Two years later I took a job in the Southwestern Ontario town of London and it would be a very active and varied period of relationships with single, married, separated, and divorced women that came in and out of my life with virtually no effort on my part.
I checked into the YMCA until I got my bearings and decided if the job suited me. Around the corner, there was a small restaurant where I went each night after work for dinner. I went back to Waterloo most weekends but each weeknight, except Friday, I could be found in the restaurant. I'd been eating there for a couple of weeks and was chatting with the waitress as I gave my order. I was a familiar face since she had served me most evenings. When she left, a head popped out from the next booth and the young lady said, 'That's a neat accent, where are you from?'
I thanked her and told her where I was born. We smiled and she withdrew back into her booth. After my meal, the head popped out again and asked if they could join me. I knew there were two in the booth as I'd passed it on the way in. I said sure and they sat opposite me and introduced themselves as Yvonne and Elaine. We chatted over coffee, then went our separate ways. The following evening Yvonne was sitting in the same booth alone and as I made my way to my usual booth she smiled and asked if I'd like to join her. That was the beginning of our relationship and about a week later I moved into her apartment.
It was a studio and quite small but her lease was nearing an end and we decided to look for something larger. We settled on a house that had been converted into three living spaces. The top floor was occupied by a single mom and her young son, we had the main floor and a young couple lived in the basement apartment. We got along fine, there were no problems and life was good.
Yvonne and I became friendly with Brad and Jessica, the couple in the basement, and would visit one another usually on a Friday or Saturday night. We liked the same music, drank a few beers, and occasionally smoked a little weed. One evening Brad and Jessica began to kiss and fondle on the sofa. Yvonne and I followed suit on the floor and it progressed to us fucking. It was very erotic and I could see that Brad and Jessica were as interested in watching Yvonne and me as we were watching them.
The following week Brad and Jessica came upstairs to our place and we began as usual, having a beer and listening to my most recent LP purchase, "Aqualung" by Jethro Tull. Brad and Jessica started to get it on and Yvonne and I followed. We were on the sofa with the girls astride us. Brad reached over and fondled Yvonne's tits and I responded by fondling Jessica's. There was no resistance and when Brad suggested the girls change places they did so without comment. I discovered watching Yvonne being fucked by another man immensely erotic and it's a fetish that has continued all my life since Dot showed me her photos. After that night we swapped partners every time we got together and enjoyed many very erotic foursomes.
When I went back to Waterloo on weekends I often stayed with John, one of my best friends, and his girlfriend, Joanne. She was the only female in my circle of friends that I lusted for, she had a great body and was very attractive. One weekend, after Joanne and Yvonne went up to bed, John and I were talking over beers and I told him about Brad and Jessica. He was very interested and asked lots of questions. A few weeks later John called and told me he and Joanne wanted to come down to London for the weekend to ask me something important and would book a motel room.
I hung up the phone and my erection pulsed vigorously in my pants. I was convinced they wanted to join us and perhaps Brad and Jessica for sex. My mind filled with images of me and Brad fucking Joanne while John enjoyed the many pleasures of Yvonne and Jessica. When the weekend arrived the anticipation was overwhelming, all my thoughts were of fucking Joanne and when we met she looked ravishing and my eyes stripped her naked.
My erotic hopes came crashing down when the reason for their visit was to tell me they were getting married and wanted me to be in the wedding party. Later, Joanne told me that John wanted me to be his Best Man but felt obligated to ask his brother. Little did I know then that it would be more than thirty years before my lust for Joanne would be fulfilled.
The relationship between Yvonne and me was running its course. At the very beginning, I stated I was not interested in a serious relationship but I sensed Yvonne was a lot more serious than I was and we went our separate ways as far as living together was concerned but we still got together for sex, usually on weekends.
Yvonne shared a house with a couple of friends and I moved into a new apartment building. I had three or four young ladies that I would see from time to time and tended to stay in London most weekends now. Females drifted in and out of my life with ease and most ended up in my bed.
