Hi, I'm Victoria, thirty-five year old woman married to Johnny who is ten years older than me, for the first thirty years of my life nothing out of the ordinary happened. I met Johnny when I was still at University, Johnny had been brought in to give us a lecture in accounting practices, we were all doing business studies, not as in working in business but in starting up new businesses, Johnny's lectures were meant to give us a grounding in why we needed good accounting practices in business.
Johnny and I went out a few times for drinks, on the third date we fell into bed drunk and that was the start of us going steady. Johnny wasn't like the other boys I had been with, well for a start off he was a man, he was so much older than any boy I had been with in the past, more adventurous, dirty even, some of my friends would call him a pervert.
We married when I was nineteen, Johnny had a good job and made extra from public speaking and his occasional lectures, I didn't need to work and we decided that we would stop using condoms right away, I would have children as soon as they came along, enjoy them while I was still young enough, no pressure, just as and when they came along. Johnny was so keen on sex that we fucked every day for the first year of our marriage, we didn't get anywhere though, then we slowed down a little, the second year we fucked three times a week, again, no children.
We brought a computer for our third anniversary present to each other, Johnny made the joke, "Third anniversary, isn't that Silicone?" I was starting to worry, two years of trying, five hundred unprotected shags and there was still no sign of a baby. I went to the doctors, Johnny wouldn't go, as soon as I asked him I realised that he would have a problem, his over active macho gland wouldn't allow him to even question that he might have a problem.
Well, six months of tests and I passed with flying colours, I don't know what happened to sex in that six months, if I remember correctly it was twelve times in that six months, Johnny was spending more and more time at work and when he was home he was stuck in front of the computer. I started to keep a diary, temperature and such, start and finish of my menstrual cycle, the kind of things that the doctor had told me were important.
I picked up a collection of boxers to replace Johnny's 'Y' front pants and convinced him to stop wearing tight jeans for a while, allow a cooling flow of air around his balls in the hope that it would stimulate sperm production. We started only having sex when my diary indicated maximum fertility, I even encouraged him not to masturbate, I wanted his 'best efforts' when we actually had sex, if there were any viable sperm in those family jewels I wanted them in me and not fighting against the surface of a Kleenex tissue.
We danced the fertility dance for eighteen months until Johnny finally snapped, he was totally fed-up with fucking to order, he just wanted us to get back to a normal life. I bought Johnny a webcam for his thirty-ninth birthday, I only got it because I didn't have a clue what to get him, what do you get the gadget-mad man who has everything.
Johnny started chatting online, using his webcam in chats late into the night, we still had sex but it was laboured, never spontaneous, it was always at my instigation, I hadn't mentioned my fertility diary but I still kept it up and usually managed to get a couple of shags in at the appropriate time and date.
I walked in on Johnny one night; I had gone to bed at around eleven o'clock, leaving him chatting online. At two o'clock in the morning I woke up and was still alone, I went down to remind Johnny that he had a meeting with the bank manager, I opened the door and there he was, cock in one hand, typing with the other, there was a couple on the screen, a man and a woman, they were fucking and Johnny was wanking as he watched them.
Johnny was shocked, mortified at getting caught, before he had time to close down the screen I noticed that Johnny had been telling the couple what to do, how to fuck, telling the guy where to put his cock, Johnny's webcam was also active and the couple were watching Johnny wank as he was watching them fuck.
I stormed off to bed, we didn't talk about it, well I guess I forced the issue slightly.
The beginning of the different kind of life!
Johnny was on a business trip, three days in Paris France for a convention on European Union business practices, aimed at British companies wanting to do business in France. The Euro Star hadn't reached Kent before I was on the computer checking the history file of the web browser. I found one called eye-candy, I logged in, I had to be a member to get in, when I clicked the enter button the user name and password were auto-filled by the computer. I made a note of Jonny's handle before pressing enter.
The website was a labyrinth of web-cam chat rooms, as soon as I realised that I put my hand over the webcam to stop my image being transmitted, I opened a room, the couple were sitting, in the nude, typing messages, I could see their comments and the comments of men who were chatting to them, men were telling them how good their show was and asking if the guy was going to fuck her in the arse today. I noticed a message to Johnny-Rotten, the handle that my husband was using, well the handle I was signed in on.
Sweet and sour - "Hey JR, we can't see your feed, you having problems with your cam?"
I looked at the screen, there was a large window showing the naked couple and a much smaller window that was the feed going out from my pc, as I moved about it was obvious that I had my hand over the web-cam's lens, suddenly the picture of the couple went blank, a message saying that Johnny-Rotten had been blocked flashed across the screen.
I checked the rules of the chat room, it was clearly stated that 'performers' were responsible for checking the web-cam feeds from people they allow to watch to ensure as far as reasonably practical that those watching were over eighteen years old. 'Rule of thumb, if in doubt, block them out and no cam feeds block automatically'
I logged out of eye-candy and set up a Hotmail account in the name of 'StickyVickey@hotmail.co.uk', then I returned to eye-candy, I set up a new account as 'StickyVickey', fake name and address details, it was fortunate that the site wasn't a pay site or I'd have been stuck. When I finally got in I just sat there, looking at my face looking back at me, I realised just in time and tipped the camera down slightly so that just my chin and upper body were on show. A large window opened and there was a close up of a bald man smiling at me.
BoldLover - "Hi Vickey"
StickyVickey - "Hi"
BoldLover - "Nice tits, how old are you, pity you have your rack covered up, I'd love to see them"
StickyVickey - "I'm very new to all this, 35 BTW"
BoldLover - "It's dead easy. Just start by lifting your t-shirt"
My hands were on the bottom hem of my t-shirt, why shouldn't I flash this guy, Johnny had wanked himself off on cam when I caught him, and you can bet that it wasn't his first time, I started to lift my top.
BoldLover - "you have any kids, I love a nice sloppy cunt after a woman's had a few kids"
My bra was just coming into view as I read the comment and I pressed the power off button instead of simply closing the computer down. I didn't know if I were angry, disappointed or what, I just stormed away from the computer and did some housework, very easy to lose one's self while scrubbing a stone kitchen floor.
At eight o'clock in the evening I found myself sitting at the keyboard, I opened up the pc, got a lot of shit from the computer god for illegal operation in shutting the pc down and as a punishment I had to sit through a HDD scan before the computer would burst into life. I opened eye-candy again, it was Johnny's login still, I over wrote it with my own and pressed enter, I was asked if I wanted to save the password and I was on my toes enough to select no.
I looked through the rooms on offer, refusing each request to join me, then I looked through the list of on-line users, I noticed that Johnny-Rotten was actually online, and then I received a request from him, I checked my image on the smaller window to make sure that there wasn't any sign on the screen that would give me away before I accepted the request.
Johnny-Rotten - "hi baby, where are you?"
Johnny was sitting in the nude, his cock hidden under his hand.
StickyVickey -"England is close enough"
Johnny-Rotten - "I take it your name is Victoria"
StickyVickey -"Yes"
Johnny-Rotten - "That's my wife's name too"
StickyVickey -"So, you're married then?"
Johnny-Rotten - "Yes"
StickyVickey -"Happily?"
Johnny-Rotten - "Very"
StickyVickey -"Why are you here then?"
Johnny-Rotten - "This is just fantasy really, just innocent chat"