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 hot. 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?

I continued to watch and record until she became lost in herself. I looked on in amazement as she placed her legs up on the table giving the camera full view of her shaved pussy. On the monitor you could see that black cock sliding into her white pussy. The contrast was obvious, and her moaning told everyone that she was enjoying this episode with her lover.

It was when she started wildly fucking herself that I lost it and entered the room. The PC camera was locked on her pussy, so her lover didn't see me standing behind her. Her eyes were closed as she was violently pumping the dildo in and out of her pussy. I stood next to her and took photos as she was closing in on an orgasm. I could tell he was encouraging her to fuck herself harder as she violently pushed that black thing deep inside her dripping wet cunt. I could only imagine what he was saying to her while she fucked herself with his lifelike dick. I'm sure it gave him power and a feeling of control, but all that power and satisfaction was about to end.

After all our years together, I knew when Lonnie was getting close to an orgasm and I knew it would be coming shortly as she started to whimper and shake, and that's when I made my move. Dropping the pretense of stealth, I moved behind her chair and saw the shock on the man's face as he realized she was no longer alone. Before he could say a word and warn her, I violently jerked the chair backwards. It seemed as though things were now moving in super slow motion as the chair and my wife fell to the floor with a loud crash.

Lonnie was dazed and confused as she was now laying on her back, staring up at the ceiling with her legs spread eagle. The dildo was still in her pussy, and her hands flailing in the air as she tried to comprehend what had happened. I took a photo of her laying there with the dildo still inside her cheating pussy.

It took her several seconds to get her bearings, and when she saw me standing there, she let out what I can only explain as a primal scream. After the initial shock and the screams, she closed her eyes and shook her head back and forth as she yelled out -- "No, No, No. Please God, No!"

I noticed her lover frantically speaking but still couldn't hear his words, and that's when I saw one of the earbuds on the floor, which fell out during her fall. I picked up the earbud off the floor and looked right at the camera and said, "I'm coming for you next, Michael. I can't wait to meet your wife and kids and let them know what kind of father and husband they have. In fact, I can't wait to tell everyone at your church and school how you broke up our marriage."

Glaring down at my wife, I'm not proud of what I did next, but the rage and anger I held within me brought me to this dark place. At that moment I showed my wife the level of disrespect she had earned. What I did next would be a moment in our history together that neither of us will ever forget.

Yes, my overweight, middle aged, loving wife was floundering on the floor with the large black dildo still stuffed inside her pussy. I watched in disgust as she tried to get up and regain her balance.

That was the moment I did the unthinkable. With an overwhelming urge to relieve my bladder, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. With my foot pressed firmly on her chest holding her down I unleashed a healthy stream of piss all over her face, mouth, and hair, saturating her with the nasty smell of my fresh urine. For our entire time together, I had never treated my wife with any disrespect and did nothing but love her, but immediately after relieving myself, I was torn between feeling bad because I enjoyed pissing on her, and the satisfaction I felt for doing it, all at the same time. Yeah, after some more thought I admitted to myself that I felt more satisfaction than regret.

Then I saw the man on the screen watching in horror as I turned to him and spoke loudly enough for the microphone to pick my conversation. "Well Pastor Michael, I hope you enjoyed the show. You may want to call your wife, because ten minutes ago she received the video file of you two from last week which I recorded on this computer. Soon your wife, school board, your church council and the congregation, and maybe even your children will all know all about your affair. You're nothing but another low-life pervert, getting a married woman to have sex with you, live on camera. I took the liberty of recording today's session as well, but I won't release it just yet. If my cheating wife does not sign the divorce papers, then yes, I will upload them to a porn site and share the links with every person we both know."

Then turning to my crying wife, I continued. "Did you know your fuck buddy was a married man? His real name is Michael Wellington, not Carter. He's married with six children and to top it off, he's a Pastor -- a man of God. Both of you disgust me. Your divorce papers are on the kitchen table. Have an attorney review them, and I'm not going to negotiate. Sign them as is, or your entire family will get to watch the video with your black lover. I'll make sure our children get copies. I can only imagine what everyone will think when they find out you're nothing but a size queen whore for black men. This would be hilarious if it wasn't so goddamn sad. Twenty plus years, what a fucking waste!"