I had been seeing one woman who was divorced and in the court system regarding custody of her kids who were living with her ex-husband. She never offered any details and I never asked. She was friends with a married couple and they were moving house and asked if we would help. It was a long and dirty day and when we had finished the husband ordered pizza to go with the beer. Shortly after we ate pizza, friends of the couple visited which I thought strange since they had just moved house but different strokes and all that.
We sat and chatted and I realized that the woman was paying a lot of attention to me. Her husband worked at the local TV station as a cameraman and it seemed to me that she wore the pants in their marriage. She was plump but in a very pleasing and sexy way. Her clothes and make-up were immaculate and elegant and I figured she was high maintenance and her husband worked lots of hours to maintain her. She was so well presented I felt decidedly grubby in her presence but it didn't stop her from giving me 'the look.' When they were leaving she cleverly slipped a small scrap of paper into my hand and gave me 'the look!' I opened it later and it read, 'Amanda, call me tomorrow, after 10 am then her phone number.
I called and she was quite blunt and straightforward which turned me on. She said she was horny, her husband was boring in the sack and she thought I was handsome, interesting, and loved my accent. She said it was easy for her to get away, her husband worked shifts and they had different interests and she was quite often out of the house during the day and in the evening. She came to my place the following night and we had an intense and very satisfying engagement.
Amanda was certainly in need of a good fucking and I gave her that, she was very vocal in her blunt manner and my bedroom rang with her screams, moans, and whimpers of, 'Fuck, oh yes, fuck me, fuck me, yes, yes, oh yes!' She reminded me in some ways of Dot, voluptuous, highly sexual, and very sensual.
She had soft flesh, big tits, and a lovely backside like Dot and although she was outwardly brash and sexually confident she liked me to take charge. She loved being spanked over my knee, blindfolded, tied spread-eagled on the bed, and fucked hard. She liked to lewdly display her ass and cunt for me while on hands and knees and would tell me in sexually explicit and crude terms with perfect diction what she wanted me to do to her. Calling her a filthy slut, a whore wife, and a cheap slag who was mine to fuck as I pleased turned her on immensely.
I'd insert a vibrator in her anus and fuck her then pull the vibrator out and pound her ass until I ejaculated cum. She was the first woman I fucked in the ass and found in the years to come that some women really liked it while others would never consider it as part of their sexual repertoire. I have always been ambivalent, if a woman wants it in the ass I'll give it to her, if she doesn't, I'm fine with that also. I see that anal sex is very popular in porn these days and I don't know why - give me a hot, creamy pussy every time.
Amanda was a bit of an enigma to me, she always turned out immaculately, wore expensive clothes, and her lingerie was silky and lacy yet when it came to sex she was a foul-mouthed slut who liked all holes filled and to be used like a whore, not that I minded, of course.
She'd call me two or more times a week and come over immediately if I was available. She was very hungry for cock all the time and I'm pretty sure she was a nymphomaniac. When I told her my best friend, Chris, was coming from Toronto for the weekend she became very excited and asked if she could meet him. 'I've never been fucked by two men at the same time and I think I would like it,' she said in her usual straightforward manner.
She arrived around 10:00AM on Saturday morning and left just after midnight. Chris and I fondled, fingered, fucked, and ate her almost continuously and she never had had enough. Her legs were never closed and there was a tongue, fingers, dildo, cucumber, or a cock in her cunt all day, I was surprised that she could walk but she took all we had and if she had been able to stay overnight I'm sure she would have been fucked all night and still wanted more.
I couldn't help but notice all of the women, whether single, married, or otherwise, were lacking in truly rewarding sexual experiences. Many told me their husbands or boyfriends never considered their needs and just got their rocks off and that was all. Thanks to the teachings of the lovely Dot I think I offered these ladies more than they had ever had and that was considering their needs and giving it to them. That must be why they kept coming back.
There were other young ladies in my life besides Amanda and I can't remember most of their names. They were all very casual and it was sometimes difficult to juggle them all, and occasionally one would appear at my door unannounced and sometimes that would be awkward but other times it was fortuitous and erotic and resulted in several threesomes.
