Freak Couple Novels & Stories

Then he straightened, spreading his arms theatrically. “Bienvenue à l’aventure! The cameras are already rolling.” He clapped. A few camera guys with microphones rushed over. Me: “Just… smile.” I muttered to Aaron as the man turned to the camera. “Mesdames et messieurs, for our septième couple—our seventh couple—we have the stunning Nessa and her charming husband Aaron! Just married and ready to begin their lune de miel right here on Love on Sea! If you want to see four unforgettable days with the couple that broke the internet—restez avec nous. The journey is just beginning.”

I took my glass and went looking for Frida. I see Frida with her Fiance. Rueben at the VIP LOUNGE, she was twerking on him. I took a shot of the tequila and approached them. Frida sees me and bounces her butt a little more on her husband’s groin, he gives a dramatic groan and teasingly pushes her to me. I smiled. They've been like that even back in high school. “Girl, you left me!” I shout over the blaring music, accusingly.

Gerald apologized, looking at the men to help him out. "I am Noah, and this is my wife, Tasha. Like you, we are also here on our honeymoon." The African American couple introduced themselves. Their skin, a golden tone, and it shone even in the fire. The lady had her hair in a kinky twist, while the man was sporting bald hair and a full chin beard. "Nice to meet you." Nicholas said as he shook his hand, while the wives were content with waving hellos. "I am Benedict, and unlike you guys, I am yet to be married. Julie, here is my girlfriend. It is our second anniversary, and we came to spend it here." Benedict, the round, bespectacled man said. He and his girlfriend seem like the average nerd

The guys clap on Jarek's back while saying the most absurd things I can think of as he continues to kiss me. These are assholes, for sure. We both laugh when we are showered in beer as everyone throws beers at us. Snaking my arm around his waist, I lean my head against his shoulder while watching the happiness of my crazy family. Family, that's what this entire club is. We might not be like a normal and average family; we are a bunch of crackpots banded together, yet we are a family. "She's mine, motherfuckers!" He screams, throwing me over his shoulder, and carries me inside.

They were the only ones who we wait and the couple Joseph and Juliet were already there. "Nope!" Trisha is my Fil-Am girlfriend. We are cooling off right now. That's because she is forcing a marriage that is not what I can even like. And she wasn't even a wife material for me. "We would have just had a double wedding today so that your girlfriend won't hurt anymore," Felix said. "That's impossible, dude,"

I stroked it twice, and he made a low growl from the back of his throat. His hand slithered between my legs, his fingers brushing my drenching folds. "F.uck! You're not wearing any panties!" Chris' voice was pure gravel. "It didn't go with the dress," I whispered, my head falling back as he plunged in and out inside me. When his thumb stroked my c.lit, I bucked and cried boldly, writhing in pleasure. "I'm glad you closed the pantry door. It wouldn't be the smartest idea if any guests discovered the newlyweds screwing like rabbits in the kitchen." I giggled.

She feared he was getting tired of her. Coexistence was never an easy thing, especially for two people that were getting to know each other while pretending to have a marriage, but sleeping together every night and acting like a normal couple. Their relationship was confusing, to say the least, and Florence was afraid that Scott was starting to get sick of it.

By the time I saw Beatrice again, five years had blown by. My family and friends threw a welcome-back party. The room buzzed. "Howard, you missed the chaos. Your wedding five years ago? Total meltdown." "When those pics and videos hit the screen, the Whitmores' name tanked. Those two deserved it." "And Beatrice? Girl tried hijacking a helicopter just to stop you. Got locked up for half a month after that stunt." "She made zero sense. She was with you but acting sketchy with Joseph. After the wedding blew up, the Whitmores tried marrying her off to him. He was happy, but she refused. Kept crying about how you were the only one she wanted... yeah, sure."

Another pair stumbled past our table, barely able to keep their hands off each other. Till they landed on a couch slightly opposite us. For some seconds, they fncked each other loudly. Until she screams "Babe, am cñmming...fnckk" her voice echoes in pleasure. Great!. Two ladies at a dark corner, engage in finger fncking their greedy tints. Closet to them, another guy was seriously sucking on the exposed n!pple of a black b!tch. His friend sits opposite while a girl twerk rides on his lap, both sweating profusely.

My boyfriend "Dave" and I have been together for 7 years. We are an attractive black couple, both in decent shape. We have never had a problem satisfying each other sexually, which is one reason for our long courtship. But we both shared the same freaky ideas about sex, and were willing to try almost anything for a turn-on. As you can imagine after 7 years, something needs to be done to keep the spice alive!