Night

"Hon, we need to talk about something," my wife said as she knelt on the bed.

"W...what?" I swallowed, eyeing the new bra and panty set she'd bought to wear for her boyfriend.

"Well," she said, glancing down, "we were talking...Chad and I...and he said...well...he's going to spend the night."

"Spend the night where?" I asked foolishly.

"Here, silly," she said. "Like here...in our house...in our bedroom. Instead of going out to dinner and getting a hotel room, he wants me to cook dinner for him and stay here and...spend the night."

"H...here?"

"It's silly to make him keep getting a hotel room. I mean, not that he can't afford it, but it's not about the money, it's, well...we've been dating for two months now and we've done a couple of overnights and he...I don't know...he's going to start staying the night when he comes over."

"I'm supposed to just go to the guest room while he's here?"

She looked down, almost blushing.

"What?" I asked.

"I, well, I offered that and he, I mean...he said the basement would be more appropriate."

"The basement? I'm supposed to hang out in the basement and watch tv while he's spending the night with you?"

"Not...not exactly," she said.

"What do you mean not exactly?"

She bit her lip. "He...I mean, you know how he is with you being around."

"I'm always on my best behavior," I said.

"I know that," she said, "I told him you'd behave but he, well..."

"What?"

"He...he said you have to spend the night in the storage room...l...locked in the storage room."

"Elizabeth!"

"I know, I know...but you know how he is...I...he's not being cruel about it, he just...he doesn't want you interrupting us and...he said you can set up a cot even keep the lights on until ten."

"That sounds like a prison cell," I said.

"Maybe just this one time," she said, "if you behave, maybe it will only be this one time."