<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?tag=vacation%20of%20her%20dreams">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="54665117" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>“What do you think of this dress?” Savannah said as she walked out onto the bungalow’s porch in a white and pink floral dress that ended mid thigh.</p><p>“It’s incredible,” Nolan said as he eyed his lovely wife. “Are we going somewhere tonight?”</p><p>Savannah unleashed a giddy smile and clasped her hands together as she said, “Desmond has invited us to a very special party that he says only happens once a month.”</p><p>Nolan put aside his phone and turned all his attention to Savannah. “What sort of party?”</p><p>Savannah sat across his lap and put her arms around his neck as she explained, “Well, it turns out I’m not the only woman that takes advantage of the…perks of vacationing in Jamaica and this party is a chance for wives like me and the men we’re spending much of our vacation with to have a little fun in a way we can’t at the resort.”</p><p>“What kind of fun?” Nolan asked as he ran his fingers over the smooth, newly-tanned skin of Savannah’s legs.</p><p>“Dancing, drinking, flirting, a little bit of kissing, that sort of stuff. Desmond would get fired if he joined us for dinner at one of the resort’s restaurants and he’d definitely get fired if he and I were making out on the dance floor, but at this party he can do all of that without issue,” Savannah said.</p><p>“I don’t mean to sound unexcited or anything, but why would I be needed at a party like that?” Nolan asked as he imagined his wife spending the whole night in Desmond’s arms.</p><p>Savannah leaned closer and softly kissed him before saying, “Because you love that I’m cuckolding you with Desmond. Because you get off on seeing his big black cock inside me. Because you love the idea of sitting with the other cuckold husbands and watching as Desmond spends the night dancing with me, kissing me, and generally driving me wild until I’m desperate to have his big black cock inside me again.”</p><p>Even if Nolan had wanted to deny his wife’s confidently-delivered explanation, he couldn’t have. His rock hard cock was pressing into her ass. He’d be lying to her face if he tried to deny it.</p><p>She kissed him again, though this time her lips lingered against his as Nolan’s fingers drifted up her legs. Savannah parted her thighs and let him discover her lack of panties and the wetness that had already developed between her.</p><p>“I guess you’re excited about all of that too, aren’t you?” Nolan asked as he slipped two fingers inside his wife.</p><p>“Since that first time he fucked me there hasn’t been a moment on this vacation where I didn’t want Desmond’s cock inside me, honey. He’s got my number.”</p><p>They kissed as Nolan worked his wife’s pussy skillfully and brought her to a beautiful climax out on the porch of their bungalow.</p><p>She made no effort to release his cock from the confines of his shorts, which Nolan didn’t mind. He liked seeing his wife cum and he wasn’t entirely against the idea of his lust being delayed.</p><p><br></p><p>Night had fallen by the time Nolan and Savannah stepped outside the gates of the resort and waited by the side of the road. Desmond was due to pick them up in a few minutes.</p><p>“Are you excited?” Nolan asked.</p><p>“I’m already wet,” Savannah said. “Excited doesn’t begin to describe how I feel.”</p><p>Nolan couldn’t help but smile at his wife’s eagerness. He loved that she’d fully embraced her pursuit of pleasure and that she was happy to have him along. She could have enjoyed Desmond on her own but she knew he found it thrilling too.</p><p>“I think this is him,” Savannah said as a dark sedan pulled off the road.</p><p>The window rolled down and Desmond said, “Get in!”</p><p>Savannah hopped in the front seat and she was locked in a deep kiss with Desmond before Nolan even got in the back.</p><p>“Good evening,” Desmond said as he put his arm around Savannah.</p><p>“Good evening to you,” she said.</p><p>Desmond put the car in drive and said, “It’s just a few miles down the road. We’ll be there before you know it.”</p><p>Nolan watched his wife reach into Desmond’s lap, and though he couldn’t see it from the front seat he knew she was playing with his cock.</p><p>“Can I take him out?” Savannah asked.</p><p>“Of course,” Desmond said.</p><p>Nolan saw Desmond’s smile in the rearview mirror and he tried to imagine what it would be like to have another man’s wife lusting after his cock. Nolan had never really inspired that kind of genuine, overwhelming lust in a woman but it seemed like it would be exceptionally thrilling.</p><p>Nolan was absolutely certain that both he and Desmond had erections as Savannah’s head disappeared into the black man’s lap. The sounds of a blowjob soon filled the car and Desmond’s moans soon followed.</p><p>“Your wife is a very talented woman, Nolan,” Desmond said as he glanced in the rearview mirror.</p><p>“I know,” Nolan replied. “Believe me, I know, though I suspect she’s working extra hard to make you feel good.”</p><p>Savannah moaned with Desmond’s cock in her mouth and the sounds of sucking soon got sloppier and wetter.</p><p>“Why do you think that is, Nolan?” Desmond asked.