Chapter 1: The Final Insult
Brent sat in the fading light of sunset, watching as the sun dipped below the horizon of the ocean. His eyes couldnât appreciate the beauty of this spectacle of nature, his eyes focused on the gold band he now twirled between his fingers. He couldnât remember the last time he had even had the wedding ring off. It seemed as if that one piece of jewelry, the only piece he had ever worn, was just a natural part of his hand. He viewed it as if now, it was some alien artifact he could no longer recognize.
For almost two decades that ring had been a sign of belonging, a show of love that he had for her. When he had first put the ring on, it had felt right, as if for once in his life he was part of something gloriously correct. In the almost twenty years since then, he had never once removed it from his finger, as a show of his undying love for her. Now, as he looked at it through a haze of doubt, he realized how odd it felt to not have the ring encircle his finger. The lack of it on his left hand somehow made him feel naked and exposed to a world that, so recently, came crashing down around his head.
He thought back to the events that had led up to his present situation. His mind going over in his head, all that had happened, so quickly within the past two years. Had it only been that long? Was so little time needed to dismantle what had taken so long to build? His thoughts bent back to what he thought of as the beginning, of its eventual collapse.
Kelly had finally gotten the IRS check; one they had been waiting patiently for, for almost a month now. It was no large amount of money to be true, it was finally one in which they could invest into something she had wanted for quite a few years, and yet had not been able to afford. She smiled at Brent, like the schoolgirl he had fallen in love with so long ago. Today she would finally get her computer! Not just some hand me down from a flea market, but a new, state of the art system. She was in her glory with anticipation of the possibilities it held.
Brent had finally relented, and gave in to her desires to work from home. Both of the boys were now in school, the youngest starting Kindergarten earlier this year. He was happy to see her, finally, want something for herself. She had been so focused over the past six years in being sure the boys were well cared for, sacrificing everything to be sure they had the best of what they could afford. He smiled at her sheer, unadulterated pleasure, at getting her wish. The smile she gave him made his doubts crumble, like so many stacked cards.
They made their way to the bank and deposited the check, finally bringing itâs contentâs to a point where the computer would not drain everything they had saved. Then went to the Electronics store she had found, that had what she sought. She had researched everything through friends and magazines, and from what she knew from her last job, as an AR clerk. She wanted something that could handle the workload she hoped to again have.
She had recently applied to a company, which catered to stay at home Moms; it had lots of work and yet has the flexibility of, at home hours. She was looking forward to contributing to the family income again. He couldnât help but laugh, as she jabbered on and on, about being useful again. âAs if she wasnât already!â he thought to himself.
After some skillful negotiations, and an amazing talent for finding the best deal she could, she finally settled on the system she wanted. Brent was about as computer savvy as a brick! His talents were more down to earth, literally! He was a heavy equipment operator; his jobs consisted of digging large holes and hammering out rock. He always joked with her, that he was a modern day âFred Flintstoneâ! She always made him feel a little old with her knowledge of computers due to the difference in their age, he being her senior by twelve years. Yet she always responded with, âYour job is dangerous enough, and it puts food on the table and a house over our heads!â
As always, he had no legitimate response and just shook his head and laughed. She pulled his head in and kissed his bald head in a show of her affections. The very nearness of her, as it always had done, caused a stirring in his jeans. For almost twelve years now, just her very presence was enough to send him into a sexual fit. He looked her over with a lust filled sigh, and smacked her ass as she headed for the counter to pay for her new âToyâ.
It had not been long after that, that she was online and working again. She seemed pleased with working at home. Her hours allowed her time to deal with the responsibilities of the house, and still allowed her time to finish up, without straining her time. She even began showing Brent some basics on how to use the Internet. He plodded through her instructions until she was sure he had the basics down. Brent felt out of his element using the keyboard and maneuvering through the myriad of options that confronted him. At times he would ask for help, or an explanation, and she cheerfully showed him what he needed to know.
After several weeks of instructions from Kelly, Brent began to get the hang of the new computer. He found out how to log on to areas in which he could talk to people from anywhere in the world. She laughed as she helped him set up his very first profile, and watched as he fumbled, two fingered, through the world of chat rooms! Brent came home night after night spending an hour or two, just âsurfingâ the net. Kelly had finally brought Brent out of the Stone Age!
