Paul:

Tony texted me around nine the following morning to tell me he would pick me up in about thirty minutes. I had forgotten entirely about the soccer game. Last week at work, we sat together for lunch a few times. We found out that, as well as having my wife in common, we both played soccer. Tony had kept on playing each Sunday with a bunch of mates he went to school with. He enjoyed their company. They were, he said, a bit coarse but great fun. The firm also had a five-a-side team, which Tony got me to play for on Thursday.

He had arranged to lend me some boots and kit as I would be one of the substitutes this morning. I was hoping it all went well, as Tony wanted to do something with Rebecca, and I needed to be in the team if I wanted to see it. So today, I needed to be on my game and impress his mates in the ten minutes or so I would get on the pitch. I was still on a high from last night; I didn't get much sleep. I had always fantasised about watching my wife be a slut in front of me, and in the past, I had pretended to be drunk or asleep whilst she did her thing.

Last night though, with the video camera Tony gave me, I was inches away from her pussy. After they had all gone, I spent ages sifting through and merging little ninety-second clips of my wife coming. Or some cock spurting over her face, or her back or spunk dripping out of her ass or pussy. They were individually fantastic, and just one would have been enough for me to wank myself. I added everything together, and the video ran for almost an hour. My little slut of a wife came time after time, and I had every moan on her face was right there in technicolour.

Tony:

This morning, I took Rebecca and Paul to the soccer game I played with my mates most Sundays during the year. I knew they despised me and took the piss out of me behind my back, but I didn't care because I had made it, and none of them had. I had the last laugh. I had this fantasy for a long time, but when I watched some of the ZeldaG tapes, my fantasy was right there on the TV set. If you remember, ZeldaG was an absolute ringer for Rebecca, and Tony fell into my trap because of his fascination with her.

I dressed up Rebecca in her long blond wig, which made her look exactly like she was before the blackmail and haircut. I got her to take off all her jewellery and dressed her up in this long dress and the long coat over it that she brought with her. The dress was thin but not transparent and had slits right up both sides. It was the sort of thing that she would have worn to a restaurant or club and looked perfectly in place. On a muddy touchline and the downmarket bar we went to afterwards for a couple of beers, she looked like a dirty stopover, which was exactly the look I wanted.

Rebecca:

Tony dressed me up as he wanted me, but I was allowed to wear thermal underclothes under the coat. Under no circumstances was anyone supposed to see what I was wearing until we got to the bar. My script was that we picked up Paul and two other of Tony's mates. I sat in the front seat and ignored everyone. After they got onto the pitch, I exited the car and watched on the touchline for probably about twenty minutes. This was about as long as I could stand in the chill, and I then got back in the car.

After the game, we got in the car the same way, with me in the front, and went to the bar. I immediately went to the toilet, removed my underwear, and stuffed them in Tony's kit bag. After the first drink, I was to announce I was warm enough to take off my coat and did so. As I went to the bar and stood next to Tony, I was easily the most underdressed woman, and everyone looked at me. Not just the blokes but the wives and girlfriends of both sides. I heard 'dirty little stop out' just loud enough to hear, and I smiled inside.

Tony:

Everything was going perfectly with Rebecca. The wife and girlfriends of both sides thought she was a bit of a slut. One or two of my mates even mentioned it to me. I replied that she was fantastic in the sack and that they might want to try when I was finished with her. I was careful to say this in front of Paul, slap him on the back, and bring him into the joke. I enjoyed the pained look on his face. When we got into the car, I suggested Paul stay in the front and Rebecca between my two other mates in the back. I put her coat in the boot.

Rebecca:

Tony had already told me what would happen on the way back and what I was to do, but it was pretty well nothing. I was not to instigate anything but to sit still, look straight ahead and ignore the banter all around me. I was also not to stop anything that either of the two guys would try on. If they spread their legs wider and touched mine, I would not pull away but also not push back. If they put a hand on my knee, I would ignore it. If the hand slowly made its way down my thigh towards my non-existent knickers, I would forget that as well.

