Nothing. I wasn’t even allowed inside the bar, it didn’t matter that today was my birthday.It wasn’t like I was an ugly guy or something. Short ...ark brown hair. Almond color eyes. Somewhat tanned skin tone. 5’10” in height. Enough muscle that if I flexed my arm and poke it I would feel something there. Constantly shaved beard. I was somewhere between ‘Your average Joe’ and ‘Not too shabby’ on the hotness scale, if I do say so myself. My only weak point was my gut, not that I was fat, I worked. Most of the "husbands" didn't know of the relationship prior to their meeting, loving and marrying. None knew of my intervention as cupid in some of those budding relationships. The ladies knew so it would be interesting to see how that all played out.Jim and I had gone into town to get his tux fitted at the rental store. When I was asked I just told them I didn't need a tux. I didn't rub it in their faces that I owned 6 of them. There's no rationale for that.I did make one phone call to an old. I was waiting for people to go to their home and even Jiya was heading to her home slowly. When everyone was out of sight I ran to her building and told her to come at the terrace door.She lived on the last floor of the 4-floor building anyway. There was a lot of space for us and we were lucky that the terrace was open that day.As soon as we entered the terrace I locked it up and pinned my girl on the wall near the door and started kissing her badly. My hands were running from her thighs moving. I grab at him, unbuttoning his shirt eagerly. God, I want this man right now, more than I have ever wanted anything. He pulls away from me, opens his car door, and walks around the bonnet to my side, opening my door and offering me his hand. I climb out and look around, it is dark other than the lights of the car. He smiles at me and it is sexy and suggestive. “Not spacious enough for fucking you senseless.” My pussy clenches at the promise of what is to come, I am incredibly turned on by him,.