At this point Lonnie was finally able to roll off the chair. She saw the disgust on my face as the large black dildo slipped out of her used cunt and rolled onto the floor. The face I made must have looked horrified as she started crying, and begging me to forgive her. "I'm sorry, this is nothing, I swear." All the standard BS, but I saw and heard enough. I walked over to the PC, removed the external USB drive that recorded the event. I then turned and left her there on her knees, wiping all my urine off her face as she cried into her hands, begging me to stay.

I could see the Pastor was screaming into the monitor, but there was still no sound. It was comical to see his cartoonish rage knowing I just destroyed his entire life. Oh well, fuck with the bull... you get the horns.

My truck was packed and I had everything I needed. I left without looking back, still wondering what the hell caused such a change in Lonnie, but I knew I couldn't stay around and needed to get away before I hurt someone. I moved into a small studio on a month-to-month lease until I figured out what I was going to do.

Attorney's Office

The next day I met with my attorney, Victoria Johnson. I was determined to divorce my wife and I wasn't being nice in my demands. Victoria told me I couldn't blackmail her into signing the agreement and if I released the videos I would most likely be looking at a criminal action. I told her I didn't care and that I was not going to negotiate. I wanted 80% of all our earnings and savings, including 80% of the sale of the house. Absolutely no support or maintenance and no contact.

"Look, Harold, I'll present this. but I don't think they will go for such a one-sided agreement. It's highly unlikely they will agree, but I'll do as you wish and we'll see what happens."

A week later, I got a call from Victoria. Somewhat surprised she said my wife would sign the agreement as is, but not until I gave her a private meeting for thirty minutes.

I told her no way, but she convinced me to meet this one time, explaining that it would all be over and it wouldn't kill me to talk to her at least one time. "After all your years of marriage, you need to do this. Look, speaking to you as a friend, I can see how hurt and angry you are and I can also tell you're not thinking clearly. Just, do this meeting and let's see where it goes from there. Okay?"

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Of course, the children didn't know what had happened and felt helpless being so far away. All they knew is that mom and dad had a fight, an extremely big fight. So big, that dad moved out and filed for divorce. They wanted to come home and try to fix things but the girls coming home was the last thing she wanted right now, and convinced them to give their dad some time and he'd cool off. She didn't believe her words but did not want her children to know why their dad had left her.

The Meeting

Two weeks after the incident I was at my attorney's office sitting nervously in the conference room waiting for Lonnie's lawyer to arrive to negotiate the divorce agreement we proposed but I didn't expect Lonnie to be present during the meeting, but since I refused to take her calls, she knew this was her only chance to speak with me. An ambush wasn't ideal, but bad times sometimes call for drastic action.

We heard voices coming towards the conference room and then the door opened and Lonnie just burst in with arms opened wide trying to catch me in a hug.

"Harold, I've missed you so much. I'm sorry about all this and I know it's all my fault."

Shocked by her presence and embarrassed by her outburst I took a step back and held her away at arm's length. Her face contorted to the realization that I was not as excited to see her as she hoped. Our attorney had seen this all before and left us alone to talk, before the meeting. I sat down on the other side of the table and she finally took a seat across from me.

She kept repeating herself, "Harold, I've missed you. Why didn't you answer any of my calls? I told you that I was sorry."

I shook my head with an evil laugh, "You're sorry? Well OK then, I guess we can just go back to how things were. I mean, you're sorry so I should just forget everything you said and did." I paused for affect and then continued in a low voice, "Do you think that little of me, dear wife? You disrespected me in my own home, did things with another man you never would do for me. I watched you act like a slut, tell a man you loved him and wanted his cock. Hell, you even invited him to visit. Yes, and more painful than seeing all that was listening to all your conversations and every word you said about us and me as your husband. I have never been so humiliated in my entire life. I've been asking myself what I did to deserve that level of disrespect ever since I found out that you're a common slut."

