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I knew that my life was going to be complicated from this day forward. After all, isn't love always complicated? Still, none of that mattered. After nearly 27 years of "confirmed" bachelorhood, I had finally allowed myself to fall in love. That wasn't the issue – the issue was who I had fallen in love with. I'm getting ahead of myself, so please allow me to tell my story. This story belongs to myself and to MY Jennifer.

As you may have gathered from the above statement, my being a bachelor was not a matter of my own choosing. I simply had no luck with the ladies. To clarify, I had lots of dates – just nothing long lasting.

Here are a few examples for you to ponder. One girl I went out with was a pretty young brunette named MaryAnn – spelled exactly that way. Perhaps that should have set off a few warning bells.

MaryAnn was a barista I met at the coffee shop I frequented. Some people will tell you it's a mistake to date someone you meet at a place you frequent. I have one thing to say about those people – they are SO right!

I had wanted to ask MaryAnn out for some time and finally, a mutual friend of both of ours dared me to do it. As I knew I'd face endless months of persecution if I didn't act on that "suggestion", I caved and invited MaryAnn to join me for dinner. Said dinner was nice, it was followed by some lunches and a few more dinners. Just when I thought things were going to amount to nothing more than dinners and a few fleeting kisses, MaryAnn set me straight on that.

She wore an outfit to one of our dates that was the exact opposite of the sweet and demure MaryAnn I had come to know over the past six months. The skirt was made of black leather, the blouse was gauzy and I could easily see MaryAnn's best assets, for she wasn't wearing a bra. I was glad we weren't going to a fancy place for dinner, because she was really putting it all out there. As she slid into the passenger side of my sporty MG, I was easily able to discern that she was equally devoid of panties and wore the sheerest, blackest stockings I'd ever seen. She was also wearing an audacious and high pair of stiletto heels. MaryAnn certainly was putting all of her cards on the table – my new girlfriend wanted some action that night and I was going to be the happy recipient of her desires.

It got even crazier – she kept moving my hand under the table at the restaurant to finger her horny little pussy. She was wet, hot and tight – so far, so good. After we finished our meal and drinks, MaryAnn put her fingers to her lips to inform me I was to stay silent. Then, in a crazy move, she went under the table, unzipped me and fished out my cock. Yes, you guessed it – she took out my cock and gave me a blowjob in the middle of a crowded restaurant. I couldn't believe this was the same almost-shy chick I had known for several months. She was very good at her job and I came just in time, for our server returned only scant minutes after she was again seated beside me.

"I like acting theslut once I get comfortable around someone," MaryAnn grinned as we walked outside to the car. "I like to cut loose and if it has to do with sex, it's okay with me!"

I should have been thrilled, right? MaryAnn told me about a few of her adventures and they always sounded cool. She'd had sex in the middle of a thunderstorm. She once had sex with the wife of a good friend and when the husband caught them, they both fucked his brains out. She liked to be tied up. She loved it a bit rough, with hair pulling and spanking. She admitted to being a freaky chick.

I'm sure some of you are thinking this was an idyllic situation. A girl who is up for anything and would likely agree to a threesome – perfect, right?

No, not exactly.

Our sex that first date was amazing. She almost tackled me to get me into her bedroom and once the little clothing she had on was removed, she let it all go. Using some of the most profane language I've ever heard, MaryAnn showed me that she was a force to be reckoned with. She fucked me with a vengeance and there wasn't a lot of foreplay needed. She just wanted to get on top of my cock and fuck me until I couldn't think – I mean that almost literally. She got me to cum at least four times that night and by the time I made my way home, it was 4 AM and I was out the instant my head hit the pillow.

Wondering what the flaw is, aren't you?

