Dishonor Thy Wife (19 page)

BRAD

Barbie’s truck is parked at the motel—tramp could not wait
to get here.
She called ten minutes earlier. “Hey, lover boy, I’m in room
number nine, Jayden. I can’t wait, handsome.” I about break my foot, stepping
on the brake in the parking lot.

I guzzle a few more gulps from a whiskey bottle.
I can’t
wait, handsome.
I feel like ripping the steering wheel from the dash.

I slam the car door, storm up the steps, take a deep breath,
and knock gently.
Remember, you are Jayden the sweet Brad.

“Enter,” Barbie yells.

I shove open the door.

 “You sure are anxious, hunk. For a second there, I thought
you were going to break down the door to get at me.” She purrs deep in her
throat and stretches like a feline.

Barbie lays on her stomach, a short red dress riding up her
thighs, her legs swinging behind her. She leans on her elbows and her boobs
spill from her dress, giving me an eyeful.

No, you fool! She is trying to seduce your brother with
her tits. Cunt is giving Jayden an eyeful.

Either anger, lust, booze or all three cause me to sway on
my feet.

Goddamnit! Get hold of yourself and find the strength to
carry through.

“I told you we would only have a couple of hours, but now
I’m thinking we can go all night,” she says with sparkling eyes.

Barbie never spent the night with me since she married,
since I married. The lamp on the table whacked across her head would knock her
unconscious.

Jayden would ask about her husband so I do.

She answers, “Bubba thinks my mama’s sick and needs me. Mama
promised to cover for me. Ah, you brought your pajamas” She giggles. “We don’t
need PJs, just our birthday suits, Jayden.”

My brother’s name sounds yummy in her mouth. “These are not
pajamas but toys.” I drop the leather bag on the television. Clunk. The bag
lands on the wood like a brick.

 “Ooh, are there sex toys in the bag? You are a surprise. Want
me to do to you what that strumpet is doing in that porno?” She winks at the
dirty movie on the TV and spreads her legs.
“I’m better than that vixen on TV.”

Barbie rises like a cobra from the bed and walks in a slow
sensuous gait. With each swing of her hips, I can hear the ocean crashing
against a beach.

She wraps her arms around my neck and rocks into me.

My arousal grows along with my helplessness.

She fingers the letters JT on my brother’s shirt. “Jayden,
I’m so glad you called. I knew you wouldn’t be able to forget me.”

“Was it so memorable last time?”

“You know, sugar, that day in your office.”

Jayden did it to
my
lover in
my
office. They
were humping against
my
chair,
my
desk,
my
couch. They rolled
around
my
carpet, their legs twisted together like pretzels. They shoved
against
my
door thumping against the wood, her skirt riding her hips and
Jayden with her legs wrapped around his waist and his...

She reaches down and grabs me, moaning.

I nearly swoon and damn myself for wanting her.

“You’re hungry, Jayden,” she whispers in my ear with a
throaty laugh.

She stands on my toes, tonguing my brother in the ear.

I walk my hand up her bare leg, slipping my fingers beneath
her skirt. She is wearing no panties! I slide my palm across her rear because
she rubbed oil on her naked buttocks. Really, the lying cheat oiled herself for
my brother.

She shudders and groans from my fingers walking up the line
of her butt.

Wham! I slap her across her rear so hard it must burn as if
a bee stung her, as if ten bees stung her.

She groans even louder. “You like the rough stuff? You seem
like such a shy sensitive man but there is an animal simmering beneath.
You’re growling like you’re about to explode.”

I clamp down on my cheek, moving my jawbone furiously and
tasting my own blood.

She cocks her head, her eyes roving my face. “I do believe
you are a little bit better looking than Brad.”

I yank out a pair of silk ties from the shopping bag. Both
ties are red to match her dress. The color red is the mark of a prostitute like
red light districts.

Barbie bends completely over to unbuckle her heels and her
short skirt inches up past her rear.

I rub the front of my pants. I have an insane thought that
Jayden is here with me and both of us can have her at the same time. In Philly,
we slept in the same bed with two naked women, one for each of us. Barbie could
sleep between us, both of us pressing against her, both of us shoving our
tongues in her ears, running our hands down her breasts.

And then, I would smother my brother and my girlfriend with
pillows while they slept, one knee over each, stuffing their noses with cotton,
keeping their mouths closed to let no air in.

I rip the zipper down her dress, yanking the garment from
her shoulders.

Barbie is proudly standing in front of Jayden naked, her
hands on her hips. Her chest is thrust out, her legs parted. She is showing off
for my brother.
My
woman.
My
lover.
Mine
.

“Lie down, Barbie.”