"Baby, you have to believe me, I felt nothing for that man. I'm not a slut. I got carried away and said things I didn't mean and until I heard them on the recording, I never realized I had even said those things. You have to know that I've been sick about it ever since I saw the videos and realized what I did. It just happened, and I hate myself for getting caught up in it.

She took a deep breath and calmed herself as she continued, "Once it started and kept escalating, it became exciting and something I'd never dreamed of doing. I became someone else, not your loving wife, and I can understand how angry you are with me. I even understand why you want to divorce me, but I'm begging you to reconsider. Please give me another chance. I've never been with another man our entire marriage, I swear. I never even thought about cheating on you, I've always loved you but the online fling felt like something different. Kind of a fantasy that got carried away."

I smirked and said, "That's a good story, but I'll never be able to get the sight of you with your lover's life like dildo inside your pussy. You know the one he had molded just for you?"

I saw her eyes tearing up as she continued, "I can't imagine what you felt like, seeing me like that. I'm disgusted with myself. Harold, you know that's not who I am. Can't you understand that?"

"Lonnie, I'll tell you what I'll do. You will tell the kids that you had an affair and that's why I'm divorcing you, nothing else needs to be said. If you do that I'll agree to the 50/50 split. If not, I'm going after 80/20 and will expose you to everyone you know if you don't accept the offer. I'm being more than generous here."

"No, I won't tell a half truth or lie again. I'll tell them exactly what happened. Nothing. Nothing but a stupid old woman getting caught up in an online affair. No sex with anyone else ever. Yes, it was wrong and I hurt you and I live forever being sorry for that. Look, I've started seeing a therapist and she's been helping me. This is not uncommon as you might believe and she explained how it happens"

That pissed me off, "Nothing happened? That's your reasoning? Well, then I guess I'll just show them the videos. This way they can decide if you cheated on our marriage or not. How does that sound, Lonnie?"

Look, I'm begging you to give us some time. Don't go through with the divorce just yet. Come to my therapy session and listen to what she has to say. We've had so many good years together, ending it like this would be so sad for you, me, the kids and our family. We all make stupid mistakes in life, and I'm just asking for some time before you dump me. Just keep in mind that I've never let another man physically touch me, ever. Yes, I got screwed up mentally, but my body still belongs to you. By the way, nice touch with urinating on me like that. I still can't believe you did something so degrading, but as disgusting as that was it made me realize how bad I had fucked up, because I know you would never have done anything to hurt me or disrespect me like that. That was a clear signal on how badly I messed up, and I swear I'll never do anything like that again. Please, give us a chance."

Her words did have an impact on my feelings. The anger I was carrying somehow faded a little after hearing her pleas for forgiveness. "Yeah, I'd like to say I'm sorry about that but the alternative would have been for me to drag you by hair to my truck, and dump your fat ass in the middle of the Everglades."

I took a deep breath and slowly let it out as I stared at my hands on the table in front of me. "Look, you're right, and I've been acting out of anger. I'm trying to move on but after all our years together I'm struggling. I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll hold off on filing for divorce but I won't be coming home. I need time away, a separation of sorts. I still want you to sign the 50/50 divorce paperwork out of good faith. We will let the attorney keep them in his safe and will use them if we can't work things out. I've already signed the documents so if we both decide we can't get back where we were, I'll have him file them with the court. In the meantime, we can work on things with a six-month separation. No contact with each other, we live apart and pay our own bills during this time. This will give us time to heal and work on our issues. You can start therapy and I can work on getting past this mess that you've created."

I saw some relief on her face as I continued, "Yes, I think I will attend your therapy meetings with you, as I would love to find out why you did this. One more thing, you will tell our kids exactly what happened or I will show them the video and the audio files. You can leave out the disgusting details, but that has to happen before I agree to anything. They need to know why I'm not living with you and I refuse to be the bad guy. I think it would be better coming from you.

Without any hesitation she replied, "OK, I'll do it, but do we really need to do the separation? Won't it be better if we worked out things together? I'll do anything as long as you give me a chance to make this up to you, but you have to agree to move back home if we're going to make this work. Please, forgive me and my stupidity, and stay with me. I never loved anyone but you and nothing I said on those recordings meant anything, I swear."

