Watching as Strangers Double Team His Girlfriend: An Interracial Erotica EXTRACT

Hannah Butler

 

Copyright 2016, all rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18 or older.

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4. into the night (isabel)

 

Isabel had been more than a little unsettled when she walked to the bar. Every man whose gaze she happened to catch had stared at her for at least a few seconds and smiled. Why do all these people keep looking at me? Do I have something on my face? Then it dawned on her that she probably had Nikki to thank for all these strangers' wanting eyes. Well, she is very good at what she does. And she sure worked her magic with me. She and Jon sat at the bar and ordered their first round. She stirred her gin and tonic and watched the ice swirl around the glass for a while before ever taking her first sip. What the hell was I thinking? What am I doing here?

 

Jon, probably sensing her unease, spoke up. "Babe, I know you're probably nervous. But there's nothing to worry about. I vetted the guy I found and he seems legit. His friend too. And I know you haven't seen them yet, but I promise, you won't be disappointed. And don't forget that I'll be here with you the whole time."

 

"Yeah. Yeah, you're right. I need to get out of my own head. I'm driving myself crazy over here."

 

"Well, getting started on the drink might help a bit." Isabel sucked the entire drink through her straw in little more than a few seconds. When she slammed the glass back down onto the table and looked at Jon, they both shared a hearty laugh. Maybe this won't be so bad after all. They'd had a couple more drinks by the time Jon received the phone call.

 

"Hello...yeah, this is Jon...oh hey, Brian...you're both here? ...awesome ...yeah, I'll meet you at the door and bring you to the table." He turned to Isabel.

 

"They're here babe. It's not too late to say no. If you want me to, I can just tell them to get lost."

 

Isabel mulled it over a bit, but she knew that she wasn't about to turn back now. I came all this way. I'm seeing this through. "No, that's fine babe. Bring them in."

 

Jon smiled and left for the door. She could hardly believe her eyes when she saw Jon walking towards the table with the two men flanking him. One was a tall, bald black man, wearing what looked like a very well-tailored suit. His shirt had a few buttons undone, which exposed the slightest hint of his powerful chest. The other was an Asian guy with black hair that hung in lazy curls around her ears. He looked more casual, wearing a nice pair of jeans and an understated button-down shirt. Both of them looked like they'd just walked off the pages of the latest GQ.

 

The black guy walked up to her first. "You must be Isabel. Jon has told me so much about you. My name is Brian. This gentleman here is my good friend Marc." Brian extended his hand. Isabel's entire hand seemed to fit inside his palm.

 

"Nice to meet you both. I hope Jon hasn't told you too much about me," she managed through nervous laughter.

 

Brian replied, "Well, he's certainly told us enough. Come on, let's have some drinks and chat a little." Isabel had already had three gin and tonics, and she wasn't sure that she should have a fourth. She was really feeling it. Ah, what the hell. She agreed and sat back down at the table.

 

As it turns out, Jon had been right. Brian and Marc were an absolute pleasure to be around. They were funny, witty, and smart. And they made her feel so comfortable that she'd nearly forgotten why they were really there. Geez, if all goes well, I'm going to be fucking these guys by the end of the night. At that moment, she felt a chill wrack her body that dissipated into a tingly warmth between her legs. She didn't know if it was that passing thought or her fourth gin and tonic that had caused the tremor. All she did know was that she was getting more and more attracted to these men by the minute. She bit her lip unconsciously and took another pull at her drink. About 30 minutes passed before Marc suggested that everyone hit the dance floor.

 

"I don't know," said Isabel, flustered.

 

"Oh come on, Isabel, it'll be fun and you know it," pleaded Brian. His deep voice was oddly reassuring.

 

Jon added his assent next. "Yeah babe, just get out there and have a good time. This is a club, after all." Again, Isabel mulled it over. But again, she knew that she could do nothing else. This really is going to be a night to remember. She drained her drink and allowed Brian to take her hand and guide her to the dance floor. A panic struck her, though, when she was finally standing underneath the disco ball, the music blaring. I have no idea how to dance. Determined not to look out of place, she shuffled from side to side and snapped her fingers.

 

The two sexy strangers looked at her in humored disbelief. Marc looked to Brian, as if to say "I've got it covered," and approached Isabel. He stood behind her and placed his hands on her hips. "Here. Like this." Marc guided her hips in a slow, swaying motion, being sure to obey the beat of the music. Before long, the alcohol was really kicking in, and the dancing felt more natural. She put her own hands on Marc's and let the music take over. She closed her eyes and pushed her ass back into Marc's crotch, feeling his erection against the back of her thigh. Is that a flashlight in his pants, or is he actually excited to be dancing with me right now?

 

Brian soon entered the fray, approaching Isabel from the front and placing his hands up over his shoulders. She was dancing face to face with Brian, all while Marc was gyrating behind her. Are they just being cool because Jon recruited them? Or do they actually want me? Whatever the case, I could definitely get used to this. Suddenly, the wanting eyes of all those guys at the bar didn't matter. All she cared about was being surrounded by the two sexy strangers. Men who wanted her badly. She reveled in her newfound power. Brian made an attempt to escalate things by pecking her on the lips.

 

The small kiss brought her crashing back down to Earth, and suddenly she remembered Jon. Where is he? Did he see Brian kiss me just now? She scanned the room for him, and found him sipping a beer at the bar, nodding at her and smiling, again lending his assent to her activities.

 

Marc pulled back her hair and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, Isabel. We've already talked to Jon about all of this. Everything is okay. Just enjoy the night." Marc's smooth voice was difficult to resist. She fell willingly back into her sexual haze, and resumed dancing. Brian again pressed his lips to hers. But this time, she kissed back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, exploring his lips and tongue with her own. Marc buried his face in her hair and breathed her in. Then, his hands slid from her hips up to her small, perky breasts and squeezed them firmly. Her hardened nipples made their presence known. Maybe I should have worn a bra. Brian reached behind her and grabbed a handful of her ass, kneading it with his powerful hands. She felt both of their rock solid dicks pushing against her, Marc's from the back and Brian's from the front. She reached down and grabbed Brian's. Jesus, this thing is huge. It's so long. And thick too.

 

But she wasn't intimidated. She was hungry. She stroked his dick through his pants and pressed her ass hard into Marc. She was surrounded on all sides by sex and desire. And she loved every second of it. They continued dancing for about 30 more minutes before Brian suggested that they leave the club and continue with the rest of the night. Isabel was all too ready to get back to the house. "Okay, yeah, let's go. I'm gonna go to the bathroom and freshen up really quick."

 

"Okay," replied Brian. "We'll go get Jon and meet you at the door."

 

Isabel walked into the bathroom and examined herself in the mirror. Her face and neck were flushed, and her eyes were only half-open, giving her a "just sexed" look. Her lipstick had worn off from Brian's kisses. Her body was shaking very subtly. Curious, she hiked up her dress and slipped a hand into her underwear. She dipped a finger into her pussy. Good lord, I'm soaking wet. She pulled her hand out and looked at her fingers, a few thin strings of her juices hanging between them. She sucked them clean. Mmm, that's actually really good. The fact that she had gotten so turned on by Brain and Marc on the dance floor aroused her even more. I need to get home. Now.