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A Hotwife in Paradise - Part 7
🕑 Added 2025-05-11 05:13:50 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
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"Have you heard from Owen yet?" Hazel asked.
"No."
Silence filled the hotel room as Harper felt a crushing level of guilt settle over her.
"I can't believe...I don't mean this in a judgmental way, but I can't believe you had unprotected sex with Graham," Hazel said.
The look on her face was one of genuine disbelief, though Harper wasn’t surprised. Once morning had arrived she'd felt roughly the same way, especially since she hadn't heard from Owen since she'd sent him a recording of her and Graham having unprotected sex.
"Was it just the once?"
"Yeah. I had him wear a condom the second time last night."
"And did you fuck him this morning?"
"No," Harper said. "The guilt was too much, to be honest. I pushed it a little too far, I guess."
Hazel sat next to Harper and wrapped her up in a tight hug. It felt good, though it was hardly the cure for what Harper felt in that moment. There probably wasn't a cure for that, though.
"Are you ovulating?" Hazel asked.
"No. I wouldn't have had unprotected sex if I was."
"Well, at least there's that." Hazel took a deep breath as she released Harper from her grasp. "Can I ask...was it good?"
Harper smiled. "It was great. It was...it was just great. Graham said it was the best sex he'd ever had. That's probably not true, but it was definitely great sex."
"And you want to do it again?"
"My body wants it. My brain has refused thus far, and there's only two days left, so I'll probably win that battle."
Harper felt it in that moment, even while awash in guilt. She wanted to go up to Graham's room. She wanted to kiss him, to strip him naked, to get him hard with her mouth, and to take him inside her without protection until he came.
Her phone rang. It was Owen.
"I'll leave," Hazel said. "Good luck. Call or text me afterwards if you need to talk."
Hazel left as Harper answered the phone.
"Hey," she said.
"Hey," he replied.
Silence hung between them. The seconds dragged on as Harper waited for him to say something. Maybe she needed to start the conversation, though. She was the one that had fucked up, after all.
"So...I listened to the recording," Owen said. "I listened last night, actually."
Harper held her breath.
"It was...it was confusing, Harper."
"Confusing?"
Owen took a deep breath. "Yeah."
He said nothing. Harper stayed silent.
"I...I had this moment...a confusing moment."
"What kind of moment?"
"When you...when you surprised me by...by asking him to cum inside you."
Harper thought of that moment, of how she'd felt with Graham's bare cock moving in and out of her, of how overwhelming her desire to have him cum inside her had been. It was inexplicable, really, because it was more than just the naughtiness of having unprotected sex with a man she wasn't married to. That little thrill wasn't anywhere near enough to have driven her absolutely mad with lust.
"It sounded like you...like you came really hard, Harper," Owen said.
She wanted to ask him about his moment, but she resolved to let Owen lead the conversation wherever it needed to go. "I did," she answered. "It was great sex."
Harper could hear her husband breathing. It sounded heavy. Heavier than it should have been, at least.
"Unprotected sex?"
"Yes. Unprotected sex."
"And he came inside you?"
"Yes, Graham came inside me. I wanted...it was stupid, Owen. I know that. I just...I needed it. I know that sounds crazy and I guess it is crazy, but I felt like I needed him to cum inside me. I was...I was desperate for it."
Harper heard something she couldn't identify.
"You were desperate for Graham to cum inside you?"
His voice had changed. It was subtle, but there was no question in Harper's mind that it was different. She wondered if he was aroused. "Yes...Owen, I needed Graham to cum in my pussy."
There was a moan. It was quick and quiet, but Harper heard a moan. She heard her husband moan.
"I wasn't going to do it. Not at first. Then we had that beautiful romantic dinner. We connected so deeply. Then we kissed - made out, really - in the parking lot and I gave him head on the drive back to the hotel and I was just out of my mind with desire by the time we got to his room."
"You gave him a blowjob in the car?"
"I did. I wanted to make him feel good. I was so desperate to make him feel good and I really love...I really love having him in my mouth. I love pleasuring him in that way."
Owen's breathing had definitely gotten heavier. He was turned on. Harper was certain of it.
"You like...you like sucking his cock?" he asked.
There was something in his voice that made Harper feel like he was prompting her, like he wanted to hear her say it. "Owen, baby, I love sucking Graham's cock. I love how hard he gets for me. I love how big the head of his dick is. I love how thick he is. I love thinking about how good it's going to feel when he slides into me and fucks me, though I've made him cum in my mouth a few times and I really love that, too. I love the way his dick throbs and pulses as he spills his load onto my tongue."
"Fuck...Harper..."
"Is your cock out, Owen?"
"No."
"Take it out for me," she said. "Stroke yourself for me."
Harper listened as her husband lowered his zipper. There was a rustling sound - his pants being lowered, perhaps - and then he moaned.
