"What did you just say?" Darlene moved uncomfortably in her seat.
Marlin raised the glass to hips lips and knocked it back. Wiping his lips he eyed her again with a long probing look. He muttered something under his breath and got up and headed back the bar. All Darlene could make out was "Fuck'n white..." his voice disappeared into the surroundings It was a fairly busy bar which had robbed her of hearing the full comment.
As he went to get the next round she cast her mind back to his previous comment. The comment that caught her off guard. His deep dark eyes were locked with hers, he leaned in over the table and said "Robert has shown me way more than your fuck'n titties."
Darlene's mouth was instantly dry. Robert had told her that Marlin has seen pictures of her tits before. She didn't mind so much, even with Marlin. She didn't much like him. He was cocky and foul mouthed. She knew Robert was hoping to get her to agree to fuck him but she wasn't interested at all. Not in cheating.. not in a black guy... DEFINITELY NOT with Marlin. Instantly she began running through her mind what photos her husband had of her. There was many, surely Robert hasn't shown the full nudes or her black dildo. Surely not. She felt sick to her stomach. And then a sudden realization that although her mouth was dry her pussy was not.
Marlin returned to the table. Placed a Captain and Coke politely in front of her, he lowered his 6'2" frame into the seat opposite her and smirked. His dark features seemed even darker in the dim light of the bar.
"Now listen here Marlin", Darlene started, "I don't know what you have seen and to be honest I don't care either", she was lying, "I don't much like you. You are only out with us tonight because you can't go home for a week and tonight's your birthday and for some God for saken reason my husband likes you. But he is your superior and you will show his wife some respect."
Marlin couldn't go home to Houston as his roommate had Covid and so Darlene's wife Robert had suggested he stay in Colorado for a week while his roommate was isolating. As Darlene was so anti-Marlin there was no offer for him to stay in the spare room but Robert had suggested that Marlin could join them at a bar to celebrate his birthday rather than spending the day alone.
Robert had struck up a conversation with an old friend at the bar which had left Darlene and this dark boy half her age in a booth. He was hardly a boy though, 28 years old, well built, dread locks down to his shoulder blades, and a multitude of intimidating tattoos adorning him. There was not a chance in hell that Darlene would ever be in a conversation with him if it wasn't for the situation.
Marlin chuckled. "No chance of a birthday fuck then?" He waved away her answer before she could utter it. "I respect Robert more than you will ever fuckin know. I know that he wants to see you fucked by a nigga and I know that you know that too." he leans in. "I know you get all wet watching black guys fucking older women. I know you use black dildos in your shaved cunt. I know you love swallowing cum and by the looks of your nipples sticking out like that we BOTH know that you want me to use you like a whore."
She starts to get up. "I'm getting Robert."
He grabs her by the wrist and holds her in place. "Relax. I'm just saying it how it is. Not my style to force a bitch to do something she doesn't want to." He relaxes his grip and she sits again.
"Well drop it Marlin. OK? There is no chance in hell I'm cheating on Robert."
Marlin knocked back his whiskey. "Time for a refill. I'll get you another so drink up. Maybe it will lighten the fucken mood." He gets up and returns with drinks for them both and one for Robert who had returned to the table and positioned himself beside his wife and across from Marlin.
"You two seem to be getting on better than I expected." Robert said with a hint of relief in his voice. "having a good birthday bud?"
"Yeah I am thanks. Not exactly what I had planned but Darlene has made me feel better." he raised his glass to her. "Thanks for not treating me like everyone else. I know being seen with a gangbanger like me isn't easy. Dealt with that all my fuckin life. You good white folks." There was respect in his voice. Darlene knew it was a lie... but was it? Was his mannerisms just a result of his upbringing? Should she give him a little slack? Maybe... but she still needs to put him in his place.
Robert seemed genuinely happy that the two of them were getting along, she could see he was having a great night, he and Marlin had been at sea for 30 days and just got home the day before. She always loved the first few days back in particular as she always missed him. He was also enjoying his catch up with his old buddy. She decided she would talk to him tomorrow about Marlin and not ruin his night. "Sorry I was catching up with Greg. Haven't seen him for 10 years or so. But I couldn't just abandon the two of you." Robert chuckled.
Darlene turned to her husband, "We are doin ok hun. Go back to your friend if you want. I'll have another drink with Marlin and then go have a dance or two." She'd been getting the eye from a couple of guys that she had seen before and one other had motioned her toward the dance floor. Robert and Darlene often came out to bars together and she would flirt and dance with other guys. They both liked it and it turned them both on immensely.
Darlene wore low cut tops showing off her cleavage and shorter skirts than she probably should. Although she was carrying a few more pounds than she would like to it never stopped her trying to advertise her sexuality. Tonight was no different, her skirt was short and her blouse was low cut.
Tonight they were in a local bar, country music playing in the next room and a great deal of chatter from the well packed bar. If anything this was her type of place and Marlin was certainly the fish out of water. She was thankful of the chatter. Thankful that it would have masked the conversation with Marlin. As Robert pecked her on the cheek and went back to his friend she readied herself to take control of the conversation and in fact stop it.
"Marlin," she began, "I need you to just..."
He lent in "No... You need to sit there and listen for just a few minutes. And then you can go off to your white mutha fucka's for a bit of bump and grind."
