Luring the Playboy

David Steen.

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 our first intimate encounter. Our relationship had blossomed quickly, but I felt a deep connection with her that went beyond just physical attraction. 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. It was a passionate and intense experience that solidified my feelings for her. My football coach advised me to settle down early because women were starting to take notice of me and express interest. He thought it would be wise to find a stable partner before my career took off. I wasn't very popular back then, and I was only 20 years old. I was still young and relatively unknown, so the attention from women was a new experience for me.

As a football player, I had goals to achieve, especially since I wasn't doing well in college. I barely passed each year. I struggled academically and had to put in extra effort just to maintain my eligibility to play. In my third year, when other teams started to show interest in me, I decided to marry Viola. My football skills were starting to attract attention from scouts and coaches, and I realized that I needed to make some important life decisions. I met her parents and grew close to them, which made me think about buying a new house. I wanted to provide a stable home for my future wife and start building our life together. I came from a middle-class family, and Viola was in a similar situation. We both understood the value of hard work and financial responsibility.

Things were going smoothly. Viola was attractive, sexy, and we had great chemistry, especially in bed. Our physical connection was electric, and we couldn't keep our hands off each other. We also enjoyed drinking alcohol. It was a shared pleasure that brought us closer together and loosened our inhibitions. 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. We were adventurous and uninhibited in our lovemaking, exploring each other's bodies with enthusiasm and desire. The alcohol fueled our passion and made every encounter feel new and exciting.

Before our wedding day, I booked a standalone villa in the same resort where we were having the wedding party. I wanted everything to be perfect for our special day and the days leading up to it. 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 wanted to make sure everyone had their own space and privacy, while still being close enough to celebrate together. 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. It was a surprise to me, and I couldn't help but wonder about the circumstances surrounding her broken engagement. I assumed they kept it from me because I proposed to Viola on that day. Perhaps they didn't want to overshadow our happy moment with Portia's recent heartbreak.

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. I was feeling restless and wanted a nightcap to help me relax before the big day. But then I heard moaning! The sound was unmistakable, and it immediately caught my attention. I stood frozen and peeked. My curiosity got the better of me, and I couldn't resist the urge to investigate. 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. The shadowy alcove obscured her features, but I could make out her silhouette and the sensual movements of her body. My curiosity got the better of me, and I tiptoed closer. I moved with caution, not wanting to alert her to my presence. I saw that she was naked in the pool and pleasuring herself. Her moans were loud and carefree. She was lost in her own world of pleasure, oblivious to everything around her.

I couldn't help but watch, and it aroused me. I moved closer without caring if I would be caught or not. The risk of being discovered only added to the thrill and excitement of the moment. I was fixated on the sight of her pleasuring herself. My eyes were glued to her every movement, taking in every curve and contour of her body. She started touching herself more vigorously until her body trembled with pleasure. Her hands roamed over her skin, teasing and caressing her most sensitive areas. She played with her nipples and stimulated her clitoris until she reached orgasm. Her fingers worked expertly, bringing herself to the brink of ecstasy and then pushing herself over the edge.

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. The sound of my gasp broke the spell, and she was suddenly aware of my presence. I nervously gulped and stuttered, "I'm your..." My words caught in my throat, and I couldn't finish the sentence. The reality of the situation hit me like a ton of bricks, and I felt a mix of shame and excitement.

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. Her eyes were drawn to the obvious evidence of my arousal, and a knowing smirk played on her lips. 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. Her touch sent shivers down my spine, and I felt my resolve weakening with every passing second. She was confident and in control, and I was powerless to resist her advances.

I nodded and barely managed to say, "Yes." My voice was barely above a whisper, and I couldn't meet her gaze. I was caught between my desire for her and my loyalty to Viola, and I didn't know which way to turn.