2 comments/ 91225 views/ 4 favorites Gardening Bliss Ch. 1 By: windward3 Chapter 1 – Making New Friends It was one of those perfect early summer days. I had finally finished the spring frenzy of planting, painting and generally getting my home and gardens looking great. I was feeling very good about life in general. After just existing through a long depressing winter, fighting to stay warm, fighting off the pounds and getting the kids through school I was back to the good life. I loved the beauty and serenity of my gardens and savored every moment spent on our country home. The time in the sun had helped to tan and sculpt my body. I was feeling very sexy. My husband Allan just couldn't get enough of the new me. We were enjoying sex at every opportunity. I thought about what a girl should do on a warm summer morning as a treat to celebrate having gotten to the bottom of my to do list. Shopping seemed to be the order of the day so off I went. My autopilot didn't get me past my favorite garden center. It was just so good to get a cup of coffee and wander around on a quiet weekday morning. I savored my coffee and the feeling of the soft morning warmth and moist fresh air. As I walked along I was delighted with the exotic fragrances of so many beautiful plants. The gardens were exploding with color. It had me off in a dreamland. In my euphoric state I didn't notice a couple gentlemen had wandered next to me. A hand touched my shoulder. I jumped and when I saw the two dreamy gents I was instantly embarrassed. A tall blonde Robert Redford type apologized. "Sorry to bother you, could we share just a moment of your morning?" I thought they must have taken me for an employee and was about to explain that I could not be much help. Before I could get my wits together the other fellow proceeded to thank me for making their day. He said, "We have been watching you for quite some time. You looked absolutely serene and radiant amongst the plants." The Redford type asked, "Are you the angel that was missing from our otherwise perfect day?" I started to thank them for kidding with me and tried to make an embarrassing retreat. Redford grabbed my hand, "Sorry, we are a little too smitten, lets try again. I am Albert; this is my friend and architect Roger. Roger brought me in this morning to make some final plans for landscaping my new home. We were having some major problems landing on a good scheme and then you floated by and we have completely lost our way." Would you mind having a coffee with us and offering up a little advice?" Although I was still a bit flustered by the attention, I was also flattered, and yes, a little attracted to these hansom smooth talking fellows. So I smiled at them both and said, "Why not. My name is Carol." They each gave me a warm handshake. My day just kept getting better. We had a great time going over their blueprints while sipping cappuccinos in the garden center lounge. I could tell from the prints that they were building a wonderful oasis. It would be a private sanctuary enjoyed by a fortunate few. They had elaborate blueprints for the gardens that showed every plant located precisely to scale. Albert conceded, "The house design and construction has been a great experience. I had no problem following the drawings and giving Roger some useful input. Except today. Gardening is beyond me, I can't tell a flower from a tree and am totally hopeless when it comes to visualizing the how it will all come together. The gardens will become the most important place in my world so I am counting on other talented people to make it special." "I would love to help with the plans," I said. "Nothing in this world can feel as good as the time spent in a garden if you are careful about what you want to create. Done right you will overwhelm your senses with natures infinite variations. Every moment bring new sensations as the light, warmth, even wetness reshape your experience. Every day will offer a new look, a new feeling. It will be wonderful!" My excitement could not be contained. The look the gents gave each other caused me to flush, it seemed my excitement was catching on but perhaps they shared more than a botanical moment. I flushed; they smiled and gently led me along the garden center paths. The three of us spent several hours of just wandering amongst the gardens discussing how each plant will look in the different seasons, and over the years. We had quickly grown comfortable with each other. The conversation had drifted around to our life stories. I learned all about Albert. He was a recently divorced plastic surgeon who was trying to anchor his new life with a new home. His friend Roger had never married and was really appreciating how the project had cemented his friendship with Albert. Neither man had a girl friend; both saying women were not worth the pain. Albert had not seen anyone since his marriage. I found it odd that these obviously successful men were accustomed to having things go their way, but had become quite timid and sincere in sharing their vulnerabilities with me. It was very clear that they wanted me to understand and know who they were. They gradually steered the conversation around to me, probing feelings I had not shared with others. The more we talked the more personal it became. Roger finally got right now to subjects I had never even explored in my dreams. "Carol, you are amazing, your life could not have been more sheltered if you had grown up in a church. Have you never been curious?" I confessed, "I was very innocent when I married and have no idea what a relationship with anyone but my husband would be like. I have at times wondered what sex would be like with someone else but never so curious to want to actually do the deed." "You are very lucky to have such a great marriage," Roger expressed with real sincerity. Roger suggested, "Why don't we take a quick ride over to the house to get a first hand feeling for the gardens?" I was quick to reply, "Sure, I would love to see your project." I had just joined their close circle of friendship. We arrive at Albert's car, Roger quickly opened the door for me and I discovered that his classic convertible only had two seats. The guys assured me there was plenty of room as they sandwiched me between them. I had to contort to avoid the stick shift and drag my skirt back down. I had recently bought my first lacy thong; my husband Allan loved it; so did the guys. They had big smiles as they dropped the top down and we headed down the highway with my blonde curls flying around me. They did their best to make me feel welcome in the tight confines of the coupe. Roger's arm was resting on my shoulder with his thigh pressed tightly against me. I couldn't help but notice he was shifting to find some space for his growing erection. The cool air had brought my nipples to attention. My silk blouse and thin lace bra did nothing to conceal the fact that my nipples had grown very large and hard. Albert and Roger could not keep their eyes away. It was quite the feeling to have these boys ogling over my breasts. My husband had always worshipped my 36C's. He constantly commented on how sexy I looked and often pointed out other men checking me out. I never took him too seriously and certainly didn't notice that other guys paid me the slightest consideration. I seldom felt sexy. Today was very different. I was happy I had my nice breasts. I was feeling very attractive and special. The road began to curve this way, then that. I was anchored by Roger's strong arm on my shoulder and hand on my thigh. Albert was doing a lot of shifting, resting his hand on the knob just millimeters from my lap. Although the conversation was light I felt a sexual tension building amongst us. I had ended up literally in Roger's arms, my hard nipple resting against his chest while Albert lightly brushed against my thighs. It was strange that I felt totally at ease with what was happening. I had married with little dating experience and had never been close to other men. Now