the rape

my wife wanted to spice up our
sex life a little, so she
convinced me to leave the house,
come back later and rape her.

i was to then leave the house
again, to make it all
appear to be the real deal.

the night it was supposed to
happen i told my wife i was
going to go to the bar
to get a little drunk
because i wasn't so much for
the role-playing, plus it
would add a touch of
authenticity, what with
the smell of stale
beer and whiskey.

i left the bar about an hour
after i arrived, enough
time to down 3 beers
and two shots of Crown
Royal.

i was feeling good and
all my nerves were gone.

i pulled up to the front
of the house, walked around
to the kitchen window
and opened it.
i climbed in, careful not
to knock any flowerpots
off the ledge,
and tiptoed to the
bedroom.

I crept to the edge of the bed
then quickly pounced.  I
held my left hand over her
mouth so she couldn't scream
and yelled things like

don't make this any more
difficult than it has to be!

and

don't scream or you're going
to get more than you
bargained for!

i ripped off her bedclothes,
roughly caressed her naked
body then said, for
comic relief,

you might feel
a little pinch.

i entered her and pumped
away as hard as i
could.  i kept my left hand
over her mouth and rubbed
her hair and body with
my right.

she wriggled and writhed
to get free, but
my elephant-heavy body
prevented her from
getting loose.  eventually
she stopped moving
and resigned herself to
what was occurring, even
began to like it.

when i finished, i rolled
off of her, buttoned up
my pants and said,

if you tell anyone
about this i will come
back and kill you.

it seemed like the perfect touch.

when i left the house through the
kitchen window i started shaking
all over.  i headed
to the bar again, ordered
two more beers to quiet
my nerves, then drove
back home.

when i got home, she was
already asleep so i
slipped between the sheets,
snuggled up close to her
and fell asleep.

i woke up the next morning
with my wife already
awake, lying next to me.

where the hell did you
go last night?
she demanded.

what do you mean?
i said.
i did everything
you wanted me to do.

no you didn't
she said.
i waited all night and
you never showed up.  where the
hell were you?

just then i realized that
the kitchen i broke into was
not the same kitchen that was currently
positioned just down the hall
from where she and i
were lying.

come to think of it, the
whole house
was not the same house.

it was my neighbor's house.

she was a single mother.  twice
divorced and the same age
as my wife and i.

i told my wife that i couldn't
go through with the whole
violent fantasy rape thing,
so decided to just hang out
in the bar instead, and that i hope
she wasn't too mad at me.

she said she wasn't, but that
i should've just come home
and told her.

the police never came to my
house, even though our neighbor
had to know it was me
who raped her.  i wasn't wearing
a mask and didn't even
attempt to disguise my voice.

but, every time i see her
mowing her lawn or working in
her flowers beds she makes it
a point to say

hi, Jeremiah, how are you doing today?

then winks at me.

i always say hi back then continue
on, thankful that she was in
need of a good hard dicking
and that the big
bodybuilder who lived
in the house before her
had already moved out before
this horrible mix up
occurred.

things might have gotten
really fucked up
then.

 

-published in Babel Magazine