Greg has never had an issue with me going out while he was away lorry driving.  My friend Bell and I would often go up to the pub together and yes, invariably guys would hit on us. We enjoyed the banter but that’s as far is it went usually.  However, one time one of the guys took Bell outside and when they came back it was pretty clear that she had had sex with him.  

Before moving to Scotland, we lived for a while in Middleton, Manchester.    Greg, my partner was a lorry driver and often had nights away.  He is also an avid film maker.  He films pretty much anything and everything and to be honest, he is pretty good at it which he should be seeing the amount of gear that he has accumulated.  He has turned our spare bedroom into an editing suite and he spends hours in there.

While lying in bed one night I was telling Greg about Bell having a quickie round the back of the pub.  I was holding his cock as I told him and I could feel it twitching as I started to embellish the story.  The more it twitched the more outrageous my story became. 
 I was really getting into it and before long I felt him cum in my hand.  My goodness, this was too hot to handle.
Was he getting off on the thought of me with other guys or Bell with other guys?  We lay there for a while chatting about what if it became a reality.  At the moment it was purely fantasy but as we spoke more about it, it was like it was becoming a reality and made us both horny beyond belief and we literally fucked each other’s brains out for the next 3 hours.
I had never been unfaithful to Greg even though I had offers.  I only weigh 85lb and I think that guys like petite.  Bell on the other hand was nearer 100lbs but she is taller so carries it off easily.

A week or so later Bell and I were having a drink at my house.  Greg had been out driving for a couple of nights so was pretty tired.  He went to bed and left Bell and I to finish of the last bottle of wine.  As usual the chat had turned to sex.  She was asking all kinds of questions about Greg’s love making and the size of his cock etc.  In the end I told her to go upstairs and find out for herself. 
I followed her up the stairs and stood in the bedroom doorway as she eased the duvet down off his body.  He was laying on his back.  Greg let out a little moan as her head went down to suck his cock.  The moonlight coming through the window was enough to reveal all of the action.
I was feeling very horny watching him getting a blow job from my best friend so I started playing with myself.
Greg grabbed hold of Bells head as he started bucking his hips and fucking her mouth.  I could tell that he was about ready to cum and cum he did into her eager mouth.  Just as his hips stopped convulsing I flicked on the main light.  He blinked a few times, looking down at Bell then at me in the doorway then back down at Bell “What the fuck” he said.
Bell got up off the bed, swallowing his load as she did so.

I let her out of the back door and locked up.  I went up to bed; Greg was already pushing the zzzz’s out. 
The following morning over breakfast he said that he had had the weirdest dream last night.  I listened as he recounted how he had dream't that Bell had given him a blow job.  I said that he had an over active imagination.

I don’t really know what went on between Bell and her husband later that night but I do know that the following day he was banging on my front door accusing me of leading her astray.  He forbids me to see her again.  I did try to make contact with her and find out what was going on but sadly my number was blocked on her phone.  I couldn’t knock on her door because her lazy good for nothing husband had lost his job just prior to all of this kicking off so he was home all the time.   I did see her in the local supermarket one time, I caught her eye but she avoided my look.
So, a friendship over, I guess.

I missed our trips to the pub together; in fact, I didn’t go out for a couple of weeks.  Greg had noticed my quiet demeanor and commented on it.  I told him about the fall out with Bell and I missed going out on a Saturday night.  He is not much of a social drinker or going to the pub but he said that that shouldn’t stop me going out on my own.  I said yea right, a lass going out drinking alone is not going to be drinking alone for long, is she?
He didn’t seem to bothered “I trust you and hey, if you fancy some company, I don’t have a problem with that.”
I couldn’t believe that he had given me the green light.  There was a plethora of ‘What Ifs?’ running through my head.  I didn’t pursue any more thoughts on it right then but it had triggered something in me.
Wednesday evening Greg got home from work to tell me that he would be driving on Saturday and coming back Sunday evening.  Well, ‘if he thinks that I am going to sit here on my own all weekend then he’s got another think coming’ I thought. 
Saturday morning he gave me a cheery wave as he drove off.  I ran the vac round the house then come early afternoon I was soaking in a beautiful hot bubble bath.  My mind was drifting back and forth about going up the pub tonight, should I? Shouldn’t I?  Fact is that Greg hadn’t touched me since our super fuck on Sunday night near on a week ago.  Although it wasn’t in my mind to do anything specific, I did have an itch, if you know what I mean.

