If actually your wife is on nairaland as you said and this ur story is not a fiction. I am sorry she will easily decode that this piece is coming from you except she is that dumb. You really messed up and need to confess to her otherwise your marriage will have a shaky foundation and might come from the sister's mouth in case of future confrontation with the Sister .

Make i no lie to you....if i am their father or brother .......i go chop your head off, without thinking twice.....or i go make your testicles big like water melon or make u dey waka for market naked.........thou deserve no mercy

Sounds like a story from a story book. I won't read this cock and bull tale.

i just like you writing quality



but you gave yourself a stigma
a fuckinp long one

I must commend your writing skills...top notch.

AfroKnight:
This has to be fake.

Cos if your fiancée read this, she would know who wrote it. Unless she’s really dûmb.

You write like someone who is smart enough to know that if you want to avoid discovery you should leave out the details and say as little as possible.

If this story were actually based on the truth, then you’re either not as clever as you think or you believe you girl is really really slow.

God bless you. I had to log in cuz of your comment. You nailed it, exactly what's on my mind.
You're too brilliant jor.

You may search North and South, East and West but your solution is just 1(one)

your guilt alone points out you still have the good side of you Cox if it were others, they will consider it as a normal thing and still continue but in my best opinion, please do not in any circumstances call off the wedding except if you wanna tell us you don't enjoy Grace like Abigirl and have not opted 4 Abigirl but if that's not the case, then open up and tell Grace confess to her and oga, the blame is totally on u Cox if u no make move toward Abigirl, u no go even know say she get green light sef so, tell Grace it was all your fault to save their family.

I pray the both of us undstnds yourself....

God bless your marriage
God bless Federal Republic of Nigeria.

Moregreen:
Could it just be the moment? the weather? the chemistry? the devil? (laughs) my opportunistic habit? Her feminine warmth in such close proximity? my placing a hand on her thigh and meeting no resistance? My foggy mind and grown erection? Her racing and panting heart? Her feisty zeal and deviant nature? My libido? Hers? My morals? Buhari? Herdsmen? IPOB? Sunday Igbahor? Dstv and big brother? NEPA? Game of thrones? Was she after all really a minx? In all fairness, she is just a little naive girl that does not deserve to be pilloried for my betrayal. As the adult, I should have known better and acted a lot better.

Dragging Buhari into this makes it much more interesting.

I swear!

Shellsploit:
I just dey read Op post and the same time dey check my dictionary for some english wey him drop for the thread... Smh vehemently!

Which one be "sexy hippie bohemian"

The weyrey even used an unfamiliar word to me 'minx'

Opp u r mad

MejiLoyon:
For those that won't read
Chop highlights

He nack him wife to be sister.

That's all O.

His is just mad

Fictional story

PERVENCHE:
*NOTE
With all due respect, I have changed names and some too familiar details about myself out of respect for my wife to be. I know she likes to catch cruise on nairaland.

My name is Friday (of course not my real name) I am from the middle-belt. So please save your tribalism with all those una Igbo, Yoruba and Hausa insults. I met Grace(my wife to be) few years ago. It was love at 1st sight. She was everything and is still everything I had hoped a woman should be. There is this crass about her that makes her effortlessly better than any lady around her. My type in the true sense of the word. Tall, busty, curvy, sassy, elegant, personable and above all, she has a graceful soul. From the 1st date to this day, I still pinch my self like.. What in God's green earth is a beauty like her doing with a shrek like me.

But then, true perfection is always a utopia. Grace in all her graceful demeanour and aura, has a flaw; Indecision! More so, blind trust seems to be her albatross. (I swear she can even take Lai Muhammad's word to the bank) Though, I still love her; flaws and all. Her complete or should I say blind trust for me and Abigail became one of the reasons Abigail(her younger sister) has become an unending chapter in our relationship. Even though the blame of what happened squarely falls on me.

