Chapter 3: The New Me
It was such an odd time in my life. My bond with Allan had never been more precious to me. The danger of discovery, combined with my newly discovered sexual overdrive made our time together extraordinarily good. It was better than our first few years when I shed my bonds of virginity and hungrily explored marital relations. We were insatiable then. We tried everything at least once.
Then children came, Allan was consumed by work and we drifted along for a long time. Sex became very predictable and familiar. I went years never needing it bad enough to ask. Sex was just not important. Life seemed full enough without it.
My garden center men had changed me so much. It seemed like an entire lifetime ago I met Roger and Albert, two incredible men that brought me a new life of carnal pleasure. Once I was just Carol, the mild mannered housewife, now I was the insatiable vixen, enslaved by my desire for my many men. They made me feel desirable. I had not even grasped the concept before. I felt so good about myself and wanted to share those feelings with my men. I found my sexual drive was like a love potion for them. The more I needed the more they wanted to give. The hotter I became the wilder the sex with my men. I was still soft and demure to my kids and friends but my men were experiencing an unfettered nymphomaniac.
Allan knew my experience with Albert and Roger had changed me. One night after making love for hours Allan probed my feelings. "I am sorry you lived so much of your life knowing only me. I was lucky and proud to have my virgin. I never thought that you had missed anything, not having an opportunity to sow some wild oats. How did sex with those guys change you so much? I want to know what you are feeling. You have become so sexual. I can sense this hot sex appeal emanating from you. Don't get me wrong; you have always been sexy. You turned men on before but didn't seem to be aware or interested. Why are you so changed?"
How could I tell Allan that the thought of my time with them the previous week? Knowing the next day I would be ravished by them both kept me on edge. What most women could not even imagine I have experienced, many times. I began to stroke his penis. It had grown incredibly large again as we talked. I tried to sound plausible. "You are right. That experience unlocked a part of me I didn't know existed. It made me feel confident about myself. I feel sexy. I feel desirable. I experienced some amazing sex; it left me hungry for more. I found out I could control and dish out incredible pleasure. I was all two big men could handle. I screwed those big beautiful men at the same time. I loved the differences between you. You look, smell, feel, and even taste different. Experiencing those differences was incredibly stimulating. I loved every unique sensation. And now I can honestly say I have known several men and found you are my greatest lover. Do you know what I am saying? I love you. Do you see I am better for you now?"
Allan touched his fingers to my lips. Then he held my cheek in his open hand and said, "You are the most precious gift anyone could receive. I love you more today than I thought was even possible a week ago. I am so happy you had your adventure. You have become my wet dream."
His hand trailed down to rest in my neatly trimmed triangle. I melted slowly opening my legs to him. He rolled on top of me and we coupled as we did that first time. I know I will always remember the love we made that night. It was so pure and tender. We reveled in the feeling of our bodies combined. The sensations were so intimate, so exquisite. I had already come twice before and yet I experienced mind-numbing orgasms twice more that night. We were very much in love.
Albert and Roger both became busier as the summer progressed. Albert had taken quite a bit of time away from his practice adjusting to his divorce and building his new home. With both those milestones behind him he needed to take back his fair share of patients. Roger had projects in the field all over the country and rarely spent more than a day at home between trips. We kept in touch with email and worked hard to get together every few weeks.
I had the free run of Albert's estate and often spent my day at his pool or just savoring a long afternoon in the gardens. Usually my only company was the gardeners. They were very polite and careful not to intrude upon my privacy. After a while I cajoled them into conversation and found out they were brothers and shared in the ownership of a landscaping company. Albert had become one of their most important clients. Typically at least one of the fellows would be around every couple days. They were fit, hansom and pleasant company. I would often help weed, trim and prune and we would share our horticultural know how. Often I would wear a low cut top and no bra. Don and Carl would situate themselves for the best view and try to inconspicuously look down my top for hours on end. I enjoyed the innocent sport and often went home to Allan hot and bothered, but never gave the guys the idea that they could get to first base. They saw me as off-limits and I liked it that way.
One day Albert surprised me and arrived home just after lunch. "The hospital bumped a surgery I had scheduled this afternoon. I called Carl and he told me you were here so I raced home for a little quality time with you".
"I am so happy you did," I beamed. "I was about to take a walk, would you like to join me?"
Albert wrapped his arm around me, flashed his sexy smile and replied, "I can't think of anything I would rather do". We slowly ambled down from the pool area, and past the center fountain sharing the sights, smells and sounds of the garden. Albert picked a daisy and slipped it into my hair. We lingered close together our eyes roving over each other. He was so beautiful. His relaxed demeanor added to his irresistible charm. I reached up on my tiptoes to link my arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. We held each other and kissed for a long time. Finally I had to break away and breathlessly coax Albert to a bench.
