Chapter 5
I did in fact have Steve Bellos’s address by noon on Tuesday. One of my writer friends is also quite an accomplished hacker. He told me it took twenty minutes to break into Steve’s Hotwife Site and get all the info from his account file.
At five past noon. I sent Steve another short message. In the message, I included his address, his social security number, his bank info and his job history. At the end I simply stated: “Don’t fuck with me.”
It was a half an hour after Crystal got home that she suddenly flew into a rage. “HOW DARE YOU THREATEN STEVE,” she screamed as she came barreling down the stairs from her office upstairs.
“Oh, are we pissed off now? Good! Now you know how pissed off I am that you sent nude photos to another man. Now you know how pissed off I am that you want to fuck other men,” I screamed loud enough to stop Crystal dead in her tracks. “I think you should pack up your shit and move out,” I hollered.
Crystal was completely stunned silent. I walked right past her at the bottom of the stairs. I went into my den and slammed the door. For quite some time afterward, I could hear her sobbing out in the kitchen.
It was two hours later that Crystal knocked softly on my door and then opened it up to stick her head into the room. “Can we talk Jack without yelling and accusing?” she asked softly. I shrugged my shoulders but told her to come in.
“Look Jack, I never meant for any of this to get this far,” Crystal told me. “I just shut down my site so no more messages can come in and I won’t be part of that anymore,” she added.
“I was just looking for something to give me some new excitement,” she told me. “Great, sorry I am so boring,” I hissed.
“Oh Jack! It’s not that at all! You are an incredibly exciting man,” Crystal gasped. “You write stories that people read all over the world and send you wonderful fan mail,” she told me.
“You get to have your fantasizes every day and write them down for all to see,” she suggested. “Yeah, but I don’t bring them to bed with me. I don’t jeopardize our marriage with it,” I answered.
“I don’t want us to be over,” Crystal told me very softly. “Yeah, well I don’t see how this will ever go away. I will always feel like I’m not good enough for you from now on,” I told her straight out. “I will always think that you want other men instead of me,” I added.
“Please Jack. Please try to find some way that we can get past this,” Crystal pleaded. “Maybe there is one thing we could try,” I offered. “But I’ll have to make a call and talk to a friend,” I told her.
Although it was past 9pm, I had and pretty good feeling that Janice would be home. But there was the possibility that she might be busy.
“Hello Janice. This is Jack…you know…Yeah, that Jack.” I was pleased that she knew who I was right away.
It was a year ago that Janice and I ended up alone at the coffee bar.
The day was called off because of the baseball playoffs but nobody had a way to contact Janice. So I went to the bar to meet her alone.
Janice and I had a very nice conversation that day getting to know each other better. At the end of the conversation, Janice confided that she was a member of a swinging group.
There was a bit of a pause after that since I had no idea how to respond to that. “I would be happy to have you join us sometime if you ever want to check it out,” she’d told me. She also gave me a card with her phone number.
I spent about twenty minutes telling Janice about everything that happened so far this week. “So, I think that this will either be a way to save our marriage or a way for Crystal to move in a different direction.
“So, how do YOU feel about all of this?” Janice asked me. At first, the question sort of stumped me. “To tell you the truth, what I want out of this is to feel desired. I want to feel like I matter and I’m good enough to want,” I told Janice honestly.
“Well, I can promise you Jack that you will find all of that at my house,” Janice told me. “To tell YOU the truth, I have been hoping for the day you would call me about this,” she confided.