A Hotwife in Paradise - Part 2

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Harper woke up with a smile on her face. She opened her eyes, turned her head, and stared out at the ocean as that smile refused to disappear.

Then, all at once she remembered the reason for the smile and it faded. Guilt slowly washed over her. She'd cheated on Owen the night before. Another man had given her an orgasm and she'd done the same for him.

Harper thought of Graham and her smile returned. She thought of his smile, his easygoing charm, and the way he kissed her. She thought of the skill he'd displayed with his fingers and the way his cock had felt in her hand and later in her mouth. She thought of the way he moaned as he came for her, as he came in her mouth.

Just like that, Harper was turned on. The guilt was gone. In its place was arousal. She closed her eyes and reached under the sheets. Her fingers made their way into her panties. She discovered her arousal.

The sound of the door opening caused Harper to hastily pull her hand from her panties. A moment later Hazel stepped into the room. Her hair was a tangled mess. Her dress looked a little rumpled. She had a smile on her face, though.

"Good morning," Harper said.

"It is a very good morning indeed," her friend replied.

Harper sat up and leaned against the headboard. The sheets fell, leaving her bra exposed, but she'd been naked in front of Hazel plenty of times in their lives and felt no reason to be modest. "Did you just have sex?" she asked.

Hazel smiled and nodded. "I certainly did. Josh is both skilled and quite eager. I woke up to the feel of his erection pressing into my ass and I couldn't help myself."

Harper very nearly spilled the fact that she'd been with Graham the night before. She was surprised at her eagerness to share the fact that she'd hooked up with a guy on the beach, that she'd given that guy a blowjob. It seemed unwise to admit that she'd cheated on her husband, though.

"Are you okay?" Hazel asked.

"Yeah, of course."

Hazel sat on the edge of the bed. "Harper, what's wrong?"

Hazel knew her too well. Harper could insist that nothing was wrong and her friend would likely give up on asking, but Hazel wouldn't believe her, so she decided to tell the truth.

"I fooled around with Graham last night."

"Josh's friend?" Hazel asked with wide eyes.

Harper nodded.

"Wow. Well...good for you."

Harper was stunned. "Really?"

Hazel looked for a moment like she was considering whether or not she meant it. Then she smiled, nodded, and emphatically said, "Yes. Absolutely. Good for you. You came here to relax, to unwind, to purge the stress from your life because it is literally threatening to kill you. I can say that I feel as I'm floating on cloud nine after last night and this morning. I don't feel an ounce of stress, so if you relieved some stress by hooking up with Graham - who's very cute, by the way - then I don't really see the problem."

Harper could see a wealth of problems, but she was grateful to Hazel for not making her feel shitty about what she'd done.

"Details, please," Hazel added.

They'd always shared the details of their love lives, even dating back to when they barely knew each other as freshman roommates at Georgetown. "You first," Harper said.

Hazel got up and crawled into her bed. "We went back to his room. We did some serious kissing in the elevator on the way up. We undressed very quickly once we were in his room. I was quite impressed with his equipment. He was gentlemanly in going down on me and eager enough to fuck me that he didn't even give me a chance to go down on him. We had some rather vigorous sex and we came at damn near the same time. It was, I have to say, the best sex I've had in a very long time."

"And the second time?"

Hazel smiled. "We relaxed in bed for a bit. Talked. Got to know each other a little more. Then I decided to take him out onto the balcony and give him a blowjob."

Hazel had always been sexually adventurous, a quality Harper had sometimes been quite jealous of. For whatever reason she was never quite as imaginative as her friend when it came to sexual exploration and there were occasions when Harper wondered if that meant her sex life had been far less interesting.

"I don't know if anyone was watching, but if I'm being honest, I quite liked the idea that someone was," Hazel continued. "After I got him hard I got a condom, put it on him, and rode him on the balcony. I came harder that time even though the sex was slower and a great deal more sensual."

Harper was surprised to feel even a hint of jealousy, and if she was being honest, it was more than a hint.

"Now, give me the details of your hookup, as you put it, with Graham," Hazel insisted.

"I wasn't going to hook up with him. The first thing I did was tell him I was married. I believe I apologized that he was being forced to wingman with a married woman."

Harper was quiet for a moment as she recalled how quickly she'd started flirting with Graham and how good it had felt to do so.

"Okay, and then what happened?" Hazel asked.

"Then I started flirting. Or he did and I flirted back. I'm not really sure. I just went right into it, though. I really didn't hesitate at all. It felt so good, Hazel."

