A Hotwife in Paradise - Part 3

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Harper woke up to sunshine on her face and the distant sound of ocean waves lapping at the sand. She smiled. She was in paradise.

She wasn't in her room, though. It took a moment to remember that she was in Grant's room, that she'd surrendered to her desire and had sex with him the day before. Twice, in fact.

The balcony door was open and the breeze gently moved the curtains enough that Harper could see Graham sitting in a white wicker chair with what looked to be a cup of coffee in his hand.

She sat up and noted that she was completely naked. Harper glanced left to see her underwear on the floor. She reached for them but abandoned that idea in favor of plucking a robe from Grant's closet. She wrapped her naked body in it, tied it at the waist, and poured herself a cup of coffee from the carafe resting on the TV stand.

"May I join you?" she asked while stepping onto the balcony.

Grant turned her way and smiled. "Of course."

His smile made her stomach flutter. She felt like a teenager when her crush smiles at her. Grant was more than a crush, though. He was a sexual partner. He was the man she was now cheating on her husband with. Harper put those thoughts out of her head, though, and focused on the fact that she felt completely free of stress, which was the purpose her vacation.

She pulled the second wicker chair closer to Grant's and dropped into it. He reached over, took her hand in his, and brought the back of it to his lips for a soft kiss.

"You're extraordinary," he said.

She smiled. "You're just saying that because I made you cum twice yesterday."

He laughed. "Well, I won't deny that you're extraordinary in bed, Harper, but that's not entirely what I was talking about."

"I know. I guess I sometimes have a habit of deflecting compliments."

He kissed the back of her hand again. "Fair enough. It's probably part of what makes you such a hard-charging, successful person, though I'm sure it's also somehow tied into all that stress that's tearing you apart."

He was right, of course. Harper knew that about herself. The problem was her inability to upend that cycle. She strived to prove herself and yet she regularly refused to take even a moment to appreciate her accomplishments, or to accept compliments from handsome, successful men like Grant, or like her husband Owen, for that matter.

"You know, when I was putting on this bathrobe, I imagined myself finishing my coffee, standing up, letting the bathrobe fall to the ground, and then getting on my knees in front of you and pleasuring you until you'd cum in my mouth," Harper said as Grant stared at her lips. "But I suppose that might just be me striving too hard to be successful at satisfying a man I've grown to like quite a bit in the past few days."

"Well, I mean, I'm no expert, so there’s no need to make my word for anything regarding your stress," Grant replied with a smile. "So, you know, if you feel the need to do something like that, don't let me stop you."

Harper laughed and leaned over to kiss him. His hand moved to her face and he rested it there. That prompted her to part her lips and his coffee-flavored tongue moved into her mouth, igniting a firestorm of lust between her legs.

She wasn't finished with her coffee, though, so Harper leaned back and took a sip with the fluttering of desire ripping through her body.

"Surfing lessons today?" she asked.

"Absolutely," he replied. "Hazel and Josh will be joining us. 11 a.m. I believe."

Harper glanced back into the room at the digital clock on the nightstand. They had a little more than three hours to get showered and have breakfast, which was plenty of time, which meant she could follow through on her plan to pleasure Grant with her mouth. Yes, Harper was copying what Hazel had done for Josh the morning after their first night together, but Hazel was well-attuned to how to excite and please a man and she was an excellent model to follow.

Harper finished her coffee, set the mug on the ground, and stood. She stepped in front of Grant, untied the robe and opened it to show her naked body. He leaned forward and ran a hand up her inner thigh, over her pussy lips, and up her taut stomach until he'd gently grasped one of her breasts.

"You're extraordinary, Harper," he said.

"So are you."

She dropped the robe and felt just a hint of nervousness that someone might be watching from another room. Harper then fell to her knees and untied Grant's swimsuit - he'd apparently picked it up off the floor instead of his underwear - and pulled it down to his ankles.

"I want you to cum in my mouth," she said.

Grant smiled and then moaned as she took his half hard cock between her lips. She thought of Owen while blowing the man she'd decided was going to be her lover for the duration of her time in the Caribbean. She couldn't remember the last time she'd made her husband cum in her mouth. She resolved to do so when she got home. It wouldn't wash away the guilt, but she knew Owen would appreciate a blowjob.

Then Harper's husband was gone from her mind and Grant was all she thought about. She sucked him slowly, using one hand to stroke his slick shaft while the other moved under his shirt and over his stomach and chest. She made plenty of eye contact, too, and found great pleasure in the intense lust she saw in his eyes.

It wasn't a long blowjob, which Harper found thrilling. He was turned on enough by her - and her mouth - that he couldn't hold back. He came hard in her mouth and the load was quite voluminous. Harper nearly lost some of it when the taste got a bit overwhelming, but she kept it all in her mouth and swallowed. Men liked it when a woman swallowed their cum. Harper knew that and she was surprised by how strong her desire was to give Grant that small gift.

