Becca Bellamy
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A Hotwife in Paradise - Part 8
🕑 Added 2025-05-22 05:29:58 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
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It should have been a lovely walk on the beach, but Harper couldn't quiet the thoughts bouncing around her brain. She wanted nothing more than to enjoy her last day with Graham and to be able to do so without complication, but that wasn't how life worked, apparently.
"You seem distracted," he said after five minutes of largely silent walking through the sand. The resort was out view and outside of the occasional crab scurrying through the sand, they were alone.
"Sorry about that."
He stopped and pulled her close. Harper looked up at him and felt an ache. "There's no need to apologize." Graham ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her. Harper's body came alive, much in the same way it had the first time they'd kissed. Gone was the fluttering, though. She was no longer nervous about Graham, about her desire for him. Instead, she'd completely surrendered to it, which is why she felt a desire to push him into the sand, mount him, and ride him until he'd spilled his seed inside her while they both climaxed.
"I'm trying to figure out what's going on," she said as they resumed their stroll down the beach. There was a gentle breeze coming off the ocean and despite the sun shining from high above, it felt remarkably comfortable.
"Can you be more specific?"
Harper stepped on a water-filled seaweed bulb and smiled as it popped beneath her feet. "I know what happens when you have good sex with someone," she began. "The hormones that are released inside you. The hormones that tell you that you've found a good partner, that you should keep having sex with him, that you should try and pursue something more with him because he might be right for you."
It astounded Harper that the words were pouring from her lips as they felt like a rather obvious betrayal of her husband. They weren't, though. She loved Owen wholeheartedly and had no intention of leaving him. She was just trying to grapple with the notion that she might also love Graham, or that there was at least potential for that.
"I also know that those hormones cloud things, that they tell lies, that they're primal and not at all nuanced." She took a deep breath, stopped, and turned to stare out at the seemingly endless ocean. Graham stepped closer, put an arm around her waist, and let his fingers rest on her hip. Harper couldn't resist resting her head against him.
"Let me try and be more concise," she said. "What I'm trying to figure out is if it's possible that I'm falling in love with you after just a week together or if I'm just completely overwhelmed by the hormones produced by the good sex we've been having."
Harper felt lighter. She'd unburdened herself of the feelings she'd been keeping so close to the vest and it felt spectacularly good.
Graham kissed the top of her head, waited a handful of seconds, and said, "I suppose it could be just the hormones and the good sex talking, but I have no problem saying that I'm in love with you."
Harper was stunned at the near overwhelming wave of emotion that washed over her. She turned and pressed her body against Graham's bare chest. He sensed her need and wrapped his arms tightly around her.
It was grief. That's what she was feeling. Grief because she had to say goodbye to Graham. It seemed so obvious. She'd developed intense feelings for him over the course of the week, seemingly without even realizing it. Now she was going to have to part from those feelings, to go back to her life.
Harper realized she was fearful, too. She told herself that she loved Owen, that she was devoted to him, that she would never leave him, but some part of her understood that she might walk back into their house and feel nothing but frustration with her husband, that he might represent the life she didn't entirely want to go back to, the life that had led to her panic attack, that had led to a hospital stay, that had led her to this paradise in the Caribbean and into Owen's arms on the white sand beach.
Harper looked up at him and Graham relaxed his grip. His hands remained on her waist as she kissed him softly and whispered, "I'm in love with you."
It was true. As soon as she said it, Harper knew it was true. It wasn't a pure feeling of bliss, though, because it was absolutely a betrayal of Owen. He supported her having sex with Graham and managing her stress through that sex, but he wouldn't have supported her falling in love. Not in a million years. They had a happy marriage. They had a family.
Harper searched her feelings and found no animosity towards Owen. She found no desire to leave him, either, no desire to run away with Graham. It seemed as though she'd simply found a little more room in her heart, room where Graham could fit, where her love for him could blossom.
"What are we supposed to do about that?" he asked.
Harper smiled and looked up and down the beach. She spotted a massive and squat palm tree with an equally thick trunk of driftwood resting next to it. "You should make love to me under that palm tree," she said.
Graham turned, matched her smile with one of his own, and led Harper towards the palm tree. They laid down a towel and she dropped onto it, removed her bikini bottoms, and spread her legs to welcome him between them. Soon enough, Graham was inside her. They made love slowly, indulging in deep kisses as his cock moved in and out of her exceedingly wet pussy. They came together, his cock unleashing yet another load of semen into her womb and her toes curling as pleasure coursed through her body.
