Caught with the Babysitter
Alyna and the kids are in the backyard. She has filled up the little plastic swimming pool and they’re fucking around, splashing each other and screaming. The kids like to do this on the weekends and it gives me thirty minutes to an hour of time when I don’t have to deal with them. On this particular day, I decide to use my weekly allotment of free time to sneak into the office and jerk off. I haven’t been able to jerk off during the middle of the day in a while, which seems like a special treat to me, and I also know that tonight I’ll have to rub Alyna’s back until she goes to sleep, and I won’t want to manifest the effort necessary for me to leave our bed and sneak into the office to jerk off. So this is likely the only time in the next twenty-four hours I’ll have free to blow a load.
I go into the office and drop the blinds that look out into the backyard. I can still kind of hear Alyna and the kids, which makes it a little weird, but I have no choice. I block them out and log in to NudeVista.com. I’m not in the mood for anything in particular, so I just click on the first thumbnail that looks good. It looks like a couple seducing a babysitter. Ever since we’ve had children, babysitter porn has become far more appealing to me than it ever was before.
I press PLAY on the clip and scroll through until I get to a part in which the young babysitter is riding the guy’s dick while the wife, who’s the same age as the guy, alternately licks his balls and the babysitter’s asshole. I unbutton my pants, pull my underwear down a little bit, and start jerking off in my office chair. It takes me about forty-five seconds to get close to blowing a load, and then I hear from a few feet behind me, “What are you doing?”
A bunch of things happen at the same time that I have no control over. I just go into abort mode. I reflexively pull my underwear back over my dick, then close the window I had the porn playing in, then reset the browser history, then turn around to see Alyna with a disgusted look on her face and say, “Nothing, just some work stuff.”
She says, “You were masturbating. I saw you.”
I’m caught. There’s nothing I can do. She’s not being a good sport about this. I say, “Yeah. Sorry. I was horny.”
She says, “Was that a guy and a babysitter or something?”
I say, “Yeah.”
She says, “Are you into that?”
I say, “I don’t know. It’s porn.”
As she stares at me like she walked in on me shitting into an ice cream cone and eating it, I try to imagine what it would be like if the roles were reversed. If I were to walk in on her fingering herself while she was watching porn, I’d go down on her instantaneously. I’d fuck the shit out of her until she came ten times. It would turn me on so much if I were to see her masturbating that I wouldn’t be able to help myself. But Alyna is disgusted by it. She says, “Can you at least lock the door or something if you have to do that?”
If I have to do that. That phrase is all I can think about. She doesn’t realize or care that I only “have to do that” because she has lost all interest in fucking me. But even if we were fucking, I’d still need to jerk off, because I’m a fucking man. I wonder if she wants to fuck other people or if she’s lost interest in sex altogether. Somehow knowing that she just didn’t want to fuck me specifically anymore would be easier to understand, but I don’t think that’s the case.
I say, “Why are you so pissed about this? We used to watch porn together when we first started going out. You used to have favorite actresses. You used to fucking bring porn home and suggest we do the shit the actors were doing.”
She stands there not knowing how to react to this. The person I had to remind her she used to be is so far gone, she can’t even conjure the memory.
She finally says, “Our kids are literally right outside the window,” then walks out of the office and back into the backyard.
I sit there in my office chair, my hard-on softening, and look through the blinds. I see a woman who is disgusted by the sight of her husband experiencing sexual pleasure. I see my wife.