Dangerous Game

by Selphie

Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley sat in the living room of the palatial home she shared with her husband in Greenwich, a glass of wine in one hand and her mobile ‘phone in the other.  Hunter had been cleared to wrestle a couple of days earlier after his time out injured and was due back on the road with her the next day.  She drank the contents of her glass, sitting forward in her chair and grabbing the bottle of wine from her coffee table, pouring herself another glass.

The last thing she wanted was Hunter back on the road with her, watching her every move.  She loved her husband, she had no doubt about that, but he wasn’t what she wanted anymore.  She wanted more from life, more than someone who could love her and take care of her.

She was happy with Hunter, content in their loving relationship.  Right up until the night Chris Jericho fucked her.  She had no feelings for him but the roughness and the intensity of their times together did more for her than any time Hunter ‘made love’ to her.  Stephanie loved the way Jericho insulted her, the way he disrespected her, the mind games he played.  Hunter was a different person when he was Stephanie.  The sick bastard who organised the Austin hit and run incident was left at the door when he was with her.  He was safe, the perfect doting husband.  Stephanie wanted Hunter to treat her rough, to treat her like a slut.  But he wouldn’t.  He loved her too much.

And it annoyed her. 

That’s why her sessions with Jericho had become regular features of her life on the road.  There wasn’t a part of an arena they hadn’t fucked in, her personal favourite being the Spanish announce desk.  But with Hunter back on the road the sessions would draw to an end.  It was too dangerous to continue the affair with Jericho. 

Hence the wine and the phone.  Wine for courage and a phone because she knew that one sexy smile from Jericho, one flick of his hair and she’d be on her hands and knees begging him to fuck her again.  At least with a phone she didn’t have to see him.

She finished her glass of wine and dialled in Jericho’s cell number from memory.  She glanced at the clock, Hunter’s work out at the local gym was due to last another hour.  Plenty of time to finish it with Jericho and regain her composure afterwards.

“Hello Stephanie.”

“How did you know it was me?”

“Your number came up on the display.”

“How do you know my number?”

“Ah, that would be telling Princess.”

Stephanie placed her glass on the coffee table and relaxed into the couch.  Just hearing Jericho’s voice on the other end of a telephone line was making it difficult for her.  She loved his voice, the way it would always grow deeper as he was about to cum to an almost gravel-esque texture.  He said her name with such disgust that it sent shivers down her spine.

“What do you want Stephanie?  I haven’t got all night.”

“Hunter got his clearance to wrestle a few days ago.  He’s coming back tomorrow.”

“Ah.”

There was a long pause on the line as Jericho mulled the information over.  Stephanie stayed quiet, silently praying that he wouldn’t make it difficult for her.  Or tell Hunter.

“So you’re ending it?”  Jericho said after what seemed like an eternity to Stephanie.

“I have no choice.  There is no way we could continue without him finding out.”

“Do you want to end it?”

Stephanie sighed.  “Of course not.”

She heard him chuckle, pleased at her response.  “I guess I’m just that damn good huh?”

“I wouldn’t quite go that far...”

“Oh come on!  You’re telling me that if I was there with you right now you wouldn’t let me fuck you?”

Stephanie ran her fingers through her hair.  If he was there with her right now she had numerous things she’d let him do.  All of them included his cock being inside a part of her.  She tried to remove the neediness from her voice when she replied to him.  “You know I would.”

“Hm.”

“What?”  Stephanie questioned.  She’d heard that “Hm” before.  It was Jericho’s ‘I have an idea’ sound.

“Shame I’m not there...” 

“Yeah it is...  What are you thinking?”

“Where are you?”

“I’m at home.”  Stephanie said, puzzled about where Jericho was going with this.

“Alone?”

“Yeah.  Hunter’s down the gym, he’ll be about another hour.”

“Perfect.”  Even through the phone line Stephanie could hear the wicked grin that had just broke out on Jericho’s face.

“What are you wearing?”  Jericho asked her.

“Oh my...”  Stephanie sighed.  “Phone sex?  This is not going to work.  You aren’t going to get me off like this.  I wouldn’t even bother trying.”

“At least let me try.  Now answer my question so I can get a visual.”

