The Vacation of Her Dreams - Part 1 (Patreon)

“Desmond, do you know what I would like for breakfast this morning?” Savannah asked.

“What’s that, Mrs. Riley?” Desmond replied.

Savannah smiled as she pulled back the covers to reveal her naked body. “I want your big black cock.”

Desmond returned Savannah’s smile and stripped. He crawled into the king size bed and Savannah spread her legs, welcoming him between them.

They shared a passionate kiss as his strong black hands moved over her perky breasts. Savannah moaned into her lover’s mouth and sucked on his tongue.

“Fuck me, please,” she said.

Desmond reached between their legs, slipped his big black cock into her tight, white, married pussy, and filled her.

Savannah wrapped her legs around him, closed her eyes, and threw her head back as she took the butler’s big black cock once more.

Nolan watched it all from his side of the bed. A week ago his wife had never been with a black man. A week ago she hadn’t fucked anyone besides him in the 15 years they’d been married. A week ago his marriage had been fairly normal.

Then they arrived in Jamaica.

Nolan booked the vacation to the secluded beachside resort in Jamaica because he’d spent the better part of a year pushing for a promotion, which meant committing to absurd hours in the office and neglecting his wife.

She’d agreed it was worth it, but his long hours had taken a toll on their marriage. Nolan hoped the vacation would restore their marriage to its previous state. It did not.

Savannah was giddy the moment they’d arrived. With only 20 rooms, the resort was small and designed to provide a romantic escape for its guests.

Desmond greeted them upon their arrival and introduced himself as their personal butler for the duration of the stay. It was his job to ensure that their every need was met and met with haste.

Their bungalow was tucked into the jungle, offering exceptional privacy, even from the expansive porch that provided a breathtaking ocean view.

Desmond had their bags delivered and Savannah immediately ordered a pair of fruity frozen cocktails to kick off their vacation in the right way.

After returning with their drinks, Desmond tried to impress upon the married couple that there was almost no request that could not be granted and that he would do anything in his power to ensure that they got to experience the vacation of their dreams.

He left soon after and Nolan led his wife onto the porch where they drank their cocktails and enjoyed the beautiful ocean view and the sound of the waves lapping at the sand. It felt perfect in every way.

It didn’t stay perfect, though. What Nolan didn’t know was that his wife was far more frustrated with him than she’d been willing to acknowledge. A year of being neglected will do that to a woman.

The trouble began the very next day.

“Desmond, is there someone on staff that offers massages?” Savannah asked shortly after breakfast the next day. She looked resplendent in a blue bikini with a sheer cover up of the same color.

“Of course, Mrs. Riley,” Desmond replied. “Most of us are trained in massage, in fact. Should I retrieve a massage table?”

Nolan watched a distinctively suggestive smile spread across his wife’s face.

“You’ll be giving me the massage?” she asked.

Desmond nodded.

“That would be wonderful,” Savannah said. “Can that happen right now?”

“Yes, Mrs. Riley,” Desmond replied. “Give me a few minutes to get prepared and I’ll be right back.”

Savannah turned to Nolan and smiled. “Would you like a massage, honey?” she asked.

“No, that’s all right,” Nolan said. “I think I’ll go to the beach.”

Nolan wasn’t really a fan of massages, especially from muscular black men, so he put on his swimsuit and headed for the beach.

It wasn’t quite the relaxing experience Nolan was hoping for, though. He just couldn’t get his mind to stop obsessing about Desmond rubbing his wife’s naked body. Every time he closed his eyes and tried to enjoy the peace of the nearly empty beach, an image of his wife lying facedown on a massage table popped into his head. He saw Desmond’s strong hands working oil into her bare ass and thighs. He saw Savannah smiling gleefully. He even heard her moaning about how good it felt.

After half an hour of failing to calm his mind, Nolan grabbed his towel and headed back towards the bungalow. He figured that if he was going to obsess over Savannah’s massage that he might as well be there. At least he could calm his mind.

He headed down the beach and up the sandy path that led to their bungalow, which was on the very edge of the resort. Nolan heard his wife’s moan before he could see anything. He stopped in his tracks as his brain rushed to figure out if it was a sexual moan or one of pure, relaxed pleasure from a great massage.

Another followed and Nolan was fairly certain it wasn’t the kind of moan that a massage generally produces. He stepped off the path and approached the bungalow while using the leafy undergrowth to try and hide his presence.

