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Another man loved me last night

Chapter 1.


On-screen, in front of the thousands of fans, your married. Your Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley, the biggest bitch in the WWE and he's your husband. Hunter Hearst Helmsley aka Triple H, the WWE champion. You're the most dominant couple the WWE has ever seen, some fans love it, many hate it. You both stand in the ring, you brag about how amazing you are, you kiss, you hug, your married for crying out loud! Its allowed!

Off-screen, back in the real world, your no longer that bitch on TV, well, for the most part, your nice, people love you. Your Stephanie McMahon-Irvine, your husband is Chris Irvine, also known on-screen as Y2J, Chris Jericho, on-screen he is the Helmsley's worst enemy.. Hunter Hearst Helmsley is actually Paul Levesque, who reconciled with his on/off girlfriend of 5 years Joanie who was known as 'Chyna'. And when you kiss off-screen, it turns wrong, on-screen yes, its okay. Off-screen, its wrong, its committing adultery, its dirty, its lust and it overpowers both of you, you cant stop it, you've tried.

There's a big difference between on and off-screen. For 6 hours a week, your married to one man, for the other 162, your married to someone else. There's a big difference.

Its not love, its just sex. Meaningless sex. Well, it was at first, now, who knows what it is…

What you cant understand is why with him, its fantastic, its mind-blowing you need more and more, your addicted. With your husband, you couldn't care less, its not the same, at first it was a mistake, you don't know how it happened, you kissed, he pinned you against the wall and you willingly submitted him, you fixed your clothes and hair and left. You felt terrible. The second time you had been drinking, you remember that much, you had sex and he left your room at the end of the night. Again you felt terrible. You can remember every detail of your nights with him, how his lips feel against yours, how as soon as he looks at you, you melt, how his hands burn your skin and make you crave more, he knows exactly where and when to touch you, it's the greatest thing you've ever felt, every time. Every time its different, its new and exciting and you can wait until your next encounter. At the same time, you can wait because although when its happening or you know its about to, you cant wait, the excitement overrules the guilt. Its when its over and your on your own and your mind begins to wander you feel the guilt, its slaps you in the face like you have done to so many people.

You stand in the parking lot, he asked you to. You walked back to your office after a meeting you had with your father, there was a post-it note on your computer screen, you know its from him, yet your don't know how it got there, you locked your door when you left, you always do.

Parking lot after the show. ;)

XX

You lift the note out of your coat pocket. You smirk as your fingers trace the writing. You know its wrong, your husband is in another city. You really should feel guilty, but you cant.

Does that make you heartless?

You don't care, you really should but you cant help it, you spent weeks trying to force yourself to care more about what you were doing, its was like fighting fire with fire, there would never be a winner, you tried for so long. you know the guilt will hit you afterwards, it always does but you just cant help wanting this so much.

Your husband cheated once, you know, but he doesn't know you do. You had to find out from your best friend, because she caught them. She knows about this as well. If someone didn't know you'd go insane, you need to talk about this with someone, thank god for Amy Dumas.

You hear a cough. You turn sharply and smile, he walks closer, his eyes burning with desire, he needs you and you can tell. You decide to tease him a little, as he walks closer, you walk away slowly. He smirks, he knows what you doing and walks faster. Soon enough your trapped between him and his car. You've yet to say anything to each other.

"Well well, Miss McMahon" you smile, he never mentions your married. Irvine never comes up in conversation.

"hi." you reply, almost inaudible.

Saying nothing he opens the car door and you climb in, he looks around and climbs in beside you and closes and locks the door. He did the smart thing and parked his car far away from anyone else, even if he didn't, RAW is still on, no-one will be in the parking lot.

You smile in excitement and lean in closer, you feel your breath leave you body as soon as his hand touches your knee.

And you lose it.

You climb on top, straddling him, he smirks and runs his hands up to unbutton your shirt. He kisses you neck and heads south, he sends a trail of kisses down your chest. You regain the use of your hands and unbuckle his pants, sneaking your hands in just enough to loosen them.

You place your hand on him, brushing his erection before you grab hold of it with a tight grasp. This time he moans, his breathing quickened more than before. Knowing now that the playing field is levelled at once, you continue with your actions, determined to torture him. As you roll your thumb over the tip he breathes, "God, Steph..." So naturally you do it again, smiling as he leans in to kiss you, holding on to you, bracing himself. Your other hand joins in then, gripping him at the base, squeezing it once, twice, even three times, before you slide it up gently and bring it back down.

You hear him grunt as you feel his breath against your neck. He whimpers a "yes", and a "oh yea" and just as he regains enough strength to mutter more than two words he says, "Steph, stop it."

You do the opposite. You increase your pace, hearing him hiss as you grip him tighter, your squeezing gets firmer, your strokes get faster and he's moaning a few incoherent phrases against your skin. You have him where you want him, he is about to explode, then he grabs your hand and moves it away. His breathing was heavy, and he says, "I thought I was here to please you?"

