The next thing to go wrong happened just a few days later. Emily and a few of Jacqui’s friends took her out for a girls-only, post-wedding celebration and when Jacqui came home, she was so drunk she could barely stand up.
“I’m sorry,” Emily apologised as she pushed my wife through the door. “She’s had a vodka too many, I’m afraid.”
“I’m fine,” Jacqui giggled before stumbling over her own feet and almost falling flat on her face. “I’m just a bit tipsy.”
“You’re stinking drunk,” I told her after I’d finished chuckling at her. “I think the best thing for you is bed.”
“But it’s not even that late,” Jacqui complained, then staggered into the living room and slumped on the sofa.
“It’s midnight,” I informed her and pointed at the clock hanging over the fireplace. “It’s late enough.”
“She wanted to stay out and go to a nightclub or something,” Emily told me, “But I thought it… prudent to bring her home.”
I looked at my wife and shook my head. Her long, wavy blonde hair was tousled, her make up was smeared and the gorgeous grey dress which had looked immaculate before she went out now looked like it had been dragged out of a dirty wash basket. In comparison, Emily looked as fresh as a daisy. Her own blonde hair was still styled perfectly, long and flat, flowing down her back and her black dress wasn’t even creased. I caught myself admiring Emily’s creamy cleavage, so much bigger than Lorna’s and quickly pulled my eyes away before she could notice.
“I’ll pour a strong black coffee into her then take her upstairs,” I informed her big sister.
“I really want taking upstairs,” Jacqui giggled from the sofa, then put on a drunken sexy voice. “I don’t need any coffee. I’m full of energy for you, my sexy hubby.”
“Oh, God,” I mumbled and cringed at Emily who rolled her eyes and laughed.
“What you need is to sleep your energy off,” she said to her younger sibling. “I think you’ve had enough fun for one night.”
As soon as she said that, I saw her flinch and then glance at me, as though she’d said something she shouldn’t. Although she wasn’t as drunk as Jacqui, I could tell she’d had some drinks, which had probably caused this apparent slip of the tongue.
“What kind of fun?” I asked, trying to mask my curiosity with a casual smile.
“Just drunken silliness,” Emily said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “A few of the girls had too much tonight, not just Jacqui.”
“I told you, I’m not that drunk,” my wife said but I ignored her for a moment.
“I hope she hasn’t misbehaved more than you’re letting on,” I pressed Emily but she was now walking towards the door to leave.
“I should go,” Emily smiled uncomfortably. “Paul is waiting up for me.”
“Wait,” I asked, following her to the front door. “What’s wrong?”
Emily was halfway out of the house but she paused and turned to face me. “It’s not my place to say anything, Karl.”
“Then whose place is it?” I frowned. “Tell me. Has something happened tonight?”
“I’m her sister,” Emily’s blue eyes were downcast. “Don’t put me in this position.”
“What position?”
“Look,” she sighed, “Jacqui got drunk. You can see that for yourself. And she… well, some guys came over, talking to us, like they always do when they see a group of girls out alone without any men. Jacqui got a little over-friendly with one of them, that’s all. We broke them up and then I decided to bring her home. Okay?”
“What do you mean by ‘over-friendly’?”
“Karl, just relax, okay?” Emily chewed her lip for a moment, thinking what to say. “Don’t make a big deal of it. She just kissed him and fooled around some. She was drunk. It’s how Jacqui is.”
“It’s how she is?” I scratched my head, unable to believe what I was hearing but intrigued to know more.
“Not how she is, sorry. It’s how she used to be. She loves you. She was just drunk. Forget I even said anything.” Emily tried to walk away but I reached out and grabbed her by the hand.
“Is that it?” I asked. “ What do you mean by ‘fooled around some’? Why do I have the feeling there’s something you’re not telling me?”
Emily looked down at my hand gripping hers and I let go, ashamed that I’d grabbed her like that.
“I’m sorry,” I apologised. “I’m just… Is there something I should know?”
