Leah didn’t know about Riley’s porn habit until after they were married. She told herself it wasn’t an addiction; he generally limited his viewing to an hour daily. In the evenings, he lingered over his laptop the way some nursed a glass of wine before dinner.
“Riley,” she whispered as she lay in bed beside him one night.
“Hmm,” he said.
“Are you satisfied with our sex life?”
Riley’s eyes flew open. “What kind of question is that?”
Leah chewed her lip. “I’m afraid you might be getting bored.” He didn’t speak but searched her face. “And that’s why you watch porn,” she added.
“I don’t watch that much porn.” Riley sat up. “Where’s this coming from, Leah?”
She rested a hand on his back. “I just want you to be happy.”
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Then watch it with me.”
Leah hesitated, but she saw the eagerness in his eyes. “Okay,” she said.
Riley retrieved his laptop from the nightstand and positioned it so they could both see the screen. The film began with a man and woman, both naked and shorn of pubic hair, kissing as they sat on a large bed. The man lay back as the woman lowered her head to his erect cock and took it in her mouth. He pulled the woman’s bleached blonde hair back from her face so it wouldn’t obstruct the camera’s view.
Riley’s breath quickened, and he slipped a hand into his briefs. Leah kept her stare fixed on the screen, watching as the man went on to fuck every orifice of the woman’s body. The woman’s exaggerated screams of pleasure would have been comical if not for the vacant look in her eyes.
The woman flipped over on her back, drawing her knees to her chest, and the man began inserting his fist into her asshole. Leah slammed the laptop shut. “That’s disgusting,” she said, refusing to look at Riley.
He touched her thigh. “Aren’t you turned on at all?”
Leah jerked away from him. “No.”
Riley sighed and lay down beside her. He was silent for a long time before muttering, “You could learn something from watching that.”
Leah felt as though he’d struck her, and she cupped a palm over her mouth to keep from crying out.
The following evening, Riley sat in the living room talking on the phone to his brother. Leah went to their bedroom and spotted Riley’s laptop open on the bed. A pornographic film played at low volume. She paused and watched as a dark-haired man with actual body hair knelt between the legs of a pale woman. He flicked his tongue against her clit, and the woman moaned. She had a small curve to her belly, not the hollowed look of the woman in the porno Leah had watched with Riley. This woman played with her nipples as the man licked and sucked her clit, inserting two fingers inside her. His movements were languid, and he looked up to see the woman’s reaction.
Leah sat on the edge of the bed, transfixed at the scene. Her cheeks pricked with heat as the man sat up and eased the woman onto his lap. She wrapped her legs around him, and he guided his average sized cock inside her. They moved with a steady rhythm, their eyes locked.
Leah realized she was soaking wet; her pulse pounded between her thighs. The man in the film lay back on the bed, and the woman straddled him. As she rocked back and forth, his hands roamed over her body. In minutes he brought the woman to orgasm, and she cried out with the strength of it. The man climaxed with her, releasing his own helpless cry.
The two shared a long kiss before the film ended. The main page reappeared, and Leah’s mouth dropped open when she read on the screen: “The Best Amateur Porn on the Web.”
A shocked laugh escaped her. “So that’s how people in love fuck,” she whispered.
Leah stripped out of her clothes. After pressing the replay button for the video, she climbed on the bed and spread her legs. When the man in the video nestled between the woman’s thighs and used his tongue, Leah grazed her clit with a fingertip and imagined it was him.
The bedroom door opened. In her peripheral vision, Leah saw Riley freeze. She continued to touch herself and gaze at the screen until he said in a voice edged with disbelief, “Leah?”
She nodded toward the laptop. “You could learn something from this.”
Leah turned her face from him and closed her eyes, applying more pressure to her clit until she brought herself to orgasm, her cries mingling with those of the couple on the screen.