Logging into our shared webcam account to surprise her, I found myself face-to-face with a shocking truth. My wife, usually so coy, was live on cam, her body language betraying none of the guilt she should have felt. She was talking dirty, stroking her thighs, and leaning back, her fingers dancing along her wet slit. I watched, frozen, as she brought herself to the brink, her moans filling our bedroom, now exposed to god knows who. The video was live, and I was powerless to stop it.