after over 20 years of faithful marriage I am off on an intimate adventure with two fellows that I didn't know yesterday. Did I say intimate? It was starting to feel that way. The half hour car ride had taken us from tense to hot. Along the way Roger's hand drifted just under my breasts, occasionally brushing my very sensitive nipples. Albert had lingered around my soft inner thighs and knew of my moist prize. When I stepped out I could feel the moisture escaping around the edges of my panties, every step stimulating my swollen pussy. Roger's arm didn't leave my shoulder as the guided tour started. Albert's new home would be better described as a villa. It was huge! I loved the open courtyard in the center of the home and the wonderful intricately terraced pool and gardens out back. Albert was in his element taking me from room to room. His disarming charm combined with his sensitive, intelligent face made him quite the tour guide. Along the way I learned a lot more about the man. His rooms were filled with large comfortable furniture. He said he had collected them as part of a get away soon after his divorce. As he bought each piece he built up an environment that felt calming and welcome. He said his life with his wife was anything but that. Albert then looked into my eyes and said, "You know you compliment these new surroundings." I flushed again, gave his hand a squeeze and picked up the pace of the tour. We stepped into the master bedroom and all become quiet. I think partly because of the naughty thoughts we were sharing, but more because it was an amazing room. It had a bright and open sitting area that faced a beautiful view of lush pasture and ocean beyond. We had to step into the room to see the bed that dominated the rear of the spacious L-shaped room. The bed was a huge antique canopy bed that demanded everyone's attention. He said it had a rich history of use and had been the starting point of many famous affairs. Albert offered to some day tell me all the stories. It was quite the tour. The tour concluded back in the kitchen. It was extremely well equipped. Albert went into great detail explaining the many features that were built into the kitchen. He had always been the household cook. He set out to create a wonderful lunch while Roger continued my tour with a walk through the gardens. While out in the gardens Roger paused and pulled me into his arms. Before I could react he was whispering that I had him more aroused than he could ever remember. Both embarrassed and aroused by his passion I stopped thinking and led by instincts returned his embrace. We looked deep into each others eyes, trying to find meaning in what we were feeling. His eyes reflected a deep intelligence, his manner strong and confident. Roger's frame was exquisite. Considering he looked to be mid-50s his body felt like 32. He had the rugged good looks more typical of a man who spent hard days laboring outdoors. I was totally disarmed by his rugged good looks. His hair was curly and bleached by the sun, his face deeply tanned and filled with character lines that spoke of a life of laughter and living in the elements. Arm in arm we slowly moved down the path stopping at a bench which overlooked an enchanting brook and fountain. We held each other for a long time just listening to the water, feeling our hearts pound. Roger's member grew more and more insistent slowly grinding against my belly. Seconds before my last resolve dissolved we responded to Albert's call to lunch. I was in trouble. The only thought that remained in my mind was that I needed more of this man. At lunch I tried desperately to turn down the heat between Roger and me. Albert took his turn charming me; his seduction quickly led me back to a total mindless heat. He punctuated his conversation by occasionally placing cool wedged fruit to my lips which parted on their own accord to allow the wet sweetness to slip inside. The margaritas were the strongest; most delicious I had ever gulped down. I found myself licking his juicy fingers clean. Our conversation over lunch grew more and more personal. The guys constantly complimented my features, my British accent, may naturally curly hair. They asked me how I could look so fit yet so feminine. They told me how they had not been able to move their attention from my body since they first saw me. I felt totally desirable. Desire caused us to move away from the splendid table. Albert suggested a cool dip before heading back out to plan the gardens, no one objected. I was feeling a little light headed. I thought the swim might be a good way to turn down the heat building between us. We walked out to the pool house and Albert apologized for not having a suit for me. He said he had just opened the pool yesterday and had not had time to unpack the suits. He thought he might be able to dig up a suit or two his ex had left behind but thought it would take a while and probably would fall off me anyway. They suggested we just swim in our skivvies. I told them my bra and panties were very revealing. They promised not to look, too close. Off went our clothes and into the pool. My underwear was instantly transparent and the guys were sporting beefy erections. After a bit a macho heroics, horseplay and "accidental" contact I tried again to move us back to a safer level. I closed my eyes and drifted around the pool on my back, savoring the quiet, the warm sun and cool water. I could hear the boys break away from their lap races and move to my side. I became more buoyant as a hand very lightly supported my bottom. Another arm came up under my shoulders. A hand caressed my hair, my face, then and my neck. I kept my eyes closed just concentrating on the exquisite sensations. The soft touches from strong hands, the sensation of floating, I felt like I would melt into the fluid in the pool. I couldn't move for fear of disturbing the delicate balance of my body. The hands were gently exploring all of me. Fingers traced over my lips, gently tracing their way down my cheeks to my neck and shoulders. A hand gently rubbed my tummy and down my thighs. Light kisses fell upon my eyelids, then my lips. My mouth automatically opened to drink in more but the lips moved on down my neck and lingered in my napes hollow. The pressure of the kisses built slowly. I was breathing so heavily. I tried to control it but my passion was building and I was having a difficult time being still and not responding. The men seemed unaware and continued to explore, touch and taste. They had found my breasts. The arm suspending my shoulders slid down to cup me. My nipples triggered a bolt of lightening that flashed directly to my loins. On cue the hand supporting my bottom ceased its soft squeezing and began to move to my sweet junction. Another hand found my mound and gently rubbed against the dainty fabric of my thong. I opened my eyes to see Roger above me. I wrapped my arms around his neck drawing him down for a kiss that I never wanted to end. He unhooked my bra and slid his had over my breast and opened his fingers to allow my nipple to poke through. My thong slipped off and I watched Albert bend and kiss my pussy lips. They were huge and swollen. His tongue touched my trigger and my first orgasm rolled through me. The guys sensed it and just held me up; allowing me to ride through an orgasm far bigger than I thought was possible. Roger cradled me in his strong arms and carried me to the pool house shower. It was a huge multi-headed affair that easily accommodated us all. Roger gently let me down under the soft spray and they both began to rub soap all over my body. The smooth lather, their bodies against mine brought me quickly back to intense excitement. I gingerly touched a chest, then a rock hard butt cheek. Years ago I had come twice during my first heavy petting session with my husband. I couldn't think of another occasion. I was so close to doing it again, without being penetrated! Albert swept me up into his arms, out of the shower and quickly dried my