Black Gooning Couple 02
They admit the truth
Marcus and Aisha were their names.
Aisha was a retail manager—sharp, disciplined, with beautiful caramel skin. She often wore a short, natural afro without apology. Marcus, also a manager, was equally methodical, his slowly receding hairline hinting at wisdom.
On the outside, they maintained a polished, professional appearance. At home, things were taking a different turn—a slow acknowledgment of a new partner in their marriage: porn.
It was strange, almost unspoken. They didn’t sit down and confess. They didn’t swap favorite clips or discuss categories. Instead, porn seeped into the cracks of their lives quietly, filling spaces where intimacy had withered. Aisha never openly admitted she was impressed by Marcus’s taste in women—thick, sensual, unapologetically real. Marcus never told Aisha he noticed how she moved differently now, slipping into positions that seemed lifted straight from the screen...glimmers of their old days when they were dating
The silence between them wasn’t empty anymore. It was charged, humming with a shared secret. Every time the TV flickered late at night, every time a phone screen glowed in the dark, they both knew. They didn’t need to talk about it. Porn was there, watching with them, saving them.
Their marriage wasn’t healing through therapy, rekindled by traditional romance, or sparked by long talks over wine. It was saved by the thing neither had expected to admit: porn was saving their marriage.
Porn was the catalyst. The bridge. The spark they couldn’t find in each other until they found it together, quietly, through the screen.
For months, this was their silent routine. They moved through the house with knowing glances, anticipating what was to come. Sometimes Marcus caught Aisha scrolling for the night’s scene, and he no longer feared shame or ridicule.
They went to work, talked about their day, and danced around the fact that porn was now a necessity in their bedroom. They didn’t mind at all.
They hadn’t taken a vacation in years. Work, routine, and a cooling marriage had swallowed their time. But now, with things strangely rekindled, they wanted something nice—something like their honeymoon again. A beach resort, palm trees, warm sand.
They booked the flights, reserved the hotel, and for a moment, it felt like old times.
Then came the question neither had asked before, lingering silently behind every plan.
It was Aisha who broke the silence. Always the spicier, more forward partner, she sat with Marcus on the couch, travel brochures spread across the coffee table. She looked at him and asked softly but confidently, “How are we going to watch porn when we get there?”
Marcus froze, blinking at her, as if she’d pulled the thought straight from his mind. He chuckled nervously. “You were thinking that too?”
She nodded, serious. “Yeah. I mean… it’s kind of what’s been holding us together, hasn’t it?”
Marcus leaned back, rubbing his beard. “It’s crazy, right? I never thought I’d be the kind of man who needs porn to feel close to my wife again. But here we are.”
Aisha looked down, her fingers fidgeting. “At first, I hated it. I thought it was you choosing them over me. But now, I don’t know. It’s like… it gives me permission to feel. To want things I didn’t even know I wanted. I never told you this outright, but I watched a lot of porn in college. That’s where I got so many ideas in bed to drive you wild. Now that porn is back in our lives, I feel like I’ve found an old version of myself again. I like it. More than I care to admit.”
He reached for her hand, holding it firmly. “Do you think we’re addicted?”
Her eyes flicked up to meet his. “Addicted? Maybe. But it doesn’t feel like the kind of addiction people warn you about. It feels like we found something that finally works for us.”
Marcus exhaled. “I don’t even know how to explain it. When you’re watching, when I’m watching… it’s not that I don’t want you. It’s that it makes me want you more. Like, it pulls me back to you.”
Aisha’s lips curled into a small, vulnerable smile. “Exactly. That’s what scared me. That I’d lose you to it. But instead… it brought you back.”
They sat in silence for a while, the weight of their words filling the room. The brochures lay forgotten. The only thing real in that moment was the honesty neither had dared share until now.
“So,” Marcus said slowly, “what do we do on this trip? Pack the laptop? Make sure the Wi-Fi is good?”
Aisha laughed, but it was tinged with truth. “Maybe. Or maybe we admit it—porn is part of us now. It’s not just a crutch. It’s part of our marriage. We don’t have to hide from it.”
Marcus squeezed her hand tighter. “Then let’s stop pretending. If porn is what keeps us together, we take it with us. No shame.”
Aisha leaned her head on his shoulder, the decision hanging between them like a vow. “No shame,” she whispered.
For the first time in years, their marriage felt honest. Not perfect, not traditional, but real. And that was enough. They were bonding again. They were smiling again.
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