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Shaundra rolled over on her side. Ichiro slept peacefully beside her clad only in...hair. She reached over and gently ran her finger along his cheek. His skin felt like silky new baby skin and was as perfect as porcelain.

Ichiro opened one sleepy lid and then the other, revealing baby blue eyes.

Shaundra shuddered, and a pulse beat deep between her legs. He's so gorgeous, and he's all mine.

"Good morning," he said to her in Korean and then rewarded her with a little grin.

"Good morning," Shaundra repeated in Korean, still not taking her gaze away from those eyes and enjoying the way her body reacted to them.

"What are you up to?"

He amazed her every day with his mastery of the English language while she was still flubbing her way through his.

"Nothing," she lied, reaching out and fingering the hair on his forehead. "Why do you always assume that I'm up to something?"

Ichiro sighed peacefully. "Because you usually are."

Shaundra trailed the finger down his face, over his full pink lips and then down to his chin. "Your skin is so soft this morning."

Ichiro eyed her suspiciously. "It's the same skin I've always had."

The finger continued down to his chest, encircling one nipple and then the other. His chest muscles strained as her finger moved down to the sternum, the abs, and then around the navel. "Why are you so jumpy?" Shaundra asked him as she moved over to him and licked at one of the nipples with her tongue.

"I'm not jumpy," Ichiro said. "Just preparing myself."

Shaundra chuckled. Sometimes he could be so silly.

"Preparing yourself for what?" She rolled on him and began licking the other nipple and then down the same path her finger had traveled until she reached his navel.

"Full-frontal attack," Ichiro moaned as Shaundra lowered her head and took him with her mouth. "Good gracious."

Shaundra chuckled huskily but did not release his penis as it grew thick and veiny between her lips.

Ichiro's legs relaxed, allowing her more room to maneuver.

A strong hand settled on the top of her head and moved around as she sucked. Ichiro rolled his hips slowly, pushing his length deeper into her mouth. He had the most unusual scent, like a mixture of cotton candy and caramel. Shaundra gobbled him up hungrily, showing him no mercy.

Ichiro forced his fingers into her hair and tugged gently to get her to lighten up. "You know what that does to me, Shaundra."

Ooh, he said my name, Shaundra mused with girlish delight. She did so love when he did it. He had the cutest little tenor voice and sexy accent. It made her just want to eat him up. Instead she added a little pressure around the head of his penis and felt him buck, raising his buttocks up from the mattress and sending it deeper down her throat.

"Your mouth is lethal."

Shaundra released him long enough to let him recover, and then she went down on him again, this time concentrating on the thick veins on the side and the scrotum.

Poor Ichiro couldn't do anything but succumb to the onslaught.

"Don't make it go off," he begged.

He didn't have to worry, because she had other plans for him. Shaundra released him, crawled aboard and mounted him.

Ichiro moaned again, but this time very loudly.

"Shush," Shaundra told him with a giggle. "You're going to wake up everyone in the house." She moved her body up and down slowly with her thighs locked tightly around his legs so he couldn't move.

"I can't help it," Ichiro tried to whisper. "Your stuff is too good."

Shaundra giggled loudly. And he was so good for her ego.

Ichiro's hands cupped her waist to help steady her and to gain some control of the situation. "I bet no other man in the world wakes up to a fully aroused and sexy wife like I do," he said as one hand crept up to her breast. Ichiro gently squeezed the nipple.

"Harder," Shaundra ordered him. He should know by now that he couldn't break her. Shaundra smirked. There was one good thing about being married to a twenty-five-year- old...they were so willing to learn and to please.

Ichiro rolled her off of him and onto her back. "My turn to be the man," he said, tossing all that long, luxurious black hair away from his face. It flipped across those masculine shoulders and down his back as he captured one of her nipples and began to suck. It was the same feeling as nursing a baby, only with added benefits.