"Of course it did. It always feels good when a cute guy flirts with you. That doesn't change when you're married, or at least I don't think it does. I mean, really, what the fuck do I know about being married?"

Harper laughed. "No, you're right. It doesn't change. It feels good. Sometimes it feels better because there's this...I don't know, undercurrent of naughtiness, like you really shouldn't be flirting because you're married."

"How did the flirting become something else?"

"We almost kissed and I left. I ran to the bathroom. I tried to get it together, to put any thoughts of doing what I clearly wanted to do out of my head. I thought I'd gotten a handle on myself and then I came out of the bathroom and he was standing there. Next thing you know we're kissing."

Hazel smiled. "It was a good kiss, wasn't it?"

"I wish it hadn't been. I swear, I wish it hadn't been. I wouldn't have done the other stuff if the kiss hadn't been so good. It was like my whole body started screaming at me to keep kissing him, to keep him close to me as long as I could."

Hazel seemed giddy. "I know that maybe it makes me a shitty friend, but for some reason I feel really happy for you. Like, you clearly needed something like last night. You needed to do something wild and stupid and dangerous and naughty and you fucking did it."

Harper closed her eyes as memories of that first kiss - and all the ones that followed - filled her head. Her body hummed with desire and all of it was focused on Graham, which prompted another wave of arousal as she thought of her husband taking care of their family while she was away for a week to try and dispel the overwhelming stress she'd allowed to take over her life.

"Was that it? Just a kiss?"

Harper shook her head. "Graham suggested we go somewhere a little quieter, so we walked down the beach to the area where they have all the lounge chairs out. He dragged two of them together and I'm sure I told myself that we'd just sit and enjoy the ocean. That didn't happen, of course. I kissed him. Or he kissed me. It doesn't matter. We ended up making out. Full on making out. Fooling around, really."

"Look at you. Hooking up on a beach. I didn't know you had it in you, to be honest."

The memories of the night before had Harper so turned on that she very nearly asked Hazel to give her a few minutes so she could masturbate and clear away the arousal. She resisted that urge, though, as it seemed a little reckless to pursue an orgasm while thinking of a man that wasn't her husband.

"So, was it just kissing and heavy petting?" Hazel asked.

Harper shook her head. "I ended up on top of him. The top of my dress was down. My tits were...they were in his face. He was...well, he made me feel good as I...as I dry humped him. I really can't think of another way to say it. I dry humped him on a lounge chair on the beach and I had an orgasm. A great fucking orgasm."

Hazel's eyes went wide. She clearly hadn't expected Harper to have gone that far.

"It gets worse," Harper said. "I gave him a blowjob afterwards. He didn't ask. He didn't even hint at it, to be honest. I wanted to make him cum, though, so I did. I gave him a blowjob and made him cum in my mouth."

Harper's pussy was soaked. She could feel it. Her panties were wet from the juices seeping out of her.

"Holy shit," Hazel said. "You made a guy cum in your mouth last night. Fuck me, that's incredible."

Harper laughed. "Yeah, well, it was a huge mistake. I mean, what am I going to tell Owen? He booked this vacation. He splurged on this resort. He went above and beyond because he loves me and then I get here and the first night I turn into this...this slut that meets a guy, rides him until she cums, and then sucks him off?" She took a deep breath and let it out slowly as the guilt washed over her. "I'm the worst wife in the world."

Hazel got up off her bed and sat next to Harper. She took her hand, leaned in, and kissed her friend on the top of the head. It was a thing they did when one of them was spinning out. It had always been soothing and it worked like a charm in that moment.

"You're not going to tell Owen anything," she said. "You would be insane to utter a single word of this to him."

The idea of lying to Owen hadn't even occurred to Harper and she couldn't imagine doing so.

"Don't look at me like that," Hazel said. "You're far from the first woman to go on vacation without her husband and have a little fun. As long as you don't get pregnant or get an STD you're fine. He doesn't have to know. In fact, telling him would be the ultimate act of selfishness because you'd only be doing so to manage your guilt. Don't pretend that you'd be doing it for Owen's benefit, because you wouldn't be."

Harper couldn't help but smile. "I can't tell if you're a good friend or a terrible friend."

Hazel kissed the top of her head again. "I'm the absolute best friend you'll ever have and you know it."

"That's true."

Hazel leaned back, smiled brightly, and said, "Now, I need a shower to wash all the sex off of me. Then we're going to get some breakfast. I think we should consider doing one of those excursions they talked about when we checked in. Something fun and exciting. More stress relief."

"That sounds like a fantastic idea."