body. Then I was back in his arms where he carried me into the villa and slowly laid me down on a large chaise lounge. Now totally naked and in the open I knew I was about to have my second and third man. I started to worry about protection. Albert read my mind and brought over rubbers and asked if l could help them on. They both were dripping and anxious. It was so hot to place my hand on their loins and roll the rubber down their wet shafts. The guys were so different from my husband Allan. I realized I had little frame of reference when it can to a man's equipment. Both men were much taller than Allan. Albert certainly didn't measure up in the penis department. Roger's however was a monster. Not so much in length, it was the girth that was scary. Anyway, size definitely didn't matter to me that afternoon. I just needed their cocks, badly. With no formality Roger straddled me and touched his thick head against my opening while Albert came around and kissed me. I could feel Roger entering me inch by electric inch. I couldn't stand the delay in feeling all of him inside me and wrapped my legs around him to pull him inside. I was so stretched, I exploded again as Roger started pumping. My contractions sent him over the edge as well and we climaxed together. Poor Albert patiently massaged me while I regained my composure. I could tell he was hoping to put his thing in my mouth. I very rarely did this for Allan and never got him off. Today however, I wanted it all and grabbed at Albert to send his penis my way. Rubber and all I took him in, all of him. We were both impressed. While his 5 or 6 inches were not that impressive it was still more than a mouthful and I hungrily swallowed all he could give me. His fuse was short and he exploded within minutes. The condom had a nice strawberry flavor, no mess, and nice taste. I couldn't believe Roger back with a new rubber and ready for more. So was I! He lay back on the lounge and lifted me on top. I gingerly settled down on his thick pole and went wild. I could not believe how engaged I was. I could not get enough. I rode him until we were both covered with sweat and groaning. As I was about to climax Albert held me from behind and said not just yet. "Slow down, let's enjoy this." Roger felt my breasts and gently massaged, lightly pinching my nipples. I slowly ground my mound into him while Albert trailed kisses down my back. Roger wrapped his strong arms around me and drew me down to rest my breasts on his hairy chest. Our embrace became hot and passionate as we spread wet frantic kisses over each other. I could feel Albert's lubricated fingers gently rubbing against my other hole and I was wound so tight with excitement I thought I would scream. One finger entered, then it was out and his penis head popped inside me. Slowly Albert started to penetrate me, millimeter by millimeter. It was sheer ecstasy. Two hunks, driving me up a huge erotic wave. I just couldn't hold back any more. I began to pant and babble. Everything was tightening, pulsing. I sensed the guys were with me. They were pumping hard in unison. My breasts bounced wildly. I screamed I was coming and on command the guy's shot load after load. I just kept coming and coming. We broke apart panting. When I had recovered my breath I asked what happened to here today. Albert replied that an angel came to visit and left us all with a memory that will always be cherished. What a sweetheart. We just sat together, naked in Albert's living room for quite some time clinging to the pleasure and excitement of our day. I looked at a clock and realized everyone must be home and wondering about me. The guys helped me cleanup, dress and race back to my car before the gates were locked at the garden center. There was a lot of touching and fondling in the car on the way back and we reluctantly parted as very close friends. Gardening Bliss Ch. 1 Allan sensed something had happened to me the minute I walked in the door. I felt totally transparent. Although the condoms helped, I knew I was sopping wet, probably red and perhaps bruised from the intensity of the day. I was flushed with excitement, and my underwear was damp from my swim. My hair was a mess. It was written all over my face. I have been very bad. I asked Allan to come to bed early so I could tell him about my big day. I thought if I he fucked me quickly he would believe he was the cause of my very wet pussy. I thought I would have time to come up with a good story that would be easily accepted by a guy getting his rocks off. Most important I was also still very horny. I wanted to feel him inside me while my memory of the other men was still fresh. I wanted to savor the differences. Allan couldn't believe the tiger he took to bed that night. When he came in my mouth, I had to have every drop. There was no more avoiding it. He sensed a sexual energy that he had never seen in me before. My wanton desire, even my rhythm was very off our normal lovemaking. We talked and fucked for 3 hours. I told all. Allan patiently listened while he touched me, and pumped and pumped my pussy. He was still my favorite lover. Even after such a wild and incredible day I could truly say to Allan that no one else knows how to love me the way he does. He appreciated why I did what I did and told me he understood and loved me more for my candor. He said he was surprised at his own reaction. He should have been driven into a killing rage. Instead he told me he was incredibly turned on by what I had experienced. He didn't really need to tell me this. Our sex that night was torrid. It was the most dangerous, exciting, erotic and pleasure filled day of my life. The one question I am glad Allan didn't ask was, "Would you do it again?" Gardening Bliss Ch. 2 Chapter 2: The New Me Over the next few days I had tried to come to some understanding about my time with Albert and Roger. I had a hard time believing it had happened to me. In my entire life I had never been all that interested in other men. I had been very happy with my marriage. Why was I so disarmed? How could I have gone so far? Where had all this passion come from? What had I felt about these new men? So many questions crowded my mind with doubts and new longings. Four days later I got a call from Albert. "Why are you avoiding me? You know you didn't finish your job. I refuse to do any planting without your blessing." "Could you come back out to the house and give me your final blessing on our plans?" I was silent on the line. What could I say to him? Things were too complicated. What if I was just a quick lay? What if he is calling because he wants me again? Betray Allan again. I couldn't deny wanting these guys. Finally I broke the silence, "You know your landscaping plans are perfect. Why are you calling me?" Albert conceded, "I miss you. I was worried that you would think we took advantage of you. I know the drinks were pretty strong. Please see me again; I value your friendship very much." "Sorry Albert I just can't go further with this. You know I was charmed by both you guys. You two are all I have been thinking about. You have made me crazy. I am afraid of what may happen if we see each other again. My marriage is most important to me and the way I behaved I am very lucky to still be married." "We don't have to have sex, just coffee. Lets talk about this, there must be a good way forward." I crumbled, "All right, I will come over". When I arrived Albert was sitting next to the drive waiting for me. He sprang up and opened my door. Reaching inside he clasped my hand. "Hi, Carol you look ravishing. Come on in, I have just put a pot of coffee on." I worked hard to look ravishing that morning. I dressed in a simple patterned sundress. The color accentuated my tan and made me feel fresh and vibrant. Its spaghetti straps supported a very low neckline and virtually no back. My tanned shoulders and cleavage was displayed with maximum advantage. There was no good way to accommodate a bra so I had not bothered with one. The mid-thigh hemline