"Well, whether you meant what you said or not, your comments hurt me deeply. Honestly, I'm not sure how I can get past what I heard you say, or what I had to watch and endure, I'm not sure I can forgive you and keep suppressing the desire to strangle you and dump your body in the swamp. But if I can find a way to accept things and understand what happened we might have a chance. As far as I know, you haven't physically been with another man, which is why I even agreed to meet with you today. But this was an affair, no matter how you try to spin it. It won't be easy and I imagine I may say things in anger at you. I'm sure that things will be different between us if we get back together."

She nodded and spoke softly, "I understand, and I just want a chance to show you that you can trust me again."

Trust? I thought to myself and then my anger got the better of me as I lashed out. "Really? You've lied to me and denied me sex for weeks. You've done things with your online lover that you swore you'd never do with me because they were perverted and disgusting. You actually called me a pervert. So if you're serious about making it up to me, strip naked and bend over the table so I can fuck you right now." She looked at me like I was insane.

I knew that wasn't going to happen. What the Hell, it was worth a try.

After our talk I called in both attorneys and told them my plans with the divorce but was not about to move back into that house just yet. I want separation papers and we will be living apart for the time being. This will give us the freedom to decide our future together. We will be free from one another until we decide our future."

She was shocked because I hadn't mentioned the separation agreement until that moment, "Does that mean you'll be with someone else?"

"Lonnie, that's not my intention but that is a possibility for both of us. The time apart will help us determine if we want to continue exclusively, with one another again. Look, either you agree to this or I'll continue with the divorce, it makes no difference to me. Oh, and one other thing. If by some miracle we get back together, there will be a Postnuptial agreement to protect me from you betraying our marriage again."

I think she finally realized how bad things were. Those words cut deep, which caused tears to well up in her eyes. She got the message and realized that it was going to be my decision on her future. The message was clear, it was my way or the highway.

Nodding, she said to her attorney, "Yes, I'll do whatever he wants."

As we sat at the table with the papers in front of us, I spoke, "Well Lonnie, this is all because of your actions. I'm sorry it's come to this, but you have nobody to blame but yourself. Sign the paperwork and we will both have our freedom for the next six months."

With tears in her eyes, she signed the papers and then looked up at me, "I'm sorry. Please come back home. I need you there."

"Really? I can play the recordings where you said the exact opposite."

That was last we spoke as the separation period had started. We left separately and started our time apart.

Two months later -- Revenge

My kids were troopers and didn't get in the middle of our conflict. They kept me up to speed with their mother and called me every day giving me encouragement to stay strong. They reported that mom was sad and missed me and regretted everything. They said she's been going to the gym and trying to get her life back in shape. She told the kids that she wishes she could talk to me or that I would answer her calls and text messages, just once because she really misses me and just wants to hear my voice.

I missed our life together but not the drama or the last year, and at that point I wasn't really wasn't sure of the future. During those two months I wanted to finalize my revenge on Pastor Michael. To my dismay his wife did not kick him out and the church did not sanction him and covered for his sins. This wasn't right and I was not going to let him get off that easy.

One drunken night I decided to enact an evil plan that might get me in trouble but didn't care. My anger toward this guy was still preventing me from moving on with my life. I edited the videos into one 5-minute clip and blurred out Lonnie's face. I then posted it to an off shore XXX website and with so many options, I continued to work on my next move.

The community was still unaware of Michaels perversions and I was hell bent on ruining his life as he did mine. So, I drove several hours to his hometown and checked into a hotel near his church. That Saturday night I visited the church and found exactly what I was looking for. A large bulletin board in the vestibule. I took out the color flyer I created and pinned it to a plain site. The large letters announced a Video Premiere of Pastor Michael with the website address to the site and his video. I then went into several pews and placed postcard sized announcements in the readers. I knew it would only take one member to see this and the news would spread like wildfire.

Sure enough, that Sunday one of the high school kids opened the link during the sermon and gasped when the video was planned. Everyone turned to look at the boy who was in sock as seeing his Pastor in the sex video. That's when the commotion that started to erupt during the religious ceremony, which promptly ended with the Pastor escaping to his office as the congregation turned into an angry mob.

