Ken's Massage

That night I had to wait until Miranda went to bed before I could watch the tape. As she slept, I examined what she and Ken had got up to earlier in the day.

Part one of my entertainments was to see what was on the first tape that I had collected from its hiding place in the lounge. It was a short one, but, interesting nevertheless. The camera's eye took in the area at the front door as well as all of the lounge area. So I saw Ken come in and be greeted warmly by my wife. They kissed as soon as the front door was closed. It was a long passionate kiss and I remembered the colour of the lipstick she had worn when she had said goodbye to me around 12.00 a.m. Sadly, I struggled, unsuccessfully, to remember when she had last kissed me like that. It was a sobering moment. Ken, meanwhile, had a firm grip on her arse, but, when they came up for air she must have said something provocative to him, because, giggling with excitement, she ran into the lounge closely followed by a rampant Ken.

He caught her quickly and dragged her to an armless chair by the window. Sitting down, he dragged her across his knee, holding her down with his left arm and dragging her dress up to her waist with the other. For a 55 year old, he was quite strong and although she kicked her legs to get free he managed to drag the red panties down her thighs. She was wearing French style; hold up stockings, which came just a few inches past her knee. That meant there was a great deal of beautiful bare thigh on display, and, I gulped with jealousy as I saw it. I also noticed that the red dress and panties matched up nicely with the dark stockings to show those shapely cream thighs to perfection. Ooh la la! What a sight it presented. I had never witnessed anything so intensely erotic. It made compulsive viewing. Meanwhile, Ken started to slap hard on the inviting target she presented to him.

Smack ... Smack... Smack... Smack...he was just getting into his stride, but Miranda howled the house down. "Owwwwwwww..........."

As his smacks rained down on her mature, shapely arse, Ken was showing my beautiful wife that he was her master now and that her role would be to serve as his plaything and mistress.

"You beast," she screeched as she scissor kicked her feet in painful frustration. But her arse was sitting up and just begging to be slapped. Growling with lust, he gave her some more.....

Smack...Smack...Smack.......Smack......Oh, how my wife screeched and wailed. It was enough to make me stroke my cock at the incredibly erotic scene I was witnessing. It was so good; I didn't want it to end...........

"It takes a man to smack you does it?" Grunted Ken, firmly in control. "Well, what do you say now, am I a man, or a mouse?"

"A man, yes, you're a REAL man" she cried desperately.

"So, who does this sexy arse belong to now?" He asked her, "me or your husband?"

"It belongs to you, Ken.....I promise you. My arse definitely belongs to you."

"And, while we're talking about what belongs to me, what about this delicious cunt of yours, Miranda?" He crudely demanded, shoving his hand underneath and cupping her vagina. "Does this also belong to me now....for my personal use and pleasure?"

"Yes, yes," she assured him, "it belongs to you, only you."

"So no more sex with Jeff," then, he insisted. (Bastard)

"Not if you don't want me to," she demurred.

"Good girl," he growled.

I shook my head grimly. How could a married woman make a promise like that to another man? It was sick. At the same time I was envious at how he had imposed his will and demonstrated his mastery. And, I was even more envious of how he had forced her to acknowledge his absolute control. Why hadn't I done that...years ago?

Obviously happy with Miranda's timid and submissive response, Ken let go his grip. It appeared that from now on he would be able to fuck her beautiful, curvaceous body....whenever and however he pleased........

"I could have done without that" she cried ruefully, rubbing her bottom to ease the pain. But, her excitement still raged, if anything, the smacking had aroused her still further. I had never seen her so sexually desirable.

Then, regaining her sparkle, she turned her back to him, looked over her shoulder and stuck her tongue out in defiance. At the same time, she pulled her dress back up again and wiggled her bottom in his direction.

"You little tease" growled Ken. "I'm going to fuck you til you don't know what day it is."

"You'll have to catch me first," she giggled, as she ran upstairs......and inevitably Ken followed, his erection showing with the large bulge in his trousers. It was all happening now.