revealed a significant amount of leg as I walked from the parking lot. Albert led me into the living room. Classical music faintly floated about the room adding to the atmosphere of elegant comfort. There was the lounge that we had christening just a few days earlier. I felt a twinge in my loins as Albert grabbed my elbow and led me to a love seat where we sat down. He had prepared a wonderful coffee tray with fresh cakes and fruit which he served as we settled into some difficult conversation. "Carol, are things o.k. for you at home? " Albert seemed genuinely concerned. "It has never been better! There was no hiding the fact that something had happened so I just took Allan to bed and told him every detail! It was amazing; he just kept making love to me, telling me everything was fine. He was turned on by every detail." Albert touched my cheek and said, "That is such a relief. It happened so fast. When you left us in the parking lot I started to think about what you may be going home to. I wanted to rescue you but realized I would just fan the flames if you were in trouble. " He drew me into a long embrace, looked into my eyes and kissed me. He really cared for me. The affection was unmistakable, undeniable. How come I was feeling the same things? I closed my eyes as our tongues mingled. In an instant his hands were moving all over my body. We slid down and I lay back on the love seat. Albert's lips never left mine. His hand gently squeezed my breast. It was hopeless. All composure was lost as I wrapped my arms around him. I was freely giving myself to him. I didn't understand why. I just could not control my raging desire. I needed him inside me. "Carol I'm sorry I can't control my feelings for you. I want to drink you in, to touch every part of you, to feel your heart beating against me. I need you!" A moan escaped my lips as his kisses traveled down my neck, to my shoulders. Albert slid the straps down my arms and exposed my breasts. My pink nipples are normally pretty large. My aroused state had my areola stretched and sensitive. His lips worked their way down to kiss my white globes. He stroked my hips and down to my butt cheeks again and again. I could tell he loved my curves. Gently pulling my legs apart he slid my skirt up and homed in on my pussy stroking my mound. My thong was very small and his fingers were running over fabric, bush and wet flesh. Panting in Albert's ear I ran my fingers through his beautiful blonde curls, then down around his strong neck. His lips found my nipple and I nearly exploded. Instead I hung on and ground his head into my crushed breast. Just as I thought I couldn't hold on any more his lips moved down as he slid to the floor at my side. He reached around and slowly slipped my zipper down. I quickly thrust my pelvis up as my skirt was slipped away. My panties were gone about a second later and Albert buried is face in my mound. I had trimmed around my pussy to leave a blonde thatch just above my lips. Below it I was totally open and sensitive. It didn't take much for my pussy lips to swell to enormous size. Albert slowly slid his tongue down the outside of my lips, touched my butt opening then move back up the other side. Again and again he circled my pussy lips. My juices were flowing down my crack and pooling on his loveseat. I suggested we move to someplace more comfortable. Albert swept me into his arms and effortlessly carried me to his canopy bed. I felt so delicate in his arms. I pulled aside the covers as Albert gently lowered me down unto the bed. I reached up to pull him in with me. The short delay while he disrobed was more than I could bear. He was moving to return to his attention to my pussy when I grabbed his penis. He lay down beside me in a 69 position and I hungrily licked the sweetness off his shaft and slipped my mouth over his head. Albert was stroking my butt and vigorously licking my petals. Spreading them open, his tongue moved deeply into my hot moist depths. This was driving me crazy and I started to match his rhythm taking more and more of his shaft in until there was no more to take. We lasted about a minute before I felt his erection pulsing then shooting load after load into me. I never thought this would turn me on, but it did. My orgasm continued to build and build as Albert rested his finger in my pussy feeling wave after wave of contractions take control of me. "Oh, I needed you Albert, thank you!" Albert slid up beside me and we kissed, our fluids mingling. We held each other and dozed for a few minutes. In short order our hands were roaming. We kissed. Albert climbed on top of me and thrust hard and deep inside me. I gasped, "We don't need protection?" "You know we don't", Albert sighed. I locked my legs around him. We started to thrust quickly and forcefully. Albert sucked on my neck and I was whimpering for more. He was very different from my husband. Allan and I are so comfortable together. We are so close to being one when we enjoy each other. Albert was like riding a wild stallion. His lust seemed to be boundless. It was contagious. I was beginning to understand when people talk about fucking their brains out. As we tired Albert spun me around on my knees and entered me from behind. He grabbed my hipbones and pumped like a steam engine. I could feel his raw power coursing into me. He grabbed my swaying breasts breathlessly announcing, "I am coming Carol!" The erratic change of rhythm and forceful thrusts as he gushed his seed was more than I could manage. A long moan left my mouth and I ground my hand into my pussy as I exploded yet again. We collapsed back into each other's arms. Albert drew me tightly into his strong arms and said, "You make me feel so whole again, thank you for not running away from me." Satisfied, my lust spent I started to feel some terrible misgivings. "What am I going to say to Allan, Albert I am so confused". Albert took a minute of deep reflection before he replied, "You can't tell him a thing. We need to remain a secret. I respect what you have and don't want you to have to make any choices. Let's be happy with our time together. Can we just keep it simple and enjoy each other?" It was my turn to think deeply. I loved my husband. I also loved being with my hansom new friends. I was more alive with them. There was no other option. I was having an affair. It was a quiet, torrid affair with a twist. Two boyfriends and a husband bent on making me happy was an exciting thought. I told Albert, "You will be sharing me with Allan and Roger if he is interested. It is the best way I can think of to continue my relationship with you and avoid getting so serious with you that I would leave my marriage. Besides, being serviced by both you is more than I have ever been able to invent with a wet dream." "I understand what you are saying Carol. Although I would love to have you to myself I want what is right for you." Albert smiled, "I can share". As if on cue Roger walked in. He asked, "What have you two been up to? Were you two lunching in the nude again?" I replied, "If I had known you were coming I would have waited. Albert and I have been coming to terms and making love." The growing lump in Roger's pants was a good indicator that he wanted to catch up. "Why don't you two kids get re-acquainted? I need to run to the office for a few hours." Albert dressed and left Roger and I gazing at each other in his bedroom. I stood up and headed for the washroom. Roger intercepted me and wrapped his arms around my naked frame. His asked, "Can I join you."