Chapter 315: Her Husband is just Right Below Us

The luxury cruise ship cut smoothly through the sparkling blue sea, the water rippling and shimmering under the bright afternoon sun. Inside one of the private cabins, the atmosphere was completely different — hot, breathless, and secret.

I had Lyra on all fours on the bed, fucking her hard from behind. The sound of our bodies slapping together mixed with her soft moans and the gentle creaking of the bed.

"Ahh... Austin... your dick feels so good..." Lyra moaned, clutching the bedsheets tightly in her fists. Her back arched as I thrust deep into her.

"Obviously you will love it," I said, smirking. I brought my hand down and slapped her ass with a sharp smack. "You are my bitch now!"

"Ow! Fucker!" she yelped, but right after she giggled, the sting turning into pleasure. "Hehe..."

I kept pumping into her, enjoying how wet and tight she felt. After a few more deep thrusts, I pulled my dick out slowly.

"Come on," I said, breathing hard. "Let’s see what’s happening outside."

I helped her up and guided her to the large window of the cabin. I pressed her front against the cool glass, her palms flat on the window. From this position, we had a perfect view of the ship’s deck outside — people laughing and splashing in the swimming pool, couples dancing near the open-air club area, and businessmen in suits having private meetings at the lounge tables. None of them had any idea what was happening just a few meters away behind the tinted glass.

"Ahmm... what if someone sees us?" Lyra asked. She turned her head slightly, giving me a teasing smile while her face blushed bright red.

"You mean more thrilling?" I replied with a smirk.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her ass back toward me. My hard dick rubbed up and down along her wet pussy lips, teasing her entrance.

Lyra let out a soft, needy moan and pushed her ass back even more.

I lined myself up and slid my cock back inside her in one smooth thrust. She gasped as I filled her again, her palms pressing harder against the window.

Outside, people continued enjoying their day, women in bikinis sipping colorful drinks, men laughing and talking business — completely unaware that Lyra was bent over, getting fucked from behind while looking at them through the glass.

I started moving again, thrusting into her with steady, deep strokes. One hand stayed on her hip while the other reached around to play with her tits, squeezing them as I fucked her.

"Ahh... Austin..." she moaned, her breath fogging up a small spot on the window.

The contrast made everything feel even hotter — the normal, carefree world happening just outside while we were lost in our own secret, dirty moment inside the cabin.

I leaned forward, pressing my chest against her back, and whispered near her ear.

"Keep watching them, baby. Let them enjoy their boring day while I enjoy my bitch."

I had Lyra pressed firmly against the large floor-to-ceiling window. Her palms were flat on the cool glass, fingers spread wide as I fucked her hard from behind. Her big, soft tits were squished against the window, the glass fogging up from her heavy breathing and the heat of her body.

"Arghh... Austin!" she moaned loudly, her voice shaky and full of pleasure. Her face was bright red, cheeks flushed deeply as she looked down at the people moving around on the deck below.

"Ahh baby! Let’s make some love," I groaned, gripping her hips tightly with both hands. I thrust my hips forward hard, driving my dick deep into her wet pussy again and again. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed in the quiet cabin.

"Ahhh... ahhh... this is... too much... ahh..." Lyra moaned with every powerful thrust. Her eyes fluttered half-closed, and a curvy, blissful smile stayed on her lips even as her body jolted forward from the force of my hips. Her legs trembled slightly, struggling to hold her up.

"I will miss you so much, baby!" I said, my voice rough with lust. I reached forward, wrapped one hand gently around the front of her neck, and pulled her head back toward me. I leaned in and kissed her deeply from behind, our lips crashing together in a messy, passionate kiss.

Lyra immediately pushed her tongue out, making the kiss even wetter and sloppier. Our tongues tangled as our bodies continued moving together — my hips slamming into her ass while she pushed back to meet every thrust.

"Me too," she gasped between kisses, her voice breaking. "Only if my husband could fuck me like this... ahhh..."

"Yeah, that’s too sad that you have to rely on other men’s dick for pleasure," I replied, pushing her head gently forward so her cheek pressed against the cool glass again. At the same time, I started fucking her even harder, my hips moving faster and deeper.

"Ahhhh... oh god! Ahh... Idiot..." she moaned, giggling through the pleasure. Her big tits jiggled and bounced hard against the window with every rough thrust. Her pussy clenched tightly around my dick, gripping me like she never wanted to let go.

I glanced down through the window at the deck below. A group of men in suits were standing inside the glass-walled lounge area, sipping champagne and talking business. One of them looked very familiar.

"Speaking about your husband... isn’t he him right there?" I asked curiously, still thrusting steadily into her from behind.

"Where?" Lyra asked, breathing heavily. She opened her eyes wider and looked down at the deck. Her eyes suddenly widened a little more as she spotted him.

Her husband was standing among the group, laughing at something one of the other men had said. He held a glass of champagne in his hand, looking relaxed and completely unaware that just one floor above him, his wife was bent over against the window, getting fucked hard from behind by another man.

The moment Lyra saw him, her pussy clenched even tighter around my cock.

Lyra let out a shaky breath, her eyes still fixed on her husband below, her body trembling with both pleasure and the thrill of the situation.