“I didn’t fuck him if that’s what you want to know,” said Jacqui’s slurred voice from behind me.
I saw Emily’s pretty blue eyes widen as she saw Jacqui behind me and I cursed under my breath as I turned around.
“Perhaps we should let Emily go home,” I suggested, trying to avoid any confrontation. “And you and I can go to bed and talk about it in the morning.”
Jacqui stepped past me, pointing a finger at her sister. “I don’t believe this. Why would you tell him?”
“I haven’t told him anything,” Emily backed away a step, her eyes narrowing. “He asked. He knew something was up. I told him it wasn’t a big deal but he asked and-”
I took Jacqui by the shoulder and turned her to face me. “You’re drunk. Let’s go to bed and talk about it tomorrow, okay?”
“I only kissed him,” she said, her light green eyes searching my face. “He put my hand on his dick and I stroked it a little but that’s all. Oh, he felt my boobs and ass but I promise, that’s all.”
I saw Emily watching me for my reaction but I tried not to give away my surprise or anger at all.
“That’s right,” her sister said. “We broke them apart as soon as I realised what was going on. I told him she was married.”
“He kept trying though,” Jacqui laughed as though that was funny.
“So I brought her home,” Emily finished, then fished her phone from her bag. “I’m going to call a taxi now, so I’ll leave you two to sort it out.”
“You just think you’re better than me,” Jacqui called out as Emily put the phone to her ear and began to walk away. Then she turned to me. “I promise, I didn’t do anything. Maybe I was… am drunker than I realised but it’s not like I gave him a blowjob or anything. I promised you I wouldn’t do anything like that again.”
I saw Emily freeze and turn back towards us. She’d heard that and Jacqui knew it too.
“Oh, what? Are you going to judge me on that too?” she shouted to her sister.
Emily shook her head, her face a mask of disappointment. “I don’t think I’m better than you, Jacqui. There’s no need for you to say something like that.”
“Yes, you do,” Jacqui said, pushing her blonde hair out of her face when it fell forward as she leaned out of the door. “Just because you’re Miss Prim-and-Proper and I’ve had a lot of boyfriends doesn’t make you better than me.”
Emily didn’t say anything. She just glared at her sister, her phone forgotten in her hand.
“I’m a human being, Em,” Jacqui carried on. “I like having fun. As does Karl. You should try it sometime.”
“I’m not Miss Prim-and-Proper,” Emily replied after a moment. “I had boyfriends before I married Paul.”
“Did you?” Jacqui stood up straight, tapping her lips with one finger. “Because the only one I remember is Tom. Lovely Tom. One boyfriend. That’s all. Even if he did have a huge cock.”
“So what if I only had one boyfriend?” Emily snapped then blinked. “Wait. How did you know about-”
“About his huge dick?” Jacqui giggled. “Maybe you should ask Tom. We got friendly after you two split up.”
“You did what?” Emily took two steps forward, her free hand bunched into a fist, then she stopped. “Do you know what? In fact - no - I’m not even going to say it to you.”
“Say what?” Jacqui said, goading her obviously furious sister. I took her shoulder again and tried to guide her into the house to end this stupid argument but she wrestled herself out of my grip. “You’re just jealous, Emily. Jealous that I’ve had more fun than you. More cock.”
“I’m not talking to you,” Emily replied angrily then looked at me. “This is for you, Karl. I’m sorry if it’s bad news but Jacqui is a slut. A slut. Trash. I thought she’d changed her ways but she obviously hasn’t. By the sounds of it, she’s already cheated on you once, but let me tell you something. She’ll do it again. She would have probably done it tonight if I hadn’t intervened.”
“Don’t say my wife is trash,” I said, anger of my own building up now.
Jacqui turned and disappeared into the house. I guessed she was upset.
“I’m sorry,” Emily said regretfully after watching her sister go. “I shouldn’t have said that. I’ve had a few drinks and I was angry.”
