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A Hotwife in Paradise - Part 4
🕑 Added 2025-04-03 04:34:29 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
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Harper woke up to the sensation of Grant's lips on the back of her neck. His fingers caressed the outside of her thigh and moved to her ass before he nestled himself against her. She responded by moaning softly and shifting her ass to try and stimulate his cock.
"Good morning," he whispered.
Harper moaned again and felt him get hard. She parted her thighs a little and he slipped between them as his hand grasped one of her breasts.
"It's a very good morning," she said.
Harper knew it wouldn't be long before he was inside her. She knew it because her body was screaming at her to have sex with Grant, to take him into her pussy, to make him feel good, to claim her pleasure as well.
It happened with Harper on top. She rolled away from Grant and pushed him onto his back. She thought about giving him head for a bit, but he was already hard as a rock so she grabbed a condom, rolled it down his impressive dick, and took him inside her.
"Oh, fuck," he said.
Harper placed his hands on her breasts and moaned as he played with them. She rested her hands over his hands, tilted her head back, and moved her pussy back and forth over his cock. She'd given her body what it wanted and now she was being rewarded with pleasure from head to toe.
"You feel so good inside me. Grant, you feel so fucking good inside me."
He groaned. Harper looked down at him and leaned forward. His hands moved to her ass as their lips met for a deep kiss. She began to ride him, to bounce on his cock as he squeezed her ass cheeks and moaned while their tongues danced.
"I'm close," she said. "Cum with me, Grant."
Not long after, they came together. Harper sat up, arched her back, and rolled her head towards the ceiling as she had yet another incredible orgasm courtesy of Grant's dick.
The noises coming from the man inside her made it seem like he too was lost in the bliss of an especially good orgasm, which added just a bit more pleasure to Harper's experience.
Once her thighs stopped trembled, Harper dismounted and laid next to Grant. They kissed softly and she rested her hand on his chest and felt his heart pounding. Hers was doing the same. She couldn't help but smile at the simple joy of having great sex with someone new.
Harper's phone dinged on the nightstand. She grabbed it. It was a text from Owen: "Not bothering you. Just wanted to say that I woke up thinking about you. Yesterday was amazing. I love you and I'm so glad that you're having a good time."
She probably should have felt guilty, especially since another man's cock had been inside her while she had phone sex with Owen the day before, but Harper had resolved to push all the guilt into the future if she was ever going to feel it.
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," she replied. "I did too. Maybe we can do it again before I come home."
"I'd like that. There was something very exciting about your energy last night, about the dirty talk, about how authentic it all felt. Anyway, have a great day, Harper. Keep it up with the relaxation."
She looked at Grant and smiled before replying to her husband. "Today has already gotten off to a relaxing start and I'll make sure to keep it up as the day goes on. Make sure you have a good day too."
Harper set her phone back on the nightstand. She cuddled closer to Grant and he put his arm around her and kissed the top of her head. She closed her eyes and let the post-orgasmic relaxation settle over her. She was on vacation. She'd just had a great orgasm. There was no reason to do anything other than relax in that moment.
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"So you're fucking Grant?"
Hazel sat at the edge of her bed as Harper changed into a bikini for her surf lesson. Her morning had included breakfast with Grant and then another round of sex in his room before she'd left to get ready for her lesson.
"Yes, I am," she answered. They hadn't actually talked about it, but it was obvious enough that lying was pointless.
Hazel's face was unreadable for a few seconds, but then she smiled. "I knew it. I could tell. The sex is good, isn't it? Like, really good, right?"
Harper nodded. "Really, really good. He's already fucked me twice today. Once when we woke up and once after breakfast."
Hazel laughed. "It's kind of hard to resist good dick, isn't it?"
Her first instinct was to disagree with Hazel's surface-level diagnosis, but Harper conceded that she wasn't wrong. "As it turns out, it's impossible, though I prefer to think that it's Grant that I find irresistible." She paused for a moment, smiled, and said, "He does have a really nice dick, though."
