“When we’re making love, do you ever picture anyone else?”
Honey, after I die will you get remarried?
Honey, if you get a new wife, will she sleep in our bed?
Darling, she had big boobs didn’t she? YES I did get asked this, yes the lady DID have big boobs, yes I was giving my wife a “warm up” massage at the time and yes the next question was …“so you’re thinking of her boobs now right?” (and no I wasn’t…at least, not until you asked the question)
Darling would you like a son?
On this…do you have any fantasies?
Uhmm…yes darling, but not anything that I am ever going to share with you because if you hear about them you will spend the rest of your life cursing me as some sick sexual deviant…
Sorry for the multi post…
but one that I did get into a lot of trouble over…(I was young and horny at the time)
But after close dancing with one of her friends…“did she give you a hard-on?”… I (wife) think of her as a sister, how can my sister arouse you…
Draped across my thighs.
So you lie pretty often, huh? 
RE: the dog/cat question–
I must confess that one time I lost out…not to a dog or cat, but a guinea pig. :(
Reminds me of my favorite Andrew Dice Clay joke:
“Will you still respect me in the morning?”
“I don’t respect you now.”
Ok, bad questions (that is, bad if you really want an honest answer):
If you had a chance to cheat on me with Scarlett Johansson (or, let’s be honest, any of several hundred gorgeous Hollywood hotties), would you?
Would you sacrifice your life to save mine?
Would you sacrifice my life to save your cat?
I’ll concede that I’d save Mrs. Which & Mrs. Who before, say, Ann Coulter. But I’d kill every elephant in India before I’d let my wife die, though I’d feel bad about it.
Flo: “If I died tomorrow, would you get married again?”
Andy Capp: “Not tomorrow, kid, I’ve got a snooker game.”
She: If I died, would you remarry?
He (unconcerned): Yes.
She (annoyed): And would she live in my house?
He: Yes.
She (more annoyed): And would she sleep in my bed?
He: Yes.
She (nearly in tears): And would she use my golf clubs?
He: No.
She (mollified, but not really trusting it yet): Oh. But why . . .
He: She’s left handed.
If I had to choose between Ann Coulter and a squirrel, buh bye Ann.
'What is my most unattractive habit?"
Yeah, we broke up soon after that game…
(Apparently, I ‘troff my food’)
While watching a movie or TV show together that features some good looking actress:
“Do you think she’s good looking?”
Sure it seems like a relatively safe question. Obviously, the actress is good looking - that’s her job. And she’s on TV so it’s not like you’re ever going to meet her. So you think a small touch of honesty is okay.
“Sure, I think she’s good looking.”
And now the deadly follow-up question:
“Do you think she’s better-looking than me?”
“Only in the least important way – physically.”
What the hell does that mean?
Sorry, didn’t realise it was Brit slang.
Troff as in pig’s troff, i.e. I wolf my food down like a pig.
Where were you on the evening of July 17th between the hours of 7 PM and midnight?
Not like a wolf?
Reminds me of a joke.
Husband: If I die, would you remarry?
Wife: I’m still pretty young, so yeah, I’d probably marry again.
Husband: Would you still live in this house that I built?
Wife: Well, I suppose so. It’s a nice house, and it’s all paid off.
Husband: What about our bed? Would you and your new husband sleep in this bed that we’ve made love in?
Wife: Well, honey, I’d always cherish time times we made love here, but it IS just a bed after all. It’s almost brand new. Yeah, I would probably just keep the bed.
Husband: Wow, that surprises me. What about my golf clubs? Would you let your new husband use my golf clubs?
Wife: No, I’d never do that. He’s left handed.