I’m a 25-year-old student living with my wife at my dad’s place. My parents got divorced a couple of years ago (dad had an affair), and my wife lost her job about four months ago. My dad graciously offered to let us stay with him for a few months.
The problem is this: this whole thing has really freaked me out. When I try to get intimate with my wife, I think of that goddamn tape, the hidden cameras, and my father getting off on all of this. It just leaves me completely limp. I am ashamed of my father for doing it and I’m even more ashamed of myself for not preventing it. My wife has noticed my “performance” problem and can’t figure out what’s going on; she thinks I may be having an affair!
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Having said that, I am now going to go out on a very long, very brittle limb. Brace yourself, L&S.
Of course, there are things we know because they can be assumed or inferred and things we know because we’ve stumbled over irrefutable evidence. Thanks to That Damn Videotape, what once lurked in your subconscious is now banging around your head 24-7. Had your dad been a decent person and stuck to mental images of your wife, you would never have been sure whether or not he was fantasizing about her. But he didn’t, which is why the larger of his two transgressions is That Damn Videotape.
Step two, move. I have every confidence that your performance problems will clear up once you’re no longer living in your father’s house. Every time you’ve attempted to be intimate with your wife since you found That Damn Videotape you’ve been making love at the scene of the crime, and a little voice in your head was no doubt worrying about hidden cameras and drooling dads watching the instant replay. It’s no wonder you had a hard time keeping it up.