Afterwards, they cuddled on the towel, remaining largely silent and savoring one of the last times they'd get to be together. It was beautiful, if a touch bittersweet, and Harper resolved to cling to the memory long after her week in paradise had ended.
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"Is everything okay?" Owen asked. It was an hour before Harper was due to meet Graham for the last dinner of their vacation and she was a little embarrassed that her husband had picked up –on her sense of melancholy and had done so over the phone.
"Yeah," she replied with a little too much chipperness in her voice.
"Harper. What's going on?"
"I'm not sure it's wise to talk about, Owen. It will pass, though."
An uncomfortable silence hung between them. Harper tried to find something to talk about, something to break the silence and divert Owen from further investigation into her state of mind.
"I've watched that video so many times," he said.
She breathed a sigh of relief. Weirdly enough, she felt a great deal more comfortable talking about the sex tape she'd made with Graham. "Yeah? Does that mean you like it?"
"I do. I really do. It's been kind of...well, weird. Or maybe difficult."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, but maybe not in the way you think."
Harper was intrigued. "Are you willing to explain?"
"Well, I was watching it last night. I was masturbating, of course. This time, though, I took a moment to just...well, to just think about what I was doing, to think about the experience of it...and I had this realization."
"What sort of realization?"
"Well, I realized that I'm not sure I've ever been more turned on, and then that struck me as kind of...well, kind of fucked up. I mean, I was watching a video of you making love to another man. Of my wife making love to another man. Not fucking, by the way. That's not what you were doing. You were making love to him. You were not merely in pursuit of sexual pleasure, of the release that an orgasm provides. You were having sex with someone you'd grown emotionally attached to, and you were expressing the intensity of that attachment - and your desire for each other - through slow, beautiful, tender love making."
Harper closed her eyes. Owen was right, of course. She and Graham had made love the night they'd filmed it. They'd made love several times more since they'd filmed it. They were in love, though, so of course that's what they'd done. She felt a deep urge for Graham in that moment. She wanted him inside her. She didn't even really care how it happened.
"So then I had a bit of a crisis as I wondered what kind of man gets turned on while watching his wife make love to someone else? Then I was hit by this huge wave of insecurity that got awfully close to panic before I was able to pull it back. Then, to my embarrassment, I watched the video again and had a massive orgasm right at the moment that Graham came inside you."
Harper wasn't sure what to say to her husband, so she remained silent.
"So I guess I'm asking you, Harper, what you think of the fact that your husband is turned on by you making love to another man."
She took a deep breath. "We made love on the beach this afternoon. We went for a long walk. We held hands. We talked about this week, about our feelings for each other, about how complicated it was...and then we laid down a towel and made love until we both had beautiful orgasms."
It wasn't an answer to his question, not directly at least. Harper would get there, though.
"Before and after making love to Graham, I thought about you. I wondered if I'd betrayed you, if I'd been a horrible wife. I wondered what I'll feel like when I come home, when I come out of the haze of vacation and sex with someone new and passion and lovemaking. I wondered how it would feel to be in your arms, to kiss you, to make love to you. I wondered if I would...if I would still want it, if I'd gone too far on this vacation, if I'd inadvertently blown up my life."
Harper heard her husband take a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"And did you find an answer?"
"I did. I came to the conclusion that there's a great deal of room in my heart. More than I ever thought. I want to kiss you. I want you to hold me. I want you to take me to our bedroom. I want you to make love to me over and over again. I want to hold you inside me as long as I can. I want to make dinner for our family. I want to go on a family vacation where you and I sneak away to make out while they're swimming in the pool. I think I might love you more than I ever have, Owen, and in case you're wondering, it really turns me on that you're into what I've been doing this week, that it turns you on. I've had really, really hot orgasms talking to you about it. It's not like I'm offering you charity, or something, you know? When we masturbate together, when we cum together, that's really hot for me, so if our lovemaking also involves talking about this, or fantasizing about what I did this week...I'd like that."
"You're still letting him cum inside you?" he asked.
"I am. I can't help it."
"Believe it or not, I understand. I keep telling myself not to watch the video, not to masturbate to it, not to go further down that road. I can't help it, though. I feel like I'm in college again, like I could cum a dozen times a day and keep going. It's crazy."
Harper was utterly unsurprised by the dampness between her legs. Her clit was engorged, too, and when she ran her fingers over it the response was one of immediate and overwhelming arousal.
"So it seems obvious that you're in love with Graham," Owen said. "Is he in love with you?"