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After breakfast, Harper and Hazel visited the concierge to check out the available excursions. It didn't take long for them to zero in on the snorkeling tours. The local area was apparently rich in reefs that were home to a bevy of tropical fish species and the idea of spending the afternoon at least partially submerged in the warm Caribbean waters sounded infinitely appealing to Harper.

"Good morning, ladies," a familiar voice said from behind them.

Harper looked over her shoulder to see Josh standing there in a swimsuit and t-shirt. He wasn't looking at her, of course. It was Hazel that had all of his attention. She seemed delighted to see him, too, at least based on the giddy smile on her face.

To Harper's surprise, Hazel stepped into Josh's arms and kissed him like they were a couple and not just two people that had hooked up the night before.

"Sorry," Hazel said as she stepped back. "That might have been weird."

Josh shook his head. "No, not weird at all. That was amazing."

Again Hazel flashed a giddy smile.

"So, what are you two up to today?" Josh asked.

"We're going snorkeling, I think," Hazel answered.

Harper got the feeling that her friend would have liked to run back up to Josh's room for a few hours, at least based on her body language and the fact that she couldn't take her eyes off of him.

Then Graham walked up and Harper felt what she imagined was the exact same thing Hazel was feeling.

"Oh, hey, Graham," Josh said. "You guys remember Graham, right? He was with me last night."

It seemed clear that Graham hadn't said a word about what he and Harper had gotten up to the night before, which identified him as a gentleman, which made her want him even more than she already did.

"Yeah, of course," Hazel played along.

Harper smiled and nodded at Graham.

"How would you guys feel about us joining you for your snorkeling adventure?" Josh asked.

Hazel looked at Harper. She didn't say a word but she managed to communicate that Harper would have to make the decision.

There was only one decision that made sense. Of course Harper would have to decline. To do anything else would be insane.

"We'd be happy to have you join us," she said in defiance of the rational part of her brain.

Hazel looked just as surprised as Harper felt. She smiled, though, and stepped into Josh's arms for another kiss. It seemed that Hazel was committing to extending her fun with Josh, and with good reason. He'd clearly given her what she needed and now she wanted more.

Graham came over and Harper felt her pulse quicken. She felt the flutter from the night before, too. It was in her stomach and her loins. Her lips curled into a bright smile, seemingly doing so without any input from her brain.

"I swear, I didn't plan this," he said with a smile. "We were supposed to take surfing lessons today."

"Maybe we can do that tomorrow," Harper replied. Again she was astounded at herself. Not only had she committed to spending more time with Graham, she'd just invited herself on a surfing date with him.

"I should warn you, I'm utterly terrible at surfing," he said. "I've only done it once and I don't think I stayed on the board for longer than a few seconds over the entire hourlong lesson."

She stepped a little closer and his smell filled her nose. Harper wasn't sure if it was cologne, or deodorant, or something natural but it only deepened that fluttering. It brought her back to the night before, to his lips around her nipple, to his hands on her ass, to the bulge of his cock pressing into her panties as she rode him to an orgasm.

"Maybe you'll find that you're better at surfing if you're trying to impress a woman," she said, once more flirting when she really shouldn't have been.

"I should also inform you that I’m great at snorkeling," Graham said with a smile. "In fact, I might be one of the world's foremost snorkelers. Don’t be intimated, though. I’m more than happy to teach you all the snorkeling skills you’ll need out there."

Harper laughed, mostly at the big smile on Graham's face as he embraced being utterly silly in his flirtation. It worked, though, as she felt pure happiness at being around him...in addition to all the fluttering, of course.

They booked their snorkeling excursion for four and were given directions to the boat dock. Hazel and Josh walked ahead on them - holding hands as they did so - and Harper and Graham hung back.

"I take it you didn't mention our little beach dalliance to Josh?" she asked.

"No."

"That was kind of you."

He glanced at her and smiled. "He wouldn't have cared, to be honest, but still, it's none of his business."

"I told Hazel. She's my best friend, though. Plus, I felt so guilty I had to tell someone." Harper immediately regretted saying she felt guilty, mostly because she noticed an instant change in Graham's body language. "She helped me with the guilt, though. Maybe this makes me a horrible person, but I'm not feeling it anymore."

Graham moved a little closer as they continued on the path towards the dock. "You're not horrible. I know my opinion doesn't matter, but you're not horrible."

His fingers brushed against hers and it was electric. Harper felt the fluttering explode into pure desire for a few moments and she very nearly pushed him to the ground to mount him.

"Your opinion matters. Maybe more than it should, but it matters."