I switched tapes as I helped myself to a glass of whiskey. I felt I needed a drink after what I had just witnessed and I knew I needed to be fortified with what obviously lay ahead. I knew that the next tape would probably be more shocking and revealing than anything I had witnessed so far. All Miranda's inhibitions and resistance seemed to have vanished and it was obvious to me now that she was prepared to give herself to him completely. She was taking to these sexual games like a born again teenager.

Impatiently, I changed over to the bedroom tape.

On it I saw Miranda run into the bedroom, giggling, with Ken not far behind. He was impatient to get her out of her sexy red dress and so lost no time in unzipping her at the back and for the second time revealing her amazing sexy underwear.

"God, you look gorgeous," growled Ken and watching it now I had to agree with him. She looked even better when he got her bra off and pulled the red panties down her long legs.

At that point, I wondered whether I should really continue to watch it. You could almost have put a warning at the beginning of the tape.

"This film contains scenes of an intensely sexual nature, involving a man's wife being well and truly fucked. The husband is strongly advised NOT to watch."

But, glancing down, I saw my cock was rock hard. It was such a perverse feeling, but, I needed to see everything.

When I looked back, they were by the window kissing, open mouthed kissing, with lots of tongue. It was sloppy and disgusting.......... to me at any rate. Luckily, the blinds were slanted shut to ward off nosy neighbours. Apart from the black stockings and high heels, she was naked and his hands constantly roamed and caressed her bum and thighs. I watched, spellbound, as they got more and more excited with each other. There were brief pauses in between kisses while, impatiently, he tore off various items of his clothing. Then, when he was practically naked, I caught sight of his cock. It big and rock hard and she couldn't wait to get hold of it.

Then, she shook me to the core by sinking to her knees and gobbling it into her mouth. "Jesus" I cried out as I witnessed my wife sucking another man's cock, something that she had never, I repeat never, done for me, despite my repeated requests and urgings.........I couldn't believe it..... It was so unfair. But, all I could do was watch. I was utterly spellbound, as she tackled this seemingly unfamiliar role with a level of enthusiasm and expertise that had me shaking my head in wonder. Who was this woman? How had she learnt how to do this? Not with me that was for sure...........

Shortly after, Ken changed things around by getting her to her feet and laying her down on the bed. Then after a whispered instruction from him she started to peel off her stockings, slowly and seductively, one at a time. While she did this with a knowing little smirk on her face, Ken sat back and watched the captivating leg show with obvious enjoyment and lust.

Only after her legs were totally bare did he start to feel and kiss them. Miranda, meanwhile, stretched back and lay on the bed, sighing happily. In my misery, I had to concede that my wife's legs had never looked better and I was green with envy as his mouth and tongue ran repeatedly up and down the smooth skin of her bare thighs. In my jealousy and frustration, all I could do was curse and furiously work my cock.

After he had tired of this, he lay down beside her and more kissing ensued; slow wet kisses, while his hand went to her vagina and confidently started to toy with her clitoris. I had to admire the man's technique. He certainly knew what to do and where to work his fingers. I had been married for years but was just an amateur when compared to him. He was showing me up at every turn. Soon, he had her moaning softly as she writhed and responded to his expert handling. His fingers started to delve deep into her sex channel and after a while came out........glistening wet with her love juices. It was obvious to me from this and her body language that she was getting more and more aroused. I knew then that I was just seconds away from becoming a cuckold...........All he had to do now was fuck her.

Then, with her almost begging for it, he spread her legs wide and eased his rampant cock into her wet pussy. I heard her gasp audibly as he proceeded to ram it in all the way .......all the way to the hilt.

"Oh Ken," she cried out, passionately, as his rock hard cock penetrated deep inside her married vagina......all the way to its feminine core.

It was an earth shattering moment for me, because, Ken's manhood had just invaded what had been promised to me, and only me, on our wedding day all those years ago. But, obviously, Ken didn't give a shit about that, because, almost instantaneously he was hammering into her pussy with piston like efficiency......over and over and over again........in and out, in and out, in and out.........He was fucking my wife.....with a kind of energy and drive that belied his 55 years. I don't suppose he ever imagined he would be having sex with his best friend's wife, but, now that he was, he was taking full advantage.

