It would be an understatement to say that Greg my husband was ambitious. He joined a local Gym when he heard his boss was a member, dressed in a similar style hoping to get noticed. We even moved into the same dockside apartment block as his boss, though we had a pokey little flat several floors below his bosses three bedroomed penthouse where he lived alone since divorcing his wife. He started dropping in to a wine bar which his boss used, taking me with him, getting me to wear short skirts and revealing sexy dresses. I certainly got noticed by Mike, his boss, who is about 50, looks younger being slim and fit. He would come over, sometimes buy us a drink chatting with his hand resting on my thigh as I sat perched on a bar stool. The first time I politely removed his hand but when we got home Greg said “Why did you move his hand. He's my boss don't upset him” I responded angrily “Are you serious. I suppose you'd like me to let him fuck me too.” He denied it, but the look on his face told me different. A week or so later in the bar again Mike's hand was on my thigh so I left it. I could tell Mike knew that Greg was trying to get noticed, ingratiate himself and he was pushing to see how far he could go before Greg was forced to say something. It amused me, watching them both, Greg’s face was a picture as Mike pushed his luck, his hand getting higher each time we saw him. I found Mike attractive was enjoying him touching me, my pussy getting moist, his fingers only inches from my panties. Still Greg said nothing and I realised just how pathetic he was, prepared to let his boss grope me in the hope it furthered his career. I was enjoying the game and decided to wear my shortest skirt the next Saturday night. One that when I was sitting on the bar stool if I wasn't careful, my panties would be visible, except that I wasn't going to wear panties and I wasn't going to be careful. I didn't tell Greg all I would have under my skirt would be my freshly shaved pussy, and the little gold ring piercing my clit. My tits are small, just 32a so no need for a bra, just a stretch top, my perky little nipples sticking out. We got there quite early and stood chatting to some people we knew, keeping an eye on the door for Mike. I'd made sure I was next to a stool at the end of the bar in the corner, close to the table Mike usually took. He arrived and I caught his eye as he fetched drinks for himself and a couple he was with, then as he sat I hitched myself on to the stool, swivelling towards him, letting my legs part briefly, flashing my gash before crossing my legs. The couple had their backs to me, Mike was the only one who could see and nodded his approval at what he'd seen. I was careful no one else could see, Greg was turned away from me chatting. I slowly uncrossed my legs, sitting heels hooked on the stool foot rest, knees together, my hand resting on my thigh. A quick check again that no one else could see as I parted my legs, just a couple of inches. I could see the look in Mikes eyes urging me to open my legs more. I could feel sex juices seeping from my pussy, I guessed my wet cunt was visible but went further, moving my legs apart, sitting for 10 or 15 seconds. I was getting aroused exposing myself, and moved my hand from my thigh and ran a finger along my slit, feeling it open under my touch, my finger slipping inside until I felt my clit ring. I gave it a quick rub, feeling my hard little erect clitty under my fingertips. I suddenly became aware that Greg had said something to me and was turning, just managing to remove my hand and close my legs before he saw. I was so excited I had to nip to the ladies for a quick wank. I didn't get another chance to flash Mike and about 20 minutes later saw him going to the door with the couple. I thought he was leaving but he saw them off then came over bought a round of drinks and squeezed in between me and Greg. He bent down, whispered in my ear “You're a dirty little slut and I'm going to fuck you” “I know. Soon I hope” I told him. As usual his hand was soon on my thigh and as he moved it higher I parted my legs slightly, until his fingers were brushing my pussy. He pushed my legs further apart, slid a couple of fingers in my hole, dipping them in and out rubbing my clit whilst he chatted to Greg. I gasped, loud enough for Greg to glance at me, close to cumming from the attention my sensitive clitty was receiving. I smiled at him, reluctantly removing Mikes hand from my pussy at the same time. We stayed for about another hour, a couple more drinks, Mikes hands straying up my skirt several more times. Mike dropping hints about changes he was thinking of making at the company then inviting us up to his apartment for a nightcap. Greg couldn't accept quickly enough, he looked like he'd just won the Lottery as we left with Mike and walked to the apartment. Going up in the lift I listened as Mike told Greg how impressed he was with his work. Entering his apartment he was telling Greg that he had a great future with the company.