“What happened before,” I tried to explain without actually telling Emily any details. “Between Jacqui and I - it was a mistake. We worked it out and we’re good. I’m sure she was just drunk and in high spirits tonight. She wouldn’t have cheated on me, I don’t believe that.”
“Perhaps,” Emily said but the doubt was plain to see in her eyes. “I do hope you’ve worked out any problems you had before you got married. I’m sure you wouldn’t have married her if you had any doubts.”
“I have no doubts at all,” I lied. “I should go inside and make sure she’s okay. Please forgive her for what she said. She’s drunk and… I don’t know. Anyway, good night, Emily.”
“Tell her she’s my sister,” Emily said as I started to close the door. “And that she always will be and I love her.”
“I will,” I said.
I found Jacqui on the bed upstairs. She wasn’t crying as I’d expected. Instead, she was sitting there, breathing heavily and muttering under her breath.
“Calm down,” I said softly, sitting next to her. “That argument was totally unnecessary.”
“I might be drunk but it’s true,” Jacqui said. I could tell she was still angry from her tone of voice. “She’s always looked down her nose at me. She thinks she’s great because she’s never fucked anything up in her life.”
“Whereas you have?” I questioned gently. “You’ve made mistakes. We all have. So what?”
“I’ve fucked up so many times,” Jacqui sighed bitterly. “One fuck up after another. That’s me.”
“Not true,” I shook my head. “You met me. We’re married and happy. Or am I another of your ‘fuck-ups’?”
“No!” Jacqui turned to me and stared into my eyes. “I love you. You’re the best thing I ever did, but let’s be honest. I nearly fucked us up too. Right before our wedding. And now Emily knows…”
“Emily doesn’t know anything,” I corrected her. “She overheard that you might have given someone a blowjob but she doesn’t know who and she doesn’t know when. Relax. I don’t care what she thinks anyway. I love you for who and what you are. You and all your fuck-ups..”
“I just wish she’d fuck something up,” Jacqui flopped back onto the bed. “Just one time, I wish she’d screw something up, get something wrong, do something bad. But no, Emily just waltzes through life, birds singing, music playing. That’s Emily. My perfect big sister. While I’m the black sheep of the family. The slutty little sister.”
“I’m sure no one sees it like that,” I said, laying down next to her.
“They do.”
“Well, I don’t.” I moved, placing myself over her and kissing her tenderly on the lips.
“Even though I kissed someone tonight?” Jacqui said, pulling away from the kiss, her eyes meeting mine.
“Even though you kissed someone,” I reassured her but when I tried to resume the kiss, she avoided it.
“I felt his cock,” she confessed. “Through his trousers. He was hard because he’d been feeling me up. He was quite big and I got a little excited. I’m glad Emily stopped me.”
A pang of jealousy slid through my feelings but my dick also twitched as Jacqui’s hands went down to it and began to rub me there.
“But you wouldn’t have cheated on me,” I said softly as she undid my belt and tugged my trousers down.
“No, I was just drunk and having fun and I got a bit carried away,” Jacqui said then paused as she took my erection in her hand. “Wait. Are you angry with me? I bet you’re angry with me. I’m sorry. I fucked up again.”
“Shush,” I mumbled into her ear, then kissed her neck and urged her hand with mine to stroke me. “Don’t stop.”
As she began to rub my cock, I lifted her dress and pulled her panties down and let her rub the tip of me against her soft, wet pussy lips.
“You’re really not mad at me?” she whispered.
“No,” I said, then thrust my cock into her as she moved her hand out of the way. She moaned but didn’t say anything else as I fucked her, fast and hard. I was angry with her. She’d made a fool out of me tonight in front of her sister, not once, but twice. She’d kissed and groped a guy and then let slip that she’d sucked someone off while we were together. Heaven only knew what Emily thought of me, forgiving Jacqui for doing such a thing but it was what it was. I could only hope that she’d forget about it.
Until then, I could take my worries out on Jacqui’s pussy. So I did.