Love Isn’t The Only Thing In The Air, Part 6

(My husband and I are staying at a fancy hotel for his birthday. Our room has a jacuzzi. I am leaning against his chest, and he is sitting behind me. He turns on the jets after they have been off for a while.)

Me: “Did you turn the jets on so that I wouldn’t notice if you farted?”

Husband: “We had Mexican food; what did you expect? Furthermore, if you know my tricks for farting modestly, we have been together for too long.”

Me: “Sorry, next time I will pretend to fall for it.”

Husband: “D*** straight.”