Hazel was all smiles. "So does Josh. He uses it well, too."
Harper couldn't help but laugh. She was certain that they'd had the same conversation in college, likely numerous times. She was also certain that part of her enjoyment of Grant was that it made her feel young and carefree again, with emphasis on the carefree part.
"Last night I fucked Grant while having phone sex with Owen."
That made Hazel's eyes go wide. "Seriously?"
Harper nodded as she grabbed a bottle of sunscreen and started applying it to her arms.
"Are you crazy?"
"A little, I think, because I'm well aware of how dangerous and stupid it was."
"Was it hot?"
Harper's pussy tingled as she thought about it. She got wet, too. "Yes, it was hot. Is that crazy? Am I crazy for doing that? Am I crazy for finding it hot?"
"Yes, obviously, but it does feel like it's exactly the kind of thing this vacation version of you would do. I mean, right? First you're making out with a guy. Then you're strolling along the beach with him. Then you're sucking his dick on the beach. Then the next day you're fooling around in the water with him and fucking him. Then you're fucking him some more. Then you're fucking him while having phone sex with your husband. I mean, that's a strange path to follow, but it all sort of fits."
"Owen texted me this morning. He told me how hot it was. Then he told me to make sure I kept on working on being relaxed. I told him that my morning had started out in a very relaxing way."
Hazel looked a bit puzzled. "Like you were trying to tell him you'd cum?"
"I mean, I didn't really think about it, you know? I just sent the text, but I've been thinking about it since and I'm pretty sure there's no other way to interpret it."
"Well, it was true. I'm sure he thought you'd just woken up and masturbated, but it's not like you lied. Your day started with a relaxing orgasm," Hazel said.
Harper smiled as she thought of riding Grant's cock. She thought of his hands on her breasts, of the way his thickness felt so good inside her, of the way he reached so deep in her pussy. Her mind jumped to the post-breakfast sex, to Grant fucking her missionary and then flipping her over and fucking her while Harper lay on her stomach and rubbed her clit. She thought of how good his body felt on top of her, how deep was inside her, how hard he made her cum. She was wet enough that she damn near skipped the surfing lesson in favor of getting fucked again.
"Do you think Owen got turned on thinking about you cumming here in paradise?" Hazel asked.
Harper gave it a few seconds thought before answering. "I hope he did. The truth is, I really liked making him cum last night. Over the phone, I mean. I liked doing it while Grant was inside me - which I'm pretty sure makes me a horrible person, but I'll deal with that later - but I also just liked making him cum. It makes me wonder if I've let myself get out of tune with Owen, sexually speaking."
"It happens to married couples, doesn't it? Like, after a certain number of years things kind of go into maintenance mode unless you're actively working at it. I mean, what the fuck do I know given that I'm not married, but I feel like that's what you hear."
Harper sat to rub sunscreen into her legs and felt a touch of guilt, though not over her mini affair with Grant. Instead, the guilt was caused by the realization that she'd let her sex life with Owen slip into maintenance mode. She'd put so much effort into other areas of her life - her career in particular - and yet she'd been more than happy to let things sink into mediocrity when it came to sex. It was a disappointing realization. Owen deserved better and so did she.
"You're right," she said after what ended up being a fairly long span of silent contemplation. "I did let things go into maintenance mode with Owen. Fuck. I'd never really thought about it, but that's exactly what happened."
"Do you ever wonder if he's cheated?"
Harper shot her friend a look. "What the fuck, Hazel?"
"Yeah. Sorry. I don't know what came over me."
Harper took a deep breath. "I mean, I couldn't be mad about it, could I? Not now. Before, maybe. But not now."
"Well, you could be mad, but there would be something kind of insane about getting mad."
