The Wolf's Teeth

"The Wolf's Teeth Around My Wife's Throat."

By Lust Darkly

Part 2

"Was that my husband? On the street?" Karen wondered, out loud. The car sped past too quickly to get a good look but she could've sworn it was.

"You husband baby? Never mind your husband." said the black man on her left, turning her head so he could kiss her mouth. Karen sighed, smiling and kissing him back, licking his tongue with her own.

Shaking her head, she said, "Hmm. You're right. It couldn't have been him. Must be my guilty conscience or something, making me see things."

"You ain't got nuthin' to feel guilty about." said the second man, on her right, turning her head so he too could kiss her mouth.

The first guy slipped his hands around and under her jacket, cupping her boobs. Her eyes widened with alarm.

"The driver!" she hissed, giggling. "He'll see!"

"He ain't lookin. Are you bud?" said the third black man who was sitting up front beside the driver. Simeon was his name and he was recording them on his camera phone.

"No Sir. Absolutely not." affirmed the Driver.

"Baby. What"s with this dress? Abdul asked, kneading her breasts tenderly, encouraging her nipples, hardening to his touch. She loved their strong American accents and take-charge attitudes. Victor opened her tuxedo jacket as if he had every right to and inspected her body. Underneath Abdul's tuxedo, which he'd thrown around her when they escaped from the Cordialis Club, she was wearing a silver slut dress. The kind of garment you only ever see in porn.

"It doesn't suit you at all." Victor agreed.

It was so short that most of her ass was bare on the car seat. The front of the dress was open right down to her naval, held together by strings that criss-crossed over her chest. Her boobs kept poking through and constantly adjusting it was a downright pain in the ass.

"I know." Karen nodded, frowning. "I hate it! It's disgusting! David made me wear it. He likes this sorta thing."

"He sounds like a dumbass. You're too classy by far, for this piece of shit." said Abdul.

Suddenly, having an idea... and not caring if the driver saw or not... Karen climbed out of Abdul's huge suit jacket and yanked the dress down off her shoulders, her huge, beautiful boobs exposed for all the world to see. Simeon in front switched on the small ring light attachment on his phone - illuminating her.

"Damn girl!" Cried Victor

Grinning, Karen raised her ass and slipped the dress down her legs and over her ridiculously tall heels. Completely naked now, she threw the dress out of the window into the street.

Twenty minutes later, I walked past it.

It was me, walking the street. The loser. The garment caught my eye but at the time, I didn't recognise it. I actually thought it was some kind of neck scarf/accessory. It looked too small to be a dress.

"I'm glad someone's having a good night." I muttered miserably, continuing on my way.

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Inside the Cordialis.

"Nope. Not that one either. Fuck!" The man called Abdul cursed. "Let's try this one here." The huge man led the way through the mad throng of the Cordialis, guiding Karen by the hand who in turn, pulled Victor behind her. Her tiny hands were swamped in theirs and she felt excited at the thought of them touching her body. Abdul peeked through another curtain and immediately recoiled - his eyes comically huge. "There's a guy in there dressed as a pig! With a bottle up his ass!"

Karen giggled and tried to see but Abdul stopped her. "Don't look!" he laughed. " You'll be scarred for life! Fuck me, my eyes! Not getting that outta my head any time soon. Let's try the next one."

Velvet curtained booths and rooms of various size circled the main arena of the Cordialis Club and provided privacy for the patrons' predilections. Abdul and Victor's friend was in one of these but which one, they had no idea. Searching though, was a lot of fun. They felt like naughty children on an adventure.

"Phew!" whistled Abdul, peeking into the next. Karen caught a glimpse of a stunning woman in a gold sequined mini dress drinking champagne. A man on his knees was eating her out. She was surrounded by an entangled entourage.

Victor tried to see but Karen and Abdul snapped the curtain closed and said to each other at the same time - "That looked like Dua Lipa!" and burst out laughing. They sniggered immaturely.

"Oh, God no!" Abdul winced.

The next curtain revealed a gaggle of homosexuals in Harry Potter costumes. Hard cocks waving around like so many wands.

"I wanna see!" protested Karen, laughing as Abdul pulled their little band to the next show.

They were having a lot of fun. Both men excited to hold her hand, sneaking looks at her bare boobs poking out through her slut dress as they creeped hurriedly through the throng of revellers'. She was fucking beautiful! And her laugh... They were intoxicated by her, playing for her attention.