"Extraordinary," Grant said with a smile.

Then he leaned forward and kissed her. There was no tongue, but Harper was surprised by the kiss nonetheless. She liked it, though. She liked it a lot.

"How about we switch places?" he asked. "I'm quite good with my mouth, too."

Harper wasn't going to turn down that offer. Soon enough she was sitting in the chair and Grant was on his knees using his tongue, lips, and fingers to bring her to an extraordinary orgasm of her own.

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Harper had never stepped on a surfboard before, but she proved better at it than any of the eight people that attended the lesson, Grant included. She was far from an expert, of course, but she picked up the techniques with relative speed and was the first to actually stand up and ride a wave.

By the time the two hour lesson was over, Harper felt like she had an understanding of why so many people were utterly in love with surfing as there was nothing quite like the sense of elation she felt when standing up and riding a wave for as long as possible.

Hazel was so impressed she took multiple videos and a wealth of pictures of Harper surfing. Grant and Josh were impressed, too, and Harper could see them cheering from the shore as she managed to catch a fairly sizable wave and take it for a lengthy ride before it overwhelmed her.

Harper had such a good time that she booked another lesson for the next day and she couldn't resist sending the videos to Owen to show him that she was taking full advantage of the vacation he'd insisted she take.

His replies were enthusiastic to say the least and Harper couldn't help but feel guilty as she read them while sitting next to Grant on the beach. Then he leaned over and kissed her neck and that guilt was almost entirely washed away by desire.

"Josh knows, by the way," Grant said as Harper tucked her phone into her towel.

She laughed. "I know. I mean, how could he not know? I'm sure he knew yesterday. It doesn't matter."

"Does that mean I can kiss you?"

Harper turned her head and nodded. Grant's lips found hers and they shared a deep kiss there on the beach. There were people all around - including Josh and Hazel - but they all fell away and it was just Harper and Grant. It was his hand on her leg. It was his tongue in her mouth. It was that incredible fluttering sensation working its way through her body and leaving her with an intense desire for the man who'd become her vacation fling.

"God, you're such a good kisser," she said.

He laughed softly and rested his forehead against hers. Harper closed her eyes as Grant reached up and caressed her face. "It feels so good to kiss you, to touch you, to be near you."

They kissed again, this time just as deeply as they last. Harper's bikini bottoms were still damp from her time in the ocean, but she could sense the wetness between her legs, the wetness that was her body's way of saying it wanted Grant inside her.

"Let's go back to your room," she said. "Right now, in fact."

"I just need a minute."

She gave him a curious look and he glanced towards his crotch. Harper smiled. He was hard and it wouldn't work to walk to the hotel with an erection.

Harper's phone dinged. Owen wanted to talk. He'd promised he wouldn't bother her with anything while she was on vacation, but he missed her and he just wanted to hear about the fun she'd been having with Hazel.

Harper called him.

"Hey honey," he said.

"Hey."

"So surfing, huh? I honestly never would have guessed you'd take surfing lessons. You looked amazing, though, like you were always meant to be on a surfboard."

She smiled. It was good to hear his voice. "I know, right? It was an incredible experience. There's something...I know this doesn't sound like me, but there was something kind of magical about being up on the board, about those brief moments where it felt like I was gliding over the top of the water. It was kind of an out of body experience in the best way possible."

Harper briefly considered that getting fucked by Grant had felt like an out of body experience, too. There had been moments where it felt like she was simply floating as his cock moved in and out of her. She'd attributed that to the overwhelming pleasure of it, though she was well aware that fucking Grant was very much a way of escaping her real life and becoming someone entirely different for a little while. It was probably an unhealthy way to manage her stress, but it was working exceptionally well.

"Watching those videos made me feel like it's kind of a shame we don't live close to a surfing spot," Owen said.

"I know, right? I think it just means we'll have to take more tropical vacations, though?"

"Yeah? You think this trip might turn you into a fan of going on vacation?"

Harper thought of Grant going down on her that morning. She thought of looking out at the ocean as a skilled man tended to her pussy with his tongue and fingers. She thought of putting a hand on the back of Grant's head while she came as the waves lapped at the sand several stories below his balcony. She imagined doing that same thing with Owen and it put a smile on her face.

"If nothing else, this trip has accomplished that, Owen, and I have to thank you for that."

Harper felt Grant's hand on her leg. She looked over to see him smiling, though she thought there was a hint of jealousy in his eyes. It surprised her, though maybe it shouldn't have.

