I have a feeling this story isn't going to win me any popularity contests. It certainly doesn't reflect one of my finer moments as friend, ex-girlfriend, or person with a decent sense of compassion and empathy. In fact, what I did was downright ugly. It was also totally hot. That's the thing about sex: It's not always pretty. Sex doesn't always have to be about an intimate connection, a genuine showing of affection, or even a carnal expression of our desires. At least not when it's revenge sex.
Let me start at the beginning. My ex and his former best friend, who we'll call "Chris," spent the best days of their adolescence together. As teenage boys, they competed over everything. In their 20s, they both moved to California and then to New York. They both earned a living working in the nightlife industry. But while my ex was nesting with me, Chris was single, and partying non-stop. He'd occasionally come to our place for dinner and make backhanded compliments about how domestic a life we led. Chris was loud, opinionated, stubborn, and as a houseguest, would stay up all hours of the night. He and I clashed, and on more than one occasion I yelled at him. Fast-forward six years. My relationship with my ex was strained. We were fighting all the time, and I sensed something wasn't right. Then I got the call. Chris had phoned my brother and told him that my ex was having an affair and that, "Jill is a good woman and doesn't deserve this."
When my ex found out I knew about the affair, we exchanged text messages about him getting his stuff out of the apartment we'd shared for so long. And that was the end. In disbelief and misery, I spent a good four months not eating, sleeping, or really going anywhere. Then one balmy September afternoon, I decided to get out of the house and go shopping. High from some retail therapy, I went to a local bar on the Lower East Side where I used to go with my ex. Chris was there. I bought him drinks as a thank you for going against guy code and ratting out his friend, and we talked forever about what a jerk my ex was. That was the first night in six months I felt semi-human. A couple of weeks later, Chris texted me asking if I wanted to hang out. I was busy and couldn't, but saved the text on my phone and kept re-examining it. I was still torn up about the demise of a relationship with a man who I'd loved for six years, who considered my family his, who made plans with me about starting a family of our own. Even writing about how I felt in the aftermath of that breakup makes my stomach flip. To get my mind off the sting of rejection I felt every second of everyday, I would look at Chris' text. Then came the fantasies. Never in the six years that I knew Chris did I find him attractive. He had swagger and was a good-looking guy; he just wasn't my type. But suddenly, all I could think about was what it would be like to kiss him; to be held by him; to touch him everywhere.
So I went back to that bar on the Lower East Side one night, and I have to say, I was looking for trouble. I had this feeling Chris would be there, and he was. The minute I sat down next to him I knew it was on. We were drinking, laughing; his arm found its way around my waist, and before either of us knew it, we were outside walking over to his place. Once there, I felt an odd sensation taking over my body, like I was living in a movie. We were talking, sitting on the couch and sharing a beer when I took off my shirt. Then we went at, it spilling beer everywhere. He picked me up and carried me into his room and we both got naked. "I didn't plan this, you know," I lied. That night we had amazingly hot sex several times. Neither of us seemed to tire; we just wanted more and more. There was no talking, no cuddling in between sessions. We rested until one of us gave the signal that we were ready to go again. Closing my eyes, I can picture that night, and it has to be one of the most passionate times ever.
The next morning I left without saying much, but I was a new person. I'd done something horrible, and the shame had me turned on like I couldn't believe. All the months of anger and sadness had exploded in my night with Chris, and I was left feeling so bad, and yet, as the cliché goes, so good.
I tried to forget about it. I told myself it would never happen again. Then at one in the morning I received a text from him. It read: "I keep thinking about it." To this day, that is the most turned on I've ever been reading a text message. We texted back and forth making jokes about how we could end up on "Jerry Springer," and then he asked if I wanted to meet up again. Did I?! For months, the anger I had inside me had nowhere to go. I didn't know what to do with it. I cried. I whined to my friends. I fell asleep in my mom's lap. But I was enraged that someone could betray me in the way he knew would break me. Sure, mom's coddling was nice, but I really just wanted to f*** away the pain. So I met up with Chris -- again and again.
