They swayed back and forth on the dance floor. She had one arm wrapped around is shoulders, her faced buried in his chest greedily sucking on the section of his chest that she could reach, her free hand wondering down his chest and abs brushing dangerously close to his groin.
"Eh, eh, eh," he chided softly, pulling her hand up and placing on his chest, "Down girl."
She laid her head on his chest, her eyes squinting menacingly at the gawkers, "Sluts," she hissed.
"Be nice," he said, kissing her head softly.
"I am," she grumbled, "They are eye-fucking you."
Taking her hand, he pulled her towards the door, stopping for a brief second in front of the gawkers, "Ladies," he greeted politely, "I'm gonna take my wife," he held up their hands displaying their wedding bands, "home and fuck her senseless. If you'll excuse us," he said before dragging her out of the bar.
Their mouths dropped open in shock, as they watched their retreating forms.
"What a slut!" the leader gasped in shock.
"She must be doing something right," the smartass of the group commented, before being glared at by the leader, "I'm just sayin'," she shrugged her shoulders.