She should have moved Grant's hand from her leg. It was wrong to talk to her husband while indulging in the intimate touch of another man. Harper didn't move it, though. Instead, she smiled at Grant and he moved his fingers a little further up her thigh.

"I really am grateful that you insisted I go on this vacation, Owen," she said while holding Grant's gaze. "I guess I won't really know for sure until I get home, until I'm back in the groove of real life, but I think this trip might be life changing for me."

Grant leaned in and kissed her neck. Harper bit her lip to prevent a moan from escaping. It was wrong. It was so wrong to let Grant kiss her while she was on the phone with Owen. The fluttering was going wild, though. She felt it in her stomach, in her loins, in her chest. Her nipples were hard. Her pussy was soaked. Her fingers and toes were tingling a little.

"I want you, Harper," Grant whispered into her ear.

Her heart skipped a beat, both from an intense fear that Owen would hear and from an equally intense level of arousal coursing through her body.

"I'm really glad to hear that, Harper," Owen said. "And we can absolutely go on tropical vacations and get you on a surfboard when we do. Hell, you can make this a yearly tradition with Hazel if you want. I mean, lots of women do girl's trips, right? I can see the value in that."

Harper closed her eyes as Grant's fingers moved closer to her pussy. He kept kissing her neck, too, and she felt dangerously close to moaning into her phone as her desire threatened to get the best of her.

"That's very nice of you, Owen," she managed to reply. "You're a remarkably generous man, you know that? And I'm a very lucky woman."

He was quiet for a few moments before saying, "I'm the lucky one, Harper."

Harper turned to Grant and let the hand holding her phone fall to her side. She kissed him. She lured his tongue into his mouth. She moaned as quietly as she could as his hand moved to her stomach and ventured upwards until it was resting right beneath her breast. It all happened so fast and part of Harper felt terrible for sharing such a passionate kiss with another man while on the phone with her husband, but desire had blinded her to any sense of reason.

"I miss you," Owen said as she raised the phone to hear ear once more. "I don't mean to make you feel guilty or anything, but I just wanted to say that I miss you."

"I miss you too," she replied.

"And also I wanted to say that you look incredible in that bikini."

Harper smiled. It was an exceptional bikini and she liked that Owen had taken note of it in the surfing video Hazel had filmed.

"Yeah?" she asked in what she hoped was a flirtatious manner.

"Yeah. You looked really hot. Like, really hot. It definitely made me wish I was there."

"Oh yeah? Why is that?"

He paused and Harper wondered if he heard the distinctly naughty intent in her question. "Because...because it made me want to fuck you, Harper."

Owen didn't often talk like that, to the point that it caught her off guard, though not in a bad way. "Yeah? Would you have taken me up to our room after watching me surf, Owen?"

"Yes, I would have."

Harper had an idea. A terrible idea, though one that excited her. It was cruel, but sexy, and maybe generous in a twisted kind of way.

"Maybe I should go up to my room and call you back when I get there," she suggested.

"Yeah?"

"Yes. I'll call you back in five minutes." Harper hung up and turned to Grant. "Crazy idea. I'm going to have phone sex with my husband and I'd like to have your cock inside me while I do it."

For a moment Grant looked surprised, though the look on his face quickly shifted to one of lust. "I'm all in."

"I was thinking I'd sit on the desk while you fucked me. Can you be quiet while you do it?"

"Yes, absolutely."

Harper mentioned to Hazel that she would see her later and then she and Grant left the beach and headed for the hotel. Three minutes later they were in his room kissing and groping each other like you do when you're out of your mind with desire for someone. At her urging, Grant put on a condom as Harper hopped on the desk and spread her legs.

Grant slipped inside her and kissed her neck as she picked up the phone. She dialed her husband. Owen answered on the first ring.

"Hey."

"Are you naked?" she asked.

"Yes. Are you?"

"I'm wearing the bikini," she answered as Grant grasped her breast through the bikini top and squeezed hard enough for it to feel just a bit uncomfortable. He'd done it on purpose - the look on his face made that clear - and Harper was overwhelmed with a desire to kiss him. It was a dangerous game she was playing, but there was something so hot about having him inside her while she talked to Owen. "I thought you might like to think of me in the bikini, to think of fucking me in this bikini."

"I do like that," Owen answered.

Grant pulled out and slowly filled Harper. She looked down at his condom-wrapped cock and watched it disappear into her pussy. Something about the visual of it amped up the naughtiness of what she was doing and her body literally shuddered from the sheer pleasure of it.

"I'm so wet for you," she said, speaking to both Grant and her husband.

Grant pulled out and put his fingers inside her. He moved them aggressively and Harper held the phone closer to her pussy.

"Can you hear that, baby?" she asked after a few seconds of wild finger play.

"I can. Fuck, Harper. That's incredible."

