Chris looked sheepishly apologetic back at the bartender, regretting she had to make drinks again, and quickly pulled out a $10 bill to tip her before she had finished the drinks.  He returned Nikki's delicious peck of a kiss with his own eager lips, noticing her fingers and Richards intertwined and clutching one another.  Though his brain was already swirling from the alcohol, he was a bit anxious as the situation was unfolding and thought another drink would help.<br/><br/>"Dog Walker huh? Nice!" As he leaned in and whispered into Nikki's ear as Richard turned his back for a moment. " Thought he was a personal trainer or muscle model" he joked, referencing Richards physicque.<br/>"So we've been looking for a dog walker, pet-sitter on occasions, Richard.  Funny how we may have found him in this lounge of all places!" He took his  glass and cheers to both his wife and Richard, taking a big sip.  His free hand , caressing the back of Nikki's lower back and slowly sliding down on to her round ass, givi g it a squeeze as he leaned in.  "I can tell your having fun, babe. Having seen your eyes sparkle or smile this much in a long time". He kissed her forehead to reassure her he was in a good state of mind and on board with everythibg that was happening thus far. He wanted to play it cool, even though butterflies still swirled in his gut.