(Bullshitting him, but I suppose that's why he's successful and Greg's just a gullible wanker) He was lapping it all up, agreeing that it was important to please the boss. I could see where this was going even if he couldn't. I was admiring the view from the picture window when Mike said “Jenny come over here would you” I put my drink down and waited to see what was next. He turned back to Greg, “You're lucky having Jenny, she could be a real asset to your future” Greg agreed. “I'm glad you agree” Mike told him. “Now undress her” “What?" Greg stammered. I thought I was going to laugh, but bit my lip. “You heard. Strip Jenny. I want to see her tits and cunt” He just stood there mouth hanging open, turning bright red. “It's a simple order. Strip your slut wife. I want to see her naked” I waited hoping he would he do it and not stand up to him. He looked over at me, I lifted the hem of my skirt revealing my naked pussy, I think I saw a moment of realisation cross his face. He stood behind me, pulled my top off, unzipped the skirt and pushed it down my legs for me to step out of it then stood back saying nothing. He looked shocked when I parted my legs, licked my fingers then reached down and started to masturbate. Fingers of one hand playing with my pussy the other hand cupping my tits, teasing my nipples erect. I was enjoying myself, lowering my bum on to a large leather sofa so I could spread my legs wide and fully expose my tight wet pussy to Mike. I didn't much care what Greg thought, concentrating on masturbating, pleasuring my pussy, imagining Mike fucking me later. I saw a long thick candle on a side table and asked for it. Greg was told to fetch and use it on me, while Mike watched. He did as he was told, I felt my cunt stretching tightly around the candle as Greg fed 6 or 7 inches inside me and fucked me with it. Mike got on the sofa and took my hand placing it on his cock so I could rub him through his jeans. His prick was rock hard, he undid his belt and button and I unzipped him pulling the front of his boxers down releasing his long hard cock. I half rolled on my side, wanking him, pulling him closer until I could wrap my lips around his cock and sucked it. As I sucked him he unbuttoned his shirt and took it off and pushed his jeans down further. He slipped his prick from my mouth while he finished undressing. Greg had stopped fucking me with the candle but it was still in my pussy. Mike stood stroking his erection and told Greg to get out the way then pulled the candle from my cunt, got down between my legs, spread me as wide as he could. Using his fingers to hold me open he started to lick and suck my soaking cunt, paying lots of attention to my clitoris, driving me wild, with the marvellous sensations as he brought me to orgasm. As I came he flipped me over and pulled me onto his cock fucking me from behind with Greg sitting close by. He was far better than Greg he fucked me slow and gentle, fast and hard, bringing me to climax three or four time over the next half hour before he came inside me. Greg was still sitting in a chair opposite as Mike lifted me up and carried me through to his bedroom, calling over to Greg to show himself out and to be in his office at 9am on Monday. Mike fucked me several times more during the night, we showered together and he took me out to lunch wearing the skirt and top from the night before. We went back to bed in the afternoon, fucking until I went back to our flat at about 10pm. All Greg wanted to know was if Mike had said anything about the Monday morning meeting. It seemed that if letting his boss treat him like shit and fuck his wife would help his career it was fine. It was fine with me too, I was enjoying being a slut and getting better sex. He thought I was doing it to help him. Monday night I asked how the meeting had gone and got a non-committal “OK, Mike would like you to help him entertain clients and things if that's all right with you” What? Fuck them and things” I asked. “He didn't really say. Just that he'd call and it would help my career” I went to shower, washed my hair, shaved my legs and pussy which was a bit stubbly after a couple of days without attention and went through to the lounge. Greg was watching TV, without looking away he said “Mike phoned. He told me to tell you to go up to his apartment when you finish” Did he say why? I enquired. “What do you think, of course he did. He