Friday Morning, March 7th. 147 days until the wedding...

You have 147 days until Beth ties the knot with Brian. You must try to keep her libido in check while also keeping Brian's suspicion low. The ending will depend on many variables: ending Suspicion, chosen traits, chosen flaw, chosen sexual trait, number of promiscuous acts, whether or not Brian makes partner. Good luck, have fun!

Beth looked around the modest bedroom of the two bedroom townhouse, briefly imagining the nice house in the hills they {if Shame < 50
}would {else
}might {endif
}have once Brian made partner. In the meantime, their relationship had changed a bit. Exhaustion and stress had taken a toll on Brian's sex drive, and sometimes they would go weeks without a satisfying sexual encounter for Beth. {If Shame < 30
}Beth was fed up with being nice about it at this point. She needed dick. {elseif Shame > 70
}Beth was trying her best to be patient and not pile further stress on Brian's back. {else
}Beth told herself it was just temporary. {endif
}{if Shame > 30
}Once Brian made partner, things would get better. {if Shame < 50
}Her inner slut begged to differ, and it was getting harder and harder to shut her up.{endif
}{else
}As soon as Brian made partner, Beth would at least have the money to make up for what Brian couldn't give her. {endif
}

Beth suddenly noticed that the shower had stopped, and she {if Lazy = 1
}lazily {endif
}turned her head to see her fiancée in the doorway, framed by the light of the bathroom.
Brian Palmer stood glistening in the doorway in his dark grey boxer briefs. He was toweling his chest with one last swirl before spreading it out to hang dry. Beth admired her fiancée's body. Brian was maybe half an inch shy of 6 feet tall, roughly 200 lbs., with a realistic but fit body. {if Shame < 30
}At least he's nice to look at.{endif
}
Brian didn't have rippling biceps or six pack abs but he was healthy, strong, and fairly lean, with a nice butt and only minimally hairy arms and legs, with a little happy trail leading from his belly button into the waistband of his boxers. The form fitting underwear showed the outline of his cock: it was above average in length and girth, and he knew how to use it....when he actually did use it.
At 30, Brian was a typical young urban professional. His closet held a nice range of work suits, polos and sportswear for the gym. He was a sharp dresser and never let more than a five o'clock shadow mar his cheeks. He had baby blue eyes and nearly black hair that he kept short in the summer. Despite her {if Shame <30
} rapidly diminishing respect for him for not catering to her needs{else
}dissatisfaction with how much he was working with this partnership track on top of his normal work{endif
}, she {if Shame < 30
}had to admit {else
}was reminded once again {endif
}how handsome he was. Of {if History = 2
}all the many, many, many partners she had had, he was definitely near the top. {elseif History = 0
}Even though she hadn't had many partners, he was definitely a contender for the top spot. {else
}all her past boyfriends and hookups, he was probably the hottest. {endif
}

"Morning, babe..." Beth said, and Brian glanced over at the bed as he stepped up to his dresser to pull out socks and a white t-shirt.
"Good morning." He reached over to stroke her cheek with the back of his hand. Then his eyes widened as they fell on the clock. "Fuck, I've got to get moving. Don't want to be late."
"I suppose..." Beth purred, staring at the bulging cotton within reach of her itching hands.