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Granted, welcome to Subcon, a magical land born from the subconscious of the "real world" inhabitants. That doesn't mean that you aren't real, it just means that the local geography and certain physical rules are influenced by the psychic collective of another population.
Yes, that's the reason why your new home is a lot lewder than Earth: the very land is influenced by the general horny fantasies of Earth. But I digress.

Anyway, the point is that you now live in a fantasy-ish world, with tall grasslands dotted by tall rectangular hills and waterfalls, Egypt-style deserts, wide ice cities floating on frigid seas, and even a royal palace up high in the clouds. The land is populated by many kinds of various humanoids and monsterfolks, including living explosives known as "Bob-ombs" capable of inducing explosions. Exploding doesn't destroy their bodies, but it IS pretty taxing on their stamina, so a lot of Bob-ombs faints after just a single detonation.
Your wife is a mutant Bob-omb where the "bomb" part is concentrated in her massive ass, and is significantly stronger than usual. Like, if most Bob-ombs are equivalent to hand grenades, your wife is a small tactical nuke. She's also incapable of detonating at will; instead she needs to manually lit the fuse acting as her "tail". The good news is that the explosion will be non-lethal (dream world, dream logic, remember?), the bad news is that it will still blow away you and half the town, probably into the neighboring cities.
So okay, even if you won't die the explosion would still be a huge risk. Thing is, your wife loves risk. She kinda has a fetish for getting really close to exploding without actually blowing up, and she loves to have sex in places where she risks getting her fuse lit. Talk about an explosive finish...