Chapter One – Samantha

My husband Raphael works in a very male-dominated field. His entire department is literally all men, except for one woman and his boss's secretary. Suffice to say, his office culture is very... bro-y and honestly sort of toxic.

I've met a lot of his colleagues, and most of them are your stereotypical finance bros (even though they don't work directly in finance). Not American Psycho level, but you know what I mean. Always bitching about their wives or girlfriends, talking shit about each other, obsessed with who has the biggest cars and houses, who drinks the most, they love going to strip clubs and so on. A lot of them do cocaine, all of them drink and since they all work very long hours, most of their time awake is spent together.

Thankfully, Raphael is not like that, but since he spends a lot of time with them and is an easygoing guy, he gets along with them well enough.

A few weeks ago, Raphael came home from work looking guilty and sheepish. "What's wrong?" I asked, a touch too exasperated. In my defense, he wore that look a lot.

It could mean anything from "I ate the snacks you've been looking forward to all week," to "I forgot to pay a bill a few months ago and now we have to pay a huge late fee."

It was hard to decide which was worse.

"Well, Sam... Okay, so today at work, I mean, after work in the gym, well, not the gym, I mean the locker room of the gym, well, you see, I didn't mean to, and-"

"Okay Raph," I laughed, interrupting his incoherent ramblings. "Calm down. I'm sure whatever happened, we will be fine. Just tell me what happened."

Raph drew in a deep breath and nodded, before continuing. "Okay, so I was showing the guys some pictures of our trip to Barbados, 'cause we were discussing where Chris should go on his honeymoon, you know? Anyway, I was swiping through those pictures, and, well, I- I accidentally showed them a video of you..." He trailed off for a moment before finally confessing. "Well, of you sucking my dick."

Silence followed. I remembered making that video. To say I was sucking his dick was putting it mildly. He had been full on fucking my mouth, slamming his dick down my throat so hard, I was hoarse for the rest of the evening. I swallowed at the memory.

"But I swear, it was an accident!" Raph continued hurriedly. "And I tried swiping away immediately, but everyone was staring at my phone screen, and they all saw, and I- I am just so, so sorry, Sam. I understand if you're pissed; what I did is completely unacceptable."

Now, I've always had a rather strong exhibitionist kink, something my husband was sadly never super interested in. I've been fucked from behind in empty subway stations, ridden men in hot tubs, given head in elevators... Once I made myself cum walking home with a FWB, trying to tease him.

But whenever I suggested these things to Raph, he always said he wasn't comfortable with it. Fair enough. We have a very active and fulfilling sex life filled with other fun kinks, so it's never been a big deal to me not to indulge that particular one.

My pussy was getting wetter the more I thought about Raph's colleagues crowded around his phone, getting a glimpse of him fucking my mouth. I realized I loved the idea of them getting turned on by the sight of my husband brutally thrusting down my throat. Maybe even getting hard. If they got to see more, I wondered, would they jerk off to us later?

By now, my husband’s face was beet red. He was picking at the fabric of his pants, his eyes cast down. "Raph, I'm not mad," I reassured him.

"Really, Sam?" He shot me a quick glance. "I'd be pissed if I were you."

"Yeah, but you're not me," I laughed. "So, how did they react when they saw it?"

Raph’s brow knitted. "Honestly, at first they were kind of stunned. I was so embarrassed and stammering, so they just jumped on that and started teasing me. Like: 'Haha, do you get a blowjob so rarely that you have to film it? So you can jerk off to it later?' Stuff like that."

I laughed again. "Well, we do make the videos so we can both jerk off to it later. Did you tell them that?"

“No, I... I didn't really have the chance.” Raph’s hands stilled. “And I didn't really want to. It quickly devolved into some of the guys bitching about their wives never giving head or bragging about how much they fuck, and I just... I don't want to talk about you like that.”

While I was touched (and not surprised) that Raph loved and respected me so much, I also loved the idea of my husband telling these douche-y idiots all about how much he fucks me, how I crave to be his slut and let him do whatever he wants to me.

How much I love to take his thick cock up my ass while I fuck my drenched pussy with a vibrator. How I let him bend me over his knee and spank me, so hard and long until I'm screaming for release and dripping wet, so he shoves his fingers into me and makes me cum over and over and over, and when I'm begging for him to "stop" he just picks me up, throws me on the bed and fucks me violently while I cling to him, until he finally he blows a fat load in me and then orders me to make myself cum again so he can watch his cum drip out of my tight little hole as I convulse.