She moaned as Grant filled her again. He began to fuck her at a slow, steady rhythm, doing his best to remain quiet. Harper wanted it harder and faster but she knew she couldn't. She knew she had to hold off on that or Owen would know.

"Are you stroking your cock, Owen?"

"Yes."

Harper soon heard the sound of her husband masturbating. He must have been holding the phone towards his cock. He must have used lube, too, because it sounded rather wet and slippery. Harper was unexpectedly aroused at the sound and when she closed her eyes she could actually see Owen's dick with its plump head and veiny shaft.

"I wish you were here, baby. I wish you were inside me. I wish I was on top of you. I wish I was riding your stiff cock with my tight pussy. I wish you were playing with my tits in this sexy bikini top while I milked your dick with my tight cunt."

Grant grabbed both of her breasts and played with them. He leaned in and his lips brushed against her neck as he fucked her a little faster. The desk groaned under her weight and Harper hoped that Owen didn't hear it. He was stroking quite furiously, though, so chances were good he wasn't paying attention to much of anything other than his pleasure.

"Fuck, Harper, I love hearing you talk like that," he said.

"Yeah? You like a bit of dirty talk, baby?"

"I do. Holy shit, I really do."

"My room has a balcony," she said while smiling at Grant. "Maybe you should take me out on the balcony. Maybe you should bend me over, Owen. Maybe you should pull my bikini aside, slip your dick into my wet cunt from behind, grab my hips, and fuck me hard."

Grant stepped back and his cock slipped out of her as Owen groaned. He took Harper's hand and she hopped off the desk and walked towards the balcony. Grant opened the door and Harper stepped out.

"That was me opening the balcony door," she said. "Now I'm bending over, baby."

Harper bent over the balcony and Grant pulled her bikini aside.

"Fuck me from behind, Owen. Take my pussy. Take your wife's pussy from behind and fuck me hard."

Owen groaned and Harper did the same as Grant slipped into her from behind. His fingers dug into her hips and he began to thrust. He was fucking her a little harder than he had on the desk, but the sound didn't carry in the same way outdoors, plus there was the breeze and the ocean waves.

"Does it feel good, Owen? Does it feel good to fuck me from behind while I wear this sexy little bikini for you? Does my cunt feel good?"

"Harper, baby, I'm close!"

"Cum inside me, Owen. Cum in my pussy. Fuck me hard from behind and cum in my pussy!"

Grant fucked her hard. The sound of his hips slamming into her ass seemed loud to Harper, but she was too turned on to care.

"Harper, I'm cumming!" Owen cried out.

"Cum in me, Owen. Cum in your wife's tight little cunt!"

He grunted and groaned and Grant did the same, though his groans were far quieter. He was cumming, though. He was absolutely cumming.

It took almost nothing for Harper to cum as she reached back and rubbed her clit. She was so turned on that just a few seconds later her legs were trembling so hard that Grant had to wrap his arm around her to hold her up. She damn near dropped her phone off the balcony, too, tightening her grip at the last second to keep it from slipping away.

"Did you cum?" Owen asked.

"I did. I came really, really hard."

"Well, I'm really glad I asked you to talk," he replied with a laugh.

"Me too, baby. Me too."

"I'll let you get back to your vacation. Say hi to Hazel for me. I love you, Harper, and I'm really glad you're making the most of your time away."

He had no idea just how true that was. Grant's cock was still inside her, after all. "I love you too, Owen. I'll see you soon."

Harper hung up and turned her head. Grant leaned in and kissed her.

"That was amazing," he said.

"I know. I feel kind of bad, but it was also really hot."

"It was. It was really, really hot."

"And now I feel about as relaxed as I ever have."

He kissed her neck. "Relaxed is good, especially for you."

She smiled. "It really is."

Grant pulled out and collapsed into one of the chairs. Harper did the same into the chair next to his. He reached over, took her hand, and brought the back of it to his lips for a kiss.

"I'm hungry," she said. "All that surfing and fucking has worked up quite an appetite."

"We should have an early dinner, then. Afterwards we can go down to the bar for a little dancing and cocktails. Then maybe a walk on the beach."

"That sounds romantic," she replied.

Grant smiled. "Yeah, it does."

"It sounds nice, too. Really nice."

"Yeah, it does."

Harper closed her eyes and soaked up the sun as her stomach growled, making her hunger overwhelmingly obvious.

"How about a shower, first?" she asked. "Then I'll put on a pretty dress for you and you can take me to dinner."

"That would be perfect."

They'd shower. They'd have a romantic dinner. They'd have drinks at the bar. They'd dance. They'd kiss. They'd have a romantic walk on the beach. They'd almost certainly have sex again, too. It had already been a great day but it was only going to get better.