? "I don't see why not", I winked. By the time we got to the shower Roger was as naked as I. His thick penis stood out very erect, his tip glistening in the sunlight that cascaded through the skylight. As the shower warmed up we embraced. I trailed kisses down his hairy chest. I kept moving down stopping on my knees at Roger's feet. I combed his pubic hair with my fingertips, and then slid my arms around him to grip his tight ass and pull his shaft into my open mouth. It was quite a stretch to get much of him in. Roger began to slowly thrust his meat in and out of my mouth. With each thrust his penis penetrated deeper. I ran my tongue along the bottom of his shaft, rotated my head and vigorously stroked what length I couldn't take into my mouth. I felt like I had always sucked cock. I loved it. His ass muscles were flexing with each thrust. My hands were delighted. I was pushing him deeper and deeper until all 8" of thick shaft was buried deep down my throat. I was so fixated on the rhythm of the act I hadn't noticed Roger had come to the point of explosion. With no warning his load was unleashed, squirting again and again and again. I kept swallowing and swallowing. I did the deed! Roger pulled me up and lifted me into the shower. The warm water did little to cool me. I was so hot. Roger rotated me around and kissed my butt, all over. His fingers began to probe between my legs. I moved my legs apart and braced against a hand hold on the shower wall. "I am going to eat you now", he promised. "Just relax, close your eyes and enjoy." One finger, two, and then three fingers easily slid into my sopping wet pussy. I was moaning with every stroke. Roger withdrew his hand. I looked around and implored him to keep going. His tongue began to explore my pussy. He gently nibbled on my swollen clit and tasted my sex. I guess it was a combination of Albert's cum mixed with my juices. I rocked back against his face and I could feel his nose rubbing next to my anus and mouth sucking hard on my clit. I ground against him for a few minutes until Roger stood up and instantly buried his beast into me. "Oh, you are massive! Please pump me hard. Harder, I won't break Roger!" Roger responded with hard, fast movement. We must have screwed under the shower for another 10 minutes before we reached the brink. Roger quickly pulled out and replaced his massive tool with his tongue. My orgasm hit me, my legs buckled and I wondered if it would ever stop. When I finally subsided Roger stood up, turned me around and shot his load on my breasts. We took turns sponging each other and eventually were forced out of the shower when the warm water had run out. Roger asked me how many times I had come that day. I thought back, "Once with Allan, twice with Albert and now twice with you. And you know I think I would be satisfied if you could make me come just one more time." "It would be my pleasure lady." I couldn't believe what I was seeing. As we dried each other his member was already responding, growing to its immense dimensions. Roger grabbed me by my waist and lifted me until his erection slipped between my legs. I wrapped arms and legs around him and felt him penetrate me once more. His strong hands grabbed my butt and slowly slid me back and forth on his shaft. He walked me over to the bathroom counter. His penis never left me. I was so stretched. With me propped on the edge Roger was free to explore my breasts while he thrust against my mound. It took me a while to climax but Roger didn't mind. He kept driving harder and harder, faster and faster until I exploded. I arched backward, then forward into his chest. Two more thrusts and the big man had collapsed against me. Roger softened and redrew from my very satisfied pussy. My pussy wasn't sore; it was totally alive. I was never so aware of my sex. It had been my focus all day long. I had learned a good deal more about my body. It felt so good. I was totally fulfilled. We climbed back into the shower and quickly cleaned up. The water temperature was still tepid. I quickly dressed. Roger insisted on helping by tenderly fastening, zipping and buttoning. By the time I was dressed we had to resist reversing the process. I had been away all day and had to leave soon to get home before Allan and the kids. Roger gave me a quick inspection, thumbs up and I was on my way home. That night I didn't have much of a problem masking the immensity of my day from Allan. It's funny how much easier it was to do when I realized he could not understand or accept what I had done. He made gentle love to me and I quickly slipped into a deep satisfied sleep. For a couple weeks I used all my willpower to stay away from the boys. I tried hard to direct my time and thoughts toward Allan and the kids. As hard as I tried I found myself drifting back to thinking about my two new lovers. I would be talking to my Mum on the phone and be thinking about Albert madly thrusting into me. One night Allan was doing a wonderful job eating my pussy and I held his head and imagined Roger was buried between my legs. I know Allan was wondering about me. I had never wanted to come more than once in a night and never, ever initiated sex. He was hard pressed to give me all that I needed. Since my coupling with Roger, Allan and I had made love every day. Often I would look for seconds. I think Allan was relieved to see my period come. Even then I managed to suck his long rod a few evenings. About the time I had resolved to see Roger and Albert again I bumped into them at the garden center. With not much more than a hello they led me to a lonely spot in the back tree gardens. Roger pulled me down beside him on a cement bench. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me for what seemed like minutes. Albert managed to remove my panties and began eating me with tremendous enthusiasm. Breathless I managed to break free of Roger, "Guys, someone will come along and catch us. This is way too dangerous!" Roger volunteered, "You just lay back and let Albert make you happy, I will head down the path and watch for company". Albert hadn't missed a beat. Feeling more at ease I let my feelings take hold and savored the wonderful treatment. I grabbed Albert's hair and held him tightly against my juicy opening. He had learned this was a clear sign I was about to explode and stood up, slipped his shorts down and penetrated me. I hung on tight as I was taken for a very fast ride. We both shuddered to a tremendous climax. We dressed and quickly joined Roger who had not missed a thing from his vantage point down the path. I new I would have to help him with his huge woody that was threatening to poke out the bottom of his shorts. I grabbed his hand and said, "Your turn, would you like to make love?" He took my hand and we walked back to the bench. With no preamble Roger had dropped his shorts and sat on the bench. "Come join me." I crawled onto his lap, placed my hands around his neck and allowed him to guide his meat into my hot pussy. I started to ride him up and down. Each time I would come down a little deeper until my butt slapped against his loins. Roger grabbed my breasts and began to thrust and meet me on the way down. It might have taken us five minutes to come to a sweaty climax. I sat on his lap another minute or two catching my breath and marveling at the feeling of Roger's still stiff penis throbbing inside me. When I finally pulled out our juiced started to run down my leg. Albert came back with my panties and tried to clean me up as best he could. We sat back on the bench, all with big smiles and flushed complexions. Albert said, "We were hoping you would b here this morning. We have planned a big celebration at the house on Wednesday. You, me and Roger in our now complete garden!" "I can't wait guys, this will be just great!" We talked over a few details for the day, exchanged kisses and went or separate ways. I pulled into the driveway just as Allan drove up behind me. "Hi honey, I was hoping you would be home. I thought I would surprise you with some lunch and afternoon delight. I took the rest of the day off". He gave me a big hug and kiss, put his arm around me, and we headed for the kitchen with his deli food. When we got inside I broke free and told him I needed to freshen up and would be back in a minute. Without looking back I quickly headed for our bedroom. I was sure he had to have smelled the sex on me. Or perhaps he caught a whiff of Albert's cologne? Did he notice the dried cum trailing down my