A Hotwife in Paradise - Part 6

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Graham took Harper's hand as they walked into the restaurant. "You look stunning," he said as they waited behind another couple at the hostess stand.

Harper smiled. "You already mentioned that. A few times, in fact."

"It's worth saying as many times as you'll tolerate it."

She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Harper would have enjoyed jumping his bones right there, but that could wait until later. Graham put his arm around her and pulled Harper close as they stepped up to the hostess stand. He gave his name and soon enough they were seated on the restaurant's back patio with a spectacular view of the horizon.

"Wow," Harper said before her lips curled into a bright smile. "Graham, I'm impressed."

"Good. That's what I was hoping for."

She looked at him. "To impress me?"

Graham nodded. "I'd like to remain in your memory after this week is over, if I'm being honest, and a memorably romantic meal seems like a very good way to do that."

Something welled up inside Harper. Feeling. Real feeling. For Graham. She told herself it couldn't actually be real, that she didn't know him well enough for it to be real. It was something, though. Maybe it was just a side effect of having lots of really good sex. Whatever it was, Harper liked it.

"Do you think I'll remain in your memory?" she asked.

"Without a doubt. For a long, long time, I think."

Harper admired his good looks for a few moments and asked, "You don't strike me as someone that struggles with women."

He looked away and Harper would have sworn he grimaced for just a moment. "I'm usually pretty awkward, actually. It was different with you, though. There was...something. I don't know. It just felt easy, and it's not because you were married so it seemed like it was just harmless flirting. I just felt like we...clicked, I guess."

"We did," she agreed. "I felt it too." Harper laughed softly. "I mean, I had you in my mouth just a few hours after we met. We clearly clicked."

He laughed too and the waiter showed up with their drinks. Harper immediately lifted hers.

"A toast to clicking," he said.

The sun had retreated a little closer to the horizon as they sipped their drinks. Harper thought of that night on the beach, of kissing Graham as she moved her hips over his crotch, of his lips around her nipple, of the stiffness contained in his shorts pressing into her pelvis and igniting an orgasm that had been far better than it had any right to be, considering dry humping was what had brought it about.

"I don't think I'll ever forget you," Harper said after losing herself in that memory for a few seconds.

"I suppose you don't forget the man you cheated on your husband with."

She smiled. "It's not cheating anymore. He knows. He likes it. It was cheating, of course, but it's retroactively turned into something else."

"What has it become?"

"A passionate fling, perhaps. A vacation romance? However you want to label it, I won't forget you, Graham. I can't forget you. In fact, you'll likely be on my mind for a long, long time. My husband doesn't know you, but he won't forget you either."

Graham stared out at the ocean and sipped his drink. Harper slid her fingers over the tablecloth and took his hand in hers.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"I feel a little sad," he admitted. "Only because this will be over in a few days. I've never...I'm not delusional about what this is, but I don't think I've ever experienced this kind of thing."

"What kind of thing?"

He smiled and looked away for a moment. "The kind of thing where you meet a woman and...and fall for her in the span of a week. The kind of thing where you fall so hard, so quickly that you're absolutely certain you're going to feel genuine grief when you have to part ways. I know it's not...I know it's not love. I'm not crazy. But it's something on the road to love so I...I feel a little sad that it's going to end so soon."

Harper inched her chair closer to his and leaned in. Graham did the same and their lips met for a long, tender kiss. "I have those feelings too. There's something here. I'm not blind to it. You're not alone."

His smile was soft and sweet. "That makes me happier than you might imagine."

The waiter came over and took their orders. The sun was still a ways from its final destination, but the clouds on the horizon had turned pink and orange in a remarkably beautiful manner.

"Owen wants me to record us tonight. Audio only," she said.

"Really?"

Harper smiled and nodded. "He's really turned on at the idea of listening to us have sex. I told him I'd ask you."

"Can I get a copy of the recording?"