The news and the website link spread to his school and the entire town. That's when the wife decided to file for divorce. Michael had to finally leave town with his reputation in tatters. No school would hire him again, no church would touch him, and the restraining order the wife placed stopped him from seeing his children. Michel needed to find work in order to support his wife and kids as the divorce agreement dictated. He ended up working 12 hours a day for a roofer, as it was the only company that would hire him.

5 Months Later

I learned about the fall out a month later and felt a level of satisfaction for the man that preyed on my wife's weakness and destroyed my happy world. The revenge sparked a new me. My kids even noticed my new attitude and commented that I seemed happier and wanted to know what was going on. I told them I'm in a better place and happy again. They wanted to know about getting back with mom and I told them I'm working on that as well.

Lonnie continued to try to talk, but I declined and reminded her of our 6-month agreement. We haven't talked or seen each other for over 5 months and it was closing in on six months and I decided to attend one of her therapy sessions.

Lonnie was so happy to hear from me and told me how much she missed me and thought of me every second of the day. She told me she got her life back together and would be the best wife ever if I came back to her. I got the information for her therapist and we met that Thursday.

I almost didn't recognize Lonnie. She was 25 pounds lighter, with a new blonde hairstyle and was fashionably dressed. She looked amazing and ten years younger. Apparently, she spent the past six months working on herself and getting back in shape. I must have looked dumbstruck as she giggled and asked, "Notice anything different?"

After closing my mouth at the sight of this this beautiful creature I was somehow able to say a full sentence. "Wow, I didn't recognize you. You look... amazing. I mean, you're gorgeous."

Her answer surprised me, and then I saw the biggest smile on her blushing face when she said, "Thank you. I'm glad you noticed. I did this for you, Harold. I've spent the last five months working on my insecurities and body to show you how serious I am about getting back together."

I was now looking at her in a different light, and for the first time I did believe she was sorry for what had happened. I also realized I was going to have to hit the gym, just to keep up her. The therapy sessions did help. Both of them were able to help me understand what caused the online affair, how common it was.

The therapist helped and explained, "Lonnie understands that even though there was no physical relationship it was still an affair. There is no excuse that will satisfy what happened. but explained that Lonnie was depressed with her looks and turning 50. The online affair boosted her confidence and the new things she tried gave her a sense of youth and feeling desirable. That is not an excuse but it might help answer the question you must have -- why? She never stopped loving you, and she knows it was wrong. You have a choice now, but before you decide on your future, let's meet a few more times and get everything out in the open"

End of the Separation Period

Now, six months after confronting her it was time to decide on our future. We arranged to meet at our favorite restaurant and discuss our path forward. Lonnie wore a stunning short black dress which also displayed her wonderful breasts, which I've missed so much. She was dressed to win me over and with her new body and upscale looks, it was working. After our second glass of wine, I started the conversation.

"Lonnie, these last six months have given me time to consider what I want for my future."

Her face looked concerned until I said, "I still love you Lonnie and want to give us another chance."

The smile on her face lit up the room and reached out for my hand.

"Not so fast. If we get back together there will be some big changes, and you'll be singing that Post Nuptial Agreement I mentioned."

Still smiling she said, "I'll be happy to sign anything you want. What other changes?"

"Well, before you cheated on me, our sex life had been plain vanilla, at best. You may remember calling me a pervert or a degenerate when I asked you to do things you freely did with your boyfriend?"

"Harold, don't start that. We discussed this in therapy and you know he wasn't my boyfriend."

"Yeah, you're right. I shouldn't have said that, and I'm sorry. Guess it's pretty obvious I'm still messed up over this. Anyway, like I was saying, you were hardly ever in the mood, and when we did get together, it felt like you were just doing me a favor. Those recordings? They proved it. But that's done now. Back then, I had things I wanted to try, and you shot them down. If I come back, though, things are gonna change. I'll expect you to bring the same energy you gave that online guy, whatever I want, no excuses. You were all in for him, Lonnie, so now you're gonna be that for me, and only me. If I catch you flirting or doing anything that doesn't pass the 'wife test,' I'm out. I'm not here for disrespect -- not from you, not from anyone."

