30 A Brad State of Mind Pt. 1 (1/2)

It was just like another day. The morning came after the dark night passed. My fatigued body laid spread on the bed alone. It wasn't the first time either. It had been like this for years now. I had woken up with something inserted in my anus almost every weekend. And when the Monday comes, the relief comes with it.

I reached down and pulled the anal beads out of me. I had to report back with my data in the next fifty minutes. So I scanned the room and found my files on the table, still intact. i threw myself onto my side and pushed my body against the gravity to sit on the bed. my feet touched the tiled floor as I slowly stumbled into the attached washroom. I turned on the shower and soaked my skin in the boiling water to feel myself in my body.

My hair that he loved so much, I cut it. My feet that he loved to lick, I didn't care. My lips that he loved to kiss, had ruined their touch due to my habit of chain-smoking. Everything about me had changed, but my husband didn't change one bit.

He was still the same sadist sexual partner that I fell for six years ago. A fateful night of booze and mindless sex made an engineer and a lawyer a couple.

As an automobile engineer, my husband was very proficient at building and breaking cars. Him and his group of his friends always dreamed about making their own brand of luxury vehicles. Luckily, all of them got financial support from our university in London. As they neared the end of their project, they also neared the end of their friendship.

A group of four boys and two girls broke apart when they completed their graduation, leaving their dream of luxury cars in a limbo. As I completed my own graduation and passed the Bar exam, I helped him find freelancers who would help him with his project. After two years of grind, VRM Corps. saw the light of day.

The cars we manufactured were top of the line. It raked good money for everyone involved with it. They sales went up to the roof, and everybody bathed in pounds. Our beginner's luck was phenomenal. Every freelancer became a partner, my husband became the head engineer, and I became the CEO of VRM.

All our success came back to bite us in the form of our former friends, who filed numerous lawsuits against us. We won all of them, but we lost a lot of faith among our investors. My husband took a toll on himself, and his sadist side emerged once again.

On our first meeting, it was not just me who lost anal virginity. And three years later when he threw me on the bed and took out the rope from his coat pocket, I knew this night was going to be long. Since then, there were more instances of forceful sex that I could count. I agreed to everything because I enjoyed it and I loved it, but sometimes it would be a tad bit too much for my body.

He shut me down every time I tried to talk about it. It was like I was in a hole for him to put things in.

I didn't want to lose him, up until I did.

Talks of expansion was in the air when I discovered my husband's masochistic side.

It was late at night. I was done with my meeting when my husband told me to go on ahead. He said he left some files in his office and he wanted to get them. I agreed and went ahead of him. As I sat down in the driver's seat of my car, I noticed the missing guard. We had two guards appointed for the night. One of them was to patrol inside the building, the other was stationed outside next to the main gate.

I killed the engine and entered the little cube office to check on him. The security cameras were fired up, but there was nobody keeping an eye. All I saw was numerous papers, a gun in the holster sitting on a chair, and a half full mug of coffee.

I decided to walk inside the building and give him an earful. As I marched back into the building, I came across the other guard walking around inside. I whistled at him and asked him about his fellow guard. He didn't know. So, I let him go and decided to walk by all our partners' offices. Maybe he was summoned.

As I walked, I saw the light burning in my husband's office. I walked a little towards it and I could hear the muffled voice coming out of his office. I was terrified because I thought he was getting choked. THAT'D BE ATTEMPTED MURDER.

I edged a little more and saw by the edge of the wall that my husband, indeed, was getting choked. However, he was choking on the guard's penis.

I bit my finger to stop myself from screaming. I wanted to see by myself how despicable my husband could be. I saw him enveloping the guard's penis in his lips and vigorously moving his head back and forth with ecstatic passion. I recoiled his hands caressing his lover's testicles as he rubbed his nose in his pubic hair. I embedded my teeth in my own finger as he switched from blowjob to sex with him. I teared up when I saw him jumping up and down the guard's erect penis as he masturbated. The guard's fingers were in my husband's mouth to fondle with his tongue, which also acted as a silencer for his moans.

I stood there in awe as I realized my husband was cheating on me with the guard. It was a semi shock to see him indulge in sexual intercourse with another man, but the realization that I was married to a cheater broke me up more.

I peeled my eyes away from the office and slowly made my way back to the car. I drove to my house in silence and locked myself up in the bathroom as soon as I stepped into our house. I tried to make sense of all this. I questioned myself and asked where I went wrong. I questioned god and asked for his guidance. But most of all, I fought to identify what I was feeling.

Was it anger?

Or was it sadness?

It took me more than a year to answer the question that was painfully simple. it was anger all along.

thus it took me two more years to complete the file I had sitting outside. It had all the details about the frauds my husband committed against VRM. All kinds of unethical cost cutting methods, embezzlement of money from partners to invest in shares, instances of drug use and being under influence while at work, harassment of interns and staff alike, etc.

Of course it was all a lie, but the interns I paid a hefty price and the guards I had bought out were more than happy to co-operate with me.

I had decided to give him a taste of his medicine. And he wont need any other strap-ons to penetrate his asshole.

I came out of the shower, rejuvenated, when I received a call. I put it on speakers and got the happy news.

Apparently, a certain male was brutally murdered and chopped up into tiny bits while indulging in sex with another man. All parts and organs of the murdered man were restored, except for his penis. It was also reported that he was killed by asphyxiation, while he was penetrated in his butt with numerous pointy objects. At present, the victim was employed by VRM. Corporation as the night guard.