My Fiancé's Sister
She will pay, everyone will.
I wrote this just for fun—no moral meaning or anything new. This story I wrote five years ago was one of my first. I just edited the grammar with Grammarly and spell check. If you have anything better for thirty minutes, do it.
Warning: this is a RAAC with Revenge. Don't bitch later.
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Damn, just damn, some things never change. My name is John, not my real name. I am a 64-year-old surgeon and senior partner at an orthopedic clinic. I'm well known in my field and will not give you my real name. I do not want this to come back on me for what I did long ago. After all, I would be admitting to a felony.
I love reading Reddit cheating stories. I came across a story that brought back memories. I just read a story about a young man that found out that his fiancé had gotten drunk and screwed a stripper. It was filmed and posted on a Porn Site. She was out of it and didn't stop or remember it. Some friends she had. True story: they didn't get married.
The couple lived together, and the girl left her phone on the coffee table. The future bride's phone buzzed with a text message:
The guy picked it up, and his life turned into a nightmare,
"Call me when you get home."
But what caught the future groom's attention was that she had left her phone on the coffee table, and the young man picked it up and looked at it.
The previous message went up like this.
"Hey, Sis, are you ok.".
"Yeah."
"Are you going to tell him that you got drunk and fucked the stripper?"
"Hell no, I was drunk, and it was an accident. If he found out, we would be through. I love him more than anything and don't want to lose him."
He sat in shock. She came out of her room and said she loved him but was late for work. She kissed him goodbye like nothing happened. By the time she got home that afternoon, he had packed up his gear and left.
He went to live with a friend she didn't know about. His phone blew up that afternoon, and his fiancé was looking for him. He hadn't called her all day. He finally called and told her that he knew what she had done. Before he considered it, she and her sister had to tell her parents what they had done. Everyone, including his parents, was working on getting them back together, and it was a drunken mistake.
That is where I'll stop. I will tell you what happened at the end. This is where my story begins.
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I've known Mary (again, not her real name) my whole life. That night, my parents and I went to my father's best friend's house for dinner. Both were doctors.
We were ten years old, and I was smitten with her that night. From that moment, our families have vacationed together at least once a year. We swam in each other's pools and spent every free moment we could talking and being together. Nobody in school even tried to get between us. By the time we were 14, we both knew we had found our one true love.
The only problems we had were caused by her little bitch of a younger sister. I called her "the Bitch." I would always mouth to her when no one saw me, and she would return with an evil smile. Her Christian name was Virginia.
I never understood why she hated me, but she did. She would tell Mary that she would see me cheating on her and kissing other girls. After Mary and I had our third fight about this, we finally figured out what was going on, and we decided right then that we would talk to each other about it before we jumped to any more conclusions. We finally figured out when the bitch was lying; it was when she moved her lips.
This continued even after I graduated from college and attended medical school. After graduating with one year of internship, I asked Mary to marry me. I had four more to go before I became a specialist surgeon, and we couldn't wait any longer.
Mary grew up to be a beautiful woman. She was a Kindergarten teacher at the local pre-K, where she loved working with little children. I knew she would make a great mom someday.
She was a 5'8" tall brunette with a thin body and size 38 B cups. I never minded them being small; I have seen naked women dissecting them for my anatomy class. If they were old and had big breasts, they looked like fried eggs that had flatted out and would roll over to the sides of their chest, and I thought it was disgusting.
I was a starting linebacker at an Ivy League school. I was 6'4", weighed 235, and was ripped from working out for 12 years. I was often told that I was handsome or cute, but I just blew it off by saying they needed glasses. I always just saw myself as an average-looking guy.
We hadn't had sex until after college. Yep, we were both virgins. And trust me, it took every bit of willpower to hold off. We didn't have a hookup culture back then. But many young maidens offered to take their turn at the well. Rumors seemed to be about my time in the showers and the weapon I carried. I was a one-woman man, and Mary was my best friend.
I guess it was a waste of time not having our fun earlier. After we graduated, we got carried away on a beach in Jamaica, and, well, you know.
