A Hotwife in Paradise - Part 5

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Harper's hands moved over Grant's back as they kissed. His skin was warm and she liked the feel of his muscles as he held himself up while grinding against her. Her panties barred his cock from her pussy, though Harper's body was screaming at her to remove that barrier and let him inside her.

"Put on a condom," she said.

Grant reached for the box. "Fuck. We're all out."

Harper turned her head. "We've already gone through a box?"

They'd fucked quite a lot in four days, but going through an entire box had surprised her. It spoke to how good the sex was, though, and how Harper had lost herself in the pleasure of fucking someone other than her husband.

"Let me run down to the lobby. The sundries shop has condoms," Grant said.

He climbed off of Harper and grabbed his shorts from the floor. She was in his lap before he could put them on, though. She kissed him deeply and he tossed the shorts aside and ran his hands up her back.

"I don't want to wait," she said softly. "And we don't need to fuck to feel good. Let me suck your dick."

That wasn't how she normally talked. She was a different woman on vacation, though. She liked that, too. It made all of it so much hotter.

Harper got off his lap, sank to her knees, and took his underwear off. His dick was in her mouth a moment later.

"Oh, fuck, Harper..."

She liked sucking Grant's dick. She'd done it quite a bit, starting with that first night when she'd completely surrendered to what had felt like a destructive desire at the time. Now, though, Harper was damn near certain her husband knew about her affair and was on board with it. She'd blown Grant while on the phone with Owen - without explicitly saying that's what she was doing - and Owen had masturbated while listening. He knew. He had to have known.

As she sucked his cock, Harper reached back and lowered her panties. She rubbed her pussy and moaned around the throbbing dick in her mouth. The sweet taste of precum danced on her tongue and she was soon overwhelmed with desire.

That desire led Harper to stand. It led her to straddle Grant. It led her to take him inside her.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Just don't cum," she said.

Harper rode him. They kissed. His hands moved over her back and grabbed her ass. She felt her orgasm building. Grant was moaning wildly. Her bare pussy must have felt good. Maybe even a great deal better than good.

His cock felt better. It was always better without a condom. This was different than fucking Owen bareback, though. This was a great deal hotter. Harper knew it was the danger of it that turned her on. Some part of her understood that pursuing that danger-based pleasure was deeply unwise, that it was the sort of thing that people who didn't have their shit together did with regularity.

"Harper..."

Grant was getting close. He had to have been. Harper was getting close too, though, and she wanted to cum with his cock inside her.

She didn't, though. As hot as it was, Harper lifted her hips and dropped to her knees right before Grant came. She took him in her mouth and received his cum. She ran her tongue over the head of his cock as he filled his room with a wild series of grunts and groans.

Harper swallowed his cum and sat back as she smiled up at him.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I couldn't last. It was so fucking hot. It felt so good to be inside you like that."

He helped her to her feet, picked her up, and set her in the bed. He kissed his way down her body and tended to her pussy with his tongue and fingers. Soon enough, Harper was writhing in the bed as she climaxed while thinking about how hot it would have been to have him cum inside her.

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"I almost did something colossally stupid today," Harper announced as she and Hazel settled into a pair of lounge chairs that were submerged into six inches of water at the end of one of the resort's massive pools.

"That seems to be a theme of this vacation," Hazel replied with a smile.

"It does, doesn't it?"

It struck Harper that she'd never been someone who surrendered to her impulses, that she'd always been the kind of person to think everything through, to ponder each decision from every possible angle before making the choice that seemed most rational. She'd eschewed all of that on this vacation, though, and the result had been a relief of so much of the stress that had done such damage to her health.

"Are you going to share, or just stare off into the distance?"

Harper laughed. "Right. Sorry. I had unprotected sex with Grant this morning and I very nearly let him cum inside me."

"Jesus Christ, Harper!"

A few other pool goers looked their way, though with good reason. Hazel had most certainly had used an alarmingly loud voice for her exclamation.

