Novel & Cerita Pranks Couples

Nonetheless, the couple, especially Alfred, was shy. He looked at Carson, and the rest. To worsen his case, Mike called out from the pews, “Professional Kisser, go on.” Apart from the witnesses, Alfred, laughed heartily, and his wife was infested. She laughed too, and thereafter, they kissed again, the Registrar's prank satiated. Then, he proceeded, “Ladies and gentlemen, behold Prince and Princess Alfred Walter. The latest couple in town.”

"On April Fools' Day… Y-You said it was… okay to prank her… to teach her a lesson… she won't forget…" When James heard that, his grip loosened. Marissa was right. The night before we were supposed to depart, Marissa had sought him out, sweetly begging him to let her play a prank on me again since it was April Fools' Day tomorrow. She claimed that she was only planning on turning off my oxygen for a few seconds, just to give me a good scare. He was busy browsing documents at the time, so he didn't even bother raising his head as he responded with, "Do whatever you wish, just don't take things too far."

"More of your pranks? Aren't you a little too old for this?" She grinned and leaned in to plant a kiss on my cheek. "You're never too old for fun." I didn't pull away, letting her wrap her arms around me. One thing led to another, and we tumbled from the living room couch all the way to the bedroom. After all these years of marriage, the fact that we were still so crazy about each other was largely thanks to her playful streak. If she ever stopped acting like this, I'd probably think something was wrong.

Soon Jody had her legs wrapped around him as well as her arms and could feel Jason's cock growing and press up against her pussy. "Oh, Janet, he's as good as Jim is for sure. But I think you should find out for yourself," said Jody. At that, Janet swam up the Jim and repeated what Jody was doing with Jason. "What the..." said Jim as Janet's lips made contact with his. Soon both couples were 'coupling'. Ginger and Bridget watched with anticipated breath as their girlfriends swapped partners in front of everyone. They soon turned their attention to their own dates. Ginger closed in on Greg and said, "Greg, would you like to make out with my girlfriend Bridget?"

Becca asked equally outraged by the audacity of the duo. “They were so confident!!” “Are they brothers? There is no sign of resemblance between the both of them” Becca asked Mr Scott. “You can say they were co-husbands from a failed marriage.” I paused, I wasn't expecting something that kinky from them. “Explain in simple terms please.” “They were married to the same woman, she bailed and they decided to stay with each other.” “Were they tricked into the marriage?” I asked. “What?” “You know that thing that happens on cheating TV shows where the spouse finds out that their partner has another family.”

What have I just done? A harsh, bitter laugh escaped me as I threw my phone onto the bed. Oh, this is going to be a fucking disaster. Because, of course, why not toss a fake relationship into the mix? Just add it to the wonderful combination of a broken marriage, a hypocritical husband, and a mistress who is probably upstairs right now getting comforted while my husband says he is sorry for being such an asshole. How completely perfect.

“Pair up! Let’s see who can throw hands without crying about it. None of that soft, lovey-dovey sparring crap either. If your partner isn’t limping when we’re done, you’re not trying hard enough.” They shuffle into pairs, fists raised. I walk between them, barking out tips, shoving shoulders back into place, and occasionally knocking someone down just to remind them not to get too comfortable. One pair keeps tickling each other instead of fighting. I roll my eyes, grab both their heads, and knock them together. “Congratulations, you just mated. Now fight like a married couple.” The group bursts out laughing. Yeah. That’s the energy I want. Blood, sweat, and a little chaos.

Skylar's POV For the couple event, I'm going to put my all into it. I scrolled through the couple event page, watching one video after another to get an idea of what we were expected to do. It was a yearly event where couples from different parts of the world came together to participate in various activities, with prizes awarded to the winning couple at the end. And this year, it was going to be hosted in France. The more videos I watched, the less I liked the idea. Couples were feeding each other, dancing together, answering questions about their relationship, and staring into each other's eyes like they were in some cheesy romance.

But these… These were those quick release handcuffs married couples used to spice up their sex life. Now what? Wait here for the rain to stop? Or continue?

I asked, getting irritated by their insipid jokes. “What slave girl are you talking about? The one who appears to be the group leader said. “Have you been smoking weed” another asked. “You look like you need help” the skinny one added. “Stop it!” I screamed at the four of them, I was getting frustrated with their stupid pranks. Are they trying to drive me nuts, what was with all the clownish attitude?