Sharing Mayuki
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My wife is stunning, and she doesn't even know it: slim figure, lustrous black hair, pert breasts, perfectly flat stomach, long legs.
Men looked at Mayuki back in Japan. But not like this. This muscular blond surfer guy is shameless. Like he's going to take her away from me.
She's scared of him at first. But when he just walks up to her at the hotel restaurant, her reaction isn't what I expected.
She's smiling at him. She laughs when he lifts her into his huge arms.
There's something about the way she looks in his eyes. It's more than I agreed to. I hate to see the spark between them, but I also love it.
One night wasn't enough?
He's holding my wife's hand and laughing up at me watching from the hotel room. Now they're going surfing together?
And I'll have to clean up after him. I admit I'm looking forward to it.
This isn't the Hawaiian honeymoon I expected.
Sharing Mayuki is more humiliating than I feared, and hotter than I hoped.
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Travis Mayfair writes about loving couples experimenting with jealousy and desire. His characters' relationships are like a roller coaster: when you're sure this isn't the ride you signed up for and you're going to fall off, you're safe on your feet again.
