Warning - If you're looking for burning bitches, willing cuckolds, consensual swinging, wife-sharing or detailed sex scenes, you're wasting your time with this story. Like with my other stories. I'm a German and writing in a foreign language might cause some grammar errors in my story.
Just a simple, straight-forward story. The correct category would have been "loving fiancées".
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Katy is reading those damn gossip rags again. Afterwards, she will tell me endless details about the stupid and meaningless things those - in her eyes - fantastic, famous and beautiful people have done. The afternoon is already a lost cause. Damn...
Katy is my fiancée. We are a couple for almost three years. My name is Mark Myers. I'm an engineer. I love sports. And I love to play jazz on my saxophone. What I'm not interested in is gossip. Stories about celebrities alternating between detox programs and plastic surgery. So I steel myself for a completely annoying afternoon. Fully expecting to be showered in unwanted details about other people's lives.
We are engaged for five months now. I would have married her earlier, but for some unknown reason she insisted that she needs to have a full job as a school teacher first. Right now she works as a substitute only. We hope that she'll have a regular job soon, so we can finally marry. I've never understood this silly rule anyway as I earn enough money to support us.
Katy is quite hot. Not every man will agree with that, though. Men find her either absolutely irresistible or they are not interested at all. Obviously, I belong to the former group. But it seems that women don't regard me as totally repulsive too. I'm 6'3", well built, with enough muscles to nicely fill a tight T-shirt. And of course, I play the sax on stage. This inevitably results in a lot of female attention. But I'm absolutely faithful to Katy, she's my dream girl. She's totally gorgeous and very charming. If she wants to. Otherwise, she can be a little bitchy. More than a little, to be honest. I try to avoid Katy's bitch mode which leads to her usually having it her way if it comes to decisions. Like the one leading to this evening.
After she's finished with her gossip stuff, we will dress up and attend a charity dinner. We're not rich, we're not famous, we can't donate a lot. But still, she wants to spend some of our money there, hoping to see some important people. We have done this before and she had mostly ignored my presence as soon as we had entered the room. She was constantly scanning the area to spot some big names. It was mind-bogglingly boring.
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Tonight, though, turns out a little different. After I spend a dull hour watching Katy watching people, she gets up to go to the restrooms. This guy comes up from behind and doesn't notice her standing up, bumping into her.
"Oh, I'm very, very sorry, my lady. Have I hurt you in any way?"
"Only my pride, a little." Katy smiles her killer smile. I'm instantly annoyed because I know the effect it has on some men.
"Please forgive me. My name is Roger Cooper. Please give me the chance to make this up to you somehow." He looks like he's already absolutely fascinated by Katy. I know the look on his face and I don't like it. "Please let me buy you a drink at least."
"Yes, that would be very nice. Thank you."
He sits down and neither of them even acknowledges my presence.
"If I may say, you're by far the most beautiful lady in here."
I think it's time for a subtle intervention and clear my throat, but neither of them notices or cares.
"Oh my, you're very flattering. But thank you."
"No, seriously. What would you like to have? Your wish is my command." Uh, corny line.
"A Chardonnay, please."
"Make that two, please," he tells the waiter. I'm wondering if the second wine is for me or for himself. No, not really. Officially, I don't even seem to be present.
"Thank you a lot, Roger, By the way, my name is Katy."
"Katy, I am VERY pleased to meet you." He starts to kiss her hand.
"Yes, by the way, I'm her fiancée Mark." I say loudly. They both look at me as if I'm nuts.
"Yes, yes, I'm Roger." He says distracted, not even offering his hand. Then they both turn towards each other again. "Katy, I'm very sorry. But I'm afraid I have to hold a short speech now."
"Of course, Roger. I fully understand."
"I'll be back afterwards. Promised."
He leaves towards the stage.
"You're having a good time?"
"Mark, don't be an asshole. I'm just having fun."
"Yeah, I'd prefer if you noticed my presence though."
"Come on, behave like an adult."
Further communication is useless, as she's intently listening to his meaningless speech. She has already forgotten me again. It turns out that he's the chairman of some foundation or other. Everybody is applauding, except me. Katy even frantically so.
After his speech, to my dismay, he actually returns to our table. Like he threatened to.
"My beautiful lady, I'm afraid that I have to leave soon. But I insist that you are my dinner guest at my mansion. I have to make up for my clumsy mistake."
"Is that invitation valid for both of us?" I ask, but am ignored by both of them.
"Yes, Roger, I'd love to come."
"Very good. My assistant will contact you with the details. A limousine will be sent to pick you up."
"Thank you very much, Roger."
He leaves, finally.
"Mark, why do you have to be such an asshole?"
"Why? Because you have just accepted a dinner date with a strange man. You both have decided that I won't accompany you. Are we still engaged? I'm not sure. A fiancée should definitely not behave like that. Don't go there, please. He wants to get into your pants."
"Live with it. I have already agreed to go."
"I'm leaving."
"Mark..."
But I have already got up and turn to leave. She follows behind me, trying not to make a scene. The drive home is cold.
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Their date is made for the following Friday night. During the week we have countless arguments about it. She insists to go. Telling me that I'm totally overreacting. But I'm absolutely mad. We hardly speak with each other. And we absolutely don't touch one another. For me, this situation is the absolute low point in our relationship. But according to her, I'm just overreacting and trying to prevent her having some harmless fun.
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On Friday evening she dresses up to the nines. She seems to be a little nervous but adamantly pulls this through. I don't talk to her at all.
Finally, at six thirty a black Mercedes limousine pulls up in front of our apartment.
"It's nothing, Mark. I love you."
"Don't go, please."
She doesn't answer. She just turns around and leaves our apartment. I watch through the window a bodyguard opening and closing the car door for her. I've seen enough. Roger is successfully purchasing my fiancée.
Of course, I have tried to check the available information about the guy. He's not as handsome or well built as I am. I've already seen that at the damn dinner party. But he seems to be immensely rich, stylish, educated, well connected. I feel like a barbarian compared to him.
About five hours later, she returns. I'm still sitting on the sofa and I've barely moved at all. I've been lost in thought. In self-doubt and doubt about our relationship and Katy.
"Have you been here all the time?"
I stay silent.
"Mark, we've only talked. He's really just a nice guy"
I still don't have much to say. I just can't think of anything. Everything has already been said before she had left.
"Mark, nothing has happened. He has just kissed me a little. And felt up my boobs quickly."
At least she's honest.
"And that's nothing? How would you feel if I've had dinner with another woman, kissing her and feeling up her boobs? You've disrespected me. At the dinner party and tonight."
"We'll talk tomorrow. You're mad now."
And she just goes to the bedroom. I decide to postpone the marriage. There are some aspects about Katy that I haven't known, obviously. And I sleep on the sofa.
Of course, I hardly sleep at all. My life is falling apart. When Katy comes into the kitchen, I have already had breakfast and I'm ready to leave. I don't know where to, but I have to get out of here.
"So, have you calmed down?"
"Not really. I need to spend the day on my own."
"Sure, do whatever you want."
She surely doesn't seem to be very contrite. I briefly think about doing what she did with some woman. But I decide that this isn't my style.
"Mark, I won't accept a man who wants to control my whole life. I need a little space on my own."
"To let someone kiss and grope you?"
"You asshole."
I feel that nothing else needs to be said and leave the apartment for a long walk. Afterwards I have lunch at a small diner. I return home and spend some time sitting on the sofa, cleaning my sax.
At six thirty she comes into the room, dressed up again. I stare at her, unbelieving.
"Don't tell me..."
She looks a little doubtful at least.
"Yes, I'm having dinner again."