Harper finished with the lotion, placed the bottle on the dresser, and headed to the bathroom to wash her hands. She looked at herself in the mirror and immediately thought of Grant standing behind her. She could feel him kissing her upper back and shoulders. She could feel his hands on her waist. She could feel him pulling her hips back until his crotch was pressed against her ass. He'd done all of those things after their shower the previous day and the result had been a torrent of desire coursing through her.
Again Harper fought off the urge to cancel her surfing lesson in favor of fucking Grant. Instead, she put on her flip flops, grabbed a room key and her phone, and headed out.
Though he'd made no mention of joining her, Grant was on the beach when she arrived. Harper was so happy to see him that she practically ran into his arms for a hug and a kiss.
"I hope it's okay that I signed up for another lesson," he said.
"Of course it's okay."
"I'll be honest, I really just want to spend more time with you. There aren't many days left in our vacation."
Harper was hit with a wave of emotion that she answered by kissing Grant in a deeper manner that was probably appropriate for the beach. "I'm glad you came. I want to spend more time with you, too."
They spent the next two hours surfing and again Harper proved something of a natural at it. She felt more confident than the day before and she managed to catch quite a few more waves. Grant wasn't anywhere near as good, but he seemed to be having a great time, too, and they spent plenty of time hanging out and chatting in the water as they waited for waves to come in.
Harper couldn't help but feel like it was a damn near perfect date. It was a strange thought to have - she was a married woman, after all - but there was no denying the fact that for those two hours Grant felt very much like her boyfriend.
Afterwards, Harper and Grant headed for the beachside bar. They ordered frozen drinks - her a pina colada and him something called a hurricane - and enjoyed the ocean breeze, the beautiful view, the tropical music, and the conversation as they sat thigh to thigh at a high top table.
"I saw you asking the instructor to film you," Grant said as their drinks were nearly finished. "Did he get anything good?"
Harper had completely forgotten about the videos and she pulled them up on her phone. There were a dozen to choose from and she was really quite impressed with herself, though she tried not to say anything for fear of sounding egomaniacal.
That wasn't a worry, though, as Grant leaned over, put a hand on her thigh, and kissed her cheek before saying, "Honestly, you're amazing, Harper. Look at how good you look. Look at how fucking sexy you look, by the way, especially in the third video where it really seems like you have total control over the board and your body."
"You really think so?" she asked.
His hand moved a little further up her thigh. She had a bit of sand on her skin so his touch felt a little gritty, but it was still thrilling. "Yes, you look good in all the videos, honestly, but there's something really sexy about the ones where you really seem like you're in your element, like in a different life you would have been a pro surfer."
Harper smiled, turned to Grant, and kissed him softly. There was just a hint of tongue with the kiss and it thrilled her. His fingers moved in slow circles over her thigh and she felt her nipples get hard as her pussy dripped with desire for him.
"I do feel like I found my new favorite hobby. I'll just need to go on more vacations to actually indulge in it."
"Well, you'll have to let me know when you're going on one of those vacations."
Harper looked at him.
"Oh, sorry, I just mean...well, I don't know, I guess I just mean that I like you and I'm aware that what's happening between us will not go beyond vacation."
She smiled. "No, it's okay. I...I feel the same way. I like you, I mean. I just...I'm also married and..."
He kissed her on the cheek. "I know. I know. And next time you're probably bringing your husband on a trip like this."
"Well, he did mention that he'd be okay with me doing a girl's trip with Hazel on a regular basis, so, you know, I suppose if that became a reality I could...you know, let you know where we were going. I mean, maybe that's insane. You'll probably have a girlfriend soon enough...so it's just a fantasy. It's a nice one, though."
"It is. It really is."
Harper kissed him. She did so deeply. She lost herself in the feel of his lips against hers and the way his tongue gently explored her mouth. She lost herself in the sensations of desire coursing through her and the lovely fantasy of somehow meeting up with him once a year on a girl's trip with Hazel where she'd spend most of her time having carefree sex with Grant. It wasn't ever going to become reality, but in that moment there was something so beautiful about acting like it might actually become reality.
"Fancy a swim in the pool?" she asked.