Shaundra put her fingers into Ichiro's hair. Damn if that didn't make her wetter between the legs. Freaking Satoshi was right. Ichiro's hair did turn her on.

"You have to be the sexiest man in the world," Shaundra said as he moved over her and parted her thighs.

The feel of his fingers against her flesh as he parted the lips jumpstarted her adrenalin. Her hubby always hit the mark on the first attempt and never needed her assistance. "Oh!"

Shaundra moaned. "Oh shit. You are the sexiest man in the universe." She panted as he thrust deeper. "And the longest."

The blush that rose on Ichiro's cheeks could light up all of Seoul. But what she had just told him was true. Ichiro was a magnificent lover and eager to please. He moved his slim hips, burrowing deeper. Shaundra sighed. He filled her so completely, touching her walls and making her soaking wet on the inside.

Shaundra wrapped her legs around his waist and rolled her hips in sync with his.

"You're so wet," he stated as he pumped and moved in and out of her.

"Whoa," Shaundra moaned. Ichiro hit the G-spot instantly.

"Ah! I'm coming," she told him as the orgasm budded, peaked and then exploded. "Oh, Ich."

He rode her roughly, knowing that was what it took to satisfy her. He didn't stop as she came, and she didn't want him to.

"Flip over," he said forcefully. Ichiro pulled out of her and turned her over onto her stomach before she had a chance to respond. His hands cupped and kneaded her butt cheeks as she recovered. "You have the best ass in the universe."

Shaundra smiled at the compliment. I love him so much.

Ichiro positioned her on her knees. "Ready or not." He entered her again.

Shaundra grunted loudly, followed by an even louder, "Shit. Ich, you're freaking magnificent."

Ichiro grasped the back of her hair with his fingers and tugged. Her back arched and he buried in deeper, pumping his hips and encouraging yet another orgasm from her.

Shaundra smiled. It was so freaking good to be multi- orgasmic. Her entire body shuddered as the wave built up from her uterus. Her Kegel muscles tightened around his phallus.

"Oh wifey," Ichiro said as he realized that he couldn't defeat her. He lifted her bottom and shoved in to the hilt. His hips bucked uncontrollably behind her, and Ichiro came right along with her, knocking them flat against the mattress. They lay there in a mess of arms, legs and sweat until the world stopped spinning on its axis.

Ichiro rolled off of her, pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately. "How did I get so lucky?" he asked as he held her tightly.

"I'm the lucky one," she admitted honestly. "I thank God every day for you." She put her head against his chest. His heart beat rapidly.

"Really?" he asked like he didn't believe it.

"Mm-hmm," she mumbled against his skin. "You didn't know that?" She moved off of him and sat up. The look on his face said he did not. "Don't you know how much I love you?"

Ichiro sat up. "I'm not sure," he said. "I am so young and inexperienced. Sometimes I wonder if you think you've made a mistake by marrying me."

Shaundra reached out and tenderly touched his face. "Rest assured, sweet Ichiro, that I do love you and I don't regret marrying you. I have never been happier. You make me complete." She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips and let her hand wander down his body.

Ichiro jumped and giggled against her lips. "You are terrible. Give me a moment to recuperate. I may be young, but I'm not made of steel."

Shaundra smiled. He is so freaking hot. And the bad part about it was...he didn't even know it.

Yori lay in bed flabbergasted by how thin the walls in the house were. The last thing he expected to wake him out of his slumber was the sound of Shaundra and Ichiro making love.

He peeped over at Amaya snoring at his side. She can sleep through a world war. This was one time he was glad she did.

He didn't want her to wake up and hear how happy or how sexy Ichiro and Shaundra sounded as they coupled or to discover what the sound did to him. What he had heard made him horny, angry and confused.

Yori crawled off the bed and walked into the bathroom to urinate. Even that did not put an end to his erection. Having no other choice, he turned on the water in the shower and stepped under the icy cold spray. Yori grimaced as he bathed.

