A Hotwife in Paradise - Part 9

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"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We've begun our descent and we expect to touch down in a little over twenty minutes. Please buckle your seat belts and remain seated until we've reached the gate."

Harper gripped the arm rests tight enough that her knuckles turned white and she continued to do so until Hazel rested a hand on hers.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

Harper let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding in. "I don't know. I didn't think I'd be nervous, but I'm really nervous."

"He knows everything, right?"

Hazel was referring to Owen, Harper's husband. And yes, he knew everything. He knew she'd spent her week on vacation fucking another man. He knew she'd developed feelings for that man. He knew she'd had unprotected sex with that man. Owen was well aware of everything that had unfolded while Harper was de-stressing in paradise and he seemed okay with all of it, but she was suddenly overcome with nerves at the prospect of seeing him again.

"Did you and Grant fuck this morning?" Hazel asked.

Harper turned to see a delighted smile on her friend's face. She couldn't help but return the gleeful look as some of her nerves melted away. "We did. Twice, actually. Once in bed and once in the shower. I couldn't help myself."

Grant's tongue had woken Harper that morning. He'd crawled under the covers and pulled her panties aside. He was busy working her towards an orgasm when her eyes opened. His cock was inside her not long after. He was good with his tongue, but she wanted him to fuck her, and so he did.

They relaxed in bed for a while after, ordered room service, ate it out on the deck while enjoying the ocean view, and then showered together. They fucked again, this time with Grant sliding into her from behind. It had been slow and beautiful and ended with him cumming deep inside her once more. Her pussy tingled as she sat on the plane and thought about it. Then she was hit with a gentle pang of grief at the idea that it would be quite some time before she saw Grant again.

"Did you fuck Josh this morning?" Harper asked, referring to Hazel's vacation boyfriend.

"I did. Twice. Though we used condoms. I'm not insane, after all."

It was a fair criticism. Harper had persisted in risking that Grant would get her pregnant. She'd done so with Owen's blessing, though, which spoke to the depth of the pleasure they both felt at her infidelity-turned-romance.

"Are you going to keep seeing him?" Harper asked.

Hazel smiled and nodded. "We're going to do the long distance thing for a while. If it works, if we still like each other, one of us will consider moving."

Harper was stunned. "No kidding. Look at you acting like a grown up."

Hazel playfully pushed her shoulder and then a giddy look crossed her face. "I really like him."

"It was a good vacation, wasn't it?"

"The best I've ever been on. No question."

"If everything works out, maybe we can all make it a regular thing. You, me, Grant, Josh. We can get together in paradise once a year for a week of surfing and sex."

Hazel laughed. "Well, I don't like surfing so I'll skip that part, but I'm totally on board for a yearly tropical retreat for sex, tanning poolside, and lots of blended drinks."

It was a nice thought, though Harper wasn't sure if it was rooted in any kind of reality. Yes, Owen had been on board - and excited by - her romance with Grant, but there was every chance that it would all fall apart when she re-entered the real world, which she understood was the source of her nervousness. There was every chance her life was about to blow up, that she'd spent a week in a fantasy land and had ruined her marriage and family as a result.

Those nerves remained as they landed and got off the plane. They got worse as they neared the baggage claim.

"Would you like me to stick with you just in case Owen loses his shit?" Hazel asked as they descended the escalator towards the baggage claim area.

"No. Even if he's mad, Owen's not like that. You don't have to hang out. I appreciate the offer, though. You're a good friend."

Hazel put an arm around her and pulled Harper close. Then she kissed her on the cheek. "I love you, Harper. It was good to see you actually cut loose, have fun, and relax this week. I hope you stick to your resolution to quit your job and find a less stressful vocation."

"That's one thing I'm absolutely certain of," she replied. "I already quit, actually."

Hazel seemed stunned. "Really?"

Harper nodded.

"Good for you! Harper, honestly, that's the best news. If nothing else comes out of this week, at least you've made the decision to actually put your health before your work. I'm so happy for you!"

Harper was soon on the receiving end of a tight hug from her friend. It went on long enough that they both nearly toppled over once they reached the bottom of the escalator.

"Oh, shit," Hazel said with a laugh. "Sorry about that."

Harper wheeled her carry-on behind her and fell silent as she walked towards the baggage claim while searching for Owen. It was crowded, but she got worried when she didn't immediately see him. Was he mad enough that he'd decided not to pick her up? 