When I was thrown out of the club... the last thing I saw was my wife climbing on top of David Cosgrove, my Boss. The sadist fucker! James was standing off the side, observing and choosing his moment to join in. David was lying on a plush red velvet sofa, his cock at the ready, but before Karen could mount him, these two American men, Abdul and Victor, interrupted by appearing one on either side of my wife. Huge, towering black gentlemen, stern and impressive, muscular and handsome in tailored suits. On leashes, both men led a beautiful blonde teenage girl beside them, naked except for panties. As if the blondes were trained attack dogs', the men set them on David and James and then turned their attentions on Karen.

She dutifully pulled their cocks out of their trousers.

"They were the most beautiful penis's I've ever seen!" she told me afterwards. "They were so big! Even bigger than James's! They were like... literally 12 inches long! I could barely fit them into my mouth! They were as thick as my forearm!"

She set about her task perfunctorily but Abdul and Victor didn't just want blowjobs. They'd been watching her the whole night. They wanted her! Abdul took the initiative by swooping Karen up into his arms, stealing her breath away. David didn't even notice, what with the blonde teenagers tongue down his throat.

Flowing between them like a river, the party-going crowd separated the two parties, pushing the two black men out into the main dance floor. With their massive dick's still hanging out of their trousers like elephant trunks, they took turns kissing Karen's mouth. Softly. Passionately. Longingly.

"I felt like a Princess. Rescued from the tower." she told me after, blushing.

The two strangers ignited a heat in her that until now, to her surprise, had been absent. She kissed them back with more urgency. Their hands were so strong and they held her as if she weighed nothing at all. After a long, long make-out session, Abdul gave her goosebumps when he breathed in her ear, "You wanna get out of here?"

She didn't hesitate. Panting passionately, looking longingly into his deep brown eyes, she nodded. "Fuck, yes! Yes please!"

Quite literally, they stole her out from under David and James and she was never more glad. It wasn't until that moment she realised... she wasn't actually having a very good time!

"We just gotta find our cameraman first." Victor told her. "His name is Simeon. Fat fuck is off getting screwed somewhere."

"Can't wait to meet him!" Karen giggled, as they put her down. She tried to see David and James one last time but the crowd blocked her view. Victor and Abdul however towered a foot over everyone else's head but they played along when she grabbed their hands and pulled them down out of sight. "Don't let them see!" And sniggering like naughty school kids' escaping class, the three of them sneaked away at a crouch.

It took several more tries, peeking in booths, but eventually, they located their friend. "Ah! Here he is! At fucking last!" Abdul cheered, bustling Karen and Victor in through the curtain. Inside was a small room, luxurious with wide, lush leather sofas.

"Karen, May I introduce you to Simeon. Our camera man."

Karen nearly died at the sight of a nude Adonis of a man, so black he was almost purple. Despite his large belly, Karen thought he was beautiful. His arms and legs were ballooned and chunky and oh so biteable and his dick! His fucking cock! He was lying on his back, legs apart, holding his foot-long cock so that it pointed directly up like a rocket to Mars and a naked girl, kneeling on the sofa beside him, was blowing his bell-end for all she was worth, head bobbing, drool running down his terrific pole. Simeon, blatantly ignoring the "no photography rule", was filming her but he angled the phone so he could fit the newcomers into the same shot. When he saw Karen, his eyes widened.

"Fuck me." he gasped. "She's fucking beautiful! Who is this?"

Nodding, in complete agreement, Abdul presented Karen like she was a prize slave at a Roman market. He stood behind her, cupping her breasts and giving them a little jiggle, his thumbs rubbing over her nipples. Karen blushed and curtsied politely. Her eyes straying to the cock. It was the largest she'd ever seen. James's cock is a fucking monster - a perfect porn-cock but this... this was another league! The girl winked at Karen and motioned her over to join in.

Karen stood between Simeon's legs, enjoying the way he devoured her with his eyes. Slowly, she bent at the waist and kissed his wet, gleaming tip. Once. Twice. Three times.

"Look at that ass." Abdul whistled, exchanging looks with Victor. Abdul hurried to his knees, stroking and kissing Karen's wide, perfect behind. She wasn't wearing panties. The fabric of her slut dress rode up naturally and she parted her legs for them. His huge fingers slid gently through her wet folds, his tongue finding her clit, lapping nimbly. She gasped, open-mouthed. Simeon's cock found her and she closed her lips around the tip, French kissing and teasing his slit with her tongue. She forced her mouth around his swollen head when Abdul inserted his huge index finger inside her, hooking it expertly, finding her G-spot. She nearly came right there and then.

