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."
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