Stephanie looked down at herself, shaking her head in disbelief at what Jericho was asking of her.  Phone sex.  It had never worked for her when Hunter tried, she usually sat there reading a magazine occasionally ‘oohing’ and ‘ahhing’ into the phone pretending to cum.  “What are you wearing first?”

“Shit Stephanie, you’re not going to make it easy are you?  I’m wearing those tight blue jeans you love so much, a black T-shirt and red silk boxers.  Nothing interesting.  Now you tell me.”

“Okay.  You’re not going to believe me though.  I just came out the shower so I’m wearing a silk bath robe.”

“That it?”

“Yeah.”

“Honestly?  You aren’t just screwing with me?”

“Honestly.”  Stephanie played with the tie around her waist, starting to wish she’d lied to him.

“Good.  Undo the belt and push one side off of your shoulders.  But when you do it drag the tips of your fingernails along the curve of your breast.”

“Okay.”  Stephanie sighed and did as she was told, shivering as her breast met the air.

“Stephanie, if you aren’t going to work with me this isn’t going to happen.  Close your eyes.  Are they closed?  Good.  Run your fingers over your breast, let the fingertips softly dance across your nipples.  But imagine it’s me.  Imagine it’s my fingers touching you.  Keep that thought in your head and squeeze your nipple until it hardens.”

Stephanie followed his instructions, screwing her eyes together tightly.  As her fingers tweaked her nipple into a hard pink nub she could almost believe it was Jericho who was doing this.  Almost.

“Lick your fingers.”

“What?  Why?”  Stephanie asked, her fingers still idly tracing patterns on her breast.

She heard him sigh in annoyance before he answered her.  “Just do it okay?  Make sure they’re really wet.”  He paused for a second, happy just to listen to the sucking noises he could hear down the phone.  “Run your wet fingers around your nipple.  But it isn’t your fingers you can feel, it’s my tongue that’s leaving a wet trail on your tits.  I’m taking your nipple in-between my teeth, sucking on it strongly as my tongue flicks over the nub.  I’ve left a red mark all around your nipple I’ve sucked that strongly.  You like that?  You starting to believe this now?”

“Hm, yes and yes.  I wish it was your tongue.”  Stephanie said, surprised at the effect her own touch was producing. 

“I wish it was my tongue too.  I’m moving lower, my fingers lightly dancing across your stomach as it contracts away from my touch.  Can you feel that?”

“Oh yeah...”

“They’re skipping across your thighs as I look at you, lying there with your bath robe open exposing your gorgeous body to me.  I can’t help but push your knees apart, eager to fill you with my cock...  Are you touching yourself yet?”

“No, I’m doing as you say.”  Hearing Jericho’s sexy drawl over the phone accompanying her touches was working on Stephanie.  With her eyes closed and the only senses used being touch and hearing she could believe that Jericho was with her, that he was looking at her as his fingers danced over her body.

“That’s a good slut.”  She heard him chuckle at his own insult.  “I can’t help myself any longer, I have to touch you.  I have to feel your juices on my finger.  I run my finger along your pussy and stop at your clit, rubbing my finger against it as I feel your whole body respond to me.”

“Fuck...”  Stephanie started rubbing her index finger against her clit, doing exactly as Jericho told her.

“You’re pushing yourself into my touch as you start to get wet for me...”

“I am wet for you Jericho...”

“And you’re going to get wetter.  I push a finger inside you, it’s sliding in easily as your juices run onto my hand.  Fuck Stephanie, you feel like pure velvet around my finger, so tight...”

Stephanie moaned into the phone as she pushed a finger inside herself, her hips arching off the couch eager to be filled.  She quickly added another finger as she felt the sensations start to build inside her.

“I inch another finger inside you.  They’re rubbing against your walls, trying to find your spot.  Let me know when I find it.”

Stephanie pushed her fingers in further, angling them until she hit the spot she was after.  “Ohhhhh, that’s it Jericho.  You got it.  Are you hard?”

Jericho looked down at the telltale bulge in his jeans and smiled to himself.  “How can I not be?  You sound so hot over the phone and don’t forget I already have the visual after I caught you fingering yourself a couple of weeks ago.”

