His Vengeful Tradwife

10. Tallulah

CHAPTER 10

Tallulah

" C an 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's right ," 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.

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.

" Please go 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 they are eye-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 a beginner class, 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 ruthless bitch like that."

"I see," I said.

" Amazing job, 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.

He stalked around the court like an angry, jealous panther, barely even glancing at Amanda except to bitch at her when she missed a shot.

"So how about those private lessons?" Diego asked.

"Depends," I said saucily. "How's your groundstroke game?"

Maverick growled angrily and tossed his tennis racket in the corner, stalking over to me.

"This game is over. Come with me, Tallulah. Let's go to your room."

He reached me in a few strides and grabbed my arm.

My heart was pounding in my chest at his touch, but I only said coolly, "I was done anyway. I have a few papers to go over with you. I need your signature on a few things."

Maverick's hand moved down to my waist, curving around it as he guided me firmly through the cruise ship hallways to my own stateroom.

I had barely opened my door when his arms were around my waist, yanking me against his hard cock.

"You belong to me ," he said. "Not any other man. I want us back."

"There's a little matter of paperwork ," I said, pointing to a big stack on the desk. "We need to go over these proposed changes thoroughly."

But my big hotshot lawyer husband grabbed the stack and scrawled his signature on every page without even glancing at them!

"I'll sign whatever you want," he growled. "Just let me have another chance with you. I need you so badly."

Then he flipped me around and pressed me up against the wall, his heart hammering into my chest.

"I know your body better than anyone," Maverick gritted out, kissing my collarbone. “I can make your body sing , baby. I can give you so much pleasure if you just let me. . .”

He opened his mouth and sucked lightly on my throat, and I felt the quick sharp bite of teeth as my nipples tightened.

But I didn't think Maverick was unhappy enough to fuck, so I merely said, "I suppose you could try to get me across the finish line, but I do not want you touching me. Now let me go or you're not getting shit except a knee in the balls."

As he made a low, pained noise and let me go reluctantly, I pointed over in the corner.

"I have a new remote-controlled toy over there. You can use it on me, but no touching."

"But I want to touch you," Maverick begged, running his hands in anguish through his dark hair. "You know I'm sorry, Tallulah."

I moved to the bed, hopping on and flipping over so I lay on my back.

He followed me like a hunter, climbing on after me with hungry eyes.

"Fine," I said, and my heart had begun to beat a little faster to see him on his knees at the end of the bed, the white shirt sticking to his sculpted chest, his throat and back sweaty from tennis. "You can touch me, if I come before you. But if you come first in your shorts over there, no deal."

"Come in my shorts?" Maverick asked incredulously. "What am I, an 18-year-old frat boy? Of course I'm not going to do that."

"If you're so confident, then it's a deal," I said, holding out my hand, and he took it in his much bigger one. His hand was rough and firm and I yanked my fingers back to stop the lust that speared through me.

I handed him the controller and took out the toy. It was one of those alien warlord specials, a big thick dildo with various knobs and tentacles protruding from it.

Maverick frowned. "Come on, baby. I can fuck you way better."

"I don't see any tentacles on your dick," I said. "This is the deal. Take it or leave it."

I spread my thighs wider and began to press the dildo in my pussy, and he took up the controller like I knew he would.

Once it was in, the knobs began to whir, stroking the walls of my sensitive channel, while the rubber tentacles waved in the air like little heat-seeking missiles seeking my clit.

Maverick let me have it on 1 for only a few seconds before pushing the controller right past 2 to 3.

The knobs began to stroke harder, little throbs of pleasure all inside me.

Well, shit. I didn't want to lose. Not in my plans.

I began to gently stroke my tight nipples through my bikini top, and I saw his eyes sharpen.

He said nothing, but in those athletic shorts I could see his big cock hard as a rock, jutting out from his thick legs.

The tentacles stretched for my clit and I stretched away, not wanting them to zero in.

Skitters of arousal played all up and down my arms and legs.

"You wish it was you inside me, don't you?" I said in a low, husky voice. "You wish you were fucking me on the table, that you were behind me fucking me on my hands and knees, coming in my ass, don't you?"

Maverick groaned at my words, and I saw his Adam's apple move convulsively. His cock was twitching in his shorts.

He set his jaw and I saw him bottom the control out at 4. I had to suppress a whimper, clutching the sheets to keep myself from exploding.

"Stop holding out on me," he grunted, and I saw those dark eyes spit fire at me. "You're cheating."

" I'm cheating, mother fucker ?" I snarled at him. "This is your doing. I'm going to win."

I plunged my hands into my bikini top, pinching my nipples so they were that rosy color Maverick liked, and I knew he could see as my hands stroked my breasts, gathered as much of their heavy weight as I could in my hands.

" Fuck , Tallulah," he groaned. "I am so goddamn sorry. I'm going crazy without being able to touch you."

I arched my back, pressing my breasts into the air, letting my hips roll against the toy. There was sweat pooling in my belly button and down my back.

"You can't touch me," I said. "You lost that privilege."

"Oh, Tallulah," he groaned. "I'll never regret anything so much in my life. I love you, baby, and being apart from you is killing me."

One of the tentacles finally grazed over my straining clit, my pussy heavy and flush with need.

Fuck, goddamnit, I was going to come and lose and sex with him was not in my plans yet.

My eyes felt glazed over, my nipples pebbled and tingly with arousal.

Maverick's hand was gripping the end of the bed so tightly, all the tendons stood out in his big arms, his flat belly heaving up and down.

Come on

The precum from his cock was seeping through his shorts, soaking the whole front of them.

His eyes looked almost feral, narrowed at me in his concentration to win.

I felt my thighs begin to tremble uncontrollably, and Maverick made a low wicked noise of triumph, but in desperation I reached one hand down to my clit and began to rub the soaking center of my need.

It was a risky move, and I could feel my release sizzling up my spine and flushing my cheeks. . .

But it worked

Maverick's eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

"Fuck, Tallulah! God, you’re so hot. Fuck, but I want you so badly!"

He set his jaw, but he was too late.

Under my panting breaths, his body shuddered as he came. . .right in his shorts, his whole body convulsing.

Fuck, he was uncomfortably goddamn hot, with those throbbing muscles in his strong throat, the way there was a sheen of sweat on his chest, the dark waves of his hair plastered against his forehead.

I exploded too, the sweet liquid relief of finally getting to come flooding my body. My hips gyrated, the toy milking me hard, and I felt my release pulse all over my fingers.

My eyes closed with the exquisite sensations, and I opened them to feel Maverick pounce on me, ripping the toy away and cradling my head in his hands.

"Tallulah, please," he begged in a husky voice, his mouth descending on mine.

The feeling of being cradled in my husband's big arms, tightly wrapped up in his possessive desire, the strength of his love, was like coming home, getting to sleep in your own bed, have all your favorite things around you.

I could feel his cock hardening again.

But he simply was not quite sorry enough for me, and with one swift twist of my body I squeezed through that small space between his arms and the bed and stood up, grabbing my swimsuit bottoms with one hand.

"You lost," I said.

"Baby, I love you," Maverick cried. " Please please forgive me."

"Thanks for this," I chirped, ignoring what he said and grabbing the papers he had just signed. "I added a little update to the prenup. Instead of getting access to my sponsor income for the next five years, now you don't get shit ."

Then I skipped out the door and closed it firmly behind me.