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A Different Sort Of Lifestyle
Chapter 31: I Want More!
By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2006

Shirley lay in bed staring at the clock in disbelief. Almost two 
hours had passed without her noticing. Her thoughts were 
distracted by the buzzing of the vibrator. She sat up and pulled it 
out from under her. Studying it for a minute, she figured out how 
to turn it off and the room fell silent except for her heavy 
breathing. Lying back down on the bed, she stared up at the 
ceiling.

She rolled over on her side and curled up into a ball while she 
struggled to come to grips with her feelings. Looking back at the 
clock in wonder, she said, "I've gone my whole life and I didn't 
know it could be like that. So much time was lost because I was 
acting like an idiot. If sex with Daryl can be like that then fuck 
being a proper wife. I'm never going to let him out of the 
bedroom."

Her afternoon of self pleasure was the result of a trip to a sex 
therapist. The therapist, after a long talk with Shirley, had 
suggested that she determine if she was physically able to have an 
orgasm. Rather than use her hand, the therapist had suggested that 
she get a vibrator. Not suspecting what she would learn from the 
experience, Shirley had stopped by the pharmacy and picked up 
what was called a vibrating massager. 

Following the instructions of the therapist, she had undressed and 
then applied the vibrator between her legs. Expecting nothing to 
happen, the first orgasm slammed into Shirley with a vengeance. 
Lost in the feelings, she kept the vibrator in place. She lost 
consciousness after having experienced one orgasm after another. 
She had lost count of how many times she came. 

As a result of her activities, she was sweaty and sore. Even more 
important, she was forever changed. She pulled the covers over her 
and went to sleep. 

---

Daryl was getting tired of waiting for his wife to address the issues 
in their marriage. Driving home from work, he listened to a 
country western station. The sad music of lost loves, screwed up 
lives, and pickup trucks seemed to resonate with how he was 
feeling. When a commercial came on, he glanced down at the radio 
and said, "Makes you wonder why we bother with love anyway. 
When it is going good you can't think about anything else and 
when it is going bad you can't think about anything else."

The light changed and he came to a stop. A young couple crossed 
the street holding hands. He was half tempted to yell a warning out 
the window. The problem was that he knew that nothing he could 
say would stop them from traveling down that road called Love. 
Snorting, he wondered when he had become so cynical.

The light changed and he accelerated away; leaving the couple far 
behind. He drove past the kid selling flowers by the sports bar and 
shook his head. He wondered why the kid was there everyday. 
Surely business wasn't good enough to keep at it day after day. 
Ten minutes later, he pulled into the driveway of his house. 

Getting out of the car, he spotted Ted waving to him from on one 
of the chairs in the backyard. Rather than head into the house, he 
headed to the backyard. He greeted Ted, "Hi, son. What are you 
doing out here?"

"I came home and the house was all locked up," Ted said with a 
worried frown. It wasn't like his mother to lock up the house like 
that when she was home. He never carried a key to the house since 
she was always home. 

"Where's your mother?" Daryl asked glancing at her car parked 
next to his.

"I don't know. Her car is here, but I don't think she's home. I rang 
the doorbell a dozen times and she never came to the door," Ted 
answered with a concerned expression on his face. He was afraid 
that she had actually hurt herself while he had been out. 

"Did anything unusual happen today?" Daryl asked looking over at 
the house in dread.

"She went off to some doctor appointment this morning. Other 
than that, she was acting normal. At least, she was acting like she 
has ever since you moved into the guest room," Ted answered with 
a shrug of his shoulder.

"Why don't you stay here while I see what's going on," Daryl 
suggested. He had visions of her lying dead after taking an 
overdose of sleeping pills. He didn't want Ted to have to live with 
that image for the rest of his life.

Daryl entered the house through the backdoor. The first thing he 
noticed was a sack from the local pharmacy. The second thing that 
he noticed was that the house was absolutely quiet. The third thing 
was that his wife hadn't started dinner. Convinced that she had 
taken a fatal overdose, he made his way through the rest of the 
house searching for her with a feeling of dread. 

