Shortly after her wedding, the newlywed wife is complaining to her mother about her husband's insatiable sexual appetite.
"He wants to do it 15 times a day, anytime, anyplace, anywhere -- on the table, on the stairs, on the sofa, in the car, in the morning, in the afternoon, and in the evening. I can barely walk anymore!"
The mother advises her daughter to tell him that she has her period, which seems like a good idea.
So that evening, when the husband comes home from work, he proceeds to undress himself and his wife, when she stops him.
"I'm sorry sweetie, but it's that time of the month."
The husband gets up, looks at his wife, and says, "It's all good honey. I understand." He puts on a robe and walks away.
The wife is somewhat surprised at the mature reaction of her husband, until a few minutes later he returns holding two glasses and a bottle of champagne.
So she asks, "What's going on, dear?"
"We're celebrating!" he replies.
"Celebrating? What exactly are we celebrating?" she asks.
"Anal sex week!"
"He wants to do it 15 times a day, anytime, anyplace, anywhere -- on the table, on the stairs, on the sofa, in the car, in the morning, in the afternoon, and in the evening. I can barely walk anymore!"
The mother advises her daughter to tell him that she has her period, which seems like a good idea.
So that evening, when the husband comes home from work, he proceeds to undress himself and his wife, when she stops him.
"I'm sorry sweetie, but it's that time of the month."
The husband gets up, looks at his wife, and says, "It's all good honey. I understand." He puts on a robe and walks away.
The wife is somewhat surprised at the mature reaction of her husband, until a few minutes later he returns holding two glasses and a bottle of champagne.
So she asks, "What's going on, dear?"
"We're celebrating!" he replies.
"Celebrating? What exactly are we celebrating?" she asks.
"Anal sex week!"