She took her fingers out of herself and wiped them on her bath robe.  “Undo your jeans.  This isn’t a one way deal.”  Stephanie heard Jericho shuffle around as he unzipped his jeans and eased them and his boxers off his hips.  “Any pre-cum?”

“Yeah, just a little.” 

“Wipe your thumb over the head but imagine it’s my tongue.  You know how good my tongue feels on your cock don’t you?”

“So fucking good Stephanie.”

“Yeah but not as good as my mouth is it?  Your cock looks so appetising to me, so thick and beautiful.  I can’t help myself as I press my lips to the head, opening my mouth wide as it slips inside.  I bring my hands to your balls, massaging them in my palms as I take more and more of you into my mouth.  Fuck Jericho, I love the way your cock scrapes along the roof of my mouth as my tongue runs along your skin.”

Jericho started stroking himself as he listened to Stephanie’s description.  He closed his eyes, sinking back into his bed as past images of Stephanie giving him head flashed into his mind.  “Take it all Stephanie...”  He moaned.

“I’m trying.  My nose is buried in your light pubic hair as I deep throat you.  I can feel your fingers wrapping in my hair.  You’re bucking your hips to meet my mouth, I can tell you’re close...”  She could tell.  His moans of pleasure were telling her that.  He moaned loudly, his melodic breathless voice sent shivers down her spine.  “I don’t want you to cum in my mouth though.  I want you to cum in my pussy.  I reluctantly take my mouth from your cock.  How do you want me?”

Jericho paused forcing his hands away from his cock which by this time was a fetching shade of purple.  His hand was coated in pre-cum so he wiped his fingers clean on his T-shirt.  “On your back.  I wanna see your face as I fuck you.”

“I’m on my back, legs open, just waiting for you to fill me.”

“I’m pushing my cock inside, I can feel you all around me as I start to move.”  Jericho started stroking himself again, his hips lifting from the bed as he imagined it was Stephanie he was fucking and not his hand.

“Ohhh, I can feel you Jericho.  You’re stretching me, filling me completely.”  Stephanie fingered herself again, pushing two fingers straight inside.

“I could stay inside you forever.  Your pussy is so tight and slippery around my cock it’s like silk.”

“Fuck me harder Jericho.  Faster.  I want all of you inside me.”  Stephanie moaned into the phone as she felt her orgasm start to build.  She could hear accompanying moans coming from Jericho, heightening her pleasure.  “You’re making me so hot I dig my nails into your back.”

“Hmmm, I can feel you scratching my skin, not caring if you mark me.  I’m sucking on your neck as I fuck you even harder.”

Despite her initial reservations Stephanie was deep in the fantasy.  So deep that she didn’t hear the front door open as Hunter returned home early from his workout. 

Hunter dumped his bag in the hallway and walked towards the living room door, pausing when he heard Stephanie moan.  He poked his head around the door and saw his wife lying on their couch fingering herself as she spoke into her cell phone.

“Ohhh, I love feeling your lips on my neck, it always gets me.  I can feel you moan against my skin as I contract my muscles around your cock.”

Hunter stopped himself from running into the living room and ripping the phone out of Stephanie’s hand.  He had suspected she was cheating on him while he’d been injured but he hadn’t been sure.  He had to find out who she was talking to.

“Fuck, I can’t hold out any longer Stephanie.  Are you nearly there?  I want us to come together.”

Stephanie withdrew her fingers and rubbed her clit frantically as she felt herself begin to cum.  “I’m cuming...  Shoot for me, fill me with your cum...”

“Ohhhhh.”  Jericho moaned as his cock twitched in his hand and coated his fingers and sheet in cum.  “Fuck that was intense...”

“Hm-hm.”  Stephanie replied as she licked her fingers clean. 

“Say his name bitch...”  Hunter whispered to himself as he watched Stephanie, still basking in her orgasm.

“And to think you didn’t want to do this.”

“What can I say?  You’ve taught me a few things since Hunter’s injury.”

She heard Jericho chuckle.  “It’s still over though isn’t?”

“Yeah.  Don’t worry though, whenever Hunter ‘makes love’ to me I’ll imagine it’s you.  I’ll wish it was you.”

“If you ever want to give me a call, feel free.  See you around Stephanie.”

“You will.  ‘Bye.”

