Carols Online Secret

Carol's Online Secret

I am blessed in that Carol and I had always been sexually active. Even now, in our fifties, we have sex almost daily, sometimes twice in one day. It isn't just routine, it is still full of passion, heat, and playful teasing.

When we first met, we didn't need any outside stimulus. Carol was not interested with sex gadgets. Seems my cock and tongue we more than enough. But over time, we began expanding new horizons. We embraced the idea of bringing new experiences into our bedroom. We began experimenting with sex toys. Dildos. Vibrators. Kinky outfits. Restraints.

What began as innocent curiosity, just a few sensual experiments to stoke the slow-burning fire between our sheets, quickly deepened. Some ideas took hold, others fizzled out, but it was all in fun."

But recently, something had begun to shift in Carol's behavior.

Carol began spending more time on her phone, subtly at first. A few minutes longer in the morning, her screen lighting up late at night while I thought she was scrolling on social media or reading.

But soon, I noticed the patterns. Her expressions grew more focused, smiling occasionally, her eyes intently focusing on something she didn't feel comfortable sharing just yet.

I'd catch her slipping away to the guest room or lounging on the patio with earbuds in, her screen angled just out of sight. When I asked, "Anything interesting baby?", she'd just smile and say, "Just reading an interesting story I found."

Then one evening, curled beside me on the couch, I glanced over to her and caught the unmistakable flicker of movement on her screen, it almost seemed sensual, real, raw.

I dismissed it thinking I was probably seeing things. It was more than likely a cute video.

The only porn Carol ever watched to my knowledge was when did it as a couple. Aside from a tongue-in-cheek porn film called "Bodies in Heat", she watched decades back with her old boyfriend Chris.

I dismissed my suspicions as silly... until one day she left her phone open on the coffee table, while she ran a quick errand.

I happened to be looking, when I saw a text message flashing across her cell phone display, from a user named SilentStroker. "

"Hey CarolRocks. Hope you're online tonight. I'm planning to be online latter on myself, and I am dying to see that beautiful ass of yours again. I'll have plenty of tokens to keep you busy." ~Mike

My was racing. Online? Tokens? Who the hell was Mike? I was in disbelief. My faithful wife? No way. I shouldn't have looked any further without confronting Carol, but my curiosity got the best of me.

I picked up her phone, opened her browser, and looked at the history.

The evidence was clear, dozens of entries for a popular sex chat site.

I was completely stunned.

My wife, sexually adventurous wife had been participating in some kind of sexual chat with complete strangers.

And not just a one-time occurrence, it appeared as though this was something she'd been engaging in recently and regularly.

I opened up my iPad, search for the website in question. Lo and behold my worst suspicion was correct. It was a sex chat site where users could view one another in all manners of sexual acts, live video and chat.

I sat dumbfounded for a while staring at all the main menu showing preview of naked men, women and couples chatrooms, most were completely naked, stating what they offered.

After the shock wore off, I decided to create a login for myself. I had to understand exactly what my wife was up to.

I searched the chatrooms for her username: CarolRocks. Her menu popped up. There was her chatroom picture plain as day, posing naked. Her profile read, "Sexy Blonde Milf, likes to tease, act naughty. Take control of me in public or private for more intimate and explicit encounters." ~CarolRocks

Her status indicated she was currently offline.

I also noticed several saved short clips. I clicked on one. I gasped as it played on my iPad..

There was my wife on our bed, naked, smiling into the webcam, legs spread wide, fucking her pussy with her small pink vibrator. I could hear her moaning for her viewers. I watched her eyes flutter closed as fans tossed her tokens.

She looked as though she was about to cum.

As shocking as it was to see, I watched three more videos before I could stop myself. I didn't even realize the effect on my cock. I had a raging hard-on. I was jealous, furious, aroused, all at the same time. I sat in silence trying to take it all in.

When Carol returned home, I challenged her about what I discovered on her cell.

