I wasn't the only one getting a show

I as painful as it was to watch the love of my life getting railed in our kitchen, it was equally hard to simply walk away. I couldn’t abandon Tina to be used by whoever it was that had stolen my face. Nor could I think of a way to stop him that wouldn't put us both in danger. Beyond that, there was a small, treacherous part of me that wanted to watch.

The soft rhythmic slap of skin on skin mixing with their heavy breathing and suppressed moans of pleasure. The way Tina's hazel eyes rolled as her excitement peaked, her mouth formed into a lipstick rimmed O had my hand straying dangerously close to the suddenly growing heat between my legs.

"Fuuuck!" I breathed, disgusted by my body's reaction.

"Yeah, that's quite the show." a soft male voice whispered in my ear, making my jump.

When I say jump, I mean I physically leapt in the air. I would have probably screamed the house down too, but a large hand clamped over my mouth, reducing my startled squeal to a muffled squeak.

"Shit, shit, sorry princess." Mark hissed an apology, carefully releasing me once it was clear I'd recognised him, "I didn't mean to startle you. I... I think we should talk, privately..."

I nodded my agreement and followed my son away from the pornographic scene in the kitchen...