Maybe he should have woken his wife to attend to his needs, but she was by no means a morning person. But he couldn't complain. Amaya wasn't a cold fish in bed, just a little inexperienced.

The cold water stung against skin and rendered his cock flaccid. Yori completed his shower and stepped out of the tub and dried off. All he had to do was just get through breakfast with Ichiro and Shaundra and the rest of the day, and then he didn't have to face them any more until tomorrow. Ichiro was taking Shaundra to see a psychiatrist to see if he could cure her of her fear of flying, and later he was taking her on a date. "Shit," Yori said as he tiptoed back into the bedroom to dress. The two of them were already married. Why did they have to go out on a date? He found Amaya in the same position he had left her, flat on her back and snoring. He was fully dressed by the time she opened her eyes.

"What time is it?" Amaya asked.

"Six," Yori told her.

"In the morning? What sane person gets up at six?"

"A responsible person," Yori answered.

Amaya pulled the covers up to her chin. "Wake me at ten."

By ten he planned to be at the television studio with the rest of the group, giving an interview for the noon news. He walked toward the door, turned out the light and left the room. The smell of breakfast filtered all through the house as he walked down the stairs and headed toward the kitchen, which meant Ichiro was up and busy resuming his duties as housekeeper and resident chef. Yori entered the dining room area surprised to find only Satoshi and Takumijo present. He bowed when he entered and said good morning to them.

"Good morning," they mumbled back.

"Where's Amaya?" Satoshi asked.

"Still asleep," Yori answered. "She's not a morning person."

Satoshi looked down at his watch. "It's nearly seven. How did she manage to make it to her college classes on time when she was in school?"

Yori shrugged his shoulders. She would be working for her parents when they returned to Osaka, and he bet they didn't care what time she made it to work.

"Where are Shaundra and Masaaki?"

"Masaaki already left," Takumijo answered. "He's going to meet us at the studio."

"What about Shaundra?"

Satoshi looked at Takumijo, and then Takumijo kind of smiled and avoided Satoshi's glance.

"What?" Yori asked.

"She's sleeping too," Satoshi answered. "She's had a very busy morning."

Yori wondered what Shaundra had been doing to tire herself out. "Oh!" he said, suddenly remembering. "You heard?"

Takumijo nodded. "Kind of hard not to." He tried to gain his composure but was doing a bad job of it. "Woke me up out of a sound sleep."

Yori agreed. He knew exactly what Takumijo meant.

"I found it quite stimulating," Satoshi said as he rose and got the teapot from a nearby cart and began filling their cups.

"You would," Yori replied. Sex could be Satoshi's middle name.

Satoshi sat back down in his chair. "I never thought I'd be envious of the little geisha, but this morning I was wishing to be in his shoes."

Yori nodded. "He must be pretty impressed with himself."

"Apparently he has skills. I heard her pop about three times."

Yori palmed his face with his hand, embarrassed. Satoshi had no shame. Talking about such personal things should be taboo at the dining table.

"Pretty impressive," Takumijo agreed. "I wonder where he learned it from. We couldn't even get him to watch a porno flick before he met Shaundra."

That was true. Puberty came as a shock to poor Ichiro.

While the rest of them took delight in their voices changing and deepening and hair growing in manly places, Ichiro kind of seemed frightened by the entire experience and closed himself off, reading or cleaning the house in silence.

Ichiro entered the dining room dressed in a pair of brown slacks and a tan shirt, covered by an apron with the words "Kiss the Chef" embossed across his chest. That magnificent hair of his was braided in a long plait. "Breakfast is ready," he announced as he stopped the cart near the table and began unloading what looked to be a traditional American meal.

"What is this?" Takumijo asked as Ichiro placed a platter of bacon and ham in front of him.

"I thought you guys might like to try something different for a change."

Yori's stomach growled. He didn't normally eat meat for breakfast, but it did look tempting. There were scrambled eggs, toast, fresh fruit, and something white that resembled rice but coarser. He pointed to the bowl "What is that?"