"I know I shouldn't have let Graham fuck me bareback. I know I shouldn't have let him cum inside me. I lost my mind a little. I lost myself in the pleasure of it. I lost myself in the overwhelming desire I felt, Owen. I just needed him to cum in my pussy. I needed to feel it just once. I needed to give him that pleasure just once before we go our separate ways. I needed to let him experience my bare pussy, to let him hear me beg for him to cum inside me, to let him cum in the pussy of the married woman he's spent the week satisfying."
Owen moaned loudly and the sounds of masturbation were suddenly quite noticeable, as if he'd lubed his cock.
"What was your moment, Owen?"
"What?"
"You said you had a moment when you heard me tell Graham to cum inside me?"
He moaned. "I got turned on, Harper. More turned on than I've ever been. In an instant it felt like my whole body was aroused, like, from head to toe. It was fucking insane."
"Did you cum?" she asked.
"I did. I was masturbating. I was so turned on, but then I heard you say that and it became something else, like it was something beyond arousal. It was...I came so hard, Harper. I came so hard when another man came inside you."
"When he came in my married pussy?" she asked. "When he filled my tight, married cunt with his hot load?"
"Oh, fuck!" Owen cried out.
Harper listened to her husband orgasm and she smiled. A moment later she was hit with a tidal wave of guilt. Clearly Owen was turned on by the fact that she'd fucked Graham bareback, but that didn't mean he liked it. The two things didn't have to be mutually exclusive.
"It's so...this is the strangest thing I've ever been turned on by," Owen said after all the grunting and groaning of his orgasmic pleasure had died down. "I don't get it."
"I'm sorry," Harper replied. "I really am. It was such a crazy thing to do. I'm not ovulating, though."
Owen laughed softly. "I'm glad to hear that."
Harper was gripped by an insane thought as her body and mind unified to disagree with Owen. She was, on some deep and disturbing level, not at all glad that she wasn't ovulating. She pushed the thought far, far away, though, for it was insane to pursue any line of thinking that involved her bonding with Graham in a forever kind of way.
"Was it just the one time?" Owen asked.
"Yeah. We had sex a second time last night, but we used a condom."
"And you didn't fuck this morning?"
"No. I felt so guilty about the night before that I just wasn't in the mood."
Owen was silent for what felt like an impossibly long time.
"Owen?" Harper finally asked.
"Sorry. I was just trying to figure out how guilty you should feel. I mean, you should definitely feel guilty about this whole thing. On the other hand, you've clearly found something that is helping you relax. Multiple things, in fact, if you include the surfing. There's also the fact that this thing you're doing with Graham is a major turn-on for me, even if it shouldn't be. It's so odd, but I just don't know what I should actually feel about all of this."
He took a deep breath and more silence followed.
"I mean...why do I find myself thinking that we'd make it work if your unprotected dalliance ended with you getting pregnant? That's a crazy response. That's the kind of thing that ends marriages, that should end marriages, and yet I find myself thinking that it wouldn't be a problem at all. Of course it would be a problem, though!"
Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, Harper had been thinking the same thing. In fact, she'd been fighting off an increasing internal chorus of desire to have as much unprotected sex with Graham as possible.
"I want him to cum inside me again," she blurted out.
A few seconds of silence passed before Owen said, "Really?"
"Yes. I'm not saying I'm going to...I guess I'm just sharing how I feel. How my body seems to feel, and it wants Graham to cum inside me as many times as possible before I leave."
Harper let out a deep breath. Giving voice to her desires seemed to have robbed them of some of their potency, though it seemed entirely possible that would be a temporary condition.
"In the spirit of being honest...I should also say that I let Graham film us last night," Harper added.
"Holy shit, really?"
"Yeah. He wanted...a keepsake, I guess you could say. I trust him not to put it online. Maybe that's really stupid of me, but I feel like a good judge of character and Graham is not the kind of guy to do something awful like that."
"I'm sure he's not," Owen replied. "Could I...could I watch it?"
Harper smiled. "Yeah. Absolutely. I'll get that to you soon."
"Are you going to see Graham today?"
"I was planning on it, yeah. Would that be okay?"
Owen was quiet for a few seconds. "Yeah. And...and I'd be okay with you doing whatever you want to do with him."
Harper's jaw dropped. "Are you sure?"
"Yes. I am, and not just because this whole thing is really hot to me. I feel like there's something...like you're getting something you really need from all of this, like this might be the start of you strolling down a path that leads to a better, healthier life for you and I love you, Harper, and I want you to be in a place where it seems like your job isn't killing you, you know?"
"I love you too, Owen. I love you so much."
"Have fun today, Harper, and send me that video when you get a chance."
"Bye, baby. I love you."
The call ended and Harper smiled. She was a very lucky woman.
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"He wasn't upset?" Graham asked.
They were sitting on his room's balcony with a pair of room service frozen drinks sitting on the small table between them.
"No. He was turned on. He seemed to think that...that everything we're doing is part of me exploring a healthier life. One that doesn't include being killed by the stress of my job."
Graham smiled. "Your husband sounds like a wise man."