“I just love a man who gives orders,” she purrs. She grabs
my hand, cupping my fingers on her crotch. “I’ll have you begging for it just
like Brad does.”

She rocks squeezing her thighs together, trapping my hand
between her legs.

My arousal is painful and her seduction fascinating. Barbie
is every inch a predator and I bite down on her thigh to get her to release me.

“Ouch! Not so rough,” she says, brushing at the blood on her
leg.

“Now reach out your arms and legs.”

She spreads like a human sacrifice while I tie her ankles to
the bed with scarves and bind her wrists with sisal rope.

“Ouch, the rope is scratchy,” she complains.

“I’m going to punish you with pleasure.”

“Ooh, is that a slave collar?” She leans her head to one
side for easier placement around her neck.

“And what shall I do to you, Jayden?” She speaks the words with
a tongue thick with lust. Her eyelids are heavy with passion. “Let me see you,”
she moans.

I kick my pants across the room and pull my brother’s shirt off.

Her eyes are glued to my undershorts. She pants and mews,
squeezing her legs together and thrashing her body wildly on the bed.

She is whimpering for Jayden and I have not even touched her!
She humps the bed covers, moving her big rear like an ocean in the middle of a
storm.

A doctor designed the Wartenberg wheel to test nerve
reactions. The wheel has sharp pins for rolling across the skin. I plug in the
violet wand, which emits electrical pulses, and roll the wheel across her body
simultaneously zapping her with electricity. Unfortunately, the wand is not
strong enough to electrocute her, and she is enjoying the sensation of pin
pricking and zapping.

“Why did you stop when I was so close?” she rattles in raspy
breaths.

She tries to kiss me, but I bang my head against her
collarbone, avoiding her. I pinch her thighs. “You want pain, huh?” I squeeze
her nipples.

Her head bangs against the headboard, the rope cutting into
her wrists. “Stop, you’re hurting me!”

I grab her cheeks with my hands and shove my face at her so I
am spitting into her mouth.

“What...?”

I shut her up by covering her mouth with my hand.

“No condom,” I rasp. “I’m going to feel you skin to skin
this time.”

Her eyes are wild.

I ram into her, painfully, hurtfully.

I grunt on top of her, my face strained and I don’t stop
pounding, pinching, and squeezing her, until I collapse on top of her, not
bothering to cushion her from any of my weight.

Red bruises are on her thighs. One hip is purplish.

“Give me a moment to recover my stamina, so I can go again.
Only I’m going to flip you over so you don’t enjoy any of it!”

“You selfish bastard,” she screams
and struggles to hit me, but she is tied to the bed. “What if you got me
pregnant? Bubba had a vasectomy.”

I yank her hair back and lower my face to hers. “Look at me!”

She pushes her head into the pillow and mews. “My God, your
eyes. You look like a monster.
Untie me,” she pleads. “You’re crazy,
Jayden.”

“You won’t be able to walk when I’m through with you.” I rub
the muscle spasms on her thighs and roughly massage her bruised breasts. “Ah,
so now you’re whimpering in pain and not lust.”

“You’re hurting me,” she whispers.

“You want gentleness?” I take the whip from the bag.

“You wouldn’t...you couldn’t...You
are Brad’s brother, a doctor, a man of healing.”

“The whip is just a sex toy, but first, I have to shut you
up.”

I try to stuff a silk tie into her mouth and she bites me.

I squeeze her neck, choking her and push the tie down the
opening of her throat.

“A dozen lashes for biting me. Ah, come on, quit crying,
baby. The slaves in the South had it worse. There, no more whipping, see,” and I
drop the whip. “You want sensitivity? How’s this?” I slam my fist against her
jaw and the bone crunches.

“You prefer my brother!” I scream at her.

Finally, there is an
oh-shit
recognition in her eyes.

“You come sniffing after Jayden like a bitch in heat!”

I land my knuckles on the bridge of her nose.

Crack.

She blacks out.

I throw a glass of water in her face and she comes to
sputtering. I pull the gag halfway out so she can get some air.

“You were out for less than a minute so don’t look at me
like you just died.” I point a jagged kitchen knife at her.

 
She opens her mouth to scream, I guess, but her jaw is
broken.

My body shivers at my reflection in the mirror. I hardly
know this man, this baboon who grins from a flushed face, hair sticking up from
his head like a zombie.
Oh God, why did she have to bury me?
Tears stream
down my cheeks. “Why do you hurt me like this, Barbie?”

She pulls at her wrists but I, a former Boy Scout, knotted
the scarves.

The knife shakes in my hand. Who turned up the damned heat? I
am sweating an ocean here. “You want my brother so I’ll give him half of you, put
your body parts in a box, and ship you to Canada.”