I wanted them to know how much mind-blowing sex Raph was having because he's a good partner, and I wanted them all to be jealous. Petty and vain? Maybe. But hot, nonetheless.

Sliding from the sofa and onto the floor, I knelt in front of Raph. His muscly thighs felt tense as I massaged them, working my way up and closer to his cock. "You know," I teased, "I wouldn't mind if you talked about me like that."

His breath hitch as I started to undo first his belt buckle, then his top button. "Actually, I think I'd kind of like it. If you told them how much of a filthy slut I am."

While I was talking, I started pulling down his pants and boxers, until his growing cock was exposed. Raph has the most beautiful cock. We've never measured it, but I'd say it's about 6 1/2 inches, with a large head and about as thick as one of those ready-made cookie dough rolls. From the way he was growing in my hand, I could see him getting into the fantasy.

"I honestly think it would be really hot for you to show them some of the videos we've made together," I continued. "To show them how well I take your dick, how much I love to be stuffed with you."

I paused briefly to spit into my hand and started jerking him off properly. "To have you brag about how much of a slut your wife is for you. How she patiently waits for you to come home every night, just so she can drop to her knees and wrap her lips around you, to get you hard enough to fuck her creamy wet cunt."

Raph groaned softly and thrust up into my slippery hand while I was gently stroking him. One of his hands moved up to grab my hair; he was craving my mouth. I was dying to taste the acidic beads of pre-cum running down his shaft, but I was craving an audience more.

"I think you should grab your phone and take a video of your obedient little wife sucking your cock," I purred. "So you can show those guys you don't just get head once a year."

Raph lifted his hips off the sofa a little so he could search his pants pockets, using his hand in my hair to steady himself. The weight of him pulling was pleasantly painful. Once he found his phone, I positioned myself squarely between his legs and he pointed the camera straight at me, whispering, "Okay baby, show me what that talented mouth can do."

I started slow, gently moving my hand up and down his now rock-hard erection, while taking only the tip of his head between my lips and sucking gently. He tasted divine. Gradually, I started moving my mouth further and further down his length, but still just barely grazing him. Every time I slid back up his shaft, I ran the tip of my tongue across the underside of his head, trying to apply some pressure to his most sensitive spot.

Raph moved the hand that he had tangled in my hair to my shoulder, gripping me tightly. He was clearly straining not to thrust up into my throat. A sense of thrill shot through me at how mad my light strokes were driving him.

Finally, I took mercy on him. In one sudden movement I shoved his dick all the way into my mouth and down the back of my throat. His hips bucked up to meet me in surprise, making me gag.

After holding him there for a second, I started sloppily taking in his cock, sucking him hard and gripping his length with my hand whenever my lips weren't around him, before taking him back down my throat completely. My other hand was playing with his balls, gently stroking and squeezing them.

Every now and then I'd look up into the camera and demonstratively moan in pleasure, adding to the wet slurping and gagging sounds. Spit was running down my chin as I chocked on my husband’s huge dick, and the thought of his colleagues getting hard while watching me sloppily blow him made me even wetter. My hungry pussy was aching to be touched, to be roughly fucked and filled up with cum.

Suddenly, Raph gripped my shoulder tightly, stopping me and said, "I want to fuck your mouth."

I just nodded and sat back on my knees, watching him stand up and level his stiff cock at my face. He positioned the camera above me and roughly grabbed a fistful of my hair with his other hand, a predatory grin on his face. I opened my mouth obediently and Raph rutted into me, while also forcing my head forward, making me gag hard. He held me there for a bit and I could hear him mumbling, "Oh fuck, fuck, fuuuck, Sam."

Once I couldn't hold him there any longer, I gently tapped his leg twice and he immediately slid out of me and let me catch my breath. I had barely begun to breathe again, when he pulled me back onto his dick, thrusting hard into my open mouth. The pleasurable pain of him pulling me backwards and forwards by my hair made me moan loudly, while his dick was hitting the back of my throat hard enough to make me choke and my eyes water.

Just when I was about to tap out for the second time, Raph pulled me off him, let go and bent down, holding the camera close to my face. He grabbed my chin and turned me from side to side, saying, "God Sam, look at you, you're a fucking mess."

Gripping my face harder, he moved his thumb across my lips, smearing my spit across them. "Go lie on the couch," he ordered. "I want to fuck your throat while I watch you make yourself cum."

I scrambled to a stand and positioned myself on our couch. Lying back, I let my head dangle off over the armrest, so I could take him filling my hole as deeply as he wanted without gagging too much.

