My first story, I've got some other ideas for longer and way longer stories but I wanted to start with something simple. Hope you enjoy it.
My fiancΓ© and I have been engaged awhile, we're both young and not far past college but while I've slowed down, my fiancΓ© still goes out with the girls every weekend to the local clubs. With three months until our wedding day, I've been working overtime like a madman trying to avoid charging any of my soon-to-be wife's day. That Friday night I made it home late to the usual, to my wife dressing for another 'girls' night' with her single and horny girlfriends.
I may be an idiot, but girls' night means the girls are alone until they step into the club, and then it's all about flirting and getting chased by the guys there.
"Baby, I know you're getting dressed to go out, but I've had a rough day and could use some company tonight, can you stay home and watch a movie with me instead?"
I heard a loud sigh from the bathroom, "I'm sorry honey, the girls are already all getting ready." I shook my head, "Seriously, there are four of them, they can go out manhunting without you for once." Sigh, "It will be ok honey, I'll be back late tonight and then we'll have the rest of the weekend together."
I've been working 65+ hours a week for months trying to cover the wedding bills so to say I'm stressed and at the end of my rope would be an understatement. "Fine, you're about to be married to me. When exactly are you going to stop going to the club every weekend? I'm getting worried and this isn't how I expect you to act when we're married."
She paused, "Baby, I'm only 24, we've got plenty of time to settle down, but I don't see the need to stop hanging out with my girlfriends anytime soon." "I didn't say you couldn't hang out, I said when you are going to stop going trawling for dick every weekend? You guys can always stay home and get drunk, but my wife is not going to be at the bars every weekend."