Chat Room Blues Revenge

Chat Room Blues -- Revenge

By @CindyTv

(Thanks to @OffRoadDiesel and TwentyNine Snow for the Edits)

Is online sex Cheating? Harold thinks so, and takes revenge.

TAGS: #Cheat #Caught #BTBastard #OverTheTop

Warning

: My typical over the top story - it couldn't possibly happen in real life...could it?

Online Sex -- Is it cheating?

Lonnie and I have been happily married for the last 25 years. We had two beautiful girls that had recently moved away for college and left us as empty-nesters. For the first time in over 19 years, it was just the two of us in our big empty home.

Don't let anybody tell you differently, but when the kids leave the nest your homelife is definitely impacted. At first, we enjoyed the quiet and not having to worry about our privacy. In the weeks that passed we reconnected and made love in all parts of the home which had been off limits for many years.

After the first few months, we fell back into our normal rhythm and started to miss our kids, the noisy home with their friends and activities. It was just the two of us now and our sex life went back to our normal two -- three times a week, if we were lucky.

Lonnie had come from a conservative family and only had one lover before we got married. Oral sex, or any type of variation was not in the cards. She did enjoy some foreplay as she let me use my magic fingers on her pussy, but it was mostly missionary sex for all those years.

After several attempts throughout our marriage, I had tried to expand her sexuality but it always ended up with us fighting and me being called a pervert. Don't get me wrong, I loved being with her and was satisfied with our bedroom activity. However, I didn't appreciate being called a Perv or a degenerate when I asked for a Birthday Blow Job.

I'm Harold, 48 years old and a high-paid consultant that traveled around the country giving presentations and commentary on my expertise in the energy field. I had an office ten minutes from home where I had a staff of five people running my company. We were financially well off which allowed Lonnie to be a stay-at-home mom for all those years, and never had to work outside the home.

Running my own company was fun and rewarding and being able to support my entire family was a bonus which I never took for granted. Being a consultant gave me the independence I needed to schedule time for my family and not let my travel interfere with my personal life.

I loved Lonnie, and always made a point of letting her know. Weekly dinner dates, chocolates and flowers brought home at least once a week. She always told me that I treated her better than any of her friends or family. We shared similar values, which of course included our two girls, Maria and Chloe, who we both adored.

Lonnie came down with what I assumed was depression several months ago, which I attributed to the empty nest syndrome. Our sex dropped off to once a week, which happened on Sunday afternoons, for some reason I never figured out. The change of moods, weight gain, and sex drive led me to believe she was going through menopause and suggested she visit the doctor. That earned me some nasty looks, and I didn't bring that up again. I knew we would figure things out soon enough and didn't put any pressure on her at the time.

At 50 years old, Lonnie was still beautiful to me, even with the added 35 pounds on her five foot -- four-inch body, she was still sexy to me. Her beautiful face and large boobs were all I ever needed. Besides, I never really cared about the extra rolls on her tummy, it was the woman that I was in love with, not her shape.

Her added pounds became a problem for her a few years back, but her unwillingness to go to the gym or exercise didn't help. She loved to cook and had a craving for sweets, which added to her weight gain. Her confidence dwindled and she started acting out. She would get on me if I happened to look at an attractive woman, or even made a comment about some actress on TV. I did my best to make her feel loved and appreciated and explained that she was the most beautiful woman in the world to me and I did not care about her figure.

Lonnie was brilliant with a high IQ. She was one of those people that did the New York Times crossword puzzles in pen, making it look easy. She enjoyed mental games and challenges. After the kids were gone, I would often find her on the computer playing Scrabble or some type of Brain Game with an online group. She always told me when she won most of the contests and games she played, and became popular in her play groups. I never thought anything of it and was happy she had a fun hobby to keep her busy when I was out working.

Over the next few weeks, I noticed that she was happier around the house, and smiling more often. One night, as we were in bed snuggling up to each other I asked her about her happier attitude.