Saturday night ‘Fuck It’, I got my glad rags on, phoned a taxi and within the space of half an hour I was walking into the pub.  There were several guys there and not many couples.  Jack, a regular whom I knew during my ‘Bell’ pub visits, came over and asked how I was doing because he hadn’t seen me for a couple of weeks.  I told him a cut down version of the Bell and her husband thing.  I added that I didn’t know if it was proper for me to go out on my own.  He said not to worry about it because he will look after me so that I am not on my own, he put his arm around my shoulder to reassure me.

Jack got the drinks in and we sat at a table near the door.  We made small talk and soon I felt pretty much at ease.  I told him how Greg wasn’t really a social person and that he had left me alone for the night.  Jack kept the drinks coming and by 11 o’clock I was feeling decidedly tipsy.  Jack said “Time to be getting you home.”
Shakily I got up and as he helped me to the door he waved to his mates.  They came back with rude gestures.  As we stepped out of the doorway a taxi pulled up and asked if we had ordered it.  Jack said that he had although I don’t know when.  A short ride later he paid the taxi off and we were at my front door.  Jack took the keys from me because I was fumbling with them.  The door swung open and despite him trying to support me we both kinda half fell through the door way.   I flicked the light on and turned to say thanks to him but then I was in his arms and his tongue was down my throat.  I sobered up pretty quickly but never made any attempt to stop him.  His hands were all over me.  He made pretty short work of stripping me naked then I was laying on the floor looking up at him as he stripped off his own clothes.  His cock was sticking straight out in front of him.  He lowered himself down and then he was inside of me.  Humping away like his life depended upon it.  It was very rushed and all to soon he flooded my pussy with his cum. 
“So, your old fella not coming home until tomorrow night then?” he asked.
I just nodded, with that he scooped me up and carried me upstairs.  It hadn’t occurred to me that I could have said no or leave me alone or anything.  I just went with the flow.  We made love for most of the night in more varied positions than I ever thought existed.  He took his time and was a very good lover.  I did wonder how many females he had practiced on to become this good.  
I was worn out and fell asleep with Jack spooned up behind me.

When I awoke the clock on the bedside table showed that it was 8am.  There was no sign of Jack so I assumed that he had left.  I slipped on my robe, went to the loo then went down stairs.  Sure, enough Jack had gone.  I had a cup of black coffee to clear my head.  A quick shower then I set about changing the bed linen and removing any trace of last night’s love making.  I was surprised that I didn’t feel any guilt for what had taken place.

Greg arrived home at 6pm.  He came in, gave me a hug and went for a shower while I set about doing some food.  Over dinner he asked me how my evening was.  I tried concentrating on saying and doing everything normal so as not to betray any of my naughty emotions.  If anything, he was more attentive than usual.

Later, when we were lying in bed, he brought up the subject again about another guy making out with me.  I said that I hadn’t really thought about it much.  His cock was like a granite rod in my hand.  In an instant he was on top of me, his cock hard in my pussy.  Then he slowed the pace down, propped himself up on his hands and started talking about other guys and what would I do with them.  How many guys do I think that I can handle at the same time.  I have to say that him building these scenarios in my head while we made love was a huge turn on for him. It was also great for me because he had found a new tenderness to prolong our love making that I had never experienced from him before.  It seemed like we made love for ages, I thought that it would never end.  He was magnificent.

