Behave

"How do I look?" my wife, Sophie, asked, standing at the edge of the bed, posing.

"B...beautiful," I said, looking down.

"What?" she asked, that tender tone in her voice.

"N...nothing," I lied.

She looked at me, sat on the edge of the bed. "God, you're upset, aren't you?" she asked, genuine concern in her voice. 

"Sophie...no...I mean...I thought...I planned..."

"Honey," she said softly.

"I just...I thought..."

"Honey, we talked about this, we agreed..."

"I know...I just..."

"Twenty-four hours. As long as he lets me know twenty-four hours ahead of time when he'll be in town, he gets me for the night. We agreed."

"I know," I said, "I know. I just...I was planning on a special night with you and now...and now instead of a night with my wife in my own bedroom, I get a night in the basement. Alone."

"I know," she said, "it's just...that's what he prefers when he's here." By prefers she meant the small, dimly lit storage room in the basement set up with a small, metal framed bed and a toilet. It locked from the outside and was more like a cell.

Sophie looked at my waist; I knew what she was thinking. "This doesn't help, either," I said.

She bit her lip. "Doesn't it?" she asked. "Hasn't it been easier this way? Wasn't it more difficult before? When you were down there...you know...misbehaving? Didn't that make it worse?"

I hated that, the topic. Misbehaving was a word her boyfriend used, making it sound like something perfectly natural was dirty and wrong. "I...I don't know," I said, face red, hating when she talked about me masturbating. 

"We've seen a difference," she said.

"We?"

"Sean and I," she said. "I know you don't like it, but your mood is much better when you can't...misbehave."

"Sophie, I just..." I was thinking about my upcoming evening, naked, locked in a small room, penis caged. Unable to misbehave, I'd instead think about them. The thing was, she was right. Locked up and caged while he was with her, unable to touch myself, I would spend the night wild with lust.

"If you behave, he'll let me come visit you after he falls asleep," she said, "then you can do that thing."

"Sophie," I said, shaking, wanting it so badly, wanting her so badly.

"Please," she said, "behave for me, I love when I get to see you after. Since he started that," she pointed, "you've been so eager, so tender, so loving. Will you? Behave for me?"

"Y...yes," I whispered, "yes."