Bond doesn't wear a trenchcoat. Pink panther style spy is what you get when that's the outfit you give him. I'm not gonna act like Dora the Explorer if you give me a Power Ranger costume.
The solution to this is simple. She just needs to ask him to play a porn character of a cop. Then she'd get the performance she was hoping for. Just be careful to be specific so he doesn't end up play a porn actor playing a cop, because then he'd be asking an imaginary director about his blocking, accidentally forgetting his lines, and requesting to cut and start the shot over.
Seems like the guy has communicated (via acting out the roleplay) exactly what his idea is, and the gal has totally failed to communicate that what she wants, and is instead saying very vague stuff to her husband, and is complaining on the internet about her vagueness being interpreted in one way.
She could just tell her husband 'hey can we tone down the roleplay to the level of a cheesy 90s porn parody' but instead she says 'i want real roleplay' which is extremely vague and requires husband to read her mind.
'All of our roleplay revolves around one person being a character and the other person interacting with them'
In other words:
Husband does all the work of inventing and acting out a character and she does nothing different in anyway and just 'roleplays' as herself.
She needs to at bare minimum describe in more detail what she wants to her husband, if she wants something different, instead of doing the roleplay equivalent or starfishing and then complaining about it on the internet.
Sure, the more realistic thing would be getting piss drunk and throwing her into a wall and breaking her nose or something, and then forcibly taking her from behind while she's bleeding with a broken wrist, but that would probably be outside of the realm of roleplay and into actual domestic violence.
“Here’s your pizza.”
“Ooh, I can’t find my wallet, can I pay… another way?”
“Seriously? This comes out of my pay! Gad dammit, not again!” <grabs pizza and walks back to car>
bloodninja: Baby, I been havin a tough night so treat me nice aight?
BritneySpears14: Aight.
bloodninja: Slip out of those pants baby, yeah.
BritneySpears14: I slip out of my pants, just for you, bloodninja.
bloodninja: Oh yeah, aight. Aight, I put on my robe and wizard hat.
BritneySpears14: Oh, I like to play dress up.
bloodninja: Me too baby.
BritneySpears14: I kiss you softly on your chest.
bloodninja: I cast Lvl. 3 Eroticism. You turn into a real beautiful woman.
BritneySpears14: Hey…
bloodninja: I meditate to regain my mana, before casting Lvl. 8 Cock of the Infinite.
BritneySpears14: Funny I still don't see it.
bloodninja: I spend my mana reserves to cast Mighty F*ck of the Beyondness.
BritneySpears14: You are the worst cyber partner ever. This is ridiculous.
bloodninja: Don't f*ck with me bitch, I'm the mightiest sorcerer of the lands.
bloodninja: I steal yo soul and cast Lightning Lvl. 1,000,000 Your body explodes into a fine bloody mist, because you are only a Lvl. 2 Druid.
BritneySpears14: Don't ever message me again you piece of ****.
bloodninja: Robots are trying to drill my brain but my lightning shield inflicts DOA attack, leaving the robots as flaming piles of metal.
bloodninja: King Arthur congratulates me for destroying Dr. Robotnik's evil army of Robot Socialist Republics. The cold war ends. Reagan steals my accomplishments and makes like it was cause of him.
bloodninja: You still there baby? I think it's getting hard now.
I'll be honest, every time I've tried roleplaying I can't take it seriously, I just bust up laughing at the absurdity of it, which then gets my wife laughing while being annoyed at the same time, so then we have laughing frustration sex, so, win?