"Oh, Oh, Oh.......Ken," she gasped as she felt the full effect of his rampaging cock. Penetration was obviously not a problem for him as it often had been for me. Then another thought hit me......he wasn't even wearing a condom! The cheeky beggar was fucking my wife with no protection! I shook my head in disbelief.

Meanwhile, he continued to fuck her hard, with no respite. He was a competent and confident cocksman and it was obvious to me that she loved every second of it. She wrapped her legs around his body pulling him in....urging him on.....wanting it. I watched her flushed face and bright eyes as he she moaned in ecstasy underneath him. It was a strange feeling for me, seeing my wife have sex with her lover, in our bedroom, on the bed I shared with her every night. But, what really got to me and tore me apart was the sickening squelching sound of their fucking. I could hear it every time his hard cock rammed into her wet vagina. The sex was so intense and purposeful and they couldn't get enough of it.

And these lovers were oblivious to me and my feelings. Ken just carried on fucking her......his big cock working her vagina hard.....plunging in deeper and deeper as he ground on towards a climax. Give the man his due, he was certainly giving her a damn good seeing to. She could have no complaints in that department. As I watched his performance I could almost feel the jealousy welling up inside me. It should be you doing that a little voice inside me said. It should be you.

Miranda interrupted my thoughts as she frantically gripped her lover and shrieked. She shivered, jerked and groaned, the signs were unmistakable...she was racked by orgasm. At the same time, Ken grunted and shuddered to a stop, his spunk spurting uncontrollably deep inside my wife's vagina. "Bastard," I swore. He hadn't even had the decency to pull out in time..........not that my wife seemed to care. She was deliriously happy. I watched her enjoy the erotic sensations that washed through her body.....followed by the glow of after-sex.

I couldn't help but contemplate that joint climaxes like that in our patchy sex life had been such a rare occurrence as to be almost non- existent, so, I could hardly believe that Ken had just fucked my wife to orgasm the first time of asking. My mouth dropped open in surprise, I hadn't expected that....no, not at all.

"Oh, Ken," she gushed "that was so wonderful. I've never had a cock so deep in my pussy before."

"I'm glad you liked it" he told her, "because I'm going to be fucking you every chance I get from now on."

Then she giggled sexily as he kissed her slowly and tenderly.

As Miranda nipped into the shower to clean herself up, Ken lay on the bed with a self-satisfied grin on his face. No wonder he was pleased with himself, he had just shagged my lovely wife, a woman he had lusted after for the past few years, ever since we had made friends with them on a coach trip to Italy. Oh yes, I'd seen him looking.......seen the unmistakeable lust in his eyes. Now he had had her.

Then, when she eventually came back into the room, there were yet more kisses and squeezing of tits before he started fucking her again. This time, after a lot of fingered persuasion, they did it "doggie style" with him standing up, while she knelt on the bed in front of him, her face on the bedspread and her arse pushed up invitingly at a fuckable height. Ken took his time to get her position just right. Then he spread her thighs and stroked his big cock into full erection as he positioned it at the entrance to her glistening love-hole. I blinked as I saw this........where the hell did this guy get the energy from to do this? I was envious to say the least. No way could I get it up so quickly again after having sex. But he was rock hard again. He was putting me to shame. And my wife was in seventh heaven, there was no doubt about that, I could tell from her urgent little gasps that he was in deep and getting to where it really mattered.

"Go, Ken, Go" I urged him........."fuck the bitch.......fuck her good....."

But Ken needed no encouragement from me or anyone else because he was already slamming into her. He was a man in lust and all he could think about was shagging the arse off my beautiful wife. Oh man what a rhythm he built up........ she was well and truly getting it.......His hands just gripped her hips as he thrust all the way in......and out....and in......and out.....on and on and on. The man certainly knew how to fuck a woman, I'd give him that. He grunted with pleasure every time he rammed into her, giving her the full benefit of his rock hard cock.