Holding her I said, "Honey, I want to tell you how nice it's been lately. You seem to be much happier, what's changed?"

I felt her smile and told me, "I guess it's this new group I'm in on the scrabble boards. I entered this group with a small entry fee and with over 500 players the grand prize is $1000 and $500 for second place and currently I'm in second place with two weeks to go. It's really kept my mind off things and I look forward to playing every day. I'm happy that you noticed."

Weeks Later

One day I needed some financial info for our tax accountant which was on our home computer. I logged in and started looking for the needed files and that's when I saw a folder called chat history. I hadn't realized that the keystroke software we added to the PC when the kids were young was still active. Apparently, we never thought to remove it as it hadn't been used in so long. We were careful parents and wanted to make sure our girls were safe while they were online. We trusted them, but as concerned parents we were worried about predators.

Feeling a little nostalgic, I opened the folder to read some old files from the girls to reminisce about a time gone by. The girls were the most important thing in our lives and I missed them dearly. I was surprised to see so many recent chats, and after I read some of them, I became aware of a potential problem understanding why there was a change in Lonnie's mood and her lower sex drive. It all became crystal clear in less than ten minutes. Those ten minutes turned my world upside down.

It seems that Lonnie made some friends from one of her chat groups. The first chats I read seemed normal until I read the chats with a man named Carter. There were hundreds of messages between them over the last two months. The chats started out with innocent comments about the scrabble game, but the dialog grew flirty and much more sexual as the chats progressed.

This one guy navigated her down a dark road and lured her into a web of deceit and lies. He convinced her that a little online flirting was just fun and not cheating. At first, she pushed back but he was good and eventually had her open up and talk to him about things she would never discuss with me.

In one of her chats she admitted that she didn't like giving me blow jobs and only had sex to make me happy. She told him she did not get anything out of our love making and only did it when necessary. This slick guy knew how to manipulate her and was able to discuss how we have sex, how big a cock I had, and quite frankly things I still can't believe she openly told another human being.

I had to give credit to this guy, as he was able to convince my wife that the reason she wasn't into sex is because she hadn't had it with the right man, and even got her permission to send a photo of his own hard cock. He explained that his sheer size would be all she needed to understand how amazing sex could actually be for her. At first the messages I read seemed to tell him that she wasn't interested, but soon she was asking him questions about sex and things she would never bring up with me in a million years. It was as if the guy opened a new horizon for my smart, naive wife. Apparently, that's how she got pulled into his world of on-line sex. Over the weeks that followed their conversation got more flirtatious and he convinced her to have a video online and Tuesday afternoons was when this guy, Carter, had free time, which is when the video sex games started.

To say I was shocked would have been the understatement of the year. My plain vanilla wife was having online sex with a stranger and was completely out of character. Lonnie, my god-fearing wife, was apparently a slut for this guy and up to now I was clueless.

At first, I was shocked, but after a few minutes I thought it was somewhat comical and nothing that was marriage ending at first, but after I read the comments made during these sessions I was stunned. After reading about her thoughts of me, I sat frozen and just stared out into nothingness feeling betrayed, hurt, then angry. The comments had escalated with each chat, which explained why our sex life had dropped off.

During their video sex chats, her boyfriend gave her commands that I realized were directly impacting our sex life. The software I had installed must have been auto updated because it captured the audio from their video chats and saved them in an MP3 file format.

The conversations I heard made me angry. How could she talk like this and betray me so freely? Did she think so little of me? File 3 and 6 were the ones that solidified my resolve that I couldn't let this go unchallenged. Revenge against Carter and my wife was a given.

File #3

"That's right, slut, play with your pussy and show me how much you want my big cock. Yeah, you want it, don't you? Tell me, slut!"

"Hmmmm, yes, baby. I want your big cock inside me."

"Tell me, who owns that pussy? Don't you dare cum before you tell me who that pussy belongs to, slut."

"Oh my god, I'm going to cum."

"Stop rubbing your pussy, and tell me who that pussy belongs to."

