Stand at the counter (Love -1)

Your wife understands your choice, though she can't help but feel a little disappointed that she has to stand around after a long day at work, and in her high heels too. She bends and slumps over the bar a little to ease the strain on her shoulders. Her breasts rest on the countertop, squished by their own weight. The position makes her ass stick out a little.

Ada doesn't realise it, but the view she provides has started to attract a small crowd. Several young men begin to swarm the taps, under the guise of getting refills while shooting sneaky glances at her round, bubbly derriere.

"Yo, dude, check out the ass on that hottie! It's fuckin' phenomenal, that skirt is so damn tight on her too!" a tall, lanky man whispers to his friend, both pairs of eyes firmly glued to Ada's booty.

"I know! That's why I'm at the counter instead of relaxing at the table too, her ass looks even bigger up close like this! What I wouldn't give to cop a feel..." the glasses-wearing friend whisper-yells back, probably thinking he's being all sly.

"Shhh! Keep your voice down, she's got a ring. Guy next to her's probably her husband or something...don't say stupid shit out loud, just enjoy the view..."

You rub your temples and take a deep breath while your Ada seems oblivious to what's occurring around her, while ordering drinks for the both of you.