Dancing and Drining with Dar Men

This is for the

750 Word Project

(so it's short on purpose)

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My wife Barb and I were at a dance club at the invitation of Barb's co-worker, Tracy. We were hanging with Tracy, her husband, Jerry, and a group of their friends; two women and four men, all black. We four are white. Everyone seemed friendly enough, even covering all our drinks. But Barb was already clearly tipsy and I was feeling increasingly uneasy.

Each man except for Jerry had danced with Barb and the three other women had danced with me; it was a dance club after all. But the last time I'd taken my wife out on the floor I'd gotten a vibe from the table like I was somehow interrupting her date with someone else.

Now, a big stud named Charles was guiding Barb to the dance floor with his hand firmly on her ass. She wasn't brushing it off. I needed to cut off the booze and maybe get her out of there.

I moved to follow, but one of the black women held my arm and said, "Stay and talk with me, sweetie."

"I'm afraid nature calls," I said.

She reluctantly made way.

Just then, Tracy came back from dancing with another linebacker type, Reggie. Taking in her long, toned legs, I noticed for the first time a silver anklet with a charm: a Spade marked with a Q.

I stood quickly, but Reggie blocked my way to the floor.

"Back in a second," I said, before heading to the men's room, where I ducked into the last stall to think. Soon after, some guys came in, joking loudly.

"Yo, Travis, is that a new white ho at your table?"

"Yeah, Tracy recruited us another Queen of Spades."

(general laughter)

"And her pussy husband came to watch?"

"Well," drawled Travis, "Tracy didn't tell the new bitch everything, but they'll catch on when we get her started sucking black cock soon."

"Fuck, nigger, she's down for that?"

"She will be when the 'E' I slipped her kicks in."

(more laughter)

"Is white boy going to be trouble?"

"He'll find trouble if he don't sit down quiet like the other white bitch-boy."

(louder laughter)

I waited half a minute after Travis left to return to the group.

Barb was seated on the left side of the table, pressed tightly between Charles and Reggie. The black women made room for me to get past them on the right. Clearly I was supposed to sit at the back of the booth with the other cuck.

Instead, I leaned over toward Barb. "Hey, baby, come dance with me one more time before these guys keep you to themselves." I gave a knowing smile to the men next to her, selling the impression that I was onboard with them blacking my wife.

Charles smiled evilly. "One last dance. Sure."

I took Barb's hand and also subtly snagged her small clutch purse. We hadn't gotten five feet before I heard the rumble of dark laughter behind us. Fortunately, the booth was on the opposite side of the dance floor from the entrance, so I just kept her moving through the crowd and out the door.

"What are we doing?" Barb slurred. "I thought we were going to dance?"

"No, I'm afraid it's time to leave, baby. You're not feeling well."

"What? I feel fine. In fact, I feel more than fine," she giggled. "I wanna dance some more." She tried to turn back to the club, but I pulled her into an embrace.

"I'm feeling more than fine too," I said, "I can't wait any longer to get you home." I kissed her hard and after a second she kissed me back hungrily. The ecstasy the motherfucker had slipped her was definitely kicking in.

As we drove out of the parking lot, I saw Charles and Reggie come out of the club, looking around. I thought of drug tests and police reports, but the club would be closed before we had either and even then, no actionable proof. For now, I'd settle for keeping my wife safe. Their time would come.

Speaking of my wife, Barb had my cock drenched with spit before we got home, and I fucked her long into the night until she crashed.

I waited until she was on her second cup of coffee the next morning before filling in the strange blanks she had in her memory. She was pissed! She grabbed up her cell phone and dialed Tracy. It was a wonderfully scalding call to eavesdrop on.

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