Farrah crossed her legs, letting her short loose denim skirt fall back off of her thighs. Although he wore a mask of nonchalance, she knew Joseph was paying attention. He always paid attention to her. She watched him chat with some light-skinned guy he knew. Joseph's features were the total opposite of his acquaintance. The light-skinned guy was tall and thick, with braided hair and large eyes. Joseph was just a few inches taller than Farrah, although she was rather tall for a woman. His skin tone was of cocoa and although he was thicker than when they'd met, most people would consider him a medium build. Their styles were also a contrast. Although they wore the similar outfits, stylish jeans and a button down shirt, Joseph's friend wore a shirt two or three size larger than he was and his pants sagged down to his thigh, being held in place by his belt. The guy routinely pulled his pants up, a definite turn-off. Joseph shirt was one size larger than his frame and hung just below the hips and his jeans sat on his hips, held there by his round rump. Farrah's mouth watered at the thoughts the way his pants fit invoked in her.
"I'm bored. I'm gonna go dance." Farrah absently mentioned as she rose from the booth. Her skirt clung to itself, giving a glimpse of her blue bikini cut panties with the smiley face on the rear. She felt Joseph's eyes looking at her long legs and cute butt, so she waited a few steps before she adjusted her skirt.
Joseph watched Farrah move gracefully through the crowd. She always seemed to take a route that gave him a great view of her. As she walked to the floor, she had quite a few mini conversations. She was well known and each conversation was brief, but eventful. Farrah greeted each person, guy or girl, with a deep hug and a soft kiss on the cheek. She would whisper her words in their ear instead of talk to them, and most of the time, a hand or a pair would find their way to her soft butt. Normally she would let the hand rest there for five to ten seconds before she playfully moved them with a smile. That was Farrah's MO, she loved to tease. She loved the power of controlling someone in subtle ways. She loved using her sexy assets, her full D breasts, her legs that ran forever, her perky ass and full lips, and her charismatic demeanor to turn people to her whim. And she loved the fact that Joseph loved to be teased by her. They didn't go out to clubs and social events often, but when they did, it was normally at her urging because she felt like "playing." And she felt like playing now.
Farrah saw a friend of hers, a younger woman named Kathy, who adored her. Everything Farrah said and did Kathy took seriously. This annoyed Farrah at first, but she grew to think it cute, like Kathy was a little sister. She met Kathy in a clothing store about five months ago and then again that same night at this same club. Kathy looked similar to Farrah, but she was shorter and had what men called a "badonkadonk." The only reason that Farrah kept Kathy around was that Joseph loved asses and she liked to watch him try to ignore Kathy's. Joseph, who watched Farrah the whole time she swayed through the crowd, noticed how Farrah put the girl at ease, lightly touching an arm, rubbing a back, and her hand made its way to Kathy's plump ass. He didn't think that Kathy even knew she was being used as a tool of teasing. But if she did, she wouldn't care, so long as Farrah was paying her attention. Farrah kept talking, and glancing Joseph's way with a delicious smile, squeezed Kathy's ass. Kathy giggled, and he surmised that Farrah made some sort of joke about her donk.
Abruptly Farrah took Kathy by the hand and pulled her onto the edge of the dance floor. The two danced casually to several songs, laughing and talking as they danced the latest dances. Joseph smile at his wife. She seemed like a schoolgirl playfully dancing with her friend. The two were in their own little world. He looked about the place, and noticed other men looking in the direction of the two beautiful ladies, some with their boys, and some with other ladies. It was easy to see why the two garnered so much attention. Although there were many beautiful ladies in the house, these two were beautiful and having fun. He watched the men with their lustful glares for awhile. He wasn't jealous, but instead aroused. He loved watching Farrah enjoying herself and he loved watching Farrah tease others. He often fantasized about her having sex in front of him, and he told her of the fantasies, but they both agreed that they weren't ready to explore those dreams. He did however like watching her fondle and tease other men. It was like watching her put on a special show for him. It drove him insane. He especially loved to see her rubbing another man's dick through his pants, especially if it's big and it shows. Watching her turn someone else on like that nearly brings him to orgasm every time.
Joseph ordered another drink and saw another buddy of his. He welcomed the guy over and they began to discuss women and cars. He mostly watched his wife while he talked and sipped. A popular booty shaking song came on and most of the women were shaking ass like salt on Micky D's fries. It funny how a song has that effect on people. The right melody coupled with the right words and folk will act a fool in public. Farrah danced, but not as wildly as the other women. She was more in control, and she danced by herself. She waved at her hubby and he waved back with a smile. She began to do a little dance for him, as he was one of few who watched her. A tall guy stood behind her and she began to grind her butt into him. She moved very fast, slamming into him. He couldn't keep up and tried to slide his arms about her waist, but Farrah stopped him and continued to dance. A few seconds later, and he hobbled away, not being about to match her intense pace. She loved doing that. Instead of being rude, Farrah would set a standard that was difficult to meet. She felt that if you wanted her, in any aspect, you had to meet the standards, or you weren't going to get her.
The song ended, followed by a few more booty songs, and Kathy had found her a handsome admirer, so Farrah came back to the booth where her husband was. Joseph was still talking to his buddy. He smiled at her.
"You had fun?" he asked.
"I guess." She answered matter-of-factly.
"What's wrong? You want to go?" Joseph asked.
"No, just waiting for the music to change." Farrah replied
"This is Chris. Chris, this is my wife Farrah." Joseph introduced the two.
"I finally get to meet the 'little Goddess'. Joe here talks about you so much, I thought you had wings." Chris said with a pleasant, friendly smile.
"What lies has he been spreading? I have never stabbed, hit, shot, or tried to kill him in any way. That's my story and I'm sticking to it." Farrah announced semi-jokingly. The three of them laughed. They had some small talk about booty songs and football, Farrah picking up a like for the sport from her husband.
Joseph excused himself for a moment and went to the bathroom. That third drink did it to him. Farrah watched her husband's ass as he moved with a sway. He was so sexy. She loved how he was so supportive of her. Watching his ass made her horny.
"So, are you from New Orleans also?" Chris asked politely in the silence. Farrah turned to him. He wasn't really cute, but he had sexy eyes. "No, I was born in Miami. I met Joey in New Orleans when I was in college." Farrah answered.
"Joey? I called him Joey once and he damn near punched me." Chris said in astonishment.
"That's because you don't have these." Farrah said playfully while grabbing her breasts, "Or this." She said as she held out her wedding ring. She noticed that Chris' eyes moved down to the ring and quickly back up at her chest. An interesting idea came to her. "I need you to help me do something for Joe, but you have to promise to do exactly as I tell you."
