Ken's Massage

"Oooh, what a delicious arse you've got" he drooled.

"I thought you were going to behave yourself," she pouted.

"I'm making no such promise," he growled, "not today and not ever."

"You are such a wicked man," she told him, again, as she put her arm out to keep him at a distance. "Come on," she urged, "we'd better get on with the massage."

"O.K." he grinned, getting in close again and running his hands over the backs of her thighs.

"Erm, I think you should put some cream on your hands first......and, also, that's not where my problem is."

"I know exactly where "your problem" is, Mrs Ross, and my fingers are going to examine it very soon. I can assure you of that."

She lifted her head off the pillow and gasped at his shocking remark.

"Ken, do you mind, my husband is probably in the next room," she whispered, "please be careful what you say........."

I closed my eyes as my heart started to beat faster than ever. It was going better than I ever could have imagined. He was giving her fair warning that he was going after her pussy again and all she could think of to say too him was "be careful, my husband is around."

They were colluding together....against me.

It was terribly exciting, but, I just knew there was more to come.

Then as if on cue, I heard myself shouting from downstairs on the tape. I remember thinking at the time that if I weren't in the house, things might move along a bit.

I could just make out what I had said but they certainly heard it. "I'm just going out to post a letter." I had said "I won't be long......"

Then there was the sound of the front door slamming and they were left alone in the house.

Miranda would know that I would be gone at least 20 minutes to the nearest post box. Therefore, there was now no husband in the house to potentially interfere with whatever was going on...........I didn't know it then, but, any inhibitions and reserve she had left were just about to go out of the window.

Ken leaned forward to whisper something into her ear. It turned out he wanted her to move position and clearly it had absolutely nothing to do with massaging her back. After a minute or two of repeating the request, he finally persuaded her to do what he asked. After the events of yesterday, she had obviously known something like this was going to happen, but, nevertheless, she took her sweet time in acceding. In the end, still facing down. all it entailed was for her to draw her knees up underneath herself and push her arse up in the air. As she did so, she kept her head and shoulders face down on the bed.

Once again she was surrendering to Ken's lust

"Knees apart," he ordered.

"That's a good girl," he enthused, after she dutifully shuffled into the position he wanted her in. "I like a woman who does as she's told."

"Jesus!" I breathed. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and I played it over and over again to be sure. It was so unlike my sexually uncooperative wife. However, I had to face the facts and my 20 minute absence from the house had certainly livened things up. Ken for his part knelt down and gazed lovingly at what was now just inches before his face. Her pussy, ass and the backs of her thighs were now on open display for him. I gasped with shock, at the sight of my wife showing everything she had to another man. It was a mind boggling moment, indeed. Then I saw him sniffing at her sex, he was that close...........

Now all thoughts of massage had obviously been discarded as Ken's hands roved freely over Miranda's thighs and buttocks. This was something else entirely. Now, lust, was thick in the air.

Meanwhile, his fingers grazed playfully across her vagina. Then, he had a finger inside, probing and invading her married sexual sanctuary. Then two fingers went in and she just let him do what he wanted without a murmur of protest. "Bloody hell" I whispered to myself. Progress had been slow before, but now, it was getting quite alarming. His fingers were wet now, wet with her love juice as he plunged them ever deeper, taking possession and enjoying what was mine, the bastard.

Then I watched spellbound as he kissed and felt every inch of her naked bum, stroke her thighs and kept on delving into her squelching vagina. Time stood still as he savoured every minute of it. Meanwhile, my wife didn't move an inch, eyes closed, enjoying it all, as if in a trance.

Then, after about 10 minutes of feeling her most intimate parts, Ken made another request

"I want to see your tits," he told her gruffly. "Stand up and take your blouse off." It was more of an order than a request, but, she didn't seem to mind.