wants to fuck you. Don't keep him waiting.” All I was wearing was a short kimono wrap, enough for the quick trip up in the lift. Mike let me in, I was surprised that he had company, a bloke about his age sitting on the sofa. He introduced him as Harry, one of his backers then told me to take off the wrap. I dropped it to the floor and stood in front of him naked. “Get on the floor and play with yourself” Mike demanded. I lay on a rug and spread my legs, licked my fingers and started to masturbate for them, soon getting my cunt running with juices and asked for the candle to wank with. Fingers working on my clit, cunt stuffed with a fat candle, I masturbated for their entertainment, until I came. After, he told me to go and wait in the spare bedroom listening as Mike said “I told you she was a dirty slut. You can fuck her in the bedroom if you want” I lay on the bed waiting, fingering my pussy until he came in, undressed and told me to lie on my front with my legs spread. He lay on top of me his hard cock pressing against my cunt, slid his length in me fucking me with long slow strokes, stopping now and again, waiting with his cock deep inside me before starting again. He lasted about 10 minutes before he grunted that he was gong to cum, speeding up his thrusts and I faked an orgasm when he spunked in my hole. He withdrew his prick, I rolled onto my back watching him dress, then as he left he got his wallet out and threw three £20 notes on the bed. I picked it up and put it in my kimono pocket and went into the en suite to shower. When I came out Harry had left and Mike called me into his bedroom telling me he just wanted a blow job before I went back to my flat. I sucked him off, swallowing a good mouthful of his spunk then left him. I was still feeling aroused and climbed into bed with Greg, got him good and stiff and rode him until we both came. Greg never enquired exactly what I did with Mike and I never told him. He got a small pay increase and a supposed promotion which kept him happy and I was getting plenty of cock which kept me happy. Sometimes I wouldn't be called by Mike for a week or more, but that was rare. Usually it was two or three times a week some times spending the night with him or being paid to fuck someone who was useful to him or he owed a favour to. He bought me a selection of vibrators and dildos so I could wank with them while he or some of his friends watched and I got a kick from being watched masturbating, having some super orgasms. A few times I went away with him on business trips and I would be fucked by him and his associates. Other times he phoned and told me to go to a particular hotel and meet men, usually only one. Another time he sent me to the room of a pair of men in their sixties who spitroasted me before one of them arsefucked me. They weren't particularly attractive, but I enjoy taking cock in my arse, something Greg refuses to do, and at least they made me cum, with the added bonus that I got paid for my efforts and more a few weeks later when they placed an order. Mike had been shagging me for several months, we were in bed and he asked what Greg said about him fucking me. I told him “Nothing, he never mentions it, he thinks it's good to keep in with you. Who am I to argue” I finished, moving down to his cock and taking him in my mouth. Mike just laughed and called him a wanker. Naturally it soon became common knowledge that Mike was fucking me and I was told that most of the people were laughing at Greg behind his back. He must have known but had convinced himself that I was helping him get ahead. He was over the moon when he came home one evening and told me he'd been invited to drinks at Mikes apartment a few days later. He knew I'd be there too, but seemed to think I’d just be serving drinks. Let him find out on the night I decided. The belief was reinforced in his mind when I left before him in a white blouse and black skirt, covering a matching bra, suspenders and string with fishnets and heels. He was the last to arrive, Mike somehow kept a straight face as he introduced Greg as one of the companies rising stars telling them that I was Greg’s wife. One of them gave a laugh, of the 10 men in the room 7 or 8 of them had fucked me at least once. Everyone had a few drinks, I was sitting on the arm of the chair, chatting to one of guys who had asked why Greg had been invited. I said I didn't know, though I had a good idea. Greg had cornered some poor sod, probably boring him to death and had his back to me. Mike came over and took me by the arm, telling me to stand. “Time for some entertainment” he announced, squeezing my tit through the blouse. “Good old Greg has lent us Jenny for the night” Greg nodded and