Brenda's Game - Chapter 13 - Sex Stories

Brenda's Game - Chapter 13

... sorts of things to satisfy their desires. You can either accept it and move on, or let it consume you. But remember, you have a job to do here, and we're counting on you."

Jim's hands clenched into tight fists, his knuckles turning white. He could feel the humiliation burning inside him like acid. "But how can I just... forget about it?" he stammered, his voice cracking under the strain of his emotions. "She's my wife, Danny! And you are... involved..."

"Jim, I'm not saying it's easy," Danny replied, his tone softening ever so slightly. "But life goes on. We all have our little piles of bullshit we have to face. We all have our own ways of coping with our little piles of bullshit, and now you need to find yours. This company relies on you, and right now, you're letting us down. You have to find a way to separate your personal life from your professional one."

As Jim listened to Danny's words, he felt a strange mixture of resentment and respect. He despised Danny for his involvement in Brenda's gangbangs, but at the same time, there was something undeniably compelling about the man's ability to maintain control of any situation, even one as emotionally charged as this.

Danny leaned forward in his chair, regarding Jim with a steely gaze. "You know, there are some positive aspects to this situation that you're not considering," he said slowly. "Brenda still loves you, Jim. She's just exploring her own desires, which is something every adult has the right to do. She's ...

... still your wife, it's not like she's leaving you."

Jim clenched his fists on his lap, trying to suppress his anger. He wanted to scream, to tell Danny that what he was saying wasn't right, to scream that he wished Brenda would leave, but the words caught in his throat.

"And she's still the same wife, Jim," Danny urged, his voice growing slightly more patient, "This has been going on a long time, and she's no different today than she was last year. Nothing much has changed except you found out about something that doesn't hardly even take up a few hours a month. The only thing that has changed, Jim, is you."

"Besides," Danny continued, "the bottom line here is you can't be letting this affect your work performance. You have a job to do here, and we expect you to maintain an adequate level of productivity if you want to continue working for us." He paused for emphasis, his eyes never leaving Jim's face. "Focus on what you can control and let go of the rest."

As Jim listened to Danny's words, they felt like a dagger twisting in his chest. Was it true? Could he really compartmentalize his feelings and focus on work while his wife engaged in such activities?

"Now, let's talk about these quarterly reports," Danny said, his voice steady and authoritative. He picked up a stack of papers, each page marked with red ink, highlighting the numerous errors that had been made. "What happened here? What are you going to do to fix it?"

Meanwhile, in her office, Susan stared ...