We hadn't had sex for weeks, and my balls were aching to be released. I hadn't had the time to jack off, as I was nervous, thinking that Katie was going to catch me. Many times I would put my feelings on the backburner and just live life and try not to think about it. Katie jokingly, when talking with her girlfriends, would always say she is a baker. Katie explained that girls who know how to bake in the kitchen don't need to give blowjobs because they keep their men happy in other ways. Girls who do not bake have to keep their men happy with oral sex. I always felt that this was her way of telling me that she wasn't taking my cock into her mouth.

I came home one afternoon and Katie was checking her emails on the computer, as she had gotten home from work before me. She was looking extremely sexy this afternoon. She was wearing a tan skirt with a tight fitting blouse. I commented that she looked beautiful and she responded with a "thank you," but obviously she was trying to get her mail read before going to pick up the kids from daycare, so I didn't try to get her in the bedroom.

I always would try to cover my tracks about which websites I had visited or which movies I had downloaded. Apparently I forgot to delete a few, as she called for me in a pissed-off voice as I was getting a soda from the fridge. I went into the den and she was sitting in our office chair, looking at the computer screen playing a video of Lisa Harper giving a blowjob from The Blowjob Adventures of Dr. Fellatio # 3. That scene was a popular one with me because of the resemblance to Katie.

I stood next to her and stared at the screen. Crap. How was I going to explain this? Katie, I guess you could say, was very modest. I would go as far to call her a prude. She never wanted to watch porn, although I had suggested it numerous times. I think I was hoping the visual of oral sex would automatically make her want to take my dick into her mouth or at least experiment with each other’s bodies. "What the hell is this?" she demanded, pointing to the monitor.

I was at a loss for words. Do I try to cover it up? Do I say we must have a virus on the computer?

I decided to be honest. In a very sarcastic voice I said, "It looks like a girl giving a blowjob."

Katie was irate. "Why the fuck is it on our computer?"

Wow, she was mad. I tried to think of something else to say but my mind was blank.

"I was watching it," I stammered. "I watch them a lot. It's something you don't do so..."

"Frederick Jackson!  You watch pornography!" Placing her hand up to her chest and spinning in the chair, she looked up at me with an aghast look upon her face.

"It's something you don't do, so I just thought I would watch it!"

"You've never asked," Kathryn yelled, cutting me off mid-sentence