Brenda's Game - Chapter 13 - Sex Stories

Brenda's Game - Chapter 13

The morning sunlight, diffused by a veil of grey clouds, cast an eerie glow over the office building as Jim approached, his heart heavy with the burden of the truth he now carried. The weight of it pressed down on his shoulders, threatening to crush him as he climbed the steps to the entrance.

As he opened the door, the familiar faint scent of stale coffee and copier ink assaulted his nostrils, triggering a wave of nausea. His steps faltered, and he leaned against the wall for support, trying to catch his breath.

A cold shiver ran down his spine, and he couldn't shake the image of Danny's smug smile as he participated in Brenda's debauchery. The memory of their betrayal was like a knife twisting in his gut, and he clenched his fists in anger and shame.

But he couldn't let his emotions get the best of him. He had a job to do, and he couldn't afford to let his personal feelings interfere. He straightened his posture and took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come.

Closing his eyes, he whispered a silent prayer for strength and courage before making his way to his office. The yellowed and dog-eared pages of the old files awaited him, a constant reminder of the injustices he had uncovered.

"Morning, Jim," called out a coworker, her voice muffled by the hum of the air conditioning.

"Hey," he muttered back, offering a weak smile that failed to reach his eyes. As he walked through the halls, the once-comforting chatter of keyboards and ringing phones ...

... seemed to close in on him like a vice, amplifying the tension that knotted his stomach.

"Everything alright, man?" asked another colleague, his brow furrowing with concern as he noticed the change in Jim's demeanor.

"Uh, yeah, just tired," lied Jim, forcing a chuckle. "You know how it is."

He continued down the narrow, dimly lit hallway, feeling the weight of a thousand gazes burning into his back. Every step was heavy, as if he were carrying the burden of his secret shame on his shoulders. The walls, covered in glossy inspirational posters and photographs of smiling employees at company retreats, seemed to mock him with their false promises of success and happiness. They were bitter reminders of a time when his life had been effortless and uncomplicated, before it was marred by betrayal and deceit.

As he passed the break room, he overheard snippets of conversation – whispers of weekend plans and office gossip – but one name stood out among the rest: Danny. It was as though the universe conspired to remind him of his boss's role in his wife's sordid affairs.

"Did you see Danny's new car?" someone asked excitedly.

"Damn, I wish I had his salary," another replied with a chuckle.

Jim clenched his fists, struggling to maintain his composure. The thought of Danny, the man he'd once respected and admired, living a life of luxury while participating in Brenda's gangbangs made him sick to his stomach. But with every step he took towards his office, he knew he'd ...