Hunter walked back to the front door and slammed it loudly.  “Stephanie, are you home?”

“Er, yeah. I’m in the living room.”  Stephanie quickly refastened her belt and wiped away her cum from the leather sofa, hoping that Hunter wouldn’t be able to see how hot and alive she felt.  “How was your workout?”

“Fine.  Did anyone call when I was out?”

“Just Shane.  I’m really tired Hunter.  Do you mind if I go to bed?”

“No, I’ll be up in a bit.” 

Hunter watched as Stephanie left the room, his anger building inside.  He’d heard what Stephanie had said, that she’d imagine when he made love to her it was her ‘lover boy’.  Whomever he maybe.  And Hunter was determined to find out who.  He picked up her cell phone and hit the re-dial button.  He paced around the room impatiently as he waited for it to be answered.

“What now Stephanie?  I really must be that damn good huh?”

“Jericho...”  Hunter muttered to himself as he hung up.  He now knew who ‘lover boy’ was, he just didn’t know what he was going to do about it.

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“Thanks.”  Stephanie said, smiling politely at the hotel receptionist who had just handed her the key to her hotel suite.

She followed the young porter to the lift, watching from a distance as he struggled with the numerous cases she and Hunter always took on the road with her.  Usually Hunter would help but he was preoccupied with a signing at the arena much to Stephanie’s relief.

The past two weeks had been a nightmare for her.  Hunter was back on the road, a fit and active member of the roster again, and he had spent the entire two weeks criticising her every move.  Not a single kind word had passed his lips to her, instead they’d spent most nights throwing various parts of hotel suite decor at each other as they got into another blazing row.  Stephanie had no idea what Hunter’s problem was, she just knew it was a problem with her.

The past fortnight had been a nightmare for another reason also.  She’d been true to her word and hadn’t re-ignited her affair with Jericho.  But she wanted to.  Every night as she lay next to Hunter in bed, hearing his angered groans as he slept she thought about seeing Jericho again.  And Jericho wasn’t making it easy for her.  Whenever he saw her in the corridor or at an arena he’d stop and talk to her, holding her gaze longer than he needed to, flashing a seductive smile as he leant in so close to her she could feel his breath and smell his cologne.  It was driving her mad.

“Sorry.”  The porter muttered to Stephanie as he accidentally dropped a couple of her suitcases outside the hotel suite.  “There’s just so many...”

“So?  It’s your job isn’t it?  Do you know how much those cases cost?”  Stephanie snapped at him, instantly regretting losing her temper with him.

The porter dropped to his knees to check out the damage as he looked at Stephanie, scared at her tone of voice.  A customer like Stephanie could get him instantly fired if she caused trouble.  “I’m sorry...”

“Hey kid, don’t worry about it.  I think the Princess got out of the wrong side of the wrong bed this morning.  I’ll handle it.”

Stephanie didn’t have to turn around to recognise who had just spoken and given the porter a generous tip.

“What do you want Jericho?”

“I want to help Stephanie.  I’m just a helpful kind of guy.”  Jericho picked up a couple of the cases and gestured for Stephanie to open the door.

“Oh no, I’m not letting you into my hotel room.”

“Fine.”  Jericho dropped her cases and leaned into her, his breath blowing her hair out of place.  “Carry them in yourself.  Try not to break a nail.”

She looked into his gaze, her blue eyes meeting his, and she instantly knew what would happen if she did let him into her hotel room.  It was the same thing that always happened whenever they were alone.  She’d beg him to fuck her and he’d oblige. 

“Well?  Am I helping you or not?”

Stephanie opened her hotel room door and looked at him, her blue eyes sparkling.  “You’re helping me.”

“Thought I might be.”  Jericho answered, carrying a couple of cases into the room as he winked at her.

Jericho dumped the cases by the door and turned to get the others but Stephanie had other ideas.  She pushed the door shut and grabbed Jericho by the neck of his T-shirt stretching the material as she pulled his lips to her own.  She pressed her tongue to his lips asking for access to his mouth, access he gladly gave her.  The force of the kiss was hurting Stephanie’s lips but she didn’t care.  His hands were roving all over her body until they came to rest on her ass and pushed her hips into his, his hardening cock pressing into her.

