My name's Marcus and it's got to be said that I'm a lucky man. I'm twenty-five, been married and then escaped, and now I've got two very sexy girlfriends. I suspect they both sort of know and accept that they're not the only ones in my life, although neither really knew who else there is.
They're very different women. The first one, Tanya, the one I've been with the longest, is my age to the month, taller then most girls, and slim, with dark brown hair that cascades around her shoulders and lovely green eyes.
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It's a military drill weekend, and I'm sitting at work, bored and on the computer. We are exchanging emails, and you are waiting at my house. We've made plans this evening to go out for dinner with Kandi. The last time we were together, playing rummy, you just weren't ready to go any further. But this time the other guy won't be there, and you have gained a lot more confidence. You're really looking forward to tonight, and being able to actually appreciate another woman instead of just being worried about yourself.
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It was a pretty normal late Saturday afternoon. Tom had finished his plans for the day, nothing special, laundry, some shopping, washing his car. For good measure he washed Kandy's as well. He wouldn't have done that on a normal Saturday, but his wife was out of town, so doing a small thing for his neighbor Kandy was really just an afterthought. Kandy's husband was also out of town, on a year-long remote assignment for the Government.
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They strolled down the jetty, enjoying the feel of the salty wind and the beauty of the setting sun. The surf was crashing against the rocks and spraying them with mist so that both their shirts were sticking close to their bodies by the time they reached the end of the walkway.
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