I was furious when I discovered my husband had been looking at porn on his computer. I know most men do but I think it cheapens real life experience and he always told me he wasn't interested. I accidentally woke Paul's PC from sleep mode when I was dusting and tidying in his study. The screen lit up with rows of boxes filled with images of naked women and couples while bright banners flashed GET LAID TONIGHT or FUCK A MILF. Arghhh I screamed in silence, how could he? I decided to check his history. Holy crap it was full of porn. A few visits to the BBC news, football and the odd work related site but mostly porn. Should I look at some of this stuff? No, why demean myself. It was obvious it was all filth. As I scrolled through page after page it seemed he had two or three favourite sites and that watching Guzzler223 or Horny4U was a typical evenings entertainment for Paul. I wondered what Playsir and Newlywed had to offer that I didn't? I clicked one of the boxes, the page said off line. I tried another, this time GentlemansRelish which Paul seemed to have visited most of the previous evening. This page opened on to what looked like a video of a man sitting in an armchair in his living room. His face was in shadow and not directly to camera but he looked to be in his mid fifties with silver gray hair. His white shirt was unbuttoned and hanging open. He had a keyboard on his lap and was busy typing away. The right hand side of the screen was filling up with comments saying hello and asking if he was horny. It dawned on me that this was live and not some video recording. I felt as if I had stepped uninvited into a room full of strangers. A muted ping made me jump and a message box opened in the bottom right corner. “Hi Paul, glad you could join me,” I froze, this suddenly felt very weird. “Didn't think you were free today.” I stared at the screen not sure what to do. “Don't be shy Paul, I know you are there.” “Not Paul” I typed. “Well you are very welcome, who are you” “Karen, what is this is about” “About? Well its whatever you want really, here guys will do pretty much anything you ask them too, especially if you are wiling to join in. Why dont you turn your cam on and have a chat with me.” “How do I do that.” “Press the Broadcast button in the top right corner” My stomach tightened and I wondered if this could be real. I clicked on the button and immediately a second screen opened alongside the man. In it I could see myself leaning over the desk. “Who are you?” I typed. “I'm the Gent, Karen, I have heard a lot about you, only good stuff I assure you.” “How do I know you're real?” “Usually folks say 'wave' and then I wave but I can do more interesting stuff”. “Wave” I said, the man smiled, lifted his hand and waved. A voice from the laptop spoke directly to me “we can talk too if you want, I can hear you”. “This is creepy” I said, he laughed. “It gets better, why dont we have some fun”. “I'm not sure what you mean”. “Well how about I show you what I have under here?” I felt a rush of excitement, “OK” I said. “Good, but first you have to turn around and show me that lovely arse of yours.” I hoped he could not see me blush, no one had spoken to me like that in a long time. “Like this you mean?” I said turning and sticking out my bum. “Mmm, very nice, why dont you bend over? You look gorgeous.” I did what he said. I hoped he would say he liked it again. “Lovely, I bet you have sexy underwear on as well”. The knots in my stomach tightend, “not sure I should do that” I mumbled. “Hey beautiful, don't worry, you can, I think you want to, look your making me excited”, he lifted his hand from his lap and I saw the bulge in his underpants. “Just pull them down a little for me, please” he said, “I would love to see.” My heart raced, my fingers shook as I fumbled with the button and zipper of my jeans and slowly I pulled them down off my hips and let him see my white knickers. “Do you like” I whispered. “Mmm, very sexy. I love them. You are a good girl arn't you?” “Yes, I am” I whispered again. “I have never done this before.” “Your doing great babe, you are making Daddy hard, now slowly, be a very good girl and push them to one side, let me see” I did what he said. “That's good. Are you wet, I think you are?” I knew I was, “yes” I murmered, “very”. “Good, now slip your finger inside, open your flower and let me see.” Rubbing with my finger I gently parting the lips and felt the warm tightness inside. I couldn't think when I had been this wet before. A complete stranger was watching me expose and touch myself and I wanted him to see everything. He slipped off his pants and started stroking up and down the long curve of his erection, the head glistening as he pulled his foreskin backwards and forwards. I wanted him inside me so badly. “I know you like a big cock, don't you” “Yes”, I said, “you look amazing” “I want you to cum for me Karen” I rubbed harder, desperate to obey and satisfy this man. His soft voice encouraged and commanded me. I arched back thrusting my self towards the camera. The screen filled with my wet pussy and my fingers pushing deep inside. Later that evening as we sat in the living room watching TV Paul looked up from his mobile and smiled at me, “the Gent sent a text, he says you were amazing, apparently you had over five hundred viewers”.