Hazel offered an apologetic wave to a chubby middle aged woman directing an offended stare their way. "What the fuck is her problem?" she asked in a whisper. "You know what? Who cares about her? That was pretty stupid of you, though. I mean, you're not on birth control, right?"

Harper shook her head. "No, which is why I didn't let him cum inside me. I got pretty close, though, and that was not smart of me. I lost myself, though. It's like how it used to be when I was young and stupid. I was just so...well, I suppose I was just so horny. You know?"

Hazel raised her glass - they'd gotten cocktails before coming to the pool, of course - and said, "Here's to the joy of being horny and feeling young and stupid again."

Harper smiled and raised her glass. It was nice to have a friend that had very little interest in making her feel guilty, though Hazel could afford to be that way because she understood that Harper was likely to do more than enough of making herself feel guilty.

"Is it bad that I really want him to cum inside me?" Harper asked.

"Yes, Harper, it's bad. I know I'm the carefree friend and everything, but that's bad. Even if Owen is maybe, probably on board with what you're doing here, I really doubt he'd be on board with you coming home pregnant with another man's baby, you know?"

"Yeah, no, you're right. You are."

They sat silently for a short spell and then Hazel looked over at her and asked, "You're thinking about it right now, aren't you?"

Harper nodded. "And I'm really turned on, too. What the fuck is wrong with me?"

"Honestly, I don't know. I think this might be the first time I've ever seen this side of you. This wild, unpredictable, chaotic side. I mean, obviously that side of you came out the first night when you ended up sucking a relative stranger's cock on the beach, but you know, this feels extra chaotic."

Harper closed her eyes and thought of the blowjob she'd given Grant that night. She'd just had an orgasm grinding in his lap and she'd been so eager to satisfy him. His orgasm had felt almost as good as hers. Well, not really, but it had felt really good to make him cum. The way it does when you're really into someone, when making them feel good is really, really important to you. Harper wondered if her desire to have Grant cum inside her was at least partly because she knew it would feel really fucking good for him, too, and there was a very good chance that their relationship would be coming to an end in a few days when she and Hazel boarded a plane home.

"How are things with you and Josh?" Harper asked.

Hazel was all smiles. "Great. I really like him and he's really good in bed." She turned to her friend. "I think we both got pretty lucky on this vacation, actually. We met a pair of handsome, generous, skilled men and we've had a shitload of fun."

Harper raised her glass and Hazel did the same. "To a few more days of fun."

"To a few more days of fun!"

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Harper turned to the side, held up her phone, and snapped yet another mirror selfie. It was the fifth she'd taken and in this one she was wearing a sundress with a red and white floral pattern that she'd bought just a few hours ago at a local shop. The rest of the dresses were ones she'd packed.

Harper sent all five images to Owen and added, "I'm going to dinner tonight and I was hoping you could help me pick out which dress to wear."

Grant was taking her to dinner. They were leaving the resort of the first time. It had been his idea. He'd booked them a table at a restaurant renowned for both its food and its unparalleled sunset views. The whole thing had the feel of a real date, of a bit of romance, and Harper couldn't help her excitement.

"It would be awfully hard to take my eyes off of you in that red and white dress," Owen replied. "Are you hoping that whoever you're going to dinner with will have a hard time doing anything other than staring at you?"

Harper was delighted at the sudden pounding of her heart. Owen's seeming excitement at her infidelity - she wasn't sure if it could still be called that, but it fit - was a  surprising addition to her vacation, as was the excitement Harper felt at playing to her husband's newfound desire.

"The restaurant we're going to is renowned for its remarkable sunset views, but I suppose I wouldn't mind if my dinner companion had a hard time doing anything other than staring at me," she replied.

"Then you should definitely wear the red and white dress. He won't be able to take his eyes off of you, Harper."

It was the first time Owen had fully acknowledged that Harper was seeing another man on vacation. She was surprised at how thrilling it felt.

"I'm hoping he won't be able to keep his hands off of me, either," she texted.

"That dress will accomplish both those goals. Will you be wearing anything underneath the dress?"

"I have some options. Would you like to see those?"