After a few clumsy missteps that scratched up his legs, Nolan got close enough to see the porch of their bungalow. Savannah was naked and face down on the massage table and the towel that Desmond had no doubt offered to cover her more intimate parts was on the floor.

Nolan couldn’t quite see everything from his vantage point, but he felt certain that Desmond was fingering his wife. There wasn’t much movement – certainly not enough for it to be a massage – but he was clearly working Savannah in the buttocks area and her moans were unquestionably sexual.

Craving a better view, Nolan quietly crept closer to the bungalow. He found a much better spot just in time to see Savannah flip over. Desmond moved one of his oiled hands over her breasts and the other stayed between her legs.

From his new vantage point, it was obvious that Desmond was working Savannah’s pussy with his long fingers. Her eyes were closed and she couldn’t help but moan erotically as the other man worked her over.

What Nolan couldn’t understand was why he was still hiding in the bushes. Why wasn’t he charging up the front steps of the porch? Why wasn’t he screaming at Desmond? Why wasn’t he demanding that the resort fire an employee who had clearly stepped over the line?

For some reason, Nolan felt fascinated instead of distressed. He wasn’t seething with the kind of jealousy he’d expected. He was curious and there was just a hint of arousal building between his legs.

Even when Desmond made Savannah cum, Nolan didn’t feel the kind of anger or jealousy he expected. He even smiled a little. He wondered if it was simply because he was on vacation. Perhaps it was because Savannah had spent a year of her life without seeing much of her husband and he was letting her have a little something fun on vacation. Nolan couldn’t figure it out.

After Savannah’s orgasm, Desmond stepped away from the table and waited. Nolan watched his wife sit up and swing her legs over the side of the massage table and stand up. Her body looked splendid coated in a thin layer of oil.

Savannah approached Desmond and they shared a soft, sensual kiss as Nolan watched from behind the leaves. It wasn’t a quick kiss, either. It was long and the black man’s hands moved over Savannah’s milky white, slippery skin.

Their bodies remained close after the kiss. Savannah said something to Desmond and one of her hands moved between his legs. Nolan was certain his wife was stroking someone else’s cock. There was no question about it.

When Savannah stepped back, Desmond moved to fold up the massage table and Nolan saw the outline of the other man’s erection in his shorts. Desmond was huge. Savannah had been stroking a huge black cock.

A few minutes later, Desmond had the massage table packed up and he was on his way down the path towards the beach and the resort’s main building.

Nolan dropped to the ground as Desmond walked by; standing up only when he was certain the other man had fully vacated the area. He made his way out of the brush and back onto the path. He bounded up the stairs and saw Savannah step out of the bathroom with a short, surprisingly sexy white robe wrapped around her body.

“Did you enjoy your massage?” Nolan asked.

“Very much so,” Savannah said.

“Did he use oil?”

Savannah smiled and said, “Why? Would you like to see my body all oiled up?”

Nolan nodded.

“Well then it’s too bad you didn’t stay for the massage. Desmond used quite a lot of oil,” Savannah said as she untied the robe and let it fall open a few inches.

Nolan stared at his wife’s taut stomach and cleavage. His eyes drifted between her legs and he saw that her pubic hair had oil in it.

Nolan stepped closer and asked, “Did he rub you down there?”

Savannah looked down and smiled again. She bit her lower lip in a splendidly flirty way and opened the robe a little more. Then, finally, she nodded.

“You said this vacation could be anything I wanted it to be,” Savannah said.

Nolan had said that. A happy ending massage from a Jamaican man wasn’t what he had in mind when he’d made that promise, but he couldn’t argue with the basic logic Savannah was putting forth.

Savannah pulled the robe off and let it fall to the floor. Nolan stared at his wife’s body, which was still coated in oil. She looked breathtaking.

“I saw you,” Nolan said. “I came back from the beach and I saw him rubbing you.”

Savannah stepped closer and asked, “Why didn’t you stop him?”

“I…I don’t know,” Nolan said.

Savannah took another step closer and reached out to untie his swimsuit. She pushed it to the ground and wrapped her fingers around his cock, which was already half-hard.

“Why didn’t you stop him?” Savannah asked again.

Nolan was already hard in her hand. Her fingers felt spectacularly good moving up and down his shaft.

