Viola and I were happily married and satisfied with our intimate relationship for five years. We even used to talk openly to our best friends about how attracted we were to each other. We may have boasted a bit too much about how quickly Viola could arouse me and how she admired my physical attributes. Our love for alcohol and frequent drinking played a part in our behavior. It made us more open about our sexual life, although not in a shameful way. We enjoyed it, but I wonder if alcohol was the main reason, and not love as I had believed. There was one issue that I thought I had forgotten. It involved Viola's older sister. I had a physical relationship with her the day before I married Viola. Yes, I had sex with her, and I enjoyed it. However, after five years of being together, I didn't expect this situation to arise. I didn't realize that Viola's sister desired me so strongly. It's like putting fire near gasoline – it can cause everything to burn, including us.

Chapter 1 1

David Steen's perspective:

It was my last night before getting married to my girlfriend. We had been dating for a few months, and I knew she was the one from the moment we had sex for the first time. My football coach advised me to settle down early because women were showing interest in me. I wasn't very popular back then, and I was only 20 years old.

As a football player, I had goals to achieve, especially since I wasn't doing well in college. I barely passed each year. In my third year, when other teams started to show interest in me, I decided to marry Viola.

I met her parents and grew close to them, which made me think about buying a new house. I came from a middle-class family, and Viola was in a similar situation.

Things were going smoothly. Viola was attractive, sexy, and we had great chemistry, especially in bed. We also enjoyed drinking alcohol. Every day ended with us having a bottle of tequila or whiskey and then having passionate sex on the couch, in the kitchen, or even in the shower.

Before our wedding day, I booked a standalone villa in the same resort where we were having the wedding party. It had three floors: Viola and I took the third floor, our parents took the second-floor rooms, and Viola's elder sister, Portia, took the ground floor.

I hadn't met Portia before that night. They didn't tell me that she was engaged but had ended her engagement a week ago. I assumed they kept it from me because I proposed to Viola on that day.

Everyone went to their rooms to sleep, but Portia hadn't arrived yet. I completely forgot she was coming and left Viola in our suite to go to the kitchen and get a bottle of alcohol. But then I heard moaning!

I stood frozen and peeked. I saw a very sexy woman in the pool, which was attached to the villa. She was in one of the dark corners, and I couldn't see clearly. My curiosity got the better of me, and I tiptoed closer. I saw that she was naked in the pool and pleasuring herself. Her moans were loud and carefree.

I couldn't help but watch, and it aroused me. I moved closer without caring if I would be caught or not. I was fixated on the sight of her pleasuring herself.

She started touching herself more vigorously until her body trembled with pleasure. She played with her nipples and stimulated her clitoris until she reached orgasm.

I realized I had been holding my breath, and I was turned on. I gasped, and she immediately turned her head towards me in shock, asking who I was.

I nervously gulped and stuttered, "I'm your..."

She got out of the pool, revealing her sexy body to me. Then she put on a robe and looked down at the bulge in my pants. She pushed me to the side, checked upstairs, and then she touched my neck in a seductive manner and whispered, "Are you my future brother-in-law?" raising an eyebrow.

I nodded and barely managed to say, "Yes."

She squeezed my penis as if punishing me for watching her, but then she said, "What if I offered you a unique deal?"

Curious, I raised my eyebrows and asked, "What is it?"

She smiled and touched between my legs, arousing me even more. I moaned, and she offered, "What if we have sex right here, right now, and then we both promise to forget this ever happened?"

"A secret? And no one will know?"

She nodded and said, "Yes."

And yes, I agreed. I forgot that my fiancée was upstairs. I forgot that I was getting married in a few hours. I let my desires control me.

It was an unforgettable night. I could never forget or erase that memory from my life.

She was experienced and horny, and she pleasured me until I reached orgasm. We continued for multiple rounds until we were both weak and lying next to each other.

Before she fell asleep, she raised her finger and said, "Asshole, I'm not your fiancée. You should go back to Viola's room, or she might kill us."

I panicked, taking one last look at her body and face before quickly putting on my clothes and rushing back to my fiancée.

I was foolish and impulsive back then. Portia was certain that I would never be able to forget those moments, especially since I was only twenty years old.

I guess that's why she attended my wedding to Viola and then left.