He spent all of Monday morning in his video editing room.   I pottered around for most of the day comfortable in the knowledge that he was none the wiser to my Saturday night infidelity.   I was eager to get to bed for another session with him but sadly, for the rest of the week he was sound asleep before we had an opportunity to make love.  He had informed me that he was going to be out driving on Saturday nights for the next couple of months.  By Friday I was looking forward to getting to the pub again hoping that Jack would be there.

Come Saturday evening I was all dolled up in my finery and sitting in a taxi on my way to the pub.  I was disappointed when I walked in to see Jack sitting at a table with another guy.  He smiled when I walked in and leading me to his table introduced me to Frank.  While he got the drinks in, I asked Frank how they knew each other.   
“We were at school together and we stayed in touch”.
Jack came back with the drinks.  We all three of us got on as if we had known each other for years.  I made a point not to have too much to drink tonight in case Jack was going to see me home again.  I was hoping that Frank would depart before the night was over.

I was pleased when last orders was called.  It had been a very pleasant evening and I was ready to go home.   The 3 of us walked outside.  There was no taxi waiting so Jack made a quick phone call.  While we waited, he asked Frank if he wanted to share a taxi and he said OK.  It was pretty cold making my nipples erect, Jack wrapped his arms around me, then we were kissing.
“Hey, leave it out you two” Frank said “You’ll make me horney”.
“Don’t worry mate, there’s plenty to go round” and Jacks tongue was in my mouth again before I had the chance to register what he had said.
The Taxi arrived, Frank sat in the front while Jack and I were in the back.  His fingers were soon running up the inside of my thigh.  When we arrived at my house Frank paid the Taxi driver and the three us got out of the cab.  Frank must have seen the quizzical look on my face because he said “Don’t worry, I only live round the corner but if I can just borrow your loo for a moment because I am bursting”
The three of us entered the house and I told Frank where the toilet was.  Within nano seconds I was in Jacks arms again and he was undressing me.  I had forgotten about Frank in the moment.  When I was naked Jacks tongue was down my throat again then I felt Frank behind me.  While Jack was kissing me and playing with my breasts Frank slid his hands around me and was playing with my pussy.  I was a lost cause right now.  I reached around behind me and felt Franks cock, it was out of his pants and felt huge.  I just wanted to turn around to look at it but I was squashed between the two of them.

After a moment or two they eased back off of me.  They both stripped off naked and we resumed our positions.  I was unceremoniously spun round to face Frank and between them they had me so hot and ready to fuck.  I went down on my knees and for the first time I got to look at Franks magnificent cock.  It was beautiful. 

I took a cock in each hand and slowly started to run my hands up and down them.  First, I would suck one and then the other.  Soon Jack stood me up, lifting me by my butt cheeks I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs around his body and I kissed him hard.  I reached down between us and guided his cock to my waiting pussy.  This was another new position for me, doing it standing up.  I felt Frank behind me, he was fingering my butt hole, then he was against me, his cock was teasing my virgin butt.  I came like I have never cum before.  My juices lubricating Franks cock for sure as he started to slide his cock into me.  One at the front and one at the back.  They paused for me to relax, I have never felt so full in my life.   I was getting into this now.  I tried to raise myself up and down on them but I couldn’t manage it.  Even so, Jack still holding my butt cheeks, did the job for me, sliding me up and down on their cocks.  I came again and again.  I was delirious with lust, never wanting it to end.    After a while Frank eased out of me while Jack lowered me to the floor.  ‘What next?’ I thought.

