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(c) Copyright Henrik Larsen 2004



Comments are very welcome. You can reach me either through assd or by e-mail 
at henlar@hotmail.com.


This story contains elements of explicit sexual nature.

If, for some reason, you feel offended by erotic stories, then I don't know 
why you have opened this one. Maybe to be offended, so you can complain 
about how awful it is that somebody writes stuff like this. If that's the 
case, my advice is to seek professional help. You need it. If you are not 
allowed to read stories like this, I will not be held responsible, if you 
choose to continue. But don't worry; it's all fantasy.

A great thanks to Mat Twassel and Shae for editing the story.


Reposting or any other use of this story is strictly prohibited without the 
express, written permission of the author.




A little Different.

Chapter one.


"Will it be all right if Louise comes over?" Lisa asked me.

"Sure. I'd planned to do a little work on the car anyway."

Lisa was - and is - my wife and Louise was her best friend. I liked Louise, 
but when the two of them were together they would either be acting like 
silly schoolgirls or talk about boring things like clothes, gossip and their 
mutual interest: books. I read, too, but mainly factual books and if I read 
fiction I read crime. Lisa and Louise read romantic stuff, not exclusively, 
but those were usually the kind of books they discussed. In other words: 
they preferred to talk without having to look at the bored expression on my 
face, and I preferred to do something useful while they chatted.

Louise came over around three o'clock and we all had a cup of coffee before 
I went out into the garage to work on the car. It wasn't much, just a little 
scratch on the left door I wanted to fix before the rust attacked. I had a 
nice big garage fitted with just about everything I needed to do normal 
maintenance on our car. I was not a home mechanic, if you know what I mean, 
but I could do small things like change an airfilter. The only thing needed 
in the garage was running water; I had to go into the kitchen.

The kitchen was next to the living room where Lisa and Louise were chatting 
away. It was never my intention to sneak in unnoticed and eavesdrop on their 
conversation, but either I was very quiet or they thought I couldn't hear 
them. I heard them, but the words passed through me until a few caught my 
attention.

"... I want, you know, something to happen. You know, do it a little 
different."

It was Lisa's voice and Louise replied.

"What do you mean? In bed?"

"Um-hm."

"What?"

"I don't know. I mean, Tom is more or less my first," Lisa said.


I'm Tom. Lisa and I met when we were eighteen and got married at the tender 
age of twenty. Neither of us were terribly experienced when we met and it 
had never been a problem, or so I thought.

"I thought it was okay with the two of you," Louise said.

"It is! It doesn't matter, really. It's just... it's nothing, really. Did 
you read Fay Weldon's new novel?"

Perhaps Louise could hear it as well. I could; the disappointment in Lisa's 
voice. I went out again. It hurt at first. I didn't realise until that 
moment, but one of worst things you can tell a man is that he is boring in 
bed. Then I felt angry. We made love two to three times a week and I always 
thought of her first. Not only that but it was always me who had to take the 
initiative and it was never me who was too tired to make love. What was 
wrong? What was it she wanted?

Our lovemaking followed a pattern; she was right about that. We cuddled up 
close together. I usually began to caress her tits. My hand would move down 
to her pussy and start "warming her up". When she was ready I would enter 
her while I still stimulated her clit. After she had climaxed we would 
either continue in this position or I would get on top of her. It varied a 
little. Sometimes it would last ten minutes, sometimes an hour. What was 
wrong? This question led to new questions: if she wanted more, what was it 
and would it be something I wanted, too? Did I want things to be different?

My anger slowly disappeared while I began thinking about what I wanted. For 
beginners it would be nice if she showed a little initiative and interest in 
sex sometimes. She was interested in sex. She wasn't just lying there, 
waiting for me to do my thing and get it over with. It was just that I 
always had to start it. I wondered how she would react if I said I was too 
tired?

Perhaps it would also be fun to do it at a different time of day and in 
another place. We had showered together once a long time ago and it had been 
so much fun. It was after a party and we'd both been slightly intoxicated. 
Lisa was more relaxed when she'd had a few drinks. I did bring it up later 
but Lisa had some vague excuse about the shower stall being too small and 
that was the end of it. I had tried to seduce her a couple of times in the 
middle of the day and even in the morning, but she always had some excuse 
for not doing it.

The more I thought about it, the more unfair it seemed to be that she 
complained to Louise about our love life being too monotonous. If anyone was 
to blame, it was she, not me. My anger grew again and I almost polished the 
paint I had applied right off again.

