He's handsome

"Well, his name is Joey. He's around our age. He's tall, fit, and is so handsome. I think you'll like him," Molly explains.

You and Molly finish getting dressed and you step back to examine your work. Molly is rocking a short, low-cut, red dress with matching heels. The tights dress hugs her ass perfectly, and accentuates her curves. The dress is formal, but leaves little to the imagination. Her flawless skin and luscious breasts on display for the world. It's the kind of dress meant to draw the eye. For most men, this would be a downside. But you are not most men.

You throw on a nice suit and make sure your hair looks nice. It doesn't take long, but you don't really need to worry about how you look.

"Ready? I told Joey you'd drive us," Molly says.

"Oh ok!" You reply casually.

You both walk out to the car. You get in the front seat, Molly gets in the back.

"What are you doing?" You ask, though you think you know the answer.

"I'd rather sit next to Joey if it's all the same to you," she replies.

"Oh of course," you say, starting the car.

Molly guides you to Joey's place. It's actually not that far from your house. You pull up and see a man standing outside with flowers. You can immediately tell this man is way better looking than you. Looks taller too. You can't believe your wife just happened to know this guy. He's the perfect bull. You are even more surprised he was interested in this type of relationship. Not many people are really into this. At least, not many that you know of.

Joey gets in the car with a smile, "Hey, Molly. Hope you like flowers."

Molly does in fact like flowers. Loves them actually. She happily takes them and presses them gently against her chest, "Thank you Joey these are beautiful," Molly swoons.

"And you must be her husband," Joey says, turning his attention to you.

"Yes, sir. My name's John. Good to meet you," you say politely.