The Jacket

It wasn’t that Dave Greaves wasn’t attracted to his fiancée Lexi. In fact quite the opposite; his physical attraction to her was one of the main reasons she was his fiancée. It was just that their schedules never lined up any more. Lexi had been taking all the extra dusk ‘til dawn shifts at the nursing home; Dave worked days. When they did get time together they were so exhausted that sex was almost always out of the question. They only had to endure the somewhat forced celibacy for another 3 months then they would be married and they would no longer have to slog their guts out at work to afford the “dream wedding”. Then there will be a honeymoon and all the sex they can both handle.

But for Dave, right now, some sneaky self- love would have to suffice. It was a rarity that he could even muster enough enthusiasm and energy to masturbate but Lexi had sent him some very suggestive texts from work. Words only; she would not do pictures or video. Dave had barked up that tree for 3 years solid to no avail. If she had permitted him to film their love making or snapped a saucy selfie, Dave would be using that right now for ‘inspiration’. But because she refused time and time again he instead turned his attention to the next best thing - internet pornography starring amateurs. He didn’t care for the fake stereotypical ‘Barbie’ porn star. He’d take a whole lot of freckles and tooth gaps over plastic breasts and bee stung collagen lips any day.

He looked once more at the texts from Lexi to ‘prime the pump’ (Dave’s own terminology) then started scrolling through the infinite reel of amateur videos before deciding on one. He selected that particular video because in the thumbnail preview the woman’s hair reminded him of Lexis'. It was a freeze frame of a woman’s naked shoulders and the back of her head. He tended to choose the women who reminded him most of his fiancée. What could he say- he was a romantic at heart. He clicked on the thumbnail and the video began. The camera was shaky; filming what looked like some sort of hospital room. The camera finally came into focus on the back of the woman’s head just as it had been in the thumbnail.

“What are you doin’ back there?” hissed the woman in a whisper, still facing forward away from the camera.

“Nothing. At. All,” came the reply from the man behind the lens.

The camera panned down as the man began thrusting.

“You had better not be filming this Jeremy!” said the woman, this time in a loud clear voice.

Dave sprung to attention, but not in the way he had hoped. That woman; she sounded like Lexi; she looked like Lexi.

“Of course not babe,” laughed the man holding the camera. Jeremy!

“You know I respect you more than that babe” Jeremy stifled a chuckle.

“Good. Coz I don’t do that shit. Ill freaking kill you.”

Dave was now certain it was his fiancée on screen. He looked at the date stamp – filmed last night while Lexi was doing a ‘double shift’. Dave fumbled for the mouse and moved the slider on the video further along, looking intently to see if the woman’s face could be seen. His heart skipped a beat; he stopped moving the mouse cursor – he found the proof he was looking for. The woman’s face remained obscured the whole time but close to the end of the video the camera panned off to the side and there, draped over a chair was a jacket. THE jacket. Dave knew immediately that that was indeed his beloved fiancée. All those late nights she had been doing. Lexi and Dave hadn’t had sex in over a month. The room spun in front of him; he felt like he was going to throw up. The jacket stared back, video frozen on it. It was a black leather jacket with yellow patches on the elbows and emblazoned across the back in tall chunky yellow leather letters was the name “Lex”………….