At first, she tried to act surprised. "A Baby, it must be a mistake. Maybe someone hacked my phone."

But when I revealed her username, pulled up the videos I'd seen on my iPad, she knew she was busted.

She nervously sat down beside me and took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry you discovered this by mistake. I wanted to stop but I became addicted to showing my body off. "At first... it was just curiosity. I saw other women doing it. They looked so confident. So desired. And when I tried it..."

Carol looked me in the eyes. "I felt something come alive in me. Powerful. Sexy."

I was godsmacked. I just listened.

Carol continued, "The attention from the fans turned me on. The tokens brought in a little extra income, but for me it was having so many men and some women desire me. Me. At fifty-five. They worshipped me."

I was angry. Turned-on, Confused.

I understood one thing: Carol was not apologizing for her secret online activities. She wasn't ashamed. She was aroused.

"I wanted to be honest and share with you," she said. "But I was not sure you'd understand or want to be part of it."

Then she leaned in, close enough that I could smell her scent.

"Baby, we could enjoy this experience together. You could join with me."

I looked Carol in the eyes. "Okay, this is a lot to think about. Give me tonight to think about all of this. It's quite an unexpected surprise."

The next night Carol came to me again. She said she wanted to do a couple's show. She made a convincing argument that we'd make some extra cash and all we had to do is put on a good show.

She had heard that men and women paid big time just to see a real couple have sex online., especially older ones, who are good looking.

I looked at Carol and after a few moments of silence, I reluctantly said yes. I was torn but I could see how excited she was. I did not want her to hide this from me. I wanted us to be honest about this.

Carol planned for the weekend. She and I would perform as a couple.

When Saturday night arrived, she set everything up in our bedroom while I watched. The lights. The webcam. The soft music.

I was nervous. We kissed. Carol asked me to undress.

My hands trembled when I stripped. I was so nervous. I never participated in online sex.

She smiled at me and guided me to the bed and whispered, "Baby, I got you. We will take it slow. Follow my lead darling."

And then we were live.

The messages began exploding on the screen as soon as the feed went up.

"I need that mouth on my cock."

"Spread those sexy legs."

"Let's see you my cock."

"Spread that pussy."

And Carol ate it up.

A patron paid 500 tokens, a request, I want to see your boyfriend eat that pussy baby.

Carol nooded.

She stretched out on the bed beside me, legs wide, pussy exposed and pulled me between down her legs. Whispered, "Eat me like there's no one's watching baby. Use that skilled tongue of yours on my clit, nice and slow.."

I began licking her beautiful pussy. And when I looked up and saw her staring into the camera, mouth open, fingers in her hair, I realized something, She was playing to them, not to me.

The longer we were live, the more turned-on Carol became. It's like my wife was a natural.

Her eyes sparkled. Her voice shifted, deeper, sultrier. She wasn't just my wife anymore. She was a sex performer.

A sexy goddess. And I was her lucky subject, on my knees between her thighs, licking her wet pussy with a hunger I didn't know I had.

The tokens kept rolling in.

"Hey baby, sit on his face, rind that sweet pussy on his mouth!"

"Tie him up make him watch you masturbate!"

"Make him stroke his cock for us, cum in your mouth!"

"Spank his ass hard, stripe that cute ass."

She looked down at me, ran her fingers through my hair, then tilted my face up to hers. "You hear that, baby? They want to see how you obey me, worship my body."

I swallowed hard.

Finally, a user backed up his request with 1000 tokens. "I want to see your boyfreind stroke his big hard cock for us, cum in your mouth!"

"Roll over and sit on the edge of our bed lover," Carol commanded.

"Stroke your cock for them. Just two fingers. You're not to cum just yet. I'll let you know when it's allowed."

Once again, the chat lit up with texts.

"Bring that cock closer to the camera."

"Look how hard his cock."

"Make him beg to cum, Carol."

