Sitting on the twin bed in my bedroom at the fire station, I looked at the screen on my laptop with dismay. The video file I was playing had been recorded just a few hours earlier, in the middle of the afternoon. We had made a few small responses in our territory that kept me from seeing the videos before now. I was watching the camera installed in John and Joan's bedroom. It was jaw dropping to say the least.
I watched as Katy and Joan came into the bedroom together, just after lunchtime, In no time, they were both naked, on the bed, with their legs and arms intertwined, kissing sensuously. I have to admit that under other circumstances it would be hot as hell to watch. Now it was only sort of sad. I had a good view as Joan opened the drawer on the nightstand and pulled out the dildo and harness. She stood on her knees as she strapped the monstrosity around her waist as Katy retrieved the tube of lube and handed it to Joan, who slathered the clear gel over the fake cock. I watched in amazement as Katy lay back on the bed, smiling as she rubbed her nipples, and spread her legs wide and pulled her knees back.
I watched Joan move between Katy's legs and inserted the realistic silicone cock into my wife's waiting pussy. It went in easily, which gave me the impression it had been there many times before. For the next 30 minutes, they humped each other like bunny rabbits. They changed position and Katy took her turn wearing the dildo harness and giving back to Joan. I shut the laptop in another state of shock and headed to the kitchen for coffee. I had to think. In a state of numbness, I now had no doubt that my marriage was spiraling toward a total meltdown. There was no denying that video.
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I decided to lay back and see what else I could figure out about this situation. There were plenty of possibilities. Right now, other than still being in a state of disbelief about what I had found, I really didn't notice too much difference in Katy and my life. She appeared to still be the loving and caring wife and our sex life was, actually, better since John's accident than it had been for months. Other than the constant state of confusion I seemed to have, life was good.
Life went on for about another month. John was recuperating rapidly. Once the drugs were out of his system and the Doc's pulled the tubes out of his mouth, he seemed to be in good spirits and the Docs were amazed at his progress. I was spending more and more time at the hospital since he had been moved from the ICU to a regular room. We watched a lot of TV and spent time playing checkers and Gin Rummy. By the end of the month, I think I owed him about twelve dollars. He was a wicked gin rummy opponent.
By the fifth week, the orthopedist decided that the full-length cast on John's broken leg could be replaced by a knee to ankle cast. That allowed John a little more mobility. The nurses came in and wrapped the cast carefully in layers of plastic with lots of surgical tape and allowed him to shower. Most of his burns turned out to be mostly second degree, with some localized third-degree burns on his hands and the tops of his feet. All in all, John had gotten out very lucky.
I continued to monitor the activity between Katy and Joan. They were regular as clockwork. When I was at the fire station, they spent most of that 24 hours together. On my days off, they would steal a few hours when they could. With John still in the hospital, I guess it was easier since Joan had the house to herself. I was still trying to decide how to handle this situation.
Things changed when the Doc announced that he was going to release John from the hospital. There was a flurry of activity getting his house ready for him to come home. He would be on a walking cast for several more weeks. Everyone was excited and happy to see him making such a rapid recovery. The one downside was the concern by the Doc about the damage done to the nerves in John's leg by the nasty break. They weren't sure he would have complete use of that leg and foot. His hands were also a concern. They had been badly burned, and he had lost the first knuckle on 7 of his 10 fingers. He would require a long period of physical therapy. There were some rumors that the fire department doctors were going to recommend that he be retired with full benefits because of his injuries.
Once John was back home, the schedules changed radically. For the first few weeks, Joan and Katy's extracurricular activities became much more restricted. They didn't stop, but the location moved to our house and only occurred when I was on duty at the fire station. Everything else seemed to be normal. Life for me was as good as it had ever been. I have to admit that being able to watch Joan and Katy perform in our bedroom had both upsides and downsides. I was still unsure about how to approach this situation. At first, I was unwilling, yet, to let John know about this situation. He was working hard at physical therapy and was concerned about the prospects of an early retirement. I didn't want to distract him from his recovery.
Then another bombshell hit. It had become my routine to check the laptop and the video feeds just before lights out in the fire station. I was doing that when I saw a rather large file that was recorded just that afternoon. The file was time stamped about 4 pm. I clicked on the file and sat back to watch. That video was a game changer.
I watched as Joan and Katy came into the room. I could see from the feed that this was Joan and John's bedroom. That was confirmed by the furnishing. Both of them came in, but the mood seemed slightly off. I cursed myself for buying the cheaper cameras that didn't include an audio feed. I could see everything but couldn't hear anything.
This was rather normal, except that I knew John was there. Then I saw John enter the room, looking dejected and down. He set his crutches into the corner and took a seat in a chair. The chair in the room was new. I hadn't seen it before. Then I realized that John was naked from the waist down. He was wearing a fire department T-shirt and nothing else. I was having a very bad feeling about this. Was John cuckolding me as well? I was feeling a little sick.
Joan and Katy came back into view. They were both now fully naked as well. My heart sank, and the nausea was getting worse. Katy climbed on the bed and sat tailor fashion, still facing John in the chair. She seemed perfectly comfortable. I watched Joan speak to John and saw him nod with a rather dark look on his face. Joan turned to the bedside table and brought out something shiny. I couldn't quite make out what it was. Damn my cheap habits. I should have gotten the higher resolution cameras.
