My First Night Out

I am exhausted of playing a perfect husband. I dream about inappropriate stuff and I crave interaction with strangers. Surprisingly, when I confessed my feelings to my wife, she patted my shoulder and said that she wouldn’t mind - as long as I didn’t shame our family name, kept things clean and came home for dinner.

Ecstatic, I ran downstairs to pack for my night out. Corkscrew, Pocket Knife, chainsaw, rubbing alcohol, Band-Aids: everything seemed to be in place.

Still have a few hours to kill before supper. Last kiss to my beloved wife and I disappear into the darkness.