'WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS SUCH A FUCKING BITCH?' Billy's face was red with anger.
'FUCK OFF BILLY.' Janice was fuming; she hated the way Billy spoke to her.
'ALL YOU EVER FUCKING DO IS NAG ME AND SPEND MY MONEY AND WHAT DO I GET IN RETURN? FUCK ALL. YOU'RE JUST A SELFISH, SELF-CENTRED BITCH.' Billy wanted to grab her and get what he wanted right there but that had never been his style. Instead he gave her a swift back-hander right across her face. His wedding ring had caught her lip ad he saw a little droplet of blood begin to form. He had long since stopped feeling guilty about slapping Janice around; hell, she deserved it. Instead he felt satisfied that he had inflicted a little control over the bitch he had married.
Tears formed in Janice's eyes. 'Oh no please Billy. Please don't hit me.' Janice was sad. It never used to be like this. They used to be young and in love. Billy used to treat her like a princess; he used to wine her and dine her and buy her nice things. They used to make love for hours in the most sensual manner imaginable. What had happened? Now all they did was argue and she always ended up with bruises. And when it came to sex there was no love there anymore; she just lay back and think of England whilst Billy got his rocks off.
That was what annoyed Billy most of all; the lack of any kind of spark from Janice in the bedroom. Months ago he had began to lose interest; sure it felt nice to cum in a woman, even and unreceptive wet fish, but he wanted more. He wanted Janice to get into it; to give him something rather than just laying there with obvious disinterest; another one of her chores. Nothing could have been less sexy to Billy than their sex life. He tried to spice things up for himself by begging her to let him fuck her ass; she always refused. That was what tonight's argument was about. Billy was sick of her constant refusal; there was no arguing with her.
'DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME WHAT TO DO YOU FUCKING DRIED UP BITCH.' He took another swing at her; this time his ring grazed her left cheek. Janice fell back and screamed as the pain coursed through her head. 'MAYBE I SHOULD GO AND FIND SOMEONE WHO WANTS TO GIVE ME SOME PLEASURE.'
'WHY DON'T YOU JUST DO THAT? GO AND FIND ONE OF YOUR WHORES. PAYING FOR IT IS THE ONLY WAY A MAN LIKE YOU WILL EVER GET WHAT YOU WANT.' Janice had long since given up worrying what the neighbours thought about their daily screaming matches. She noticed long ago that they stopped talking to her and Billy and no longer made any kind of eye contact.
Billy walked up to her and landed a punch in her belly. Janice was bent double with pain; the blow had been unexpected. Tears were streaming down her cut and bruised face now. She cowered away from him as he moved in again. Billy stopped and said, 'Fuck you. You're just a fat ugly bitch. I don't know why I put up with you.' With that he turned around and walk out of the house. Janice released her emotions and started sobbing loudly. The fact that she did this almost every day made her sobs even stronger; she was so very sad; she was beginning to hate that fucker Billy.
Billy did what he always did after one of his arguments with Janice; he went to the pub. He was in a constant state of anger and frustration. He did wonder how his life got like this. Every day he would find something to argue with Janice about, he would end up hitting her and then running to a pub to drown his sorrows. All this usually happened before 11 am. He would spend the day drinking himself into oblivion before staggering home and collapsing on the coach for the night. It was a shitty life and he blamed Janice for it.
He arrived at the pub and saw his usual drinking buddies already at the bar already halfway through their first pints. They all spent the next hour drinking and moaning about anything and everything. Billy especially moaned about Janice. None of his buddies really understood why as she always seemed the perfect wife to them. Billy obviously never talked in any detail about his sexual frustrations at Janice being a wet fish.
Back at home Janice had pulled herself together and freshened herself up. Her feelings of sadness and given way to intense feelings of anger keenly focussed on Billy and the way he treated her. She could not shake the feelings. She quickly realised that she did not want to shake the feelings; she wanted to embrace them; she wanted to exact sweet revenge; get him back for being such an abusive shit.
She racked her brains trying to devise the perfect revenge. The thing she hated most was the physical abuse. Maybe she should get someone to fuck him up. No, that would not do it; she wanted to fuck him up herself. The other thing she hated was the unloving selfishness with which he approached their sex life. Suddenly she had a plan. She picked up the phone and dialled.
In the pub Jimmy's phone rang; he answered. 'Hi. It's Janice. If you are with Billy then please don't let him know it is me on the phone.'
Jimmy had a confused look on his face but he played along. 'Hi. Okay sure. How can I help you today?'
'I need your help to get back at the wife-beating fucker.'
Jimmy was shocked at what Janice had just said. He flashed a disdainful look at Billy. He was beginning to see Billy in a new light and he did not like what he saw. 'Go on.'
'I am sick of him using me as a fucking sex toy with no thought for my pleasure and then slapping me around when I don't let him fuck my ass. I am sick of having to hide the bruises and scratches on my face every day.'
Jimmy felt himself getting angry. He may have been a bit of a bum himself but he knew that you should never treat women like that. He wanted to grab Billy right then and kick the shit out of him. He managed to stay calm. 'I here you. Carry on.'