Jericho broke the kiss, his hands still on her ass.  “Stephanie...”  She started sucking on his neck, her nose rubbing against his facial hair.  “What about your other cases?  They’re still in the hall.”

“They’re Hunter’s.  Let them stay there.”

He picked her up, Stephanie wrapping her legs around his waist tightly, pulling him close to her.  They kissed again, their tongues tangling together, rubbing against the roofs of each other’s mouths.  Jericho carried her into the bedroom and lay her down onto the double bed,  removing his shirt instantly feeling Stephanie wrap her full lips around one nipple, her tongue poking between her lips and playing with the nub.  She unfastened his trousers pulling them and his underwear off his hips, Jericho finishing the job for her. 

He grabbed her chin, roughly yanking her mouth away from his nipple so he could delve his tongue into her mouth once again.  Stephanie felt his body press on top of hers lightly, his one hand running down the side of her body and over her breasts.  For the past two weeks she’d spent every waking moment fantasising about being fucked by Jericho again.  She didn’t want to waste time with foreplay, she just wanted him inside her.

She flipped them over and sat astride him, her legs straddling his hips and pulled her top off.  He simply lay there and watched her, his hands on her hips, as her fingers unclasped her lacy blue bra and dropped it to the floor.  She undid the zipper on her skirt before lying on top of him, her breasts pressed into his chest as they kissed again.  He ran his hands down her bare back and pushed her skirt from her hips, leaving her wearing nothing but her blue panties.

Stephanie crawled down the bed, her fingernails raking the skin of his inner thighs before she nuzzled her nose in-between her balls, her tongue licking them as she could smell Jericho’s musky arousal.  He sank into the bed, his hips leaving the mattress as he tangled his hands in Stephanie’s long raven locks.  She lightly kissed a path up his cock and sucked at the slit, the salty taste of pre-cum hitting her tongue.  Jericho’s eyes opened wide as he felt Stephanie’s lips slide down his cock, the head brushing against the roof of her mouth.  He quickly looked down at her, his eyes fixated to her lips as they worked up and down his length, before shutting his eyes tightly and losing himself in the sensations.

“Is this the ‘pressing engagement’ that stopped you from attending the signing?”

Stephanie let go of Jericho’s cock, jumping off the bed in shock as soon as she heard and processed the voice that had just spoken to her.  Jericho grabbed the sheet from the bed and wrapped it around his lower body, sheepishly standing next to Stephanie as she picked up her top from the floor and made a vain and unnecessary attempt to cover herself.

“Hunter!  I... I can explain...”

Hunter stared a hole through his wife, paying no attention to Jericho.  In the two weeks since he’d found out about Stephanie and Jericho he’d been contemplating what to do about the situation but his hesitation had stopped him from doing anything at all.  He hadn’t spoken to Stephanie about it or come to a decision about what he was going to do.  Instead he’d tried to forget it, he wanted to forget it, so things between him and Stephanie could be back to the way they were.  It was clear to him now that no matter how much he tried to ignore what had happened it wouldn’t be possible.  He couldn’t just carry on as if nothing had happened, he had to confront the situation.  He just didn’t know how.  Part of Hunter wanted nothing more than to beat the living shit out of Jericho, but another part wanted him to retain some dignity and just walk out the door.  And the part that loved Stephanie just wanted him to forgive her.

“There is no explanation Steph.  You were giving him a blow job.  Voluntarily.  And it wasn’t the first time either was it?”

“Yeah...”

“Bullshit.  At least tell me the fucking truth!  How long as this been going on?”

“Couple of months...?”  Stephanie answered, scared of her husband.  She glanced at Jericho who was looking disinterested in Hunter’s reactions.

Jericho shrugged his shoulders at Stephanie.  “About that.”

Hunter turned to Jericho, his face revealing nothing.  “Shut the fuck up.  This is between me and my whore of a wife.”

Jericho laughed quietly at what Hunter said, thinking that it sounded like one of his lines.  He sat back down on the bed and watched quietly as Stephanie and Hunter got into a blazing argument.  His stare was trained on Hunter, nervously watching for any sign of violence towards Stephanie.  In reality he just wanted them to hurry up and finish so he could take care of the erection he still had, by himself if he had to. 