Abigail just shy off 20, is too savvy for her age. Not the outright outstanding beauty like my Grace. What ever little she lacks in beauty, she more than makes up for it in her mentality. For she is truly a smart and an intelligent girl. Just five years younger than Grace. One who expect them at least to be close and be like Asaba and Onisha but then...they are the direct opposite of each other. While Grace is the introverted shy person, Abigail is quite the extrovert and likes to make friends for Africa. It is only fair to believe their formative time in secondary school played a part in their output towards life. Grace likes to conform like most day school students. Abigail on the other hand, is the boarding school nightmare all parents hope not to experience: the deviant.

Through the 1st years we dated, Abigail was in secondary school and was never in the picture. For some odd or strange reason, Grace was not ready to fully commit. Not that I blame her or something. At 23, Most girls her age are like Alice in wonderland; they crush on celebrities and Chase childhood dreams and fantasies. The vile ones, if truth be told...tend to live out their hoė phase. At 28, I was already grounded to know what I wanted and it was Grace and marriage. Sometimes, you do all you can do but then life has a way of throwing in a curveball. More over, "No be say because I wan chop egg I go begin dey worship chicken." Sensing her shakara, I pulled the hand brakes on us and walked out of the relationship.

***2 years later***
Fortunately or unfortunately after letting go, Grace became incensed and started to want me back. I hardly do any social media at this point. Pride won't let her call me, so there was no way to send coded messages on whatsapp status to me. Being the introvert that she is and the all trusting graceful Grace, she started to send Abigil over to my place to bridge the gap. In just over two years, Abigail had changed and developed into a sexy hippie bohemian. Not that I fancy her in any erotic way or something. It's just that in our contemporary naija society where mostly everyone conforms, it is hard not to notice a bohemian.

Knowing I would do no better than Grace even with a million dollars and in a hundred years of searching, I mended fences with Grace and our relationship became stronger than ever. Over time, Abigail became a bridge between us. At first, Grace would send her over to run errands for her. After a while, it became a second nature for her to come over and fidget with my electronics. Courtesy demands you be nice to your in-laws to be and so I was nice to Abigail.

Abigail's posturing over time made it difficult for me to say no to her especially during them Nengi and Laycon days in the house. She was a fan of big brother lockdown. And would always ask for my keys to watch the silly show for she was equally as silly to be gushing over that vanity fair. Grace seems not have any issues with her coming over and I also did not for I was hardly home and God knows the sub was kinda wasting away.

There are some things in life that are not planned. They just happen! My boss at work then tested positive for Covid and we were all asked to quarantine at home. Grace still had to go to work while Abigail was always free because of the ASSU strike. Suddenly, I started to be alone with Abigail. She would come over "for big brother" around 9am and leave around 7pm in time to beat her curfew at home. It was awkward staying all day with Abigail. Grace too predictable, only comes over on Sunday. For some strange reasons, on Sundays, Abigail will never show up.

There were times, and I am sure it could just be my imagination, that she enjoyed teasing me. She would come dressed like a sister Mary Amaka from home but after a while, she would take her bath and transform into a Kardashian. Wearing skimpy cloths and heavy make-up. I tried to give her her space. I was in quarantine and therefore, had practically no where to go. I am basically the type that don't flock with co-workers and I hardly keep any friends except for Grace. I am not one to be neighbourly with my neighbours so I was stuck with Abigail all day. Humans are social animals and we tend to gravitate towards each other especially when we are alone with someone. Gradually, she won me over and I started to watch the big brother show with her. While she was rooting for Nengi after her Erica left, I was simply for Neo for he had my height. And the bond between us grew. God knows I had no vile motives and evil intentions. It is hard not to enjoy Abigail's company for she is a smart, gleeful and witty girl. While I do all the talking with Grace, Abigail on the other hand does all the talking with me and it was a welcome change.

*** D Day ***
It became obvious Abigail was not telling the truth at home. She would pick their calls and tell them she was in her female friend's house. And in the spirit of our new found big brother bond. We kept the secret. On this faithful day, it had rained all day and Nepa had struck and the plug in my generator was no good. The rain had brought with it a cool breeze and some magical thunder. Seemingly, we could not watch our show so I took a blanket because of the cold and buried my attention on my PC (laptop) re-watching season 5 of the game of thrones.

