Your name is ${name}, a scientific researcher on The Poseidon, a research vessel exploring a remote reef in the southern pacific. The crew consists of yourself, some other researchers, and your loving wife Imogen. In the evening, as Imogen decompresses on her way back up from a dive, you hear her voice chime in on the radio.
"How are things topside, stud?" she playfully jabs.
"Quiet up here," you tell her. "Everyone else has hit their bunks early; got that early morning dive tomorrow."
You see the marker track that she's only a few dozen meters from the surface.
"I remember that from the briefing," she says slyly. "So when I get back aboard The Poseidon, what do you say you and I have a little fun?"
"I'm supposed to be keeping watch tonight," you say, slightly annoyed.
"Spoilsport," she scoffs. "As if I'll; take no for an answer."
"Ease up," you tell her. "You're ascending too fast."
"Sorry, hun," she says, pausing. "It's just exciting, thinking about being with you again."
"You were only down there for a couple hours!"
"Must be something in the water," she chuckles softly.
After a few more minutes, Imogen reaches the surface and climbs aboard. In the dim light, you can't even see her face on the other side of the mask. Her bulky diving suit is bright yellow, with highlights of black.
"Come on," you sigh. "Let's get you out of that thing."
"Actually," you hear Imogen's voice, still on the radio. "I'd like to try something."
She walks clumsily towards you and presses her bulky glove to your manhood, rubbing you through your pants.
"Imogen," you say slowly.
"Come on, ${name}," she says. "This will be fun!"
You know better than to argue when she's like this.
With some difficulty, pulls down your pants and gets both gloves around your member. Their cold and clammy, still frigid from the briny seawater still dripping from her suit.
"You love me because I'm a diver," she says. "Well, let's really see if it's true."
You stifle a laugh as she begins to earnestly stroke your