</p><p>Nolan knew the answer, but he was a little taken aback that Desmond seemed to be pushing for it. Then it hit him that they weren’t at the resort anymore and Desmond wasn’t at work. He didn’t need to be of service. He could be whatever he wanted to be.</p><p>“Because you make her feel so good,” Nolan answered.</p><p>“Is he right, Savannah?” Desmond asked. “Do I make you feel good?”</p><p>Savannah lifted her head from Desmond’s lap, stroked his cock, and said, “You make me feel better than any man has ever made me feel. I cum harder with your cock inside me than I’ve ever cum before and it’s not even close.”</p><p>Desmond smiled and pulled Savannah’s head to his lap once more. He glanced in the rearview mirror and Nolan had the distinct feeling that Desmond found great joy in the notion that a married white woman was sucking his cock in his car and would eagerly give up her pussy whenever he wanted it.</p><p>“That’s good, Savannah. We’re almost there,” Desmond said as he gently pulled her head from his lap.</p><p>Savannah looked back at Nolan and smiled. “We’re going to have so much fun tonight,” she said.</p><p><br></p><p>Nolan ran his fingers through the condensation on the beer in front of him as he watched Savannah and Desmond dance. They were amongst a few dozen other interracial couples – all of them white women enjoying time with the black men they’d taken up with in Jamaica – and Nolan suspected that many of the other husbands seated around him sported an erection like he had between his legs.</p><p>“Is this your first time?” asked a balding man in a floral shirt as he sat at Nolan’s table.</p><p>“It is,” Nolan said. As much as the idea of talking about all of it with a stranger felt awkward, they were both in a very unique situation and he couldn’t find a reason not to share.</p><p>“This is the tenth straight year my wife Candice and I have been to this particular party. We come to Jamaica every year and every year she spends two weeks getting fucked by her bull Morris,” the balding man explained. “I’m Terry, by the way.”</p><p>Nolan offered his hand and they shook. “I’m Nolan,” he said before looking back out at the dance floor. “Forgive my ignorance, but what’s a bull?”</p><p>“Ah, it really is your first time, huh?” Terry said.</p><p>“Yeah, first time with everything. It just kind of happened, too. We didn’t plan it. He gave her a massage, his fingers slipped inside her, he made her cum, and the next thing I know my wife is spending her vacation getting fucked by Desmond,” Nolan explained.</p><p>“If you’re here, it must be working for you, right?” Terry asked.</p><p>Nolan smiled and lifted his beer. They shared a brief cheers before he took a sip and said, “You could say that, yes.”</p><p>Terry laughed like a man who’d been there before and said, “A bull is a term used in cuckolding circles. It can mean different things to different people, but in its most basic form it’s a guy that fucks your wife without building an emotional attachment to her. He provides her with the kind of sexual pleasure that you can’t and she gets to enjoy the wildly satisfying orgasms while hopefully falling a little deeper in love with her cuckold husband, who is happy to see someone else make his wife cum.”</p><p>Nolan looked out at the dance floor and watched as Desmond squeezed Savannah’s ass through her dress. They kissed and his erection stiffened.</p><p>“Yeah, I guess that’s exactly what Desmond has been doing for my wife. I guess he’s her bull,” Nolan said.</p><p>“I have to say, I’m a little jealous,” Terry said.</p><p>Nolan looked over at the older man and asked, “Jealous? Why?”</p><p>“Well, it’s definitely hotter in the beginning,” he said before sipping his beer. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s still insanely hot now. A two week trip to Jamaica gives us enough fuel to make our sex life wildly entertaining for the entire year, but there’s something about exploring it all for the first time that you just can’t replicate. Even if Candice found another bull, it wouldn’t be the same because I’ve done it all at this point.”</p><p>“If you don’t mind me asking, what kind of stuff are we talking about?” Nolan asked.</p><p>Terry smiled and said, “Well, what have you done so far?”</p><p>“I’ve listened to them have sex. I’ve had sex with her afterwards. I’ve watched. I’ve gotten a few handjobs,” Nolan said.</p><p>“Well, we’ve been here four days and so far I’ve cleaned her bull’s creampie multiple times, I’ve fluffed his cock every time he’s fucked her, I’ve sucked his balls while he’s been inside her, I’ve rimmed her ass and his ass while they’ve fucked, I’ve taken a facial from him, I’ve shared cum kisses with her, and much more,” Terry said.</p><p>Nolan set his beer on the table and stared at the man sitting across from him. He knew that if he’d heard Terry utter those same words a week ago he would have been disgusted and he certainly would have leveled all kinds of silent judgment against him.</p><p>Instead of feeling disgusted, Nolan mostly felt aroused. He wasn’t sure he wanted to do any of those things, but something about the kinkiness of it all turned him on.</p><p>“And all of that, it turns you on?” Nolan asked.