I'd been sitting in front of the 32 inch monitor for not more than 20 minutes when the image burst to life in front of me. It was a webcam image that seemed to crawl out of the monitor and grab me by the throat, choking me, slowly delighting in seeing me turn blue as I gasped for precious oxygen. On top of it all the image was smiling ever-so seductively as it did everything possible to entice me, or any other horny male viewer, into a "private" show. I did not need to be enticed twice as I quickly clicked on the tiny red box indicating I wanted a private show with the image and I wanted it now.
It only took a couple of minutes to upload the necessary registration and credit card information before I was granted access to the private "chat". It was far too easy to accomplish access and have the screen saver burst to life with the image of a model dressed in a tiny g-string and low-cut transparent bra that left nothing to the imagination. The model was also wearing a pair of thigh-high black lace stockings and her makeup was heavy, designed to hide as many of her lines as possible.
With another click of my mouse I was now recording the image and all of her movements before me. Even though she was in her mid-forties she was clearly an attractive woman who still had the ability to turn heads and raise the testosterone levels of most men. I was, however, the dear in the headlights and so surprised to see the near naked woman in front of me.
I'd gone online at the suggestion of a friend who knew I was now home alone in the evenings and was becoming more and more frustrated due to lack of affection and sex, sex my lovely wife normally gave without hesitation. Since I lost my job two months ago our financial situation has continued to be difficult so Jocelyn, Jocelyn Marie Combs, the mother of my three children, decided she would go back to work. Jocelyn had never really worked before, even though she had a degree in business from UCLA, finding work in this economy without experience would be difficult. So, she accepted a job working evenings waiting tables and doing banquet work for the Westin Hotel. A good family friend, knowing our situation, was the Maître D and able to get Jocelyn work.
For the last three-and-a-half weeks she has been coming home around midnight and always exhausted. After working 7-8 hours on her feet, carrying trays and cleaning tables, it was easy to understand why she was always interested in showering and going to bed as soon as she got home. Our sex life, effectively, seemed to end. I bit my lip when this happened reminding me that, being out of work, there wasn't much Jocelyn could do but it was important for our family to have the income. I reasoned we would get through this period and we would once again become a family when I found work.
I was optimistic, I had set out many resumes and had a couple of interviews scheduled, but was realistic and patient, knowing something would eventually turn up. So I put my energies into taking care of the children, ages 9, 11 and 13. I cleaned the house, cooked evening meals and made took on several projects around the house like painting the kitchen, repairing cracks in the stucco, repairing leaky faucets and cleaning out the garage. Even though I was missing the love and affection of my lovely wife I was being productive and knew this time would pass.
I returned to the image on my oversized monitor. As I registered with the website I used the name sophist801. Since I did not have time to really thing about a clever user name this came to mind. Socrates was a sophist. The sophist was a teacher who used dialogue and the telling of stories as a way to teach. The dialogue was the primary way for a sophist to get the student to think about the underlying values of a particular lesson.
"Hello luv. How r u?" Now that I had a good, clear image of the middle aged woman on the screen there was no doubt it was my wife Jocelyn. I had gone on line to vicariously relieve some of the sexual tension that had built up over the last few weeks and now, now I was not in the least bit aroused. In fact I was repulsed.
"Not so good. Alone and horny!" I was going to lead her along, record everything, and then provide her with a clear message.
"Sorry sweetie, r u a teacher?" She knew what a sophist is from my ramblings about philosophical concepts and through discussions about dialectical behavior. I winced as she so easily called me sweetie, an endearment she'd used for me for so many years. It was also odd that I could not remember her using the endearment for quite some time.
"Yep. Gonna show me something?" There was no hesitation as Jocelyn wiggled around on what looked like a thatches mat. There were large pastel colored pillows for her to sit on and play peek-a-boo with her watchers. Her bra and thong came off quickly and were carefully laid to her side. I'd never seen the underwear before and was getting angry she'd never worn them for me.