leg? I quickly jumped in the shower, panties and all, without waiting for it to warm up. The guys had pumped a good deal into me and I hoped I could get clean enough for Allan's close inspection. I just as quickly jumped out and raced to my closet to get rid of my soiled clothes, dress and get back to Allan before he came looking. I rejoined my husband in the kitchen wearing a very revealing top and terribly short skirt. We embraced and were soon hot at it on the kitchen counter. Allan was coming close to matching my relentless sex drive. He must have been too horny to stay at work, or even wait for us to finish lunch. After a few minutes of pumping me on the counter he picked me up and carried me to bed. We ended up in a frenzied sixty-nine. Since Allan started getting regular head he had become a lot wilder in the sack. He attacked my pussy with lips, tongue, teeth and hot breath. I came again in no time, as did Allan. Wednesday finally arrived. We went through the morning rituals and I let everyone know that I may be late coming home that evening. I planned to meet a friend for dinner and a movie. With everyone out of the house I rushed up to my closet to choose my outfit for the day. My final choice was a simple tan linen dress that fit just perfectly. Slipping on a pair of bright yellow thong panties I wondered how the guys would like them. My reflection looked pretty good, my very white breasts contrasted dramatically with my tanned body. An equally striking tan line framed the yellow panties. My favorite perfume was dabbed in a few special spots. The zip on my dress was hard to reach so I zipped it in advance and slipped the dress down with little effort. Another look in the mirror made me confident the guys would approve. My nipples were already very swollen with just the anticipation of the day. Gardening Bliss Ch. 2 My makeup took quite some time to get the naturally sexy look, not overdone. The tan helped and I didn't need to do too much to look hot and healthy. I brought my hair back into a loose ponytail, donned a floppy sun hat and was off to Albert's. Roger was at the door to greet me, "You look sexier every time I see you." I replied, "So do you." Roger was wearing a canvas short sleeve shirt, canvas shorts and sandals. His shirt was hanging open exposing his very fit six-pack stomach. I loved his salt and pepper chest hair. He flashed his rugged disarming smile, slid his arm around me and led me through the front entrance and into the center courtyard. "I know Albert can't be far away. He was just here a minute ago setting out a fantastic lunch." I heard Albert come up behind us. "Let go of this gorgeous creature for a minute so I can say hello." I turned around and Albert held my shoulders as his gaze traveled from my hair to my feet and back up to my eyes. "You are so stunning". He drew me toward him and bent to meet my lips with his. His kiss was very soft but charged with excitement. I felt a slight tremor run through me, as we were breaking free. Albert must have felt me tremble. He responded by placing his large hands lightly against my cheeks and said, "Thanks for coming. I know we will never forget this day." He planted another soft kiss on my lips and said, "Let's tour the garden before lunch." The gents each offered me an arm. I linked up with a tall hunk on each arm and we passed through the main living area and stepped out on the pool patio. It was about 1:00 in the afternoon; the sun was directly about us. It seemed as though it was in the sky today just for us. Its brilliant reflection off the surface of the pool was sending dazzling beams of light to bounce off the pool house wall. The day was a perfect 85 degrees with a very slight breeze moving the humid air. As we strolled along the pool patio I looked beyond the pool and was paralyzed by the beautiful transformation that had occurred in the last few weeks. I literally stopped in my tracks and gazed open mouthed at the scene below. It was beautiful the last time I had taken in the scene. The house was situated on top of a high hill the sloped gently down to the ocean about a half-mile away. Between the ocean and the house were Albert's terraced gardens and a pasture dotted with grazing sheep. A solid concrete wall about fifteen feet high separated the gardens and the pasture. All this I had marveled at during my first visit. The transformation was the garden. During my last visit I saw a lot of stone paths, fountains and tile interspersed with beautiful flowerbeds. It looked elaborate and new. It now seemed ageless. It was as if it had always there. The contrast was magical. Looking down from the pool the garden had structure and distinct themes. The focal point was a large set of slate stairs leading down from the opposite side of the pool to a large multi-tiered fountain centered in the garden and surrounded by what seemed to be a giant chess board of Italian tile alternating with squares of flower beds, all uniformly colored but all distinctly different. On one side of the chessboard there appeared to be a very natural garden with a small stream running through the middle. On the opposite end there was a mix of order and chaos that Roger called the English garden. "Come on, lets go see", said Roger as he gently pulled at my elbow. They were both like kids Christmas morning. We started down the long stair and took turns guiding me along. At the base of the stairs we faced the large fountain. The sound of the water splashing down from one segment to the next was so calming. It was actually quite strange that at that point there were only the sounds of birds and water. There was no sound of traffic, no other evidence of life beyond the garden. "Here you are my good friends", Albert said with a sparkle in his eye and great pomp and circumstance he handed Roger and I delicate stemmed glass filled with sparkling champagne. He poured himself a glass and set the bottle back on ice. "To our enchanted gardens and friendship", Albert toasted. We clinked glasses and sipped the exquisite bubbly. We lingered in the garden until the champagne ran out, and then we ambled off to the left where the scene soon changed to natural forest and a babbling brook. I expected to see pixies sitting on the moss carpet under the massive ferns. It was pure magic. Shaded by huge cedars we walked among tiger lilies and dogwood. The path was made from large flagstones separated by rich green moss. At the bottom we reached a small clearing where a cabin stood next to the garden wall. "That is my guest house and studio", Albert said proudly. "It is my favorite spot. I lived here while we built the main house and I had a hard time moving out." I could see why. It was absolutely enchanting. We went inside for a quick tour. It was like stepping into a storybook. A massive stone fireplace occupied the entire rear wall and rose up to the top of the vaulted ceiling. With the exception of the bath the bottom floor was totally open. The kitchen was totally rustic with a wooden ice chest, wood burning oven, simple painted cupboards and numerous small windows and window seats looking out on the natural garden. The sitting area was vast and open with large comfortable leather at massive wood tables, antique glass from bookcases and wardrobes. A spiral stair must have led to the master bedroom. It seemed we all were happy to avoid taking that part of the tour for fear we would not get any further. Instead we went back outside to the veranda where refreshment had been left on ice. This time Roger poured the champagne and toasted, "To natural beauty, Woodshire Cabin and Carol". I blushed and gulped as the guys spoke to the inspiration they had for the cabin. It was partly taken from the Hobbit, partly from an old English cottage Roger had photographed while on holidays, and partly from a cabin described by Samuel Clemens. Every detail was crafted from their imaginations. It was this cabin that had cemented their life-long friendship. We held hands on the porch bench while