Jordan and I were solid, our sex life active, it could only add to the passion, what was the harm?
Surprisingly, Jordan was not keen, not keen at all.
I think his reluctance was mainly due to the fact that he thought it must be a trap. I mean, what wife encourages her husband to view porn with her?
However, he was also concerned that it would create marital tension, he felt as though porn was just something that was not needed in our relationship.
I disagreed. I won.
Porn was not exactly what I had expected.
I knew it would be graphic, but this, this was beyond graphic.
This was not like the sex scenes in a movie.
This sex wasn’t just sex.
Porn sex was different.
The bodies were ‘perfect’, the positions, acrobatic.
No one had a single hair follicle visible anywhere on their perfect bodies. And visible their bodies were. Microscopically so.
Everything was up close and zoomed in. Nothing left to the imagination.
There was no kissing, no intimacy, no love, just animalistic, self-gratifying acts of sex.
And yet, I took the bait… I was hooked.
