she knew that she had allowed Philip to fuck her earlier on because she had felt in some way that she was getting her own back at Randy. Not that she hadn't ended up enjoying herself, however, and not that she wouldn't allow him to fuck her again… still, she would really like to know what was going on with Randy and yet she dared not confront him with the situation.
Julie was in truth a little afraid of Randy, he had a violent temper that she hadn't really discovered until after they were married, not that her mother hadn't warned her. People with red hair have bad tempers, she had told her but Julie had only laughed it off saying that Randy was an angel. How wrong I was, she mused now. She looked across at her husband slyly… not that he isn't handsome, she thought and not that he doesn't have a great body… it's just that he's so strange and distant these days.
Julie changed into a comfortable flowing caftan that buttoned down the front, it was slightly diaphanous so that when she passed underneath the light her beautiful form could be seen through it. She was still drenched in the powerful memories of the fucking session she had had with Philip and she had worn her caftan instinctively not thinking of the effect it would have on Randy.
For an instant, as Randy looked at Julie, he felt desire flooding his body. He took in the curve of her upthrust breasts and the long, svelte line of her tapering thighs. Christ! He felt horny, he was surprised too, it had only been an hour since he had stashed his latest girlfriend in the Chelsea Hotel, having fucked her almost to death as soon as they hit the room. I wonder if I could get it up again, he mused.
Randy Moore was pretty proud of himself, for the past year he had managed to have a series of mistresses without his wife having the slightest idea of what was going on. He had covered his tracks pretty well so far and had no reason to feel paranoid or nervous. It wasn't that Julie wasn't one hell of a beautiful woman, it was just that she was so wrapped up in her art work she didn't remember to have fun. Randy had discovered after their marriage that Julie liked to go to bed early and rise early, she liked the morning light for painting. She didn't particularly like to drink or to go into bars, both of which were a favorite pastime of his. Suddenly, after their marriage, he had realized that they were quite different… he liked good-time girls and although he appreciated all of Julie's wonderful virtues or still desired a woman with a little more worldliness. He liked what society would call 'bad women' they really knew how to please a man!
Now however as he looked at Julie he couldn't help but feel aroused, it seemed to him that she was challenging him as she stood under the light, the soft curve of her hips blending into the longer line of her thighs, her legs spread slightly in an almost combative stance. He didn't know why but he sensed that Julie was brooding over something, she was angry with him about something he knew, yet even in her defiance she was desirable. He felt the familiar stirrings of his blood-engorged penis and he knew that he wanted to take her! He stood up quickly and grabbing Julie, enfolded her in his arms, quickly sliding his hands down her back to the rounded fullness of her buttocks.
Julie didn't know what was happening to her but the moment that Randy touched her she went rigid. She felt the hard bulge of his erection against the warm flesh of her loins and she was repulsed. She had never felt quite like this before when Randy had touched her but now with the memory of Philip's cock still inside her and the knowledge that perhaps Randy was double-crossing her, she felt totally unresponsive to his caresses.
'Leave me alone Randy,' she cried out.
'What…! Hey Julie what's going on, you're my wife you know!'
'What does that mean Randy?' she sneered.
'It means that if I want to exercise my husbandly rights and fuck you, I can do it.'
'Haven't you been getting enough elsewhere Randy?' she spat out boldly.
'How's that?'
'I think you know what I mean Randy.'
'Come on, spit it out Julie, what are you getting at,' Randy commanded, not realizing that Julie knew anything of his double life.
'Alright, if that's the way you want it,' she said defiantly, 'you've been seen out in San Francisco with several woman over the past year, so God knows what you do in Los Angeles, London and Paris.'
'Who told you that,' he asked, creasing his brow in an effort to remember if he had ever seen any of their mutual friends when he had been with another woman.
'Never mind who, but obviously you've had other women Randy.'
'Well, you're so tied up with your painting baby, a man has to have some fun.'
'Are you jealous of my art Randy?'
'You spend so much Goddamned time on it baby, at least when I'm home you could spend a little time with me, any other women would be happy to take care of me, do all the things a wife should do.'
'Oh God! I just can't believe you're saying this,' Julie said.
'Well I am baby, I'm sick and tired of playing second fiddle. You're just not desirable to me any more.'
Suddenly something split inside Julie as she heard Randy's last remarks, she wanted to hurt him, to really hurt him to pay him back for all the women he had had when she had thought he was being a faithful husband to her. She didn't care anymore… she just wanted to strike back at him to pay him back for her own pain. 'You bastard,' she screamed, 'that's not true, ask Philip Randolph he fucked me tonight and he seemed to be very satisfied.'
'You bitch,' screamed Randy swinging at her with his fist, hitting her mouth and causing a thin trickle of blood to run down her chin.
'That's it, now you've done it,' yelled Julie, 'get out of here you rotten bastard, get out of here, I never want to see you again!'
'Don't worry I'm leaving, there are other women around who want me!'
Randy grabbed his jacket and briefcase and stormed out of the studio before Julie could stop him, as she watched him leave she collapsed on the floor, sobbing, she hadn't meant to tell him about Philip and now she felt really ashamed.
Oh God! Julie thought to herself as she realized fully what she had done. She hadn't meant for things to turn out this way, she loved Randy despite his infidelities and now she had totally ruined everything, she had probably lost Randy for ever. 'Oh God!' sobbed Julie, 'I just want to die, I really want to die!'
CHAPTER FOUR
Julie could hardly wait to talk to Philip, she sipped her coffee in her apartment and looked impatiently at the clock. Probably the gallery wouldn't open until 10:00AM damn it, she really wanted to talk to someone. Suddenly Julie Moore felt very lonely, she realized now that she didn't know anyone in New York and it was a big place. She thought of calling Larry Rutherford, he had been so good to her he would probably give her a shoulder to cry on… still she felt silly, she didn't really know him either. The only person she felt intimate with was Philip, she would just have to wait until she could talk to him.
The clock seemed to go very slowly but finally it was 10:15AM Julie picked up the telephone and dialed the gallery. 'Good morning, Argon Gallery,' she heard the receptionist purr. 'Good morning, could I speak to Mr. Randolph?' Julie said firmly. 'Who shall I say is calling?' the receptionist inquired. 'Julie Moore,' Julie could sense a strange silence at the other end of the telephone, she wondered vaguely if Philip's receptionist was aware of what was going on, could it be that she desires him herself, she wondered. 'Just a moment, I'll connect you,' she heard her finally say.
'Good morning Julie my dear, what can I do for you,' she heard Philip's soothing tones.
Immediately Julie began to sob uncontrollably, it took her several minutes to actually explain to Philip what had happened and to tell him how miserable she was.
Philip Randolph was very sympathetic, he had lived enough years to have lived through several such similar scenes himself, 'I've got a good idea,' he said after a while, 'look you're tired, a little run down, why don't you go out to my house on Fire Island for a few days, rest up a little. When you get back you can get in touch with Randy via his company… how about it, I'll even try to get out to the island to meet you.'
'Are you sure?' Julie hesitated, not at all certain that she wanted to be alone for a few days.
'Quite sure, in fact I'll take you out there today but I won't be able to stay, too much business to attend to at