Harper tried her best to get over her shock at Owen reading her emotions with such ease, though she shouldn't have been surprised. He knew her better than anyone. "Yes, he is," she said. "He told me today."
"And you told him today?"
"Yes, I did."
His breathing sounded heavy.
"Does that turn you on?" Harper asked.
"Yes."
"And are you going to watch the video and masturbate when we get off the phone?"
"Yes, I am."
Harper smiled. "I could film us again tonight. I could tell him I love him while he's inside me. You could see it. You could hear it. You could jerk off to that. Would you enjoy that, Owen?"
His breathing made it seem like he was already masturbating, though Harper heard no stroking. "Yes, I'd enjoy that very much."
"Then I'll make sure to do that. I'll film after he cums inside me, too, so you can see the pillow talk, so you can hear it, so you can see that I don't want to let him out of me, that I want to keep him in my pussy forever."
Owen groaned.
"You can masturbate right now if you want, baby," she said. "Or you can hold off a little and do it tonight after I send you the video. Or do both, of course."
"I'll wait. That will make it hotter."
There was a long silence between them, but it didn't feel uncomfortable. In fact, there was something nice about it.
"I want to find a way to see him from time to time," Harper said. "To visit him. To see what it's like to spend time with him in something resembling real life. Not too often, of course."
"That makes sense," Owen replied. "I'd have no problem with that. I want you to be happy, Harper, and in this case, you being happy also means that I get to enjoy this entirely unexpected and perhaps slightly strange form of pleasure."
"I also want to quit my job," she added. "Maybe I'll wait until I've spent a little more time in the real world to make that decision, but at the moment I really feel like I want to quit."
"Don't wait," Owen said without hesitation. "Call right now, or first thing in the morning. Call and quit, Harper. Your job will literally kill you if you don't quit. You're brilliant and can find a great job that pays just as well that doesn't steal your fucking life from you. So don't wait. Just quit."
Love. Harper felt love for her husband. Pure, perfect love. "I can't wait to see you, Owen. I miss you."
"I miss you too, though I have to admit I'm really, really happy you went on vacation. I think we've both made some really interesting discoveries about ourselves that might very well make our lives better."
She smiled brightly. "There's no question about that. None whatsoever. So, how would you feel about helping me pick out my dress for my last dinner with Graham?"
"I'd love to."
"Okay. I'll try some things on and send you pictures. Oh, and Owen, I'll be thinking of you tonight as I make love to Graham, as I tell him I love him while he's inside me, as he cums in me."
"Fuck...I'm hard," he replied. "I've been hard so many times this week. I love you, Harper, and I hope you have a great time tonight. I'm looking forward to seeing those dresses."
"Stay by your phone. I'll be sending pictures soon."
Harper hung up and laid her dress options on the bed. She'd take a picture in each and let Owen choose. She was certain he'd enjoy getting to play a part in her date that night. She was already looking forward to sending him the video, too, as it was now clear that Owen was all in on her affair with Graham and that he wasn't especially worried about the depths it had reached.
Harper was a lucky woman and her future felt a great deal brighter than it had been before she'd left for her vacation.
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"If it's okay with you, I'd like to come and visit you from time to time," Harper said as she and Graham stepped into the elevator. He pushed the button for his floor and pulled her close. His hands felt good on her waist and when one moved to her lower back Harper felt her pussy tingle a little.
"Really? How often is time to time?"
"I'm not sure. I was thinking once a month, though."
Graham smiled. "You have no idea how happy that makes me."
"Yeah?"
He answered by kissing her. Both his hands moved to the top of her ass and then slid down so he could grasp her cheeks and squeezed them tight. He then slowly pulled up the bottom of the dress Owen had picked out and grasped her bare flesh as she moaned into his mouth.
"It makes me happy too, for what it's worth. And Owen's on board with it. I told him everything."
"Everything?"
Harper nodded. "He knows I'm in love with you. He...he likes it."
Graham kissed her again. "Well, I guess I'm really grateful to your husband, then. I don't think most men would be willing to...well, not in a bad way, but to share their wives like that."
"No, most wouldn't."
The elevator doors opened and they walked out hand-in-hand. Graham's crotch showed a distinct bulge of desire, which put a smile on her face. She intended on taking that bulge into her mouth for a short while before welcoming him into her pussy for a long, slow lovemaking session.
"I told him I'd film us tonight," she said. "Actually, he got really turned on when I told him that he'd get to hear me tell you that I loved you while you were inside me."