He nodded. "Just give me a minute for...you know."
Harper knew what he meant. He had a boner and it needed a little time to go down. While they waited she sent a few of the surfing videos to Owen since he'd enjoyed them so much from the day before. She had on a different bikini, too, so she figured he might enjoy that.
Once Grant had gone soft they made their way to the resort's pool, grabbed towels and claimed two lounge chairs. They were in the water a moment later. Their time in the pool consisted of a bit of swimming, a bit of kissing, and quite a bit of Grant's arms wrapped around her as they relaxed in the shallow end.
They retreated to the lounge chairs feeling refreshed and Harper noticed a handful of replies from Owen.
He was effusive in his praise for her surfing skills and he noted that once again she looked especially good in her bikini.
"Who's the guy you're talking with?" was the last thing he'd texted.
Harper watched the videos she'd sent to Owen and noticed that each of them began with her and Grant talking as they waited for a wave to come. Harper hadn't even considered that Owen might take notice of that small detail.
"That's Grant. I met him at the first surf lesson yesterday. He's a nice guy and we got to know each other a little bit. He was there again today and so we chatted some more," she texted back.
Text made it impossible to know if Owen was feeling jealous or insecure or even suspicious that something deeper was going on. It could have been nothing of those things. He could simply have been wondering if she'd made a friend. There was no way to know, which made her feel a little nervous.
"Did Hazel not surf today?" he asked.
"No. She met a guy, actually. She was doing something with him today."
"Ah. Well, good for Hazel," he replied. "Meeting a guy on vacation must be nice. A good way to have some fun, you know?"
"Absolutely. She's having a great time with him. Josh is his name. He's actually Grant's friend."
Harper regretted the last part the moment she sent it. Owen didn't need to know that.
"Oh, wow. Is that how you met Grant?"
"Yeah," was all she texted.
"Is everything okay?" Grant asked as he reached over to rest a hand on Harper's thigh.
She turned and saw genuine concern on his face. She must have been feeling more stressed about the text chat with Owen than she thought. "Yeah. I sent Owen a few of the surf videos and he saw us talking at the start of each of them. He asked about you."
"Anything to worry about?"
Harper shook her head. "I don't think so. I mean, it's just the two of us talking. It's not like he can hear what we're saying."
Harper thought of how Grant had told her - numerous times, in fact - how sexy she looked in her bikini and how much of a turn on it was to watch her surf with such skill. She was thankful that there was no way Owen could hear them talking in a video filmed from the beach.
"I take it Hazel and Josh are having sex?" Owen texted.
Harper was taken aback by her husband's directness, but he wasn't wrong. "They are. She's spent a few nights in his room," she texted. Harper was well aware that the same thing was true of her and she felt an unexpected sense of excitement, like she was getting off on the idea of getting away with something.
"Good for her," Owen said. "Vacation sex tends to be very satisfying, doesn't it? Maybe even more so with someone she just met. It's more exciting that way, isn't it?"
"It is," Harper agreed. "She certainly seems like she's enjoying the happiness boost that comes with having good sex."
"It's probably quite relaxing, too."
Harper tensed up as she stared at Owen's last message. Did he know? Had the phone sex the night before revealed everything? That couldn't be possible. Why wouldn't Owen have said something if he could hear her having sex with Grant? Why would he have just gone along with it? And yet, it wasn't Hazel that had come on the vacation because she needed to relax, so why would Owen have used that particular word?
Despite her fear, Harper texted, "Yes, I'd say she's very relaxed."
"That's good. That's really good," Owen replied before adding, "Hey, if you're still in that bikini, any chance of a pic?"
Harper lifted the phone to take a selfie and then turned to Grant. "My husband wants a bikini pic. Would you be willing to take it?"
"Sure."
He grabbed the phone and stood to get a good angle for the photo. Harper did her best to pose like a seductive bikini model - she probably didn't quite achieve it, but that was fine - and Grant snapped a handful of pictures.
