It was ten thirty on a Friday night and as usual I was stood in the bedroom looking out the window, waiting for the rustling of bed sheets to stop. When they did, I pushed down my pyjama bottoms and climbed in beside my wife Mary, who lay on her back staring at the ceiling.
"Are you ready dear?" She asked.
I was, so she pulled her nightdress up a little higher, giving me permission to lay on top. My cock searched for the pleasure house but failed so I used a hand to guide it. Mary grimaced when she felt the slight touch of a finger but made no complaint. This time my cock slipped inside with ease. There were some Fridays when we had to give up.
She nodded so I began to thrust slowly. As always, I lay on her supporting some of my weight on my left arm. Ten minutes later my passion began to grow. It would be over soon. My right hand strayed from her side and moved close to her breast.
"Keep to the matter in hand dear." Mary said without feeling.
I did and ejaculated inside her two minutes later. I rolled off straight away, turning my back so I wouldn't see her dealing with the problem, which she wiped away with a towel held in her left hand. She rose to wash. Five minutes later I heard her bedroom door close.
And that was it, the same as most Fridays since I'd married her two years earlier. To be fair to Mary it wasn't her fault. She and her sister Joan had been brought up by parents with extreme religious beliefs, especially when it came to sex. Both were receiving therapy so there was hope for the future.
I loved her, genuinely adored her. She was intelligent, cheery, fun to be with. I would never think of leaving her but at twenty-five I was getting frustrated to say the least.
The next day I went to see my brother-in-law, Bert, who said he had something important for me. Joan made us coffee and then went to do some ironing. Bert couldn't wait to show what he had.
It didn't look much, basically a three-inch metal stick with a small fan on top.
"It's a relaxator." He said, excitement was shivering on him as he explained more.
Basically, the relaxator was a kind of hypnotic wand that only worked on women. It made them more pliable to suggestions from the men close to them. When used they would do as you wished as long as it wasn't murder, theft, that kind of thing.
An instruction sheet advised to start slowly. Cook dinner, or bring beer were a good start. It didn't mention sex but that was obviously on Berts mind.
"It's a toy, it doesn't work." I scoffed.
"Already has." Bert said beaming a smile. "Last night, full on sex."
"It was Friday night." I replied knowing he had the same problem as me.
"No, it was more." He said pushing his tongue into the side of his cheek as if he were afraid of actually saying it.
That was a bit annoying, and I said so. They were in therapy, and he was making fun of them. He raised his eyes and shook his head and shouted Joan down explaining she was still under the influence.
"Take your top off Joan." Bert said in his normal voice.
She undid her blouse and gave to him. He waved a hand, and she removed her bra, dropping it to the floor. I sat open mouthed, struck dumb by what I had witnessed. I had known Joan for three years; in many ways she was more scarred from the past than my wife. She was always dressed so no skin apart from her face and hands could be seen. Now she was standing before me, with her naked breasts in full view.
"Shall I remove more?" She asked starting to push down her pants.
"No. That's not right." I said firmly.
"Not just yet." Bert said. She walked away still half naked.
"Two of them came to our house instead of next door. Joan opened them by mistake and gave them to me to return. I switched one on and asked her what she thought of my new pen, like it says. At first, she wasn't any different, but I asked her to get me a beer and she did."
"What, beer on a Friday?" I said.
That may sound silly but beer, two cans, could only be consumed on a Saturday when the sun was down.
Bert handed me a relaxator still in its bag, telling me to try it. I took it to shut him up. Back home, after cutting the grass and a host of other jobs I sat outside to enjoy last of the days sunshine and examine the relaxator more closely.
"What's that dear?" Mary asked. She had a plate of sandwiches for me.
I held it up and pushed the little switch, the fan whirled around.
"Have you seen my new pen?" I was grinning, half expecting some funny comment about it.
But instead, Mary looked at it closely and shook her head a little and sighed deeply.
"Could you get me a beer please?" I felt ridiculous, a little stupid to even try it but my heart was racing.
"Do you want a glass with it?" Mary asked, returning with a can of beer and a pint glass.
I was genuinely shocked but thought it was only a few hours early, maybe that was the reason but when later, she fetched a third can I began to believe it may be true. Clouds covered the sun, so I went inside.
"Do you want a beer, Mary?" I asked. She smiled at me and fetched one but when she opened the can it frothed over, soaking her blouse.
"You'd better take that off." I said almost whispering. Without hesitation she stood up and took it off. "And the bra.".
My heart was beating so fast I felt it would burst through my chest. I had never seen her breasts before and to me they were a perfect vision of loveliness. They were large and firm, with pale white skin that made the hard nipples even more inviting. I wanted to hold them, to feel their weight in my hands but I didn't want to move too quickly. I was still struggling with the concept of the relaxator. Was she stood before me of her own free will, did the relaxator only bring out what she wanted to do. That's what it said in the instructions.
Without being told what to do, Mary knelt before me but still I didn't touch her. I remembered the night before, how she had grimaced when a finger had glanced against her pubic hair.
"Your face is very red, you're sweating. Are you unwell." She asked looking concerned. I shook my head. "Is that causing you distress?" She asked pointing to my groin.
My cock hard grown hard, my belt felt as if it was strangling it.
"Let me help." She said softly and unclasped my belt and the top button of my trousers. She pulled the zip down and smiled. "Is that better?"
She was staring at the bulge now.
"Do you want to touch it?" I asked. If I didn't already believe, this would be the ultimate test for the relaxator.
She reached out and released my cock from my pants and held it in her hand.
