Michael Alan - From Virgin to He-Whore - The Butterfly Effect

I fell onto the bed beside her and Joy and I laughed with a joy of pure delight.

Our liaison was truly serendipitous!

As we lazed for the next fifteen minutes, naked and sweaty beside each other, she told me she was from Sydney and on holidays with her husband. I was initially shocked at her honesty and brazenness to come up to my unit with her husband just next door.

She said it was a sexless marriage and he often encouraged her to seek satisfaction elsewhere.

I told her of the sexless marriage I had just left and we realized how special our meeting was.

Needless to say, we fucked each other every day and sometimes more than once a day, for the remaining two weeks she was on holidays. She also asked me to reprise my masturbation performance for her a few more times during that time. She’d gleefully watch me repeat my performance while enjoying a smoke from her unit backyard. I found it incredibly arousing to know she was watching and enjoying it so much. She’d always come up to my unit for ‘seconds’ (and sometimes thirds or fourths) afterwards.

I was also fascinated and excited to realize Joy was a ‘squirter’. I hadn’t met another woman who ejaculated since my experiences with Silvia and Margaret in the school harem over a decade earlier.

I realized I needed to add a few extra layers to my bed to cater for Joy’s joy, but I didn’t mind!

She tasted delicious and I could feel my juices flowing just knowing she would squirt at any moment while we fucked each other. Every now and then we’d head down to a deserted beach and have fun with a squirting competition. She nearly always won, despite what I thought were my extraordinary capabilities. She had a voluminous flow of cum that would splatter on the sand many metres away from her gorgeous gushing cunt.

I was to learn that Joy’s husband was not a squirt enthusiast and it was one of the reasons he had lost interest in sex with her.

She was initially reticent to let her body express its full potential until I finally convinced her of my admiration for her extraordinary capabilities. She told me that my enthusiasm released her from the sexual ‘prison’ in which she had felt trapped.

We developed a wonderful fucking friendship with each other over the next few years during her vacations.

I became aware that in the intervening two decades female attitudes had changed dramatically and I was totally unprepared for the ‘aggressive’ sexual attitudes of women in the singles scene. Women were now voracious and unequivocal in their ‘hunt’ for a mate! They were no longer the ‘retiring violets’. During the intervening decade since my marriage, the sexual revolution convinced women that they were men’s equals in the all matters, including making the first move. I make no claims on my attractiveness, I was fit and healthy and relatively attractive middle-aged man, but I sometimes found myself in the midst of two women ‘fighting’ over me. It was embarrassing and demeaning for everyone, but it happened.

As I rarely saw another ‘neighbour’ in any of the adjacent units, I often returned to my masturbatory chaise in my lounge room. It was cool and comfortable and I enjoyed the soft breeze through the doorway caressing my balls as I masturbated.

However, on a few occasions over the next few years I would inadvertently attract another occasional ‘spectator’. The units on either side of mine were all holiday rentals, so I wasn’t overly concerned if my actions were noticed. I reasoned, I was in the privacy of my own home and people could look away if they were embarrassed. Plus, the fence between us was too high for children to be able to see me.

I have always been a ‘people watcher’. I believe you learn so much about human nature by watching people when they’re unaware someone is watching them.

Most women would take the ‘train-wreck’ approach and eventually stand and stare. If a male saw me, he’d look, maybe shake his head and smile and look away or go back inside. If a woman was ‘sprung’ by a male partner, she would sometimes pretend disgust or disinterest, even though she’d be staring for some time prior to this. On the odd occasion, both would laugh together as they continued to watch.

I was rarely game to be as demonstrative as I was with Joy. I rationalized that probably had been too exhibitionistic and risky and I was lucky that Joy was as receptive as she turned out to be.

On one occasion, though, a woman in an adjacent unit noticed me leaving my unit one day and started a conversation. She told me that she had seen me masturbating the previous day and was I aware that I could partly be seen through my balcony window?

I feigned ignorance and apologized if I had embarrassed her. She told me she hadn’t been the least bit embarrassed and laughed and said she had enjoyed the ‘performance’ and jokingly asked when the next one was scheduled. She just wanted to save me any oblivious embarrassment.

That afternoon, I noticed her in her backyard again and walked out naked onto my balcony and waved to her. She laughed and waved back. I then moved back inside and began to masturbate in my ‘favourite’ position. She grabbed a seat on her balcony and got herself comfortable for my reprise performance.

As I neared my climax, I stood up and looked straight at her and smiled. She stood up and began to point, I thought to encourage me. However, I was gone and ejaculated with a gush and groan over the fence between us.

As I regained my composure, my neighbor laughed as she pointed off to one side of me. I turned to notice another woman in the unit on the other side, who had apparently also been watching my explosive performance. Both women waved to each other and laughed loudly. I was initially stunned, but shrugged my shoulders and then waved to both of them.

I sensed another repeat of the look between the three of us that Joy and I had shared in our previous shared fun.

Both ladies arrived at my front door within minutes.

They didn’t know each other, but after a few drinks and shared laughter we had struck up a friendship.

Independently, they both returned over the next few days with a request for me to satisfy their ‘holiday’ sexual tensions. I was happy to oblige! They both complimented me on the size and beauty of my cock. I hesitantly, mentioned the nickname I had been given many, many years before and they both laughed.

We met for dinner later that week, prior to them both returning home. They were both single women enjoying a break from busy jobs in Sydney and had much in common. I didn’t hear from either of them again!

While I was living at my unit after my marriage breakdown, I was asked by a younger woman from my squash club, if she could move in with me temporarily following her separation from her partner. We were good friends, but just friends and I agreed. She was incredibly attractive and this played an obvious motivating part in the arrangement for me.

Her bedroom was next to the bathroom and she never dressed to move between the two rooms. She knew I was a nudist and assured me she was also comfortable with me being naked around the unit. So, it became common practice to get naked as soon as either of us got through the front door. She’d always greet people at the door without embarrassment in this state of undress and I soon followed suit. It seemed totally natural to both of us.

We never fucked each other, but she’d occasionally invite me naked into her bedroom to share a ‘joint’ together and some laughter and chat. She had as many boyfriends coming and going as I had girlfriends. In a small two-bedroom unit it was impossible not to share the fucking noises we were enjoying with our partners. This made for much shared hilarity and teasing during our ‘bong’ chats together.