My love for Jocelyn was still there, it was just now haunted by the feeling I could not trust her to put her family first. No, it was more than a trust issue. I suddenly felt like I simply did not know her and she did not know me. Had she really thought I would be OK with her spreading her hairy cunt for strangers? No, I just was not supposed to ever know what she was doing, was I?
If she came in that evening I did not hear her. It wasn't until I crawled out of bed to sounds of three boisterous kids all screaming the mommy-mommy-why-are-you-sleeping-here? By the time I was on my way down stairs Jocelyn was making coffee and I noticed the blanket and pillow on the futon in the den. The kids were just happy to see their mother and disappear into the family room with their fruit loops and to fight over what cartoons to watch on TV.
Pouring myself a cup of coffee I sat at our dining room table and let my gaze fall on the pondless waterfall we had built a couple of years ago. When it was even half way nice outside we often enjoyed sitting outside, sipping coffee or wine and just listening to the gurgling water. Now I used the water fall to hold my gaze and help me concentrate.
"Bobby, I'm so sorry you . . ."
"Sorry I caught you cheating?"
"I never cheated on you!" She had convinced herself what she was doing, probably because she never saw things from my vantage, wasn't cheating. Her argument was nothing more than a matter of semantics.
"OK, say I send the DVD to you mother, sister, my brother, and Father Ho (our parish priest's name really is Father Ho) and if they agree with you I will concede you did not break your vows. Because if you even begin to argue with me that is exactly what I am going to do." I was dead serious. I would send copies of the DVD to many, many people and ask one simple question. If Jocelyn was your wife would you consider what she is doing on this CD an act of infidelity?
"You recorded me?"
"Yes. Not only did you cheat on me, with who knows how many nameless men, you also did things for them you never did for me and you made it clear I could never satisfy you!" I spit these words at her with such distaste that it made me wonder what had happened to my wife. Jocelyn would never have let me talk to her like this.
"If that is how you feel, that no one can fuck you as good as a stranger, then you need to leave now. If you choose to stay then you are probably going to be spending the rest of your life trying to convince me I do satisfy you. And then there is the issue about giving your ass, you fat hairy ass, to another man and not me. If you did not mean what you said how are you going to ever convince me?" I stopped to sip my coffee and gaze out the window. I was having a difficult time even looking at her.
"Bobby, you know it was all an act! You know that is what I had to do to get tipped, to make a little money!" It was true, even I knew this, that the more seductive and slutty you are when on a webcam the more private shows and money you make.