Well, it's simple – MaryAnn always wanted it and she always wanted a LOT of it. It had to be freaky and don't make light of this, I like a bit of foreplay. I like cuddling and some romance, but that wasn't MaryAnn. She always wanted to fuck and she needed it hard. I had to bring my A-game every time and unleash an animal in the bedroom. Nothing less would get her off. If I slowed down, she managed to speed up the pace and I had no choice but to go along with it. I actually went home a few times in pain. I had a few bruises and scratches. Every one of our dates HAD to end with hot fucking or she was pissed. I even lost a few expensive shirts, because I was taking too long to undress.

I wasn't able to keep up with her and wasn't sure what to do about any of it. If I broke up with her, I'd have to avoid my favorite cafe. I told our mutual friend about this and she intervened. She knew that MaryAnn had a bad history in her relationships and she veered her towards someone else. Last I heard, MaryAnn and the other person are still an item. MaryAnn didn't care about the gender of her partner and Dominique keeps her on a short leash. I didn't even care that technically, my girlfriend had cheated on me, I was just happy I made it out of the relationship with no bones broken.

My friend felt guilty about all of this, which I insisted was ridiculous. She hadn't known how freaky MaryAnn was and the unexpected details I confessed after we started dating took her by surprise. Still, she insisted on fixing me up again. Anyone want to predict what went down next?

Okay, let's not get too far ahead. We haven't even reached the happy part.

The next girl she set me up with was Sarah, an attractive cocktail waitress she knew very well. She said that Sarah had a very positive, upbeat attitude and even after working six straight shifts, always seemed to be ready for fun. She had a picture of Sarah on her phone and once I saw that, I was in. After all, what could go wrong with a 5'9" blonde, slender and sporting a 34C-25-34 figure. She was also used to dressing sexy and on our first date, I thanked my friend via a quick text. Sarah was funny, bright and animated. She was also into me and was frank about it. "Once dinner is done, let's skip all the theatrics and go back to my place and fuck," she told me boldly. I liked her and I think we'd still be seeing each other if it wasn't for the little secret I discovered.

We went back to her place and she showed me everything I thought I wanted. She could be dominant or submissive. She loved the way I touched her and her back arched high when I went down on her. She gave great head. She loved to fuck and in different positions. She liked it gentle and she liked it a bit raunchy as well. She wasn't pushy, she gave suggestions, not orders.

We had sex three times that night, although there were pauses in between. She made us coffee one time and she even made me a grilled cheese to whet my appetite. The sex was different each time and the second time, her husky voice begging me to fuck her ass really turned me on. It didn't sound like the same girl I had just made love to 45 minutes before.

That's because shewasn't.

I didn't know it and neither did my friend – but it turned out that my companion was keeping a secret. After a few more fabulous dates, I stumbled on to her secret and things swiftly fell apart after that.

We had just finished a really rousing fuck and after some drinks and a filling dinner, I needed to use the bathroom. Sarah was making coffee, so I got up and made my way to the bathroom. That's how I found out about Sarah's little secret – she was a twin!

Yep, standing in the kitchen alongside Sarah was a carbon-copy – thus explaining the "husky" voice I'd heard during our second time. Now that she was busted, Sarah – and Rachel – confessed everything. They were the only two left in their family and had vowed to stay together. Their tastes ran along similar lines. They liked the same kinds of men – and women. The reason "Sarah" was never exhausted at work was because whenever she needed time off, sister Rachel covered her. Their inheritance managed to give them enough to live on the salary from one job. Sarah confessed that she really liked me and Rachel thought I was a great lay. Okay, I know what you're thinking – two girlfriends, perfect, right?

No – because first, they weren't honest with me. If I had known from minute one, I'd have been fine with it. I couldn't get over the feeling that if I hadn't found out, they might never have told me. My friend had known Sarah for over 2 years and she didn't know about Rachel. I might have been able to get past that, but they were insistent I share them equally. A threesome with some incestuous GG sex was alluded to – fine, I could cope with that. We went on a few more dates with all cards on the table. Just as I started thinking this might work out, something reared its ugly little head.

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