Naively, Abigail joined me and entered the blanket with me. I use the word 'naive' because I honestly do not want to qualify her as a minx. And I know she does not see me as a Justine Bieber of a crystal ball for her to be drooling at. While in that warm blanket watching the movies in such compromising position, One thing led to another and alot of that one thing opened up her Pandora's box and I... I ate the most forbidden fruit there ever was. There is no telling how wonderful making love to her was at the heat of the moment and there's no shame in the world that equates to the shame that immediately dwell and still dwells in my soul shortly after even to this day. There's a lot to blame our mistake and betrayal on. Could it just be the moment? the weather? the chemistry? the devil? (laughs) my opportunistic habit? Her feminine warmth in such close proximity? my placing a hand on her thigh and meeting no resistance? My foggy mind and grown erection? Her racing and panting heart? Her feisty zeal and deviant nature? My libido? Hers? My morals? Buhari? Herdsmen? IPOB? Sunday Igbahor? Dstv and big brother? NEPA? Game of thrones? Was she after all really a minx? In all fairness, she is just a little naive girl that does not deserve to be pilloried for my betrayal. As the adult, I should have known better and acted a lot better.

Climbing down from our lustful climax, we both knew immediately what we had done, the gravity and the implications it could have on not just us, but grace and the whole family. In the most contrite way possible, we apologized to ourselves and vowed never to repeat it again. We felt it would be better not to tell Grace or anyone and we agreed Abigail would stop coming over. I started to avoid Abigail at all cost. I did not just release cum after my despicable act with Abigail, I released every thing good in me and every form of happiness. I felt much less of a man and wished I had died as a child or better still was aborted.

I hardly could face Grace after. The more I try to ghost her, the more she held on tightly. It became awkward visiting their family house for I was not comfortable around them trusting and accepting me. Not for the fear that they would find out...just my conscience eating me up. I stayed away and made peace with my gross mistake. For over six to seven months. I did my penance and nothing happened with Abigail. I know I am in a better place now to make sane decisions about cheating. To give something back to Grace, I have vowed never to sleep with anyone till die. We know how cheating amongst married men is common these days. I no call Adekule Gold name oh!

Me and Grace are set to marry on the 17th of this April. The thing is...Abigail is her chief bridesmaid and preparation demands I see her most times. She still has a look in her eyes...dunno what to make of it. A look of blackmail? Of you could still hit it if you want? We have unfinished business kinda look? You should be paying a bride price for two look? I die inside every time I see Grace happy she again got us back to talking terms because of the wedding. Ignorance is truly bliss.

I have doubts going through with this wedding. Folks may laugh and say I chickened out because of the inflation and money, others might blame Grace. It may ruin Grace for ever. How do I do this knowing Abigail will always be family?

No point getting married to Grace. Let her find someone else who is the right state of mind.

On the other hand no need to tell Grace about what happened. Keep banging Abigail till the matter cast then everyone can go their separate ways.

Maybe Grace will finally have sense at the end of it all

Because iniquities shall abound the love of many will wax cold.
.the marriage counselors will be turning round asking like they don't know why there are so many divorce.

There are some many lust programs..it derail the minds from focus.

One of the things the Religiouse people got right as per human social relations is adherence to strict moral guidelines.

It work for them. They were not too free but stable.

See how free we are. See also how very unstable we have become with ourselves.

Too much freedom is biundage

Awesome writing skills man.


Go ahead with your marriage and make peace with your past.

Avoid Abigail like hell and put necessary boundaries to save yourself and your marriage.

See, first go and conquer this cheating spirit in you. If you will cheat few weeks to your wedding, you most definitely will cheat even when married. This is a clear indication to you that you are not ready yet.

ngoziwrites:
This is a secret that you carry with you to the grave.

How do you expect her to live with the fact that you slept with her sis? That's going to be one hell of a marriage.

Don't just stand there and start looking into her sister's eyes. Have a confrontation with her, tell her you are sorry all over again and it will never happen again. Ask for forgiveness.

She is definitely not happy with you and maybe wants u or wants more or whatever, you have got to change how she feels about you if you truly want peace and want to avoid future threats.

Talk to her, apologize and tell her you love and will treat her sister right.

You need to apologise again before the wedding.