It went on for a bit in the same way: no talking, just almost primal revenge sex. But the passion I'd felt the first time waned with each subsequent encounter. As I was kissing Chris, I'd get a flash of my ex's face. When Chris would push his chest into mine, it was my ex's body I would feel. Before long, I was hysterically crying -- total mood killer. In the morning, I'd put myself back together and leave his apartment ashamed. The guilt that had been a supreme aphrodisiac the previous week was making me feel like I could melt into the pavement at any second. I knew Chris didn't have feelings for me beyond the fact that he wanted to screw my ex over, another win in the ongoing competition that had defined their friendship -- so he screwed me. The intense revenge sex had backfired: I ended up feeling morally reprehensible and missing my ex even more. As dysfunctional as our relationship was, sex was something we never had problems with. In fact, it was one of the few ways that we were able to be authentic with each other and maintain a connection.
When I'd meet up with Chris, I could tell his feelings had shifted as well. The novelty and taboo had worn off, and the silence that had once been a sign of our lust lingered awkwardly. Unable to bear it any longer, I voiced my concerns about what we were doing. As soon as I mentioned my ex's name, Chris jumped up and yelled at me not to ever say that name in his bed. Then Chris and I were yelling and carrying on, and it was all so reminiscent of being with my ex I couldn't take any more. Chris texted me the next day and said he didn't think we should see each other any more. I threw my phone against the wall. I was being rejected all over again.
I can only speak from my experience: Revenge sex might give you a cheap thrill, but it doesn't end well. Not because sex has to fit into a pretty little box where everything is always morally taut. To this day, my ex still doesn't know about my affair with Chris. I don't think he reads my column, and I'm not writing this to exact my final revenge. In fact, I hope he never reads this, never finds out. What Chris and I shared was between us -- the way sex works best in my opinion -- as something between the people engaged in the act. The problem with revenge sex is there's always a third party lurking in the bedroom, haunting.
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To a man, revenge is called "One more, one last time". If he can get her to sleep with him one more time...and give her the best sex she's ever had...then walk away, saying, "I knew you'd do it", then he's gotten his revenge. It's really great if he yells "NEXT" as he's walking out the door.
what the author really did was use sex to make her feel better and did it with the person who was closest to her ex. She and Chris were the two closest to the ex : ) I'm glad they had fun and I am sure it filled a void for BOTH of them. Her Ex? ahhh, he showed her how much he cared about her while in the relationship didnt he?
And we all KNOW...someone, somewhere WILL show this article to her EX. The author is really trying to stir up real REVENGE now : )
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"Chris was loud, opinionated, stubborn, and as a houseguest, would stay up all hours of the night. He and I clashed, and on more than one occasion I yelled at him."
That's when she first knew she wanted him. It was all just brewing from there.
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"I bought him drinks as a thank you for going against guy code and ratting out his friend, and we talked forever about what a jerk my ex was."
The seduction begins.
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"I was busy and couldn't, but saved the text on my phone and kept re-examining it."
Translation: I was "playing" hard to get.
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"Never in the six years that I knew Chris did I find him attractive. "
Yeah...so anyway...
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Men like Chris are why so many men around the country are raising kids that they THINK are their own. It's also why we don't have mandatory paternity test.
As I expected in the end he dumped her because players like this leave it to gullible males to become providers while they have all the sex.
Now all she has left to do is make sure her ex finds out so she can get some vindication out of not only being cheated on, but also getting played.
Marriage is for the birds.
I enjoyed the honesty. Unless someone walks in your shoes, they have no idea how they are personally going to react to a betrayal such as yours. We are all too used to reading accounts in which the author poses as victim.
The best message is the one of insight. Becoming aware of our frailties and realizing we are all just trying to figure this thing called life.