Reaching the bedroom, he opened the door and looked in. His 
heart was beating a thousand miles an hour until he saw her on the 
bed. He stared at her naked body in shock. The cover had slipped 
down to her waist baring her breasts in a fashion that had never 
occurred in their entire marriage. In her sleep, she was twisting one 
of her very erect nipples between her thumb and forefinger.

His shock gave way to concern when a small moan escaped from 
her lips. He called over to her, "Shirley, are you okay?"

Startled by Daryl's voice, she woke and sat up. Unaware of her 
current state of undress, she looked around and spotted him over 
by the door. Wondering what he was doing home so early, she 
glanced at the clock. Shocked, she said, "Oh my goodness! I can't 
believe it's so late. Ted was supposed to be home an hour ago. I 
haven't even started dinner."

Entering the bedroom, Daryl repeated his question, "Shirley, are 
you okay?"

Shirley looked at Daryl and burst into tears at the thought of the 
pleasures that she had denied them over the years. It dawned on 
her what the sexual revolution had actually been about. It wasn't 
about equal pay for equal work. It wasn't about forcing women out 
of the house. It was about allowing women to experience the 
pleasures that she had just discovered that afternoon. It staggered 
her to think that she had almost lost her marriage over it. 

Daryl didn't know what was wrong with his wife. Frowning, he 
wondered if she had a nervous breakdown. He tried to think what 
one was supposed to do when someone had a nervous breakdown, 
but nothing came to mind. He moved over to the bed and put an 
arm around her.

Outside, Ted was getting more worried about his mother with 
every minute that passed. His father had gone into the house and 
had never come back out. After working up his nerve, he entered 
the house to find out what was happening. After checking the 
kitchen and the living room, he heard crying noises coming from 
his parent's bedroom. Firmly convinced that his mother had hurt 
herself, Ted attributed the crying to his father. Steeling his nerve, 
he walked over to the open bedroom door and looked in. In shock, 
he shouted, "Mom!"

Upon seeing Ted, Shirley realized that her son was seeing her 
naked. She screamed. Daryl jumped in reaction which only 
exposed her even more to Ted. In a state of shock, Ted ran into his 
bedroom; slamming the door behind him. He threw himself on his 
bed thinking that it was wrong that the first naked woman he had 
ever seen was his own mother. His shock was only 
counterbalanced by the relief of knowing she was still alive.

Thirty very tense minutes passed before the household calmed 
down. Daryl had spent fifteen minutes trying to get Shirley calm 
and dressed. Then he had to deal with Ted and his shock at what he 
had seen. Finally, the family met in the living room to discuss 
plans for dinner. Daryl said, "Let's eat out. There's a fish place 
down the street."

Looking over at the kitchen, Shirley felt a small stab of guilt. She 
believed that it was her duty to cook for the family, but she really 
wasn't feeling up to it at the moment. She nodded her head and 
said, "That sounds good to me."

Ted could not recall a time when they went out to eat when it 
wasn't to celebrate a special occasion. His parents always went out 
to eat on their anniversary. They would go to a restaurant for 
birthday dinners. Other than those two occasions, they never went 
out to eat. Of course, he could never recall a time when his mother 
had failed to cook supper either. Even when he had been attacked, 
she had served bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwiches with a 
canned soup. Wondering what had happened, he said, "Fish sounds 
good."

The trio went out to the car and drove to the restaurant. No one 
said a word from the time they left the house to when they were 
seated in the restaurant. When asked by the hostess how many 
were in their party, Daryl had merely held up three fingers. The 
silence was broken when the waitress came to the table and asked 
for their drink order. Daryl answered, "Beer."

Shirley looked at Daryl surprised by his order of an alcoholic 
beverage and then said, "I'll take a glass of Chardonnay."