"We'll have to be quick because he'll be back in about 10 minutes," she replied as she bounced off the bed and started to unbutton her top. Then, Ken unhooked her bra and her B cup breasts tumbled free. He was seeing them naked for the first time. "Very nice" he commented, as he greedily helped himself to a large handful to fondle and squeeze. Then he tweaked and bit at her nipples until she cried out in ecstasy........."Oooh"

("Yes, Ken," I said to myself, watching the tape, "she's got nice big tits, hasn't she...I knew you would like them, knew that once you handled them you wouldn't be able to leave them alone......you dirty bastard")

Then he sat her on the bed and started to kiss her. Soon, it was quite passionate and I could see their tongues busily engaging. At the same time, he had his hand on her right breast, playing with the nipple and keeping her aroused.

"We'll have to do this again, soon," he murmured seductively. "But I wish we had more time. Does Jeff ever go out and leave you in the house on your own?"

"He goes out on a Monday to see his friends, over the lunchtime.......12.00 til 3.00 usually," said my wife still groaning from his manipulation of her nipple."

"Oooh, yes, three hours....that would be nice," drooled Ken. "Just think of the mischief I could get up to.......... We'll have to make arrangements before I go."

"O.K." she agreed, gasping..... (And, with that simple response, she betrayed me and our marriage of 17 years)

"Meanwhile," said Ken, "there is something I want to have a really close look at before Jeff comes back."

And with that, he laid her face up on the bed, with her long shapely legs spread and dangling over the end. She willingly complied. I guess she would have done just about anything he wanted....... Then, kneeling on the floor, between her legs, he got in very close to her vagina and proceeded to examine it in great detail. "Now about that "little problem" you've got," he growled.

Miranda just giggled.

"Jesus!" I breathed as I watched him. Because, he proceeded to expertly lick my wife's clitoris with his tongue, lapping, sucking, and licking; His tongue moving fast and purposely. Miranda's expression changed as she moaned with intense pleasure; she wasn't giggling now..........and I could see from her facial expression that she was lost in her own little world of ecstasy as he went on and on and on............

Watching my wife's seduction was breath-taking. Part of me wanted to shout out...."Get your filthy tongue out of there.....you have no right." But also, I was fascinated and I couldn't take my eyes off the screen.

The next morning I was checking my e-mails as usual, when I got one from Ken. It was brief and to the point. "I'm not doing much today so I thought I might as well come over this afternoon and see you. Also Miranda might want another massage."

"He's inviting himself now," I mused "and we all know why."

The cheeky bastard had even suggested to my wife that she shave her hairy pussy. "I prefer them shaven," he had brazenly told her just before their session had ended. She won't do that I thought......but I was wrong. That morning, her time in the bathroom had turned into a marathon session. As I came out of the study, I saw that the door was slightly ajar and it afforded me a rare glimpse of my naked wife. She was standing with her back to me and bending slightly forward. I whistled noiselessly, as I admired her curvaceous feminine figure, perfect arse and long shapely legs. Then she turned and provided me with a view of her magnificent 34B cup breasts in profile, framed by shoulder length auburn hair. I blinked as the though hit me that, although 39 now, she had never looked better.

By being nosy and hanging around until she came out, I found out that she had shaved her legs and underneath her armpits. Also, the slut had apparently given Ken what he had asked for......a shaven pussy. My head spun with the implications of her action. All the years I had been married to her she had always refused to do it. Now it had been done....for HIM. I was almost jealous......the lucky bastard, I thought.

When he came over that afternoon their combined keenness to get up into the bedroom was almost embarrassing. "Well, you had better get on with it" I told them after we had finished our coffees and the small talk. I had stopped using the word "massage" because now, it was all about sex. I don't think either of them suspected that I knew what they were up to. It just seemed to go right over their heads. Anyway, as soon as I suggested it, they made their way, casually, out of the lounge with as much dignity as possible. After a few seconds, I followed them just in time to see them head up the stairs. As they hurried up, I watched him shove his hand up her short skirt. She gave a stifled little shriek of delight before looking back anxiously to see whether I had been looking. I pretended I hadn't noticed. Let the games begin...........

That night it was very late before I got the chance to retrieve the device and see what had gone on.