He handed the phone back to her and Harper was quite pleased with the results. She picked her favorite, attached it to her conversation with Owen, and took a deep breath. She knew full well what she was doing - sending a picture that someone else had obviously taken - and she did it anyway.
"Amazing," Owen replied. "You look so hot, Harper."
"Thank you. I feel like I'm maybe a little bit hotter when I'm relaxed and on vacation. Maybe more confident, too."
Another minute passed before Owen texted, "I just noticed that it's not a selfie. Did Hazel take the picture?"
"No, Grant did," Harper replied.
It was a huge risk. She wasn't admitting to anything, of course, but it seemed that she and Owen were engaged in something of a dance and she found it oddly exciting despite the potentially catastrophic risks.
"He took a very good picture. You seem comfortable modeling for him, too."
Harper was surprised at the sudden pounding of her heart. It wasn't nervousness, either. She was excited. "I am. He has a way of making me feel comfortable."
"You know what I thought about this morning?" Owen texted.
"No. What's that?"
"I thought about the time we rented that house on the North Carolina shore. That little out of the way place on the beach. It felt so remote and so romantic because of it. The house was on stilts and the deck was raised up and had this incredible view of the ocean and the beach," he replied.
"I remember that," Harper texted. She was almost certain she knew the specific memory Owen was talking about. She'd gone down on him on that deck. She'd given him a rather lengthy blowjob, in fact. He'd just gotten promoted, which was why they'd rented the house, and she'd stripped on the deck, gotten on her knees, and sucked his cock until he'd cum in her mouth as a reward of sorts. "I enjoyed what I did for you on the deck. How I made you feel good."
"I enjoyed that too. That kind of thing is somehow so much better on vacation than at home. I don't know why."
Harper turned to Grant. "How would you feel about going up to your room so I can suck your dick?"
"I'd be a madman to turn that down."
They got up and left the pool area as Harper texted her husband. "Can I call you in a few minutes to have the same kind of fun we had last night?"
"I'd love that," Owen replied.
Harper and Grant stepped into the elevator and she said, "I think Owen knows. I think he's into it, though. I'm not sure, but I think so."
Grant seemed a little nervous.
"I'm going to call him and then I'm going to suck your cock. He's going to listen. If he doesn't know, he'll know soon enough. If I'm right, though, he basically just asked me to blow you while he was on the phone and he's going to have the time of his life listening."
"Holy shit," Grant said. "So this is either the best or worst idea. There's no middle ground."
That's why Harper's heart was pounding so hard. "No middle ground whatsoever."
Grant smiled. "Well, I hope you're right."
She stepped closer and kissed him. "Either way, though, you get a blowjob."
He smiled again. "There is upside for me, so I'm not going to complain."
"Hey, there's upside for me too," Harper replied as she rubbed his dick through his swimsuit. "I get to have your cock in my mouth."
He moaned a little. "Yeah? That's something you like?"
She nodded. "It might be something I love, and if my husband's into listening then it's absolutely going to be something I love."
The elevator doors opened and they rushed to the room. Grant's swimsuit and t-shirt were off before the door shut completely. Harper stripped and stepped into the bathroom. She took a mirror selfie showing off her naked body.
She sent Owen the picture and texted, "I'm can't wait to suck your cock, baby."
Harper gave it half a minute and called.
"Hey," Owen said. "That picture was amazing."
"Are you naked?" she asked.
"I am."
Harper stepped into the hotel room and saw Grant sitting in the chair that was previously tucked mostly under the desk. She sauntered over with the phone in her hand and sank to her knees. She considered putting Owen on speaker, but she wanted the sounds of oral sex to be clearer, to make it more visceral.
"I'm on my knees for you," Harper said in a soft, seductive tone. "You're so hard for me."
She kissed the head of Grant's cock and Owen moaned.
"Your cock is so beautiful," Harper said while looking up at Grant. "I want to make you feel good, baby. I want to make you cum in my mouth. I want to swallow your cum."
