Betrayal Ch. 01

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 couldn’t appreciate the beauty of this spectacle of nature, his eyes focused on the gold band he now twirled between his fingers. He couldn’t 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 it’s content’s 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 couldn’t help but laugh, as she jabbered on and on, about being useful again. “As if she wasn’t already!” 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 “Fred Flintstone”! 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, “Your job is dangerous enough, and it puts food on the table and a house over our heads!”

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 “Toy”.

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 “surfing” 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 “Cyber sex”. He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop on her conversation, but couldn’t 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 wasn’t a bathing beauty, yet she still had a nice figure, one that could still turn men’s 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 wasn’t 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 didn’t 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 “Glam” 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 risqué 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 “Cybering”; 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 wasn’t until he came home one night and noticed a file he couldn’t 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 wasn’t really interested in the movie after all. He didn’t 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 it’s 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 couldn’t 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.

He stood amazed as he watched her bring herself to a quivering orgasm. Then heard her say in a sultry voice, “My God, did I just cum! Do you like what you saw? MMMM, I have juice running all down my ass baby, can you see it?” He then watched, stunned, as she moved her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean for the camera. She was oblivious to the fact that he was watching, and he made no attempt to alert her to his presence. For almost twenty minutes he watched as she masturbated for the eyes of some unknown observer.

She was talking into the headset he had gotten her for work. The headset had a built in microphone so she could work without needing her hands for the phone. Now it was a way for her to describe what was going on, to this unseen person, what she was doing for the camera, in sluttish terms he never knew she had ever even known. He was mesmerized as she spoke, like a wanton slut, to the unknown observer. He heard her agree to something, and then watched as she raised a large red, jelly textured dildo to her pussy and slowly insert it.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she began to frantically fuck herself with it. The whole time moaning and describing how good it felt to the person watching her. She began pinching her own nipples, in response to some unheard command from her observer. She worked herself into a furious orgasm, as she twitched violently in the computer chair. Her moaning got louder and more intense as she reached an explosive orgasm. He could not take his eyes from the action that was unfolding before him.

As if she realized her mistake, Kelly looked at the clock above the computer table and said, “Oh shit! I gotta log off; his movie should be almost done. I don’t want him catching me like this! I’ll chat with you later, OK?” She quickly put the dildo back in a bag by her feet and began the process of shutting down the computer.

Before she looked at the door, he quietly closed it and made his way back to the sofa and the end of the movie he had been watching. He quickly chugged down another beer, confused and yet, entranced by the performance Kelly had just given. He wondered how long she had been giving these little shows? Were the pictures he had found, for him, or for this mysterious guy? He slammed down another beer with a quick gulp, as he heard Kelly making her way back to the living room.

“Hey honey, how was the movie?” she asked. He decided to play along as if he had not just witnessed her little performance. He was amazed that she could look so calm, after what he had just watched her do. There wasn’t a hair out of place; she had even gone to the length of putting on some more perfume, to cover up the scent of her excitement!

He decided to go along with her, and just mumbled something about the movie being OK. He asked her, “So, what about you? Anyone interesting online tonight?”

Kelly shrugged in a non-committal way and said, “Nah, not really. Same old bull, you know! “Can I have a pic? What are you wearing? Do you like sex?’ you know the drill!’ She slid in beside Brent and pulled his arm over her, as the movie came to an end. He could feel her heart racing through the thin T-shirt she was wearing, but decided to leave that fact go.

Once the movie ended, Brent suggested that it was perhaps time to go to bed. Kelly said she wasn’t tired and that maybe she would stay up to catch the news. She kissed Brent goodnight, as he slowly made his way back to the bedroom. He was stunned that she could act as if nothing had just happened. His mind began to reel, as he considered the possibility that she would hide something from him like this. With a shrug, he made his way into their bedroom. He stared at the ceiling with the vision of her little show playing over and over in his head.

It took some time to register the fact that she had not joined him yet. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand and noted that it was well past one am. He wondered what was keeping her? He got up and quietly walked back down the hall. The door to the computer room was again closed. He listened through the door for any sounds that might tell if she was on the computer, yet again.

