Viola and I were happily married and satisfied with our intimate relationship for five years. We even used to talk openly to our best friends about how attracted we were to each other. We may have boasted a bit too much about how quickly Viola could arouse me and how she admired my physical attributes. Our love for alcohol and frequent drinking played a part in our behavior. It made us more open about our sexual life, although not in a shameful way. We enjoyed it, but I wonder if alcohol was the main reason, and not love as I had believed. There was one issue that I thought I had forgotten. It involved Viola's older sister. I had a physical relationship with her the day before I married Viola. Yes, I had sex with her, and I enjoyed it. However, after five years of being together, I didn't expect this situation to arise. I didn't realize that Viola's sister desired me so strongly. It's like putting fire near gasoline – it can cause everything to burn, including us.
Chapter 1 1
David Steen.
It was my last night before getting married to my girlfriend. We had been dating for a few months, and I knew she was the one from the moment we had our first intimate encounter. Our relationship had blossomed quickly, but I felt a deep connection with her that went beyond just physical attraction. We had been dating for a few months, and I knew she was the one from the moment we had sex for the first time. It was a passionate and intense experience that solidified my feelings for her. My football coach advised me to settle down early because women were starting to take notice of me and express interest. He thought it would be wise to find a stable partner before my career took off. I wasn't very popular back then, and I was only 20 years old. I was still young and relatively unknown, so the attention from women was a new experience for me.
As a football player, I had goals to achieve, especially since I wasn't doing well in college. I barely passed each year. I struggled academically and had to put in extra effort just to maintain my eligibility to play. In my third year, when other teams started to show interest in me, I decided to marry Viola. My football skills were starting to attract attention from scouts and coaches, and I realized that I needed to make some important life decisions. I met her parents and grew close to them, which made me think about buying a new house. I wanted to provide a stable home for my future wife and start building our life together. I came from a middle-class family, and Viola was in a similar situation. We both understood the value of hard work and financial responsibility.
Things were going smoothly. Viola was attractive, sexy, and we had great chemistry, especially in bed. Our physical connection was electric, and we couldn't keep our hands off each other. We also enjoyed drinking alcohol. It was a shared pleasure that brought us closer together and loosened our inhibitions. Every day ended with us having a bottle of tequila or whiskey and then having passionate sex on the couch, in the kitchen, or even in the shower. We were adventurous and uninhibited in our lovemaking, exploring each other's bodies with enthusiasm and desire. The alcohol fueled our passion and made every encounter feel new and exciting.
Before our wedding day, I booked a standalone villa in the same resort where we were having the wedding party. I wanted everything to be perfect for our special day and the days leading up to it. It had three floors: Viola and I took the third floor, our parents took the second-floor rooms, and Viola's elder sister, Portia, took the ground floor. I wanted to make sure everyone had their own space and privacy, while still being close enough to celebrate together. I hadn't met Portia before that night. They didn't tell me that she was engaged but had ended her engagement a week ago. It was a surprise to me, and I couldn't help but wonder about the circumstances surrounding her broken engagement. I assumed they kept it from me because I proposed to Viola on that day. Perhaps they didn't want to overshadow our happy moment with Portia's recent heartbreak.
Everyone went to their rooms to sleep, but Portia hadn't arrived yet. I completely forgot she was coming and left Viola in our suite to go to the kitchen and get a bottle of alcohol. I was feeling restless and wanted a nightcap to help me relax before the big day. But then I heard moaning! The sound was unmistakable, and it immediately caught my attention. I stood frozen and peeked. My curiosity got the better of me, and I couldn't resist the urge to investigate. I saw a very sexy woman in the pool, which was attached to the villa. She was in one of the dark corners, and I couldn't see clearly. The shadowy alcove obscured her features, but I could make out her silhouette and the sensual movements of her body. My curiosity got the better of me, and I tiptoed closer. I moved with caution, not wanting to alert her to my presence. I saw that she was naked in the pool and pleasuring herself. Her moans were loud and carefree. She was lost in her own world of pleasure, oblivious to everything around her.