"Oh, Oh, Oh".......gasped my wife as she felt the full impact of his hard ravaging cock deep inside her pussy. "Oh Ken.....Ken......"

I took out my handkerchief and mopped my brow as the fucking just went on and on........the intensity of it was just amazing. I looked at my watch, they had been at it for so long now that something just had to give.....and, eventually, it did.....in the form of Miranda's shriek of surrender.....as another delicious orgasm shuddered through her body. Meanwhile, Ken rammed his cock into her one more time and collapsed with a grunt of fulfilment, knowing that, once again, he had well and truly nailed her.

Then there were more sloppy kisses as they both came down from their sexual high. I couldn't take any more, so I speeded up the tape to get to near the end. It was their plans I was interested in now. When were they going to see each other again?

I found that out as they were getting their clothes back on. They settled on a drive in the country on Wednesday night. It was the best they could both manage. The trouble for me as that I had no means of witnessing that particular meeting. Following them in my car was not a practical proposition and there was no way I could use my video camera. It was very frustrating but I just had to accept the fact that I was excluded from that particular assignation. I could only imagine how hot that meeting was going to be.

We went out to a restaurant on the following Saturday night, a rather posh one called the Shelton Arms. When I say "we" I mean Ken, Suzy, Miranda and myself. It had all been arranged weeks ago for Suzy's 50^th birthday and before Miranda's fall in the street. My wife wore a figure hugging short black dress which fit her so well that every female curve she had was accentuated. She looked so attractive with her red lipstick and curly auburn hair at shoulder length. I swear that when she walked through to our table every man in the place was ogling her swaying arse and long legs. As she sat down I was also aware of stares taking in her provocative cleavage and the leg show as her dress rode up her thighs.

Suzy, did most of the talking during the meal, so much so, that it was hardly noticed when my wife left the table to go to the ladies. As Suzy held my attention, on some topic or other, Ken gave it a bare minute before following her. Again, nothing out of the ordinary, to anyone who wasn't aware of what was happening between them, but, I was instantly alerted. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw him catch up with her just inside the doorway and place a proprietary hand on her backside. The lovers were going to have a few minutes to themselves..........

As they disappeared, I wondered where they were going, maybe to talk or to find a quiet corner for quick kiss and feel. How long would they be?

Suzy talked on and I did my best to listen. Then, after 10 minutes, Miranda came back, looking a little flushed and guilty. Not long after, Ken turned up, mumbling his apologies and saying he had bumped into someone he knew. A likely story.

As we drove home, Miranda sat back in the passenger seat and splayed out her long stockinged legs as she looked thoughtfully out of the window. Was she thinking of HIM, I wondered?

Surreptitiously, I reached out my left hand and let it rest on her shapely thigh. But, all she did was cross her legs and pull her dress down. It was like a slap in the face. And the message was clear......hands off....it's not for you......not now.

I suppose that I have had to come to terms with the fact that my best friend is now my wife's lover and that he can fuck her and do whatever he wants with her anytime he damn well pleases. And, as for me, her husband of 17 years, I am completely side-lined and there's not a damn thing I can do about it.

I am a cuckold and I brought it on myself. I suppose I will just have to put up with the situation I have helped to create.

Weeks later nothing much changed.......

Now as I watch my wife walk down the street, I am filled with a mixture of envy and jealousy, knowing that she was now sexually involved with another man. Her long shapely legs have never looked better and she was showing them off in her short skirt as her hips sway sexily from side to side. She looked all hair and legs as I watched her walk away from me. I know she is on her way to meet HIM, because, she has spent all morning on her makeup and appearance, and, for a mature woman of 39, she looks amazing.

Ken has been fucking her regularly for weeks now and their affair shows no sign of abating.

I have only myself to blame for bringing them together. I now have to accept the fact that our marriage has run its course and we should go our separate ways. Something I should have done years ago.