Raph walked over to me and filmed me laying there, my chest rising and falling rapidly, my mouth hanging open. "Now touch yourself," he commanded. "I want to watch you cum."

Obediently I moved one hand down to my rub my drenched pussy and one to massage my tits. My fingers slid through my wet folds, slicking myself and I started circling my swollen clit. Being roughed up by my husband’s fat cock had already gotten me so turned on, so sensitive, that even my own gentle touch made my hips buck up wildly.

Raph chuckled. "That's it, baby. Show me how much being used by me turns you on," he teased.

He was standing by my head again, positioning his throbbing dick in front of my full lips and filming me touching myself. I opened my mouth wide, and he slid into me, groaning, "Fuck baby, your mouth feels so fucking good."

After his initial slow entry, my husband started fucking my throat hard. Raph violently pumped in and out of me, slightly bent over, almost suffocating me with his cock. He was still holding his phone, but his other hand held my head steady so I wouldn't bang against the armrest every time he thrust into me. The tears streaming down my face from being continuously choked made his balls smack loudly, as they slapped me with each thrust.

Being completely at his mercy, other people potentially seeing this, and every inch of my mouth being filled, was driving me crazy. Begging to be stuffed, my aching cunt clenched around nothing as his thick, rigid member slid deep down my throat, stretching me to my limit.

My fingers were frantically circling my clit, making my hips buck up off the sofa. Pressure built in my core and thighs, muscles tightening in anticipation. Desperately craving my release, I plunged two fingers into my achingly wet pussy, laying my palm flat on my clit to stimulate myself inside and out.

With a sharp intake of breath, I finally went rigid and tipped over the edge into the sweetest pleasure. My tight walls were spasming around my fingers and I was moaning loudly into my husband’s dick, my throat constricted, squeezing around him. Hips bucking wildly, I rode my waves of pleasure until I went limp and fell back onto the sofa.

Raph continued to fuck my throat through my orgasm, grunting under the strain not to cum himself. Since I don't usually like him cumming in my mouth, I could feel him start to pull away once I went limp. But this time, I wanted him to pump my mouth full of his fat load, to taste him, to drink him up and so I grabbed his ass, pulling him back into my throat.

"Sam, I'm about to cum!" Raph sounded a bit panicked, but I just pulled him closer again and tried to nod my head slightly. Either he understood or he was just too far gone, but the next second I heard him groan as he exploded in my mouth. A thick spurt of hot cum hit the back of throat.

We hadn't had sex in a few days, so I knew his load would be big, but I hadn't realized I'd have such a difficult time swallowing all of it. My throat filled up with his seed and I suddenly worried about choking. I shoved his legs hard, and he withdrew his cock from my mouth instantly, shooting the rest of him all over my face and tits.

Upside down, I saw Raph drop his phone and crouch down while I was gasping for breath. "Oh shit, Sam, are you okay?" he asked, gently lifting my head. "I'm so sorry, I thought you wanted that, I'm so sorry-"

"Shh, don't apologize," I croaked, reaching up to stroke his side. "That is what I wanted, and it was fucking amazing."

"Oh, thank God," he said shakily, relief flooding his face. Raph plopped down next to me on the floor and let out a shaky laugh. He looked gorgeous, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, his hair all tousled.

"I just didn't expect there to be so much cum," I explained while I sat up to run my hand through his messy, dark waves. "Plus, I had difficulty swallowing upside down."

"Well, you did amazing," Raph smiled at me, cupping my face. "That was so fucking hot."

"Then why don't you take a video of the aftermath of you ruining my throat?" I asked mischievously, wanting to get back into the fantasy. "So, your colleagues can see what you did to me."

He eagerly retrieved his phone from the floor, pointed it at me and grabbed my face again. "Look at you," he said in a low voice, turning me from side to side. "So gorgeous. So well-fucked and covered in my cum."

Raph smeared his load onto my lips, and I grabbed his thumb with my mouth, tasting him. "You like cleaning me off, baby?" he teased. "You like tasting my cum, knowing just how good you made me feel?"

I nodded and giggled, dragging my fingers through the viscous liquid on my chest, just to suck it off in an exaggerated manner.

Raph started laughing as well, put the phone down and gathered me in his arms. "You did so well, baby," he whispered into my ear. "I can't wait to show everyone this."

I could feel myself throbbing in anticipation, even though I knew he thought he was just indulging a fantasy.

I'd have to find a way to convince him to make this a reality.