Pretend

You came upstairs from the basement where you'd slept in a spare bedroom you'd set up under the master bedroom. Your wife was sitting on the couch drinking a cup of coffee while he was making them breakfast. "Hey, sleep-head," she smiled, "there coffee."

"Th...thanks," you mumbled, uncomfortably, yawning.

"Sorry," she said, "were we too loud? Did we keep you up?"

"It...it was fine," you said, not really answering her question. 

"You heard us, didn't you? I told him we were too loud."

You looked over her shoulder but he didn't look like he heard her. "It's fine."

"We'll try to be quieter next time," she said, "he just...you know how he is."

"I...I know," you said in an awkward tone.

"God, did you masturbate?" she asked. 

"Amy," you gasped. You saw him look up, suddenly curious.

"Well did you?" she asked, her eyes piercing. "It's okay if you did."

"I...yes," you admitted. You saw him snort, felt your face go red.

She looked back at him. "Told you," he said, his face showing anger, disappointment. "You said he..." he started to say, but she cut him off.

"I know, I know," she said, looked back to you. "He's right, you know, you promised to ask first."

"I...I didn't think you'd want to be interrupted," you answered.

"Fair, we didn't," she said, "but then you should have waited."

"I...I tried," you said.

"Try harder," he interjected. 

"We set an unrealistic expectation, didn't we?" she asked. 

"I...I don't know..."

"You don't have to pretend with me," she said gently.

"M...maybe," you admitted.

"In the room below us, listening to us making love..."

"He needs a consequence," her lover said.

"Amy, I...I didn't plan to," you begged.

"I know, love, I know. It's just...moping around like this isn't a good mood for any of us."

"I really did try..."

"Did you squirt before we finished?"

You nodded.

"Way before?"

You nodded again.

"Hon, you're going to make yourself sick," she said, "you know it's easier when you behave."

"I...I'll try," you said.

Her lover snorted again; she looked back. "I know," she said, "I know."

"What?" you asked.

"We...we were talking and...we think it's time."

"Amy!"

"I know, it's just...this is the second time in a row and obviously just relying on self control isn't enough."

"Amy, please," you begged.

She looked back at him; he gave a quick shake of his head, a quick non-verbal no. "We're going to start with a month or so and see how it goes."

"Amy," you started to say but stopped when he walked around the counter, walked to your wife, and gave her a long, hard kiss. 

"Good girl," he said. "That's going to bake for half an hour, I'm going to shower."

When he left the room, you looked at her. "Amy, please."

"You don't have to pretend for me," she said, "I know you can't help it. That's why we're going to use a cage to take away the temptation. I think you'll find it easier this way."

Inspired by this.