Tell her not to slump over the bar (Love -1 Lewd +1)

"Hey, babe. Maybe you should straighten your pose out a little, you're kind of putting on a show for some horny guys here. I don't really like the looks they're giving you..."

Ada shoots you an annoyed look, "Ugh, my feet and shoulders are killing me, you have no idea how much it sucks to wear heels and have big boobs. Let me at least get comfortable, I don't care what some horndogs think about me!"

You raise your hands in surrender to placate your wife, letting her do as she wishes. The bartender, sensing the tense mood, quietly serves you both your **** and moves on to the other customers, not wanting to get between your little spat. Over the course of the night, the young men get bolder, stepping closer and 'accidentally' grazing against your wife in the process.

At one point, a roguish-looking young jock steps up right behind Ada. He holds his glass out to the bartender for a refill, and his hips sharply thrust forward to ram against Ada's butt, as though dry-humping her. She gasps, jerking up onto her tippy toes to flinch away from him. She fights the urge to turn around and slap him out of reflex, not wanting to make a scene. Besides, she'd just argued with you and didn't want to prove you right by acknowledging the horny young man's actions.

"Oops, sorry lady, accident. Too tipsy to see where I was going..." he shoots a shit-eating grin, clearly very much in control of his body and intentional with his actions.

"I-its fine. Just watch where you're going, and don't do it again." Ada grits her teeth, stepping away from him. Once the jock moves away though, she feels a bead of arousal bubble up between her nether lips, much to her chagrin. She couldn't believe her body would betray her like that, reacting to a man who wasn't even her husband. Not wanting to leave room for more of such incidents, she grabs your arm and asks to head home as soon as you're both done with your drinks.