Visiting My Anal In-Laws #2 - Hime Marie, Jane Wilde & Seth Gamble

Jane showed up alone. Husband missed his flight, stuck at the airport, dead phone or no signal. She’d have to grin through the next day’s funeral without him. The first night she killed time in the kitchen, picking at snacks nobody wanted. Hime wandered in, casual as daylight, and dropped it: two hours a day, that was Seth’s new cardio. Sex. Morning session done. Round two coming up. Anal tonight. If Jane got bored she could watch; Seth liked an audience, always got harder when somebody stared. “Be right back,” Hime smiled, disappearing down the hall. Jane stood still for two seconds, then followed. Bedroom door open, lights low, Hime already naked on her elbows, Seth behind her slicking himself up. No small talk. He drove straight in, slow then brutal, the smack of skin echoing off the walls. Jane sat on the armchair by the dresser, knees tight, breath short. Every thrust shoved a wet sound out of Hime; every slap of Seth’s hips tightened the knot low in Jane’s stomach. Sweat, perfume, lube, hot skin. She pressed her palm between her legs and didn’t care if they noticed. They did. Seth locked eyes with her, grinned like he’d caught prey, then kept pounding. Fifteen minutes in Jane’s fingers were soaked and her panties clung. She pushed them aside, spread wider, matching his rhythm in tiny jerks. Hime moaned, looked back over her shoulder. “She’s ready.” Jane didn’t wait for an invitation. Shirt off, skirt hiked, she crawled onto the bed on all fours right next to Hime. Seth didn’t miss a beat. He eased out, dragged his cock across Jane’s ass, pressed the head to her tight hole, and started the slow push. One inch. Two. The burn climbed her spine and melted into heat the second he bottomed out. Full, stretched, throbbing around him. He pulled back and slammed, the force jolting her forward into Hime’s mouth. They kissed, sloppy, teeth clicking. Seth’s hand locked around Jane’s hip, driving deeper, harder, minutes turning to hours if he wanted. Jane clawed the sheets, took every inch, let the wet slap of skin swallow every thought. Tomorrow could wait.