There was one thing I had never suggested: oral sex. I had done it with one 
of the two girls I had known before I met Lisa. Back then, I thought of it 
as a pre-intercourse form of sex, meaning that at the time we did it, we 
hadn't gone all the way yet. Once I had tried the real thing I sort of 
forgot about oral sex, but lately it had crossed my mind and I remembered it 
as being very enjoyable. Lisa and I had never done it and I didn't know if 
Lisa had tried it at all. Perhaps I had been too shy to bring it up. In the 
four years we had known each other we had never really talked about our sex 
life.

That evening we watched a movie on the telly until late. After the movie 
Lisa yawned and said that she was awfully tired. I didn't bother to suggest 
anything.

Sunday morning after breakfast, Lisa took a bath. She came out wearing her 
short bathrobe. It only just covered her lovely buttocks and made her look 
very sexy. I moved up behind her and began massaging her shoulders. She 
liked that and leaned back against me. So far so good. I gave her shoulders 
a good massage before I moved my hands down the opening in the front and 
cupped her breasts.

"Perhaps we should go back to bed," I whispered in her ear.

She didn't protest. I could feel her nipples grow harder and I began to 
gently tease them between my fingers. It was part of our normal foreplay and 
she usually loved it. Her nipples were sensitive and sometimes it was enough 
to tease them with my fingers and tongue to make her wet and ready. Perhaps 
this time...

"I got to get dressed," she said and snaked out of my arms. She was blushing 
and giggling shyly as she disappeared towards the bedroom, leaving me more 
frustrated than I had been the day before.


It just wouldn't leave my mind. It made me frustrated, excited, and angry, 
but it couldn't forget her remark. Apparently I wasn't doing the right 
thing. I thought of a million things I could do until I finally decided that 
the only way was to talk about it. We were both adults, we were married, and 
we should be able to talk about it like adults. My main problem was how I 
was going to bring the subject up without admitting that I had listened in 
on their conversation. It took me another day to figure out.

Suddenly it hit me: Perhaps Lisa knew I was in the kitchen and could hear 
her. I was simply going to tell her that I overheard the conversation and 
ask her what she meant. Easy, really, but it proved hard to find the right 
time to bring it up. At last, on Friday evening, Lisa mentioned Louise' 
visit the previous Saturday and I took the opportunity.

"When I went into the kitchen to get some water, I heard you say something 
to Louise about missing something when we make love. I never heard the end 
of it. What is it you're missing?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

Lisa blushed furiously. "I... it was... I mean, it was just..."

I interrupted her. "Come on. I want it to be as good for you as you are for 
me. Please tell me."

"I... I'm not really sure. I...Just feel that I - we could do things, you 
know, perhaps different."

"But you never want to do anything except when we do it the way we usually 
do."

I felt the anger rise within me and tried hard not to let it show.

"I do. I just don't know ...how."

"Every time I try to do something, like Sunday, when you came out of the 
shower, you reject me," I said.

I said it harsher than I had intended to and she looked hurt.

"But I do want to. I just ... I wanted to but I couldn't let go. Perhaps if 
you had been more persistent..."

"How am I to know when you don't want to and when you want to? It's not like 
I can read you mind and I don't want to bleeding rape you!"

Lisa looked down at the floor and I could see that I had really hurt her 
feelings.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Love. I didn't mean to yell at you. It's just so frustrating 
sometimes. I will do anything you want to, but it's impossible if I don't 
know what you want."

I pulled Lisa close to me and hugged her, while I silently cursed myself for 
overreacting this way. We sat in silence for a while until Lisa cleared her 
throat and looked up at me.

"Do you think sex with me is boring?" she asked.

I was taken by surprise.

"Me? No. I mean, sometimes it would be nice if we... sort of..."

I found myself wavering as much as Lisa did. Neither of us were very good at 
it; talking about sex. Why did it have to be so hard to talk about sex with 
my own wife? I had talked about sex numerous times with guys and at parties 
with people I hardly knew, no problem, but now I was blushing and couldn't 
get the words out. I really wanted to say a lot more, but the words stuck in 
my throat. I seriously tried to pull myself together.

"We could vary it a little, like do it in the middle of the day and not 
necessarily do it in the bed, if you know what I mean," I said and added: 
"but only if you want to, too."

I could feel my cheeks burning. At least it was a beginning.

