Chris decided to cancel the other two drink orders when nobody followed him to the bar.  The bartender shot him a not so nice look, and he sheepishly grinned, shrugged his shoulders, a universal symbol of sincere apology.  He fumbled with his credit card, finally giving it to the bartender to swipe as he twisted around almost 180, straining to see the interaction between Nikki and Richard.  There faces were inches apart, and Nikki was nothing but smiles.  He wondered if Richard liked her perfume, if it excited him when he breathed in her scent, the way it did to him.  It was strange to watch Nikki being flirtatious and in an intimate position with a stranger, but awkwardly erotic.<br/><br/>He bit his bottom lip watching Richard's hands grab at his wife's round full ass cheeks.  he instantly knew how big it must have felt to Richard, and firm. Nikki had an amazing ass, probably the best one in the club. Chris had grabbed it a thousand times and every time he did, it sent a rush through his veins.  He watched the couple closely, imagining what they were thinking and feeling in the very instant.  So caught up in the tempting and teasing of each other, he hadn't;t noticed the bartender brought back the drink and left the receipt for him to sign, until she poked him in the shoulder, still bothered that she had to pour out 2 of the three drinks.  Chris left her a generous tip, tucked the receipt and credit card back into his wallet, and took a long savoring sip of the drink.  His eyes quickly fixated back on his wife.