I light the joint and inhale slowly, I lean back on the couch and wait for Rebecca. Smoke surrounds me, the smell of fresh marijuana is intoxicating.
This morning my plan will come together, three months of conversation, planning, and waiting. I consider myself a good man, I care, love and respect people. However, if you fuck with me, I have an evil side. This side tends to stay hidden, suppressed, and does not see the light of day often.
Tim was able to get my evil side to show, to come out. Tim is my former employer and what most would call an egotistical asshole who would be better off dead than managing people. I worked hard for Tim and did my best to perform the tasks of the job. I worked for Tim’s father for four years before he passed away and Tim took the company over. During those four years, I loved my job, but since Tim took over, my life has been hell.
Three months ago I am called into Tim’s office. He fired me for being late the previous month during a snowstorm, tell’s me he needs reliable people, people he can trust and count on. A friend who works at the company tells me a few weeks later that Tim filled my position with his good friend who was released from prison. At this point, I am sort of over the whole situation and have been enjoying my new job.
One night I am high and scrolling through Facebook when I see a recommended friend. I see a middle-aged white woman, pretty overweight, crooked teeth, and purple hair. I also see that piece of shit Tim embracing this woman. I click the profile and realize it is Tim and Rebecca, his wife.
I had no idea he was married but was happy to see it was to Rebecca. There is no way he gets any pleasure out of fucking this woman if she even fucks him at all. Rebecca is not too attractive, but Tim was hit hard by some ugly branches growing up. I pull up my secret Facebook, the one where I perv, friend request random people, and am able to post some stuff I don't want my mother to see. I send Rebecca a friend request. I don’t think much of it until a few days later.
A few day’s later I get a message from Rebecca
R- “Do we know each other?”
Me- “No we don’t, I liked your purple hair though”
R- “Thank you, glad you like it, my husband sure as hell does not.”
Me- “He sounds like an asshole then.”
R - “Oh he most definitely is an asshole lol.”
Me- “Well sounds like you need to fuck someone who will like your purple hair lol.”
R- “Well if you know anyone that want’s to, send them my way ROFL.”
I sit on my couch with my phone in my hand, staring at the text as if it will change. My dick twitches in my shorts, but unsure why. I’m not attracted to this woman, but at the same point, she is my ex-boss’s wife, whom I hate more than almost anyone breathing. Do I dare do this? Is this even to low for me?
As the weeks go on Rebecca and I talk more and more. From casually talking to daily, to every few hours. Rebecca is actually a pretty cool woman with similar interests. Rebecca seems to hate Tim more than me, I love hearing the stories of his little dick and how she never fucks him.
Knowing how miserable Tim is at home brings me joy. It’s late one evening when I finally message Rebecca. My Facebook profile is a generic beach photo and my location is not my city I live in. I tell Rebecca that I actually know Tim, and worked for him. I send her a photo of the real me and tell her I live near her. I tell Rebecca this because at first, it was a fun game, but she is a genuinely nice woman and I don't wanna be a douchebag anymore. She immediately reads it, the screen shows it. However, Rebecca does not respond, not for an hour, or two or even six.
Seven hours later I am eating dinner when my phone vibrates. Rebecca has messaged me.
R- “Are you going to tell Tim?”
Me- “No Rebecca, I hate that piece of shit. I know he is your husband but he fired me. Sorry if I wasted your time talking but I think your pretty cool and didn’t wanna lie anymore.”
R- “I appreciate you telling me that. It’s fine if you hate Tim, he can be a huge asshole. Believe me, I know. That is why I am divorcing him soon”
Me- “I appreciate you understanding, if you don’t wanna talk anymore then I understand.I had no clue you were planning on doing that”
R- “Yeah, this marriage is over, I’m done. He just won’t accept it yet.”
Me- “Well maybe when you're divorced we could grab a beer or something?”
R- "Or you could just have me over to your place instead”
I double-take my phone, and re-read what she said. Getting my dick sucked by Tim’s wife would be the ultimate fuck you. The thought alone has my cock rock hard. I text Rebecca and let her know that it could be arranged. Rebecca is straight to the point in saying she is free all week during the day when Tim’s working. Fate has a funny way of working because I happen to have tomorrow off thanks to a shift swap with a co-worker.