You smirk, your eyes graced with lust, he flips you over so he is top, his hands run over the waist band of your skirt, He bends forward to kiss your stomach, you arch your back and lay your hands on his shoulders vigorously pulling him closer to you. Without notice, he had rid you from your skirt and panties. There you were, skin on skin and nothing to come between it. He swipes his tongue across your lips and sure enough, your movements come to a halt, your entire body captivated by the his tongue invading your mouth. So he takes the opportunity to glide his hands down the side of your body and push your arms away from between you both. Still distracting you with his tongue he covers you with his hand his fingers find your clit and he rubs it in a circular motion. You hold your breath then - its all you can do. And he does it again, harder, faster this time, you grip onto his shoulders and sigh, the feeling coursing through your veins right now is indescribable. You want nothing more than to feel him inside of you so you attempt to push his hands away but he grabs your wrist and pins them above you head. "you started this" he whispers.

He chuckles as you lean your head back and bite on you lip, he feels himself growing harder at the sight and brings his head up and kisses you neck, teasing you there.

You wish that your mind was working properly so you could give a sarcastic comment to his playful comment, but whatever chance you had of that has been well and truly ripped from your brain and buried in the ground as he slips a finger inside of you. You barely had a moment to adjust when another fingers joins in and he begins to move them in and out, in and out of you repeatedly. But the sensations coursing through your body right now are nothing compared to the feeling you get as soon as his mouth finds yours again, his tongue battling with yours.

His thumb then rolls against your clit sending a shock through your body, and it makes your breath hitch, and you find that you don't care anymore, because all the thoughts you had left instantly as he picks up his pace, his fingers slid further inside of you and your head falls against his strong chest, your hips grinding against his hand as you desperately search for your release. And as you feel the first tremor inside of your body, you allow a series of gasps to escape you, you know you've found it.

He knows it, too, for his mouth covers yours once more and as his tongue fighting against it begging for entrance, your world stops turning and you can't quite breathe. And before you know it you're falling over the edge. And as wave after wave travels through you, he swallows your cries, a smile gracing his lips as he continues to move his fingers, helping you to ride your orgasm out. But it becomes too much so you throw your head backwards and he holds you as your body goes through this mind-blowing intensity causing you to shake and shiver, gripping his shoulders like a vice, digging your nails in not caring if they draw blood, your body is on fire and you feel you could explode at any moment into a thousand little pieces.

As you recover he slides his fingers out and wraps his arms around you and kisses the side of your head. Now he allows you to bring your hands between them.

So you do.

You rub your hands across his muscular abdomen, he feels so nice, and he smiles at your soft touch against his skin.

You glare at each other for what seemed like an eternity, and it was then you both knew neither of you could wait any longer. The foreplay, the teasing, the torture, all of it just added to the desire you felt, you needed him in the worse way. All that before was time well spent, but now you just need to feel all of him. He moves his hands to your hips and lifting them in a message of urgency, "Steph…" he pleads, bucking upwards and making his erection brush against your core. You move against him, needing the friction once more to satisfy the ache between your legs. And dear God! how you need it. So you push his down and straddle him, once again, your in control He lifts your hips, you hover above him before you sink down onto his length, moaning at the welcome intrusion. He releases a groan once you've taken him fully.

Just then his tongue darts into your mouth and you don't hesitate at all, so you deepen the kiss, and by then you know your lost in him, but it doesn't matter because you feel him moving in you, at a fast and constant pace, your body writhes and you lift your hips so you meet his movements thrusts after thrusts because it just feels so good.

He soon alternates his strokes, the pace quickens, becomes more intense and you know that your close. "Paaaul…" you hear yourself moan out into his ear and he loves when you say his name like that, right now, he is Paul, he's not Hunter or Triple H, he is Paul, this is what makes this whole thing so wrong.

You close your eyes as the pleasure threatens to become to much. You refuse to see anything, just focusing on how he feels, how he moves you, how he effortlessly makes you moan in pure bliss. "Deeper, faster, more" you plead hoping he'd push you over the edge. So he thrusts into you more, and he found that sweet spot, he hits it several times as you gasp into his mouth. Your forced to grip his shoulders when you feel him press his thumb to your clit and he begins to roll over it once, twice, Oh god who's counting anymore! You dig your fingernails into his back, and curl your toes, an involuntary reaction to everything he is doing to you.

And with one final thrust you are forced to break the kiss as your about to lose control once more, your mind goes completely blank and you scream out his name as you clench around him and as each delicious wave washes over you he continues to move in you till every bit of last pleasure has subsided gratifying your needs and finishing off his.

His breathing is irregular - yours is ten times worse. He leans in to kiss you again, no tongues, just a simple kiss of pure satisfaction.

You sit for a mere five minutes before re-dressing and stepping out of the car, leaving him sitting there. You walk back to your office pulling you coat tighter, you feel the breeze hit you harder than before.

Once in your office you sit in your chair, your elbows leaning on the desk, your fingers running through your hair just like his did just moments ago.

This is when the guilt kicks in. you just had sex with another man, passionate, intense, incredible sex with someone that wasn't your husband. He wasn't the man you made the vows to almost 3 years ago. He wasn't the man that you hoped you would spend the rest of your life with, he was your on-screen husband, not your real life husband.

"So how are you?"

You look up shocked at the voice. Perhaps this wasn't the ideal situation.


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