Push his hand away

You politely push his hand away. You whisper in his ear, "I'm a happily married women and I don't do that." I don't believe anyone noticed, so no harm, no foul. All four of us are laughing and dancing along to the song "my money don't jiggle, jiggle, it folds”. I notice John is dancing behind me. It makes me a little uncomfortable but I continue dancing. He puts both hands on my waist and pushes my butt against his crotch. His package is now pressed against my firm ass and I can clearly feel a bulge. This isn't like my husband's hard-on's, this feels much, much bigger. He whispers in my ear "It's 8 inches. You deserve it". At that exact moment, my phone rings. It's my husband.