He stood up again as he saw Hunter stride over to Stephanie, a look of determination in his brown eyes.  Hunter stood before Stephanie and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her panties, roughly yanking them down.

“You wanted to fuck him so fuck him.”

As surprised as Stephanie and Jericho were at what Hunter had just said their surprise was no match for Hunter’s own.  As soon as the words left his mouth he realised why he hadn’t confronted Stephanie.  It was because he liked knowing that someone else found his wife attractive, it was an ego trip for him.  That and the fact that the thought of Stephanie with someone else turned him on.  He wanted to watch her with someone else.

“I don’t know what game you’re playing at Hunter but I’m not going to fuck him just because you asked me to.  It’s degrading.”

“What the fuck you laughing at?”  Hunter asked Jericho.

“Nothing.  You wanna watch don’t you?  You want to watch me fuck your wife.”

Hunter watched Jericho walk over to Stephanie, the sheet falling on the floor.  He stood beside her and grabbed the back of her head, kissing her passionately before staring at Hunter. 

“Yeah, I wanna watch.”

Stephanie switched her gaze between the two men flabbergasted at what was going on.  They were looking at each other, both smiling sinisterly.  She simply didn’t know what to think or do.  She knew the proposition of fucking her lover as her husband watched was degrading to her and perverted but she found it highly arousing.  The possibility of being caught or watched had excited her throughout the affair with Jericho.  She knew they were playing a dangerous game but it was a game all three wanted to finish.

She put her arms around Jericho’s neck, glancing at Hunter one more time before she pressed her lips to Jericho’s.  Their kiss grew intense quickly, both of them aware of the fact that Hunter was watching.  Stephanie felt Jericho’s hand parting her thighs as his tongue invaded her mouth and she eagerly pushed her legs apart, dying for his touch.  He parted her folds and brushed his fingers against her clit, her juices already coating his finger.  Stephanie moaned into Jericho’s mouth as she felt his fingers stroking her clit.

As Jericho stimulated her harder Stephanie broke the kiss and rested her head on his shoulder, her blue eyes staring at her husband.  Hunter’s eyes were glazed over with lust as he sat down on a chair in the corner of the room.  He could feel himself growing hard at the sight of Stephanie squirming underneath Jericho’s touch.  His gaze was fixed on Jericho’s hand, Stephanie’s wetness causing his fingers to glisten under the lights in the hotel room.  Hunter unfastened his jeans and released his hard cock from his underwear.  He idly stroked himself as Jericho lay Stephanie down on the bed and eased two fingers inside her.

Stephanie pushed her hips into Jericho’s hand.  His fingers were amazing, they always touched her in the right place at a pace that drove her wild with desire.  She turned her head to look at Hunter again and a moan escaped her lips as she saw him staring at Jericho’s hand as his own was running up and down his cock, smearing the pre-cum against the skin. 

“Fuck me...”  Stephanie muttered.

“Sure.”  Jericho replied, pushing his tongue inside her and removing it immediately.

“Just one thing.”  Hunter said from his chair.  “I want her on her hands and knees, being fucked like the whore that she is.”

Stephanie opened her mouth to protest at the insult but then remembered that it was insults like that that started her affair with Jericho in the first place.  It was because he insulted her and disrespected her that they’d fucked each other.  And they’d used that very position for their first time together, Jericho providing a running commentary of insults as he pounded into her.  It seemed kinda ironic to her that things turned out this way.

She got on her hands and knees, spreading her legs.  She looked at Hunter, surprised that he was watching Jericho.  All surprise was forgotten as she felt Jericho’s hands on her hips as he pushed the head of his cock into her.  She moaned, flinging her head back as he filled her completely.  Jericho brought one hand around to her front, tweaking a nipple between his fingers as he thrusted in and out of her. 

Hunter watched them, enthralled as he saw Jericho’s cock slam inside of his wife.  He stroked his cock to the same rhythm as Jericho’s thrusts.  Stephanie lifted her head back and offered her throat to Jericho, sighing in delight as he sucked lightly at her skin.  Jericho released Stephanie’s nipple and moved his hand to her clit, rubbing in circular motions as he fucked her harder.  The look of pure pleasure on Stephanie’s face as she reached around with one hand and pulled on Jericho’s hair was driving Hunter mad.  He no longer wanted to watch, he wanted to participate.