Don't even let her discover that weakness, she could use that to threaten you later. Just be man enough!


Plus, how can u say her weakness is that she trusted you? You are the bad person here, not her.

This is sense if I must say, if you will listen.
Please don't try to tell her anything, she doesn't deserve it, keep it and take it to your grave...

And for the sister, man up and handle the matter like man, if the she truly love her sister and wants joy for her she should be reasonable with you.

Nobody is above mistake, but please try not to tell her at all you, go to God and ask for forgiveness. It will be disastrous and that singular act can damage the lady for life...

Bornsinner7:
Baba you need to pay me for reading this.. even that year for school lecturer handout no long like this..

And to those who patiently perused through this literalistic piece.. you are the hope of Africa..

Back to the matter!
The whole thing just look like a dobed piece or perhaps the op is just showcasing his writing skill..

Well since you've tasted the coochie of your beloved wife to be sister and you're feeling guilt.. why not confess your sins and be free again

Tell grace what has happened and make her understand that it was just a one time thing that you will forever regret.. that way you are saving your relationship and freeing yourself from bondage.. Abigail will be family again when you confess your sins

If I were in the Op's shoes, I'd rather die and take it to my grave than tell someone who'd most probably never forgive me.

OP do not take this advice!

If your wedding is really on the 17th and 'Abigail' the Maid of honour always visited you, then no worry your Babe don know.
Happy Married Life is advance.

MejiLoyon:
For those that won't read
Chop highlights

He nack him wife to be sister.

That's all O.

Shikena...no need for all this long story,like say nah PHD thesis.

MejiLoyon:
For those that won't read
Chop highlights

He nack him wife to be sister.

That's all O.

Oracle ........ tell the listeners ......what’s the message from the gods ??

Bobxin:


God bless you. I had to log in cuz of your comment. You nailed it, exactly what's on my mind.
You're too brilliant jor.

Lol. Thanks

PERVENCHE:
*NOTE
With all due respect, I have changed names and some too familiar details about myself out of respect for my wife to be. I know she likes to catch cruise on nairaland.

My name is Friday (of course not my real name) I am from the middle-belt. So please save your tribalism with all those una Igbo, Yoruba and Hausa insults. I met Grace(my wife to be) few years ago. It was love at 1st sight. She was everything and is still everything I had hoped a woman should be. There is this crass about her that makes her effortlessly better than any lady around her. My type in the true sense of the word. Tall, busty, curvy, sassy, elegant, personable and above all, she has a graceful soul. From the 1st date to this day, I still pinch my self like.. What in God's green earth is a beauty like her doing with a shrek like me.

But then, true perfection is always a utopia. Grace in all her graceful demeanour and aura, has a flaw; Indecision! More so, blind trust seems to be her albatross. (I swear she can even take Lai Muhammad's word to the bank) Though, I still love her; flaws and all. Her complete or should I say blind trust for me and Abigail became one of the reasons Abigail(her younger sister) has become an unending chapter in our relationship. Even though the blame of what happened squarely falls on me.

Abigail just shy off 20, is too savvy for her age. Not the outright outstanding beauty like my Grace. What ever little she lacks in beauty, she more than makes up for it in her mentality. For she is truly a smart and an intelligent girl. Just five years younger than Grace. One who expect them at least to be close and be like Asaba and Onisha but then...they are the direct opposite of each other. While Grace is the introverted shy person, Abigail is quite the extrovert and likes to make friends for Africa. It is only fair to believe their formative time in secondary school played a part in their output towards life. Grace likes to conform like most day school students. Abigail on the other hand, is the boarding school nightmare all parents hope not to experience: the deviant.

Through the 1st years we dated, Abigail was in secondary school and was never in the picture. For some odd or strange reason, Grace was not ready to fully commit. Not that I blame her or something. At 23, Most girls her age are like Alice in wonderland; they crush on celebrities and Chase childhood dreams and fantasies. The vile ones, if truth be told...tend to live out their hoė phase. At 28, I was already grounded to know what I wanted and it was Grace and marriage. Sometimes, you do all you can do but then life has a way of throwing in a curveball. More over, "No be say because I wan chop egg I go begin dey worship chicken." Sensing her shakara, I pulled the hand brakes on us and walked out of the relationship.

