Chapter 1

I was made to be a trophy wife. I was born beautiful and grew up having that pretty privilege. I always knew my looks would get me where I am today. And where am I today? Well, I’m married to a man 15years my senior, he’s a high-powered executive and we’ve got money aplenty. My days consist of working out with a personal trainer, lunches with my friends, spa treatments and shopping trips. I could do no wrong with my husband, he absolutely dotes on me. So, this is the story of how I went from the perfect little trophy wife to the ruined trophy wife.

It all started with an event my husband asked me to host for his employees. It was supposed to be an appreciation dinner, but the venue fell through, so he asked me to host it at our house. I love planning and hosting events; this was going to be a breeze. So, I start with the list of the guests, I notice that it’s only 4 guests! It’s his second in command and his close employees. At the sight of my husband’s second in command, I get a little excited. You see I might have a tiny crush on him, he’s much closer to my age and he just radiates masculinity. Of course, he doesn’t know that. Every event I’ve seen him at, I just ignore him. I’m his boss’ wife after all, I can’t be seen drooling over his employees!

So, I plan an intimate dinner for his 4 employees and their plus ones, my husband then tells me that only one is married so to just have no guests. Ok, strange but ok. I then switch strategies and make it into a poker night. It’s probably the easiest event I’ve hosted. So as the night approaches I ask my husband if he wants me to stay and host or head out for the night. He wanted me to stay and host, even helped me pick out a sexy little black dress for the occasion. I didn’t bat an eye regarding this, there’s a reason my husband married a much younger and attractive woman. He loves to show me off. We don’t have a very active sex life but on nights that I get the attention and looks from other men, those nights we go home, and we make love with so much passion.

As his employees start arriving right on time, I am there to greet them and offer them a drink. I play the perfect little hostess; I was made to entertain. Then comes Jeff, my husband’s second in command. He fills the room with his presence. I sense him before I even see him. As I greet him with a half kiss, his hand lingers on the small of my back, squeezing it ever so slightly and causing my body to run hot. I break away fast and continue my hostess duties.

After dinner, the men retreat to the professional poker table I had rented. I continue to run drinks back and forth to them as they play. Then my husband gets a call, he takes it, and I could hear in his voice that something is urgently wrong. As he gets off the phone, he tells Jeff that he needs to go deal with this work emergency. Jeff stands up and offers to go instead. My husband adamantly declines and tells them all to continue playing and having a great time. He then looks at my worried face and tells me to take his place at the poker table. He’s taught me how to play, but I’m not very good. I might have a pretty face, but I do not have a poker face. Even though I feel a little strange being left all alone with his 4 employees, no one bats an eye. When he leaves, I feel a little awkward until Jeff offers me a drink. I need to break the tension somehow, so I accept. We pass the next hour pleasantly, I’m on my 3rd drink in an hour and feeling much more at ease. The guys are joking with me and making me feel like I’m one of them. The drinks that Jeff made me must be strong because I feel drunk but so giddy. So, when Jeff suggests we start playing strip poker, I start laughing. Surely, he’s kidding right? He then dares me, “No you seem to stuck up to play strip poker don’t you.”

He knows exactly how to strike a nerve with me, “Excuse me? I’m not stuck up!” They all laugh and say prove it. I should’ve known how the night would turn with this single decision from me. “Ok, let’s do it. I’ll get to see your tiny dicks before you get to see anything from me!” Oh, how stupid I was. They don’t call alcohol “liquid courage” for nothing.

We start a new hand and I immediately know that I have nothing. Ok now time to bluff, it’s all I’ve got. Now remember I said I don’t have a poker face? Well, they found that out pretty fast. As I lose, they all look at me. “Time to pay up Princess.” Jeff says. I start to panic; I’m not wearing a bra so I can’t take that off. Panties? No, that seems worse!

“What should she take off guys? Stand up Princess, lets see. Ok well you either take off your panties, if you are wearing any or your whole dress. How about this, instead of your whole dress, just lower the bottom half. We’ll take it easy on you. And if you win the next round, then you get to put your dress back up.” Jeff should’ve been in sales with that pitch. I have fake tits, and somehow in my alcohol-infused mind, putting my tits out just didn’t seem as bad as taking off my panties or my whole dress. So, I pull down both straps and slowly my tits fall out of my dress. I look up as I see 4 sets of eyes looking at me.

Next round comes and can you guess who lost? Yes me. Big surprise. Oh no, what now? “Princess come here. How about you just let me feel those tits? We’ll count that instead.” He must have a magnet or something, because I’m drawn to him. I slowly walk over to his chair. He wraps one hand around my waist and pulls me to him. Then starts kneading my tit with his other hand. Fuck. My whole body responds to his touch, I can feel myself catching a moan. My eyes close and quickly reopen as he rolls my hard nipple between his fingers. He needs to stop that right now! I’ve never cheated on my husband, what am I doing? I can’t stop him though, I need more! He then starts sucking on my nipple, lightly using his teeth and I’ve given up at that point. My body is calling the shots and she is burning with desire. I don’t remember how but he managed to turn me a 180degrees and his other coworker then starts groping my tits and sucking on them. I feel used and I’m so turned on. In no time I’ve made my way, or should I say my tits made their way around the table to be groped, pulled, and sucked by all 4 guys.

