On The Morning Of The Big Day, My Bride-to-be's Father Invited Me Into His Room For A Chat. His Usual

On the morning of the big day, my bride-to-be's father invited me into his room for a chat. His usual demeanor seemed different. It’s dead silent, aside from the brewing coffee, until he began, "My wife and I love each other deeply," he said, and I suddenly realized she wasn't in the room. "But over time—20 years in—we came to understand that our desires and passions in the bedroom had completely faded. We tried everything to make it work, but it wasn't enough. We're animals, and animals don't mate for life. We decided to become swingers, and it reignited something in both of us, a new passion, a way to rediscover what we had lost. In today's world, everyone pretends that monogamy is the only path, but I wanted to share this with you, offer some advice-and a place to go if you ever need an outlet. I want my daughter to have the best life possible.” The man takes a sip of his fresh coffee, settling into his chair with a spread of his robe, revealing his very fortunate manhood. I can't help but stare in awe as he shifts to a more serious tone, saying, “While her innocent nature may not grasp these thoughts, understand this: if your instincts ever urge you to betray my daughter, you’ll have to go through me first.”