You pay the price.

                                    

                                          
The photo Bayley sent to my phone was a stark reminder that I needed to reach out to Roman as soon as I checked into the hotel. I can't believe she actually captured that moment! While we both understand that cheating is wrong, we can't ignore the reasons behind our waning interest in our partners. Chris's porn addiction is a pressing issue that needs to be addressed, especially since marriage counseling has proven ineffective. He struggles to meet my sexual needs, which is why my feelings for him are fading. I often find myself faking orgasms because he finishes too quickly and lacks endurance. To top it all off, he's just not someone who brings any joy or entertainment into my life.
I can't quite grasp why Joe (Roman) would choose to separate from his wife and kids. Perhaps I'm to blame in some way! Yet, if he's truly decided to leave his family behind to build a new life with me, I want to offer him my support. Once I reached the hotel, I rode the elevator up to my room. As I stood before my door, there was Roman, waiting for me with his bags, a broad smile lighting up his face.
I urged him that we had to have a conversation immediately. The light in his eyes dimmed, replaced by a look of worry. "What's on your mind? You're not thinking of leaving Chris, are you?" Roman asked. "No! That's not it at all. Please, just close the door so we can talk without anyone overhearing," I insisted. After we stepped inside, I locked the door behind us. I revealed to Roman that back in Charlotte, Bayley had sent a picture of us entering the hotel room together. To my surprise, Roman remained completely composed. He didn't raise his voice or show any signs of panic. It was as if he was inviting trouble, but I certainly wasn't! Not like this!
To uncover Bayley's intentions and determine if she was trying to blackmail me, he suggested I send her a message. I followed his advice and reached out. Her response was sharp: "But you said you two weren't involved, which is clearly a lie." She continued, "I won't share this photo with Chris until you take down the Women's Champion and face Ms. Money in the Bank after the briefcase is cleared." I felt a sinking dread when she laid out her demands. Defeating Ms. Money in the Bank seemed manageable, but the real challenge lay in overcoming the Women's Champion. Tamina Snucka, daughter of the legendary Jimmy "Fly" Snucka, held that title. With her extensive experience in WWE, Tamina was not only more seasoned but also far more muscular and powerful than I was.
Since Tamina is his cousin, Roman promised to speak with her and ask her to be understanding of me in the ring when I showed him the text from my phone. Hearing those words gave me a brief sense of relief. Roman put his arms around my waist, kissed my neck, and whispered, "It is going to be fine, I promise Mandy," as I sat on his lap. He goes at it again, using the nickname he gave me, which made me feel very lustful and wet.

Soon after, we are having sex. I was riding his dick while he was behind me, beating my guts. When I was fucking him, I felt more confident than I had ever felt in control! The longer I bounced up and down, the closer we got to cumming together. I was almost there the more he moaned and talked dirty.

I could feel every ounce of Roman's warm cum in me as he nutted me. And eventually, I began telling Roman that I was cumming while moaning. We both came together, and everything was perfect. Although I had never been nutted in before, it felt fantastic. Chris never nutted me; he always nutted on my face, stomach, mouth, and boobs. But Roman absolutely did it.
The entire day felt strange. Chris never texted or called me, which was very strange. But since I was preoccupied with worries about Roman and myself, I could not have cared less if he didn't. It was pleasant not to hear my phone ring nonstop as it usually does. There was silence for once.