"Oh fuuuuuuuck." Simeon groaned, thrusting the phone to Victor, who took over camera duties. Poor guy didn't know what end to point the camera at - Karen sucking cock or Abdul eating her sumptuous pink pussy - so he stood back and tried to capture everything.

Simeon stroked Karen's long, beautiful hair, her face. Her eyes held his as she pleasured him and his heart pounded so fucking fast he thought it would explode out his chest. She was the most beautiful fucking girl he'd ever seen! And here she was... sucking his dick! How had this happened? Had he wished on a magic fucking lamp? He didn't think so.

"Breathe! Goddammit!" he suddenly said to himself, gulping in air. He'd forgotten how! Karen smiled, or tried to, stroking his round tight belly, her other hand stroking his ball-sack.

Victor leaned down so he could capture Abdul stroking, jiggling and kissing my wife's ass. Her pussy was wet like it was oiled. He sucked her juice off his fingers. He parted her buttocks wide and spat on her pink asshole, circling it with his finger tip, teasing her. Victor passed the phone back to Simeon so he could see her face and at that, Karen released his cock with a pop and smiled. "Hi Simeon. I'm Karen. I'm very pleased to meet you."

Simeon burst out laughing! The situation was too absurd! He fell in love with her right there and then. All three of them did.

"Dudes. We gotta go. Yo boys' out there are finished." Victor warned. He was peeking through the curtains. Across the nightclub, James and David, having finished with the two blonde girls, were searching the crowd like two lost meerkats. Looking for Karen.

"Do you wanna stay, baby?" Abdul asked Karen, throwing jacket, shirt and shoes to Simeon who, not really understanding what was going on, was scabbling into his trousers.

"Hell, no!" Karen muttered. "I'd like to stay with you... if it's okay."

"Fine by us, Baby! You kiddin'?" The three men nodded vigorously. "We're honoured! C'mon. Let's get outta here."

Karen asked the girl if she'd like to join them but she declined.

"Help! My fucking dick wont go into my pants!" Simeon complained, fastening his trousers and slipping on his shoes. His mammoth cock stood out like a strap on phallus. Karen couldn't resist. As Abdul led her by her other hand she grabbed hold of it and dragged Simeon behind them, laughing.

"Hey!" Don't pull my dick off!" Simeon laughed, hurrying.

"Come on." Abdul said. "Follow me! We'll sneak out this way."

Victor grabbed a full bottle of champagne out of an ice bucket and ordered a topless concierge to fetch the car. She relayed the order through her headset.

Crouching still, like four commandos', they bustled this way and that, undetected through the party goers. Karen didn't have to crouch because she's so short in height but the men were practically doubled over. Mission successful, they barged through the exit into the long corridor with the bowler-hat topless waitress and ran laughing, holding hands. Karen's boobs were bouncing wildly, and Victor, up front, captured the moment on film. They ran all the way to the front door, giving not a fuck for the startled glances from new comers and bouncers.

When they reached the front door, Karen cried out, "Wait, wait, wait!" putting on the brakes hard. She tottered slightly in her heels but they steadied her, regarding her inquisitively. "I cant go out like this!" she exclaimed! Her breasts were completely exposed, not to mention, she was still holding Simeon's dick.

"Good point." laughed Abdul. "Here. Put this on."

He whipped off his tuxedo jacket and threw it around her shoulders, kneeling down and fastening the button for her while she waited. It was massive on her of course and only just covered her ass but it looked good! The chest area offered a lot of exposure of course but when she turned up the lapels and held them closed, she looked perfectly decent. It was more modest than cocktail dresses actually and looked as sexy on her as a man's white shirt on a Sunday morning.

The car and was waiting for them at the top of the alley. Karen held Abdul and Victor's hands as they ran and the driver was treated to a fine view of bouncing cleavage.

"Eyes front, Driver." Simeon ordered, bustling into the front.

"Yes Sir!" The driver snapped a nod, smiling ever so slightly. "Understood. At your service, Sir."

Fitting a small ring light attachment to his camera phone, Simeon said, "Take us to the Baglioni Hotel. But take the long way 'round. Go by Big Ben and all that shit."

"Yes, Sir."

"Are we going to your hotel?" Karen inquired, sandwiched between the two massive men. Abdul lifted her chin and kissed her openly, their tongues meeting. Victor leaned in close and she turned to share her mouth with him. "Can we stop and get chips on the way?"

"Chips?" Laughed Abdul. "What are chips? French fries? Sure, yeah!"

