Rebecca was completely naked and bent over our coffee table with her knees on the floor and her arms holding her body straight over the table. Brad was naked behind her, kneeling between her legs, fucking her. Another friend, Josh, was standing naked on the other side of the table in front of her with his cock in her mouth. Crosstown Traffic was blaring so loudly that I couldn't even hear them as Brad thrust into her from behind and she sucked on Josh. Brad was gripping her hips tightly, his eyes locked on her rocking body. Josh was holding her head, moving her back and forth on his cock. She was pushing her body back against Brad and lifted a hand up to wrap it around the base of Josh's cock.
I snapped. I don't know how long I stood there. Looking back it seems like hours. I broke into the room like a mad bull. I dove into Brad. I drove his body into the ground hard. My mind shut down. I couldn't feel anything. I wasn't thinking. I was just a mass of rage and I let it out on Brad. I'm not exactly sure how long I beat him. I can't remember it too well. All I can remember is Rebecca screaming over the loud music, my fists crashing into Brad's head, and yelling obscenities at him.
At some point, Rebecca tried to push me off of him and I shoved her. She fell over the coffee table and hit the floor hard. I turned back to him and grabbed his head. I started bashing his face into the ground. Then, Rebecca was standing in front of me naked, holding her cellular phone in her hand, yelling into the phone and yelling at me. She was calling the police.
I stood up from his still body and kicked him a few times hard in the ribs. Rebecca propelled her body into me. I stumbled sideways, grabbing onto her as I fell. I collapsed into my oversized chair with her on top of me. I grabbed her flailing arms and pinned her against the side of the chair. I pulled her down onto the chair and twisted myself on top of her so I was straddling her and holding her down. She struggled against me, jerking her body and pulling at her arms, but I had her tight.
Eventually she stopped and lied still, her chest heaving, and looked up at me. Her eyes were glassy and red from marijuana and lust. Her face and hair were made up like a hooker. I didn't recognize her as the woman I fell in love with back in college. As we watched each other, my anger continued to fade to a dull flame burning in my chest. My body was shaking from exertion and emotion. I released her and stood up. I sat on the couch and waited for the cops.
I was arrested and booked for assault and battery. The judge was lenient, understanding why I would have lost my temper. He gave me two years probation and I had to take anger management classes. Josh was arrested shortly after me. He fled the house naked when I charged into the living room. He tried to walk back to his house in the nude, but was busted before he got there. Brad was in the hospital for a few days. He's had a lot of work done on his face and he may eventually be the pretty boy he used to be, but I doubt it. I expected him to sue me, but he never did. I haven't spoken to either of them again.
I just finished the anger management classes and have just under a year left on my probation. That's why I'll have to be careful with my plan for Jay's wife. I don't want to get busted and have to go to jail. At the same time though it's worth it to help him out. I can't imagine sitting idly by why someone fucks your wife. I'm not hoping to change Julia, but to wake Jay up, to get him to realize that his wife is a vengeful slut. He needs to grow some balls and leave her.
I turn over in my bed and see sunlight already breaking through the window blinds. Lying in this bed alone, I still miss Rebecca. I refuse to talk to her though. I dealt with her enough to finalize our divorce and cut her out of my life. She has tried to talk to me. She's called me, come to my apartment, come to my work, and talked to my remaining friends to try to apologize, but I don't want to hear it. When I see her or hear her voice I just remember her bent over the coffee table fucking those two guys.
I throw the covers off of the bed and stand up. Now I'm too mad to sleep. I can't understand what's wrong with people. People have no concept of love and commitment. They just want to fuck and try to hurt someone else in the process. I thought I had found someone who truly understood. I'm starting to think nobody does. I get dressed and go to the gym. I need to work off some aggression.
The week goes by rather quickly. I spend the majority of my time at work and at the gym. Those are the only places that I can go and not think. Rebecca calls me at work twice. Both times I lay the phone on the desk and walk away, letting her talk to nobody. I also receive a letter from her in the mail and throw it in the trash without opening it. Her attempts to contact me only make me angrier with her. I can't help but think that she's screwing some other guy as soon as she's done calling me.
