Joe
I was in husband and daddy mode during my downtime but from the moment I started packing my bags for the road, Vivian consumed my thoughts. So many different things floated around in my head. The guilt of cheating, the possibility of losing my family over it, the unfortunate fact that I couldn't wait to be around Vivian again despite promising Galina and myself that I wouldn't.
I have it all. A beautiful family, on top of the world career wise. So why risk fucking it up? I honestly can't say. There's this primal urge I forgot existed in me that suddenly got pushed to the surface when Vivian started coming around. Now that it's been unleashed, I can't stop it anymore. I shouldn't want to be anywhere near her especially so soon after the blow up yet here I am going against my common sense, knowing it's wrong. But the need to satisfy that urge and the thrill associated with it was too powerful and had taken over my otherwise quiet and contented life.
I dropped my kids off at their schools earlier and just finished looking in on the babies.
"I'm getting ready to head out, babe," I called to Galina as I stood by the front door. She'd calmed down and was almost back to her normal self.
"Alright, be careful," she hugged me.
"Will do. I love you," I replied.
"Love you, too," she paused, eyes narrowing. "I don't have to tell you again about you know who, right?"
"G, I'm not worried about that girl. I'm just trying to go knock out these shows, get in, get out and get back home to you and the kids," I already hated who I was starting to become, revert back to rather.
No stops, as soon as I stepped off the plane I headed straight to the arena. I saw quite a few people but because Vivian didn't carpool with anyone, I had no way of knowing if she was here already or not. I found myself checking her accounts more often than I can count. I would at least like to know what frame of mind she's in but there were no pictures, no stories, no tweets. The minutes passed by painfully slow so I decided to head to catering to pass some time and ease my anxiousness. Eventually, I got called for a photoshoot.
After the first shots, I looked over at the sidelines and spotted her. She was watching but her expression was unreadable. I assumed she was waiting for me but once my shoot wrapped, I found out that wasn't the case.
"Vivian, give me a minute to change lenses and you're next," the photographer said.
"What's up?" I said, approaching.
"Hey, how are you?" she sounded polite, that's it. There was no awkwardness. You would think nothing happened.
"Alright, Viv, you're up," the photographer called.
"Welp, that's my cue. Excuse me," she said, brushing by me.
I hung around for a minute but left, not wanting anyone to notice my presence.
The next time I bumped into Vivian, she was dressed for a match and fumbling with her elbow pads.
"Hey, are you good?"
"Yeah?" she replied.
"Are you sure?" I pressed.
"Why wouldn't I be?" she raised a confused brow. "Are you good because you've been acting kind of weird today?"
I felt flustered, my mind going blank as I tried to figure out how to not embarrass myself any further. "Yeah."
"Okay, well, I have a match so I need to get in my zone," she replied, basically dismissing me.
And just like that I felt like an idiot for having these clearly one sided desires. Now that I think about it, it's probably for the best but there was still one thing that was bothering me.
Vivian
Want to drive a man crazy? Ignore him. Ignore the fuck out of him. Act like he's not important at all. I'm sure Joe was expecting me to be awkward, clingy, not able to move past what happened and running up behind him but as you can see, that behavior was reversed onto him. I relished in the look of shame all over his face when I acted unbothered for a 2nd time. I doubt this would be the last I saw of him. You can tell he was going through emotional turmoil and the only person he could talk to about it was me.
I was curious about how everything went at home but judging by his IG stories over the past few days in his home gym, Galina didn't kick him out. He also showed up today wearing his wedding ring so apparently he was able to lie enough to get her back because she sounded done over the phone. In the end, she's going to wish she would've let him go right then and there. It would've saved her some embarrassment. Until then, oh well, this wouldn't be the first time she's shared him.
I still can't believe that I not only fucked him but enjoyed every second of it. Evidently, Joe naked with a hard dick and a wet tongue is the only way I can stand him. If everything goes right tonight, we'll be back at it again.
My match was against Natayla. It was nothing memorable. Everytime I get online I see fans complaining about my recent lackluster performances and how I've regressed since NXT. I only put in work back then to get me where I am today. The closer I move toward my goal, the less I give a fuck about this wrestling shit.
After the show, I got dressed and walked out with my bags. Joe went right past me without saying a word or even looking at me. Hmm, maybe the nonchalant act backfired.
"Why are you standing there looking crazy?" Bianca asked.