grinned stupidly. I stood still as he unbuttoned my blouse, slipping it from my shoulders, then unzipped my skirt, letting it drop to the floor with my blouse. He continued chatting about me, telling them how much I liked to fuck, describing me as a cocksucking cum slut, mainly a dig at Greg. Unclasping my bra, cupping both my tits, pinching the nipples erect I began to get aroused. My pussy was starting to get wet as the string was removed joining the rest of my clothes on the floor. I was naked except for stockings, suspenders and heels, automatically parting my legs for him to finger me. “Greg’s really a lucky guy having such a lovely wife” he pushed a couple of fingers in my wet hole finger fucking me, thumb on my clit. “Jenny has got a nice tight cunt. But most of you already know that. Those that haven't fucked her before are in for a treat aren't they Greg” He was watching and nodded. He turned me round and told me to bend with my legs spread. He pushed a couple of fingers in my mouth, wetting them, then parted my buttocks, his fingers tracing my bum hole before he pushed them up my arse and told them my arse was tighter than my pussy and available to fuck if anyone wanted to. To me he said “Keep playing with your pussy” went in to the bedroom and came out with some of my toys, including his favourite, a massive black dildo about 18 inches long, thicker than my wrist with a sucker on the bottom. He attached it to the laminate floor in the centre of the room squirted some lube on it and sat down to watch. I moved over it, legs either side, crouching until the tip was touching my pussy. I rubbed it back and fore along my slit, held it against my clitoris moving against it. Using both my hands I pulled my cunt open and lowered myself, legs spread wider, letting them see the plastic cock penetrating my pussy. The large bulbous head, as large as my fist, entered me, I pushed down, then lifted a little pushing harder, feeling my hole stretching to take it as I forced more in to my cunt. It narrowed a bit below the head and I slowly slid more in, moving up and down the thick, slippery pole taking about half its length, 8 or 9 inches. I love the feeling of a good thick dildo up me, really filling my hole and rode it for my “audience”, one hand holding it steady, using the other to frig my clit. I bounced on the plastic cock, turned on being watched by a dozen men, my climax approaching, partly from being watched masturbating, partly from thinking about the fucking I was going to get afterwards, hopefully from all of them. I like to draw it out for Mike, bringing myself almost to orgasm, let it subside a little, fucking my pussy, harder, faster, deeper. I wanked for 15 or 20 minutes before letting myself cum and slowly stood pulling the dildo from my gaping hole. I was pleased with my performance and could see they all had big bulges in their trousers, a couple had got their pricks out stroking nice erections. Mike announced that he reckoned I was ready for fucking then called over to Greg, “She's your wife. Do you want to do her first?” Greg mumbled “No, no, I've got to go” and headed for the door. He must have heard them laughing at him as he slammed the door. Not that I was bothered, I was already on all fours, a nice hard cock in my mouth another just about to penetrate me from behind. During the next 5 or 6 hours I was fucked by the eleven guys, spit roasted several times and DP'd three times in my pussy and a first for me anally DP'd by two blokes while sucking off a third. My cunt and arse were sore for days afterwards. It was that night which brought home to Greg the realisation of what his ambition had started. The next time Mike phoned he tried to persuade me not to go. I told Mike about it later in his bed and he sent me back to our flat, telling me not to worry. It seem uncharacteristic for him. It was I found out a few days later. He rang and told me he wanted a fuck. I got up to go and told Greg. He insisted he was going to come with me and tell Mike it had to stop. He came to the apartment and told him he didn't want him to fuck me again. He laughed in his face, reached out and ripped my wrap open, telling me to sit back in the chair and open my legs. “See that. Jenny's tight pussy earns more for the company in a few minutes, laid on her back with her legs spread than you do sat on your arse in a month. If you don't like it resign. Now fuck off” Greg looked at me waiting for me to get up. Instead I got down on my knees, opened Mikes gown and started to suck his cock, seeing Greg leave from the corner of my eye. That was a month back, Greg hasn't resigned or said any more and I’m still getting fucked by his boss and anyone else he tells me to.