I couldn't help but watch, and it aroused me. I moved closer without caring if I would be caught or not. The risk of being discovered only added to the thrill and excitement of the moment. I was fixated on the sight of her pleasuring herself. My eyes were glued to her every movement, taking in every curve and contour of her body. She started touching herself more vigorously until her body trembled with pleasure. Her hands roamed over her skin, teasing and caressing her most sensitive areas. She played with her nipples and stimulated her clitoris until she reached orgasm. Her fingers worked expertly, bringing herself to the brink of ecstasy and then pushing herself over the edge.
I realized I had been holding my breath, and I was turned on. I gasped, and she immediately turned her head towards me in shock, asking who I was. The sound of my gasp broke the spell, and she was suddenly aware of my presence. I nervously gulped and stuttered, "I'm your..." My words caught in my throat, and I couldn't finish the sentence. The reality of the situation hit me like a ton of bricks, and I felt a mix of shame and excitement.
She got out of the pool, revealing her sexy body to me. Then she put on a robe and looked down at the bulge in my pants. Her eyes were drawn to the obvious evidence of my arousal, and a knowing smirk played on her lips. She pushed me to the side, checked upstairs, and then she touched my neck in a seductive manner and whispered, "Are you my future brother-in-law?" raising an eyebrow. Her touch sent shivers down my spine, and I felt my resolve weakening with every passing second. She was confident and in control, and I was powerless to resist her advances.
I nodded and barely managed to say, "Yes." My voice was barely above a whisper, and I couldn't meet her gaze. I was caught between my desire for her and my loyalty to Viola, and I didn't know which way to turn.
She squeezed my penis as if punishing me for watching her, but then she said, "What if I offered you a unique deal?" Her touch was electric, and I couldn't help but respond to her advances. She had me under her spell, and I was willing to do anything she asked.
Curious, I raised my eyebrows and asked, "What is it?" I was intrigued by her proposition, and I couldn't help but wonder what she had in mind. I knew it was wrong, but I was too far gone to turn back now.
She smiled and touched between my legs, arousing me even more. I moaned, and she offered, "What if we have sex right here, right now, and then we both promise to forget this ever happened?" Her words were like a siren's call, luring me into her trap. I knew it was a mistake, but I couldn't resist the temptation of her body and the promise of forbidden pleasure.
"A secret? And no one will know?" I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. The thought of keeping this a secret from Viola was both thrilling and terrifying, but I was too far gone to care about the consequences.
She nodded and said, "Yes." Her confirmation was all I needed to hear, and I surrendered myself to her completely. I let my desires take over, and I forgot about everything else in the world.
And yes, I agreed. I forgot that my fiancée was upstairs. I forgot that I was getting married in a few hours. I let my desires control me. I was consumed by lust and the thrill of the forbidden, and I didn't care about anything else in that moment. It was a decision that would haunt me for the rest of my life, but in that moment, all I could think about was the pleasure that awaited me.
It was an unforgettable night. I could never forget or erase that memory from my life. The experience was seared into my brain, and I knew that no matter how hard I tried, I would never be able to forget what had happened between us. She was experienced and horny, and she pleasured me until I reached orgasm. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she used her body and her skills to bring me to new heights of ecstasy. We continued for multiple rounds until we were both weak and lying next to each other. Our bodies were spent, but our minds were still reeling from the intensity of the experience.
Before she fell asleep, she raised her finger and said, "Asshole, I'm not your fiancée. You should go back to Viola's room, or she might kill us." Her words were like a bucket of cold water, bringing me back to reality with a jolt. The guilt and shame washed over me like a tidal wave, and I suddenly realized the magnitude of what I had done.
I panicked, taking one last look at her body and face before quickly putting on my clothes and rushing back to my fiancée. I couldn't believe what I had just done, and I knew that I had to get out of there before anyone found out. My heart was pounding in my chest as I made my way back to Viola's room, praying that she wouldn't suspect anything.
I was foolish and impulsive back then. Portia was certain that I would never be able to forget those moments, especially since I was only twenty years old. She knew that the memory of our encounter would stay with me forever, and that no matter how hard I tried, I would never be able to erase it from my mind. I guess that's why she attended my wedding to Viola and then left. She wanted to see the look on my face as I said my vows, knowing that I had betrayed my fiancée just hours before. It was a cruel reminder of my mistake, and one that I would carry with me for the rest of my life.
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