Vanessa was the worst offender and she never seemed bothered if I had plans or was with someone, she just took it all in stride. She was a black-haired beauty, her hair reached to the small of her back and was perfect to hold and pull back as I gave it to her from behind. She also had a heavy pubic bush and her pussy got wet very quickly and stayed that way. We'd seen one another a half dozen times or so when she knocked on my door unexpectedly one Saturday morning when I was cleaning the apartment and doing laundry but I wasn't displeased to see her.
There was another, older woman with her and I was taken aback when she introduced her mother, Louise. I wasn't sure where this was going to go, the thought crossed my mind that she was pregnant and that put a scare into me. It turned out they were out shopping nearby and Vanessa just wanted her mom to meet me. I made tea and we had a very pleasant chat. Vanessa's mom acted more like a sister or friend than a mother but it was the seventies and we were all hippies at heart. Louise seemed more interested in me than she should have been in the presence of her daughter but as I said, it was the seventies and I've misread women in that regard before so I just went with the flow.
On the day after Vanessa and her mom visited Yvonne came over to get laid. We were naked and enjoying a little foreplay on the sofa before we got into it when Yvonne remembered she had to call one of her roommates. I've always had a humourous and devilish side to my nature, especially where sex is concerned, and thought we'd have some fun with this and I'd fuck her while she talked on the phone.
She got onto her hands and knees on the floor and picked up the phone from the end table beside the sofa and after she had dialed I entered her from behind. She had difficulty maintaining the conversation which was, of course, my intention and at one point Yvonne's friend asked if she was alright. It was a small thing but I found it exciting.
It was less than five minutes later and I was eating Yvonne's pussy when the phone rang. I picked up and it was Vanessa's mother, Louise. She wanted to know if she could see me and we agreed to meet on Wednesday evening. Maybe I got the signals right after all, it was a little unusual but nothing I couldn't handle. When she arrived I could tell she was nervous. She sat on a chair and I sat on the arm of the sofa. I asked if I could get her something to drink and she declined. 'Would you like anything else? Is this about Vanessa?' I asked.
She looked about the room and fiddled with a ring on her left forefinger then said without emotion, 'When Vanessa told me about you I thought you sounded interesting and I wanted to meet you. I assumed you were having sex with Vanessa due to the way she acted when she got home after being with you.'
I was still not sure where this was going and just nodded in all the appropriate places. She continued, 'I've been divorced for five years and to be honest my life has been rather dull ever since. I'd like to arrive home today in the same mood as Vanessa does after being with you but I guess you don't want to be bothered by someone like me.' She gave me a brief glance then looked away, 'You must think I'm crazy coming here when you are dating my daughter, maybe I do need a drink, maybe I need a shrink,' she said and laughed nervously.
I joined in and laughed then we settled on wine and I asked her to sit on the sofa. She was about forty, slim, and a couple of inches shorter than me. She was softly attractive and had lovely legs. I sat next to her and said, 'Why do you think I wouldn't be bothered with someone like you?' and slipped an arm around her. We kissed, soft and gentle at first but she soon had her tongue in my mouth and it went from zero to a hundred very quickly.
She was extremely passionate and sighed deeply when she got my cock out and began sucking it greedily. She was by far the best cocksucker to have lips on my cock except for Dot. We went to the bedroom and I stripped her naked. Her body was soft with gentle, pleasing curves, she had taken good care of it. Her pussy, like Vanessa's, was sopping wet but unlike her daughter, she had just a small wedge of trimmed pubic hair above her large and pronounced clit. We got into a sixty-nine and she climaxed almost immediately.
She was a very active sex partner and climaxed several times during intercourse. She screamed through my ejaculation and we lay under the covers in a tight embrace for a long time. She came to my bed many times and it was always a satisfying experience.
I was seeing a half dozen women and it got hectic occasionally. It was casual with all of them and though I had feelings for them it wasn't anything near love, it was sex. I never lied to them or promised them anything and I believe I treated them better than most of my mates treated women. I was enjoying lots of pussy but almost all of my friends were now located in Toronto including my best friend, Chris. We were in the same profession but he had moved to sales and was looking for any possible job openings for me in Toronto.