"Grits," Ichiro said in English. "A southern American breakfast staple. Shaundra just loves it."

The mention of the woman's name sent a thrill through his body.

"I bet she doesn't love it as much as she loves you,"

Satoshi said as he dished some of the hot cereal onto his plate.

"What do you mean by that?" Ichiro asked, sitting down to his meal.

"Man, the two of you woke us up with your little bedroom escapade this morning," Takumijo replied before Satoshi answered.

Yori shook his head. Takumijo had no sense of decency. He always said the first thing that entered his head.

Ichiro blushed slightly but didn't seem too embarrassed as he used to when they topic of sex came up. "Oh that," he replied as he heaped fresh fruit on his plate. "Wifey woke up a bit friendly this morning."

"I'll say," Satoshi replied as he tore his piece of toast in half and smeared it with plum jam.

Ichiro said a blessing over his food and ignored Satoshi's comment.

"Does she wake up friendly like that every morning?"

Satoshi asked. "Because I might have to sleep down here tonight."

Takumijo chuckled.

"Smart guy," Ichiro replied. "You're just jealous." He speared a piece of fruit with his chopstick and put it into his mouth and chewed.

Yori nodded. So was he, but he wouldn't dare admit it.

"You're damn right I'm jealous. It's been a long time since a woman came screaming my name."

Yori spat tea from his mouth. He reached for a napkin and wiped his mouth and then the table where it landed. "You're such an ass, Satoshi. You nearly choked me half to death.

Don't say things like that while I'm eating."

"What?" Satoshi asked, feigning innocent. "I'm just paying him a compliment. Frankly I'm surprised that he knows what to do."

Oh, oh, Yori thought. The look on Ichiro's face meant that Satoshi had definitely crossed the line with his insensitivity.

"What do you mean by that? It's not hard to figure out, and Wifey is the best teacher in the world. She knows what she likes and she's not afraid to take it."

The look on Satoshi's face was priceless. He bet Satoshi never thought that Ichiro could be so frank. The old Ichiro wouldn't have been. He'd be hiding from embarrassment behind his hands or one of his numerous fans.

"Enough said," Satoshi replied. "I think I just died a little inside." He faked a sniffle and a sigh. "You can fill me in on the sordid details later."

"In your dreams," Ichiro replied as he went back to eating.

"Details are on a need to know basis, and you don't need to know."

Takumijo chuckled from his side of the table, obviously amused by the conversation. "Give up, Satoshi. Our maknae is now a man."

"I've always been a man, you big lummox," Ichiro said to Takumijo. "Just because I don't strut around like a peacock showing off my muscles does not make me a woman."

"Ouch," Takumijo replied. "I stepped on the wrong toes this morning." He stood and bowed deeply to Ichiro. "Forgive me, Mr. Yoshida. I bow to you and your manliness." He straightened up. "But in the future, control your passion in the morning. What if Amaya would have heard the two of you?" He sat back down.

"Then Yori would still be upstairs easing that stick out of her butt."

Yori nearly choked again on Ichiro's comment. "What do you mean by that, you little geisha?" He knew Ichiro hated to be called that, but he said it anyway just to get at him.

"Exactly what I said. She's still the same little stuck-up girl she was when I first met her. I have enough problems with Shaundra not being able to fly without the assistance of drugs without her making such rude comments about it."

Yori stopped eating. So Ichiro's feelings were hurt - tough.

"Amaya's right. Shaundra should be used to flying."

"It is a fear. Everyone has them," Ichiro replied. "Amaya probably has some too, but it's rude of her to say what she said."

Of course he knew Ich was right, but as a man he had to defend his wife even though she was wrong. "Amaya has a right to speak whatever is on her mind."

Ichiro agreed. "Yes she does, but I don't want to hear it when Shaundra retaliates."

What did he mean by that? The Shaundra he knew never got angry.