He got out of his chair and stepped out of his open jeans and underwear, discarding his shirt as he walked to the bed.  He sucked at Stephanie’s earlobe, the sound of flesh meeting flesh to much for him to stand idly by.

“You wanna join in now?”  Jericho asked breathlessly, burying himself deep into Stephanie’s pussy before ceasing his thrusts, his fingers still rubbing her clit.

“I want to join in.”

Stephanie gestured for Hunter to lie down on his back, diagonally across the bed.  She gripped the base of his cock and guided it into her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks to take more of it.  Jericho stayed deep inside her, watching her head rise up and down on Hunter’s cock a couple of times before withdrawing from her completely and roughly slamming back inside.  As Jericho slammed back into her Stephanie let out a loud moan, the vibrations of her speech causing Hunter to moan as well.

Jericho upped his pace, pounding into Stephanie hard and fast, his fingers roughly rubbing her clit.  Stephanie attacked Hunter’s cock as Jericho fucked her harder, grazing her teeth along the sensitive skin before following them with her tongue.  Hunter forced his eyes to stay open and they locked with Jericho’s, the two of them staring at each other as Stephanie came first.  As she came she screamed loudly, her voice muffled by Hunter’s cock.

“Fuck.”  Jericho muttered as Stephanie’s walls contracted around his cock causing him to cum and shoot spurt after spurt inside her.

Stephanie deep throated Hunter, her fingers massaging his balls as he came, filling her mouth with his cum.  She drank all of it and rolled onto her back, exhausted with the sheer intensity of her orgasm.  She felt Jericho’s tongue licking at her pussy, drinking the mixture of her cum and his own that was flooding out of her.  She felt the bed shift as Hunter joined Jericho, their tongues alternating on her.  She closed her eyes as their tongues cleaned her out, feeling a mouth occasionally suck on her clit.  Stephanie wasn’t sure if they were cleaning her up or trying to make her cum again but she didn’t care either way.

“Why’d you stop...?”  Stephanie asked as a few seconds passed with no touch from either of them.

She looked up at them and nearly came again when she saw them kissing each other.  Their lips were pressed together and Stephanie could occasionally see their tongues tangling as they changed the positions of their heads.  Jericho’s hands were on Hunter’s back, tracing the outlines of his muscles.  Hunter had one hand tied up in Jericho’s hair and the other on his neck, his thumb stroking the top of his spine.  Jericho sucked on Hunter’s bottom lip as he broke the kiss, the pair of them both realising that Stephanie was watching them.

“I didn’t know you swung that way Hunter.”

Hunter laughed gently.  “It’s been a while for me but yeah I do.  Is that a problem?”

“Fuck no.  That was so hot.”

“I guess you’re finding out all kinds of things about each other aren’t you?”  Jericho said.

“Seems like it.  Thanks to you.”  Hunter lightly kissed Jericho again, stroking the side of his face.

“Hmm.”  Stephanie moaned softly.  “I want to see you fuck him Hunter.”

Stephanie sat on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs as they kissed again, Hunter forcing Jericho to lie flat on the bed before lying on top of him.  She pushed Hunter’s loose hair away from his neck and sucked at the nape as one of Jericho’s hands caressed her ass.  Hunter pulled away and caressed Jericho’s chest, his fingers lightly running over Jericho’s perfect skin and playing with his sensitive nipples.

Hunter lowered his head to Jericho’s chest planting feathery kisses on the skin before sucking on one of his nipples.  Stephanie followed Hunter’s lead and sucked his other nipple, tugging at the skin as Jericho wrapped his one hand in her hair and the other in Hunter’s.  Hunter and Stephanie pulled away, sharing a quick kiss as Jericho watched them expectantly. 

Hunter rolled Jericho onto his stomach and kissed from his neck to the base of his spine his lips pressing firmly against the skin, leaving little red marks that quickly disappeared.  He lightly bit the flesh of Jericho’s ass, hearing him moan softly in encouragement.  Stephanie knelt next to Hunter and watched as Hunter licked around Jericho’s hole, Jericho instantly raising onto his knees and pushing into Hunter’s touch.  She alternated her view between what Hunter was doing with his tongue and watching the expressions on Jericho’s face.  His eyes were half closed, his mouth occasionally opening so a soft moan could escape. 