"I would."

Harper set her phone down and took off the dress. She hadn't packed any lingerie, though she had a few bra and panty sets that looked quite nice. She was a woman that liked to invest in quality underwear, after all.

Harper had bought a little something while she was out, though. It was a bodysuit made from the most delicate black lace. She'd seen it in store where she bought the dress. She'd run her fingers over the material and had been utterly enamored with it from the moment she touched it. Though Harper hadn't gone out looking to buy lingerie to wear for Grant, she'd splurged on it and she loved that she was going to model it for Owen.

Harper put on the bodysuit, found the right angle for showing it off in the bathroom mirror, and took a picture.

"I was thinking of wearing this under the dress," she texted. "I was thinking I might do a little striptease for him to reveal it."

"Will your striptease include a little bit of a lap dance?"

Harper smiled. "That's a good idea. I should give him a lap dance so I can feel him get hard for me."

"I'm hard for you."

"Let me see."

Owen sent a picture. He was in his boxers and he was very hard.

"I'm wet," she texted. "But it's hard to show that in a picture. Would you like to hear how wet I am, though?"

"Yes."

Harper called her husband and rushed to the bed.

"Hey, baby," he said.

She unsnapped the bodysuit at her crotch and began to masturbate. She moaned. "It's good to hear your voice."

"Are you alone?"

"I am. It's just me in the room. Hazel is tanning by the pool. I told her I wanted a little time to take those pictures I sent you."

"Because you have a date tonight at a romantic restaurant?"

"Yes, because he's taking me on a date tonight at a romantic restaurant with the most beautiful sunset views. That's why I bought that new dress. That's why I bought the lingerie. I want to be irresistible to him. I want him to crave me all night."

Owen was masturbating. Harper could hear it.

"I'm going to hold the phone by my pussy, Owen. I want you to hear how wet I am."

She moved the phone towards her crotch. She fingered herself deeply - the wetness was loud and obvious - and then rubbed herself vigorously. There were droplets on her phone screen when she brought it to her ear again.

"Did you hear that?"

"I did," he answered. He'd lubed himself in some way because his cock sounded slick as he stroked himself.

"Does it turn you on, Owen? Do you like that I got wet trying on clothes for my date with him?"

"Fuck...yes..."

He moaned. He was masturbating furiously. He must have been in full pursuit of an orgasm.

"He's going to fuck me in that lingerie, Owen. After our date. I'm going to do a striptease for him. I'm going to give him a lap dance. I'm going to strip to that lingerie and suck his beautiful cock and then he's going to fuck me to multiple orgasms."

"Fuck, I'm cumming!"

Harper closed her eyes and climaxed right along with her husband. She thought of Grant, though. She thought of his body on top of hers, of his cock moving in and out of her while she held him close. She thought of him cumming inside her, which made the orgasm better even though she knew she couldn't indulge in that particular fantasy.

"Well, thank you for that," Owen said. "I can't believe how hot that was."

"I know."

A silence fell between them and Harper worried that it was all about to come crashing down in the aftermath of their orgasms.

"Hey, this might be a really weird thing to ask about, but is there any chance you could, I don't know, record what happens tonight? Just the sound, actually. Not video." Owen asked.

Harper was genuinely surprised by his request, which was why she was silent for a few seconds before saying, "Uh, yes, actually. I'll have to ask him, of course, but you know, he's been on board so far so I don't see why it would be a problem. Do you want me to send it to you afterwards?"

"I'd love that, yeah."

Harper was still surprised, but in the best way possible. "Okay, well, I'll record what happens tonight, then."

"I love you, Harper."

"I love you too, Owen."

"Have fun tonight."

The call ended and Harper closed her eyes and set her phone down. She took a moment to appreciate how surreal her vacation had become. Then her mind wandered to what might happen when she got home. Would she and Owen forget that she'd fucked someone else on vacation? Would it be something they fought about? Would it be something that became a part of their sex life in some way?

Those were questions for another day, though. Harper had to get ready for her dinner date. She wanted to look irresistible, after all.