The question surprised her, though Harper was quickly struck by something close to joy at the idea that Graham wanted an everlasting memory of their time together. "Of course. Do you think you'll...do you think you'll listen to it?"

"I do," he said. "Frequently, if I had to guess."

An idea struck her and she went with it without thinking. "I'd be happy to let you record a video, if you wanted. Owen wouldn't have to know. You'd have to promise you'd never put it online or anything, but if you wanted something more than an audio recording to remember me by, I'd be okay with that."

"I'd never put it online. Not in a million years," he said.

Harper was suddenly rather wet at the idea of making a video with Graham. She thought of him watching it in the future, of him masturbating to his memories of her. That little fantasy was quickly followed by another that had her eyes fluttering as a deep tingling sensation spread outwards from her loins.

"I...I know this is crazy," she said, "but I want to have unprotected sex with you. Just once."

The idea was out there and Harper felt both relief and an even more potent wave of arousal wash over her. She knew it was a foolish idea. The odds of getting pregnant were low, but even low odds weren't worth it. Despite that risk, Harper wanted it. She wanted Graham to cum inside her. It bordered on a need, in fact, and in that moment her body was practically screaming at her to make it happen.

"That's...I mean, that's risky, right?" he asked.

Harper nodded. "I'm not on the pill."

"But you still want me to..."

"Yes," she said. "I want that. I shouldn't want it, but I do."

"What about your husband?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe I would tell him. Maybe I wouldn't. I know it's selfish. I know it's kind of awful. I know it's the thing that I want, though, the thing that would make me feel good, and this vacation is about making me feel good."

"Just once?" he asked.

Harper could feel the question behind the question. Would she really limit herself to just once? Would they just end up having unprotected sex for the rest of the vacation?

"Yes, just once," she replied.

Their coconut shrimp appetizer arrived. It was beautifully plated with colorful tropical flowers on either end of the rectangular white plate. Harper pulled one of the shrimp onto her plate and cut into it. She drove her fork through the crispy crust and the soft meat of the shrimp. Flavor exploded on her tongue the moment she placed it in her mouth. The crunchy texture provided a second layer of delight and Harper closed her eyes as she savored the best bite of food she'd experienced on their vacation.

Then her mind transported her to Graham's bed. He was between her legs. He was inside her. He wasn't wearing a condom. Every thrust was just as blissful as the coconut shrimp. Every thrust brought her closer to him. It deepened those feelings, the ones she wasn't fully ready to grapple with.

Harper opened her eyes and took a deep breath. She turned to see Graham smiling at her.

"The shrimp is really good, but I'm not sure it's as good as the look on your face says it is," he noted.

She laughed. "The shrimp is better than good, but you're right. I was thinking about something else, too."

"Dare I ask?"

Harper leaned closer, smiled, and said, "I've decided that you’re going to cum inside me tonight."

Graham's eyes went wide and he smiled. His lips met hers and they shared a coconut-flavored kiss. "I can't wait."

She sat back and took another bite of shrimp. It was almost as exquisite as the first and Harper found herself even more amazed with Graham's restaurant selection. The food wasn't quite as good as the view, but nothing could compete with a sunset view unlike any other.

Their conversation drifted away from sex and relationships. They talked about Graham's prospects of making partner and he shared that while he was confident he would do so, he wasn't entirely sure it was what he wanted out of life. The hours required to make partner were absurd and it wasn't as if he'd be able to significantly cut back once he'd claimed the coveted position at the firm. He'd simply get paid a great deal more for working the same number of hours.

"Have you always felt this way?" Harper asked. "I mean, did you get into law because your dad was a lawyer? Because it paid well? Because you love the law?"

He chuckled. "I don't love the law. I like the work, but I'm not one of those types that reveres the law and wants to work in the field because of that. No, I got into it because my dad's a lawyer. Your first guess was the right one. I like it, too. Don't get me wrong. It's just...maybe this sounds crazy, but meeting you has me wondering if I want my future to be all about work."

Harper was a little confused. "Can you explain?"

