

   "You got that right," she groaned blissfully.  She raised her cigarette for
a drag.  "Dr. Thomas' fuckin' shock therapy turned out great.  It turned me
into the perfect lover for you, you smoking pervert!"  She guided the
cigarette to her husband's lips while he removed her panties.  He dragged and
she took it away.  With his chest full of smoke John entered her.  Luanne
groaned.  The fucking began wholeheartedly.

   Thirty minutes later Luanne lit up another cigarette.  She was propped up
in bed naked on her pillows.  John turned toward her.  "You know what, baby?
I'm still going to talk to Dr. Thomas and give him a piece of my mind!"

   "Why, honey?  It worked out great despite his plan.  I became a smoker and
we solved all our marriage problems."  She nuzzled up against him.  "Let it
go, Johnny.  Like all doctors he's a loser!"  Smoke seeped from her lips as
she giggled.

   "No, I mean it.  I paid Dr. Thomas lots of money to get help for our
marriage.  He's damned expensive.  I was paying for help.  But he dreamed up a
cockamamie plan that nearly ruined everything.  He meant for you to trick me.
It pisses me off.  I didn't pay him to come up with a plan to rob me of my
fetish.  He did that on his own."  He leaned over to kiss Luanne.  "I don't
blame you," he added sweetly.  "You were doing what you thought was best at
the time, though I'm glad you finally saw the light."  He paused.  "But Dr.
Thomas needs to get his ass kicked.  If I pay the bills I don't want him
working behind my back trying to fuck with me."

   "Calm down, John," Luanne interrupted.  "It worked out better than anyone
imagined."

   "Doesn't matter," he went on with a firm resolve.  "I'll call his office
and go in to see him tomorrow morning.  I'll give him a fuckin' ear full!"

   Luanne grinned.  "Honey, if it makes you feel better then by all means do
it.  But he _did_ help our marriage.  Dr. Thomas's just stupid; like all
non-smokers.  That's all.  No big deal."

   "I'm going in anyway," John reiterated.  He kissed Luanne again.  "I'm glad
it worked out.  But no one tries to trick me and gets away with it.  Don't you
get it?"

   She shrugged and hit on her cigarette.  "Yeah, I do.  Okay, get it out of
your fuckin' system.  Give the good doctor a piece of your mind."  She exhaled
into her husband's face and dragged again.  "But the guy you should thank is
the guy who runs In Real Life Exposed," she added through a smoky exhale.
"After all, if it wasn't for him none of this would've happened to me!"

   "God, Lu, I love to see you talk and exhale."  He laughed and kissed her.
"I didn't think of that.  But you're right.  He _is_ the guy we should thank!"

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