"You're a very generous wife, Harper, though I shouldn't be surprised. You're generous with me in just about every way."
He unlocked his room and they stepped inside. Harper pushed him against the wall and kissed him while stroking his bulge.
"I suppose I am generous, aren't I? I sucked your cock that first night on the beach. I swallowed, too. Most women wouldn't have done either of those things."
"No, they wouldn't have."
Harper kissed his neck and unbuttoned his shirt. Her lips found his chest and she showered him in kisses while slowly sinking to her knees. She mouthed his bulge through his slacks and then hurriedly removed his belt and practically yanked his pants down.
"You already know this, but the truth is, it's not that generous of me to suck your dick, Graham. I like it. I like having you in my mouth. I like pleasuring you with my mouth. I like sucking your beautiful cock."
She lowered his underwear and took him in her mouth. She stroked and sucked and he filled his hotel room with moans. Harper did like having him in her mouth. That was entirely true. So far, her pussy had gotten wet each and every time she'd given him a blowjob. She even liked making him cum in her mouth, though she had no intention of doing so that night.
Instead, Harper sucked him slowly and passionately until his desire seemed to reach a point of madness. Then she relented, stood, and untied her halter dress and let it fall to the floor. She removed her strapless bra and pushed her panties down. Graham stepped towards her, grasped her waist, spun her around, and pushed her back against the wall.
"I like eating your pussy," he said. "You don't let me do it all that often, but I like it."
He sank to his knees and plunged his tongue inside her. She put a hand on the back of his head as he pleasured her clit with long, slow drags of his tongue. Every little touch brought with it a wealth of arousal and Harper was soon in a place of desire that bordered on madness.
"I need you inside me. I need you to make love to me," she said.
Graham stood and led her to the bed. Harper grabbed her phone and set it up on the nightstand. She pressed record and crawled into the bed. Graham moved between her legs as they kissed as he rubbed the head of his cock over her pussy lips.
Graham filled her slowly. Harper moaned as he kissed her neck and grasped one of her breasts.
"You feel so good inside me," she said. "I'm going to miss this, Graham. I'm going to miss you so desperately."
Their lips met. Their tongues danced. His cock moved in and out of her and Harper ascended to a place of sexual bliss aided by the slow, deep thrusts of his cock.
"You're so deep inside me, Graham. So much deeper that my husband goes."
He fucked her a little harder at that and Harper smiled. Graham knew he had to share her, but it wasn't surprising that he took some pleasure in knowing that he was a bit bigger than Owen.
The sex was slow and sensual. It was lovemaking, and as such it was impossibly beautiful. Harper liked holding off on her orgasm. She liked remaining in a place of intense desire and arousal for as long as possible. She liked that every stroke of Owen's cock into her pussy brought a surfeit of bliss along with it.
"I love you, Graham," Harper said in the midst of his slow thrusts. Uttering the words unleashed a deeper, unexpected level of pleasure, like speaking her truth allowed Harper's mind to fully commit to the lovemaking.
"I love you too," he replied with a smile. "I love you like I didn't think I'd ever love anyone, Harper."
She wrapped her legs around him. She kissed him deeply.
"I want you to cum inside me, Graham." Her voice was soft as she added, "I want you to cum inside me and get me pregnant."
They came together moments later. The words resonated in Harper's mind. She hadn't thought about it. The words had just come out, like the freedom she'd granted herself by telling him she loved him had also allowed her brain to express another desire, the desire to have Graham's baby.
Harper wondered if Owen would be able to hear her say it. She suspected that a part of her wanted him to hear it so she wouldn't have to say it directly to him.
"Did you really mean that?" Graham asked as he pulled out.
Harper thought of Owen. She considered stopping the video, but she didn't. "Yes. I meant it. I want you to get me pregnant." It was rash. It was insane. Harper knew that. She'd only known Graham a week. She still wanted it, though. Even after her orgasm. She still desperately wanted it.
Graham smiled. "I'd like that too. It would be complicated as hell, obviously, but I'd like that too."
She cuddled up with him and kissed his neck. "I love you, Graham."
He held her tight. "I love you too, Harper."
She smiled and closed her eyes as his cum began to leak out of her. Harper hoped that some of it would take hold, that she'd get what she wanted, that she would soon be carrying Graham's baby.
Soon enough she'd know how Owen felt about that, how real a chance there was of her having Graham's baby. She hoped her husband would be on board, as she was quite certain her desire had transformed into something resembling a need.
