When I was in my late twenties. I met my future cheating wife in Vancouver Canada. I grew up in the United States. But I have relatives in the Vancouver area. I always liked that city and visited several times per year.
There is a high percentage of beautiful women in Vancouver. You can go up and talk to most of them without any rude attitude. I met many young women during my visits over the years. They have a different attitude up there. Even if they are not interested in you. They still have a polite manner. It is almost as if they take it as a compliment that you are attracted to them. Even if they are not interested in you.
One warm sunny day I was strolling the boardwalk at Kitsilano Beach. I always stayed with my grandmother when I went to visit. She had a penthouse suite with a view of English Bay. Sunny days are rare in Vancouver. The winters are long, rainy, dark and cold. When summer comes. People hit the beach by the thousands, to bask in the sun. This is when you find out just how beautiful Canadian women really are.
While walking the boardwalk I spotted an attractive long legged brunette as she was standing up to straighten her beach towel. About one hour later on my way back home. There she was alone. Reading a book. I thought to myself. I will always regret if I don't introduce myself to her.
So I did. She had a cute little face with a slightly turned up nose. Long dark brown hair, big boobs, and a petite athletic body. From far away, she looked tall. But when she stood up to shake my hand. She was only about five feet tall. She had long shapely legs for her short body which made her look taller from a distance. She was sexy and her name was Marie. Another thing about Canadian women. All that rain and cold preserves their skin.
We just seemed to hit it off. No shortage of conversation. She had a spunky sarcastic personality. I asked for her number. She was more than willing. Everything went so smooth. She was fun and funny. Five years older than me. But who was counting? She was beautiful.
To this day. I do not remember our first date. But I do remember our first sex date. That very well could have been our first date. We were instantly attracted to each other and I think we both wanted the same thing. She was a firecracker. She loved to fuck. Our relationship revolved around sex. But we were good friends too. We never argued. We just seemed to understand each other.
Sometimes when we made love, she complained that I was too rough. Her pussy was kinda small. "Sometimes you hit bottom too hard, she said. I think she liked it though. She always came. And she always wanted me to cum inside her. She said she likes the intensity just before a guy shoots his load and the feel of their load shooting inside. My kinda girl.
I know she had many boyfriends before me. I would not doubt if she had fuck buddies along with me. I found out that she would hang out by the basketball courts in the park where we met. Guys would talk to her. Just like I did. She would take them home and let them fuck her. She liked those tall basketball players. The black ones too. So she is probably used to getting it a little rough. I am cool with that. It actually kinda turns me on to think of her being fucked by other guys.
When I went back home to San Diego, we kept in touch. She probably had boyfriends while I was gone. She liked to visit me. She loved the weather here. She looked great in a bikini. She looked good in anything. Her body looked like she spent hours in the gym. I had a gym at the house and don't think she ever used it.
I make a good living. I have a home in an upscale beach community north of downtown San Diego. She spent most of her days at our pool. She was a good cook. Kept my house clean and was always looking very attractive when I got home. So I never expected her to work.
No matter what she wore, conservative or sexy. You could always see the outline of that curvaceous body wiggling around under those clingy clothes. She looked like you wanted to rip her clothes off to see what is shaken under there. I am sure other guys were thinking the same thing. She got along with all my friends and associates. But not in a flirty way. She was just fun and intelligent.
She loves to buy sex toys and show them off to me. One was a strap-on. She even has a dildo that squirts. Once she mail ordered a very lifelike female sex doll for me. She wanted to watch me fuck it. Oddly enough. It looked a lot like her. She also mail ordered a lifelike male sex torso with a nine-inch hard-on. She wanted me to watch her mount it. That was a total turn on. That male organ was very lifelike. She said it was molded from a real porn star. She would jump on that torso anytime I asked. Sometimes she would hump it while giving me head. Eventually, I talked her into taking it up her ass. It took her a while with lots of lube. But damn that was hot!
She looked so hot naked. Seeing those big round 34 D's bouncing up and down. While she rode that nine-inch male torso. I couldn't wait to mount her myself. I always came quick. She was ok with it. She knew I just needed to get my rocks off by then. It was all sex all the time. Even when we were at conservative business dinners. Always sexual innuendos between us.