After fifteen minutes of driving, with Paul and Tony chatting to each other and the two guys chatting across from me, we made some progress. One was bolder and started by pressing his knee against mine. When he got no stop signal, he bumped me, and each time, the split on my skirt got wider and wider. Of course, I did nothing to close it until it became too tempting for him to ignore it, and he started to stroke my leg. First, tentatively, and then, as no response was coming from me, he moved his hand higher.

As he reached mid-thigh, he nodded to his mate and then indicated with his free hand. They both looked at Tony, who was deep in chat with my husband. With a little shrug, they both had hands on me and turned to look at me. As instructed, I neither discouraged nor encouraged them. However, I clarified by my inaction that I was not asking them to stop. They both put one hand under each knee and moved my legs about a foot wider apart. It should have been visible to Tony, who I could see in the mirror. A small smile formed over his face.

A few minutes later, Tony made a big show of dropping Paul off. He explained to his two mates that he had to pick up something work-related from Paul's flat, which would take about ten minutes. He had parked in the spaces behind the flats, down a little driveway. The car was hidden from all except the back windows of the apartments. As soon as they walked around the corner, the two mates started working on me. As my husband and blackmailer walked away from the car, they described what they would be doing.

They pulled up the front of my skirt and lifted again my knees further apart. My glistening pussy was there to be seen. The guy on the right had the best view of Tony returning, so the other guy pulled my face towards him, and we started making out. I'm not sure how active I was supposed to be in kissing, but I was way past that right now. I was as horny as fuck in the pub, hands accidentally brushing my sides, my ass and my legs. There were whispers of Tony's tall slut. We are better lovers than him, so why not give us a try?

Two fingers went deep into my core, the owner telling his mate how easily they went in. His thumb rolled against my clit, and I could feel myself falling into a sexual vortex. Two hands grabbed mine and placed them over two hard cocks, and I slowly rubbed them, feeling the desperation inside the denim. I wondered how long I had, but before I had even come once, hands were falling off me; the two guys pushed my legs together and my dress back in place. Tony opened the door and suggested I move up front as if nothing had happened.

Tony:

The whole soccer thing and the car worked exactly as I wanted. I knew my mates could not resist Rebecca flaunting in front of them. By next Sunday, they would all know my 'girlfriend' was up for something on the side, and I would be taking two different guys home each week until we had covered the whole team. Rebecca was utterly dripping wet and horny as hell when we got home. She didn't want to wait, I fucked her from behind over the side of the sofa. Although she tired me out (I had just played an hour of sport in my defence), I knew she was not fully satisfied.

We had a nice lunch, then packed some of the stuff to go home. I took her to the train station with instructions for the following Friday. She was to go to Paul's flat, let herself in with a spare key I provided, and then join us in a bar nearby once she showered and changed. She was to play a game with some of my and her husband's work colleagues. I wanted the gossip for the next few weeks to be about Rebecca, the girl they met in the bar last Friday. Perhaps I'm getting a little ahead of myself. She left with her long blond wig on.

Lastly, we talked about Rebecca joining a gym. She was in pretty good shape, but a gym was out of the question financially. My games would be an excellent investment to get her into the best physical shape. She would be more desirable, have more stamina, and be more flexible in getting into a couple of positions she might not be able to manage right now. After all, it would also be essential for my increased fun. On the way back from the station, I picked up a copy of the video Paul had crafted. It was fantastic.

Rebecca:

I was asked to join a gym, but I needed to do it in a specific way. Firstly, I was to check with all my friends whether they used local gyms. This was not to join the same one but to join one they didn't belong to. Tony had one in mind and wanted to ensure nobody who knew me was a member. It worked out fine, and on Wednesday afternoon, I was to go along for an induction. I can tell you that by Wednesday, I had become as horny as at any time in my life. I had found that the more sex I had, the more I needed and last weekend, I had more sex than in the previous five years.

Tony:

Rebecca had let me know which gym was the one, and it, fortunately, matched the one I had hoped for. There was an out-of-town conference hotel with a spa, pool and gym. It wasn't great, but it was an excellent basic gym. Judging by the prices, they struggled to get locals to make the trip worthwhile, and they didn't have any classes to attract female customers. I phoned the manager and made a deal for my wife. I spun that Rebecca was new in the area, left at home all week and was a bit desperate for some company. The gym could make her friends.

