I was sitting on a squeaky bed in a cheap motel in a small town in Georgia. It was raining, and I had a black eye and a fat lip. Kneeling before me was a beautiful young woman who was sucking my dick.
Today was one of the weirdest days of my entire life. It's hard to imagine that only 24 hours ago I was engaged to the woman of my dreams, Mary Campbell. Let me give you a little context here.
Mary and I had met through mutual friends three years ago and she and I just clicked. After three dates, I finally mustered up the courage to ask her to be my girlfriend. There was only one problem: she didn't believe in sex outside of marriage.
Thanks to growing up in Southern Baptist household, we couldn't do anything physical other than making out. It wouldn't have been a problem if she wasn't so beautiful. She had golden hair that seemed to have an angelic glow to it. Her slim body looked great in everything, with her small waist, perky backside, and wonderful, sculpted breasts. Just her smile could make you forget your own name.
Also, being in a relationship with her came with strings. I had to attend church with her twice a week. Not so bad.
I also had to attend her Friday night bible study group with a bunch of her friends. Again, not so bad because they were actually pretty cool.
Also, she left not-so-subtle hints that she was only going to marry a man that made six figures a year. Thanks to my Master's degree and some hard work at my job, I was able to get promoted to management at my job. It was hell, costing me extra hours of work and less free time on the weekends, but I did it.
Thankfully, all of my hard work paid off. One beautiful night in June, I took Mary out for a nice candlelit dinner by the lake in the park and asked her to be my wife. The giggling, screaming, and jumping were all the answer that I needed.
I was expecting her to go nuts and immediately post about our engagement to social media like a typical female would. It wasn't until the next day that she dropped another task on me: I had to get her father's blessing.
I had only met Mary's father once when he had come to visit a little over a year after Mary and I had started dating. He was a pastor of the only church in Mary's hometown. In the week he had visited, we just went out to dinner a couple of times, went mini-golfing, and went to church. The only problem was that he spent most of our time together drilling me about my lifestyle and my knowledge of the Bible. From what Mary had told me after he went home, I had passed the test.
Mary's plan was for us to fly down to Georgia, have me meet her family, and then I would ask for her dad's blessing. Once he granted it, I would propose again in front of the whole family. As an added incentive, she promised to take me to Victoria's Secret and pick out what she would wear on our first night together as man and wife, so naturally I was sold on the idea.
After a long flight and a 90-minute drive in a rental car, we arrived in the small town of Nabor, Georgia. We rolled up to a big, five-acre property with a long driveway and a beautiful two-story house. It looked like one of those nice houses that you see in a music video on CMT with the big porch and the porch swing.
We were greeted by her family in the driveway and after some hugs, kisses, and handshakes we were brought into the house. We were set up in separate bedrooms, of course, and served a lovely dinner. Mary and I were going to spend one week at the Campbell house, but it didn't take long for me to get acquainted with her family.
Her mother Amelia was nice enough. In true Southern woman style, she was always asking me if wanted something to eat. I think her cooking was the best home cooking that I had eaten in my life. Still, I couldn't help but notice that she was very quiet and docile towards her husband. I had told myself that I wouldn't want Mary to be that way when she became my wife.
Then there was Mary's younger brother Simon, who was married with three children and lived only a few doors down from his parents. Dude seemed to be a carbon copy of his dad, content to let his wife take care of the kids and chores, and a big lover of the Bible. He was also a big hunting fanatic and would always joke that he would mount me on his wall if I broke his sister's heart.
One time, when Mary was giving a private tour, I saw some pictures on the wall and noticed a sullen-looking girl with dark hair. Mary explained that was her younger sister Rachel, who wasn't really on good terms with the family. I was instructed not to talk about her at all if I hoped to be welcomed into the family.
What was even stranger is that I soon discovered that had a rival that I didn't even know about: Jonah Peck.
Jonah was a schoolteacher at the local private school and was Mary's childhood friend. It was on the third day of our visit, he stopped by unannounced to visit Mary. He was tall, muscled, bearded, and had long hair that made him look like a discount Jesus.
Mary's family made no effort to conceal how much they loved Jonah. Simon would brag about all of the game that Jonah had killed in their shared hunting trips, as well as how great of a football player he was in the intramural church league. Mrs. Campbell showed me tons of pictures of he and Mary as kids. One time at dinner, Mr. Campbell said loud and proud about how he considered Jonah to be his own son. Apparently, I was going to have to step up my game; it was almost time for our trip to end.
Even after five days into my Georgia trip, I was still having my doubts about the Campbell family. I was used to being asked nonstop questions about the Bible, listening to only Gospel and Country music, and keeping my mouth shut when Mary's family went on their Republican rants, but it was becoming increasingly clear that Mr. Campbell was ducking me. Mary kept needling me to talk to him man-to-man about getting his approval for me to propose, but when he wasn't at church or hanging out with his friends, he was too tired to talk to me.
Friday, all of us had gone to the church carnival. Since I was staying with the head pastor's family, I, of course, was obligated to help with setting up. Mrs. Campbell had me drive her minivan, which was loaded with groceries from Costco, while she, Mary, and her husband drove in Mr. Campbell's pickup truck. I spent hours being ordered around by a bunch of old church ladies and introduced to more of Mary's family and friends.
Strangely enough, I barely saw Mary during the entire event. Her dad was too busy to tell me where she was, her mother didn't know, and Simon felt like being a douchebag and joking about how I couldn't keep track of my girlfriend. Thankfully, one of the old church ladies had told me that she had gone to her dad's office to retrieve something.
Well, God must have been on my side, because on my way to Mr. Campbell's office I saw Mary and her friend Jonah sneaking through the hallways of the empty church building. My heart dropped with fear; I knew that if I followed them then I would see something that would break me. I was not disappointed.
I followed them to Mr. Campbell's office, where they hastily went inside and locked the door behind them. Thankfully, I had been too busy to give Mrs. Campbell back her keys, and on the chain was a key to her husband's office. I slowly unlocked and opened the door, my smart phone ready and recording.
Sure enough, my fiancée was on her knees and not in prayer. Jonah Peck was standing before her, moaning softly as his childhood friend played his skin flute. Despite my fury, I had to admit that it was hot seeing Mary giving head. Once I had enough footage, I loudly cleared my throat. The two of them looked in my direction in shock and Mary yelped.
"STEVE!"
"You can keep the ring," I said with marked disgust before I ended the recording.
"Wait, no!" Jonah said as he tried to sprint towards me but tripped over the pants around his ankles.
Mary scrambled to her feet and tried to run for the door, but I slammed it shut in her face.
I stormed out of the church, my face burning, and fists clenched as I fought to hold back tears. Mary caught up to me, pulling at me and begging me to just listen. I turned to look at her and her beautiful, tear-stained face.
"Tell me that I didn't see you blowing your friend Jonah in your dad's office," I said through clenched teeth.
"Keep your voice down!" Mary hissed.
"Oh, you're afraid someone's going to find out? That's rich!"