Owen moaned and it looked like Grant might do the same, but Harper urged him to keep quiet by holding a finger against her lips. Even if Owen knew of her infidelity and was into it, Harper had no interest in being obvious about it.
Harper then kissed and licked her way from the base of Grant's cock to the tip. The sounds of kissing and licking were loud and obvious and Owen moaned a handful of times. She could hear him stroking his dick, too.
"I'm going to take you in my mouth, Owen. I'm going to suck your big cock. I'm going to make you feel good. I'm going to give you that vacation blowjob that you deserve," she said softly.
Harper took Grant's cock into her mouth and pleasured him. She looked up to hold his gaze while sucking on the head of his big, beautiful cock. She spread as much of her saliva over the head and shaft as she could because she wanted this to be a noisy blowjob. She got her free hand involved, too, stroking the slick shaft while her mouth took as much as she could.
"Fuck...Harper..." Owen said. She could hear the arousal in his voice.
"Does it feel good, baby?" she asked. "Does it feel good to have my mouth on your big cock?"
"Yes," Owen answered.
"Should I suck your balls, Owen? Would you like it if your wife took your balls in her mouth?"
He moaned. "Yes."
Harper smiled at Grant and kissed her way down his shaft. She took one of his balls in her mouth and moaned while swirling her tongue around it and sucking gently. It popped free and she took the other one in her mouth, offering the same kind of beautiful pleasure while she listened to Owen masturbate and moan.
"I love sucking your balls," she said. "I love sucking your cock. I love being on my knees for you. I love seeing the pleasure on your face, Owen. I love seeing how good my mouth makes you feel. I love knowing that you're going to cum for me, that I'm going to swallow every drop of your load."
Owen moaned louder.
Harper took Gran'ts dick in her mouth once more and sucked vigorously. She stroked, too, because she wanted Grant to cum when Owen came. She wanted to take his load in her mouth as her husband imagined her doing that very thing.
"Harper, I'm close," Owen declared.
"Cum in my mouth, baby," she said before taking Grant's cock in her mouth once more.
Harper sucked and stroked with a kind of vigor she wasn't sure she'd ever applied to a blowjob. She watched Grant's face and saw the impending orgasm. She felt his cock swell up in her mouth.
He came. He grunted in a manner that seemed utterly out of his control and then put a hand over his mouth to keep quiet. Owen unleashed a moment later and Harper wondered if he'd heard the grunt, if he knew another man was cumming in Harper's mouth in that moment.
Harper took Grant's load and listened to Owen moaning wildly. She kept her lips sealed around Grant's shaft until he'd finished and then pulled off his big cock and swallowed.
"Your cum tastes good," she said softly.
"That was amazing, Harper," Owen replied between what sounded like fairly heavy breaths. "Just amazing."
"I really enjoyed that, Owen. My pussy is soaked."
"I should let you go so you can tend to that. But thank you, Harper. That was the best orgasm I've had in a long time. I'll be thinking about you constantly."
"I love you, Owen."
"I love you too, Harper."
She hung up, kissed Grant's cock, and then stood and backed into the bed. She sat with her legs spread and Grant got the message and got on his knees in front of her. His tongue found her clit and he went to work as his fingers invaded her wet pussy.
"I'm still not sure if he knows," she said, "but I'm almost certain of it and he definitely enjoyed himself."
"So did I," Grant replied.
Harper smiled and then moaned as he rubbed her clit with his thumb. "It was so much hotter than I thought it would be." She put a hand on the back of his head to pull his mouth to her pussy. "Now make me cum."
Harper let her head fall to the bed as Grant used his tongue and fingers to provide her with a world class climax fueled by an astoundingly hot phone encounter with her husband.
She wasn't sure what would happen next, but even after her orgasm she was excited to once more indulge in the game she and Owen seemed to be playing. She wasn't sure what form it would take or when it would happen, but she was absolutely looking forward to it.
