(c) Copyright Henrik Larsen 2004



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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.

 
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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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