A lot is going on in this chapter, guys...And as a fair warning to the more squeamish readers I'm going to warn you: once we get to the song lyrics, there is detailed smut. Sweet stuff is mixed in there...but it's mostly smut, I'm telling you. LOL. The lyrics will pick up where they left off in the previous chapter - so just imagine her doing the exact same dance up until that point - seemed silly to cut and paste it all.

Enjoy and let me know what you think!


That arrogant smirk graced Howard's face as he peered down at her. And Stephanie suddenly became infuriated.

"Get the hell away from me!" She seethed, quickly swinging her legs around so that she could stand up from the couch.

His face fell and he looked genuinely confused before he seemingly became irritated. "What's your deal?" He asked.

Stephanie's blue eyes widened and she scoffed loudly. "What's my deal?" she questioned. "What's my DEAL?" She asked again, waving an arm in the air. "How about the fact that you let me dance around practically fucking naked, rub all over you and make out with you?"

At this, Howard stood up, holding his hands out for peace. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," he said quickly. "Honey, I'm a guy. A single guy. What was I supposed to do, stop you?"

"What the hell is wrong with you? Hunter is your brother, for Christ's sake!"

Howard's eyebrows lifted fractionally. "What's wrong with you that you would cheat on your husband with his tw-"

Before Howard could finish his statement, Stephanie drew her hand back and slapped him across the cheek as hard as she possibly could. She pressed her lips into a thin line, her eyes burning a hole through him as she watched him lose his balance and fall back onto the couch. "How dare you!"

Poking his tongue into his cheek, he was surprised to find that he didn't taste any blood. He couldn't lie; the woman's slap was pretty powerful. He laughed a little bit and straightened his posture again. "Kinky little thing you are," he commented. Tilting his head, he gave her a smirk. "Add some chains to that outfit of yours and you may make a good dominatrix."

Widening her eyes for a moment, Stephanie looked down. In the midst of her barely contained rage, she forgot that she wasn't wearing a whole lot. Quickly, her left hand grabbed her discarded dress from the couch and used it to shield her most intimate area. She crossed her right arm over the top of her chest to cover up the mounds of her breasts. "You're disgusting. You know that?"

One shoulder lifted in a shrug. "Says the cheater."

"Fuck you, Howard."

"That's exactly what you should be doing." Howard reached his hands out and tried to pull Stephanie down to him. Stephanie wrenched herself away from him before she drew her right hand back and slapped him repeatedly, wherever she could get to him. He squirmed on the couch and held up his hands, trying to get away from her. "Enough with the hitting!" He finally yelled.

"How the hell did you even get in here?" Stephanie asked.

"Ow," he complained, narrowing his eyes at her, bringing his hand up to rub his sore cheek. "I already knew the code…and Hunter gave me a key to the front door."

Muttering unintelligibly, Stephanie shook her head. This mishap could have been prevented had her husband simply informed her that he'd done that. It would've been better if he'd asked her how she felt about it first…but recently he'd been a little touchy when it came to decision-making. Now she was stuck in this complete mess.

Hell, she felt so horrible. Her mouth and her skin had basically been violated by someone who looked exactly like her husband. Except she hadn't known she was being violated until after it happened. She was so damn upset she could hardly see straight. Meanwhile Howard was as calm as ever, with the exception of being noticeably horny. He was looking at her like she was a piece of meat and was continuing to proposition her to ignore the fact that he was not her damn husband.

Christ, how was she going to tell Hunter about this? It wasn't her fault that she didn't know Howard had a key. There was no reason for her to question whether the tall guy with the long, blonde hair, sitting on the fucking couch in her house, was her husband or not. Their relationship seemed to be back to where it was before the Howard mix-up. Undoubtedly, another mix-up would piss him off. But would he be pissed at her? That was the question she found herself asking.

Keeping this to herself wasn't a viable option. Despite the fact that this totally wasn't on her, she still felt guilty. Furthermore, Hunter needed to know that his brother was a total douche without the slightest clue what the words "family" or "loyalty" meant. She'd refrain from telling her husband, "I told you so." He'd probably be feeling vulnerable and hurt enough without her adding snarky, sarcastic comments.

Drawing her bottom lip in, she bit down for a moment before speaking. Stephanie shifted her feet uncomfortably, feeling utterly exposed…because she pretty much was. "Just leave, Howard."

Howard acknowledged her command with a small nod. He narrowed his eyes for a moment. "All right," he uttered awkwardly as he stood up. "Well…I enjoyed the show, for what it's worth," he added with a grin.

Stephanie clenched both of her hands, wishing she wasn't basically naked. Otherwise, she'd drop her arm and her garment and just attack Howard. She pulled the dress upwards, letting it hang down her body vertically so that it covered both areas she needed to shield. One hand was now free. "Give me my fucking hat and get the hell OUT!" She yelled, reaching out to push against his chest before she yanked the hat from on top of his head.

Howard laughed at her outburst, but still headed for the door. Without another word or glance at her, he slipped out and shut it behind himself.

