I never thought I would marry a doctor let alone a plastic surgeon. It just didn't match with my personality. When I went to college I was a hippie. I followed my urges. I had sex when I wanted to and with who I wanted to. Men, women, sometimes both. I ate only organic food and I desperately wanted to live on a farm and raise animals and have a garden. That's what I saw for my future.
But the heart wants what the heart wants. And when I met Josh, my heart wanted him badly. It didn't matter that he was all about his career (becoming a doctor) and making money and having the best life money could buy. We were so incompatible. We weren't the kind of couple people expected. When we started dating, people thought it would never last. But I was madly in love so when he asked me to marry him I said yes.
The one thing that I stuck to was that I wanted lots of kids. So far, we had 5 and I was pregnant with my 6th, due in 4 months. It was what I wanted and I was happy about having another child.
But the thing was that when I was pregnant - which was most of the time - I was so horny. And Josh was always working. Like always! And when he came home, he'd eat, spend a little time with the kids, and then crash within hours. That was when he would come home. As a plastic surgeon, he was fortunate to have regular hours but he was always taking this course or that course to learn something new so he could make more money and be the best plastic surgeon in the country. Sometimes that meant that he was at the university. Other times it meant he was out of town. So, there really wasn't a lot of time for nookie.
The first few years sucked. I was perpetually horny and pregnant and my husband was hardly ever around. He seemed to think that I should just be able to turn off my desires until it was convenient for him to have sex. It didn't work that way. At least not for me. In those first couple of years, I wondered if we were going to make it. I loved him but...I needed to get laid more than every few months.
Then he got transferred here and we bought the house on Willow Drive. It was awesome. Lots of space so I could have a garden. And then I met Christina and her crew and things got a lot better.
The first time I found out what Christina and her girls were doing when they had pool parties I was shocked. I left. I promised that I didn't need friends like that. But I'd caught sight of Zeke already and I couldn't get my mind off him.
So when Christina invited me to the next pool party, I went, determined to deal with my high sex needs (as Josh called them).
Zeke was close to six and a half feet tall. Shaved head. Skin the color of milk chocolate. And muscles - he seemed to have more than the average man. And when I saw him "cleaning the pool" in his speedo - well, I was a goner.