Our parents didn't believe us when we later told them. Mary and I looked at each other and smirked; looking at our parents, I stared at mine and Mary's at hers.
"Why don't you believe us, Mom and Dad? You told us you waited that long." Both sets of parents changed the subject as they blushed.
"No, Mom and Dad, you guys aren't getting off that easy. Mary and I had the pinned and were smiling ear to ear." they knew it.
"Both of you said you were married before you did it and dated younger more than us. Are you trying to tell me you didn't wait?" I watched our father grinning ear to ear. "You are not lying to us now, are you?"
Both moms were fidgeting, trying to figure out what to say.
Mary interjected, "Mom, let's see." Counting on her fingers, Mary said, "You were married in June, and I was born in..."
Her mother stood up indignantly and replied, "I have, you know, young lady. You were born nine months after we were married."
She announced, "We're leaving." My Mom quickly agreed. Our Dads high-fived me as they quickly followed them out the doors. From that day forward, I would always count on my fingers if our moms got a little righteous.
Oh, don't get me wrong, we did our share of heavy petting, fingering, and oral until we consummated the deal. Then we fucked like rabbits while exploring and learning the other sexual needs.
Mary wouldn't swallow, and her ass might as well have been tattooed with an exit-only sign. She would give me a great head and finish me with a hand job. She loved me going down on her, and that's how she got her first orgasm.
We planned the wedding for the middle of June. I bought her a $4,000 engagement ring with a matching wedding band. Back in the early 80s, it was not accepted by social norms to live together until after you were married, and besides, if our moms found out, they would have killed us. We are Catholic, and that was a big no-no.
By that time, I had my own apartment, and she lived with her sister, "the Bitch," in theirs. But she spent most of the time with me. You know the term, what your moms don't know won't kill us.
Because of our hectic schedules and my starting my specialized training in July, we opted to have our bachelor and bachelorette parties three months early, in March.
Mine was a simple night out with my friends. As a matter of fact, my father and future father-in-law got me drunk and made me smoke my first cigar. The next day, I was green and sick and got no sympathy from Mary or my mom. Oh my God, we had a great time.
Mary had scheduled her bachelorette party for the following weekend. I should have followed up on my gut feeling that this would blow up on us and stopped it. The Bitch was setting everything else. Rumors had it she had booked strippers. But since our moms were going, I kept my gut in check.
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"Hey Tony, I need you to call in the favor you owe me for your surgery. Tony needed surgery for a torn ACL and had no money. I arranged for free medical care for him to train for my first solo surgery. Of course, with a qualified doctor standing by my side if needed. Tony was a stripper for a local revue that traveled around doing parties. One night, a woman took his thong and pulled him off the stage, trying to rip it off. He landed awkwardly on that knee and twisted and shredded the ACL and the meniscus.
Mary's bachelorette party was being held at the Ritz, and I have from a good source that after our mom's leave, the bitch sister of hers is bringing in male strippers.
A day later, I received a call back from Tony, "John, I just found out about 5 of us have been booked for that event. I hate to tell you that statistics show that about 70% of future brides or bachelors have sex during those parties."
"Tony," I demanded, "I'm calling in my favor. You tell your guys to stay clear. Let her watch and admire, but stay away from her. She doesn't hold her liquor very well."
"John, I got your back. I can't control everyone, but I promise to step in if anyone tries anything."
Saturday night came around, and I talked to Mary. I reminded her I loved her and told her to watch out for her sister. I warned her that her sister was trying to destroy us and not to drink too much. Mary assured me she would watch out for her sister; she loved me and was not interested in sleeping with anyone else.
She walked out of my apartment and got into her sister's car to go home to get ready for the evening. Her sister was standing outside the car as Mary got in. She smirked. I mouthed, "bitch." She mouthed, "fuck you."
I went inside my apartment. I had a gut feeling that this was going to go south tonight. I went in and watched the NCAA basketball finals. As the night wore on, I had that sick feeling in the depths of the bows of my stomach that my future marriage to Mary was over.
I went to bed around twelve. Around two, the phone next to his bed started ringing. I prayed that Mary told me she was home, and nothing happened. The phone rang.