***2 years later***
Fortunately or unfortunately after letting go, Grace became incensed and started to want me back. I hardly do any social media at this point. Pride won't let her call me, so there was no way to send coded messages on whatsapp status to me. Being the introvert that she is and the all trusting graceful Grace, she started to send Abigil over to my place to bridge the gap. In just over two years, Abigail had changed and developed into a sexy hippie bohemian. Not that I fancy her in any erotic way or something. It's just that in our contemporary naija society where mostly everyone conforms, it is hard not to notice a bohemian.

Knowing I would do no better than Grace even with a million dollars and in a hundred years of searching, I mended fences with Grace and our relationship became stronger than ever. Over time, Abigail became a bridge between us. At first, Grace would send her over to run errands for her. After a while, it became a second nature for her to come over and fidget with my electronics. Courtesy demands you be nice to your in-laws to be and so I was nice to Abigail.

Abigail's posturing over time made it difficult for me to say no to her especially during them Nengi and Laycon days in the house. She was a fan of big brother lockdown. And would always ask for my keys to watch the silly show for she was equally as silly to be gushing over that vanity fair. Grace seems not have any issues with her coming over and I also did not for I was hardly home and God knows the sub was kinda wasting away.

There are some things in life that are not planned. They just happen! My boss at work then tested positive for Covid and we were all asked to quarantine at home. Grace still had to go to work while Abigail was always free because of the ASSU strike. Suddenly, I started to be alone with Abigail. She would come over "for big brother" around 9am and leave around 7pm in time to beat her curfew at home. It was awkward staying all day with Abigail. Grace too predictable, only comes over on Sunday. For some strange reasons, on Sundays, Abigail will never show up.

There were times, and I am sure it could just be my imagination, that she enjoyed teasing me. She would come dressed like a sister Mary Amaka from home but after a while, she would take her bath and transform into a Kardashian. Wearing skimpy cloths and heavy make-up. I tried to give her her space. I was in quarantine and therefore, had practically no where to go. I am basically the type that don't flock with co-workers and I hardly keep any friends except for Grace. I am not one to be neighbourly with my neighbours so I was stuck with Abigail all day. Humans are social animals and we tend to gravitate towards each other especially when we are alone with someone. Gradually, she won me over and I started to watch the big brother show with her. While she was rooting for Nengi after her Erica left, I was simply for Neo for he had my height. And the bond between us grew. God knows I had no vile motives and evil intentions. It is hard not to enjoy Abigail's company for she is a smart, gleeful and witty girl. While I do all the talking with Grace, Abigail on the other hand does all the talking with me and it was a welcome change.

*** D Day ***
It became obvious Abigail was not telling the truth at home. She would pick their calls and tell them she was in her female friend's house. And in the spirit of our new found big brother bond. We kept the secret. On this faithful day, it had rained all day and Nepa had struck and the plug in my generator was no good. The rain had brought with it a cool breeze and some magical thunder. Seemingly, we could not watch our show so I took a blanket because of the cold and buried my attention on my PC (laptop) re-watching season 5 of the game of thrones.

Naively, Abigail joined me and entered the blanket with me. I use the word 'naive' because I honestly do not want to qualify her as a minx. And I know she does not see me as a Justine Bieber of a crystal ball for her to be drooling at. While in that warm blanket watching the movies in such compromising position, One thing led to another and alot of that one thing opened up her Pandora's box and I... I ate the most forbidden fruit there ever was. There is no telling how wonderful making love to her was at the heat of the moment and there's no shame in the world that equates to the shame that immediately dwell and still dwells in my soul shortly after even to this day. There's a lot to blame our mistake and betrayal on. Could it just be the moment? the weather? the chemistry? the devil? (laughs) my opportunistic habit? Her feminine warmth in such close proximity? my placing a hand on her thigh and meeting no resistance? My foggy mind and grown erection? Her racing and panting heart? Her feisty zeal and deviant nature? My libido? Hers? My morals? Buhari? Herdsmen? IPOB? Sunday Igbahor? Dstv and big brother? NEPA? Game of thrones? Was she after all really a minx? In all fairness, she is just a little naive girl that does not deserve to be pilloried for my betrayal. As the adult, I should have known better and acted a lot better.