As soon as they went into the bedroom, Ken closed the door again as always to emphasise that they did not want me to disturb them. Then, he just sat in a chair ordered my wife to do a full strip; the nerve of the guy. Miranda had her back to me but I could see she made it slow and sensuous and took a long time to unzip and remove her skirt. From the look on Ken's face it looked as though she had made a super job of teasing him with her charms. Then my eyes opened wide as I saw that she was wearing a red thong. I had never seen anything so brief on her before. She must have just bought especially for Ken because I had never seen her wear one before. As it was, she looked absolutely sensational in it and her long, shapely, legs never looked as good.

Then she took off her blouse and bra, unnecessary for her "massage" but obviously necessary to please Ken. Soon after that, he got his big treat of the day when she slipped off her thong. That left her totally and completely naked. Her body was smooth and hairless. She was in the peak of condition. My heart just skipped a beat at the incredible sight of my wife blatantly offering her naked body to another man....... I think at that stage I started to wank myself silly. What a turn on.

"Bloody hell," growled Ken, focusing hard between her legs, "you've actually shaved down there ... for ME....what an obedient girl you are. Come here," I want to kiss it."

She moved sexually forward at his command and he went onto his knees and kissed her on her newly shaven slit. Then, he ran his hands all the way up her legs, bum and thighs while she just stood there and let him. And, where his hands had been his lips soon followed. Those legs must have been really smooth and silky after the work she'd done on them. Soon, it was back to the fascination of her vagina, and, after he made her spread her legs apart and got his tongue in to work on her clit. The action made me so hot I had to stop the tape and mop my brow. After that, he stood up and kissed her on her mouth. It was a long open mouthed kiss, where tongues were heavily involved and it was a while before he released the firm grip he had on her arse.

"You and I are going to have a lot of fun with this," he growled, as his hand possessively cupped her newly shaved vagina once more. "It's going to get a lot of use."

Miranda giggled and put her arms around his neck. "I'm so glad you like it," she purred.

Then she turned round and for the first time I was able to get a good luck at her newly shaven pussy. At least her husband was second in the queue to see it even though she wasn't aware that I recorded it on video. My eyes widened in wonder as I looked at it. Now she was completely bald and exposed in that area and her well-shaped vagina stood out, marvellously. Without its hairy covering every delicious detail of it was visible and available. What a difference it made to her sexual appearance. It made her unbelievably sexy, and, I could see why Ken liked it like that. It looked good enough to eat and he had just about done that a few moments ago. I drooled with jealousy, but, couldn't help thinking that if she had done that for me our sex life might have been more successful. It was ironic that Ken had only asked her once for the favour and she had shaven for him immediately.

For the next twenty minutes, he had her on the bed, face up while he kissed and fondled her all over. Time after time he was drawn to that shaven vagina and made a bit of a pig of himself while he fondled, fingered and tongued it.

Miranda, meanwhile, just lay there writhing and groaning in ecstasy.

Then, near the end he was all over her legs and tits while he brought up the subject what he was going to do to her on Monday. "Ring me as soon as he goes out and I'll be parked nearby. Then I'm going to fuck you all over this house."

Miranda just giggled happily knowing that she was at the centre of his sexual plans.

The tube of massage cream lay on the dressing table untouched.

I spent Sunday going over the tapes so far and tracing Miranda's systematic fall from grace. To give Ken his proper due he had controlled the situation and my wife from day one. He had my admiration for that. Now he seemed to have her in the palm of his hand and, at the moment, it seemed that she would do anything he wanted. The way he had just whipped away that covering towel in those first few seconds of her first massage had taken her breath away (and mine). But, he hadn't fucked her yet and I was looking forward to that particular struggle with keen anticipation. As far as I was concerned, Monday couldn't come soon enough.

I usually went out on a Monday to visit some friends and have lunch with them at a pub in Carlisle, as Miranda had correctly told Ken. I normally left the house at 12.30 p.m. and returned about 3.00 p.m. But, on this particular Monday, I had some good news for Miranda (and Ken) because I told her that the lads had decided to go on a rare visit to an afternoon movie so I would be away until well after 4.00 p.m. What's more, I told my wife I would ring on my way home in case she wanted me to call at Tesco to get something for the evening meal. In effect, I was giving them an "early warning" so that they didn't have to worry about me catching them at it. So Ken was going to have several hours to do whatever he wanted with my lovely wife.

