Author's Note: Inspired by a fellow Litster and her husband. I know putting this is in the Loving Wives category will stir up all some of you to express your anger. If that's you, I encourage you to exercise your freedom to SCROLL ON PAST. Like it or not, this IS where these stories go. This is how it has been for YEARS. The good news is, you CAN opt not to read these if they upset you. Not your cup of tea? Don't drink it. I encourage you to think about WHY you come back time after time if you hate it.
BUT: If you're okay with a Loving Wife who likes well-endowed black lovers, and a Loving Husband who WANTS to see his wife, the love of his life, enjoying phenomenal sexual experiences, knowing it doesn't undermine their LOVING relationship, then I hope you enjoy it! This is a six-part series, and it really just makes sense to read them all in that order. Contains Interracial and HotWife elements
Jane: All Aboard 2
David realized she was still waiting for his answer, but still he held back. He loved to tease her; it was true. She was like a kid trying to guess their Christmas presents anytime she thought he was going to surprise her. That was one reason why planning this trip - ALL of this trip - was so tough. Now he wanted to draw it out, to get his money's worth as it were out of his planning. But there was another, more practical reason why he was withholding plans. As he tried to think of how to draw out the suspense (and delay for the right timing effect), he was relieved when he saw what he had been waiting for.
"Well, I'd like to tell you, but I'm afraid you're just going to have to wait," he told her as he flagged down the waiter for their check. "But I will tell you this, I think this will be the highlight of the trip for you."
Jane's eyes lit up; David's ploy was working. "Are you sure..." she teased, as she began to toy slyly with the two sides of her dress that were already struggling to contain those beautiful big tits, "...that I can't...entice you..." she flashed her left nipple at him, holding the dress away from it for two...three...four seconds "to tell me what it is?" She only just covered back up as the waiter approached. He had actually seen the display, but had the good sense of decorum not to let on. Besides, the man and wife were intently engrossed in each other. He left the bill and scurried away, not smiling until he was facing away.
David was easy prey for his wife's charms, even after having seen her completely naked over a thousand times. Only barely did he manage to regain his bearing, and that only on the strength of his own anticipation of the night's plans.
"No, my dear, and trust me, that IS a gorgeous nipple, one I look forward to tending to at some point tonight. But that will come. After other things come," he added with a raised eyebrow. "Come on, we've got to move on or we'll be late."
"Late for what?" asked Jane, but by then, he had risen, taken her hand and helped her to her feet, and begun to walk away from the table...towards the end of the dock.
Jane was pretty sure the big sailboat had not been there when they sat down at the restaurant, and as they walked towards it, she saw a tall, incredibly fit black man moving about on the boat, making sure it was properly tied off and secured. She felt a spark in her loins at the sight, but told her eager little pussy to hush. Her husband had obviously gone to a lot of work to arrange something romantic, and she needed to be focused on him, not this incredible specimen of a black god/man, wearing only baggy shorts, a white T-shirt that amplified his dark skin, and well-worn sneakers, with muscles bulging all over, and-
"STOP!" she yelled at herself almost audibly. She forced herself to look over the sailboat. She didn't know much about boats, and even less about sailboats, but it was beautiful. The outside of the hull and the top of the cabin were white, but the deck and the trim was beautiful teak wood, and it had been well cared for. She saw no other crew, and wondered if this magnificent man operated it by himself.
As they approached, David spoke to the man. "Permission to come aboard, captain?" The captain smiled broadly, and Jane saw his teeth were very white. The captain waved them aboard and helped them step over from the dock onto the deck.
"Welcome aboard, lady and gentleman. I am Captain Thomas. Why don't you have a seat back here," he said, gesturing towards a padded seat at the stern, "and we'll cast off in just a few minutes." David and Jane followed the captain, David sitting first and then Jane sitting down and laying back against him. The sailboat's motor started, and Thomas began to guide the boat out of the channel, following markers as they turned a couple of times before heading out to sea.
Once the boat cleared the last channel marker, the captain began to raise the sails and prepare to switch over to harness the power of the wind. As he cut the motor off, he turned to the couple with a wide smile.
Addressing David, he asked, "Does the lady know the rule of the sea about when the sails go up?" he asked with a big grin.
David's face took on a look as if he had indeed forgotten to mention to her some important maritime law. "No, not yet. I forgot to tell her about it." Turning to Jane with as serious look on his face, he said, "Jane, honey, apparently there's a rule in Bahamian maritime law that on a sailboat, once the sails go up, the women's tops must go down. Sorry, it's a law, though," he said with a shrug of his shoulders.
For just a moment, she thought he was serious, but then she could see that smile trying to pull up at the corners of his mouth. "You! You almost had me going!" David and Thomas both laughed at that.
Thomas offered an explanation. "Miss Jane, it may not be a Bahamian law, but it IS a Bahamian custom, and you are welcome to indulge it if you'd like. I don't think you'll have any complaints," he grinned, unabashedly eyeing her generous cleavage.
What Thomas could not have known - and she didn't think David did either - was that apart from her dress, the only article of clothing she had on was a very skimpy black thong. Jane had intended on seducing her husband after dinner, perhaps even under the pier on which the restaurant sat. So dropping her top meant that in effect she had to strip down to just that little thong, the sandals, and the strand of pearls she wore, an anniversary gift David had given her as they waited to board the plane.
Jane pondered the decision for a long, long five seconds. Then, smiling at her husband, she stood, balancing as the motion of the boat rocked her, and dropped the dress off of first one shoulder, then the other. It slid only a little bit down, held up by her magnificent breasts, until she, with a seductive flip of her fingers, pushed it over the big melons. It fell to the deck, and she stepped out of it. Turning to Thomas, she handed him the dress.
"Captain Thomas, do you have someplace you can store this, so it doesn't get wet? I MAY need it again at some point," she added with a teasing tone.
