10 minutes before my wedding, the elder marrying us asked if our courtship had been "Chaste". In other words had we screwed around. I was floored, sure we had been good, a kiss and a cuddle once in a while but nothing further. He picked a hell of a time to ask!
I once had an elder over for dinner because his wife was out of town caring for her sick daughter. After dinner and a glass of wine he felt the need to tell me that he wished he had married a harlot! I chalked it up to the wine, but a week later he was having problems with his computer and asked me to look at it. While in a DOS mode I stumbled across a collection of internet porn to make a sailor blush!
Being imperfect and weak is one thing, being a hypocrite and a liar is despicable!