Shaundra entered the dining room, said good morning to everyone in Korean, kissed Ichiro on the head and then sat down next to him.

Both Satoshi and Takumijo stopped eating to reply and to stare at her.

She looked unbelievably beautiful in a nice black pantsuit and red blouse that bought out the rosiness of her cheeks.

Her hair was pulled up to her top of her head with curls coming down on both sides. A pair of reading glasses rode low on the bridge of her nose, making her look like a teacher.

A very hot teacher. "Please tell me there is some hot coffee made," she said. "I need a power boost. I feel so drained."

"What's wrong?" Takumijo asked. "Didn't you sleep well?"

Ichiro threw him a murderous look.

"I slept quite well," Shaundra replied. "I can't start my day without coffee."

"I have a fresh pot brewing in the kitchen," Ichiro said, rising. "I'll pour you a cup."

Shaundra smiled at him and winked.

Lucky bastard, Yori thought.

Ichiro left quickly only to return a few minutes later with the coffee, a bagel and what appeared to be chocolate. He placed it before his wife.

Yori watched Shaundra as she ate the bagel and followed it up with a piece of chocolate. Was it some kind of female thing to eat sweets in the morning? Was she pregnant and craving dessert? He shook his head. No, she couldn't have kids anymore. Where is my mind this morning? "Is that some type of American thing?" he finally asked her.

"What?"

"Coffee and chocolate."

Shaundra shook her head. "No, it's a Shaundra thing. The chocolate/coffee mix has a calming effect on me. Plus I love the way it feels when it melts on my tongue." She demonstrated, much to the delight of every man at the table.

Yori watched, fascinated by the way her mouth moved. He concentrated on her plum-painted lips. Oh, oh, bad move.

Just the sight instantly turned him on.

Shaundra closed her eyes, obviously enjoying the flavor.

"Please stop."

Yori looked across the table to find Satoshi watching Shaundra with interest. "One cold shower this morning is enough, thank you." He rose and walked out of the room.

"What's wrong with him?" Shaundra asked.

Ichiro leaned over and whispered something into her ear.

"Oh!" Shaundra said with a little gasp. "I didn't think anything got to him. I'll try to keep the moaning down to a minimum."

Takumijo chuckled. "Satoshi is more fragile than he looks.

He'll be okay once his evil little brain stops conjuring up scenarios of you and Ichiro in bed."

Shaundra shook her head. "You guys are too much. Have you been discussing this all morning? No wonder you all looked shocked when I walked in. So, we have an active sex life. It's no big deal."

"It's a big deal if you're sleeping in the next room," Yori replied.

"Sorry," Shaundra replied. She turned to her husband. "I will not be coupling with you in the morning anymore during the duration of our stay."

Ichiro rolled his eyes at Yori. "Screw them. Why should I suffer?"

Shaundra gently stoked his face with her finger. "Okay, but we have to be quieter. We don't want to offend."

"Screw them," Ichiro said again. He looked down at his watch. "We need to hurry. We have an eight o'clock appointment, and then I need to get to the television station for an interview."

Shaundra looked down at her watch. "Oh, that's right."

She rose first and then Ichiro followed, removing his apron.

"I'll clean all this up when we return," he told Yori and Takumijo. "I'll see you guys later." He followed Shaundra out of the room like an obedient puppy.

"Do you think a psychiatrist can help her?" Takumijo asked.

Yori shrugged his shoulders. "Who knows? But one thing I am sure of is that she won't ever need a sex therapist or a marriage counselor."

"So true," Takumijo agreed. "But I'm more worried about Satoshi. He might have you guys fooled with his acting, but not me. She's still gets to him."

"Maybe she should not have sent this Cristal person to Yi- jun."

Takumijo rose and started stacking their dirty dishes on a cart. "I never said Satoshi was bright when it comes to women."

Yori agreed. "Maybe I should have a little heart-to-heart talk with Satoshi before Ichiro kicks his ass."