The Secret To A Good Marriage

"What are you looking at, dear?" asked Agnes, as she poured Hank a nice cuppa.
"Remember our honeymoon?" replied Hank, with a twinkle in his eye.
"Oh, yes, I do!" she chuckled.
"Why, so do I," he laughed, pasting in another photograph.

Indeed, just last week they had married. As Agnes poured his tea, she smiled dreamily - remembering fondly the highly-pornographic orgyfest in that rented trailer down at Bramble Creek that produced a whole album full of X-rated Polaroids and shared, lurid confessions involving goldfish and whipped cream.