Husband reads “Camping Sex-Based Disaster” in bed last night
Husband: You had cum on you?
Me: Did I forget to tell you?
Husband: I checked myself for stains before I came out of the tent.
Me:Did you not think to remind me?
A conversation this evening…
Husband: Did I finger you last night? Or was I dreaming?
Me: Erm, not that I remember. I remember asking for a cuddle in bed because I was cold, then I fell straight asleep with your hands on my tits.
Husband: I must have dreamt I was fingering you. Or maybe it was after you fell asleep.
Taking a bap picture for OctoberJones followers…
Me: Can I borrow your camera? (bread rolls under arms)
Husband: Yeah sure, what for?
Me: Don’t ask!
Rearranging the bread rolls on the bed, Husband walks into the room. I flush with embarrassment of how to explain the situation…
Husband: Shall I take the picture for you?