Shocked at the fact that his parents were drinking, Ted answered, 
"Coke, please."

When the waitress left to get their drinks, each of them returned to 
reading their menus. After considerable internal debate, Ted 
decided that he would have the fried shrimp. His mother almost 
never made that dish and it was a personal favorite. He had 
wondered what Crab Legs would taste like, but he just didn't have 
the nerve to try it. He sat back in his chair and watched his parents 
while they continued to read the menus.

Shirley was distracted. Her mind kept drifting off from selecting a 
meal to what she had experienced that afternoon. She kept 
glancing at Daryl wondering if he would be able to take her to such 
heights of pleasure. 

Daryl wasn't in much better shape. Every time he glanced over at 
his wife, he remembered the image of her sleeping while playing 
with her nipple. He kept shifting in his seat trying to get 
comfortable despite a swelling cock that wasn't going away. 

The waitress returned with the drinks and set them around the 
table. Once that was done, she asked, "Are you ready to order?"

Ted nodded his head. Absently, his mother and father nodded 
theirs as well despite the fact that neither one had selected their 
meal. The waitress turned to Shirley and asked, "What would you 
like?"

"I'll have the fish," she answered glancing up from the menu.

"Which fish?" the waitress asked. 

"Oh, I'm sorry," Shirley said realizing that there were twenty 
different entrees listed under the category of fish on the menu. 
`Twenty different entrees,' she thought. Her imagination turned to 
wondering how many positions there were for sex. She shook her 
head and said, "Baked Flounder."

Puzzled, the waitress glanced at the menu to see if it had changed 
before she said, "We don't have baked flounder. You can have the 
flounder fried or broiled."

"Broiled," Shirley said. Getting the sides and dressing for the salad 
seemed to take forever, but she finally managed to piece together a 
meal that seemed reasonable.

Daryl stared at his wife wondering why she was acting like an 
airhead. The exchange for getting his order didn't progress much 
better. He first ordered fried flounder; he then changed his order to 
the trout almandine before changing it a last time to the broiled sea 
bass. The waitress was beginning to think that the entire family 
was on drugs.

When it was his turn to order, Ted said, "Fried shrimp with French 
fries and coleslaw. I'll have the thousand island dressing on my 
salad."

The waitress looked at him and, with a smile, said, "I hope you're 
driving."

Puzzled by the comment, Ted said, "Huh?"

"Never mind, it was a bad joke," the waitress said while shaking 
her head. She realized that not only was it a bad joke, it was also 
inappropriate. She smiled at Shirley and Daryl and said, "I'm 
sorry."

The meal passed without incident. Ted enjoyed his shrimp, 
although the ambiance at the table left a lot to be desired. Shirley 
and Daryl went through the motions of eating. Both were lost in 
their thoughts and barely noticed the food.

Upon arriving home, Shirley turned to Daryl and said, "I need your 
help in the bedroom."

"Okay," Daryl said. He couldn't get the image of her rubbing her 
nipple out of his mind.

Shirley went into the bedroom and waited for Daryl to get in the 
room. Once he had entered, she closed the door. Turning, she 
started to remove her dress. Daryl watched with wide eyes. His 
wife avoided being naked in front of him and usually changed 
clothes in the bathroom or when the lights were off. He was 
suddenly finding it difficult to breath. When she pulled her bra off, 
her breasts sagged down a little. He found the sight very exciting 
and his cock threatened to burst out of his pants. 

Shirley turned to look at Daryl while she lowered her panties to the 
floor. His eyes were wide and there was an idiotic smile on his 
face. She couldn't believe how he was staring at her without 
blinking. Naked, she stood in front of him and asked, "What do 
you think?"

"I like," Daryl said finding it difficult to talk.

Shirley walked over to him and said, "You're overdressed."

"Oh," Daryl said. He didn't move.