"Girl, I don't know. I blanked out for a second," I forced a chuckle.
"O...kay," she looked at me warily. "Anyway, do you need a ride to the hotel? You can get in with me and Tez."
"Sure, thanks," might as well.
I sulked in a bubble bath, trying to figure out how to fix this. There was no way I could approach Joe now after blowing him off twice. Damn...Damn...Ding. I don't know anyone else who would be contacting me this late so it had to be him. I almost slipped trying to get out and over to the bathroom counter. Yes! He was like a moth to a flame.
Joe: U up?
Me: Yeah, just getting out the tub.
Joe: Can we talk?
Me: Sure, I'm listening.
Joe: No, in person if you don't mind. You can come to my room or I can come to yours.
Me: You think that's a good idea?
Joe: Probably not but I can't sleep with this on my chest.
Me: Okay. Room 582
Joe: I'll give you a few minutes but crack the door so I won't have to knock and risk standing there waiting while someone is passing.
Me: K
I squealed with excitement, hurrying to dry off, brush my teeth, spray some perfume and run a comb through my hair. He said he wanted to talk but deep down he knew he wanted to fuck again and I was 100% okay with that. He should be here soon and I didn't want to look like I was sitting there patiently waiting on him so I remained in the bathroom until I heard the door open and close.
"Viv?"
"Hey, I'm here," I say, grabbing a hotel robe to cover my naked body. I turned off the bathroom light and made my exit. He was sitting on the edge of the bed. "Last week was my fault but this time when Mrs. Anoai calls and hears something in the background and you get yourself in trouble again don't blame me."
"Oh, we already talked and I said I was going to sleep so I don't have to worry about her again tonight," he said.
"Alright, well if that's out of the way, let's talk," I said, sitting beside him.
"After thinking about it a little while ago I felt bad because I remembered our conversation in the car earlier that day where you gave me props for not taking advantage of you like other men would. How I never even flirted with you, etc. Then, that night before going up to the room you said you trusted me. All of that only for us to end up..." he trailed off, sighing. "I figured that's why you're upset with me now."
"I'm not upset, I still trust you and technically I started it when I suggested it," if I planned on getting dick tonight, I couldn't allow him to feel too guilty. This is where I thaw my ice act.
"Yeah, but I finished it," he replied.
"Let's just forget about all of that. Shit happens," I shrugged. "It was just sex. No big deal. You're still a good man. Also, let me make this clear, I'm not a homewrecker or the type to go after taken men. I would've never come on to you if I didn't think your marriage was over. Thank God it's not so it's all good."
He shook his head. "I wish it was all good. I would love more than anything to forget last week happened and go back to normal."
"What's the problem? Why can't you?"
"Because I can't stop thinking about you. I don't even know why I'm saying this because you're obviously over it."
Reaching out, I touched his hand. "Actually, I'm not. I was distancing myself today because after you worked things out at home, I didn't want to cause anymore problems or ruin your marriage. Honestly, I can't stop thinking about you either. I mean, how could I forget after the night and morning we shared. I am a little salty though that you walked out and abandoned me. I never got a chance to thank you..."
"I think I should be the one thanking you," he smirked.
"I'm serious, that was... that was... WOW!" I giggled.
"Yeah," he agreed. "Now what?"
"Nothing, we had our fun and it's done," I stated and he looked disappointed. "Joe, I already explained my side. You two seemed over and I was being spiteful after she called me a bitch. Looking back, I honestly think I overreacted because if the roles were reversed, I'd think something was going on too so I'm not even mad at that anymore. From the way everything sounded that night, you were blessed to have been able to go home and fix things. Why would you turn around and jeopardize it."
I already knew why. Once a person gets away with something once, whether it's cheating, stealing and sadly even murder, they go on to do it again and again no matter how wrong or illegal it is. It's like a rush they get. Welcome back to the dark side.
His head hung low. "I'm ashamed. I know I'm married and I love my wife but I can't help the way I feel."
"You can't help the way your dick feels because that's exactly what you're thinking with right now. This isn't even you, Joe. You're the same guy who not that long ago called to curse me out after I accidentally sent those pictures to your phone," I laughed. "I see what you're getting at but we can't do this again. I'm already not the most popular girl backstage so I don't need to earn myself a bad reputation by messing around with you."
"What, do you think I'd tell anyone? I'm married and the face of the WWE so I have every reason to keep it to myself," he replied.
