The evening started off with exactly the kind of surprise that Paul liked. Trish had told him to take a shower and she would change into something more comfortable while he was in there. As he emerged from the bathroom dressed only in his boxers he saw that what she had meant was she would undress down to her black bra and thong. "So do I look in good shape?" She purred in her soft Canadian accent, referring to Laura's almost insult from earlier.
As Paul stared at his wife he wondered why the hell he had ever wanted to be with anyone else, she was crazy hot and she was a great fuck. He must have been crazy that was the only possible answer. If, no, when Laura got what was coming to her she would be the last time he cheated. It had to stop. "Good shape? You're fucking stunning," he assured her honestly. As he walked over to her Trish removed her bra and dropped it to the floor, making sure that her eyes remained locked with those of her husband, "How about now?" It felt to Paul like there was a real possibility of his balls bursting. Trish had such amazing tits that it was almost inconceivable. She had made him wait all evening but he would be damned if he was going to wait any longer. She was getting fucked and she was getting fucked right now, no bullshit, just fucked.
"Even better," he managed to confirm before picking Trish up and almost tossing her onto the bed. Trish knew well that her husband could be a selfish lover at times especially when he was as desperate for sex as he was tonight so she expected no foreplay and sure enough she was right. "Are you ready?" He demanded gruffly as he climbed onto the bed. "Yes," Trish almost whispered but as she did so the thought came to her that undoubtedly multiple times Stephanie McMahon had been in this position with her husband in various hotel rooms. Her husband who she loved with everything she was had been with another woman and although she had promised both him and herself that she could work on their marriage and try to forgive him the heartbreak and the hurt that he had caused her was still very real and it now came flooding back to her as her husband entered her. The experience had already gone from pleasurable to painful for Trish but for some reason she could not bring herself to reject him.
None of this was even close to Paul's mind as he forced his way into his wife's warmth and wetness and began to fuck her. At last after such a long wait he was fucking Trish and it felt amazing. His thrusts were almost immediately powerful and he began grunting with the effort as he began to drill her as hard as he could. Trish began gasping in what he assumed to be pleasure as well she should with his huge and rock hard length hammering into her, however something was different about this experience compared to what Paul had expected from his wife. She knew what he liked but she was not complying. She was supposed to be moaning and either begging him to fuck her harder or to stop hurting her. Either one would send him that little bit further over the edge but no, she was just lying there, panting and taking the thorough fucking that he was issuing.
If she had been on real top form she would have tried to fight him a little but there was none of that so he continued to pound away, graciously deciding to allow her to come before he did so himself, if she hurried up. He was not going to be able to hold himself much longer. He was confused as to what Trish was doing as he could feel her approaching her climax beneath him but she had covered her face with her hands. The loud moans she let out sounded strange too as she came but all Paul cared about was that he had done more than enough to satisfy her and now was time for his own release at long last. With a final huge grunt and a loud groan he unleashed a tidal wave into Trish that took several thrusts to deliver completely such was its intensity. As he pulled out of her he brushed some of his long hair away from his face and tried to regain his breath as he looked down at his wife. What the hell was her problem? The fuck had been great of course but her performance was a little strange and below par if he was honest. She had not done any of the things that he liked most as he had expected her to after such a long time apart. Then it finally sank in. Trish was crying into her hands as they covered her face. "What's wrong with you?" The question was born from confusion rather than sympathy and it seemed to worsen whatever the problem was although no answer arrived. Paul pulled one of Trish's hands from her face, "What the fuck?"
Trish angrily shoved him away and sat up on the edge of the bed, still crying, "You cheated on me Paul. How could you? How could you?" Her voice had grown more heartbroken with each word. Paul realised that this was not a time for an arrogant attitude and had to ignore his first instinct which was to angrily remind Trish that she had said that she would put this behind them or his second instinct which was ask why she had let him continue to fuck her when she was crying, that seemed kind of strange. So what should he say? Whatever he went with the night of passion that he had imagined was plainly not going to happen. At least he had fucked Trish and managed to unload himself but he had wanted it many times tonight not just once. Oh well, it was time to try to sound sympathetic or something.
The arm that wrapped around Trish and the kindly spoken words soothed her fractionally. "I'm sorry baby. Really I am. I've already told you that and how much I love you and how much I missed you. You're my wife and no one else could ever mean anything to me. Look at me." Trish looked at her husband and wished that she did not feel the way that she did. She loved him to no end and all she wanted was to be with him and be happy but the thought of him with another woman just hurt so badly. "I love you too," she managed to say, "and I want to get past this but the thought of you with her hurts so much."
"I've apologised honey, and I swear that it won't happen again. There's not much else I can do."
"I know," Trish mumbled as she stood from the bed and walked over to pick up her discarded bra, "I guess it's just going to take me some time."
The bra had been picked up and put back on and the sight of the incredible tits disappeared as did Paul's hopes of any further action. Trish wanted time? He could give her time. He wanted to be with her and if it meant giving her time then so be it. He had made the conscious decision to choose to be with her and he would stick to it. He told himself to stop constantly thinking about sex and to actually make an effort to fix his marriage. He expected Trish to try so he should at least try himself. When they were back on track he could have all of the sex that he wanted with her. His knee was hurting anyway. "How about we order some real nice food then, on room service? Or we can go out to eat somewhere?"