I saw Joan drop to one knee in front of John, thinking she was going to give him a blowjob. Instead, she began to manipulate his cock. I saw her doing something with the metal object that had come out of the drawer. When she stood and stepped back, I could see that she had put a cock cage on John's impressive cock. He had sat there passively as she caged his cock, with my wife watching. I was stupefied to say the least.
I heard the lights-out call, but I ignored it. With my office door and bedroom door shut, no one else could tell whether I was asleep or not. I moved to the small desk in my bedroom and sat in the old office chair, mesmerized by what I was seeing. John sat there, his shoulders slumped dejectedly with his cock trapped in the cage. He was watching the bed, where Joan and Katy were quite intent on each other.
For the next 45 minutes, I watched Katy and Joan perform their entire repertoire of sexual tricks while John sat there without moving, watching them. I saw him grimace several times. I was sure that his cock, trapped by the steel cage, was trying to become erect. That must have been painful because, even though the images were shocking and in some ways disgusting, even I was being affected by the images.
I watched as both Katy and Joan orgasmed several times. The large dildo came into play at some point and they both orgasmed again. All of this was done in plain sight of John sitting in the chair. Since I had no audio feed, I had no idea what was said. I was appalled, distraught, and maybe even a little turned on. The video ended when Joan removed the cage. John didn't receive any further attention but remained seated in the chair, slumped down, with his eyes down cast.
Katy and Joan left the room. It looked to me like they were laughing as they left. Both had spent long enough to pull on their clothes before they left. John found a pair of gym shorts and I watched him pull them on. He picked up the cock cage that Joan had tossed on the bed and put it back in the drawer. He smoothed out the coverings on the bed and then left. I was appalled. Big, strong, manly John seemed to be nothing more than a willing cuck with a submissive nature. This was probably the most shocking thing I had seen. I didn't get much sleep that night. Fortunately, the station didn't get toned out, and I left at my usual time, just after 6 AM.
I found Katy at home already making breakfast. I could detect nothing amiss with her. She was bright, smiling and bubbly. She was also gorgeous in her flannel pajamas and fuzzy house slippers. I was still reeling from watching the videos. Katy noticed my mood and looked at me with some concern on her face.
"Kevin. Are you ok? Did something happen while you were on duty?
"Not really. I may have just been having some flashbacks to the night John went through that roof."
She sat a plate of eggs and hash browns in front of me and refilled my coffee mug. I ate slowly as I continued to think about what I had seen.
"What is on your schedule today?
"Joan has to take John to physical therapy first thing this morning. I have some things to do here. You know, laundry and that sort of thing. What are you going to do?"
"I need to do some things here as well. I thought I would do the lawn and then go to John's and do theirs as well. I hope I can spend some time with John if he feels like it after physical therapy."
"That's a great idea. I know he will be happy to spend time with you. I think he misses being with you and all the other guys at the fire station."
I nodded, finished my breakfast and headed upstairs to change into my work clothes. It took me a couple of hours to do what I wanted to do around our house. I piddled around for a couple of more hours and had a light lunch. I called to see if John was back from physical therapy, and he sounded elated when he heard I wanted to come over.
At John's house, I spoke to him for a while. He was effusive even though he was a little sore and tired after physical therapy. I was soon riding around his lawn on this lawnmower while he sat on the deck and watched. When I was done and had the equipment put away, I came back to find him still on the deck. Two cold beers sat on the table.
"Are you supposed to drink those?"
"Of course. It's medically approved. I asked the doc, and he said there shouldn't be a problem with a little moderation. He didn't want me getting shit-faced and falling again."
I chuckled. We talked about the station and finally got around to the incident the night he was injured.
"All I remember is that I felt the roof give way and I wanted to make sure you didn't go in with me. I shoved you toward the parapet wall. Then everything disappeared, and I don't remember much after that until I woke up in the hospital."
"It was a nightmare. I saw your face as you disappeared into that black hole. I thought I had lost you for good."
We sat in silence for a few minutes when I ventured a question.
"How are things with you and Joan?"
"Great as far as I can tell. She has been like gold taking care of me."
I sat looking out across his backyard. I think he sensed something.
"Is something wrong?"
"I don't know. I hope not."
"Tell me. We have never kept anything from each other."
I took a deep breath.
"Maybe I should just show you something, and you explain it to me."
He nodded and I headed out to the Bronco. Joan and Katy had gone shopping again, so I felt safe showing John what I had found. I didn't want to embarrass him. I brought the laptop back to the deck and set it down where we both could watch, pulling up one of the videos of Joan and Katy in their bedroom while John was still in the hospital. Carefully, I watched him as he watched the video.
To my surprise, he had very little reaction to the video. His reaction didn't surprise me much, as I had already surmised that he was well aware of what was going on. I now knew that he seemed to be a willing participant. When the video finished, I waited to see what he would say. I saw the same dejected look I had seen in the video.
"I knew you would find out eventually."
"Are you fucking Katy?"
"OH hell NO!"
His reaction was clear and adamant.
"I have never had sex or anything remotely resembling sex with Katy. God John. I am embarrassed enough about this situation. I hope to hell you understand. I love you and Katy, and I wouldn't do anything to hurt you or her."
"Then perhaps you can clear some other things up."
He nodded, and I saw a couple of tears in the corner of his eyes. I started the video of Joan and Katy with him in the chair watching them. I didn't need to watch the video. I was more interested in his reactions.
