<em>Couldn't find you when I got back with the drink,"</em>Chris had said; at which point Nikki's nose wrinkled.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/ALkp5JQ.jpg?)</div>Grin flaring, she swallowed back the urge to prod her husband immediately.  Instead, she let him finish; before negating his whole explanation with the sort of sarcasm he'd likely grown to expect from her after years of marriage.<em>"Well, I guess you didn't look hard enough,"</em>she fired back, right eyelid pinching in a playful wink that accompanied a very pronounced rock of the hips back into her dance partner.  Although an onlooker might easily infer some lack of respect, the reality was that this sort of ribbing was very much within the couple's vibe.  Tonight it was just in the midst of a bit of a flourish -- or so it seemed.<br/><br/>Nikki's right hand continued to cradle Richard's across her tummy, meanwhile, as the left hoisted that glass just inches from her lips.  She'd already sampled two sips, and now she took a longer drink before swallowing it down behind those burgundy-etched lips.  Fingertips clenched to the younger man's arm as if to ward him away from potentially wandering away, yet that lessened as the moments passed.  It was reassuring that he didn't spook and run away.  Instead, they carried on like friends.  Inexplicably, the notion set her at ease, making it easier to drift into that sensual rhythmic sway against the hard body behind her.<br/><br/>The men continued their exchange, speaking as though she wasn't even there.  That too was oddly alluring.  To be a fly on the wall in a room when people were talking about you was one thing, but when all the talk was flattery?  Borderline objectifying?  Even better.<br/><br/><em>"Yes.  Loves to <strong>dance</strong>,"</em>she interjected, placing an emphasis on that word just as her husband complimented Richard.  To accompany the words, her shoulders and upper body leaned forward just a little -- even as taut thighs and long legs guided her backside into him just a little more snug.  Intricate was her grind; the sort that sought out and smothered the budding hardness in Richard's crotch.  When she found it, another flare exploded in her smile, followed closely by a gentle flush of the cheeks that was barely distinguishable in the lower light.<br/><br/><em>"Jesus,"</em>she remarked, testing the waters a little further.<em>"I'm not the only one who's hot,"</em>she joked with a playful wink cast over the left shoulder to Richard.