"Let's order in." Trish returned to the bed without putting any more clothes on for the moment. Paul leaning against the end of the bed, propped up on the pillows and had made no attempt to dress himself either. Trish lay next to him and rested her head on the arm that he wrapped around her shoulders. There was still a great view of those tits. How was he ever supposed to stop thinking about sex with these hot women around him all of the time? Hot women that wanted him too. Trish and Laura.
Laura.
Her voice came back to him. He could hear it as if she was in front of him right now.
"Oh Paul."
"You wouldn't know what to do with a woman like me Paul."
The way she had whispered it directly into his ear drove him crazy.
"You wouldn't know what to do with a woman like me Paul."
He had to fuck Laura. He just had to. He craved it like nothing before. What would those beautiful eyes look like as he did it? He hoped that Trish thought that the erection he had just gotten which was plainly obvious under his boxers was due to the sight of her in her underwear.
"You look great," Paul told himself as he looked in the mirror at his black suit pants and dark grey shirt. He had not intended to speak the words aloud but a second later he was glad that he had.
"Thank you. You do too," Trish grinned as she walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his stomach. Paul admitted to himself that his compliment could have been directed to her just as easily as himself. The black dress that she wore complimented her figure perfectly. He saw Trish look around his huge frame so that she could look into the mirror too and a beautiful smile appeared on her face. "We should get a photo together," she suggested happily.
"Sure. We'll get someone to do it when we get downstairs." Paul's attention was already on the poker tournament that was about to start. "Do you need me to tell you the hand rankings again?"
Trish giggled, "I told you before, I know how to play I'm just not good at it. I don't care anyway we've paid our money which means we've done our bit for the charity. That's what matters." She released the hold she had on her husband to make a last minute adjustment to her hair as he insisted, "No it's not. Winning that bet with Laura is what matters. I have to last longer than she does, that's what matters."
"You're really taking this seriously huh?" Trish looked at him as if she found the competitiveness a little strange.
"What, you think she isn't?" Paul snorted, "I don't care about the thousand bucks, it's the smug look on her face that I can't bear to think about. You know what that bitch's ego is like. Let's get down there, I want to speak to the rest of our group before she does. She's called everyone together in the lobby before this thing starts."
Trish giggled again, "You know part of me hopes that she beats you, just to see your face."
"Thanks honey," Paul groaned sarcastically as he held the hotel room door open for her to lead the way out. He glanced back at the huge suite, the rooms in the casino's hotel were very expensive but Laura had not offered to pay for it. Apparently she considering organising the flight for all of the fifteen or so people from WWE who were attending to get here had been enough. Oh well, the thousand bucks would cover it when he won it from her. He wanted to smirk at her as she handed it over so badly. Maybe she would have the expression on her face that he had taken to calling the drinking a cup of warm piss expression? He could still picture it right now. That day was great.
Two minutes later Paul and Trish walked into the lobby with their arms linked. This was one of the best things about being married to Trish, she was so stunningly hot that everyone noticed them and the guys always looked jealous especially the ones with fat or ugly wives next to them. Paul looked around at the people who were assembled and saw that himself and Trish were the last two to arrive aside from Laura. He saw Brie Bella chatting away happily to Daniel Bryan and remembered what Brie had looked like when he had been pounding her. There was no way that Bryan could hammer her like that. Next to them were John Cena and Brie's sister Nikki. He had never had the chance to even come close to fucking Nikki. Even though she was hotter than Brie and he definitely would have taken the chance if it had presented itself she was in love with Cena. It was what it was, there was not going to be a chance to fuck every single hot woman on the planet was there? It was time to stop looking at the women and make the announcement that he had to make before it was too late.
"Right, listen up all of you," He began loudly and rather rudely but even so everyone directed their attention to him, "Before Molinaro gets down here and starts running her mouth you should know this. We've made a bet for a thousand bucks on who lasts longer between the two of us. I'll give two hundred of it to anyone here who busts her ass so go get her."
Some amused grins were exchanged and Trish laughed at him, "You're something else, you know that?"
Paul did not respond as he had seen who had walked out of the elevator. Laura and her husband were walking over but what the fuck was she wearing? Or rather why was she wearing what she was wearing? Jeans and a white sports jacket with an Italy badge on the left side of the chest and a Puma logo on the right side. Clearly it was the jacket that a soccer team or something would wear and she was carrying a white cap in her hand too. Despite the unconventional choice of attire she looked insanely hot. Her hair was in a ponytail, it was the first time he had seen that for sure and he liked it. It would be great to yank on that while fucking her in the ass. The image ran through his mind as Laura approached and then addressed the group pleasantly, differently to the way she spoke when backstage for sure, "Good evening everyone. I want to thank all of you for coming and for the money you have donated for this important cause. With that said there are sixteen of us from WWE including myself and I expect one of us to take this thing down, if it's not me then it needs to be one of you. Understood?" Everyone nodded or mumbled agreement but then Laura added, "Oh and if anyone busts Paul over there before I go out myself I'll consider it a personal favour. That's all."
The woman whose arm was linked with Paul's own was now totally forgotten about as he watched Laura intently. He was lost on her. She was saying something to her husband as the rest of the group made their way into the room where the game would take place but then she looked over at him and smiled and that familiar gleam was in her eyes. The battle lines were drawn. There was no way he could lose. It was unimaginable.
"Come on," Trish urged as she unlinked her arm headed after the rest of group. "Just let me be on the same table as her, please," Paul mumbled.