During intimacy I tell my wife I am a stranger who's locked her husband in the cellar, or sometimes i tell her I'm a work colleague of hers or a particularly lecherous neighbour, any of which are disgraceful scenarios, that she pleads me not to say. Except,,,,,,, in the darkness of the bedroom as she protests and squirms she becomes more and more aroused until finally she loses control and convulses in the most enormous climax. I've told her she needs to learn some self control and consider joining a church to redeem her soul. Or I could pretend to be a priest,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,