"I know I haven't been behaving like I want to, but I do and I'll try not to 
run away," Lisa said.

She made it sound like a sacrifice, maybe because she still was upset.

"I don't want to push you to do something you don't want to do," I said.

I could feel the irritation rise again within me, but I manage to hide it 
this time.

"Why don't you tell me what you want?" I continued. "You are allowed to take 
the first step, too."

I said the last part with a smile to ease up the tension.

"I just want to keep you, always. I don't want you to grow tired of me," she 
hesitated, "and perhaps I also want to be less ... restrained. It's just so 
difficult to let go."

"Why? We know each other and you know I would never grow tired of you. 
There's no reason to be so shy about it."

I found it as hard as she did, and it was as much an encouragement to myself 
as it was to her.

"I'll try," Lisa said. "Just be patient with me."

She smiled and snuggled up close to me with her head in my lap. We had the 
telly turned on because we had planned to see a movie, but it was pretty 
boring and I couldn't really concentrate. I stroked Lisa's hair, feeling 
generally relieved that we had finally talked about it, when I noticed that 
her breathing was slow and deep. She had fallen asleep. Even though I had 
planned for us to have sex, I couldn't really get worked up about it. She 
looked so cute, lying with her head in my lap. I didn't want to wake her up, 
but I was beginning to feel sleepy as well. I gently woke her and we went to 
bed.

I thought about things that we might do, if I could get myself to say it to 
Lisa. Before I fell asleep I convinced myself that it wasn't so hard after 
all and I would prove it to Lisa and myself in the morning.


To be continued.




Chapter 2.


I woke earlier than usual Saturday morning. Lisa was still sleeping and I 
went to the bathroom quietly, taking my clothes with me. After a quick 
shower I made breakfast. My plan was to serve breakfast in bed, but when I 
looked in on Lisa she was awake. I hated crumbs in the bed and she was about 
to get up anyway, so we ate breakfast in the kitchen as usual.

Lisa had put on her short bathrobe. Thinking about last night I was about to 
seduce her in the middle of our breakfast, but I had promised my younger 
brother to drive him to the station at ten and decided to wait until after I 
got back, hoping that Lisa hadn't started doing something before that. On 
any other Saturday she would take a shower and then finish reading the paper 
and not be ready to do anything until noon, but...

After sending my brother off on holiday I went home, half expecting Lisa to 
be engaged in something she couldn't possibly postpone. I guess I was 
preparing myself for another disappointment, but I was pleasantly surprised 
when I found her reading the paper on the couch, still wearing the bathrobe. 
Her hair was wet and when I came in she smiled shyly, put the paper down, 
and stood up.

"Did you get him on the train all right?" she asked, giggling shyly as if 
she was saying something naughty.

"I did."

I approached her slowly and put my arms around her.

"Did he have a lot of luggage?" she asked.

"No. A pair of trunks and a toothbrush. He's travelling light."

"I guess he's going to be in or around the water most of the time," she 
giggled.

"Perhaps water on the outside, but definitely alcohol for inside use," I 
replied.

"Do you think he'll..."

My younger brother and his friends were a wild bunch; still her interest in 
his luggage and general well being was a bit strange, everything considered. 
I took a firm grip on her bottom. Lisa stopped talking and giggled. My hands 
touched bare skin where I'd expect to touch her panties. To my knowledge she 
didn't own a pair of g-string panties. Lisa thought her bottom was too big 
to look good in sexy lingerie, which it certainly wasn't, if you ask me, so 
her bare buttocks could only mean that she had "forgotten" to put on her 
panties. My surprise must have shown. Lisa blushed and sniggered timidly.

"You know, I love you so much and you have the most wonderful bottom 
imaginable," I said.

"You're only saying that to get your way with me."

"No, and that doesn't seem to be necessary anyway," I replied.

"It's too big."

"No it's not. It's perfect. It's soft and smooth, but it's firm, too. I 
could eat it."

I knelt down, pushed up her bathrobe and sank my teeth into her left 
buttock. Lisa squealed and reached for the table to steady herself. I 
covered her buttocks with kisses and soft bites. Her arse was perfect and I 
could have gone on for hours. Lisa had spread her legs a little to keep her 
balance and I caressed the smooth skin of her inner thigh while I continued 
to kiss her buttocks. She stopped giggling and her breathing became a little 
faster. Her scent was fresh after the shower, a musky fragrance mixed with 
that of the soap. My urge to taste her was bigger than ever but she was 
leaning forward towards the table and it would be pretty difficult to get 
into a good position to do it.

