Author's note:
Due to some of the comments about my previous story, I am adding this note for the ones who "wasted their times" or think that they were "mislead":
This story also has elements of pschobabble, a wife acting out of conventional marriage expectations (*a slut), a wimp and so on. Also, there's not much sex in the story.
And the story title explains that there will be untold parts about what really happened.
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It's been two months since I was sacked and Bree is the only breadwinner in our marriage.
There are a few temporary jobs available but since we are young, I need to find something I can put in my CV; since it looks very lame with only one work experience in it. I need to gain experience towards my future positions, so, we decided to be patient until I find something satisfactory.
But the main problem was that, we made an investment; I gave my savings as the front payment and signed a sort of short-term mortgage contract on a house, which is still being constructed. The house is in her name but since her work contract was in temporary state back then, I signed for the remaining loan. We paid most of it already and we don't want to lose that. We have to be able to pay for two more years.
If I can't find a high salary job, our savings and her earnings won't be enough for us to keep it.
On the other hand, she has been working as editorial staff for a psychology department's publications office. This got her interested in the subject and she's attending classes, hoping to get a degree on this area.
But unfortunately, she heard that the office is planning to downsize and Bree is almost keen that they will let her go sometime soon. I still don't think so because she's good at what she does. And they didn't downsize yet, after a few months.
She got an idea while trying to figure out her future options and she decided to record some podcast-like videos, I guess she calls them video blogs or vlogs, considering to earn some money that way. She made me watch one of them and I guess it was interesting to watch.
When I told her that, she decided to upload them on the internet.
We both weren't expecting it to draw much attention but her videos received lots of interactions such as likes, comments and even voluntary sharing by the users.
She was talking about anything she knew well. Some meals which she cooked good, some exercises she was good at, her diet, her thoughts on social relations and even on romantic stuff.
She felt good and sexier in a funny way doing that, being successful made her horny more. We were fucking like rabbits. Since she had viewers, she cared about her weight and appearance more, making me crazy. And any new outfit she bought was sexier than before. Or, her refined figure after workouts made them look like that.
I was hesitant at first since she's an attractive girl but I started to get jealous when she got more comfortable and started to record the videos in those new outfits. She was wearing casual ones, even her pajamas, showing her daily appearance. I didn't like that. Then she started to wear sexier stuff. She started making videos in miniskirts and nylons, yoga pants or shorts.
Those latest videos brought a new set of commentators. The ones who did not care about what she was saying, making comments about her legs, face, mouth, ass. At first, this made me hornier, though it was disturbing, naturally.
One day, some loser wrote "I'd pop that innocence out of you, sweet cheeks!"
That made it unbearable for me.
I tried to talk sense into her about this, telling her how uncomfortable this was making me. She said that we needed more money and this was a negligible side-effect compared to the increased viewing numbers and her earnings on advertisements.
I offered her to step back a bit, telling her I could start one of those temp jobs to compensate.
"I will not stop. This is the first time I'm enjoying something I do like this. I feel like this will be something big in the future. I'm into this and I'll pursue it until I see where it goes." It was her decision and I wasn't in a place to make her step back. I wasn't making money, so I didn't have that confidence to speak up more.
"At least tone down the 'sexy' outfit thing or leaning over the sofa poses a bit" was all I could say.
The last month passed like that. They didn't let her go, not yet. She's earning more than what we earned together, by herself. I'm feeling like I'm a dead weight in this marriage and I'm trying to find a job as soon as I can.
She's writing stuff, recording videos when she's home and she works all day at the office.
I started to feel neglected a bit, since she doesn't come to bed with me that much anymore and she doesn't spend time with me there.
I've been trying to snuggle or make out whenever I can but most of the time, she didn't let me interrupt her work.
If I find a job, I can at least talk to her about some ground rules in this marriage.
It's been another month and she's still not fired. Her online channel hit some kind of a peek and it's not getting bigger anymore. She's trying to find different stuff to keep the fire burning and unfortunately, she found out that most of her recent followers were watching just for her innocent beauty. That's what she said, of course. I'd say her sexy outfits. She's not innocent in fact, not even a bit. She was a horny vixen in our relationship, at least before those busy weeks started.
She lost some of her initial audience, mostly because of the comments written for her videos.
I'm afraid that this is turning into those video chat channels, where the subscribers demanded things from the girl. I read many comments like that. Some people were telling her what to wear in her next video, some of them were telling her to show her legs and feet more, while some of them were asking her out or describing how they would make her their slut.
One of those masturbators was telling what he would do to her if she was sitting on his lap at that moment, in detail.
I finally found a job recently and after reading that comment I raised my voice for the first time.
"Are you a call girl or an online chat model? How can you not care what they are saying?"
"Jason, I'm not a call girl and it's not a sex show. I knew you were going to act like that. You think that I need to show my legs to be successful, right?"
I wasn't thinking that, I never thought that way about women. I said those things because of what she was doing.
"Besides, what they see is what people see in my daily life. Don't insult me like that anymore. Do you think that's the first time I'm being told things like that? Do you know how many times I got groped walking on the street? Do you know what words most girls hear from strangers every day?"
I probably looked like I didn't understand anything. In fact, I was just trying not to say anything because that wasn't what I told. I don't want those bastards watching her and jerking off looking at her legs, ass or mouth.
"But you would have avoided them if you could, right? You can avoid that, at least the part coming from the online channel."
"I won't let anything interrupt me doing what I want."
I almost wished she lost all the followers. I didn't care about the money anymore.
But just the opposite happened.
She got an offer from an online podcast channel. They sent her a contract, offering money (much more than what she was making on her own) for 6 months. They stated that the amount would be adjusted depending on her viewing numbers, every sixth month.
She didn't even ask me before signing it.
And, some of the videos were going to be live.
It was OK for the first months. After staying on more serious subjects and wearing casual, decent clothes, her viewing numbers dropped a bit but she got paid more than what she earned before.
