It happened, the big one

Hello ladies,

I will walk you through my night. It was a quiet night on April 23rd just like any other night.

My husband and myself are settling in for what I am hoping will be a crazy night of love making and a restful night of sleep. (I work 12 hours today) anyway....lights are off, nothing but my 600lb life playing in the background (guilty pleasure)...He starts to rub up and down my sides. Kissing me softly, I have my hands rubbing the back of his head knowing I am getting ready for him.

We are like wild animals. He drags me to the end of the bed throws my legs up and slides in nice and slow at first and then starts to pound it and when I say pound it I mean.....my vag took a pounding!

while I am enjoying my man, I feel it in my gut, the bubbles, the feeling that MY GOD I HAVE TO FART!!

No longer am I enjoying myself (lol) I am way to focused on not blowing this...keep in mind this whole time he is just going in. In my head I am praying to the God of gas to not let me slip....

Then it happened...

my luck had run out. It was over.

My eyes open, and they meet his. No longer do I see passion in his eyes. It is more like a look of worry, mixed in with fear. At the exact same time we lose our shit. Neither one of us can contain our laughter. Naked, laughing so hard we have tears pouring from our faces.

my sexy time was over. There was no recovery from that. I had lost. after about 30 min of continuous laughter I calmly asked "so, should I tell the kids it is over or should you"?

He grabbed my face kissed me softly and said "I love you stinky" rolled over and we called that a finished painting.