There has always been a debate about the effects of pornography on behaviour.
I won’t address any of the big and difficult questions, such as, “is porn addictive?”, “is it bad for society?” and “is porn insufficiently policed?”.
All I contribute to the debate is my own experience. Porn changed my life. It ended my marriage and left me a lonely, financially straightened and embittered ex-wife. Meanwhile my ex-husband has remarried and lives happily.
ABOUT MYSELF
My name is Tricia. I was 25 and happily married to Mike. Pre-porn I rated my marriage 8 out of 10. Then we we got internet connection in our house. My husband and I started watching porn together, but it didn’t float his boat. He is a bit of a prude. Even so Mike quite liked some of the pictures of semi-naked women and a few videos.
I loved seeing naked men and women doing thrilling things with each other.
DISLOYAL, NOT UNFAITHFUL.
I didn’t want Mike to know about my usage of porn. I battled with my conscience over hiding this from my husband. I felt disloyal because I was thinking seriously about being disloyal. In the end, I decided that I wasn’t being too disloyal.
I have a right to see porn and that trumped all other considerations.
THE EFFECT ON MY MARRIAGE
I remind you that (pre-porn) I rated my marriage 8 out of 10.
I chose my porn username (Fem_loving_porn) and filled out my details. Crucially I chose “Male” for the “Looking for” section, whereas I could have chosen “None”.
I spent at least 2 hours every day using my favoured porn site. The more I watched porn the less I rated my marriage. After 3 months I rated my marriage 7 out of 10.
I tried to get my husband to be more adventurous in bed. He was resistant and still wanted missionary sex and his birthday treat. As my (hidden) usage of porn increased I gave up my struggle to liberate our sex life. We fucked less. I still liked having sex with him. As Mike thrust into me, I thought about being porked by men with bigger cocks and with more energy.
I resented Mike’s insistence on only having sex in a bed. My resentment meant I turned even more to porn. My marriage bağcılar escort was in a vicious circle. My husband has never liked talking about sex.
After 8 months of my intense porn usage, I rated my marriage 6 out of 10. I felt isolated. I didn’t have anyone to talk to about sex.
I turned to the “dating” section of the porn site to find someone to “talk dirty” with me.
THE SEARCH
Using the dating part of the website was fairly simple. For my search elements I entered “20 to 30 year old, male heterosexual”. In “interests and fetishes” I entered “dirty chat”. This threw up 1,000 men. I hadn’t included “United Kingdom”. This reduced the “Results Found” to 50 men.
Twenty men had no profile and I rejected them straight away. I wanted someone I could meet occasionally. Another 20 men were too far away from Coventry (where I lived). Lots of the men never replied.
Only 3 people replied, including Paul. He lived in Birmingham, which is England’s 2nd largest city. Birmingham Central is about 20 minutes away by train from Coventry Central.
Besides “dirty talking”, Paul had other interests including massage, anal, fingering and cuckolding. His Unique Selling Points were that he was discrete and could travel around the Midlands to meet suitable enlightened people.
He had included a video of him massaging a naked lady’s thighs and buttocks. Paul was wearing jeans in the video. The other 2 men just had photos of their cocks.
DIRTY CHATS
I started having dirty chats with 3 men. Paul replied quicker than the other 2. I decided just to “sex talk” with him. We never spoke. We just sexted.
My husband had never wanted to know about the 3 men who had fucked me.
Paul liked knowing all about my sex life, about how I lost my virginity, about the first time Mike and I had sex and our honeymoon sex.
I liked Paul knowing all my marital secrets. It is the cement which bonded me to him.
It excited Paul to know my husband’s intimate actions. It thrilled me to reveal what should be kept secret. It made me horny.
Paul liked the idea of making bahçelievler escort Mike an unknowing cuckold. The more graphically I revealed my bedroom secrets the better it was for both Paul and me.
I sent nude pictures of myself to Paul and a video of me masturbating.
I sent Paul scanned photos of my wedding day, including one of my husband laying naked on the hotel bedroom settee. Unfortunately for Paul he couldn’t see my husband’s penis, since I was taking the photo from the far side of the room.
I sent Paul 8 artistic photos of me on my wedding night. These photos were supposed to be for my husband’s eyes only. But now I had shared them with Paul.
Paul sent me a video of him taking his shorts off and exposing his thick, 8 inch cock. He also sent me nude photos of himself.
I wrote “It makes my husband’s cock look puny in comparison.”
Paul wrote “I want to see your husband before we have sex.”
I wrote “I will try to arrange it.”
Paul wrote “I know it can’t be done. But I would like to have a remote controlled set of video camera hidden inside your bedroom. The video cameras would be so well hidden that only you and I knew that they were there. That way I could see your soon-to-be-cuckolded husband in action before I use his bed and his wife.”
PAUL MEETS MIKE
Fortune came my way. A major company opened a new luxury heath club in Coventry. It had a “Come and try us” fortnight. It only cost £70 for a week long season ticket.
I arranged for Paul and Mike to be there at the same time. I had to be circumspect, though I wanted to be intimate with Paul.
Afterwards Paul wrote “Thanks for letting me see your husband. It was truly erotic knowing that I am going to bed you, using his bed. I want us to do our version of Last Tango In Paris.
I wrote back “Mike will be away on Saturday week. He has a ticket for the away match against Liverpool.”
LAST TANGO IN COVENTRY
Mike left with his sky blue football top after breakfast. I had arranged for Paul to come at 10 a.m.
I imagined Paul’s rock hard instrument being şirinevler escort inside my arse. No man had been there before. I wondered if I would be able to take all of Paul’s man’s meat.
When Paul arrived I wore only a dressing gown. Paul undressed me and then stripped naked. He bought massage oils with him. I lay on top of my bed. Paul applied the massage oils to my thighs.
I parted my legs so that he had a good view of my vaginal slit and my butt.
Paul said “That is my favourite view. Part your legs a bit more.”
i did as Paul requested. He ran his oiled fingers up and down my vaginal slit.
He asked “Are you ready for a bit of buggery?”
I said “Yes. My arse is begging for your cock”
Paul poured some oil onto my butt and worked the it onto my butt cheeks. He inserted an oiled finger into my tight rosebud, When I had got used to that he inserted another finger. My fears about his width disappeared.
Paul stood in front of me and applied massage oil to his cock. Some dribbled onto his balls. He moved behind me. I felt the tip of his cock at my bum hole entrance. He gradually eased his tool a good 6 inches inside my bum hole.
My heart raced and my hands sweated. Paul had his cock in my tightest and most forbidden of holes.
He waited for me to get accustomed to his cock. Then he pushed a further 2 magnificent inches of thick cock into my rear.
He was using my back door. I knew it should be reserved for my husband. It was even more exciting since I was allowing Paul cock into my forbidden tunnel. I wasn’t just allowing it, I was loving it. I wanted it to last forever.
Now all of Paul’s dick was embedded inside my arse.
He began to thrust. Faster and faster and harder and harder he fucked me exciting my rectum, Paul was in full control now.
Paul could not continue to hold back his love juices. He spurted them into my backdoor canal. Totally spent, Paul eased his cock from my arse.
I had experienced the ultimate thrill of being sodomised by Paul’s lovely cock.
Paul left a couple of hours afterwards.
MIKE FINDS OUT
When Mike returned, he was in a fowl mood. His team had lost 7 to nil.
He had received a text from a neighbour. The text told my husband that I had a male visitor in his bedroom.
He spotted the empty massage oil container, but said nothing. When I stripped for bed, Mike noticed my arse had been violated.
He told me “Our marriage hasn’t been great for a long time. It is now over.”