“Did you…did you stroke him? Did you stroke his cock after the massage?” he asked.

Savannah released his cock and pulled Nolan’s t-shirt over his head. She dropped it on the floor and stepped closer. Her fingers wrapped around his erection again and her slippery breasts pressed into his chest.

“Would you be mad if I did?” Savannah whispered. “Would you be mad if I had acted like a naughty wife?”

Nolan shook his head.

“He was hard for me,” she whispered. “He made me cum and it made him hard. I couldn’t resist touching it. I couldn’t resist kissing him.”

Savannah kissed Nolan’s neck and his knees nearly buckled from the shockwave of pleasure that rushed down his spine.

“I had to,” she whispered. “I had to touch it. He has the biggest cock I’ve ever seen, Nolan.”

Nolan knew that to be true. He’d seen the outline. Even from a distance it was obvious how big Desmond was.

“Is he going to massage you again?” Nolan asked.

Savannah kept her fingers around Nolan’s cock as she moved behind him. She pressed her body against his and her other hand found its way to her balls. Nolan closed his eyes and embraced the overwhelming pleasure of it.

“Would that upset you? Would it make you angry if Desmond made me cum again?” Savannah asked as she stroked him.

The answer emerged before Nolan really thought about it. “No,” he said.

“Good, because he’s going to do so much more than massage me, Nolan. I’m not leaving here until I’ve had that big black cock of his inside me. I need to feel it. I need Desmond to fuck me, and I might need it more than once. We’re here for two weeks after all.”

Nolan reached back and moved his hands over his wife’s slippery flesh. He grabbed her ass and she stroked him faster.

“You don’t mind that I’m going to fuck him?” Savannah asked.

“No,” Nolan said.

Savannah stroked him faster. “I won’t let you go back on this, Nolan,” she said. “This is not a promise you can break.”

Nolan’s cock throbbed in her hand. Lust filled his body as he imagined someone else fucking his wife. He had no explanation for why he found it so arousing, but in the moment it didn’t matter. All that mattered was cumming.

“Fuck him,” Nolan said. “Please, fuck him.”

He was begging. He couldn’t believe it.

“I will,” Savannah said. “I’ll fuck him as many times as I want.”

Nolan groaned as Savannah worked his cock and balls expertly. He moaned as he felt her breasts press into his back. He moaned as he felt the most intense pleasure of his life.

“He’s coming over tonight,” she said. “I was going to do it whether you wanted me to or not. I’m glad you’re on board though, because Desmond said he’s going to stretch out my tight white pussy so much that I won’t be able to feel your dick.”

Nolan felt weak in the knees and his heart pounded. Savannah worked his cock expertly.

“Are you going to watch again?” Savannah asked. “Are you going to watch Desmond’s massive black cock stretch my tight little pussy?”

Nolan groaned. He imagined the black man on top of his wife. He imagined their bodies entwined as they fucked. He imagined a big black cock sliding in and out of Savannah’s pussy. Then he came all over the floor as his body trembled from the overwhelming pleasure of an orgasm that rivaled any he’d ever experienced.

“Let’s take a shower,” Savannah said. “We can clean up that mess later.”

She took Nolan’s hand and led him to the bathroom. She turned on the water and then pulled his naked body against hers for a sensual kiss.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

Nolan smiled. It was such a simple question, but it felt like a beautiful act of love.

“I’ve never been better,” he answered. “Honestly.”

Savannah pulled him into the shower and they kissed again. Even with the release of lust that the orgasm had provided, Nolan still felt like he was riding a beautiful high fueled by an entirely new kind of sexual experience.

He looked in Savannah’s eyes and let his fingers drift down her stomach and between her legs. He pressed against her pussy and found no resistance. The heat and wetness inside was incredible.

“Did he do this?” Nolan asked.

“Him…and you,” Savannah replied.

“Me?”

She smiled and kissed him softly. “Giving you that handjob turned me on.” Savannah paused and smiled. “So did thinking about having Desmond’s cock inside me.”

Nolan felt an overpowering urge to go down on his wife, so that’s exactly what he did. A delighted moan escaped her lips as Savannah leaned against the tiled wall and spread her legs. Her hands found his hair and she gripped it as Nolan ate his wife’s pussy.

He made her cum while thinking about what the rest of their vacation might hold. He knew it was guaranteed to be different than any vacation they’d ever been on. He couldn’t wait.