"Take-out! Good idea! I'm starving!" agreed Victor.

Victor took a swig of champagne and offered the bottle up to Karen's mouth. She took a swig gratefully but the motion of the car turning made her splutter and it frothed all down her chest. Spluttering and choking, and laughing too, she pulled the jacket open and raised her chest so they could lick the alcohol from her soaked boobs. Victor couldn't resist and poured champagne onto her breasts, each of them taking a nipple in their mouths, licking hungrily.

"Vic, you ever seen such fine titties on a bitch?" Abdul asked.

"Fuck, no!" Victor moaned, circling Karen's hard nipple with his tongue, flicking and gently biting, "God! I wanna eat her right up! Mos' beautiful girl I ever did see!"

Simeon saw the Driver watching in the mirror and was about to turn the mirror but he changed his mind and instead gave him a wink that conveyed a silent condition - "Do not crash this car!" The driver understood.

It was at this point that Victor and Abdul made comment about the slut dress and Karen, much to everyone's astonishment and delight, climbed out of Abdul's huge tuxedo so she could rid herself of the demeaning article. Throwing it out into the night, she raised her arms over her head and howled like a defiant little wolf cub, stretching her nude body in the exposing white light of the camera, the warm wind whipping her hair - she felt free!

Offering her body for them to explore, she climbed back into the tuxedo, groaning blissfully as they shared her breasts, kissing, sucking, licking her neck and sharing her mouth. When their huge, strong hands strayed between her legs and she rose to meet them, demanding and hungry. And all through this they also chatted, getting to know each other. It was incredibly erotic, talking while making love, forming an intimate connection. They asked her many questions about the man she'd been with in the Cordialis - David Cosgrove - about her secret affair. About me. About James. They enjoyed listening to her talk.

When Abdul suggested that, when they first saw her, he thought she looked a little sad...Karen didn't disagree. She became thoughtful and the men stopped and waited, holding her supportively. A long moment passed before she spoke again. "He... likes to be cruel. He enjoys hurting me a little too much sometimes."

The men exchanged glances.

"Please... Please keep touching me." she begged, pulling their hands to her body.

"Why'dyou put up with it, baby?" Victor asked.

She couldn't find the answer so Abdul answered for her. " He makes you feel alive. Doesn't he?"

Karen nodded miserably.

Abdul lifted her chin and looked deep into her eyes. "Tonight, baby, you got us. You wanna feel alive? We'll make you feel alive. You don' need no shrivel dick white boy. He's too old for you anyhow. Git on up here."

Making her suddenly squeal with delight, he lifted her easily onto his lap with her legs apart on either side of him. Visible now, to the whole City of London, he opened her jacket and cupped her gorgeous tits as she arched her back, gasping with excitement of it all, eyes closed, blissfully lost almost in an hypnotic trance.

The blare of a taxi horn beside them - Toot-te-too-toot! snapped her back to reality with a jolt. A fat London cabbie was leering down at her with a great grin on his fat face. They were stopped at the lights.

"Fuck!" she flinched, horrified, clasping the tuxedo shut.

The lights turned green and the cabbie doffed his flat cap as he zoomed off in another direction.

Karen was mortified. Cringing and laughing at the same time. Victor and Abdul were pissing themselves laughing.

"I don't care!" She decided, ordering the driver. "Turn the music on. Loud!"

The hot summer wind blasted in. Why the fuck not. In full-on exhibitionist mode, Karen discarded the jacket completely and sprawled across their laps, arching and writhing and dancing to Chappell Roan's "Good Luck, Babe!", stretching erotically to please them. She looked like a glamour model in a nude beach calendar. She even stuck her stilettoed feet out the window, attracting attention.

"Dont you stop this fucking car, bro!" Simeon warned the Driver who nodded vigorously. "Bitch. You crazy!" he grinned at Karen, concentrating on capturing every best angle.

There were a few "double-takes" from other drivers' as they passed at speed but no one got a really good look. Well... not until they stopped at a set of traffic lights, that is. An SUV filled with teenage boys and girls' stopped beside them. Guaranteed - a moment they'll never forget. They literally screamed to see the fully naked woman stretched across the laps of the two smug, black hunks. When their phones flashed out, Victor cooly leaned over Karen, French kissing her mouth, obscuring her identity. Karen curved her back, cupping her boobs with her hands. Abdul gave the teens a little wink as they sped off. The teens probably would have pursued if the young guy driving hadn't stalled the car. His mates could be heard admonishing him long into the distance.