Tim looked over at Lisa. Her eyes were half closed, but she noticed him looking, and her lips curved into a lascivious smile before the pressure from behind surprised her and she shut her eyes in ecstasy, pushing back and raising her ass a little to meet the massive cock burying itself inside her rectum. Tim felt his cock twitch a little, pressed against the bed beneath him. Her delirious expression caused him almost as much discomfort as it did arousal. Her eyes cracked open once more. That wicked grin was the last thing he saw before his face was pushed down into the pillow and his own ass was filled forcefully up once more. He had brought this all on himself.
At first, Lisa had been furious with his little excursions into the chat rooms. When she had first discovered his secret 'hobby', she had felt betrayed and disgusted. Did he want someone else? Was he not getting enough at home? What was the matter with her? What was the matter with him?!? They had had an argument which had worked, in stages, from white hot rage through to cold detachment and the realization that they might agree to disagree, but that she was never going to approve of what she considered to be his extra-marital affairs. In her eyes, he was cheating every time he went into one of those rooms. He had told her he would quit doing it and she had accepted his answer, secretly refusing to believe a word coming out of his mouth.
The net-filter software she had bought had two modes: nanny mode, and silent running. In nanny mode, she could have blocked his access to the dirty sites, cutting off the pathway to his philandering, but he would have just found some way around any obstacles she put in his way and gone right on chatting and cheating behind her back. Silent running mode was a different story. Every website visited, every keystroke typed, was logged. Screenshots were quietly taken and stored in the cloud. Chat transcripts saved and email notifications sent to the secret inbox he didn't know about. Two could play this kind of cloak and daggers game, she thought, and she had felt zero remorse for invading his privacy like this.
The realization that he exclusively visited gay chat rooms hadn't really been that much of a shock, if she was honest with herself. She had always suspected her husband was a bit of a sissy. His at-times extra-macho posturing was, if anything, more confirmation that he was insecure; not girlish, but perhaps something worse. The devotion he expressed for cock in those anonymous chat rooms, when he believed his words were going unread - except by the pervert on the other end of the connection - bordered on the reverent.
She was conflicted about it. In some ways, it was a turn-on, reading these ephemeral pieces of interactive pornography. She imagined the sweat; the spit. Imagined the grunts and the wet sounds as flesh slapped against flesh. Images of nameless men rutting Tim's ass like wild animals, seething with need as their hips bucked and their fat cocks, bulging thickly, disappeared into him, knocking the breath out of him, made her breathing come a little faster, warmth flickering between her legs as she read the dirty confessions. But she was also hurt. Jealous. Angry with him for being something other than what he had promised her he was. Angry with him for going behind her back, even if it was just virtually.
She was certain it was just virtual. For one thing, there was never really any time for real affairs. Tim's schedule was pretty clockwork, and had been for years. She would have noticed if anything had changed. But, perhaps more certainly, she was sure Tim didn't have it in him. The very sissiness that fueled his need to lurk around those chatrooms would prevent him from making his fantasies come true. He lacked the balls to do it. He could dream about serving anonymous cock, could chat about it, but he would never actually go through with it.
The chat rooms were full of people like Tim, she began to realize as she scanned through transcripts that read like exaggerated Hustler Confessions. Sad guys who trolled around, pretending to be genuinely looking to 'meet', but who were really only looking to find an anonymous partner to cybersex them to a pathetic climax, bathed in the blueish light of the computer screen, before clicking off; closing the incognito window, and going back to pretending to be straight.
She had intended to use the records as ammunition. Had intended to confront him with a mountain of cum-soaked evidence to back her up in an argument that never actually came. Sitting in the toilet at her office, reading through the daily logs her software secret agent dutifully emailed her, she found herself getting more and more aroused. She had almost surprised herself the first time her fingers had slithered beneath the waistband of her panties to find her swollen clit, as she read the automated account of the previous night's activities.
He chatted when she was asleep. They would have dinner, watch a couple of shows together, and go to bed. Sometimes, they would make love, but it was always a bit of a sad affair. He was a selfish lover, and most of the time, his cock was only half hard, she suspected. She herself usually lingered halfway between boredom and resentment, and her half-hearted attempts to get into it didn't help matters much.
Even when he was fully aroused, Tim's cock was not spectacular. It was nice, she guessed, when it was hard, but it was certainly no leviathan. A modest cock, she might have said, if she were being charitable. On more honest days she would have been more disparaging, if she had bothered thinking about it at all, but she was never really likely to do that. Even when she fingered herself in the office toilet, reading the daily dirty reminders of her husband's inadequacy as a man, it was never his cock she was imagining, but the anonymous cocks plowing themselves into him; driving into him over and over again as he eagerly opened wide to take them.
Sometimes, Tim would drag her into his fantasy encounters. He would log in as her - an anonymous female entering the gay chat room, looking for someone to fuck her man. It was all part of his fantasy submission. He would be offered to strangers, against his will, by his devilish wife and they would come and eagerly do her bidding, subduing him for her. Whenever he would use this angle, he would be inundated with responses. The site of a female name in the list of chatters always drew a lot of attention, even in the gay rooms. What was somewhat surprising was the fact that, even in a gay chatroom, the response was almost universally - "can I fuck u too?" Tim was always quick with a rebuttal - "not interested. looking to watch my man get fucked." - but the more persistent ones would try several times before getting blocked.