Harper laughed. "I suppose he is. What I know for sure is that I'm a lucky woman."
"That I agree with."
There was just a hint of wistfulness on Graham's face. "What's wrong?"
"Oh, it's...it's stupid." He looked away. "No, actually, it's selfish. It's painfully, overwhelmingly selfish."
Harper sipped her fruity, boozy drink. "Now you have to tell me."
He laughed. "Okay, well, please don't hate me, but I just realized that there was a small part of me that was actually hoping that your husband would be furious, that he would have refused to let you come home or something dramatic like that."
She was taken aback. "Why would you want that?"
"So I could have you all to myself."
Harper's brief outrage faded away and she smiled. It was, in a weird way, a very sweet thing to say, and a clear indicator that Graham had developed feelings beyond pure lust.
"That's an awfully nice thing to say."
He laughed. "Yeah, well, it's also a pretty awful thing to say, if you think about it. Or at least really fucking selfish."
She reached for his hand and squeezed it. "It's a bit selfish, yeah, but we're all selfish creatures, and I like that you said it."
Harper set her drink down, stood, and straddled Graham in his chair. She took his head in her hands and kissed him softly. Their tongues met and she tasted the pineapple of his drink.
"I want you to do something for me," she said.
"Anything."
Harper grabbed her phone and pulled up Owen's contact information. "Put my husband's number in your phone. Send him the video. Then, text him that his wife is sucking your cock."
Graham looked stunned for a moment, but then he smiled and she felt his cock throb beneath her. "Yeah? Really?"
"He's into all this. He'll enjoy it. After a little bit you can take a video of me sucking your dick out here on this beautiful balcony. Maybe start it just looking out at the ocean. Then you can pan down and Owen can see that I'm on my knees with your gorgeous cock in my mouth, that I'm making you feel good. In fact, maybe wait to film it until you're close to cumming and then you can film yourself unloading in my mouth. You can film me swallowing, too. Owen will enjoy that."
"You're amazing," he said.
Harper laughed and kissed him while grinding her hips over his lap. She got Graham hard and horny and then took off her top, set it on the concrete balcony for a bit of softness and fell to her knees.
Graham sent Owen the video from the night before as Harper kissed her vacation boyfriend's bulge through his swimsuit. She kept doing so until he looked down at her, smiled, and ran his fingers through her soft hair.
"You know, I really like sucking your cock," she said while lowering his swimsuit. "I've always enjoyed giving head, but it feels different with you. I get wetter doing it. I'm not sure why, but I really like making you feel good with my mouth, Graham."
It looked like he was about to say something when Harper took him in her mouth. The words disappeared and only a moan came out as she stroked his stiff shaft and sucked on the head.
Her pussy was soaked and it only got wetter as she gave a blowjob, as she sucked and stroked. Harper took her time with it, slowly building Graham's pleasure. When her jaw got tired she'd lick and kiss the shaft or his thighs. She sucked his balls a fair bit, too, as Graham seemed to enjoy when she gave attention to the organ that produced the sperm that would soon end up in her mouth.
When Graham picked up his phone again, Harper knew he was close.
"Are you filming?" she asked.
"Yeah."
"Hey baby," Harper said as she looked up at the lens. "I thought you might like to watch your wife sucking cock. I've been at it for a while now, but I told Graham to film the end, so you get to watch him cum in your wife's mouth. You get to watch me swallow his load. You get to see how much I enjoy being a cocksucker for Graham."
He was in her mouth a moment later. Harper thought of her husband's pleasure at watching her give someone else a blowjob. She imagined Owen tugging furiously on his cock as he watched the unprotected sex video and the balcony blowjob. She imagined him jerking off numerous times before she got home. She hoped he would do so, in fact, that he would vigorously pursue his pleasure.
"Fuck, Harper, I'm close," Graham announced.
"Cum in my mouth, baby. Give me your load," she replied.
Harper sucked hard on the head of his cock. She moved her mouth and hand up and down the shaft. She worked him with great vigor to produce a thoroughly pleasurable orgasm.
"Oh, fuck, Harper, I'm cumming!"
She sealed her lips around the head of his cock and received his cum while looking up at the camera. At her husband, really. The notion made her pussy gush and Harper reached down to masturbate a little as she took a thick load of cum in her mouth.
When he'd finished, Harper pulled back, swallowed, and opened her mouth to show her husband that she'd taken it all.
"I hope you enjoyed that, baby," she said.
Graham ended the recording and set his phone down. He looked down at her with the brightest, happiest smile on his face. "Let me go down on you," he said.
She smiled, stood, and moved to her chair. Her bikini bottoms came off and Graham got on his knees between her legs not long after. He tended to her pussy as Harper closed her eyes and moaned while she imagined Owen watching the video.
Harper also decided that she'd be having more unprotected sex with Graham. She was going to pursue the thing that made her feel good, that helped her let go of every bit of stress in her life. She was going to pursue the path that this vacation had laid out in front of her and see where it led. With any luck, it would lead to a happier, healthier life.
