Me and the old ball and chain were at a lounge having some drinks a few months back, I go up to the bar to get us a couple more and this chick starts talking to me. I already know my wife is back there watching us and I try to politely blow her off, but she likes what she sees ( I can't blame her). I look back at my wife and she's already standing right next to me staring a hole through this chick's soul. In my mind I'm like, " RUN BITCH, RUN FOR YOUR FUCKING LIFE. SHE WILL FUCKING MURDER YOU". The chick just smiles and walks away. The fucked up thing is my wife turned her rage to me, I didn't even do shit I was getting her damn long island. Boy, she hate fucked me hard that night. I felt used...