"You baby, it's your pussy. My pussy belongs to Carter."

"That's right. Go ahead and start playing with that pussy again. That's so hot, you look so sexy. I don't want you to give that pussy to your husband until next week. Tell him you have a headache or whatever, but that pussy is mine, and he can't have it. Tell me baby. Tell me."

"It's yours, I won't let him touch me, I promise. Ohhhhhhhh Gawwwwwwwddd, I love this, and I won't let him touch me, baby, it's your pussy."

Sure enough, I remember that week trying to engage her for sex, and as much as I tried, she wanted nothing to do with me. She told me she was not feeling well but now I knew the truth. Fuck, I can't believe this slut let this asshole screw up my marriage.

When I listened to audio file 6, I knew our marriage was over. There was no way I was going to stay married to anyone who would disrespect me to this level.

File #6

"You know I'm going to visit you and make you suck my cock. Do you want my big cock? Tell me, slut."

"Baby, your cock is beautiful and I'd love to have it in my mouth. I'd love to feel you inside me and fill my pussy with your cum, that would be so sexy."

"Well, I have a surprise for you. As much as I love watching you play with yourself, I want to see my big cock fucking you. Last week, I purchased a molding kit, and took an exact mold of my erect cock. This company made a perfect replica, and I had them ship it to your home and it arrives tomorrow. Next week, I want to see you suck it and take it in your pussy. From then on, that's the only cock that you'll allow in your cunt until I come fuck you in your marital bed. I'm going to fuck you senseless, right where your husband sleeps, and claim that pussy. You like that, bitch?"

"Oh my god, I can't wait. My pussy is dripping just thinking about it right now."

"Well, show daddy how much you want my cock. Play with yourself. Tell me you want my big cock, and not your wimp husband's little pecker. Tell me, bitch."

"Sweetheart, I want your cock. I love it, and can't wait to put it in my pussy."

"Keep playing with your clity and tell me you want it more than your wimp husband."

"Yes, I want your big cock, not my wimp husband's dick! I want you, baby."

"Tell me you love me, baby,"

"I love you, I love you, ohhhhhhhhhh. Oh my god, this is so naughty and h

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t. I have the best orgasms with you. I've never cum this good with my wimpy husband."

Well, that was more than any grown man can absorb. My eyes watered from her insults and betrayal and I knew our time together was over. From that moment on all I could think about was revenge. I decided to set up a video camera in addition to the recording software. While she was out shopping, I configured the video to auto-start to record my wife in full view. Between both recordings, there would not be much to discuss after I confronted her.

I tried to act normal that week but I was sullen and out of sorts. It became noticeable, and when she asked, I explained I was coming down with something, which wasn't a lie. I was coming down with the effects of a ruined marriage.

One night, she finally asked, "Harold, what's wrong? Are you feeling OK? You've been quiet and avoiding me all week."

"Lonnie, I've been feeling a little off this week. I'm sure I'll be back to normal soon," I answered in my convincing voice. She seemed to have understood and left me alone and I avoided any sex for that week. The thought of her being with another man -- even virtual, and talking shit about me, did not stir up any desire for this woman.

Lonnie's thoughts after each online sex session before sleep:

When guilt started to find its way into Lonnie's mind, she would rationalize her actions. The words in her head relieved her of any guilt or regret. She would close her eyes and see herself at her keyboard, heart racing as she typed another flirty message.

This isn't cheating,

she told herself firmly.

It's just words on a screen, not a real affair. I'm not touching anyone, not sneaking off to motels.

After 25 years of marriage, the spark with Harold had dimmed. Dishes, bills, and silence replacing the passion. Her thoughts that night...

'

I shouldn't feel guilty. This online connection with Carter makes me feel alive and young again, desired in ways Harold hasn't shown in years. It's not his fault, but I need this little discretion, no, I deserve this. It's harmless fun, a little escape. Hubby will never even know unless I told him, and why would I? It's not like I'm leaving him. The thrill of each notification makes my pussy wet with anticipation, and I just can't stop playing with Carter. It's not wrong. I mean, people flirt all the time, doing this online is nothing different, except more fun. I mean, it's not sex, not really. We're just role playing, like a game.'

