At 35-years old Dave Parker never thought he would be that guy, but some how some way he found himself clicking thumbnail after thumbnail. An hour earlier he walked into his office to check the baseball scores, but an errant key stroke on his desktop took him to much more proactive site. At first he quickly clicked away, but soon remembered that his wife was out shopping and he was home alone. Against his better judgment he went back to the site and listened to the big breasted blonde that encouraged him to take a free tour. In the beginning the pictures were innocent and sweet as a young couple kissed and hugged, but as Dave kept clicking the ‘next’ button the pictures became much more pornographic and erotic.

The starlet couldn’t have been more then nineteen and her cheerleading uniform and pigtails made her look much younger then that. Although he was embarrassed and ashamed he was also turned on, and kept clicking like a man possessed until the teen was covered in white creamy goo. Not wanting his experience to be over he leaned back in the chair and unzipped his pants. In the middle of his electronic three-some Dave started to have second thoughts but the eagerness of the actress and the excitement of something so taboo turned him on even more. Plus it had been nearly a month since his wife had taken care of needs.

Sexually satisfied, and his pants around his knees Dave waddled to the bathroom so he wouldn’t get cum all over his favorite sweat pants. While cleaning off his limp, pink, dick Dave made the mistake of looking at himself in the mirror.

Without notice or warning the cocky, arrogant jock that got plenty of pussy as a bachelor was long gone and the only thing left was a fat, middle aged insurance salesman who just got finished jacking-off. “What a loser,” he mumbled to himself as the reality of life hit him like a ton of bricks.

By the time his wife got home he was cleaner then a new born baby and so was the computer. With a guilty conscience he welcomed her home with a kiss on the cheek, and at that very moment he told himself it would never happen again, but it did. Every time his wife left the house he slowly made his way to the computer and followed the same routine. At first he was quick with the draw, but overtime he built up a tolerance and needed to see more provocative videos instead of the pictures. To make matters even worse he knew every major porn start by their real name and stage name, and kept tabs on their latest work.