He goes!

The idea of giving his wife what she wants while not having to see it because he is somewhere else with a woman that thinks his cock is amazing sounded really good to John. The thought promised an intoxicating blend of freedom and excitement, and the proposal was met immediately with, “Yeah, that does sound nice; let’s do that.”

All John knew about the upcoming gathering at his wife’s parents’ place was that Jennifer would likely be the only woman there—if not the sole one—amid a sea of men. He knew that so many guys planned on attempting the event that in anticipation of it, the local pharmacy’s entire stock of condoms had reportedly been bought it, and William even requested that Jennifer hurriedly purchase an extra assortment in various sizes at their local pharmacy—a detail John preferred not to dwell on too deeply.

William had arranged a discreet meeting outside of town. With a proud swagger, Jennifer left John’s car as stepping into her father’s car, clutching three heavy shopping bags brimming with condoms, and nothing else but the clothes on her back. Meanwhile, Melissa claimed her role in the weekend’s adventure, taking her spot in John’s car with an entire suitcase filled with her belongings.

Their destination was an elegant hotel at the very heart of town—a journey that should have only taken them 15 minutes, if they went the straightest path through the small town. But that way would have taken them right in front of Jennifer's parents' house, where he would have saw at least twenty cars parked in the front year, not to mention a few men walking down the street towards there house. Realizing that seeing that would ruin the weekend for John, Melissa had John take the meandering along back roads that skirted the outskirts of town. It added another forty minutes to their journey, but at least it didn’t ruin John mood.

Upon arrival at the hotel, they were greeted like royalty. Within fifty seconds of stepping through the lobby, they were ushered into the presidential suite, attended by four impeccably uniformed bellhops eager to serve their every whim. Just ten minutes later, they found themselves seated at the chef’s table in the hotel’s finest restaurant—the atmosphere alive with murmurs and curious glances as guests speculated about the identity of these honored visitors. Every dish was on the house, and the restaurant buzzed with admiration for the duo’s effortless display of opulence.

What intrigued John most was overhearing a group of men remarking how fortunate he was to have such a beautiful wife. Leaning into Melissa, he whispered, “Melissa, everyone thinks we are married!” Giggling softly, she replied with playful confidence, “Of course they do. Why wouldn’t they? We arrived together, we dine together, and both our fingers proudly display our wedding bands. And if you haven’t noticed, even this restaurant’s menu bears Mr. and Mrs. [John’sLastName] in gleaming gold letters.”