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Wedding Bells

It was getting closer to our wedding day. Bridget wasn’t getting to be the Bridezilla that she could have been. I was happy about that. However, it was her mother who was becoming the monster-in-law. I understand, I really do. She only wants the best for her little girl. But her overbearing demeanor and her holier-than-thou attitude towards me was getting on my last nerve.

Thankfully, Bridget knew how her mom was and she promised that she would make it up to me. I believed that she would. Since we met, she had done everything she could to make me happy. I have done an equal job at making her happy.

“Baby, I want you to know that I love you. Mom has been driving me crazy too. I will make it up to you, I promise.”

“And just how do you plan on making it up to me, sweetie?”

“By doing a lot of wild and crazy things with you before and after the wedding. Things that would drive my mom crazy if she ever found out.”

“Oh, really? What do you have planned for us?”

“Oh no. You’ll find out soon enough,” she smirked and then kissed me.

Bridget’s mom was incredibly old school and wouldn’t let her move in with me until we were married. Even then, I wasn’t too sure. I didn’t like it at all, but I kept quiet to keep the peace for both of us. It was the weekend before the wedding. We decided we would be different and have a combined bachelor/bachelorette party with friends. We went out to dinner with close family and the bridal party. We wanted to unwind and let loose at the party so we arranged for my neighbor, Doug, to occupy her mom so we could have some fun. Doug was a lonely widower. We did this to thank him for watching our house during our honeymoon.

After dinner and a couple of dances, we feigned exhaustion to her mom and bid her a farewell. Doug would be taking her home after they had coffee and dessert. Once we left the restaurant, we headed to the strip club. This was Bridget’s idea. I paid the admission fee for myself. Bridget’s was free and mine was half off because I was with her. It wasn’t too busy for a Friday night. We found a table near the stage. I wasn’t a prude, but I was still shocked that Bridget wanted to be there.

“Bridget, what brought this trip on? You know you’re my only one.”

“Bret, I told you I was going to make up for my mom being such a bitch towards you.” I looked at her with a stunned look on my face. “Yes, honey, I know she is. I also know you keep quiet because you love me and don’t want to cause problems. This is only the beginning. Sit back and enjoy the show.”

How could I not enjoy it? My fiancé bringing me to a strip club. Hot women to look at with her approval. The music was my favorite, 80s hairbands. It was blaring in the sound system. How was I going to argue with her? Bridget’s eyes were glued to the dancer on stage. She watched her every move. Then, her hand started to rub my cock through my jeans. I was already hard, but her hand made me even harder. I glanced over to Bridget, she had ...