As they approached the crowded club, John couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. His wife, Sarah, was an absolute stunner with her curvaceous figure and luscious behind that seemed to be the center of attention for every man they passed. She wore a tight dress that hugged her hips and revealed a glimpse of her toned legs, making her appear even more desirable.
"Do you really need to wear that?" he asked, feigning irritation.
Sarah smirked and gave his arm a playful slap. "Hey, I want to have some fun tonight. It's been so long since we've been out. Besides, you're not so bad yourself."
They entered the club and were immediately engulfed by the pulsating beats of the music. Sarah swayed to the rhythm, her vol ume of hair bouncing with every move. James stood by her side, unsure of how to react. She caught his eye and smiled, taking his hand and pulling him onto the dance floor. As they moved together, he couldn't help but notice the way her body fit against his. Suddenly, he wasn't so nervous anymore. They danced the night away, losing themselves in the music and the moment