Climbing down from our lustful climax, we both knew immediately what we had done, the gravity and the implications it could have on not just us, but grace and the whole family. In the most contrite way possible, we apologized to ourselves and vowed never to repeat it again. We felt it would be better not to tell Grace or anyone and we agreed Abigail would stop coming over. I started to avoid Abigail at all cost. I did not just release cum after my despicable act with Abigail, I released every thing good in me and every form of happiness. I felt much less of a man and wished I had died as a child or better still was aborted.

I hardly could face Grace after. The more I try to ghost her, the more she held on tightly. It became awkward visiting their family house for I was not comfortable around them trusting and accepting me. Not for the fear that they would find out...just my conscience eating me up. I stayed away and made peace with my gross mistake. For over six to seven months. I did my penance and nothing happened with Abigail. I know I am in a better place now to make sane decisions about cheating. To give something back to Grace, I have vowed never to sleep with anyone till die. We know how cheating amongst married men is common these days. I no call Adekule Gold name oh!

Me and Grace are set to marry on the 17th of this April. The thing is...Abigail is her chief bridesmaid and preparation demands I see her most times. She still has a look in her eyes...dunno what to make of it. A look of blackmail? Of you could still hit it if you want? We have unfinished business kinda look? You should be paying a bride price for two look? I die inside every time I see Grace happy she again got us back to talking terms because of the wedding. Ignorance is truly bliss.

I have doubts going through with this wedding. Folks may laugh and say I chickened out because of the inflation and money, others might blame Grace. It may ruin Grace for ever. How do I do this knowing Abigail will always be family?

dude just wrote a story and wants us to help review.. anyways you try

Wow! I really love your writting skill! Top notch!

There are things that are better left unsaid, locked in the cupboard and thrown into the bottomless bottom of the abiss... Like u and abigail has agreed don't say anything, if u do she ur (grace) might understand for now probably after a short time of anger and she forgives, but know this and believe me she won't forget even when u do and it'll come back to spoil ur marriage in the long run. Just forgive urself man and as for ur worry with abigail, don't worry she too cannot come out with the confession herself for the fear of her sister hating her indefinitely, as for the looks u say she gives "If u don't mind, it doesn't matter"

Very long and interesting read, but the deed has been done. Opening up to Grace will scatter everything. Just tell Abigail that this was a one time thing and would never happen again, but I doubt you won't still bang Abigail if she happened to come by your way again. I don't know mehn..

If you are truly repentant...fine

Its best to take some secrets to the grave.

NobleDeSage001:
My mind is telling me that this is a made up story. The accuracy of narration and the flawless expression is just too good.

Meanwhile, at about the time BBNaija lockdown happened, the case of Sunday Igbogho had not happened.
OP, you couldn't have been having sex with Abigail during BBNaija lockdown that happened last year and be thing about Sunday Igbogho that happened this year.

Fictional story, but you are a good story teller.

Bros wants to use us to learn how to write stories.

Boss, you don marry two wives

jantman:
@PERVENCHE
I am not sure you want advice or you just come here to share your story

But for me I feel that GRACE will make a fine wife for you and make you happy in future

There was a time in my life I would have slept with three sisters if not for my self control. Up till this day I regret not doing the did with them from one after another.

My advice to you is that continue with your marriage with Grace and let go of Abigail

See your cheating with Abigail as your dirty little secret that must never repeat itself

I choose Grace for you as your wife.

May God bless you and Grace
May God bless your marriage

Warning*###

Never confess to Grace
Never cheat again
Stay away from your wife sister

If you repeat this insanity, it might destroy you.

Be warn#
Beware#

Let Go of Abigail

Is the bold statement correct if yes kindly explain why u regret not doing the dirty with 3 sisters? Are u thinking normal or u just don’t like urself?

Time when person go take complete master degree thesis na em I go take read this your episode when you write so....Your problem too large,do anything you like cos I no fit read am....E too long