they described the many details and challenges they experienced in building their fairy tail. As they talked we touched and savored the fresh smell of the woods, the sounds of the brook, the distant surf and each other. Albert had gently massaged my neck and shoulders as he contentedly jabbered about his favorite place. Roger roved around my legs, tummy and breasts. I could tell he was pleased to find no bra and finally settled on softly stroking and fondling my breasts. When the champagne was finished we were up and back on our journey through the back garden. The forest opened on a lawn and then hedges. Roger explained, "The hedge is only 3 feet high now but by next year it will be quite something. It is maize patterned after a four hundred year old garden I visited during a castle tour in England." We traveled to the center of the maize. It took a few tries even with the advantage of seeing over the top. Reaching our goal we discovered a bucket of filled with champagne on ice that had been placed on a large concrete bench. It was my turn to toast. Albert popped open the champagne and helped pour. I passed everyone a glass and toasted, "The heaven on earth, this place, these people". We tinkled and the guys took turns kissing me. Each kiss was longer and more erotic than the last. I sat between them and they would take turns holding me in their arms caressing my breasts and melting my mouth with their hot French kisses. The drink had started to work on me combining with my intense arousal. I was not sure I could walk. Albert said, "One more stop, I have our picnic all ready just down the path. We cleared the maize and found the flagstone path that took us deeper into the English garden. We passed through some very tall and dense hedges that Roger said were planted over a hundred years before by the original landowner. The hedges framed two sides of a beautiful garden. The outside wall framed the other two sides making the garden absolutely private and quiet. We held our breath and could hear nothing but birds and distant surf. The garden was filled with all manner of flowers. In one area a very neat rose garden displayed row upon row of rare old English roses. Elsewhere beds were bulging with a chaotic mix of color and a variety of plants and hedges. We passed through an arbor framed only with delicate jasmine flowers. Inside the hedged space was a wonderful picnic area. Music was playing softly from speakers placed among the flowers. The area was equipped with a bbq, tables, a large stone fireplace and green grass that gently rose up to meet a dense-steep hillside blanketed by jasmine. The smell was intoxicating. It was very clear that our day had been carefully planned. A fluffy feather mattress lay on the lawn with a picnic basket and bucket of wine carefully arranged within reach. We all lay back on the lofty down and watched the clouds dance by. Eventually Albert broke our revelry, "You must be both starving. We have had too much champagne for empty stomachs. Shall we eat?" Out of the basket came smoked salmon, caviar and crackers, numerous varieties of cheese, grapes, strawberries, and melons. The basket reminded me of the clown trick we enjoyed as children when the clown would start pulling on his hanky and have yard after yard come out of his pocket. We sampled it all, and then lay back and basked in the late afternoon sun. Albert placed my head in his lap and Roger lifted my legs into his. They both started to gently massage my temples, neck, feet and calves. They lifted me up to quickly unzip and pull my dress away. I lay back wearing only my thong. I felt so sexy and naughty. The boys sensed my hot sexuality and quickly stripped down to partake in me. Roger produced massage oil and squeezed long thick lines from my thighs to my toes then tossed it to Albert who pooled the oil on my tummy and over my exposed breasts. They began to rub my toes and feet. Then strong hands ran back and forth over my thighs, my arms, shoulders and oh, oh my breasts. I couldn't close my eyes. I watched them both. I looked hungrily at the engorged manhood anticipating what was to come. Albert had worked my breasts until they were huge, hard and signaling strongly to my loins. Roger was confusing the signals by sucking on my toes and massaging way up my thighs, just brushing by my pussy. I began to moan and trust my pelvis up to meet his hands. I turned my head slightly and took Albert's manhood in my hands. He shifted to allow my mouth to cover his penis. I rolled my tongue around his shaft and cupped his testicles in my hand. Albert stroked my hair, "Thank you baby, you feel so good." I shifted again to allow me to stroke freely and started sucking and bobbing for all I was worth. Sensing I needed it all Roger tore off my panties, opened my legs and started to rub his huge shaft against my pussy lips. I was so wet he slid freely up and down, with each stroke moving deeper into my pussy lips. He reached down and guided his pole into my opening then thrust hard. With little resistance he bottomed out and started to lunge in and out. I grabbed his ass and begged him to fuck me hard. Albert was very aroused watching Roger rip into me. He kept working my breasts. His caresses became squeezes. He grabbed my nipples between his fingers and gently pulled and pinched. He announced he was coming and a second later I felt his seed filling my mouth. He pumped and pumped. I swallowed most of his seed but some escaped and ran down my cheek. Roger's tempo built to a furious pace. I watched and was tremendously aroused by his intense concentration. Sweat ran down is face and fell to my breasts. My orgasm started and I reacted by pulling him down on top of me. He growled and pumped me hard for another few seconds, then finished with a kiss. We collapsed on the down mattress in a tangle of limbs and soon drifted off to sleep. Arousal slowly drew me back from a very deep sleep. I felt a strong arm wrapped around me, a large hand holding my breasts. A penis was slowly sliding between my legs from behind. I didn't open my eyes for several minutes. I savored the erotic feeling. My man was obviously very aroused but seemed reluctant to wake me. I guessed from the feeling between my legs it was Albert. When my insatiable need for his penis inside drove me to my limit I pushed my hips backward a few inches and felt the penis slide inside me. I began to unconsciously push to meet his thrusts, driving his penis deeper and harder into me. He responded kissing my neck and shoulders. He slowly kneaded my breasts and finally spoke, "You know you were moaning with desire in your sleep? I have been fondling you for more than an hour. Your pussy was so wet and swollen I had to feel my penis against you. I hope you don't mind that I woke you?" I said, "I am having a wonderful dream and will not wake up until I my hansom man brings me an orgasm." Albert moved his hand off my breast and down to my moist junction. As he thrust from behind he slowly worked his fingers against my aroused pussy. I finally opened my eyes and discovered it was dark. Small accent lights dotted the garden and floodlights illuminated the trees and hedges. I wondered where my other friend had gone and worried for a second or two about the time. But I could hold only one thought at that time. I needed Albert to keep doing what he was doing. "You feel so good inside me, please fuck me forever." Albert responded by gripping my butt. He lubricating his fingers with our juices and gently penetrating my ass. I relaxed and his finger began to slowly slide just inside. He pulled out of my pussy and carefully, slowly slid his penis into my lubricated passage. I reached down and began to massage my pussy and pushed backward driving him deeply into my tight hole. Albert exclaimed and began to thrust quickly and deeply, his arm back around me, hand squeezing both breasts. Then his lips were on my neck and he whispered in my ear, "Are you ready, I can't hold back much longer." "Yes, I am coming!" My