Then she spotted him. He was holding a bouquet of flowers. Peonies, in fact. Harper's favorite flowers. She stopped as a wave of emotion washed over her. Owen wasn't mad. He was happy to see her. He wanted her to be happy to see him.

She released her grip on her carry-on and ran towards him. He opened his arms and she fell into a hug. He held her tight and a handful of tears trickled down her cheeks.

"Whoah," he said. "Are you okay?"

"I'm just so happy to see you, and I'm so happy that you're not mad at me."

He laughed. "Of course I'm not mad at you. I love you, Harper."

She stepped back and wiped the tears from her cheek before as a big, bright smile crossed her face.

"Hazel, it's good to see you," Owen said as he looked over his wife's shoulder.

"You too, Owen," she replied. "Harper, you left this."

Harper laughed and took her friend into a hug as she grabbed the carry-on that Hazel had helpfully rescued after Harper abandoned it.

"I'll leave you to it," Hazel said. "We'll talk soon, okay?"

Harper nodded. "Yes, absolutely."

Hazel walked away and Harper turned to her husband. "The flowers are so beautiful."

"So are you," he said. "More beautiful than ever, in fact. I guess a week of good sex will do that to a woman, though."

Harper felt a sense of guilt that probably wasn't necessary, at least based on the look on Owen's face. He was happy for her. He was in love with her. He was, in fact, looking at her in a fairly lustful manner.

"I missed you like crazy," he said. "Though, in a way, I got to spend a fair amount of time with you."

She gave him a curious look.

"The audio and video you sent me. I spent a lot of time with it. I didn't spend my week having sex like you did, but I did spend a good part of my week getting off to my wife, which was pretty damn good."

It was a strange conversation to be having in the airport baggage claim, and yet Harper was thoroughly aroused as she thought of Owen masturbating to the audio and video recordings she'd sent to him. Plus there was the live call where she'd given Grant a blowjob while on the phone with her husband.

"Let's get my suitcase," she said.

They kissed like teenagers as they waited for her suitcase to arrive. Owen couldn't keep his hands off of her and Harper felt impossibly sexy despite a long flight. He wasn't shy about grabbing her ass in her sundress and even managed to get a handful of her breasts on a few occasions. All of it left Harper happy and turned on, which is why she'd decided they'd be having sex in the car, that the hour drive home was far too long to wait.

The car was on the third floor of the parking garage. On one side was a massive SUV and on the other a sleek Audi. Owen loaded her luggage into the trunk and Harper pulled him close for a kiss the moment he'd finished. As their tongues mingled her hand found its way between his legs and she stroked his stiff cock, eliciting a moan into her mouth.

"I want you," she said. "In fact, I need you, Owen. I need you inside me. Right now."

"Really?" he asked.

"Yes. Right now."

Harper crawled into the backseat and took off her panties. Owen joined her and she unzipped his pants the moment he shut the door. His cock was free just a few seconds later and she took him in her mouth.

"Oh, fuck, Harper."

Her head bobbed up and down as she gave her husband a blowjob. She thought of Grant, of course. She thought of how much she'd enjoyed sucking his cock. She thought of how it had been years since she'd enjoyed giving a blowjob before she had Grant in her mouth that night on the beach. Then it occurred to her that she was thoroughly enjoying having Owen in her mouth in that very moment.

It wasn't a long blowjob. Harper needed him inside her. She straddled Owen and reached down to guide his dick between her slick pussy lips.

"Fuck, I'm so wet for you," she said.

Harper sank down on him. She took every inch of him inside her. They kissed and her tongue swirled in his mouth as his hands cupped her breasts in the sundress and applied just the right amount of pressure, enhancing the pleasure of having him inside her.

Gripped by a desire to arouse and satisfy her husband, Harper lifted the dress over her head and took off her bra. Owen smiled and took her bare breasts in his hands. She rode him a little faster as the delight of fucking him in a car worked its way through her body.

"Harper...fuck...this feels so good. Your pussy feels so good."

She rode him faster. She wanted him to cum inside her. She was desperate for it.

Owen grabbed her ass and squeezed it tight. Harper kissed him. She offered her tongue. She pushed it deep into his mouth. She ran her fingers through his hair and unleashed a beautiful, muffled moan.

"Cum in me," she said breathlessly. "Owen, baby, cum in me. Cum in my pussy!"

They came together. Harper couldn't hold back and she unleashed her orgasm. She pressed her hands against the roof of the car and screamed in pleasure. Owen grabbed her ass tight and grunted and groaned as he released inside her. It was the best possible version of a homecoming. It was everything Harper had wanted and a little more. It was, in other words, perfect.

