Date: Fri, 3 Feb 2006 22:36:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Groper <jackgroper@yahoo.com>
Subject: Caught Red-Handed

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I heard the door click open. It was too late. I
fumbled to get my erect cock back in my pants, but she
was too quick for me. She stood over me, fists on
hips. On my screen, a picture that had been the cause
of my hard on.
"You are disgusting!"
She spat out the words. Her eyes blazed with a mix of
anger and contempt. She looked down at my still-open
flies and at my detumescent cock that I had been
unable to hide in time.
"I see. When you look at the filth, you get a hard on.
When you look at me, you lose it. Very nice. You
pathetic little shit."
"I'm sorry, hun..."
"Sorry about what? Sorry I caught you? Sorry I
interrupted your dirty little masturbation?"
"I wasn't...."
"Don't bother to deny it, you worm! Don't you know I
have been aware of your masturbation for a long time.
You know what you are?"
She paused. I could feel myself going red. I had never
seen her so angry.
"Well, I am waiting. What are you? What's the name
they give to pathetic men like you?"
"Er, I don't know...."
"WANKER! Men who can't get it up for their wives, but
only for pictures on a screen: they are called
WANKERS!!"
She was right, of course. I was a chronic masturbator,
completely hooked, as dependent on my masturbatory fix
as any drug addict. And I was permanently in a state
of shame and guilt about my addiction.
"I suppose you are proud of yourself," she said, her
anger subsiding.
"Not really, darling. I er I hate myself for doing it,
but I just can't stop."
"Bullshit! You could stop if you really wanted to."
"That's the problem, hun: I don't want to stop."
"Well, if you no longer want to fuck me, you can at
least let me enjoy watching you jerking off. Come on,
get your cock out and show me what you do."
She sat down to one side of me, crossed her legs - her
short skirt riding up her thighs as she did so - and
leant back expectantly like someone waiting for the
show to begin.
"I can't...."
"Can't what? Won't your little dick perform when wifey
is watching? Poor little thing!"
I had never felt so humiliated in my life. My penis
lay flaccid as if afraid to come alive.
"Look at some of your nasty pics on your computer.
Maybe they'll get you going. Here, change places, let
me work the puter and you can concentrate on getting
it up again."
"No, dear, that's all right..." I protested weakly. I
was afraid of what she would find on my computer, a
side of my life that I had kept hidden from everyone.
A dark perverted side. Bad bad bad. Bad as I was bad,
a lost cause, destined for hellfire. I didn't want her
to know....
But it was no good. She had already pushed me off my
seat and was busy getting her fingers on the keyboard.
"Let's see what lights your fire, little wanker," she
sneered. "Naked girls? Women with big boobs? Lesbians
in action? You men like to see women together, don't
you?"
I nodded, helpless now to prevent her.
Images flashed on the screen. Big-busted women. Women
sucking other women's nipples. Smiling young girls
showing off their hairless pussies.
"Come on! Start masturbating for me! Get your fist
round your cock and pump it to erection!"
More images. Women with strapons fucking their
girlfriends. Women submitting to anal intercourse.
Women cocksucking. White women with black men. Lots of
those.
"Good god, what a collection of filth!" she exclaimed.
"You really are a disgusting toad. Come on, let me see
your cock hard and throbbing! Start the precum
oozing!"
She clicked on another folder and brought up the first
picture. A sharp intake of breath from her. My throat
was so constricted, I could hardly breathe. I waited
for her reaction. She flashed up a few more pictures
from the folder and then turned to me. Her face was
like stone, her voice icy.
When she spoke, it was so soft I could hardly hear
what she was saying> And all the more menacing for
that. Why couldn't she lose her temper and scream at
me like any normal woman. This was much worse.
"THESE give you a hard on?"
I didn't reply. I was far too ashamed.
"This is what you prefer to me?"
She shook her head.
"My god, I am married to a PERVERT. Jack, how COULD
you?"
"I am so ashamed, Ruth," I murmured, my voice shaking.
She turned back to the screen.
"Hm, in fact some of these little darlings are quite
cute."
She smiled.
"So, is it just boys, or do you get hot for little
girls as well?"
I didn't know what to say.
"Well, never mind, Jack. Now tell me one thing."
A few seconds of silence as she looked at me solemnly.
"Is it just a porn thing, or have you actually DONE
anything for real with young boys?"
I nodded.
"Well, as a teacher in an all-boys school, I guess you
have plenty of opportunity."
I nodded again.
"You know it's illegal."
I nodded yet again.
She took a deep breath.
"Jack, I want you do something for me."
She paused.
"I want you to bring one or two of your little
boy-lovers home, so I can watch what you do together.
What is it? Cocksucking? Bumfucking? Mutual
masturbation?"
As she spoke, Ruth's hand went under her skirt.
"I want to watch and masturbate too.," she said
matter-of-factly.
"I don't think the boys would..."
"Don't worry, dear, I will conceal myself in the
closet, then I can spy on you without the boys
knowing."
I nodded agreement. Playing sex games with my darling
boys was already thrilling, but knowing my wife was
watching would blow my mind. I couldn't wait!
She looked down at my cock.
"Well, well, well, Jack, it seems that the idea has
got your cock excited again. Come on, wank for me
while I put on a nice picture show for you!"
She created a slide show from the folder of boy
pictures, and sat back to enjoy herself while I ogled
each delicious photo and wanked myself to a
mega-climax. As I spurted, she clapped her hands in
delight.
"Maybe having a wanker for a husband isn't so bad
after all," she said with a leer.

"I can hardly believe it." Her voice was little more
than a whisper now.

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