This was going as planned. I was being apprehensive while he was the one pursuing me. "I still don't know. The cons pretty much outweigh the pros."
"As long as we both keep our mouths shut and play it cool, the cons are irrelevant. But the pros..."
"Are what?" I inquired. He leaned in, kissed my neck and moved his mouth close to my ear.
"The connection we formed through sex. The way I made you feel. Don't you miss the orgasms you had with me? The way your body responded to every sensation? You loved the feeling of me deep inside you and the way I had you begging me to fuck. I want to hear those groans and moans escape from your lips because of what you were getting from me," his smooth, seductive whispers sent shivers down my spine. "Tell me you want it again as bad as I do."
"Actions speak louder than words so how about I show you," untying my robe, I grabbed his hand and put it between my legs so he could feel how wet I was.
Joe cupped his hand over my entire pussy, then dipped two long, thick fingers inside, rubbing his thumb against my clit, building a fire inside of me with each circle it completed.
He stroked my inner walls with his fingertips. The way he was touching me was something I'd never felt before. I cried out against his shoulder, pressing my mouth into it in an attempt to stay quiet but I couldn't stop myself as he pumped. I hated how good he was at this and resented how fast he learned my body. Soon enough, I was sliding my pussy back and forth on his fingers while spasms started ripping through me.
"You feel so good. I love the way you're fucking my hand," Joe whispered before kissing me, his tongue moving in and out of my mouth in the same way his fingers slid in and out of my body.
I decided to give him some attention as well, pulling the band of Joe's sweatpants forward, his dick sprung out like a Jack in the box. My hand circled around it and stroked. It felt too dry for my liking so I reached between my legs and gathered my overflowing wetness to coat him which he seemed to appreciate judging by his groans. I stroked his hard shaft with my left hand and massaged his balls gently with my right.
"I think we should set some ground rules," Joe spoke into my mouth between kisses.
"We should," I replied, nibbling on his bottom lip.
"I'm not leaving my family..."
"Of course not," little did he know, they'd be leaving him. "I wouldn't ask or want you to."
"Things would be less complicated without feelings involved..."
"Catching feelings for a married man with five kids would be dumb so agreed."
"I want full ownership of this pussy which means I don't want you messing around with anyone else..."
A married man not wanting to be cheated on by his sidechick. Laughable to say the least. "I don't want anyone else so that's no problem."
"There's one more thing. I have good sex with Galina although I have to admit there's not a lot of it these days due to the kids and other responsibilities. The point is, I don't want boring, plain sex so if we're going to do this, I want the excitement of the last time, everytime..."
"You want excitement? Keep fingering me, put your face close to my pussy and I'll give it to you," l laid back on the bed and his fingers continued to pump against my g-spot.
Within seconds, my pussy popped like a geyser. A solid jet of clear liquid shot straight upward and sprayed Joe across his face and neck. My fists pounded the bed, body thrashing about almost uncontrollably. My thighs clamped down on his head so tightly, I probably could've suffocated him to death if I wanted to. I actually did want to but that would be an easier way out than what he deserved. Finally, I released Joe, giving him a chance to catch his breath but he didn't come up for air, instead choosing to lap the juices up like the dog he is from my thighs and lips until I was cleaned.
"Fuck, I gotta get in there," he struggled to pull his sweatpants all the way down before diving right in. He hissed, baring his oversized chompers. It felt great to be filled with him again but I knew it wouldn't last long. I'd already gotten him halfway there with my hand and squirting only turned him on further. His hips moved frantically for about 2 minutes before he abruptly pulled out. Jerking himself the rest of the way, he shuddered with eruption as warm, white spurts landed on my crotch area and lips. I rubbed it in like lotion.
He collapsed next to me. "You have the wettest pussy I've ever had. I wouldn't have been able to leave you alone after that night if I tried...and believe me, I tried. And you squirt? You look so innocent but you're a freak behind closed doors. That's why you remind me so much of...uh..."
"Who?" I asked, already knowing.
"Nothing," he shook his head. Coward!
"Anyway, you're the one making it wet so give yourself some credit. Never in my life have I come as hard as I have with you," I sighed. "That wasn't it, was it?"
"I'm insulted that you'd even question that. If the morning after didn't teach you anything else, I got stamina and rounds in me," he said, rolling on top of me again.
This was going to be an all-nighter for sure.