Beautiful Hollywood Actress Kelly Ripa Reveals She Once Passed Out During Morning Sex With Her Husband Mark Consuelos
The United States actress and TV broadcaster, Kelly Ripa has disclosed how she once blacked out while making love with spouse, Mark Consuelos.
Kelly Ripa made the disclosures in her forthcoming fresh memoir, Live Wire: Long-Winded Short Stories.
In an excerpt that materialized in Haute Living, the ‘Live With Kelly and Ryan’ co-host uncovers the story was put in a chapter of the book she dubbed “Don’t Let Your Husband Pick Your Death Clothes.”
Ripa, 51 lets out in 1997 when she was a new mother to then 6-month-old baby Michael, and three years after hooking the knot with Mark.
Kelly was in the epicenter of daybreak sex when, unexpectedly, she fainted, but it was not because of Consuelos’ sexual prowess unlike many would like to assume, it was because of two gigantic cysts developing on her ovaries.
The subsequent thing Ripa let out is that she woke up in the clinic with her husband seating next to her casually munching on snacks.
The section continues with Ripa opening her eyes while on a hospital mattress.
“My eyes shift between the fuzzy images on the screen, the remnants of my ovarian tormentor, and Mark happily snacking away,” she writes.
“Sex can be so traumatic I think, and yet one of us is completely undaunted. There he is, happily munching on the saltines now and ordering a second apple juice. Mark could be at a movie, or a spa. Instead, I’m flat on my back wondering when the other two cysts will burst.”
The most startling aspect, however, is not that she landed in the hospital — and she can tell that now in hindsight — but the fact she found herself jn the hospital appearing like, in her words, a “dime store prostitute.”
In accordance to the book, Consuelos hurriedly outfitted Ripa in a 1980s-style French-cut leotard and red “f**k me” Manolo Blahniks, plus a set of her husband’s giant Juventus warm-up pants with side snaps.
“Here is my husband, who is, dare I say, stylish, well-dressed at all times, and yet he dressed me like a dime store prostitute in my time of need,” Ripa writes in the book. “It’s still baffling to me to this day that this is the best costume for the day that he could find for me, to the point where, when I was on the stretcher, I thought I was dreaming; I was having a nightmare. I didn’t realize I had come to.”
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