When Friday night arrives I drive downtown immediately after work. I rent a room at a motel and get ready for Jay and Julia to arrive. I was able to get the room I wanted, on the ground floor and on the end. The room is small with a double bed, barely working television, and dirty bathroom. I expected that since this motel is in a rough part of town.
I'm sitting on the bed, my back against the headboard, watching television. I'm not paying attention to the show. I'm thinking about what I'm about to do. I think that I shouldn't be doing this. It's immoral. It's obscene. It's disgusting. But so is what she's doing to Jay. I can't do nothing. I can't let him be treated like that.
I also realize that I'm not just doing this for him. I'm doing it for me. I'm doing it to get back at Rebecca. As much as I try to hate her now, I still remember how much I loved her then. I could never do this to Rebecca so Julia will have to suffice.
A soft knock on the door interrupts my thoughts. I take a deep breath, look around the room, and stand up from the bed. I open the door and they're both standing outside. Jay looks at me with a guilty grin on his face.
"How you doin' Jay?" I ask him and stick out my hand.
He shakes it as he walks into the room. "All right, Mike," he says.
Julia walks in behind him. I almost forget the purpose of this night when I see her. She is the unquestionable embodiment of lust and sex. She has long black hair, parted in the middle, hanging past her shoulders, and her bangs cut to just above her eyebrows. Her face is made up with dark eyeliner and maroon lipstick. She is wearing a short necklace pulled tightly around her throat that draws my attention to her long, supple neck. Her short, black dress is cut low on her bosom, exposing most of her full breasts. The dress pulls tightly against her waist, accenting her luscious curves down to her hips. I see the tops of her stocking barely visible from the bottom of the short dress. Her legs are long, the muscles tight as she walks in on high-heeled shoes.
"Hello Julia," I stammer as she walks through the door.
"Hello Mike," she says and leans forward to kiss me lightly on the cheek. I hesitantly close the door behind her, my eyes watching her body as she moves away from me and into the room. "This isn't exactly the nicest room I've ever been in," she says as she looks around the decaying room.
"Yeah, well," I stutter. "This is just the kind of place I thought would be perfect for..." I stop, feeling too anxious. I need to get myself together. Julia turns to look at me.
"Usually, I prefer to do this in my home," she says, gazing at me adulterously. "This seems so..." She turns her head to look around the room again. "So smutty." I see a mischievous grin spread across her face.
"That's why I picked it," I response, starting to get control and getting into my role.
"Yeah, Mike," Jay says. "Couldn't we have gone to a nicer place than this?"
"No, this will work, Jay," Julia says. "Does it make you uncomfortable?" she asks, her head turned to look at him.
"A little, it's just so smutty, like you said," he stammers.
"Good," she says. She walks over to the bed and sits on the side of it. She crosses her left leg over her right leg and leans back, placing her hands on the bed behind her. Her dress pulls up high on her thigh and I can see the smooth, lightly tanned skin between her stocking and dress. I've always had a leg fetish and her legs are sensuously long. Her thighs are round and firm. I won't allow her to turn me on like this. I have something to do tonight and it will be done.
Jay is standing in the middle of the room nervously looking around, avoiding eye contact with me. "Turn off the television, Jay," Julia says, her eyes lustily watching me. Immediately, Jay walks over to the television and turns it off. He stands by it waiting for his next command. "Sit over there." She points to one of two dirty chairs placed on either side of a small table by the window. He walks to the chair and sits in it. She turns her hand to me and curls her finger, beckoning me to her. "Come here, Mike." I stand in place and cross my arms at my chest. She drops her hand down beside her. "This is going to be tough if you stay there," she jokes. "But not impossible."
"Let's get a few things straight first, Julia," I say, stepping towards her to stand directly in front of her. She tilts her head to look up at me. "You will not order me around like you do him." I nod my head back, motioning to Jay sitting shyly in the chair. "You will do what I say, when I say, and how I say," I command her, letting my voice get naturally deep and demanding. "Otherwise you can leave now." She stares up at me, her eyes growing wider as I talk.