Impatient, Shirley reached up and tried to undo his top button. Her 
fingers felt fat and difficult to control. Giving up, she pulled the 
shirt open sending buttons shooting across the room. That snapped 
Daryl out of the state of stasis that he had been in and his pants 
were soon on the floor.

The couple went at it like minks in heat. It wasn't the kind of 
gentle lovemaking session that been characteristic of their 
marriage. It was nearly impossible to say which of them was the 
more aggressive. A lifetime of denial of her sexuality had ended 
and she wanted it. She wanted it right then and wasn't willing to 
wait for it. His lip was cut when she moved in to kiss him a little 
more forcefully than she had intended. 

Daryl mauled her breasts. He sucked on her nipples and bit them a 
little harder than intended. She screamed and pulled him into her 
chest even harder. She couldn't believe how good it felt to have 
him handle her so roughly. She scratched his back and bit his 
shoulder. In a deep low throaty growl, she said, "Fuck me."

Daryl didn't need to be told twice. He positioned himself and 
slipped into her. She gripped him like a woman possessed and 
growled, "Harder. Fuck me harder."

Neither knew how much time passed before they fell apart on the 
bed exhausted by their passion. Daryl looked at his wife and said, 
"You were amazing."

"The night's not over yet," Shirley said. She looked down at his 
crotch and wondered how long it would be before he was ready to 
go again.

"You want more?" he asked.

"I want you to fuck me senseless," Shirley said reaching down to 
his cock.

---

Ted sat in the living room wondering what was going on. Dinner 
had been a bizarre experience. His parents had seemed distracted 
and he had never seen them act that way. His dad had expected his 
mother to get angry after being depressed for so long, but what he 
had seen wasn't anger. 

He had been very surprised that on getting home, they had 
disappeared into the bedroom. Sounds that he had never heard 
before were coming from the room. At first, he had been curious 
what was happening. After his experience earlier, there was no 
way that he was going near their room. Turning crimson when he 
realized that they weren't fighting, he didn't know what to do. He 
looked in the direction of the bedroom and said, "They sure are 
loud."

Deciding that it was a good thing that was happening, he wandered 
into the kitchen and took a bottle of orange juice out of the 
refrigerator. After looking around, he took a drink out of the bottle. 
He was surprised that his mother hadn't caught him drinking out of 
the bottle. She was always after him to use a glass.

Having nothing better to do, Ted returned to the living room and 
watched television. The show wasn't very good, but he watched it 
anyway. His mind was on other matters though. The fact was that 
Ted wanted a girlfriend, but hadn't even seen a girl all summer 
except over at Harry's house. Cathy was good looking, but she was 
going with Sam. Lisa was going out with Harry. School would be 
starting soon, but none of the girls there even looked in his 
direction.

Shaking his head, he wondered how it was that he was so isolated 
from everyone else in school. He decided that it was his grades. 
Kids didn't like smart kids. He sighed and tried to imagine acting 
stupid enough to be noticed. It just wasn't in his nature. 

Feeling lonely, he picked up the phone and called Harry. Much to 
his surprise, Harry volunteered to pick him up and take him over to 
the martial arts place to practice a bit. Ted looked towards his 
parents' bedroom and wondered how he could tell them that he 
was going out.  Deciding that he would just leave a note, he agreed 
and went to get his Gi. After leaving a note on the kitchen table, he 
went outside to wait for Harry.

They arrived just in time to join a class. Without having a chance 
to meet anyone, they got into their positions. Sensei John walked 
around the room sizing up the students while they warmed up. 
Today's lesson was on how to fall and he wanted to match 
individuals of the same size. Once the exercises were finished, he 
paired up the students.

Thus it was that Ted found himself face to face with the most 
beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had soft brown eyes, long 
brown hair, and tanned skin. Her nose was a cute button 
surrounded by pale freckles. Her lips were indescribable. They 
were made for kissing. 