He could distinctly make out the muffled sounds of her talking with someone. Again he quietly opened the door to listen in on what was going on. She was purring at something the person had suggested in her earphone. She never noticed him by the door peering in. Brent noted that she, again, was totally nude and had the camera on. He watched her silently as she talked to her unseen observer.

“Ohh, yeah that sounds like fun! I think I could do that yeah! Hold on while I move where you can see me!” she said into the mic. She moved back a little from the computer and again put her feet in a position to allow the viewer full access to an unobstructed view of her pussy and ass. He also heard the distinctive buzz of a vibrator, and watched as she began to rock back and forth in the chair. He could only assume she was using it as she was instructed by her viewer.

“No, he’s asleep! I’ve got as long as you want! He drank a lot of beers tonight so I can get as loud as I like, he’ll never wake up!” she told the person on the other end. “What else would you like me to use? I’ll do anything you ask Master!” she moaned, as she continued her assault on her pussy.

He was stunned at the word “Master” as it came form her mouth. For a moment he nearly decided to push in and break up her little show. Then something made him wait, to see just how far Kelly would go. He stood silently fuming, yet could not take his eyes off her. She was almost at the brink of another powerful orgasm; the chair began creaking wildly, as her need to reach her climax took over. Her head was pushed back into the headrest and her hips thrust out to meet every stroke of the vibrator, as she thrust it time and again into her quivering slash.

Brent could feel his own ragging hardness at the sight of his wife’s abandoned performance. He watched for the next ten minutes as she continued to pleasure herself with the vibrator, at times nearly screaming in pleasure. He wondered how she knew he wouldn’t awaken to this, and realized that he had gotten drunk a few nights in the past, and she must have done this before. The thought quickly ended his excitement, and his cock slowly went flaccid, fury taking over.

He listened again as she began asking her hidden “Master” what he wanted to see next. “I’ll do anything you tell me to. I only wish to please you Sir!” she purred at the mic.

The conversation went on like this for nearly twenty minutes, her agreeing to his questioning and her telling him her every desire. He came to find out that she had a dark fantasy about being gang raped, as her helpless husband was forced to watch. How she fantasized about being used by five or six men, while she was helplessly tied up. She even admitted that being made to watch Brent’s face as she was ravaged, would make it so much sweeter!

Brent slowly closed the door and walked, in a haze, back to the bedroom he once thought of as a place of comfort. He moved to the bed like a zombie, no feeling left in his empty life. The woman he had loved, the woman who for years had told him everything; now wished to humiliate him without so much as a thought as to his feelings. He smoked a cigarette, and just sat as if he had been hit with a sledgehammer.

That night had been only six months ago, Brent thought to himself. He looked at the sun making it’s way below the horizon; only the dim redness of the sinking sun now lit the dreary sky. He again thought back to the following months that brought him, inevitably to this point.

The weather had taken a turn for the worse, as the rainy season seemed to take on a life of it’s own. The work slowed to almost none, and Brent had to look for a part-time job to help with the bills. He decided that he would drive a cab at night, in case day work became available, on the few days that it didn’t rain. He didn’t want to loose his position if work became available! The cab job seemed to be a viable option, and Kelly agreed that the money would only help.

For nearly a month, the rain seemed to never end. He found himself working long shifts, to make up for the lost time on the job. Some nights he would work as many as fourteen hours to make up the difference. Kelly worked all day at home, and sometimes late into the night as well. Brent couldn’t be sure if all that was actually work, or if Kelly was still doing her nightly performances.

He tried a few times to call home, only to find the line busy. He knew that at three in the morning, she was not working. His mood darkened as he realized she was again, with her “Master”!

Brent decided it was time to find out just what Kelly was up to. He talked to any fare that knew about computers, anyone who might give him information on the working of one. He learned by trial and error how to navigate the computers systems, and what to look for, to find the sites that had been visited; and how long Kelly had actually been on at night, while he was working. He didn’t think of it as spying, as she had never told him what she did while he was gone! Soon he became adept at knowing how long Kelly had been on, and by accident one night, found out whom she had been talking to.