Jeffrey Fawkes was having one of those days, the kind of day where it would have been better to roll over and go back to sleep rather then get up and go to work.
Work was not going well for Jeffrey, but neither was most of the rest of his life. He had been working for the company for 15 years, but his position was pretty much stagnant. Jeffrey was good at what he did, one of the best in a very technical field, but management rewarded salesmanship and Jeff wasn't interested in that, and, consequently, wasn't very good at it.
His marriage wasn't in good shape either. Most casual observers found it hard to believe that he had married Jennifer. Well, that's not true. What they couldn't believe was that she had married him. Sometimes Jeffrey had trouble believing it, too. Jen was at least two rungs higher on the social ladder than he was. She was used to the best -- fine home, expensive cars, diamonds and parties.
At the time they met, Jeff had just made a splash with his new designs and it probably looked to her as if the sky was the limit for him. But as time passed, Jeff's work, although very good, never quite lived up to her initial estimate.
In fact, Jennifer had gone farther in her company than Jeff did in his. She had risen to Vice President at her agency, while Jeffrey languished in the corporate middle. She was making nearly $50,000 dollars a year more than he was as well.
So today's humiliation was almost par for the course. His latest proposal was passed over in favor of that of his arch nemesis, Tony Scolari. Jeff could name four flaws in Scolari's proposal, but since he wasn't half the salesman as his adversary his proposal lost out to an inferior one. Another example of upper management's stupidity and incompetence.
As he drove home, he imagined what Jennifer's reaction to his latest failure would be. He could see her eyes rolling as she began her patent lecture on his shortcomings, how he should be more aggressive, how he should be a myriad other things that he clearly wasn't.
Jeffrey wished he could be all that his wife wanted him to be. He loved her dearly. It had been so hard to deal with her indifference over the past year. They hadn't made love for months. In the beginning, he made constant overtures to her. Brought her little presents and tried to create a romantic atmosphere. However, Jennifer always had some excuse -- she had brought work home, she was too tired from a long day, and the ever popular headache. Finally, Jeffrey simply gave up, hoping that she would turn around eventually, that he would do something wonderful so that he could win her affection back again.
Arriving at home Jeffrey tossed his briefcase on the chair by the table in the foyer, and made his way up the stairs to their bedroom. As he began loosening his tie, he looked into the mirror at himself. What went wrong with my life? he asked himself, before lowering his head.
After a few moments, Jeffrey raised his head, and in so doing, he noticed something on the bed behind him. Turning away from the mirror he saw what appeared to be a video cassette.
He took the few steps over to the bed and picked up the cassette. Taped to it was a hand-written note that simply said "Jeffrey, Play me." It was Jennifer's handwriting.
Jeffrey stood looking at the cassette for a long moment before walking over to the television set in the corner near the foot of the bed. Popping the cassette into the VCR and turning on the television, he sat on the edge of the bed.
After a brief flicker, Jennifer's face filled the screen. It was such a lovely face, and it reminded Jeff how long it had been since he had kissed those lips.
"Jeff," she said, "I won't beat around the bush. I've left you. I've taken my things and I've gone."
Panic struck Jeffrey and he bounded off the bed and ran quickly to Jennifer's walk-in closet. It was empty.
"Our marriage was a mistake," she continued, as he stood in the doorway to her closet. "I feel that I've given you every opportunity, but you've been a big disappointment to me. I may have loved you once, but I can no longer say that."
Jeff looked at the screen as he moved back to the bed in disbelief. Slumping back to his spot at the foot of the bed he sat there stunned as he watched his wife effectively end their marriage.
"I need excitement in my life and you no longer provide that, "she said matter-of-factly. "Its gotten to the point where I can't stand to be around you. Your feeble attempts at romance have been humorous at best and I find the thought of your hands on my body to be revolting."
Jeffrey was paralyzed, staring at the screen. Was this really happening. He knew that things weren't good, but had they deteriorated to this extent. As he looked at the beautiful face of his wife, he felt a deep pain in his gut. How could I not have seen this coming? Doesn't she know I'll try harder? How can she hate me so?
The camera began to pull back from Jennifer's face, showing her shoulders. How is she doing that? I didn't know our camera had a remote zoom.
But the camera continued to move back so that Jeffrey could see that his wife was topless, her firm breasts, breasts that he had not touched for months, exposed. He watched as she cupped her breasts and said, "See these breasts, you'll never touch them again. I know how much you loved them but the thought of your hands on them repulses me. I want confident hands on them. I have had confident hands on them, other men's hands."
The camera panned back further and Jeffrey saw that Jennifer was nude. He watched as she ran her hands over her body, along her sides, her long legs, moving toward her trimmed pussy.
Then the realization hit him. Jennifer wasn't controlling the camera. Someone else was! There was someone with her, filming her message to him. It was no longer a private humiliation. She was enjoying taunting him while someone else watched!
Jennifer slid onto the bed. Jeffrey turned to look behind him at the spot on the bed where his wife had been when the taping occurred. He looked back to the screen, heart broken, destroyed by what he was seeing but unable to turn away. He watched as Jennifer fondled herself. He watched as she spread her legs wide open and began massaging her pussy. He watched as she rubbed her swollen clit and slipped a finger into the wetness. It had been so long since he had kissed her there, so long since he tasted her when she came for him.
"See this pussy, Jeff? You will never have this pussy again. But others will, and others have. I have found good lovers. Strong confident lovers who can satisfy me."