I got up and she turned to face me again. Her skin was flushed all the way 
down to her chest. When I reached down to undo her bathrobe, she began 
pulling my shirt up. I let go of her to allow her to pull the shirt over my 
head before I began pushing the robe from her shoulders. She didn't have 
time to get her arms free. Her hands were busy unbuckling my belt, opening 
the button in my trousers and pulling down the zipper. Then she let her robe 
drop to the floor and my jeans went the same way. I couldn't wait any longer 
and I took the rest of my clothes off very quickly.

I reached out to pull her close to me but she snaked out of my grip.

"Let's go into the bedroom. The neighbours can see us here," she said and 
rushed off.

I followed her with my eyes, especially enjoying the way her buttocks 
quivered when she ran. She really did have a perfect behind. In the bedroom 
she jumped playfully onto the bed and rolled over on her back. Her front 
side was not bad, either. I lay down next to her and we engaged in a deep 
kiss like we would normally do, but I had plans. When we broke the kiss I 
began kissing my way down her neck and chest to her breasts. There was 
nothing unusual about that either and Lisa suspected nothing until I 
abandoned her nipples and began to move down over her stomach.

The lower part of her abdomen was terribly sensitive and ticklish and she 
jerked and squealed as I passed it with my mouth, but once I'd reached her 
thigh she relaxed again. It took some moving around to get into position 
between her legs. I began to kiss my way up her inner thigh and even though 
I could feel she was a little tense, she let me do what I wanted to do until 
I reached her pussy. Then she momentarily tried to pull her legs together.

"What are you..."

She cut herself off before she finished the sentence and spread her legs 
again. She was still tense. I gently kissed the top of her turf and moved 
slowly down. Lisa was quite hairy and it took a little while to untangle the 
hair with my tongue. Her taste was intoxicating. I licked from her opening 
and upwards to her clit. Lisa had been holding her breath, but when my 
tongue touched her clit she inhaled sharply. Her tension didn't ease and for 
a moment I was wondering if she liked it at all, but my worries were put to 
rest.

"Please don't stop," she gasped.

At that point I knew for sure that she liked it, not only because she didn't 
want me to stop, but she had never ever said anything during sex before. It 
may sound ridiculous but these three words were an incredible turn on. I 
doubled my efforts and it became even better: she began to moan and whimper 
and put her hands on my head, forcing my face into her pussy. She was 
already showing the first signs of her approaching orgasm and within less 
than a minute she clamped her thighs hard together around my head. When she 
finally released my head I crawled up to her.

"That was so wonderful," she gasped.

"It was," I grinned and tried to kiss her, but she avoided me, giggling. I 
realised that her juices was smeared out over the lower part of my face and 
wiped my face with the back of my hand. Then Lisa kissed me, but she broke 
off after a few seconds.

"Do I taste like that?" she asked.

I nodded. She kissed me again, tentatively.

"That's not so bad," she said.

"You taste so good."

We kissed again, gently at first but with increasing passion and I began to 
move on top of Lisa. She willingly spread her legs and still kissing we 
tried to get into the right position for me to enter. It took a lot of 
rubbing and wriggling our hips until I felt the head catch the right spot 
and could sink into her soft, hot and very wet cave. We broke the kiss and I 
raised my upper body on my arms. I guess it was the same as it used to be, 
but it felt a lot more exciting this time. We moved slowly and I arched my 
back to get better contact with her pussy. She responded by rotating her 
hips. I basically just kept my cock deep inside her and we pressed against 
each other.

Lisa's eyes and face showed concentration. She grabbed hold of my arms to 
get better leverage and ground herself harder against me. I was tempted to 
pick up speed and build up to my orgasm, but the concentrated look on her 
face, her eyes now closed, and her increased breathing, stopped me. I moved 
in small circles until her hips began to rotate more urgently, making it 
virtually impossible for me to remain passive.

I pulled back slowly and moved forward fast. She met my thrust with a low 
moan. We picked up speed and Lisa's moans turned into whimpering. My arms 
were shaking, but relieving the strain would mean disrupting our rhythm and 
it was too late for that. I could sense that Lisa was close to a second 
orgasm and I felt like superman. She had never had two orgasms in a row 
before and never had an orgasm without me stimulating her clit with my 
fingers. Unfortunately my excitement grew too fast and there was nothing I 
could do to stop it. I exploded and Lisa frantically tried to grind herself 
against me but I'd come just a little too early for her to follow. She 
relaxed and we lay in the aftermath for a while without speaking.