She sat behind me, her hands on my nipples and began to pinch them as I was stroking my cock. I was getting so close to exploding. I saw her straddling me from behind, bare feet pointed to the camera. Gawd how the sight of her feet turned me on and feeling her hands on my breasts."

She made me stroke cock in short, controlled bursts. When I got too close to shooting my wad, she would push my hand away.

I couldn't last much longer, I begged her, "Baby I can't stop I am too close to emptying my balls" I was shaking from head to toe.

"Okay, its time baby." Carol had me stand up and face her. She positioned her mouth just under my cock and opened her lips wide. "I want you to cum, in my mouth, now."

I exploded into her mouth filling it with my cum."

When I finished, I was exhausted from the release.

The rest of the show was a blur.

When the stream ended, we hugged and she whispered, "You were amazing tonight."

I lay there, exhausted, completely spent but so satisfied.

"Did you like it?" she asked.

I nodded.

"Good," she said. "I did too and I want to repeat this with you again soon."

After a few days passed, Carol received a new text message from a Chatterbate Fan offering Carol 15,000 tokens for a 20 minute private session."

I blinked. "With us?"

She looked at me, with a sexy grin.

"Not exactly. With me. You'll just be there too... to help and watch."

I was not completely onboard with the idea but as long as I was included somehow. I agreed to it.

The next night, Carol dimmed the lights and set the camera at a different angle, lower, more intimate. "This isn't just a regular stream," she said as she adjusted a second ring light.

"This is a private show. One-on-one. High roller."

I understood, my heart pounding.

Carol had me shower, shave, and wear a black leather collar she'd ordered weeks ago "just for fun." Tonight, it was part of my uniform, she said.

"You're not the main act tonight remember baby," she said, running her fingers down my chest. "You're my assistant and willing slave.

You don't speak. You don't touch me unless I say so. And you certainly don't cum without my permission."

The screen lit up.

A private video chat started. The username was simply BigNick.

The screen showed a man's face, older, distinguished, lounging back in a leather chair with a drink in one hand. His camera stayed on the entire time. Watching. Evaluating.

"Hello, Carol," he said, his voice deep. Smooth. "You look even sexier in private. I am so looking forward to watching you perform for me in private while I stroke this hard cock of mine."

Carol smiled, completely at ease. "Thank you. I brought my submissive assitant, as promised."

She gestured to me. I knelt beside her, nude and silent.

BigNick smirked.

"Very obedient," he said. "I like that in an assitant."

Carol leaned in, kissed my cheek, and said, "Let's show him how well you serve me."

She guided me down between her legs and pulled her thighs wide open, spread her pussy lips open, facing the camera directly.

"Start licking my pussy with your tongue," she whispered, not to me but to BigNick. "He's good with his mouth. watch?"

BigNick nodded slowly. " I only wish it was my tounge u in that sexy pussy of yours Carol"

I licked her pussy, soft, slow circles at first. Her body relaxed into my face, legs rising to rest on my shoulders as she moaned. But her eyes never left the screen.

"He's watching you," she said, voice thick. "Make my wet pussy cum for him."

"Grip her thighs," BigNick said through the chat. "Spread her pussy lips wider. Show me everything."

Carol laughed, clearly enjoying the command. "Do it," she said to me.

I obeyed. I opened her labia wider than before, licked her clit harder, deeper, slowly draggin my tongue across. Her wet pussy fluid coated my lips and chin, dripping down my neck.

Carol's moans grew sharper.

"That's it baby," BigNick murmured. "Now tell him to stop licking your pussy. I want to see him stroke his cock while you finger yourself."

Carol pushed my head away gently, her breath shallow. "You heard him. Get on your knees and stroke. Slowly. And keep your eyes on me while I finger my wet pussy."

She spread her legs again, this time inserting two fingers into her wet cunt while staring at both me and the screen.

My cock throbbed in my hand, aching, swollen, dripping.

Carol moaned louder, not for me, but for the paying customer watching. I was just part of the set.

Every few minutes, BigNick gave a new instruction.