The video device was set up and ready to go in the bedroom. But, I had bought an identical one to place elsewhere in the house, because, I suspected that their activities would spread to other rooms. It was not practical to place cameras all over the house, so, I decided to put one in the lounge for two reasons; one, because there was a perfect place to put one, and two, because it was the most likely other place for them to start. So, I was all ready to go. Only I didn't want to go before I had seen Ken enter the house. That was a momentous occasion that I wasn't going to miss.

At around 11.50 a.m., I kissed my wife goodbye and drove out of the street. There seemed no reason to delay my departure any longer. She had been carefully preening and titivating herself up all morning on the pretext that she was meeting some of the girls for coffee and wanted to look as smart as they usually did. Give the woman her due, it was a clever story. Before leaving, I couldn't help but notice how sexy and attractive she looked. Her hair and makeup had been meticulously done and I particularly liked the light red lipstick which made her lips so kissable. Seeing her like that made me gulp hard with envy at the kind of afternoon my rival was going to have. She had gone to so much trouble for him and she looked sensational.

A few minutes down the road, I doubled back and parked in a place where I could see the front door with my binoculars. I looked at my watch. It was 12.05 p.m. and, given Ken's impatience to shag my wife, I knew I wouldn't have long to wait.

Five minutes later, I saw his car turn a corner and stop. Then he got out and walked all the way up my street until he came to our house. Without a backward glance, he turned and walked up to the blue front door. Then, as soon as he got there the door opened and my wife let him in. No doubt she had been waiting for him. They had obviously planned it that way.

Through the high powered lens, I managed to catch a glimpse of the smart red dress that she had been wearing. She had obviously done a quick change after I had left. When I saw it, I smiled knowingly, because, I knew that sexy little dress. It was short and tight fitting to show off her narrow waist, sexy bum and long shapely legs. Also it had a low cleavage which showed off her ample breasts to all and sundry. It was a dress I had forbidden her to wear for any and all public occasions, on the grounds that it made her look like a high class prostitute. But, she was wearing it today. And, what was worse was that underneath, if she was wearing anything at all, would be sexy lace red panties, black hold up stockings and matching red bra. Oh and 4 inch high heels, red of course. It was a devastating outfit and one which would make most men get a raging hard on. Why in God's name had she never made that kind of effort for me?

Pangs of jealousy raged through my veins, but, it was too late. It was Ken who she had dressed herself up for and it was Ken who would have the privilege of unzipping her out of that dress and fucking her on our marriage bed. Or would he? It wasn't a certainty not by any means. If he got the wife that had frustrated and messed around with me for all those years he might yet be in for a big disappointment. Had she just been teasing him? Maybe all she wanted was the slap and tickle she had enjoyed with him over the last few days and nothing more. It remained to be seen.

I looked at my watch again. It was 12.25 p.m. and Ken had been in the house for 15 minutes, so, they would be at it now, because, I couldn't imagine Ken wasting time with coffee and small talk. He would want to get his hands on that sexy arse of hers, rip off those pretty little red panties and get his fingers into the pussy that she had shaved just for him.

I tried to console myself with the thought that I would get to see it all, or most of it, anyway. But, knowing what was about to happen, I had a sudden urge to charge up to the house and turf him out. Why the hell should he have the beautiful female body that I had been denied so often? I felt the tears well up..... Why was life so fucking unfair? But, my anger soon died, because, I knew it would do me no good. I had been over this ground too many times before. The truth was that beautiful and desirable as she was; Miranda and I were sexually incompatible. And, although she seemed quite content and happy in our marriage, she just didn't want me....not in that way, anyway. Maybe, she just couldn't help it. It was sad state of affairs, but, there wasn't much I could do about it. And, why I was getting such a thrill from watching her with another man, I didn't know. It was one of the mysteries of life which I wasn't even close to understanding. All I knew was for that some perverse and weird reason, my cock was throbbing to attention, harder and more erect than ever.......