"I love you," she whispered in my ear.

"I love you, too" I whispered back. "I'm sorry I couldn't hold back a little 
longer."

"It doesn't matter. It was sooo good."


We kissed and cuddled a lot more the rest of that day than we normally 
would. It was like when we first met and were madly in love. We had to touch 
each other all the time. A couple of times we kissed very passionately - the 
kind of kiss that takes your breath away and makes your legs tremble. I 
think we were madly in love again. We hadn't made love twice in a day 
before, not even when we had just met, but that was about to change.






Chapter 3.

We prepared dinner and did the dishes together afterwards. We hadn't planned 
anything special for dinner but we felt like sharing a bottle of wine and 
Lisa put a candle on the table as well, even though it was summer and the 
sun was still shining outside.

Later that evening we cuddled up on the couch with a drink. The telly was 
pretty boring, showing reruns of movies we had already seen at least twice, 
and we spent most of the evening talking. A little after ten, which was 
pretty early by our standards, Lisa said that she wanted to go to bed, but 
she wanted to take a shower first and she said nothing about being tired. 
She often showered before going to bed. It made it easier for her to fall to 
sleep because a warm shower was so relaxing, she claimed. Not that she ever 
had any problems falling asleep, and I suspected it was more because she 
loved to stand in the shower. She always used up all of the hot water.

"Want me to join you in the shower?" I asked.

I didn't even have time to think about it before I asked. It suddenly seemed 
so easy. Lisa hesitated for a second, but then she smiled and nodded.

The shower stall was really small and we couldn't do anything but shower. I 
dropped the soap once and we had to turn off the water and open the door to 
be able to bend down and get it. It was fun anyway. The soap made our bodies 
slick, and standing behind Lisa, playing with her soapy breasts, was 
extremely wonderful. I bet her breasts had never been so clean before.

Clean and dry we headed off to the bedroom. Lisa curled up on the bed.

"I feel so sleepy," she said.

Even though she couldn't keep a straight face I played along.

"I'll have to wake you up then."

"You think you can?"

"I could tickle you," I said.

"No, you wouldn't. That would be mean."

I turned her over on her back and ran my hand up over her stomach, between 
her breasts up to her lips.

"I could kiss you," I suggested.

"That might help a little," Lisa replied.

We kissed but Lisa still looked very sleepy. I trailed my finger down over 
her chin to her breasts, circling her left nipple.

"I could kiss you here."

"You could try," she yawned.

I was suddenly afraid that her acting would suddenly lead to her falling 
asleep on me, but her wicked smile convinced me that it wasn't going to 
happen. Her nipples were swollen and hard when I stopped, but despite this 
and even though her breathing had become ragged, she claimed she was just 
about to fall asleep.

"Perhaps I should consider tickling you," I said and moved my finger 
dangerously near that very sensitive spot in her groin.

"Noooo," she squealed.

"Then perhaps I should kiss you here," I said and placed my finger on her 
labia.

"I'm sure that will help."

After so much washing and drying it was incredible that there were any loose 
hairs, but I had to stop a couple of times to get hairs out of my mouth. The 
interruptions annoyed both of us but they couldn't spoil the fun. She moaned 
contentedly when I began licking her clit in earnest and she was much more 
relaxed than she was the first time. I was so caught up in it that I 
continued to lick her after she had climaxed and didn't stop until she 
pushed me away.

I remembered to wipe my face before I kissed her but she had no reservations 
and let her tongue explore my mouth. While we kissed she tried to make me 
get on top of her, but for some reason I decided to resists and instead 
pulled her on top of me. My cock was caught between us. Lisa smiled and 
moved up a little until my cock was free; then she moved back until it was 
rubbing against her pussy. I could feel the warm softness of her lips as she 
moved her hips up and down. It was exciting to feel her grind herself 
against me, but she stopped much too soon. Apparently she had other plans 
and got up on her hands and knees.

She gave me a brief, nervous glance before she lowered her head and kissed 
my chest. Basically copying what I'd done earlier, she kissed her way down 
from my chest to my crotch where she stopped and looked up at me again. I 
knew her well enough to notice the anxiousness in her eyes, but I was more 
surprised that she was doing this at all. I had expected I would have to ask 
her to do it, if I wanted it.

