Page 35 of His Vengeful Tradwife

My breasts were very generous, spilling out of my little white bikini, and Diego's eyes were protruding from his head like a cartoon character.

Amanda said nothing. I undid my bikini top, pretending like I had to retie it but really watching to feel Diego's lust on my skin as he saw the full, barely-covered swells of my breasts, and knowing Amanda felt it too.

"Ready, girls?" he sung, and Amanda whimpered beside me.

Boy, she was really gone.

Diego hit the ball at us, and I easily stepped in front of Amanda at the last second, digging low to return his serve. My bikini bottoms rode up into my ass crack as I sashayed back into position.

"Beautiful," Diego gushed.

Amanda's teeth gritted together.

"Pleasego away," she begged.

“Why?” I asked, standing back so she could swing ineffectively at the next serve.

“Because he can’t take his eyes off your giant tits,” she hissed in agony besides me, her lips looking pinched and sour.

"I guess theyareeye-catching,” I said, running a hand down my curves to adjust the fabric under my breasts. Diego moaned slightly across the court.

“Tell me one thing. Why did you fuck Maverick?" I asked again.

"I wanted to," she grunted, struggling to chase his next serve.

“If you want abeginnerclass, I can give you that information,” Diego told her disapprovingly.

"It didn't bother you that he had a wife and kids?" I asked as Amanda stood back beside me, puffing heavily.

"No," she said snottily, wiping the sweat off her face in a way that smeared her makeup all over it. "I'm not anyone's sweet little wife. I guess I just go for what I want. I'm a ruthlessbitchlike that."

"I see," I said.

"Amazingjob, Tallulah," Diego praised me. "I'd love to give you private lessons anytime. You have a real talent for the sport.”

"What about me?" Amanda called out. "I could pay for them too."

"Uh, we do have a group beginner lesson," Diego said. "4-5 pm every afternoon on the deck."

I didn't have a chance to savor the look on her face when my husband walked onto the court. He was dressed in a T-shirt and athletic shorts, the T-shirt tight against his powerful shoulders.

"Looks like you need another player," he said, his dark eyes narrowing at me. "I'll play with Tallulah."

"Oh, no," I said chirpily, moving toward Diego. "They're a couple, so naturally they'll pair together."

"WE ARE NOT A COUPLE," Amanda and Maverick yelled angrily.

Diego looked confused, but I had already skipped next to him and stretched to my full height for the serve.

And so the game began.

Diego was a handsome man, tall with amber skin, attractive neat beard, and corded muscles, and he was light-hearted and playful as we teased each other after each set.

"Looks like you know your way around those," he said, winking at me as I picked up a few balls to tuck into the waistband of my bikini bottoms.

The movement pulled the waistband lower to show more of my hips, and Diego’s hand tightened on his racket.

Unfortunately, I could not concentrate on our banter as well as I wanted to, because of how Maverick looked at me each time I spoke to him.

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