Jane - All Aboard Ch. 04

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 4

Jane barely had time to complete that thought before the lusty reality of the situation presented itself in the form of Lance appearing next to them. As Thomas retreated to recover his strength and take care of a few things on the boat, Lance, his cock having regained life and most of its rigidity. He smiled down at the couple, shaking his head but in wonder at them. He didn’t speak, just reached down, lifted Jane and turned her over. He pulled her hips up so that her ass was in the air while her face rested on her husband’s leg.
Lance had the advantage of having had Jane before, and he knew her voracious appetite. As big as his brother’s tool was and as surely as the fucking he just gave Jane would have depleted the desires of most women, Lance knew that Jane was just getting started. She’d had a few minutes of peace in her husband’s arms, but she was a sexual goddess, and her appetite was surely just getting whetted. Lance pulled her beautiful full ass back towards him with his left hand as his right hand positioned his cockhead against her swollen pussy lips.
Jane took a big breath in as Lance pushed, focused on the overwhelming power of his entrance. His horse-cocked brother may have already had his way with her just a few minutes before, but taking big cocks never failed to fill her senses and her mind. As he pushed insider her, slowly but steadily, she let the breath out with a long moan, lifting her head from her husband’s thigh and voicing her passion to the universe.
As she raised up, Lance reached forward, and with both hands grasped her shoulders. He pulled back on her, and while her back arched some her pussy took most of the force, accepting her lover’s big cock balls deep in her hot core. She felt him bottom out, his cockhead bumping hard against her cervix.
“AHHHHHH!” Jane cried out, a mixture of pain and pleasure flowing from the pit of her being. “Oh, God, I love your big cock, baby,” she said, looking back over her shoulder at her lover. “I love that big fucking cock!” she repeated. “Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck my little white married pussy!” She turned her head back to the front,
Always a gentleman, Lance proceeded to do exactly as the lady asked. He pulled his big cock back slowly, until only the big head remained just inside her clasping, greedy pussy. He paused a moment, a moment…then his patience was rewarded when the horny hotwife grunted and pushed her pussy back onto his waiting shaft, sheathing it half way before she stalled. He grinned to himself and then pushed the rest of the way in, feeling his cock bottom out again in her. Then he began to fuck her, slowly at first but relentlessly building his pace.
In front of her, David was indulging in one of his favorite proclivities during these extramarital fuckfests. Jane had the most fabulous breasts David had ever seen, even counting the silicone-breasted pornstars of the internet. Way more than handfuls, they drew attention from both men and women wherever they went. Her nipples were perfect, round and almost perpetually at least half perked up. David had helped pick much of her wardrobe, and most of it was meant to make the most of her bounteous bust in any setting.
But David would argue that never were her tits more alluring, more sexy than when they were swaying beneath her as a man, especially the well-hung, virile black men she preferred, were fucking her from behind. Whether they were plowing her ever-hungry pussy or sodomizing her sexy, curvy ass, once they had a good rhythm going, there was nothing Jane could - or wanted to - do to keep those magnificent orbs from swaying and swinging to the beat. As Lance’s rhythm picked up, David’s attention went to the visual treat. Jane, even as caught up as she was in Lance’s deep-dicking of her pussy, noticed her husband’s gaze. She might have laughed if she wasn’t caught up in getting fucked.
“You like…that…don’tcha… baby?” she asked her husband breathlessly. “You…love…watching…my…big tits…Oh, God, so…deep…you like…watching…my titties…bouncing around…don’t you?”
David couldn’t help but smile. He looked up from her beautiful swinging breasts, now bouncing this way and that as her big stud fucked her hard. “You know I do, baby. You’re so fucking sexy, getting fucked like that, your big fucking titties swinging and bouncing. You love being a slut, don’t you?” he teased her. He reached his hand down, holding one of those big funbags. He quickly found her nipple; it was so hard it was impossible to miss. He squeezed it. "You just love being a black cock slut, don’t you?”
“You…fucking…know it…baby!” she responded. Jane loved the fucking she got from her big black studs, but what really made it all so phenomenal was the support and understanding she got from David. The trust they had also gave him the freedom to push her even further, and these accusations just helped egg her on. It was as if she had a nuclear reactor powering her sex drive. As Lance, the edge of his passion taken off earlier, seemed to be ready to fuck her through the night, Jane knew she wanted…more. With Thomas busy, she turned to her husband to supply it.
Jane reached down and grasped her husband’s hard cock. She (and he) had been completely ignoring his cock, putting all of her energy into the two big black cocks on the boat. She didn’t think of these trysts as cuckolding David, per se; it was more a matter of prioritizing the bigger cocks of her lovers for a while. David normally was fine with waiting until she wore her lovers out, then reasserting his claim on his wanton wife. But tonight, even with all this big black cock around, she needed him now.
Jane pumped his familiar cock with her hand as she looked at him in the darkness. Her eyes were shining and her husband’s were wide, watching the lusty spectacle before him. He was taken by surprise when she took his cock and began to pump it in time with Lance’s thrusts into her wet womanhood. Satisfied that her husband’s cock was fully hard, she bent down, taking him in her mouth and throat with one motion. She soon had a steady motion down, letting Lance’s hard thrusts push her throat down over her husband’s cock to the root, then back off as Lance retreated. Lance was pounding her hard now, feeling that familiar tightening of his balls rise towards orgasm, so his thrusts were hard, almost brutal. Her throat and lips made loud, lewd wet sounds as her husband, whose cock was still formidable, if not a big black cock like Lance’s, bottomed out against her bruised lips over and over.
