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"Why does it bother you," I asked my wife, genuinely not understanding.

"Because it does," she said.

"You said that, but why? I'm entitled to know why, aren't I?"

She folded her arms, crossed her legs. "I guess because it cheapens it," she said.

"Cheapens it?"

"Cheapens it. He's my boyfriend, we're out on a date having a nice time, and all I can think about is you back here jerking off like...like...like a horny teenager."

"That...that's not fair," I said.

"What he and I have is special, I guess I don't appreciate it being something you masturbate to. That's what cheapens it, like all he and I have is some fantasy for you."

"It's not like that," I said.

"What's it like then? You know what, I need to be honest. It also bothers me how you get after."

"After?"

"After you jerk off. You get moody and judgmental like I'm doing something wrong."

"Lilly..."

"Don't Lilly me," she said. "We talked about this and we decided this needs to stop."

"You...you talked to him about it?"

"Of course," she said.

"W...why?"

"Because he's my boyfriend and I was counting on him to help me come up with a solution, that's why. And he did."

"What?" I asked.

"I assume you won't like it, but it's your own doing."

"What?" I asked again. I saw her face, panicked. "Lilly, no."

"Yes," she nodded.

"Lilly, please...we...we talked about this..."

"We did and I was far to easy."

"Hon, I don't...I mean...I don't think it's fair you get to decide when I...when I get to...you know."

"Me? I'm not the one who's going to be deciding that, he will."

"He will!?!"

"He knows male urges far better than I do. Besides, he's the man in my life, of course I'd defer to him in something like this."

"For...for how long?"

"That's up to him, it doesn't matter to me, forever for all I care. Personally, I find you more attentive the longer you've gone, anyway, so I assume this will be beneficial."