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 6
What David saw inside was raw, unfiltered human lust. If he was anybody else looking in, he would have been sure that Jane was the victim of a devastatingly unrestrained attack. From behind and beneath her, Lance was hunching almost savagely upward, driving his thick truncheon up into the stretched ass of the white wife.Standing between her legs, leaning into her, Thomas was pounding away at her ravished pussy with his ebony rod. Poor Jane, the cream filling in a lewd Oreo sandwich, was being bounced and jostled between the two men as both of them, their orgasms approaching, abandoned any sense of shared rhythm and went for broker. Their frenetic rampage in her holes were wreaking havoc on her senses, and she babbled and cried out and groaned as their abuse wrenched praise, pleas and passion from her lips.
"Shit...Oh, FUCK! You're...oh,GOD! You're...you're killing me! Oh, fuck! I can't stop...can't stop...cumming, OH! OH! OH! Oh, YES! Fuck me! Fuck my white holes!" Cum in me! Please, cum in me! CUM IN ME!"
Lance's head was hidden behind Jane's shoulders. Thomas was facing her, looking down, down between her massive, sweaty tits as they bobbed and bounced wildly, down to where his big cock was pounding in and out of this white wife's pussy. Each outward pull pulled at her clutching pussy, which was reluctant to let go of him. The sight, coupled with the sounds of lust coming from her lips almost directly into his ears, held his attention fast.
And so it was that only Jane, looking over the captain's broad, dark chocolate shoulder, caught sight of her husband's face as he peered through the small window of the cabin. At first, she just held his gaze, her face a glaze of passion and exertion, dark eyes half closed as her bulls had their way with her, fore and aft.
As their eyes locked onto each other from 7 or 8 feet away, she opened them more. There was something that flared up in them, something that took a moment for David to understand. At first, he thought she was upset, perhaps because he had invaded the privacy of her primal rutting with these superior males. Even if she was, David was powerless to leave, to retreat from the mesmerizing raw human debauchery before him.
But then David saw something else in her, and this...this reached across the seeming gulf between them. He saw it in her eyes, the way they set in a determined, defiant glare. He saw it in the way her hands came up and clutched Thomas's shoulders and began fucking BACK at him, driving her pussy against his thrusts, and the way she began to rock her hips back violently into Lance's sodomy. Then he heard it in the way she went from mindless, broken-willed begging to become demanding, taunting even.
"Come on! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Give it to me harder! Come on! Give me more!" Her resurgence of energy and her defiance of their previously uncontested dominance took all three of the men by surprise. Pride welled up in David at his wife, this Goddess of Lust who called HIM husband, love, soulmate.
As her husband looked on, Jane's vigor and spirited banter vanquished the two bulls' resolve. WIthin a minute, their pumping grew frantic and wild, and their voices bellowed as first Lance below her and then Thomas, trapped within her clutching thighs succumbed to the pleasures of her body and gave a few jerky, abrupt thrusts as they bathed her holes in their black seed. Thoroughly spent, Thomas stumbled back, withdrawing first from her. As soon as his dark cock was removed, cum flooded out of her, running down onto the cushion beneath her and his brother. Thomas settled into a seat behind him, appearing a bit worse for the wear. David looked back to his wife, and was treated to the sight of her red, distended pussy.
Groaning from the ache in her muscles and the soreness in her womanhood, Jane lifted herself off of Lance. She grimaced as his big cock, softening, slipped out of her ravaged bottom. This time, it took a moment before her ravisher's remnant began to ooze from her, but when it did, it dripped back onto him. The exhausted Jamaican was far too exhausted and satiated to complain or even move to clean it up.
Looking at first one of her bulls then the other, Jane felt a sense of accomplishment. She'd taken all these two virile studs could give her, and she'd worn them out! She began to smile as she turned towards the window, but her husband's face was not there. Satisfied that the two men here were down for the count, she moved towards the door, unlocked it, and emerged from the cabin into the dark night.
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David sat at the back of the boat, looking out over the night sky. It was a beautiful, clear night, and there were more stars visible in the sky than he had ever seen back home. As he watched, a meteorite streaked across the sky so quickly he wondered if he had actually seen it or not.
His mind and his heart were nowhere near the serenity of the setting, however. A jumble of emotions raged within him like a hurricane. He was no stranger to the inner turmoil associated with having a hotwife, having shared quite a number of these experiences with the woman he loved. It came with the territory.
But what David had witnessed as he peeked into that portal tonight...it shook him. This was the most raw, unbridled sexual free-for-all he had ever witnessed. No porn he had ever viewed could match the intensity of it. Lance, Thomas and Jane had been intensely and even savagely wresting pleasure from each other. What was eating at David was that he could never give Jane what she had been getting in there. He wasn't even allowed in there; obviously, his wife knew he was not suited for this kind of raw fucking. How could he ever compete with the intensity she had just experienced? What could he offer her that-
His mental torture was suddenly interrupted.
"Hey..." Jane could tell he was lost in thought; she hadn't even tried to sneak up on him, but he obviously didn't realize she was there until she was standing next to him.
