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Living In Sin: I'm Too Sexy For My Wife

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Sex is something that drives us, empowers us and gets us into really stupid situations with people we have no business seeing naked. Jen Sincero is the bestselling author and sexpert with the carnal knowledge you need. Ask her your questions (all are posted anonymously). Cuz there's no such thing as being too good in bed.

Dear Jen,
I love to watch porn and have fantasized about group sex with my wife and this is causing a problem in my marriage. I’ve never pressured her into pursuing a swinger’s lifestyle, but she says I make her uncomfortable by buying her sexy clothing – it’s not even sleazy, it’s stuff like mini skirts, low cut blouses, etc. I could understand if she was overweight, but she’s very attractive and even doctors tell her she’s in great shape for here age. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with me watching porn, but it destroys her when she finds out. I’ve never cheated on her in the 10 years we’ve been together, but I just can’t help looking at sexy women. Do I have a porn addiction?
- Porn Dog

Dear Porn,
My grandmother lived to be 100 years old. In her lifetime, she was witness to the invention of such pivotal things as the car, the TV, the plane, the fax machine, the computer and the electric can opener. The two things that blew her mind the most, however, were putting a man on the moon and the soda dispensers at McDonalds. She’d stand there watching, gripped by disbelief, as an employee placed a cup (small, medium or large) beneath a spout, pushed a button and walked away while the machine filled it exactly to the top. “How does it know where to stop?” Nana would shake her head, mortified, “how does it know?!” After we figured out how to clone a sheep, she pretty much threw in the towel on trying to understand anything. I overheard my nephew telling her some stupid story about his friend who’d chopped off a finger in shop class only to miraculously grow it back by rubbing the stub on a battery every night, and Nana simply said “well I’ll be.” That was the last time he bothered playing that game. She’d buy anything. The thrill was gone.