David, as only a spectator to everybody else’s orgasms so far this night, was not going to last long; that was an inevitable reality. His lust fully inflamed by all that he had seen, heard, smelled and tasted tonight, he was only a few minutes into his wife’s avid sucking before he knew the end was near. Emboldened by his wife’s slutty behavior, he took her head in his hands and began to fuck her face. Knowing her lewd slurps and gagging were in no way an indication that she wanted him to stop, he went for broke. He had briefly thought about trying to hold out, to cum when Lance did, or at least to match one of Jane’s frequent orgasms, but he quickly gave up n that idea, his resolve melting in her hot mouth and throat.
Just a few moments later, David succumbed to his wife’s talents. With a roar, he plunged deep into her throat, his whole body spasming as he shot over and over. She gagged at the first volley, but she was a skilled cocksucker,and she quickly pulled back just enough to be able to keep his cum in her mouth. His load wasn’t as big as most of her bulls’ first loads, but it was still more than a mouthful, and some dribbled out of her mouth and down her chin. When her husband finally withdrew his cock, his wife, her pussy still being pounded from behind, opened her mouth. Even in the darkness, he could see her mouth was full of his seed. She closed her mouth, swallowed, then smiled at him.
“Come here, baby,” she said to him. Her voice was rising now, as if Lance were pumping the words out of her mouth with his cock.
David leaned in to her. He knew well what she was going to do; she frequently did this to him when she had just sucked off one of her bulls in front of him. This time, though, it was his own seed flavoring her mouth. She kissed him deeply, pushing his seed into his mouth. He couldn’t help but notice it was different from Lance’s. Not better, not worse, just different.
“Kiss me, baby,” she said, as if they weren’t already exchanging fluids. “Kiss me while he fucks me with his bigger, fatter, longer black cock! He’s fucking me like a slut, baby! He’s fucking me SO GOOD!” She was practically shouting, making sure Lance could hear her words. He deserved the extra rush of her accolades for his cock, for all the good fucking he was giving her. Her words turned all three of them on; all four, actually, as Thomas had returned and was watching the proceedings. Jane knew the power of her words. She had learned long ago that the right words at the right time could push men to their absolute best performance, and that in turn rewarded her with more pleasure.
“That’s it, you big black cocked stud! Fuck me! Fuck my white, married pussy! Fuck it deep! Fuck me!” Jane was shouting at this time. WIth no reason whatsoever to hold back, she was letting her inner slut have full rein of her tongue and her body, and it worked well. Lance hammered harder and harder, battering her wet cunt, and she knew it wouldn’t be long. She’d had one rolling orgasm after another, as if she were riding an endless cum roller coaster. She was ready for him to cum now, though.
Lance finally reached his peak, slamming into Jane’s plump ass cheeks over and over, a wet slapping sound reporting each deep stroke.
“FUCK! Take it, you little slut! Take that cock! FUUUCKKK!” WIth a series of grunts, Lance pumped his cum over and over into her, hard, deep strokes pushing it even further into her depths, bathing the mouth of her womb with his Jamaican seed. Depleted, he held himself deep inside her, feeling her pussy grip and manipulate his big shaft, working the last few drops of cum from him. Lance stayed buried until his cock went soft. Even soft, it was thick, and it took her gently rocking forward for it to finally come out of her with a wet sounding “Plop.”
Just a few feet away, Thomas applauded.
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“Damn, woman!” the captain laughed. “You gon’ wear yourself out already! We got you all night, and-” he caught sight of David, still seated behind his wife, as the husband gave him the universal sign to hush.
“...and you need to pace yourself,” he said. Jane caught there was something he almost said but didn’t, and she had to stop herself from digging for whatever it was. Whatever was ahead, she didn’t care, as long as it meant this wonderful adventure continued.
Thomas continued. “So, why don’t we take a break and feed ourselves. I got it all set up in the galley. David, mon, you mind standin’ watch out here? Should be quiet, but we always got to have eyes out, you know?”
David could read the rest of the story in Thomas’s face even in the moonlight and the dim rail lights. He knew the score: The two men wanted to have his lusty wife alone in the cabin, and the food made for a good excuse. It gave him a mixed but familiar set of emotions: Jealousy, anxiety, an unreasonable fear and, of course, lustful anticipation. He was no stranger to this heady mixture, as he encountered it any time Jane was with a lover or lovers out of his sight. The couple had discussed this many times, and with persistent support and affirmation of her love from his wife, he had come to terms with it. It didn’t mean it ever failed to make his heart beat a little faster and his cock twitch and swell. Nonetheless, he nodded at Thomas and, detaching his cuffs, which were only velcro, he rose, still nude, and went to stand by the cockpit.
Lance stepped down into the cabin, turned and helped Jane down after him. David could see food laid out; premade sandwiches, fruit, cheese and crackers. Just a quick bit of energy, David thought, to fuel them up for more lascivious activities. Nobody had put any clothes back on, of course, and now he watched Jane sit naked on Lance’s lap, and the jealousy surged as he watched the big man feed her a piece of mango. Juice dripped down her chin and fell onto her big tanned right tit. Lance didn’t hesitate to bow his head down slightly and lick it off.
Well, at least I get to watch, David thought, but that was a short-lived hope. His view was suddenly blocked by the captain’s smiling face. “We gon’ shut this door for a bit; cool draft coming down, you know…” he told the husband of the boat’s slut. Then he shut the cabin door, blocking David’s view of his wife and her lovers.