Stephanie tossed the hat and dress onto the couch, ran over to the door and locked it. Although, in her anger she'd totally forgotten to demand that he give the key back. So technically, he could just wander right back into the house. She had a feeling that he wouldn't, though. Not today, at least – he'd have to know she'd be on the lookout for him now.

Resting her back against the door, she lightly thumped her head against it and slid down a bit. "Shit!" She exclaimed with a frustrated sigh. "Damn it, damn it, goddamn shit!" She nearly cried, tugging on her hair as she pushed herself up again.

As she headed for the stairs, she prioritized the things she needed to do before Hunter got home. She probably didn't have much time – not that she ever knew exactly when Hunter would be coming home. The first thing she absolutely had to do was sanitize her damn mouth. After that, she had to clean up the living room and put everything back as it had been. If Hunter saw it, he'd know what she had planned…and quite frankly she just wasn't really up to a repeat performance.

A few minutes later, Stephanie found herself downstairs again. She felt a little better now that she'd cleansed her mouth out a couple of times. Deciding to put her things back upstairs first, she walked over to the couch to retrieve the dress and fedora hat.

The slight rumble of the garage door informed her that she was absolutely out of time. She winced…and wasn't sure whether she should run away and put some damn clothes on…or stay here and just blurt out what happened before she lost her nerve to do so.

No, she wouldn't have enough time to run without him seeing or hearing her. That just made her look guilty as hell. Instead, she quickly pulled the dress on and put the hat on top of her head. She ran over to where she'd thrown down her leather jacket and plucked the garment up right as the kitchen door opened.

Stephanie turned around and walked back in the direction of the kitchen. As soon as she spotted her husband, she opened her mouth and prepared to inform of what just happened. "Hunter, I-"

The words lodged in her throat at the damn near blinding smile he sent her when their eyes locked. It seemed like it had been forever since he looked at her that way. In fact, the very last time was on the day that the Howard mix-up happened. She'd been in the kitchen knocking back a bottle of wine when he came in with the twins. He'd sent her the same sort of smile on that day…before she slapped him and ruined their marriage, of course. Now the smile was truly back and she found herself at a loss for words.

At any rate, no words would have been able to come out – Hunter walked briskly to where she was standing and lifted her off of the ground. Instinctively, her legs wrapped around his waist for stability. Stephanie threw her head back and laughed for a moment before clutching his upper back in a hug.

"I'm so glad you're home," he declared. With the way he was holding her, he was pretty much talking directly into her shoulder.

She smiled at his admission, even though he couldn't see it. "So am I. I missed you so much, baby."

Hunter pulled back a little bit so that he could kiss her on the lips as a greeting. Finally, he sat her back down. His next statement was on the tip of his tongue, but he completely forgot about it and tilted his head instead. "Hmm," he muttered, the look in his eyes changing from sweet, to something else she recognized all too well. He took a step back and eyed her up and down, very much liking what he saw. It looked like she was preparing for an infamous striptease, perhaps. "Did I interrupt…something?" He asked as casually as he possibly could.

Stephanie didn't miss the fact that the corners of his lips were threatening to twitch into one of those mischievous smiles of his. Had her husband come home just five minutes earlier, he'd have been interrupting one of two things: her dancing or her cursing out Howard. Neither of which she'd be mentioning at this time.

How could she? The man was legitimately happy as a fucking clam to see her. It was a welcomed surprise compared to how things had been in the last week or so. They were perfectly fine again, it seemed. She didn't want to wreck that over the mix-up that had just occurred. At least not right now. She wanted to enjoy one drama free afternoon with her husband before all hell broke loose, yet again. She'd tell him what happened eventually.

"Actually," she said, drawing out the word. "You did. You stay in here while I finish setting up." But for the next few minutes she was simply going to dance for him. At least she already had her routine down, more or less.


Tonight I'm gonna dance for you, oh-oh
Tonight I'm gonna dance for you, oh-oh
Tonight I'm gonna put my body on your body
Boy I like it when you watch me, ah
Tonight it's going down

At the same moment she straddled his lap, Stephanie grabbed both sides of Hunter's face and kissed him hard. Hunter's hands purposely settled above her hips, in places that the skimpy teddy didn't cover. Tilting her head, Stephanie parted her lips, smiling when Hunter accepted her invitation to deepen their kiss.

Beneath her, she could literally feel his desire for her…rising, so to speak. Moaning against his lips as his tongue glided across hers, she pressed herself into him further. It was nothing short of amazing that the two of them still wanted each other so much, despite their many years of being together. Their relationship had always thrived on passion – and not just the physical kind. Their passion for the sports entertainment industry combined with their aspirations to one-up Vince McMahon had caused their paths to cross in the first place. Their passion and love for each other and their children is what caused them to stay joined. It wasn't always easy; no marriage ever was. But it was damn worth it for both of them.

I'll be rocking on my babe, rocking, rocking on my babe,
I'll be swirlin' on my babe, swirlin', swirlin' on you babe
I'm wanna put my body on your body
Promise not to tell nobody
'Cause it's about to go down, oh!