Graham took her hand in his. He squeezed it gently and they walked like that for a little while. Neither of them said a word but Harper felt giddy as the fluttering spread through her body.

They were given snorkeling gear and life jackets at the dock and they all climbed onto the boat - which was bigger and more luxurious than Harper expected it would be - for the short trip to their snorkeling spot.

The boat's engine was a little too loud for any sort of conversation on the ride, so Harper settled for sitting fairly close to Graham while Hazel and Josh cuddled like a couple that was utterly enamored with each other.

They spent nearly three hours snorkeling and it was every bit as relaxing and wonderful an experience as Harper had hoped. It was, in fact, better than she'd hoped because Graham was there. They flirted endlessly, even doing so underwater with hand signals and the occasional bit of ogling. Harper was wearing a bikini and she was well aware of how good her breasts - all breasts, really - looked underwater as they were rendered about as perky as breasts could be.

On the ride back to the hotel, Hazel and Josh excused themselves to the bow of the boat, leaving Harper and Graham with a bit of privacy at the stern. They were seated on a padded bench and their driver was up in the small covered cabin that housed everything needed to steer and power the boat, giving them even more privacy.

It was Harper that moved closer to Graham as she suspected that he wouldn't be the one to make the first move given that she was a married woman and all. He happily put his arm around her as she moved closer, though, and she happily kissed him mere moments later.

She'd been waiting all day to do it. From the moment she'd seen him at the concierge desk she'd wanted to kiss him. It had been worth the wait. All the flirting and yearning made it so much better when his lips finally touched hers. Desire poured out of her, quite literally in the form of her tongue moving into his mouth.

Harper put a hand on his knee and she was tempted to stroke his cock, though she held off on doing so. She moaned softly into Graham's mouth when he touched her leg, though, and did so again when his hand moved to her waist. His fingers crept up her stomach until they rested just beneath her breast.

Harper pulled back from the kiss and stared into Graham's eyes. She saw desire that matched her own and in that moment she decided that she was going to have sex with him. Hazel's words were in the back of her head. It was vacation. It was just a way to relieve her stress. It was cheating and probably terrible, but it would stay on the island and not go home with her.

"I want you, Graham," she said softly as her lips hovered achingly close to his.

"I want you too," he replied.

She smiled. "I'd like you to have me when we get back to the hotel."

Harper kissed him before he could say anything. His hand moved to her breast. He cupped it through her bikini. His touch was beyond electric. It was pure pleasure. Graham was bold enough - or turned on enough - to slip his fingers under her bikini to play with her nipple. Harper moaned into his mouth, louder this time. The fluttering had gone. It was now arousal. Pure arousal. Her pussy was soaked. She craved him. She needed him. Getting on top of him and grinding wouldn't suffice. Harper needed Graham inside her.

They fooled around until the boat slowed. Harper reluctantly slid away from Graham, preserving the perhaps foolish notion that Josh wouldn’t notice they were into each other. It wasn't likely that Graham’s friend could somehow notify her husband that she was being unfaithful, but Harper wanted as few people as possible to know that she was stepping out with another man.

Josh and Hazel returned from the bow as the boat neared the dock. It was obvious they'd been fooling around and Harper wondered if they'd done more, at least based on the satisfied look on Hazel's face and what looked like a wet spot in the front of Josh's swimsuit, though it could very well have been nothing more than a wealth of precum.

"We're going to his room," Hazel said as her and Josh hopped off the boat. "I'll see you later."

Harper waved goodbye to her friend and then Graham got off the boat and offered her a helping hand. She took it and held onto it as they handed off their snorkel gear and life jackets and headed for the hotel.

They paused outside the lobby to give Hazel and Josh time to get to the elevators and then headed in. They held hands throughout, though, as Harper didn't want to stop touching the man that would soon be inside her.

They stepped into the elevator and Harper quietly cursed as she reached for the button for their floor.

"What's wrong?" Graham asked.

"I don't have condoms."

"I do," he replied.

She looked at him and he shrugged.

"Always be prepared," he said.

"Aren't you sharing a room with Josh?"

"No. I have a room all to myself. The firm is very generous when it's trying to make sure that the promising associates stick around."

Harper smiled, stepped back, and gestured to the button panel. Graham directed them to his floor and she stepped into his arms and kissed him as deeply as she'd ever kissed a man. His cock got hard and pressed into her stomach and Harper couldn't help but feel a kind of giddy delight at her ability to excite him.

