Most definitely

Blake grabbed me by the hand then pushed me into the cubical where I fell back onto the toilet, my backside crashing heavily onto the toilet seat.

Blake closed the door behind himself, then wasted no time unzipping his jeans. "Pull it out and suck me. It's my time for me to get some attention."

I couldn't agree more. I reached out, slid my hand into Blake's boxers and immediately felt his impressive girth. Carefully, I unmasked this monster, pulling it out and letting it bob in front of my face. My eyes widened as it was almost twice the size of John's cock. He was circumcised, the purple godhead looking like the bulbous end of an eggplant.

"Give me your tongue."

I smiled then poked out my raspberry tongue.

"Now clean me."

I did as I was told. Licking him clean. I felt his cock pulsating as my tongue swept back and forth. From his circumcised bell to the tips of his hairy sacks. I didn't miss an inch. Excitement coursed through me. I was enjoying being a cocksucking whore.

My phone began to vibrate in my bag. Although I knew it was John, I didn't answer. As I didn't want to risk missing out on the opportunity. I simply leaned forward, opened my mouth and took Blake whole. Or at least I tried. It felt alien to me. Intrusive. I usually do a good job of sucking, not that I have blown anyone recently. But Blake was more than a handful... or a mouthful.

I slurped, choked and gagged. I think Blake knew I was struggling, so he coaxed me with his hands, guiding himself deeper, obviously driven by the sight of my watering eyes. "Look at me bitch."

I did just that. Kept eye contact as he went about stretching my mouth. Although It was far from the most comfortable position, I wanted to please my man.

Blake pushed my face down onto his cock. And kept me there. I couldn't breathe and I felt like my head was about to explode. Plus my nose was buried within his short and curlies - making me want to sneeze.

But then Blake released me. But as I lurched back, gasping for air, he blasted me in the face. I guessed he hadn't wanked for days as he kept cumming. Long jets, criss-crossing my face in a spider web of hot sticky, salty man juice.

"Now take a selfie and send it onto that pervert of a husband."

I had obeyed Blake all night and I wasn't about to stop. So even though my left eye was sealed shut with cum, I reached for my bag. Pulling out my phone, Blake snatched it from me, then sniggered as he began reading my husband's messages.

"Smile like a whore."

One flash. Two flashes. Not a picture to put in the family album.