It was Stephanie who decided they'd both pass out unless they finally came up for air. Out of breath, she pecked his lips softly and simply whispered, "Too many clothes." Reaching down between them, she grasped the bottom of his t-shirt and tugged it upwards.

To help her out, Hunter held up his arms until she slid the material over them and tossed the shirt somewhere behind the couch. In a flash, his wife's hands were on his chest, her nails gently raking up and down his skin.

Watch me pop it, pop it, p-p-p-p-pop it for you baby
Drop it, drop it, drop it, drop it for you baby
Watch it, watch it, watch it, watch me throw it baby
Wanna make that body rock
Sit back and watch!

One of Hunter's hands ran along her spine until reaching the back of her head. He held her in place so that he could press his lips to the side of her neck. He kissed up to her earlobe before licking a slow, heated trail to the area between her neck and shoulders. He continued on his path, skimming his lips over her collarbone and down to the valley between her breasts.

Me pop it, pop it, p-p-p-p-pop it for you baby
Drop it, drop it, drop it, drop it for you baby
Watch it, watch it, watch it, watch me throw it baby
Wanna make that body rock
Sit back and watch!

Lifting his head for a moment, he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively as he undid the bow she'd had to tie in the back of the teddy. The material fell away from her chest and one side was almost instantly replaced by Hunter's tongue. The other, he kneaded using his fingertips.

Arching her back, she gave in to him even more. Greedily accepting her offer, he sucked the hardened bud of flesh into his mouth, swirling his tongue all around for a minute or two.

"Oh…oh, God," Stephanie sighed in pleasure, fastening her hands in his hair as he gave one final, firmer suck before alternating to the other side.

When he felt that he'd given the creamy mounds of flesh equal attention, he pulled away slightly and allowed Stephanie to pull him into another passionate kiss. He could feel her undoing the band of his hair, while his own hands traveled downwards, pulling the teddy along the way. He reached the garters and unhooked them, his hands squeezing her ass before he stood up, still holding her. He somewhat reversed their positioning: sitting her on the edge of the couch, while he slid to his knees on the floor.

Yes
Yes
Yes
Oh, yes
Oh, yes
Yes
Yes
Oh, yes

Looking up at her face, he swore he almost lost it right then and there. The smoky makeup was incredibly sexy on her regardless. But combined with the darkening of her blue eyes and the way she was biting down on her lip in anticipation, it was a recipe for him not being able to hold back at all. He reached up, grabbing the piece of lingerie that was pooled around her hips and dragged it down her long legs, caressing them as he went. He tossed the garment behind them in the living room somewhere, paying no attention whatsoever to where it landed.

Deciding that he was far too impatient to bother with the strappy heels, he left them be. He kissed a trail up her legs, through the stockings, watching her the entire time. Already, her chest was heaving up and down more rapidly because she knew exactly what he had in store for her. He kissed her left inner thigh and then slowly dragged his lips over the place where she currently most desired them.

Then he kissed her right inner thigh.

"Hunter!"

"Yes, baby?"

Stephanie could literally feel his lips upturned into a smirk, against her skin. "Stop teasing me," she whined, her voice full of desire.

Hunter brushed his index finger up the slit of her entry, unable to hide his smile when her body jerked and she hissed lowly. Ah, what the hell – he'd tortured her enough for now. His tongue made the same path that his finger had, stopping when he reached the tender, swollen bud of flesh. He licked and sucked with vigor, while his wife moaned and writhed on their couch.

He grabbed her left hip with his right hand and used his forearm to lightly hold down her right hip. With his left hand, he slipped a finger inside of her, immediately setting a moderate pace.

"Ohhh…oh fuck. Mmm, faster," she demanded.

He did as she asked, encouraged by her breaths coming in short gasps, her hips bucking, and her hands smashing his head into her body. He could feel her begin to tighten around his finger, so he began to suck at her core a little more forcefully.

"Oh…my…oh…God!" She finally cried out, her back arching off of the couch as the waves of her orgasm rolled through her.

Stephanie relaxed into the couch cushions, her body still quivering and clenching in the aftermath of her release. How the hell did she get this lucky? She had a gorgeous man with a perfect physique who loved her just as much as she loved him. Their love life was nowhere near in danger of fading away and he was an amazing and very giving lover. Seriously, she needed to thank whoever had handpicked him for her. There was no way this kind of thing happened on accident. So they must have been made for each other.

All of these thoughts were running through her mind while she watched him move back and stand up so that he could rid himself of his denim prison. To be quite honest, she wouldn't have been shocked if he'd have literally poked a hole through the damn material, he was so hard. He stepped out of the jeans and boxers, kicking them to the side carelessly. She adjusted herself on the couch, scooting to the corner so that she was leaning her head somewhat against the armrest and somewhat against the cushion.

Hunter's eyes connected with hers again as he got on his knees on the couch and inched towards her. She rubbed his cheeks affectionately before lowering her hands down to his shoulders as he moved to hover above her. The head of his length slipped inside of her slowly, his lips finding hers as he pushed farther and farther.

It really was good to have her home again.


FYI we're now at Fri Sep 19, 2008 :)