Nothing at all was said about this new pastime of Sophie’s. It was true that Barry, was appalled at his wife’s filthy interests, but in spite of this, their loving relationship didn’t alter.
At first, when trawling the porno sites in her husband’s presence, Sophie refrained from “chatting” with the various men who contacted her on those sex sites. As time went on though, she began to sometimes exchange brief messages, and later, she abandoned all consideration for her husband’s sensibilities, and carried on sordid written exchanges with anyone who contacted her.
This sort of thing having just begun, and seeing his wife rattling away at the keyboard, Barry asked his wife what she was so busy typing at.
“Oh just replying to a couple of men who are messaging me,” she had replied in an offhand and unconcerned manner.
“Humph,” her husband had grunted in contempt, “I can just imagine the sort of filth that they’d be saying to you too.”
Sophie had simply laughed gaily in reply, and said, “yes.”
Eventually Sophie’s typing stopped, and she got up from the computer, telling her husband that she was going for a shower.
After his wife had been gone a few minutes, Barry quietly got up and went to the door and listened. Yes, he could hear the water running and knew that his wife wouldn’t be back for some time. He then went to the computer, which his wife had left with her messaging still open.
Scrolling up the screen to the commencement, he began to read the absolute filth that the two men had been telling his wife: how they’d both fuck her together and how they’d have her suck their cocks, no detail was omitted from their explicit descriptions, and more shocking for Barry, was his wife’s disgusting and encouraging responses.
Some time later, Sophie returned, and immediately noticed that the position of the computer page had altered slightly. She smiled at the realisation that her husband had been reading her dirty talk and knew exactly what she’d been up to.
“Did you like reading my computer chat,” she asked in a soft, sexy voice as she sat down close to him and slid her tongue into his ear as her hand slid up the inside of her thigh.
“I wish you wouldn’t do that sort of thing, especially talking to those sorts of men,” her husband complained.
Sophie just laughed, and going back to the computer, looked to see if she had any sexy messages from other men.
There was never any specific event that developed this queer relationship in their marriage, it just gradually developed. Barry was too scared of losing his wife’s affections, and too weak to make a stand and put a stop to her on line sexual activities which he found so disgusting and so demeaning to himself.
Soon, on the odd occasions when he complained about what she was doing, Sophie would tease him, telling him of the huge cocks that her men friends had, and of how they all wanted to fuck her so that she could know what a real man was like. Barry felt so belittled and such a weakling when his wife talked like this, and so, he soon stopped mentioning anything about what his wife was doing.
Time passed, and Sophie and Barry’s first wedding anniversary was approaching. Barry had it in mind to take his wife out for a nice romantic dinner to mark the event. A few days before the date though, Sophie announced to him that she’d been invited to a party, and that it was on the very day of their anniversary.
“But it’s our first anniversary,” Barry complained in dismay.
Sophie just laughed and said, in an offhand manner that they could go out another day. She then, in answer to her husbands questions, told him that the party was with a number of people from the internet sex site that she visited.
Barry was horrified but didn’t complain for fear of being subjected to aspersions regarding his lack of sexual manhood. He anguished over the thought of his wife going to see such people, and then, on the evening of their anniversary, when he saw his wife dressing in her sexiest and skimpiest clothing, he was thrown into total despondency and mental anguish.
Soon Sophie was leaving, and went off in a state of gaiety and excitement, kissing her husband as she went, and telling him, “don’t worry darling, I still love you,” but then couldn’t help but add, “even though you’re not a good fuck,” and went off giggling.
Barry spent the long hours that his wife was away, in mental torment. At midnight he began expecting her home, but the time slowly crept on and on and on. One o’clock, two o’clock, three o’clock.
It was almost three thirty when he finally heard a cab pull up at the front of the house. His wife was coming home. She looked radiantly happy when she entered the house. “Still up?” she giggled tipsily as she gave him a brief kiss.
Barry was despondent to see his wife so happy and carefree. “Did you have a good time?” he asked, already knowing what the answer would be.
“Oh, a wonderful, wonderful time,” Sophie replied as she sank onto the sofa and smiled at the remembrance of all that had taken place.
“Were there many there,” Barry then asked, his mind racked with jealousy and despair.
Sophie giggled happily, “no,” she tittered, “it was all a trick. There were only four others.”
“Two couples?” her husband suggested questioningly, unsure whether it was a good or a bad thing that there had been so few people.
“Oh no,” Sophie smiled as she stretched out luxuriously on the sofa, “just four men.”
Barry’s jaw dropped and he stared at his wife in dismay. “Four men,” he repeated, his mind tormented with wretched jealousy. “What were you doing the whole time?” he managed to stammer out.
Sophie giggled in her oh so happy, and so tipsy state, “don’t be silly sweetheart,” she answered, reaching up and pulling her husband closer to plant a kiss on his cheek, “what do you think happened.”
Barry groaned as if in pain. “and on our wedding anniversary of all nights,” he moaned.
Sophie’s adulterous affairs really took off after that. She went out frequently to be fucked by one or more of those four men. Sometimes they would even phone her, and she would have conversations with them within her husband’s hearing.
“Hello darling,” he would hear his wife saying when she heard who it was on the phone.
“Ooo, yes,” and lots of giggling from his wife would have him seething with jealousy at what he imagined they were talking about.
Once he heard her saying, “oh yes, he’s here,” and then “oh he isn’t very happy about it but he’s no good in bed ….. not like you darling,” followed by lots of giggling laughter between his wife and whoever it was she was talking to.
On one horribly humiliating occasion for Barry; he was out with his wife when they met up with one of these men. “Hello baby,” the guy had happily greeted Sophie, and had kissed her full on the lips right there before him.
“This is Barry, my husband,” Sophie had said by way of introduction.
“Hi,” the man had said, briefly turning his attention towards Barry and shaking his hand. The guy had then totally ignored him and turned his attention back to Sophie, “How about coming around tonight?” he’d asked Sophie who had then readily agreed.
“I’ll line up Charlie and Fred,” the guy had said. Then on Sophie showing such enthusiasm at this suggestion, the guy laughingly told her, “you love it three ways you sexy little slut.”
Sophie and the guy had again kissed, professing love for each other, then Sophie and her husband had then continued on their way, with Barry feeling totally belittled and humiliated by what had occurred.