hand was buried in my pussy and I could feel the head of his penis sliding inside me. I began to explode, my contractions squeezed my fingers, and I was so turned on. "Oh baby, I can feel you coming", as my orgasms started to turn from pleasure to pain Albert quickly pulled out and began to shoot load after hot load on my butt and back. He wrapped a blanket around me reached down and pulled me to my feet. We kissed and Albert said, "We should join Roger at the pool." A quick glance at Albert's watch caused me to freeze in panic. It was nearly ten o'clock. "I have to go, it's really late!" After collecting my panties and dress and we jogged back up to the pool house for a quick shower and a frantic round of kisses goodbye. The wild drive home brought me back to a dark house. It was incredibly good fortune. I hadn't thought about the suspicions my family would have seeing me come home in a skimpy dress and no bra. As I moved through the house I turned on lights and look for signs that someone had been home. Allan had left a note on the counter. He had gone out to a ball game with a couple buddies. The kids were both working. He signed the note, Love Allan. I went upstairs, ran a bath, lit some candles and slid my spent naked body in amongst the bubbles, closed my eyes and relived my incredible day. Gardening Bliss Ch. 3 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. We sat, embraced and continued to explore each other. With one hand Albert deftly unbuttoned my blouse and slid it off my shoulders. I tore at his shirt as he reached behind me and unhooked my bra. My nipples were so sensitive it was often too painful to be touched when I was aroused. Allan had learned a long time ago to test the waters and move on if I was uncomfortable. Albert had taken on the challenge finding ways to bring me intense pleasure with just the right amount of pressure applied with the palm of his hand. That day he lightly pressed his palms against both nipples and began to gently rotate the base of his palm as his fingers cupped me. Our eyes locked on each other and we both concentrated on the stimulating sensations. My mouth opened slightly and my breathing quickened. The motion of his palms was timed to the rise and fall of my chest. With each breath my excitement grew. I reached down to unfasten his pants and free his erection. His shorts were sticky and his penis oozed cum as I began to stroke him. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and looked over to see Carl discretely watching from the other side of the fountain. I avoided eye contact and decided it was best if Albert didn't know. Why spoil his fun? Albert pulled me up and quickly unzipped my skirt and let it drop to the ground. My panties were off just as quickly. He knelt at my feet, ran his arms around my legs and began to massage my butt while the tip of his tongue explored my wet and swollen pussy. I noticed Carl had unleashed his weapon and was stroking vigorously while he watched. I involuntarily grasp Albert's head in both my hands and guided his movements while I rotated my hips. Just as I was on the verge of crumbling Albert stood and turned me so that I was resting my arms on the seat of the bench. He grabbed my butt again and thrust his penis to the hilt inside me. The forceful strokes quickly brought me back to the brink. I noticed Carl had moved to take us in at a better angle. He continued to beat his meat. He looked to be well endowed and I briefly thought it would have been nice to suck his cock at that moment. Instead I reached around and held Albert's butt with one hand to feel his muscles contract as he drove into me. He had both hands on my hipbones, his hard plunges punctuated by a loud slap as his balls struck my slippery lips. I moved my arm back down to stay up against the relentless pounding and ground my pussy hard against him. His hands reached up to hold my breasts tightly. I lasted a couple more strokes then shuddered through a long and powerful orgasm. Albert hung on tight as he banged his weapon home with three final erratic strokes. I heard him gasp, and then felt his long lean frame touch my back, his lips lightly touched my neck and hands continued to cup my breasts. I looked over and Carl was nowhere to be seen. Once we had caught our breath we collected our clothes and stroll in the nude down to the cottage at the bottom of the garden. Albert mixed his famous margaritas, "Have a drink, I will be right back". I used the opportunity to throw my clothes back on and settle into an overstuffed sofa and admire the incredible uniqueness of the cottage. Albert returned wearing a white linen robe and a gorgeous if somewhat mischievous smile. "I got a little something for you," he said offering up a large gift-wrapped box. I am not sure why I reacted with an enormous amount of excitement. It was as if I was experiencing my tenth birthday all over again. I was quick to remove the wrapping and lift the lid. The box was full of layer after layer of beautiful clothes! Bedroom clothes would be a better description. Beautiful silk, satins and lace creations were stacked high. There were more than a dozen outfits with a big fluffy terry robe on the bottom. "I felt bad that you always seemed to be wrapped in a towel when you come over. I thought you may like to wear some clothes for a change. How about modeling for me?" I shed my clothes again and donned the first little number, a pink silk camisole with matching shorts. It fit perfectly. It hung quite loose and low revealing a significant amount of cleavage. The shorts were very short with fairly loose legs that did a poor job covering me. Albert came over, gave me a little spin and traced his finger down the strap and over my breast. He kissed my neck and said I like this one, a lot. I could tell. His penis head poked out of his robe searching for my moist connection. Albert slipped it off me and drew me into an embrace. The modeling and touch of his wet penis against my belly had me feeling aroused again. We reluctantly broke free to resume the fashion show. I picked a white, very sheer but intricately detailed lace body suit next. It slipped on and I fastened the tiny crotch covering eyehooks. It left very little to the imagination. I gazed into a mirror and was very pleased with what I saw. My white globes were well supported and almost entirely exposed with just the edge of my pink nipples exposed with the rest covered in a hint of translucent lace. The material hugged my body accentuating my curves. My blonde bush and puffy lips were barely covered and quite visible. "Oh, this works for me", Albert marveled. "Lets enjoy it for a while; I will fix us another drink." We sat on the couch with bare knees touching and talked for about an hour. Eventually Albert became so distracted his member poked out his robe again. I reached over and stroked him while our conversation grew more intimate. Albert fondled my breasts through the material. It was so stimulating. My nipples were large, rock hard and now exposed. My other man's penis was slippery with his semen and I was really getting a good response from my handy work. In short order my crotch was unhooked exposing my wet pussy to his surgeons touch. When I could no longer sit still I slid on top and guided him home. We slowly moved against each other as we touched and kissed. I rode up and down for a long time just savoring the feeling. When he began to squeeze my butt I involuntarily increased the intensity of our coupling until I was thrashing and grinding with wonton abandon. "Do you like this? Can you feel my pussy squeezing? That's it. Squeeze my ass, harder! Oh Albert, you are such a good lover, I am going to ride you hard big man. Fuck me, fuck….me…oh you are making me come. I can't stop it. Go hard, that's it, oh baby I love you in me!" Albert pulled me into his arms and let loose. Spent I stopped to feel the last waves of my orgasm gripping his shaft. I rolled off and scurried to the bathroom to clean up, it was time to go.