Travis Mayfair

Sharing Mayuki Travis Mayfair

I know I don't deserve such a gorgeous wife, but do I deserve this?We're on our Hawaiian honeymoon. Mayuki is in a string bikini and Daisy Dukes. She'd never wear that in Japan, but this is America. Even I'm surprised by how stunning she looks: her perfectly slim figure, her lustrous black hair, her pert breasts, her perfectly flat stomach, and even her long, slim legs. A big blond surfer dude is looking at her. Men looked at Mayuki back in Japan. She always attracted attention. But not like this. This guy is staring shamelessly. Like he's going to take her away from me. And as much as she tries to hide it, Mayuki is glancing back at him. She's never been with a foreigner, and this guy is prime Hawaiian beefcake: big, blond, full of muscle, and much more of a man than I can ever hope to be. American men are more forward, I assure my wife. It's normal. It's expected. But I don't expect him just walking up to us and announcing that he'll now be taking my wife my wife up to the Honeymoon Suite. Our Honeymoon Suite. Mayuki doesn't seem to mind. I want her to enjoy her vacation. She giggles when Brad carries her in his gargantuan arms. I'm glad Mayuki is having fun. She's getting what I can't give her. But there's something about the way she looks in Brad's eyes. It's more than I'd agreed to. And she's kissing him. She doesn't even like kissing me. Not like that. One night wasn't enough?Mayuki is exhausted. And satisfied. But now she wants Brad to take her surfing?This isn't the Hawaiian honeymoon I expected. Sharing Mayuki is hotter than I ever hoped for.