Frank sat down on the settee, he was half sitting and half laying down with his legs stretched out, he beckoned me over, I put my hands on his knees as I reversed myself onto his cock.  He guided it towards my butt.  It went in easier this time.  Soon I was impaled on it.  I lifted my feet up and placed them in his knees as I lean't back.  His legs were wide open which opened up my pussy wide as I kept my feet on his knees.
Jack wasted no time in getting on his knees between our legs, his cock was at my pussy lips and then he was in me.  I really couldn’t move.  He just kept in and out, in and out.  I guess that it must have been pretty tight down there because he didn’t last long before he was pumping his cum into me. 
After he withdrew his cum must have been running out of my pussy and down over Franks balls.  I was now able to slide up and down on Franks cock.  Just as I set up a nice rhythm, I heard him grunt and then he was flooding my bowels with his cum. 
After I eased off of him, I stood there looking at his still half firm cock.  Jack was getting dressed so I figured that that would be the sex over with. 
I went to the bathroom to get cleaned up a little.  Seconds later Frank came in, still naked, he bent me over the sink unit and fucked me with no finesse at all.  After he came, he wiped his cock on my best cotton towel and he left the bathroom.
When I returned to the front room they were both gone. 
‘Charming’ I thought to myself. ‘At least I’ll not have to change the bedding.’
I went to bed feeling totally fucked.  I slept well and I was bright eyed and bushy tailed when I got up at about 9am the following morning.  A quick shower, a couple of slices of toast, a large cup of black coffee and I was ready for the day.  I had a quick tidy round and that was my Sunday.
Greg got home at his usual time, had a shower, some dinner, then he disappeared into his video room for an hour.

When we went to bed that night Greg brought up the subject of other people joining us in the bedroom department.  He was really getting into the threesome thing.  I remember thinking that I had already done that but he wouldn’t have known that.  We made love long into the night all the while running through different scenarios involving other people.  He really had an erotic way with words.

The following day was his rest day.  He spent most of the morning in his video room.  I wondered what on earth he found to do in there.   That evening while we were cuddled up on the settee, he asked me if I wanted to watch a video that he had made.
“Sure” said I.
He plugged his dongle thing into the port on the back of the TV, dimmed the lights and joined me on the settee.  He flicked the TV input over to USB then pressed play.
The movie started with a blue screen and the words scrolled up the screen “My beautiful accommodating wife”.  The screen faded out. 
When it faded back in there was Jack and I standing in our front room kissing.  I was mortified.  He undressed me, then he was fucking me.  Some parts in slow motion.  I was in shock and lost for words.  In the next scene we were on our bed.  Greg had filmed the entire thing.
“Do you like what you see darling” he said “I didn’t doubt for a moment that you would bring a friend, or two home. So, I placed some spy cameras around the place to see what you got up to.  I also live streamed it to my phone”
“I don’t know what to say” I stammered as thoughts of losing my home and everything slipping away from me seemed to be becoming a reality.
“Don’t worry” he said “It gets better”.  There on the screen was Frank and Jack with me between them.  I tried not to watch.
Greg tilted my face towards his, he gave me a peck on the lips then said “It’s OK, I am not mad.  Now that I know what you like we can start doing it properly”.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I have some ideas about making more films and what I want you to do in them.    There are a couple of guys at work who have been treating me really bad, now a video of you with each of them would give me some great leverage.  Just imagine if their wife’s found out?”
I was taken aback by his suggestion but then I started to think about it and it didn’t seem such a bad idea.   I could see how it would work.
“Then there is Bell, I would love to give her a good fucking so maybe we could think of a way to do that”.
The possibilities were endless.  I get all the cock that I want and Greg gets an easier ride in life.
With that thought in mind he told me to stand up and strip, then he had me get on all fours. “I have always wanted to fuck you in the ass and now that I know that you like it…….”
He left the sentence hanging as I felt his cock slide into my ass. 

We have several hours of video now; Greg has been promoted at work but still stays out on Saturday nights. I have had several different guys but only the ones that Greg chooses for me.  I even had Mr Johnston from next door because Greg got fed up with his yappy dog.  Now Mr Johnston keeps his dog indoors.

Please don’t judge me, let’s face it I bet most of the women reading this would like to swap places with me and I dare say that most of the guys reading this would like to swap places with Greg.
I guess that it is blackmail but everybody comes out a winner so surely that cannot be so bad can it?

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