She moans.

Blood is smeared across her face. Her jaw is black and blue,
and her face swollen. A spot of blood where the knife nicked dribbles down her
neck. Her tied wrists are bleeding and her ankles are raw.

“Fight me and you hurt yourself more.”

She pushes herself further into the mattress, making me
laugh.

“I only want to kiss you, my love.” My lips flutter across her
broken jaw. “See. I can be gentle. You cut me in two, sweetheart.” I take the
knife and slice it down my chest, drawing blood. “See. My wound hurts more than
yours do.”

I yank a mirror from the wall and carry it over to her. “You
can thank Jayden for making you ugly. It was him you were so excited to meet,
remember?”

She stares in horror at her broken jaw, nose smashed in and
lip split in two.

“My brother won’t ever want you again, no man will, not even
Bubba.”

She cringes then closes her eyes, and leans her head,
exposing her jugular vein. Barbie is vain and would prefer death. Tough luck. I
drop the knife in the shopping bag, along with the other sex toys. “You won’t
dare tell Bubba it was me who beat you up. How would you explain meeting me at
a motel, huh? Pretend you were abducted by bikers who brought you to this room
to gang rape you.”

I laugh at her pathetic attempt of trying to kick me with
her ankles tied.

I wrap my brother’s shirt around her neck and squeeze tightly.
“Better yet, tell your husband Jayden Tremblay from Canada visited Austin and
beat you to a pulp.”

She wheezes and I remove the gag. She tries to speak but only
manages to mouth the words
I hate you.

“I should kill you for that, but I’ll let you live so you
can see how hideous you are, you cheating slut. You look dirty and cheap, like
a whore no man would care about, like some sex object, a thing.”

I believe to be cured of Barbie until I sit in my car and
ball like a baby.

BRAD

I wipe my eyes with Jayden’s shirt and then speed away headed
in the direction of Pace Bend Park northwest of Austin. At Pace Bend are
limestone cliffs overlooking Lake Travis. The tallest cliff is 45 feet above
the water.

I sit on the front seat of the car and push the power button
so that the seat reclines. For a man about to commit suicide I am mindful of my
comfort and punch the power lock on the doors to insulate the car from any
terror lurking outside.

There is a crack in the moon, down the center. The two
halves fit perfectly like Jayden and me.
With any
luck, my brother’s heart will stop beating when mine does.

The phone rings.

Barbie is calling to apologize!
Sorry, I got a little
crazy, honey, and did not mean any of it. I want you. I need you. I love you. I
never wanted Jayden.

My voice is hoarse. I answer like a little girl, “Hello.”

A stranger calling with a wrong number, and uncaring of your
problems, is a sign that you should go through with killing yourself.

I stand on the edge of a cliff staring down at the ripples
of the water in the moonlight. Over the years, several people have fallen to
their deaths from atop the cliffs. Given how low the water currently is, I shall
have to be careful not to land on a rock and break my neck. Drowning would be
less painful.

The lake is black as a tunnel and it seems a hand reaches from
beneath the surface of the water. Perhaps a mermaid waves at me. There are
Sirens beneath the sea, singing to me to join them. It will be calm at the
bottom of the lake. I really do not mind fish nibbling my body, and then parts
of me will come back, fished from the ocean. I can be deep-fried and broiled,
baked and caked. Cajun seasoning and lemon pepper are among my favorites.

I sway on the ledge, cool air sobering me, wondering if committing
suicide over an uncaring woman is worth the trouble. My brother will not come
to my funeral for who will tell him I died. The only other person who knows of our
masquerade is Barbie, and she may never speak again since I punched her larynx
as a parting gift.

 I had better think this through—Jayden and Barbie together
at
my
funeral. My brother comforting
my
girlfriend during
my
eulogy, both of them standing at the podium to broadcast how they both made a
fool of Brad O’Boyle.

Over
my
dead body! I will not give those two animals
the satisfaction of killing myself. Plus, if I die, what if Jayden returns and
pretends to be me?

This time of year, the sun does not set until about 9:30. It
is around 9:15 p.m. and I am the only one here. A setting sun is soothing,
giving one hope that
tomorrow is another day
. I am in a
Gone with the
Wind
moment, feeling melancholy.

There is a rustling behind me, and my hair rises at the nape
of my neck. I earlier threw the knife into Lake Travis just in case Barbie
decides to press charges. My only defense from an intruder is a ballpoint pen
in my pocket. The
Superman Gel Pen
could stab an animal in the eye.

A shadow of a human looms above me.

“What the…?

Hands shove against my back and push me.

I hurl head first towards the dark depths of Travis Lake.