She could see that Jericho was quickly becoming hard again and moved behind Hunter, bringing a hand around to Hunter’s soft cock.  She started massaging his balls, taking them roughly into her hands and squeezing lightly as Hunter continued to tease Jericho.  Hunter worked a finger into Jericho, stretching him as he tried to find his prostrate. 

“Ohhhhh, Hunter...”  Jericho muttered.

Stephanie angled her body so she could have a better view of what was going on as she started to run her hand up and down Hunter’s hardening cock.  The mewls of pleasure that were coming from Jericho as Hunter added a second finger and started manipulating his spot sounded sexy as hell to her.  She worked Hunter’s cock faster, trying to get him rock hard.  She was eager to actually see them fuck.  She’d never seen two men together before but there was something strangely beautiful about seeing her husband fuck her lover, something that was making her wet again.

Her mouth dropped open in amazement as Hunter replaced his fingers with his tongue, pushing it inside Jericho as he squirmed into Hunter’s touch.  She saw Jericho rest his head onto the bed as he moaned encouragement to Hunter.  The pre-cum was starting to accumulate at the tip of Hunter’s cock and she wiped it onto her fingers, aiding her hand as she stroked him harder.

“Fuck me Hunter...  I need you inside me.”

Hunter removed his tongue from Jericho and motioned to spit on his hand so he could lube his cock.  He was stopped by Stephanie as she licked his cock, taking it into her mouth and soaking it thoroughly.  Jericho rolled onto his back, his hand stroking his cock as he watched Stephanie sucking Hunter.  She quickly stopped, not wanting Hunter to get off in her mouth.  No, she wanted to see him cum inside Jericho.

She watched spell bound as Hunter slowly eased the head of his cock into Jericho, Jericho’s face showing his pain.  Pain which quickly turned to pleasure as Hunter pushed all the way in and started slowly thrusting into him.  As she sat and watched Hunter thrust into Jericho she couldn’t help but touch herself.  It wasn’t so much the actual act of sex that was making her hot, it was the looks on their faces.  Two men who hated each other deeply turning that feeling into something as passionate as this.  Both were quietly moaning in pleasure, both slamming their hips to meet each other...  She couldn’t keep her fingers away from herself.  It was too fucking beautiful to her.

Jericho looked over at her, noticing that she was fingering herself and beckoned her over to him.  She crawled up to him and positioned herself over him, immediately feeling his tongue plunge into her as Hunter started stroking Jericho’s cock in time with his thrusts.  She leaned back and twisted her neck so that Hunter could kiss her, Jericho’s tongue rubbing against her inner walls.  She felt Jericho moan into her as Hunter stroked his cock faster, bringing her hands to play with her nipples.

Stephanie felt Jericho remove his tongue from her and bury his nose against her clit as he came, groaning in pleasure as he cum splattered over Hunter’s hand, his own stomach and Stephanie’s ass.  Hunter groaned animalistically as he came, his head slumping forward and resting on Stephanie’s shoulder as he unloaded into Jericho’s ass.  After he regained his senses Jericho continued tongue fucking Stephanie, bringing his finger up to rub her clit again.  It wasn’t long after the start of the dual stimulation that Stephanie came as well, her cum flooding into Jericho’s mouth as she uttered both his and Hunter’s name.

All three of them collapsed onto the bed, Hunter and Stephanie cleaning themselves and Jericho of Jericho’s cum.  They lay in silence for a while, all basking in their orgasms and afraid to discuss what would happen next between them.

Finally Jericho broke the silence.  “Now what?”

“You mean between us?”  Stephanie asked.  Jericho nodded at her.  “Well that’s up to you Hunter.”  She said, staring at Hunter.

Hunter paused for a moment, thinking about what to say.  “Personally I’d like to do this again...”

“So would I.”  Jericho replied, kissing Hunter’s chest.

“I never wanted to end it in the first place.”  Stephanie said, kissing them both.

“Then we’re agreed then.  As long as we all know about it, and agree to it, we can fuck each other.”  Hunter summed up.

“Sounds good to me.”

“And me.”

THE END

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