The first touch was just a light kiss on the tip that made my cock jerk. Her 
tongue ran over her lips to taste the moisture seeping from my cock. I 
couldn't tell what her reaction was, but I guess it tasted okay. Without 
further hesitation she opened her mouth and took as much as she could 
inside: a little more, actually. Coughing and gagging she had to let go 
again.

"I'm sorry. I'm not..." she had to clear her throat again.

"It's fine," I assured her.

She tried again, this time taking it slower. Her tongue circled around the 
head, but she hadn't pulled back the foreskin and I felt like pushing 
deeper. If I had done so she would probably have choked on it, so I waited. 
After she pulled back and looked me anxiously.

"It's so wonderful," I said.

She smiled shyly and took my cock in again. This time her lips were a bit 
closer together and the foreskin was pulled back. Again, her tongue caressed 
my head and it was almost too much. I jerk and Lisa pulled back and looked 
up at me, frightened.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No, it's fine. Really fine, actually."

"I... I don't want you to come in my mouth," she said.

"I'll tell you when to stop. I want to be inside you, too."

I didn't have much experience when it came to oral sex. I'd only done it 
with one girl prior to this evening, but what Lisa was doing felt good and 
right. She continued to use her tongue but she also began to move her head 
up and down. She was driving me up the walls and I really wanted to push 
deeper and come it her warm, soft mouth, but a promise was a promise.

"You better stop now," I said.

She had only done it for a minute or two, but it was either that or I'd go 
crazy. Lisa sat back and looked at my cock, standing straight up in the air. 
Instead of lying down next to me, she crawled up and until her crotch was 
right over my cock. She tried to impale herself on my cock but after three 
attempts she had to use her hand to steer my cock into her burning hot cave.

I can't say it felt much different with her on top, but the view was 
magnificent and I had both hands free. Lisa settled on me and straightened 
her back. That felt different: the tip of my cock touched something inside 
her. She gasped and sat completely still. I reached up and cupped her tits, 
feeling the weight in my hands. God, she had lovely tits.

Lisa moved tentatively; a little forward, then a little backwards, my cock 
still as deep as it could go. Her inside was tickling the tip of my cock and 
it felt incredibly good. I was unsure what the look of her face meant. Her 
eyes were closed, mouth slightly open and she inhaled in short gasps, every 
now and then with deep sharp intake of air, very concentrated and tense. I 
hoped it was as good for her as it was for me.

She changed pace and her motions intensified. I focused on her nipples, 
brushing them lightly in the beginning, then pinching and pulling them as 
she became more and more aroused. This time it was going to happen. I felt 
nowhere near orgasm, probably because I'd already come once that day, 
whereas Lisa sounded like she was getting there soon.

Her orgasm came as a surprise to me, even though I could hear she was close. 
Suddenly Lisa began to whimper and grind frantically against me. Her abdomen 
convulsed and her thighs squeezed me. She didn't stop to catch her breath 
but leaned forward and began to ride me in earnest. Like before when she 
sucked my cock, I felt like meeting her thrust and this time I did it. Lisa 
bounced up and down, still whimpering. We increased the speed until we 
almost got out of sync. The brief disturbance was enough to get me going. I 
pumped into her with all my might and exploded.

One could argue that an orgasm is an orgasm, and up until then that was my 
general conviction, but this one convinced me otherwise. It was better than 
any other orgasm I'd had so far. It is not something I can put into words, 
it was just more intense and I felt completely exhausted and satisfied 
afterwards. Lisa was lying on top of me, apparently also washed out. We 
didn't move until my cock softened and fell out, causing a flush of our 
juices to run out over me and onto the sheet. In the heat of it all we had 
forgotten to put a towel under us. Lisa was usually very cautious about 
that, but tonight she didn't get upset about it. She curled up next to me 
and we fell asleep in seconds.


A new pattern in our love life evolved. I would usually lick Lisa to her 
first orgasm and then we would make love. Sometimes she reached a second 
orgasm before I peaked, sometimes not. We still did it side by side and with 
me on top, but also with her on top every now and then. She rarely took my 
cock into her mouth and we didn't talk about that. That was one thing that 
hadn't changed, but it didn't seem to matter. Our love life had been given a 
boost and I felt no need to ask for anything.


To be continued.



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