Paul has a kinky ultimatum.

Paul looked me in the eyes, fires burning. He got up, shut the door, and took a seat on the couch. I couldn't stand the sudden distance, and shimmied over and sat beside him, taking his hand in my own. "What is it, what is it, Sweetie?"
Paul looked away from me for a long while, then finally came to a decision. He turned to me, resignation written all over his face. "I thought it was going to be perfect" he said. "I can't help but think about Angela, dirty Angela". You tried to think back on the name, it sounded familiar...
Paul continued. "I knew Angela and was seeing her, for a few years before I met you. We had such dirty fun. Angela was a kinky bitch. But she strayed too far into the dark side of **** and bad company. I remember visiting her one morning, and she was stoned and looking so drained. Right then i realised I couldn't follow her any further down that path. I left, and didn't talk to her again. I met you, and thought everything would be fine, and we would have a great sex life. But after a while, i began to want it the way Angie gave it to me. I wanted to take you up the arse, Wifey. I wanted to slide it into your pussy, then take it out and slide it up your arse like I did with Angie. She would even suck me off after I'd been in her arse. She was a Bad girl. When I tried it with you, a month after the marriage, you poo pooed me. You rejected me. I tried again the next night. Do you remember?"
You vaguely remember and nod your head. Repulsed as you are, you cherish this openness between the two of you, and don't want it to end and the blinds closed again. You ask him to go on.
"After a while I didn't try again. I closed off, shut down. Now all I do is bat off to anal porn at work." You make little placating, nurturing noises.
"If it means that much to you" you ask. "I love you, and I would do anything for you". You take Paul by the hand, and lead him up the stairs.