Page 34 of His Vengeful Tradwife

Instead, I adjusted my swimsuit and sat down on a deck chair.

Maverick was a little too happy that I hadn’t invited Austin, and that simply couldn’t continue.

That's when the first guy came over. "I'm Lars, and that's my teammate Hans. We're the Swiss beach volleyball team and we're here doing lessons. I couldn’t help but notice you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

Lars was a very attractive tall white blonde-haired man, and Hans was just as cute.

“That’s flattering, boys, I said, “but it’ssocomfortable in this chair.”

Lars grinned a huge megawatt smile.

"Those other guys are Moseki and Obonye," he said, pointing to two hot, dark-skinned men with bulging muscles. "They're the national team from Botswana. Would you like to learn how to play beach volleyball? We'd love to teach you."

"I was planning on just sunbathing," I said. "But I might be persuaded."

"We could make it worth your while," Lars said, holding out a tanned arm.

But then I saw something that made me put a regrettable pause on their thirst.

"Just a moment," I said. "I'll need a rain check on that beach volleyball lesson."

Across the ship, I had just seen Amanda heading out to play tennis with a tall Latin instructor.

"I had no idea you'd be on the ship," she chirped, her voice sounding anxious and excited. "Remember how we used to play together in college?"

Well well well.

Turnabout is fair play, honey.

I readjusted my bikini top under my full breasts and headed over.

CHAPTER 10

Tallulah

"Can you handle two pupils?" I asked, walking onto the court and putting a hand on my curvy hips.

The tennis instructor whirled around.

"Oh my god,Tallulah Laurent?" he called out, his handsome jaw dropping, and I can recognize a thirsty starfucker when I see one. "I love your channel!" he went on. "I heard a rumor you were on this ship, but I couldn't believe it was real."

He rushed up to me and took my hand, grinning with enormous white teeth.

"You look even more beautiful in person!" he cried. "Of course you can join. My name is Diego Martínez and this is. . .this is. . . I'm sorry, I forgot your name."

"Amanda Miller," she said through gritted teeth.

"That'sright," he said, clearly forgetting it again immediately and handing me a tennis racquet.

I walked over to stand next to my husband's mistress.

"What are you doing?" Amanda hissed at me.

"What's the problem?" I asked, turning and placing my hands on the ground, bending over so Diego could get a good look at my ass as I stretched back and forth. I could feel the drool pooling down his chin and into his beautiful pectorals already.

"Please," Amanda begged, glancing over at Diego to make sure he couldn't hear. "This is, like, the guy who got away in college. He just recently got out of a divorce. Now's my chance!"

"Why did you fuck Maverick?" I asked in response, jumping up and down to warm up.

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