You open the door... and it's Drake Maverick, of all people. Though utterly perplexed, you step aside and allow him to enter. He scans the room, and he and Renee lock eyes. Whoa, not cool.

"Hey, hon," he says glumly. Drake seems kind of depressed, but you can understand why. His wife left him and came here, and it's not difficult to guess what you and the girls have been up to.

"Ugh, hello Drake," Renee replies in an irritated manner, and Alexa pauses the movie. Becky turns her attention to the three of you, munching on her popcorn indifferently. Apparently, this is just as entertaining as the movie.

"Yeah... what're you doing here, Drake?" you ask, breaking the tension in the room. Renee makes her way over to you, and the three of you stand there in silence. She glares at him.

"When you left, I figured you went and got a hotel, and you'd be back within a day or two," Drake begins in the same saddened tone he used when he first arrived, "But then I heard you were staying here. Renee... I just want my wife back."

"Tough luck. I'm not going home with you."

"But Renee! It's your home! Our home!"

"I'm happy here; I'm not leaving."

They fall silent, and Alexa turns the movie back on. The girls probably feel like they're not helping the situation by staring, which is probably true. You'll probably need to interject here.

"Renee, what does Drake have to do for you to return home?" you ask subtly, attempting to be the voice of reason. Drake looks to you gratefully, but you're not paying attention. You're willing to help save their relationship, but that doesn't mean you're happy about it.

"I want you to treat me better. All you ever do is worry about the 24/7 Championship," Renee replies stiffly, but secretly... she looks glad that Drake is finally listening to her. It's probably the first time in a long time that he's actually done so. She continues, "And second, I want a real honeymoon."

"Deal. WWE just transferred me to NXT, so no more title. As for that honeymoon..." Drake trails off, and he grins. He kisses Renee on the cheek, and she turns to go pack her things. You stare at her ass as she rounds the corner into the hallway, but Drake is either oblivious or doesn't care.

"Sit down on the couch, I'm going to go help her pack," you say, and he does as he is told. Alexa, knowing full well where this might go, turns the volume up really loud. If anything happens in the room, Drake will be completely unaware.

As you enter Renee's room, you see her packing up her things slowly. She smiles weakly when she sees you. She stops what she's doing and kisses you deeply on the lips, letting you wrap your arms around her.

"What's the matter?" you ask softly, knowing the answer. It was known from day one that this was coming, but it hadn't seemed like a reality. Every moment was wasted, and now you're all out of time.

"I don't want to leave you."

"Then don't," you reply, peeling her shirt over her head. She lets it fall to the floor, but she is hesitant to go any further. It's one thing to have sex with someone when they've fallen out with their partner, but to fuck a woman while her husband (with whom she just made up) is in the house? Nah fam.

"He's my husband. I have to," Renee replies. You sit on the bed, and she sits in your lap. You don't go further, but the sexual tension in the air is thickening.

"What do you want, Renee?"

"I want to have one last night with you..." she says sadly, but turns to walk away. You grab her by the waist and force her down onto the bed. Renee looks up at you, her shock melting away into a grin.

"I'm not waiting that long," you decide, kissing her fiercely. You lay on top of her as you make out with her, and your tongues battle for dominance. The mere thought that this might be your last night together, however, makes each second of the kiss as intoxicating as a glass of wine.

You tug her shirt off as the two of you make out. She tries to roll you over, but you hold her firmly in place. Instead, you start to fondle her tits. The harder you squeeze, the louder she moans, and you're almost frightened that Drake might find out.

Once you're near the point of squashing her breasts, she pushes you away and stands up. You both quickly remove the rest of your clothing and return to making out.

Renee kisses your neck, then your shoulder, and you immediately know what she's up to. You close your eyes and hear her slowly drop to her knees. The thought of her lips around your cock makes it throb with longing.

She starts to kiss your cock, which is nothing special. It feels amazing, but you know she's just teasing you. However, when she runs her nails along the underside of your shaft, you begin to worry. Shivers run up and down your spine at the thought of what Renee could really do to you.

Renee's lips part around your cock, and she descends with alarming speed. The time for playful teasing is over; it's time to get down to business.

You watch in amazement as Renee deep throats your cock, and your moans are hard to suppress. Those noises are nothing short of devious, and you want more. Her tongue flicks across your dick as she sucks... this bitch is still teasing you!

You grab the back of her head and begin to fuck her mouth, making her suck you with dangerous speeds. She's starting to choke, but you're close.

Finally, with a primitive grunt, you shoot a large load of cum right down her throat. She pounds against your leg, begging for you to let her up, but only when you finish cumming do you release her.

"You like... being a bad boy... huh?" Renee wheezes as she gasps for air. To answer her question, you shove her face-first onto the bed. When you pull her up to her hands and knees, Renee barely has time to cover her mouth before you shove your cock into her sopping pussy.

As you fuck her, you press her head down into the bed and lean forward for leverage. Though she lets out muffled protests, it seems like she secretly enjoys being dominated by you.

Knowing that she'll cum soon, you start to notice the little things, like how satisfying it is to hear the sound of your waist slapping against her meaty ass.

This idea of stretching one moment into an eternity... you don't do it often. Even... no, especially, when writing twisted fantasies about celebrities making love to each other.

Renee seems close to cumming. She's moaning loudly against the blanket and her walls are squeezing the bejesus out of your poor dick. You grab her wrists and hold them against her back with one hand, then grab a fist-full of your hair with the other.

"Cum for me, slut," you demand in a hoarse whisper after raising her head to yours. Instead of holding her by the hair now, you wrap your arm around her neck to create a makeshift sleeper hold.

Renee's eyes roll back in her head as she releases her girl cum all over your cock. She twitches, her body aching from her orgasm. You're near a second orgasm, so you fuck her harder.

Finally, with a primitive groan, you let your cum spill from the tip of your rod into her. She flops onto the bed after you let her go, and she struggles to turn over.

"Fuck, dude... I'm gonna miss this," she sighs, breathing heavily. You roll off the bed and toss her clothes to her. As Renee dresses lazily, you pack the rest of her things.

"You know, you don't have to go."

"I really do, (Y/N), but I'll make sure to visit."

After making sure you don't look like you just fucked a man's wife 50 feet away from him, you lead Renee back into the living room with her things. Drake looks back at the two of you and smiles, unaware that his wife just cheated on him... again.

"What took you so long?" he jokes, taking the bags from you. You and him load up the bags as Renee says her goodbyes to the girls, and you watch as she and Drake drive away.

"That was a roller coaster," someone laughs from behind you. Turning around, you find Becky standing there. She leads you by the hand to the sofa, and you sit down. With an arm around both Liv and Becky, you relax into the couch.

"You totally fucked her, didn't you?" Alexa asks, and you look her dead in the eye. She knows by now that she's not your only lover. Hell, she knew from the beginning.

"Of course I fucked her."

This gets a lot of giggling, but you could care less. You've got a room full of beautiful girls, and all of them are trying to cuddle with you at once. That's a win in any man's book.