She sat there listening to my words but she knew I was right and remained quiet as I finished telling her how things would change. To her credit she waited until I was done and spoke in a low contrite voice,

"I'll do whatever you want, and I'll never take you for granted again. I swear, I'll be the best wife I can be and I'll make you happy. I lost my mind when I got caught up in those chat rooms. I became overwhelmed by all the dirty talk, which I never liked before. Something happened that I can't explain and I'll forever regret what I did. Seeing the pain in your face when you saw me that day will forever be etched in my memory. I'm sure what you saw will also be something you will have to live with but I can't take it back. It happened, and I'm sorry but believe me I never would have been with anyone else physically. In my mind, I told myself it wasn't cheating since there was no contact, but I know better and I betrayed you and disrespected you with hurtful words, but you have to believe me I never meant anything I said to him. It was just words, I never felt that way, I swear. The crazy game made me do and say things I would never have before. I'll say this one last time -- I am so sorry for what I did and I beg you to forgive me. I'll sign any documents and anything you want, but give us another chance."

After that meeting and all the calls from my kid begging me to give her another chance. Since she never met with anyone else during those six months of self-reflection, I felt all the anger and pain I was carrying wash away. I know this will sound hard to believe, but after some time has passed the hot white anger I felt subsided. At first my ego would not allow me to release my anger, but now, when I remember watching my middle aged, overweight wife on the floor, struggling to get up with that disgusting thing in her pussy, I found it comical, almost funny. I know how that sounds, but that visual would make an hysterical meme -- something like, "It's not over until the Fat Lady's dildo falls out." I know, I'm an idiot but hey, I just a guy.

But now, seeing her almost thirty pounds lighter, with a new hair style and made up to impress, I knew I would give her another chance. I believe she realizes how close she came to being a middle-aged divorced woman and would not stray again, especially with the aggressive post nuptial agreement I put together leaving her destitute if she messes up again.

Epilogue

We did have more tearful sessions with the therapist and I decided to drop the divorce and move back home after she agreed to my terms. The post-nup was the first part of my demands. I explained that I would expect the same level of sexual activity that she was so willing to share with Michael. Including blow jobs on demands, anal, or anything else I requested. Now that I was aware she had a slutty side to her, she would agree to do whatever I wanted if we got back together.

The first night back in our home, Lonnie did not need any coaching and was a wildcat in bed. She wore the sexiest nightgown, garters, stockings, high heels, and a push up bra accentuating her large breast and sexy body. My mouth dropped open as I saw the sexiest woman in the world. She did not wait for me to act and removed my shirt, unbuckled my belt, lowered my pants and took out my now hard cock. It's been six months and my manhood needed some serious relief.

She got to her knees, and for the first time in our marriage aggressively made love to my hard cock with her mouth. Lonnie was also horny for begging alone at that time, and wasn't going to go slow as she took my entire cock into her mouth and down her throat all at once. She then slowly backed off and started wildly bobbing up and down on my cock, getting me harder than I had ever been in a long time.

When she was ready, she stood up, took my cock in her hand, and led me to the bed where she laid down, spread her legs, and looked up at me with a sexy smile and said, "Fuck me, Baby. Make me yours again."

Well, I didn't need any more coaxing. I leaped on top of her and slid my hard cock into her dripping pussy. I smiled when I heard her let out wonderful moans of excitement which made me crazy. Something new she had added was her dirty talk during our love making. She indeed was a new woman, full of sexual desire and love. She was now freely giving all of herself without being asked.

After that night, I never had to bring up sex again. She always took care of me, keeping me content and fulfilled, even on days when I wasn't feeling up for it. Looking back, her online fling almost felt like a strange gift. It sparked something fresh and thrilling between us. We both knew it couldn't happen again, and the line was clear -- if she had ever crossed into anything physical with him, we'd be done. I managed to let go of the whole virtual sex thing, though it still lingered in the back of my mind, a quiet reminder of how weak and vulnerable people can be.

"We are all just one mistake away from losing everything, and one grace away from reclaiming it"

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