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"Are you sure about this?" Harper asked. "Are you absolutely certain you're okay with this?"

Owen smiled and nodded. "I am, Harper. You have nothing to worry about."

A small suitcase waited by the door. Harper's purse was slung over her shoulder and the car keys dangled in her hand. "I'm sorry. I just...you're the most important thing in my life, Owen. You and our family. I don't want to risk that. I don't want you agreeing to this just because it's something you think I need."

He stepped closer and rested a hand on her stomach. "Harper, you're having his baby. He deserves to be a part of your life. Of our life. It's probably going to be messy and complicated, but he deserves that."

"We don't know if it's his baby," she said. "You came inside me more than he did."

Owen smiled and kissed her neck. "The doctor said the date of conception was while you were on vacation. I know there's room for error there, but it's safe to assume that you're having Grant's baby. He deserves to know. He deserves to be a part of your life. He deserves to spend some time with the woman...with the woman he loves."

Two months had passed since Harper's vacation and she'd come to recognize the very unique form of arousal that Owen experienced when thinking about her and Grant. His pupils got wide. The sudden need for a breath often interrupted his speech. His cheeks got just a little bit red.

"It's nice to be loved by two men," she said.

Owen's hand moved to her waist and then the small of her back. They kissed as he held her close. She leaned against the door and put a hand on the back of his head to keep him close as their tongues entwined.

"Is it nice to love two men?" Owen asked.

"Yes. Better than I ever imagined." He ran a hand down her leg and under the bottom of her dress. His fingers danced over her thigh as they moved towards her pussy. "Thank you for letting me love him, for letting me have feelings for both of you. Thank you for being an amazing husband, Owen."

His fingers moved into her panties and her pussy. He rubbed her clit and bathed himself in her wetness as Harper closed her eyes and moaned.

"It's my pleasure," he said. "Believe me, it is. Will you make videos for me this weekend?"

"Of course I will," she replied. "You know I want to take care of you."

Owen was hard as a rock and Harper considered letting him fuck her. It was a two hour drive to the hotel she was meeting Grant at and his cum likely would have leaked out of her by then. Still, Grant wasn't into the same things Owen was into and wouldn't have appreciated that her pussy still had some of another man's cum inside her.

"Do you want a blowjob?" Harper asked.

Owen smiled. "No. I want to get you hot and bothered. I want you dripping wet the entire time you're driving to meet him."

Harper had considered having Grant stay at a nearby hotel, but she wanted the freedom to go out with him, and that wouldn't be doable in their hometown. Two hours away, though, was more than enough distance for Harper to feel safe being another man's girlfriend for a long weekend.

"Plus, I want to be hot and bothered. I want to be out of my mind by the time you send me the video you film tonight."

Harper kissed him as he continued to work her pussy with his fingers.

"What should I do first?" she asked. "Should I suck his dick and swallow his cum? Should I ride his cock in this pretty dress? Should I get naked, get in the bed, spread my legs, and beg him to cum in my pregnant pussy?"

Owen was so turned on that it seemed he couldn't summon the words, not right away, at least.

"The last one. Missionary lovemaking. Him cumming in your pregnant pussy."

Harper was just about to cum, so she grabbed her husband's wrist and he pulled his fingers from her pussy. They were in her mouth a moment later as she held his gaze and gleefully sucked her juices off his flesh.

"I love you, Owen," she said. "I'm the luckiest woman in the world."

"I love you too, Harper. Enjoy your weekend with Grant and remember, I'm flexible here. I think we can make just about anything work. It might take some doing, but talk it over with Grant and see what he wants the future of all this to look like."

Harper kissed him and they headed outside. She didn't need Owen’s help with her suitcase, but she liked that he wanted to walk her out. She liked the way he held her as they hugged. She liked the way he kissed her so deeply.

Then she was off to her rendezvous with her boyfriend. She hadn't seen Grant in person - they'd FaceTimed - since the vacation and she was out of her mind with excitement. He knew she was pregnant and that it might be his baby, but they hadn't talked at length about it since Harper hadn't known about the pregnancy for all that long.

There was so much to talk about. So much to figure out. So much incredible sex to have over a long  weekend.

Harper felt like a new woman. She'd quit her job. She was interviewing for new positions. She was pregnant. She was in love with two men. Life was full of possibility at the moment and that was exactly what Harper needed.

The End.