"Now that I've met you, I'm pretty sure that being with someone - a woman, I mean - can be the absolute best thing in life. Like I said, it's different with you, and now that I've met you, that I've spent time with you, that I've...that I've fallen for you, I also know that it can happen with another woman, that I can have this incredible thing that makes it worth pursuing something other than money and prestige with my career. Something that might give me more time to be with an incredible woman, to build something with her."

Harper was surprised at the sudden surge of jealousy she felt at the idea of Graham being with another woman. She knew she couldn't keep him, but that didn't stop her brain from conjuring the jealousy.

"We could see each other," she said.

Graham looked confused.

"Sorry. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. It's so selfish of me."

"What do you mean we could see each other?"

Harper regretted saying it. It was selfish. Despite that, she plowed ahead. "Well, I know I mentioned that Owen said that I could go on regular trips with Hazel. You could come on those trips. I'm pretty sure Owen would love it." She took a deep breath. "But one or two weeks a year doesn't make for a relationship, which is why it was selfish of me to even suggest it, so I'm sorry."

"Well, there's every chance I won't find someone," Graham replied. "Maybe I already found her and she's just married to another man. If that's the case, two weeks a year would be a gift."

Harper was awash in a confusing array of feelings. She wanted to keep Graham for herself. She wanted him to find someone to love. She wanted to kiss him. She wanted to have sex with him. She wanted him to cum inside her as a means of deepening their bond. A small part of her wanted to walk out of the restaurant and never speak to him again, mostly because venturing deeper into their relationship felt risky.

The sun reached the horizon right as dessert was served. Harper and Graham inched their chairs closer together to eat the pineapple and vanilla concoction and she insisted that they take a handful of pictures. They looked very much like a couple in them and Harper sent one off to Owen before silencing her phone. He'd likely respond and she wanted to spend the rest of dinner connected with Graham.

"I know this is all very complicated," she said later as they walked hand-in-hand out of the restaurant, "but I had a great time tonight. It was, truly, one of the most memorable meals of my life."

Graham stopped and turned towards her. He smiled and caressed her face. His head tilted and Harper closed her eyes a moment before his lips met hers. She moaned softly and couldn't help but open her mouth in hopes of his tongue dancing with hers. Graham was more than happy to oblige and they indulged in a deeply passionate kiss right there in the parking lot.

"I want you more than I can possibly explain," he said while holding her head in his hands.

"You can have me. I'm yours until I leave, Graham. I'm all yours."

They walked to the car - Graham with a bulge in his pants - and shared another kiss before she got in the passenger seat.

Harper couldn't help but give Graham a blowjob as they drove back to the hotel. She didn't go all out - his cum belonged in her pussy, not her mouth - but she felt an overwhelming desire to please him, to have him inside her in some way, so she pleasured him with her mouth as he drove.

They rushed to his room upon their arrival at the hotel. Though Harper wanted him inside her, she took the time to set up her phone to record. Graham did the same with his phone, though he was making a video.

They stripped each other naked and fell into bed together. Harper was on top. They kissed as Graham's hands moved all over her body, teasing her many erogenous zones and leaving her tingling from head to toe.

Harper's lips made their way down his body. She took her time, too, covering him with soft kisses while her fingers moved up and down his stiff shaft. He ended up in her mouth before long. She looked up at him as he closed his eyes and moaned at receiving a blowjob from the married woman between his legs.

The oral pleasure didn't last long. Harper needed him inside her. She needed his bare cock in her pussy.

She crawled forward and straddled him. She rubbed the head of his spit-soaked dick over her pussy lips. Harper sank down and Graham's unprotected cock entered her. She smiled at the pleasure of it and looked down at him.

"You feel so good inside me," she said.

Graham took her breasts in his hands as Harper began to ride him. She did so without any particular haste. Instead, Harper intended on savoring the pleasure of having unprotected sex with Graham, just as she'd savored the coconut shrimp.

"You're so beautiful," he said. "Fuck, Harper, you're so beautiful, so sexy."