"Have him kiss your feet while you touch your pussy."

"Have him spread your ass cheeks open while you ride a dildo?"

Carol followed them all but on her terms. She kept me on edge, used me like a prop, like a tool to heighten her pleasure and entertain Big nick."

At one point, she sat on my chest facing the camera, breasts bouncing slightly, legs wide. She played with her dripping pussy, while I lay beneath her, hard and trembling.

"You can't cum," Carol commanded. "Not unless he says so."

BigNick stared at the screen.

"He doesn't get to come yet. But you do, Carol. Make him watch."

Carol ground against my stomach as she fingered herself furiously. She gasped, moaned, then shuddered in climax, her body stiffening on top of mine.

When she finally sat back, panting, she ran her bare foot over my cock and whispered, "Still hard? Poor baby."

BigNick poured another drink, smiling. "That was exquisite," he said. "Thank you."

Carol leaned toward the camera and blew him a kiss. "Pleasure's mine."

She clicked the session closed and turned to me with a glint in her eye.

"Now," she said, straddling my hips, "you've been such a good boy."

She didn't ask if I wanted to cum.

She took it from me.

And when I came, hands behind my back, mouth on her breasts, she whispered in my ear, "I loved seeing you like this, under my control."

That night Carol lay on the bed, one leg draped over the sheets, her skin glowing with sweat and candlelight. Her breathing had slowed. Her eyes were half-closed, but I knew she was still very awake.

Neither of us spoke at first.

She reached for my hand, just lightly, fingers grazing mine.

"Come here," she said.

She pulled me onto the bed, curled into me, resting her head on my chest like she used to on quiet Sunday mornings. Her body was still warm, her heartbeat still high. But something in her had softened. The fire was still there but its edges had changed.

I held her. We didn't speak. There were no questions, no explanations, no blame. Just skin. Breath. The kind of silence that means something.

She looked up at me after a while. Her eyes weren't wild anymore. They were clear. Tender. And a little red.

"I thought this would be everything," she said softly. "The freedom. The power. The thrill. And for a while it was... it was all of that."

I listened, waiting, my heart caught in a fragile balance between pride and fear.

"But lying here," she went on, pressing closer, "all I can think about is you."

Her voice cracked slightly, just enough to make me blink.

"I wanted to find something out there," she said. "To become something new. I thought sharing myself would bring me closer to who I really was."

I nodded. "And did it?"

She kissed my chest. "Yes. But not in the way I thought."

She pulled the sheet over us both, her naked thigh sliding across mine.

"I don't want to keep going down this path, the sex shows I mean," she said. "Not because I regret it. But because I don't need it anymore."

My arms tightened around her. "Why is that love?"

She looked up at me, eyes shining.

"Because I found something stronger than power. Stronger than lust. You."

There was no performance in her voice now. No seduction. Just truth. Raw and vulnerable.

"I love you, George," she whispered. "Not just the man who let me explore this, but the man who waited. Who stayed. Who watched me become this and still held me like I was the most precious thing in the world."

I swallowed, too full to speak. My chest ached. My body ached. But the ache wasn't painful, it was holy.

"You are," I said, finally. "You are the most precious thing in the world."

We lay like that for a long time. No sex. No demands. Just tangled bodies, bruised hearts, and the kind of closeness you can only reach after walking through fire.

Eventually, we drifted to sleep. Still touching. Still tethered. Not as husband and wife in the traditional sense, but as something deeper. Two people who had seen every corner of each other's desires and had chosen, still, to hold each other close.

The next morning, Carol woke up first. She was different. Not ashamed. Not distant. Just... clear.

"I'm done," she said as I poured the coffee. "With all of that. The messages. The teasing. Even the thrill."

I looked at her. "Are you sure?"

She smiled. "I am. I went looking for freedom. But it turns out, I already had it, with you."

She stepped into my arms, kissed me like she meant it, and whispered, "I love us and I am glad you're here baby."

"Me too, Love."