Cindy and I have been married 18 years with one child who was away at college. Cindy being an attorney works long hours and is out of town on business often. Spending more and more time alone combined with a dwindling sex life at home was beginning to make me very horny. Being a firm believer in marriage vows, I had never strayed even though I had many chances. In order to compensate for my lack of sex, I started reading stories on the Internet and masturbating. Sometimes I’d stop by the house in the afternoons for an hour or so and often I’d spend hours in front of my computer at night naked and playing with myself. Since we live in a one-story house and the computer room is in the front, I tried to be very careful. I always closed the blinds on one of the floor to ceiling windows and left the other opened only partially so I could see someone pull in the driveway or walk up to the house. This is where the nightmare started.
I was home early one evening reading stories, Cindy had flown out that morning and would not return for 2 days. The doorbell rang and expecting some kind of salesman or the door-to-door charity people, I threw on a pair of shorts and opened the door.
There was my neighbor from across the street, “hi Mike, can I come in for a minute?”
I was surprised to see Jack. At 6’2” and about 195 lbs, he was 6 inches taller and outweighed me by 30 lbs. Since he was in his late 50’s, 15 years or so older, I didn’t consider him a friend but we had talked in the front yard a few times and were cordial to each other. Hell, he’s never been inside our home. “ I’m a little busy Jack” was all I could think of to say.
He looked down at my crotch and said, “I can see that” and walked in past me. “I’ve heard Cindy brag on your computer room and your computer skills and I just wanted to look and see if I could get some ideas for my own room.”
I thought maybe if I let him look for a few minutes he’d leave and I could go back to my reading. I walked him to the room and was relieved to see the screen saver had kicked in covering the story I was reading. Jack went straight to my desk, sat down in the executive chair Cindy had given me for my birthday and bumped my mouse.
“What do we have here Mike?”
After some unconvincing fumbling with words on my part, Jack handed me a manila envelope and said, “Open it.”
I was shocked at what I was holding and almost fell over as my knees buckled. There in my hand were 3 pictures taken from outside the window showing me at the computer either naked or with my pants down around my ankles and my dick in my hand. Since they were taken from a distance and through the blinds, the evidence of my masturbating wasn’t perfect but it was clear it was me and also clear what I was doing. The two pictures taken at night with the ceiling light on were the most damaging. I had been caught.
“What the fuck is this about” I asked.
“Well Mickey”, nobody ever called me Mickey, “I wasn’t sure what you wanted me to do with these.” Jack continued, “I wasn’t sure if you wanted them, if you wanted Cindy to see her husband jacking off at all times of the day and night, or if you wanted them passed out to friends and co workers, neighbors.”
“You can stick them up ass and start minding your own business. Now get the hell out of my house.”