She smiled as he played with her breasts. Harper rolled her head back and moaned as her clit ground against his pelvis and sent waves of pleasure through her body.

"Graham...fuck...I'm cumming!"

Harper came on his bare cock. Her body trembled and she smiled at the notion that it wouldn't be her first orgasm of the night. She could have as many as she wanted.

She collapsed on top of him afterwards and thought of the recording Owen would listen to. She kissed Graham's neck and said, "You make me cum so hard, Graham. God I love fucking you."

Graham deftly lifted Harper off of his cock and rolled her onto his back. He was between her legs a moment later. They kissed as he teased her pussy with the head of his stiff cock, though he didn't slide into her. Instead, he kissed her neck, her chest, her breasts, her stomach, her thighs. By the time his lips found hers once more, Harper was desperate to have him inside her.

"Graham, please, fuck me," she said. "I need you to fuck me. I need to feel your cock inside me."

He entered her and she moaned.

"Fuck...your cock feels so good in my pussy."

Graham began to thrust as Harper stared into his eyes. Her pussy was immediately alive with pleasure and she knew an orgasm wouldn't be far off. Sex with Graham had been great from the start, but it was better without a condom. Harper knew that the novelty of it was part of it - maybe even all of it - but in that moment she felt only the purest pleasure at his bare cock sliding in and out of her as he built towards an orgasm that would result in his cum flooding her pussy.

"Harper...I'm close," he said after several minutes of beautiful deep thrusts.

He was giving her a chance to ask him to pull out. It was kind of him and showed a remarkable level of restraint, given that every man wants to cum inside the woman he's fucking.

"Cum inside me," she said, knowing full well that her words were being recorded. "Graham, cum inside me!"

Harper had an orgasm of unparalleled strength moments after uttering those fateful words. Graham soon joined her as he buried his cock inside her, lowered his body on top of hers, and grunted and groaned in the most beautiful manner. Harper wrapped her arms and legs around him as he filled her pussy with his seed, sending wave after wave of warm, happy, deeply satisfying feelings through her body.

Graham stayed inside her for quite some time after their orgasms. They kissed. They whispered sweet nothings to each other. Harper considered over and over how good it felt to have his cum inside her and she hoped that Graham was reveling in the pleasure of being able to cum inside the woman he'd fallen for during their vacation romance.

Finally, when he'd mostly gone soft, Graham pulled out and Harper rolled over and turned off the recording as his cum leaked out of her. She grabbed her panties from the floor and held them against her pussy to prevent a massive mess in his bed.

"Are you going to send him the full recording?" Graham asked.

Harper rolled her head towards him and stared into his deep, beautiful eyes. "I don't know. I feel like I should, mostly because it seems like a mistake to lie again, like doing so would transform this back into cheating. On the other hand, what if I break his heart?"

Graham inched closer and rested a hand on her stomach. He didn't say anything, but his touch felt like the exact comfort Harper needed.

"There's a chance he loves it," she said. "I mean, I'm sure it wouldn't be a pure kind of love, but there's a chance he loves it."

Again Graham didn't say anything, which was probably the right choice. It's not like he had any business commenting on her relationship with Owen.

"I'm sending it."

Harper attached the audio file to her messages with Owen and sent it off. She set her phone on the nightstand and rolled towards Graham, who was more than happy to welcome her kiss.

"It was really good sex," she said.

"It was the best sex I've ever had," he replied.

Harper had been thinking the same thing, she but she couldn't bring herself to verbalize her agreement. Instead she smiled, caressed his face, and kissed him softly. That was enough to stir a hint of desire and that desire made it perfectly obvious that Harper would be fighting a battle with herself over the use of condoms for the rest of the trip. She only hoped she could win that battle, that she wouldn't take too much risk in the name of pursuing pleasure and connection with Graham.

Perhaps it wouldn't even come to that. Perhaps Owen would hear the audio and be completely heartbroken. Harper would know soon enough.