Newlywed Not So Newlywed Game Questions Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Hah. That's not what you said before. You told me you'd only marry me if I agreed that we would stay out of each other's lives and do our own thing." "I was joking! How could I make such a ridiculous demand?" Kara rushed to explain, her eyes filled with pleading. I curled my lips in a cold, mocking smile. "You're too late. Everyone already knows Michelle is the woman I'm marrying." She frowned slightly. She thought I regretted not choosing her and even tried to offer advice. "Then… we can consummate the marriage first. I'm a fertile woman, and you're extremely virile. I'm sure we'll get pregnant easily."

The person must be clean and hygienic. The conversation in the room got hot quickly. My wife pulled out a blindfold from her bag and told both of us to put it on. I know what she playing. She will blindfold us and both of the ladies will touch us and will ask is this me your wife or your friend's wife. She named this game 'Betrayal Touch'. Before we got blindfolded our wives slowly changed into sexy small lingerie transparent gown. We laid back on the bed with a blindfold on our face. We heard our wives giggling and coming up on the bed.

When she reached the table, Wendy refused to look at him—or rather, she couldn't be bothered to, not wanting to acknowledge him. "We want to play a couples' game, but we're short on people," Neil said, addressing Tommy but clearly speaking to Wendy. "As it happens, your girlfriend brought a friend." Wendy asked, "How do you play?" "The girls draw cards. If it's a letter, no one drinks. If it's a number, the guy drinks that many shots." The game was clearly designed for couples—who else would willingly drink for someone else? Wendy pointed at herself in confusion.

The evening air hummed with laughter and clinking glasses. The garden had transformed into a dream — a canopy of fairy lights overhead, tables glimmering with gold-rimmed cutlery, and roses woven through crystal vases. The newlyweds sat at the head of the long table, Alan proudly perched between them, his small hands fidgeting with his bowtie again. “Alright, everyone!” Hazel’s voice rang through the soft music. “It’s time for something fun before dinner gets cold!” She jumped up, waving her hand dramatically. “We’re playing The Game of Hearts!”

Daniel returned the smile and added, “It’s harmless. Just a ‘how well do you know your partner’ thing. We wanted to test it out before the engagement tomorrow. Everyone plays, it’s tradition here.” Tradition my ass. Tch. We ended up in the lounge, sitting in a circle with four other couples. Bobby and Daniel, Knox and me, and enough smug grins to make me want to fake a phone call and leave. In the center sat a glass bowl stuffed with folded slips of paper. “The rules are simple,” Bobby said. “One partner draws a question. The other answers. If you disagree, you drink. If you match, you get a point.” Knox’s gaze swept over him, “You always did like making people jump through hoops for your am

She flipped to one of the pages and excitedly asked Timothy, "How about a ghost marriage?" The man frowned. "That sounds ominous. Pick something else." Yara glanced at him in disdain and clicked her tongue. "You're too superstitious." Even so, she turned a page and pointed at the bride in a blood-soaked wedding gown. "What about this one? The ghost bride." Timothy was at a loss for words. Ultimately, he had enough of her cursing others or his tastes. So, he picked one with an embroidery house theme. The game required a minimum of four people to play, which led to them being randomly matched with a couple. The first step upon entering was to understand the backstory.

I said and the alcohol was put on the ground as we all sat on our cushions that had our names. "the first game is how well do we know the bride.. And of course you know if you get the wrong answer you drink right.. Alcohol ladies. Alcohol.." Paris said and we all screamed. I was now glad that Tawny agreed for us to use her house and not my apartment. We were going to make too much noise for the neighbors. Here was just perfect. " the first question.. Is... Who here has known the bride the longest..?" They all stared at me and I laughed before taking a gulp on my glass.

The groom and bride were to watch, take it all in and enjoy. One of the games was called ‘come-clean’ and a question from the game was, “How many of you have fucked the groom?” Nobody raised their hand, but Elara noticed Mia fidgeting. Kai saw it too and tried to distract Elara with a few talk here and there, but the seed of doubt was planted.

Greg grins, "A little souvenir." I pick it up, It says Love Is A Game." Chase rubs his hands together. "Well, we're opening it." Within minutes, the cards and pieces are spread across the coffee table. The game turns out to be a mixture of fun questions, silly challenges, and guessing games for couples. It isn't embarrassing in the slightest—just wonderfully light-hearted. One round has Greg and me trying to guess each other's favorite desserts. "I know this one," Greg says confidently.

My juices are already dripping on the chair—something that has never happened to me ever. “Good girl,” the First Guy praises, letting go of me and standing in front of me. I can see his cock poking his pants as well, but he is not as hard as Thirst Trap yet. Maybe he is quite resistant to whatever is in the air. “This is how we are going to play this game,” he says, and my ears perk up. “We are going to ask you some questions, and if you give us a satisfactory answer, you get a reward.” He strokes his chin and adds, “But you can still use your safe word any time if you don’t want to play this game.”