The list is thorough

She starts listing off things she liked, alphabetized. Your head starts to spin, how did she just have an inventory of everything she likes all at once?

"... carousel rides, coffee, creampies, curly fries..." Wait? Creampies? "... dachshunds, dances, dares..." How are you supposed to try all these things? Looking down, your list looks so meager in comparison. You had written, "baked goods, blowjobs, watching football, 'date night!!!'"

"And Date night for the D's" she proclaims.

"Hey, I've got that too." You proudly cut in. She looks back at you, and her penetrating gaze makes your skin tingle. "Well, it is Saturday honey. Why don't we do one of our traditional date nights as if it was a normal unoccupied Saturday?" Your heart leapt a little bit, that sounded delightful, but your date nights always included a fair amount of fooling around, and often ended with some fairly exotic intercourse. Were you really ready to experience Liz's role so thoroughly? "Y-yeah, let's do it!" Your voice briefly wavering as you decided whether or not you wanted to let your wife ravage you this evening with your own dick. The course of adrenaline and lust that passed through you as soon as you pictured yourself splayed, tied, bent over, or otherwise situated below Liz as she piloted your carefully toned body into your newly occupied one was delirium inducing.

"Alright honey, decide what we're going to make and I'll write a schedule." She says to you, beaming with anticipation herself, likely due to similarily naughty thoughts manifesting in her head of how best to be the penetrator of her voluptuous form that you now wield.