The elevator doors opened and Graham took her hand and led her out into the hallway with a very obvious bulge in his swimsuit. He didn't seem to care, though, and neither did she. All Harper could think about was having that bulge inside her.

Graham fished his keycard from his pocket and let them into the room. Harper pulled off her cover up before the door was even shut. She kicked off her sandals and her bikini top and bottoms hit the floor before she was halfway to the bed. Graham took his shirt off and kept his swimsuit on - the best way to be safe before he put a condom on, Harper surmised - and crawled on top of her.

She spread her legs and his crotch met hers. His bulge pressed against her pelvis as their lips met. She wrapped her legs around him and kissed Graham deeply, luring his tongue into her mouth and gently sucking on it. She couldn't help but hope that he'd think of the blowjob she'd given him, of how she'd used her tongue and lips to make him cum in her mouth.

"Put on a condom," she said. "I need you inside me."

They'd spent the whole day flirting and most of the boat ride back to the hotel fooling around. Harper didn't need foreplay. That could wait for the second time.

Graham backed out of the bed, pulled off his swimsuit, and bent over to grab a condom from his suitcase. He tore it open with remarkable speed and rolled it down his cock, which looked bigger than Harper had expected despite having had him in her mouth on the moonlit beach.

He crawled between her legs and she reached down to guide his cock inside her. Harper couldn't remember the last time she'd been so excited to have sex. She felt it through her entire body. She was turned on from head to toe and she closed her eyes, rolled her head back, and moaned loudly as he filled her.

A moment later her lips found his. She held his head in her hand and moaned at the deep, beautiful penetration. He bottomed out inside her and held still as they kissed.

"Fuck me, Graham," she whispered.

He pulled out and filled her slowly. She kissed him as pleasure enveloped her body. Every little movement of his hips brought pleasure as his cock moved in and out of her. Harper could tell that he reached deeper that Owen did. It wasn't necessarily better because of that, but it was a clear sign to her body that a different cock was inside her and that made it more exciting.

"Graham...you feel so good inside me. Fuck, I can't believe how good this feels."

Graham correctly interpreted that as a sign that he could fuck her harder. He did so and every thrust brought with it a beautiful explosion of pleasure from the clitoral stimulation and the depth and thickness of his cock in her wet, remarkably needy pussy.

Harper lost track of time as he fucked her. The pleasure was all-encompassing and it narrowed her focus to only what was happening in his bed, to his body on top of hers, to his lips pressed against hers, to his cock moving in and out of her. Everything else disappeared except for the two of them, for the blissful coupling they were engaged in.

It was the impending arrival of her orgasm that lured Harper from a deep sense of sexual reverie. Suddenly her focus was between her legs. The tingling grew. Her loins felt as though they were tightening before the inevitable release.

"Graham, I'm close," she said.

He fucked her harder. "Me too."

Harper pulled him close and kissed his neck. She moaned. She urged him to fuck her harder. He did so.

Then she came. Bliss washed over her. The world went dark for a moment and then it was like an explosion went off inside her as Graham continued to fuck her. Every thrust now brought overwhelming pleasure. Her legs began to tremble. Her pussy spasmed around his cock. Her toes curled and she gripped the sheets as if she feared she would lose complete control over her body and roll out from under Graham.

He buried himself in her and grunted and groaned in that beautiful way a man does when he loses control of himself while deep inside a woman. He was in the midst of life's greatest pleasure and Harper was responsible for it. She'd gotten him there, just like he'd done the same for her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as a sense of post-orgasmic bliss began to wash over her.

They stayed like that for a few minutes with Graham's cock deep inside her and Harper's limbs wrapped around him. She ran her fingers through his hair and down his back. She kissed his neck and cheek. Her lips found his a few times for deep kisses that brought them closer together.

Then Graham pulled out and kissed her neck and chest a handful of times. He showed her breasts a bit of affection that Harper thoroughly enjoyed and then rolled onto his back next to her.

Harper immediately cuddled up with him. He put his arm around her and pulled her closer. She rested a hand on his chest and closed her eyes. She was, in that moment, as relaxed as she could ever remember being.

Harper smiled and kept her eyes closed. She decided she was going to stay in that position for as long as Graham would let her. Then, when he needed to move, she would do whatever it took to turn him on so they could have sex again.

She didn't bother trying to tell herself that this would be the only day she'd have sex with Graham. Harper knew that wasn't likely. She knew she'd battle guilt and that she might end up feeling like surrendering to her desires for Graham was the worst mistake she'd ever made, but in the moment it felt like the best decision she'd ever made and she was going to hold onto that feeling for as long as she could.