That internal conversation was happening more often, but unfortunately, she didn't realize it was her own internal ego sending her a warning message. However, her lust overtook any feelings of guilt and she continued to play the game.

The Following Wednesday

The previous night, while my wife was sleeping. I assumed they had their weekly fuck session earlier that day, and removed the USB drive where I stored the files. I then placed it in my briefcase to bring to work in the morning.

At work I opened the USB drive with the evidence, and then watched the video alone in my office. I learned a great deal from watching as I sat alone in my sorrow. When the video started the software was in split screen mode, giving me a visual of all the action. There on the right side was Carter, a middle-aged black man -- bald and not exactly a heartthrob. On the left screen was Lonnie, all made up with her hair styled, and in one of her baby dolls, obviously trying to look sexy for her new boyfriend. I noticed she was also using her earbuds which she always said made it easier to talk and listen to compared to the PC speaker and microphone.

As I watched the monitor, I realized that I had never seen my wife so worked up and horny in our entire marriage. Furthermore, over all our years of marriage, she would never masturbate in front of me and said it was dirty and that she was not a whore. Shocker, my wife was a class A slut. Watching her wildly rub her clit, telling her boyfriend how badly she wanted his cock while he jerked off was disgusting. It made me sick to my stomach, and I wondered how some guys could enjoy watching their wife with another man- even if only virtually. These two looked like middle-aged losers, getting off by their own hand, while having a willing and capable spouse that they both choose to neglect.

I couldn't hear what he was saying because she was wearing the earbuds, but I could tell whatever he was saying was turning her on. I would listen to the audio later but I had a good idea what was being said. When she yelled out to him and said,

"I love your cock and I want you,"

as she came, my love for her finally died. Something just clicked, and I knew I would never be with her again.

That week Lonnie was giggly and bubbly in a great mood, and I would learn that following Tuesday that it was because Carter's molded black dildo arrived. Her lover's lifelike cock was now in her possession and I realized she was probably making love to it all week. No matter now, that was just icing on the cake. During that week I gave Carter's IP address and online chat info to one of my IT buddies and soon had the goods on my wife's online lover. They were both in for a big surprise.

Tuesday -- Game Time

I knew the exact time they would be online, as it had been the same for the past several weeks. Tuesday at exactly 1 PM. So that Tuesday I came home early and entered through the back sliding glass door, which I had left unlocked. That door was in the back of the house and the least noisy way to enter my home. I heard Lonnie talking and knew they were online.

Not making a sound, I waited next to the office door until I knew the sex games had started. For more evidence I turned on my phone's video camera and stood in the darkened doorway recording the action as she was talking to her boyfriend.

I saw Michael on the computer screen, who, from my research, was actually Michael Wellington, of Avon CO, married to Melissa Wellington with six children. Michael was an elementary school teacher and church Deacon, a real standup guy. These two were so comfortable and focused on each other that any shadow I might have cast off was ignored.

Then I heard my future-ex speaking, "Baby, I love your cock. Do you want me to suck you off??"

Her comment, and the way she was speaking shocked me. My innocent wife was now his slut and no longer the woman I married. I couldn't hear his reply but obviously he said yes as she started giving his replica dick an A-Class blow job. Something else she had never done for me. After all my years of begging, she wanted nothing to do with my dick in her mouth because it was "disgusting" and only something a whore would do. But at that moment, she couldn't wait to get his cock in her mouth. As I watched her debauchery, I felt the blood pulsing in my head as my anger grew to new heights.

Not hearing both sides of the conversation, I realized he must have said something, because she took the dildo out of her mouth and started rubbing it on her pussy. I had to admit, it was thick and bigger than mine, but not big enough for her to end a marriage. A question crossed my mind as I watched, -- what was she thinking?