Little did Brent know, that she had also set up a profile, and was also surfing the world of chat rooms. She felt a little guilty, at first, about the guys that always talked to her. Sometimes the were very nice, but most were childish and rude, wanting to see pictures of her in any form of nudity. Kelly was a little shy about talking with anyone, other than Brent about his or her sex life. Yet, it seemed that everyone of the guys she talked to wanted details on her private life. Most times she tended to just ignore their requests for conversations about sex, or her preferences in partners and positions.
Brent laughed as he remembered the first time he saw a guy messaging her with a request for âCyber sexâ. He hadnât meant to eavesdrop on her conversation, but couldnât drag himself away from watching. He found himself encouraging her to taunt the guy with what the guy wished her to admit. He had talked her into, reluctantly, giving the guy the conversation he was looking for. Brent relayed to her what she should say; being a guy and knowing what he would like to hear. She went along with the ruse for awhile, until he pushed the boundaries by asking for pictures of her nude. At that point she logged off, leaving him groaning out his protests that she should take a few, just for fun.
Now Kelly wasnât a bathing beauty, yet she still had a nice figure, one that could still turn menâs heads her way. She was of medium height, a little on the full side in her figure, in part due to having children. She had nicely sized breasts, maybe a little less firm than they once had been, that always kept Brent happy. Her figure wasnât anything she wanted to put into a bikini; the effects of child bearing made that unlikely. Yet she still had the rounded hips and hourglass figure, she once had, with a little extra padding. Brent always insisted on her wearing clothes she didnât find appropriate, and refused to wear out in public. He had only relented when she finally compromised by wearing a low cut, denim dress that showed her ample cleavage and a drastic view of her legs.
She was a little uncomfortable being so exposed, yet she had agreed she needed to loosen up. Brent took a few âGlamâ shots of her posing in different positions, allowing for the best views of her legs and the hint of what was beneath. She warmed up to the idea and even opened a few buttons to allow him a more risquĂ© view of her breasts. After going through the pictures with him, they decided on a few that she could post.
He remembered the way that, after that, more and more guys began to message her. He found it fascinating that she had so many guys wanting to see her. After awhile, Brent eventually gave up watching her as she teased and taunted the guys that asked for pictures of her in the nude. She had become quite popular, as someone the guys could, easily get to talk sex with. He always smiled when she was âCyberingâ; he knew that after a long session of this, she always took out its effects on her, with him.
For the longest time, about two years, he never once gave thoughts to meeting any of the people they talked to online. It wasnât until he came home one night and noticed a file he couldnât remember. He hit the arrow that opened it, and was floored by what he saw! There in all her glorious beauty, was Kelly, lying on the floor nude! He clicked through the file and found picture after picture of her in various stages of nudity. At points she had a look of total abandon, in others a look of sly adventure. But without variance, all of them showed parts of her he never would have believed existed.
He wondered when she had taken them, and where she had gotten the outfits, which were beyond the woman he had known. His cock was stirring at the sight of her being so obviously sluttish. He was wondering when she was going to allow him to see them on her in person. He began to look forward to her returning from the store, so he could ask her to model them live for him. The kids were in bed, and tomorrow was Saturday, so they had no plans for getting up early. He was looking forward to the possibilities of the evening ahead.
She returned home with some snacks, a movie, and a case of beer for him. They ate a quiet dinner for two, drank some wine, and then as they sat back to take in the movie. She asked him if minded her going online, as she wasnât really interested in the movie after all. He didnât mind and she excused herself to the room that they kept the computer in. He sat back and relaxed, drinking a few beers as the movie went on.
After an hour or so, the movie reaching itâs was reaching its inevitable end, Brent made his way to the bathroom. The several beers he had consumed were making their effects obvious. As he sprinted for the bathroom, he couldnât help but notice that the door to the computer room was closed. After finishing his task, he made his way back to the door of the room, and could hear a soft moaning coming from within. Curious, he quietly opened the door and peered inside.
The sight inside flattened him! Kelly was sitting on the reclined computer chair nude! Her legs were splayed to either side of the table with a camera aimed at her pussy. She had several fingers furiously working over her excited clit and soggy pussy. She was moaning as if on the brink of orgasm. It was then that he noticed the green light on the camera, which told him that this performance was being sent out, live.