Pranks Couples Novels & Stories

Most day when we are intimate ,we make love. But tonight.... tonight I needed to dominate her. I reach in the box. I pull out a little rubber ring. It goes around my shaft and it vibrates while I'm inside of her. Then I grab handcuffs. I walk back over to the bed. I hold the handcuffs upward in her view. She jumps up with a smile and puts her hands out. I shake my head. "Turn around babe." I say to her. She turned around on her knees still on the bed as I stood at the end.

Not close-a-deal serious. Serious serious. "You will be marrying me." The room went very, very quiet. I opened my mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. "I'm sorry — I will be what?"

“I, Prince Klarisse, vow to be the best husband ever! Now kiss the bride!” The two dissolved into a fit of giggles, collapsing onto the bed in a heap of laughter. Their playtime always involved elaborate stories, but wedding day fantasies were their favorite. They imagined themselves marrying dashing princes, living in grand castles, and having adventures together forever. “Do you think our princes will be able to tell us apart?” Klara asked, propping herself up on her elbows. Klarisse smirked. “No way. If we switch places, they’d never know. We look exactly the same.”

I look at my sister. Well, she lets out a heavy sigh. I asked my friends Cindy and Clay to pretend they wanted to get married. I called down to the concierge who arranged everything. We hosted the wedding and then I got you and Ava to sign as witnesses. But because you were both so drunk, you didn't notice that the names on the license were yours. Then you signed it. She shrugs her shoulders slightly. I'm in shock. Also, a little in awe that she somehow pulled this prank off so easily. I will deny this till the day I die, but fuck, brilliant prank. If it were anyone but me. I give her a semi-glare, which makes her smile. What I don't get is why send it to Mom and Dad?

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After a few jokes from Albert, the games began. Three couples were on stage—one dating, one married, and one secretly married. The first game was balloon popping. The men had to lift the women by their thighs and jump up while the women tried to pop the balloons above their heads with their hands. Albert announced, "The winning couple gets a free television as a reward, and the losers will be punished. Begin!" Phoebe was agile because she was skilled in taekwondo, judo, and boxing. Cole was strong too. They worked seamlessly together. They popped most of the balloons above their heads in no time.

"So, what's your plan for the ninth prank?" "We'll pull off the ninth one at Caleb's wedding," Kevin crowed. "Just imagine it. The officiant asks, 'Caleb Smith, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?' and Caleb bellows, 'Absolutely not!' It's going to be hysterical." Outside, I leaned against the wall and slowly slid down until I was crumpled on the floor. Pulling my knees close, I buried my face as silent sobs tore through me.

Just exhausted recognition. We're both so tired of performing. "Earth to Mara." Vivienne snaps her fingers. "You're doing it again." "Doing what?" "That thing you two do. The intense eye contact. The silent communication." She sighs dramatically. "It's almost unfair how connected you are." Connected. Right. We're connected the way prisoners are connected to their chains. But I paste on a smile and let her believe whatever romantic narrative she needs. ***** The same afternoon brings another couples' activity. This time it's a group tennis tournament on the resort's clay courts.

“You really think so?” “Believe me, I’ve been here before. I call them her Unfortunate Choices. Sometimes she joins a cult, sometimes she gets a tattoo.… Think of this marriage as an extreme piercing. Right this minute, they’re doing a Couples’ Quiz,” I add to encourage him. “I mean, what a joke! They haven’t got a clue about each other. Lottie will see that, and she’ll start to think straight, and then she’ll realize.” “Couples’ Quiz?” says Richard after a pause. “You mean like that TV game?” “Exactly. Like, ‘What is your partner’s favorite meal that you cook for her?’

Alex was getting more and more excited to play pranks on her grandmother. Meanwhile, Claire started pinching her husband's waist to keep him from talking about babies. “There is no special ritual. But, there are certain styles that you can practice when making babies in order to get twins. Wait a minute! I'll turn off the phone first. Okay!” Claire's forehead wrinkled as she looked at Alex. They looked at each other as soon as Emma turned off the phone. “Special style? What does grandma mean? What's she going to do?” Claire asked.