For the next week, I was watching Carla and Dora cavort daily, and doing increasingly nasty things to each other, in both the bedroom and to my increasing dismay, the bathroom. Friday's 'We're not in Kansas anymore!' moment was when Dora adjusted the bathroom camera for a closer view down into the bathtub, as she and my wife took turns pissing all over each other. Sure they took a long playful bath together afterwards, but this was a serious shocker for me that showed that Carla was very willing to take her new sexual relationship with Dora to far-off distant places that I'd never even caught sight of before! Sure I knew that she wanted a more exotic sex life -- and now I was sure she'd found the fulfillment of every single sordid fantasy that she'd ever even dreamed about... and now all coming true -- and in front of a living audience!
And she was loving every single minute of it.
Even in 'open marriages', the couple usually establish some sort of ground rules and they try respecting the wishes of their spouses. By this point Carla could tell that I 'knew', as she was now almost flaunting the affair in my face, but she was in no mood to patch up our own relationship. The silent treatment mostly now perpetually persisted and often now she stayed late in the evening with Dora, long after I'd return home from work. From my side of the bedroom, I could easily hear my wife's loud 'I'm cumming' scream from the other side of the brick wall, and I eventually decided that she was making as much noise during sex as possible... both for the camera and to deliberately annoy me!
She was sure that she had won the war, and was having the last say in the matter -- and driving the knife home, over and over again just out of spite to win meaningless points. She didn't want a divorce... but she didn't want any changes to her new relationship either. In fact, she had already pretty much voted with her feet, spending the vast majority of the next two weekends as well with Dora.
Increasingly, Carla and I had been avoiding each other and not talking. She was giving me the permanent silent treatment until I agreed to surrender... something I had now decided I would never do, even if it did mean divorce. A word that was now increasingly entering my daily thoughts.
Paula, now discovering that someone else had been keeping her side of the bed warm all day, every day, was considerably less amused and much more willing to take some direct action.
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While Paula might have had some suspicions of her own (she's a very bright girl) it wasn't until the third Friday of this circus that she became aware of Carla's growing sexual relationship with Dora. She found out the hard way, coming home in the evening to find the lovers still entwined in a deep sixty-nine in their bedroom. She was not amused, and I had a semi-ringside seat to the argument watching it on the cam. Unfortunately, Dora quickly turned off the sound and they also moved the fight just off-camera.
I can't say for certain, being limited to what I could overhear through the brick, but at a wild guess I'd Dora shared Carla's talent for blaming others for her own mistakes. The best defense being a good offense, Dora apparently was blaming Paula's long work hours as the reason (and entitlement) for her own affairs... plus her slut roommate was undoubtedly doing it with a dozen men behind her back, or so she claimed loudly with mock righteousness with absolutely no proof!
I've never understood why cheaters always blame their cheating to be the fault of their innocent companion! It's like they feel that since they have the urge to cheat, that their partner does as well. Thus, out of guilt, they always want to be the first to put the blame (wrongly) on someone else, so that they can cover-up or excuse their own sins. In any case, Paula wasn't falling for it and put the blame right square where it belonged and she left the house immediately in a snit.
Nonchalantly, the girls put the cameras back on and right back to having sex again, right where they'd left off. Coolly indifferent, the women stayed at it again for hours and Carla never even bothered to return home that night. That spoke volumes about their relationship... and ours -- they were determined to have their fun and anyone who didn't like it could just piss off!
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I decided to go into work on Saturday, while no one was there to watch me watch the cam and where I could mope about in someplace quiet, where I felt comfortable. Just for fun, I left some blank divorce paperwork on our coffee/dining table where she'd be certain to see it, assuming that she ever returned home this weekend.
It was a long day and frankly a bit boring until Paula returned home about noon, catching the lovers playing in the shower. After a long fight, copious tears from Paula and a great deal of coaxing, Dora and Carla got Paula to join them and soon one thing lead to another and the three girls ended up together on the big king sized bed playing, and they stayed intertwined in lovemaking for the rest of the day.
Actually, it was fairly obvious even to the casual viewer that Paula wasn't really too into this threesome scene and was probably just going along to avoid another big fight. Increasingly it became obvious to me and even to some of the more astute veteran cam watchers online, that Dora and Carla would actually have preferred to just fuck together, and poor cuckold Paula was now little more than a pleasant distraction.
Late afternoon, when Paula got out the bed and got dressed, her other two lovers were much too busy with each other to notice or even much care. That moment spoke volumes for me too. At this point I knew just where my marriage was at the moment, and like Paula, I knew that I didn't feel like playing second fiddle anymore! No goodbyes were said, but the long sad look that Paula gave them before she left spoke volumes.
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About an hour later, the girls took a break and got dressed, turned off the computer with a message that they were going out for dinner and dancing and they could expect a really hot show later on tonight! Since the dinner and dancing didn't seem to involve me, I decided that I ought to get home myself and make my own alternative plans.
Leaving work to return home, I wasn't the slightest bit surprised to find that Carla had made a brief trip into the house to change into one of her slinkier dancewear outfits. She had looked at my divorce paperwork and scrawled a brief note.
"Do whatever you want, you will anyway!"
I don't think she understood that by now she had gone too far and that our marriage was now probably beyond all hope of saving. She was lost in her pleasure to her new world of sex without limits, while being watched by thousands.
Carla had always loved sex, needing it almost daily with me, but now I could tell that her new lesbian experiences seemed to be even more fulfilling for her, as if she had found a piece of herself that had always been missing as she made love with another woman. I could tell that this was a Pandora's box that could never again be closed, even if she chose to return and rebuild our relationship sometime in the future.
There is no easy way for a man's ego to admit that his lover had left him, probably forever, for another woman. On the other hand, I sort of understood how and why this had happened and that there was enough blame to go around. I knew that forcing a confrontation wouldn't accomplish anything at this stage and that only the shock of a separation would even have a chance of bringing Carla back to her senses... assuming she even wanted a reconciliation at this point.
