Congratulations on Convincing Your Wife that it's Cool for You to Wear a Mask During Sex!

“Ooooh,” she’ll moan as you grind against her, twisting the angle of your hips so that you roll inside of her just so, sending her back spasming delicately into ecstasy.  You’ll grab hold of her shoulders and hold her in place as if she’s getting away.  You’ll drop your voice an octave and growl into her ear:

“Swear to meeeeee…”

She’ll suddenly grow almost silent, heart trembling beneath you, furtive pulse racing through her skin, her sex.  Her eyes will be blown wide and fixed upon you.  She’ll sit that way, breathless for minutes upon minutes before, with a peep, she shudders, claws at you, shredding your back, your shoulders, your chest.  A flurry of nails, teeth, fists, legs.  Mutual bruising, minor contusions, sheets desperately need changing, the scent of her already settling into the mattress.

You’ll do your part, holding her close, keeping her in place upon your thighs, looking deep into her eyes each time they flutter open to catch sight of you.  When she’s finished, when she’s still, you’ll lower her to the bed, considering what to do next.

“Oh Bruce,” she’ll murmur at you.  You’ll pause for a moment, nearly breaking character, half asking yourself well hey now who’s this Bruce fellow, but then you’ll remember.  You’ll remember, stick with your character and respond:

“Who told you?”

She’ll squirm with excitement, falling upon you, doing all she can to buy time to think of an explanation.

Congratulations on Convincing Your Wife that it’s Cool for You to Wear a Mask During Sex!