Then, I reviewed the exercises I had in mind for my wife's program. I looked up on the internet a sexually focused routine based on firm tits, flat stomachs and tight thighs. Oh, and an ass to die for, plus stretching and building on her Kegal muscles to tighten up her pussy. After I had run through the routine, the manager understood precisely what I wanted. A trophy wife who could fuck like a porn star. I told him I didn't mind if he was a bit handsy getting her body in shape. Anything went as long as the results were exemplary. He understood completely.

Rebecca:

I took along some of the kit Tony had marked for my induction. A pair of boy shorts that were thin and clung like a second skin. No panties allowed. On the top, I had three layers, which I gradually stripped off to a soft crop top that clung just like the panties and showed my nipples. Simon, the guy doing the induction, was at first diplomatic, telling me he had responded to my husband over the phone and planned a routine for me. I continued the story, telling him we had moved in recently, but Tony had to work away. I took off my wife to become ZeldaG.

We had the initial conversation whilst I was in reasonably ordinary outside clothes, and I flirted quite a lot, telling him how lonely it was while my husband was away during the week. This was entirely true, so it wasn't difficult to fake. When I got changed, I was much less restrained in an almost empty gym. I put my hands on my body, stroking over the areas I wanted to focus on. The areas I wanted to focus his attention on right now. As we walked through potential exercises, he was encouraged to feel the muscle I was trying to develop. He soon had his hand on my ass.

I had a great time flirting and encouraging Simon, and I was sure I could get him to fuck me, but Tony had forbidden it this week. Instead, I asked about my skimpy attire and if it was okay. Simon, of course, said it was fine, but he described his clients. Early on, before nine, were the young professionals. They were followed by the older women and couples from nine to lunchtime. The mummies from ten to three. Then, the residents move from four or five to closing. Only the elder ones in the morning would complain. The mummies would probably start competing if I showed more flesh.

After my session, I wanted to try the pool and sauna, so I changed into the smallest bikini before wrapping my towel around it and asking Simon if it was acceptable. His eyes were on stalks, and I could see his hardon. He gulped, not in the mornings, and let me enter the pool area. I realised it was the slow period between the mummies and the guests, with nobody to tease and flirt with. I got out, showered and told Simon I would be back tomorrow. The next day, I got there just after one and saw around five young women getting fit in skimpy attire.

I decided to start strong and stripped off to show the most flesh of them all. I sweated on the treadmill, used the machines and stretched out on the mat area. I did the most outrageous of the exercises that Simon had shown me, pulling my body, especially my groin area, into contortions that showed off my physique. I was in okay shape, but these women were toned more. As they started to leave, I followed them into the changing room, quickly stripping off to walk around naked. This seemed acceptable as although a few wrapped towels, two others strutted.

I nodded to them, washed naked and still dripping wet, and put on my bikini. One of the others started to talk to me, saying she would join me, and I waited for her to put on her more conservative one-piece. Beth explained her background to me as we walked to and settled in the sauna. Her husband, just like mine, worked away all week, and she spent all week getting honed and horny whilst he wasn't there. After she said his name, I realised her husband and I had worked together years ago in the local bank head office before it closed.

He was pretty good-looking, and I had been tempted to go further than flirting. I was also reassured that Beth had no idea who I was with my red-headed pixie cut. We discussed Simon's hands and how good they felt. We were kissing before the sauna had made us too hot, and I had forgotten how much I liked sex with another woman. I could not invite her back to mine if she recognised it, so we went to hers. We made out in the lounge on the main sofa for quite a long time. I had given Beth a few more orgasms than she gave me, as a polite guest should.

She rang her husband as she rustled up something simple to eat. I stayed in the lounge, knowing that I wasn't allowed to call Paul and Tony was not going to ring me. We ate and then repaired to her bedroom, where we stayed until eleven the next morning. She was frustrated and horny, and I was able to make her come enough to actually fall asleep. We cuddled and took up where we had left off the following day. She had quite a few toys to play with, certainly a lot more than I did. I had a great time and agreed to meet the following Monday.