He comes home to find his wife crying. "I found out from Mrs. Bernstein that you've been having an affair with that sexy secretary in your office. Why would you do that to me? Haven't I always been the good wife? I've cooked for you, raised your children, and I've always been by your side for thirty years. What haven't I done to make you happy?"

He's a little embarrassed, but confesses, "It's true, Honey, you've been the best wife a man could hope for. You make me happy in all ways but one. You don't moan when we have sex!"

His wife questions: "If I moaned when we have sex, you'd stop running around?! All right, come to the bedroom so I can show you that I, too, can moan during sex!"

So they retire to the bedroom, get undressed, and climb beneath the sheets. As they begin to kiss, she asks, "Now, should I moan now?" "No not yet."

He begins fondling her. "What about now? Should I moan now?" "No, I'll tell you when!"

He climbs up and begins. "Is it time for me to moan?" "Wait, I'll tell you when."

Moments later, in the heat of passion, seconds before, He yells "Now, now, moan! MOAN!"

"OH! You wouldn't believe what a bad day I had!"