When Sensei John told them to start, Ted stood there staring into 
her eyes. She was interested in the lesson and threw him to the 
ground. Not expecting it, Ted landed flat on his back in exactly the 
position that Sensei John had told them to avoid. He found that he 
was having trouble breathing. 

Concerned, the girl bent over and asked, "Are you all right?"

Looking up at the goddess, Ted said the only thing that came to 
mind, "I think I love you."

The girl giggled at the comment. It took her a few seconds to get 
her laugh under control. Still leaning over him, she said, "Get up."

Red faced, Ted couldn't help but think she had the nicest laugh 
he'd ever heard. He climbed off the floor. Thinking that he had 
made a fool of himself, he said, "Sorry about that."

"I'm Amy. What's your name?" 

"I'm Ted."

"Nice to meet you Ted," Amy said.

"It's nice to meet you, Amy," Ted said still feeling embarrassed.

"Are you all right?" she asked.

"Nothing hurt except my pride," Ted said finding that he was 
getting lost in her eyes once again. He sighed and said, "You have 
beautiful eyes."

"Thank you," she said. Listening to this guy was great for the ego. 

They would have stood there the whole night, but Sensei John 
came over and asked, "Is there a problem here?"

"No, Sensei," Ted and Amy answered together.

"Then let's see you do the throw," Sensei John said stepping back 
to watch. 

Suddenly, Ted found that he had no idea what to do. He was 
supposed to touch the goddess standing in front of him and he was 
afraid of doing that. Sensei John stepped forward and talked him 
through the process. Nervous, Ted did as he was told and within a 
few seconds Amy was on the ground at his feet. He knelt down and 
asked, "Are you okay?"

She laughed at the look on his face and, while sitting up, said, "I'm 
fine. I'm not fragile."

Sensei John watched and said, "Come on you two, let's get with 
the program."

Under the watchful eye of the Sensei, Amy and Ted took turns 
throwing each other to the ground. For Ted it was the best night of 
his life. Amy was enjoying the attention from Ted. Far too quickly, 
the lesson ended.

As other kids trickled past to get picked up by their parents, Ted 
and Amy were standing together. Harry noticed the attraction 
between the two and stepped back to give Ted a chance to talk 
with Amy a little more. Of course, Ted chose that moment to lose 
all ability to carry on a conversation. After a very uncomfortable 
time, Harry went over to them and said, "Hey, Ted. Introduce me 
to your friend."

"This is Amy. Amy, this is Harry," Ted said making weak gestures 
in the appropriate directions. His eyes never left hers.

"Hi Amy. I don't remember ever seeing you around our school 
before," Harry said. He nudged Ted as a hint to say something.

Still watching Ted, Amy said, "We just moved here two weeks 
ago."

After another nudge from Harry, Ted said, "Where did you move 
from?"

"Los Angeles."

"Do you miss it?" Ted asked after another nudge from Harry. His 
ribs were beginning to get sore.

"I miss my friends," she answered with a sigh. For two weeks she 
had been sitting around the house doing nothing. Her father had 
suggested doing this as a way to get out of the house. Desperate for 
something to do, she had jumped at the chance.

Seeing that Ted was just barely managing the conversation, Harry 
said, "You know, maybe you and Ted could double-date with Lisa 
and me."

As one, Ted and Amy turned to stare at Harry. Grinning at their 
reaction to his suggestion that they go on a date, he said, "Well, it 
wouldn't be a real double date. I'd say it was more like the four of 
us going bowling or something."

Taking a deep breath, Ted turned to look at Amy and said, "That 
would be fun. What do you think, Amy?"

Nervous about agreeing to her very first date, even if it wasn't an 
official date, Amy said, "I have to ask my parents if it would be 
okay."

"Sure," Harry said. 

Amy looked past Ted with a weak smile on her face. Forcing 
herself to use a happy voice, she said, "Hello, Daddy."

Ted jumped when a deep voice from behind him said, "Hello, 
Pumpkin."
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