Prankster Couples Novels & Stories

Fredrick hollered, and another round of cheers rang out. "Don't listen to the airhead," Holland said. "Just get past the wedding. Goodluck runs in our circle. As soon as you get past the headache of marriage, the marriage itself will be astounding." "Yeah. Just look at these two." Vincente indicated between Rick and Samuel. "Marriage seems to be going well for these bozos." "How lucky they are to find women that can keep up with their personalities." "What's that supposed to mean?" Rick joked defensively. "You know what it means, Rick." Samuel coughed into his fist, looking away when Rick turned to him.

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.”

“I don’t know either. We’ve never done anything like this. I think we got caught up in the teasing. It escalated fast.” Sean sipped his drink and nodded slowly. “It happens. Honestly, more couples do this kind of thing than you think. Some do it for the rush. Some just like the power shift. And sometimes it’s just curiosity.” He hesitated, weighing what to say next. “Candice and I used to dabble. We weren’t full-on swingers, but there were... moments.” Theo tilted his head. “Like what?”

“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?’

Pete laughed, "Dude, it's a fuckin' spit roast trio...we could get the other dildo and have four of you! A Rob foursome!" I watched them squirm and buck, using every muscle in their bodies to drive the dildo into each other. A husband and wife, surrendering to their needs, passionately fucking each other with a shared dildo; it was primal and erotic, as their bodies slapped together in a heated rhythm of wanton lust. The slap of the bare flesh and their moans was nearly ready to push me over the brink. I groaned, "Mmmm...that's it...fuck each other good...use my big dicks...yeah...yeah...yeah, that's it...use all those dicks!"

I nodded in understanding. The rest of the day passed with Carter and I having a little date. We prepared dinner together, watched some movies and played some games. It sounded like a normal hangout and... to be honest, it really was one. Fancy dates at restaurants or going on top of the highest hill to see the town at night didn't suit us. We enjoyed throwing "cockporn" at each other a lot more. What is best than dating your friend, the person who knows the most basic form of yourself and still loves you? At one moment or another we all give up on extravagant dates and end up farting or burping in front of each other.We should not created an illusion of a perfect couple because it would sha

“The two couples go. They leave at first light.” Parker leans back with a grin. “Couples mission. What could possibly go wrong?” Everything. Absolutely everything.

So yummy always available for purchase. But the food truck has her favorites made the best. Even halo halo. It was actually an old truck. Looked like you'd be crazy to buy food out of it. But believe it or not, when it comes to restaurants or food trucks, the most run-down and beaten up have the best food. At this moment my gorgeous wife was in her new swim suit. She was looking at herself in the mirror. I had my swim trunks on and was watching her every move. I may look creepy at times to her. She always asks me to stop when she catches me. But I can't help but to adore her in every way and move.

His hand brushed against mine intentionally, a lingering, scorching touch that made my fingers tremble. Kian flashed Julian a tight, corporate smile, but the moment my husband blinked, Kian’s gaze dropped straight to my high velvet collar, eyes flashing darkly. Cassian smirked openly. His tattooed fingers clamped tightly around the wine stem, his eyes pinning my lips with a predatory, shameless hunger. They were playing the game perfectly. We all pretended we had never met. We all pretended last night never happened. And as I stepped back, my heart hammering against my ribs, I desperately prayed to whatever god was listening that it would stay that way forever.

I faced both of them to explain and to stop nagging. "Guys let's make things clear, I don't have a relationship with Dave Arkiel and we will never have a relationship because he has a girlfriend and another one whatever we have now we are meeting, or even talking. That's because we need to stop the marriage arrangement . Because we both didn't like that. So please stop teasing us. He already has a girlfriend and I don't want to ruin whatever they have." I explained to my two naughty friends. "Fine." They both said at the same time.