</p><p>“I’m not sure that’s the right word for it, honestly,” Terry said. “I feel like it transports me to an entirely different place where only the purest kind of pleasure lives. These two weeks we come to Jamaica are unquestionably the happiest of my year, every year. I get to be someone else entirely and my wife gets to enjoy her version of the same thing. I haven’t regretted any of it and I never will.”</p><p>Terry took a long sip of his drink and smiled at Nolan before saying, “Like I said, the only small regret I have is that I can’t relive it all again from the beginning, and that’s not really a regret because that’s impossible.”</p><p>Nolan looked back to the dance floor and saw Savannah kissing Desmond as the bull lifted her dress and exposed her ass while his fingers kneaded the white flesh he found.</p><p>“I can’t tell you what to do, obviously, but I’m pretty sure you won’t regret going a little further than you ever thought possible,” Terry said. “I certainly didn’t regret it.”</p><p>Nolan wondered if he could really do something like suck Desmond’s cock or lick up his cum as it leaked from Savannah’s pussy.</p><p>“Terry!” a voice called from the dance floor.</p><p>Nolan looked over to see an older, petite blonde with big breasts waving for Terry to join them on the dance floor.</p><p>“Looks like the party is about to get started,” Terry said as he put his beer on the table and walked towards his wife.</p><p>Nolan thought the party had already started, that it was just a chance for the white wives and their bulls to cut loose outside of the settings of the resorts they were all staying at.</p><p>He was wrong, though. He watched Candice pull Terry’s lips to hers for a long kiss and then whisper something into his ear.</p><p>Terry then dropped to his knees in front of Candice’s bull, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock. He had his lips wrapped around it a moment later and most of the other interracial couples on the dance floor turned and cheered at the cocksucking white husband.</p><p>Nolan searched for his wife and found her standing next to Desmond as she watched Terry wrap his eager lips around the big black cock.</p><p>Desmond lifted her dress and slipped his fingers into the white panties she’d picked out for the evening. Savannah put her arm around his shoulders, seemingly because her legs were wobbling from the intense pleasure his thick black fingers were offering.</p><p>Candice’s bull grabbed Terry’s head with both his hands and began to fuck his mouth. Soon the crowd was cheering louder as they watched Terry struggle to take as much big black dick as the bull wanted to give. Terry gagged and spit up and drooled on his chin, but he never wavered. He refused to move away. He opened his mouth and he offered everything.</p><p>Nolan let his eyes wander around the room and saw that almost every interracial couple was watching while indulging in a bit of pleasure. There were bull cocks being stroked, white pussies being fingered, masturbation, kissing, and much more.</p><p>Some of the white husbands sitting on the sideline looked uncomfortable, but most seemed enraptured with the show happening in front of them. Whether they were staring at Terry sucking cock for a crowd or the fun happening between their wife and her bull, almost everyone seemed impossibly happy.</p><p>One of the wives – a young, leggy brunette – took her bull by the hand and led him to where her husband was sitting. The white guy got up and his wife pulled off her bull’s pants and had him sit. She lifted her skirt and straddled the big black cock that was rock hard for her.</p><p>She pointed to the floor behind her and her cuckold husband fell to his knees. Nolan watched as the other man pressed his face between his wife’s ass cheeks and rimmed her as she began to slowly ride her black bull.</p><p>Nolan scanned the dance floor a few times before he saw Savannah. She was on her knees in front of Desmond. His big black cock was in her mouth. His hands were in her hair. He was fucking her face and she was taking as much of his dick as she could handle.</p><p>Desmond turned and looked back at Nolan. He beckoned him over with a simple wave of his hand. Nolan stood up and walked onto the dance floor. His cock was hard, but it was among the least notable things happening at the party so no one looked his way.</p><p>Nolan reached Desmond’s side and the black man said, “Join your wife, Nolan.”</p><p>Nolan looked down at Savannah and watched the big black cock moving in and out of her mouth. He’d seen what the other husbands at the party were willing to do, what they all seemed to find pleasure in. His heart pounded as he tried to decide if he wanted to become one of those husbands.</p><p>When Savannah reached up and offered her hand, the decision was made for him. Nolan took his wife’s hand and fell to his knees next to her.</p><p>“Kiss your husband, Savannah,” Desmond said.</p><p>Savannah slowly let Desmond’s big black cock fall from her mouth and then turned to Nolan.</p><p>“Are you ready for this?” she asked.</p><p>Nolan knew she was asking about so much more than the kiss. The debauchery unfolding around them was proof of that. The way Savannah had seemed so completely lost in lust as she watched Terry suck a big black cock was proof of that. The look in her eyes was proof of that.</p><p>Nolan nodded and said, “Yes, I am.”</p>