“Come sit on my lap Princess, you are a terrible poker player, so we won’t exploit you anymore.” I follow his directions and sit on his lap; I start to worry that he’s going to want more but all he does is continue to play with my tits. They play another round and I’m like putty in his hands. His hands are big and just a little rough. Man hands, and he knows how to use them. I’m trying to be good; I am trying. I drink another drink and think of how I allowed myself to be in this position. Slowly I put my hand over his and start to push it down to my torso. What? My needy pussy is begging for that touch. I haven’t been touched or had sex in what felt like months. I’m only 28years old and still have the sexual appetite of a girl in her late 20s. Maybe this isn’t my fault? It’s out of my mind as he slowly brings his hand up my thigh. My eyes are closed, and my breath is fast and shallow. His touch is light as it grazes the outside of my panties. I’m holding my breath; I want his fingers in me so badly! Please!

He continues to tease, knowing oh so well that I’m dying! Finally, finally he slips his finger inside my panties and to my slick hot pussy. I didn’t realize how wet I was until I could feel how slippery his finger was around my inner lips. I’m moaning at this point. “Please, I need more!” I beg him. He then starts finger fucking me, oh my goodness. It’s so good, he lets me rock my pelvis against his hand. I have forgotten that the other 3 guys are just watching, I’m in my own world, chasing that pleasure. He stops right as I’m getting so close. He picks me up and turns me around and just throws me on the poker table. Pulls my panties off and spreads my legs, doesn’t give me a second to react. He starts eating my pussy like I’ve never had it eaten before. I’m in heaven! As he licks and sucks my clit and inner lips, I feel sets of hands on my face, neck and tits. I’m in sensory overload and continue to ride it until I cum. This orgasm feels next level intense, almost like I am outside my body. I quiver for what seems like minutes and as I come down from that, I see 3 guys just looking down at me. I look to the side and watch the 4 with his phone on me. WHAT? He was recording the whole time? I snap out and start to panic.

“Don’t worry Princess, we are going to keep this little home movie between us 5 ok? But you need to help us out. You see your prissy ass is too stuck up. It took me minutes to turn you into a whore. Your pussy isn’t worth anything, its ours to take now. You can make that decision though, are you going to throw everything away? We will share this video with the whole company, and it will ruin your husband and you. Or are you going to play along? No one has to know, the choice is yours.” My face must have said it all, I was in shock. I know I technically have already cheated on my husband BUT I did not want to take it any further than this. What he is saying is my pussy is theirs, what does that mean? Are they all going to fuck me? That can’t be right, this can’t be happening!

Finally, I said, “You promise to delete the video? And you promise not to hurt me?” “Yes Princess, we will delete the video and not hurt you that much.” He grabs me by the back of my hair and drags me off the table. I’m made to kneel down and they start crowding around me. It’s only 3 of them, the 4th is the one that’s married and luckily doesn’t want to participate. All of them start unbuckling their belts and pulling down their pants. I know where this is going and I’m not happy about it. I hate, hate giving blow jobs. I’ve rarely had to do it, when you’re hot, most guys are just happy to be with you and don’t make you do disgusting things like that. I don’t have a chance to tell them this, Jeff is holding my head by the back of my hair and bringing it to his cock. I want to close my eyes and hope its over soon. “Open your eyes Princess, I want to see how your Princess mouth takes in my cock. You’re going to love sucking us all off and drinking our cum. Here’s a taste, open your mouth.”

I see the big bead of moisture at his head and reluctantly bring my mouth to it. I really do hate this. He starts setting the tempo and as he brings my mouth down more, I start to gag. His cock is long, it does not fit in my mouth! I use my arms to brace against his hips to stop this abuse. “No no no Princess, that’s not how it goes. Greg, hold her arms back. Yes, I’m going to show you how to be a good cocksucker now.” It got worse after I had no control of my arms, Jeff used my mouth violently. I was gasping for air and crying at this point. Was so relieved when he stopped and pushed me to one of the other guys. He took my hand and put it to his cock and told me to do the same for Greg. The 3rd guy wasn’t that bad, I think anything is better than what Jeff had me do, I just sucked the tip and went down and up slowly. They rotated me around the three guys, my mouth was sore and I couldn’t wait to be done. I can’t imagine if they try and cum in my mouth, but at the same time at least the violation would be done with. One of the guys said he was ready to feed me and as I kept sucking him, he started to cum in my mouth causing me to gag. It tasted bitter, like bleach. I was so grossed out and wanted to spit it out immediately!