Author's Note: Author's Note: Inspired by a fellow Litster and her husband. I have begun moving all of these chapters into Interracial instead of Loving Wives, but I still want to prepare you. 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. I hope you enjoy!
Jane: All Aboard 5
Jane caught what was going on, but said nothing. Part of dealing with men with men with these larger-than-life cocks was the reality that most of them had more than their fair share of ego to go with it. She knew that, inside of them, there was always a desire to "one-up" the husband, to show just a bit of mastery over him, and the most depraved way they could do it was to "take" what he held most dear: his woman. All four of the people on the boat knew what the "pecker pecking order" (Jane had actually coined that term during a conversation on the topic with David one day) was on the boat, and they all knew that, in spite of the fact that he was more than adequately endowed by normal standards, he was a distant third.
Depriving David or any husband of the opportunity to watch the wife was a common move by her bulls, and the first few times it happened, it had caused some tension for the couple. Jane had to explain that what went on in these trysts had absolutely nothing to do with her respect for or lust for her husband. It was just a thing, a cost of doing all of this.
Of course, Jane knew the rest of the story, as it were. When these virile, hung men got her alone, that was when they put forth their best efforts. The idea of pleasuring her, of drawing out from her lips the loudest moans, the highest cries, the pleading, the calling of their names; all of this goaded them like spurs on the sides of a stallion.
She'd learned not to hold back, as she did the first couple of times, trying to save her husband at least a shred of pride. As she and her loving husband got more experienced, she learned that the best thing she could do for herself, for her husband, and for her lovers was to let these big-cocked bastards have access to the full depths and breadths of her passion. So when Thomas closed and audibly locked the door, excluding her husband, her already used pussy twitched, and her clit felt a new spark of life.
"That looks delicious," said Thomas, stepping toward her. His brother's arm was around her midsection, cupping one of her big titties, the one he'd sucked the mango juice from. Thomas reached to the tray, picking up another slice of chilled mango. He brought it to the nipple of the breast his brother lifted up towards him. The captain ran the cold, wet fruit around her aureola, drawing slow, shrinking circles until it was swirling around the extended tip. When it was sufficiently wet with the juice, he lowered his mouth to her tit, licking and sucking the juice in the same pattern in which he had anointed her.
The brothers heard her draw in her breath as Thomas suckled firmly at the perfect nipple. They smiled at this, and it encouraged the younger brother, who began to trace a path down her belly, swirling it around her navel, then down further, until it traced along the sides of her pussy. He knelt before her, and from behind, Lance held open her legs as if he was spreading a feast before his brother.
Thomas placed a hand on the inside of either thigh, and continued to trace where he'd run the yellow fruit, gathering the sweetness on his tongue. Soon enough, he was cleaning either side of her pussy, which began to mutely twitch open, a silent plea for him to delve deeply into her treasures. Not too soon, he ran his tongue up her slit, from just below her engorged clit down, down, to swirl it just inside her opening, then back up. He gave a long swipe of his tongue over her clit, and was immediately rewarded for his efforts.
"Oh, god!" Jane cried out. "That's SO good! Please, keep doing that!" she pleaded. They all knew she was loud enough to be heard through the closed cabin door. Thomas obliged,, and began to treat the squirming white wife to a world-class tongue lashing of her pussy.
"Oh, yes! Yes! Oh, that's amazing! Keep doing that to me! Please!" Jane begged. This wasn't just for David's benefit; Thomas was amazing with his tongue, and he had her tumbling over the edge into orgasm within just a couple of minutes. There were times that he might just to edge a woman over and over, until her reserve might finally break and she would beg for relief. There was no reserve with Jane; she was as hot in pursuit of pleasure as any man, and she had no compunctions about voicing her desire. Thomas proceeded to eat her relentlessly.
"FUCK! FUCK! CUMMING...AGAIN!! ARRGGGHHHHHHH!!" Jane was screaming, her body spasming over and over as she reached impossible heights only to be taken higher. From behind her, Lance was tweaking her nipples hard, rolling them back and forth, squeezing a little harder as she hit her obvious orgasms. Her ass was gyrating and twisting on his bare cock, and it was responding to the stimulation.
