A Descent into Darkness

There are certain days that you wake up and immediately know that the day will simply suck. The realization dawns on you before your feet ever hit the ground and a feeling of dread fills you completely. That is how this day started. I woke up to the alarm at 5:30 and immediately hit snooze. The extra 8 minutes only served to make me feel worse and I knew that there was no point in hitting the button a second time.

I sat up slowly and looked over at my wife. We had been married for 9 years and had 2 children. Like so many marriages, we had started out well, but at this point were probably only together for our children. While we still loved each other, the spark that had once been there was gone and even at times like these when our children were staying with friends and we had the house to ourselves, we were more room mates than spouses. The term lovers had been long gone and if we had sex every 6 months I would call it an exaggeration. As I was in my 30's I still had plenty of drive in the tank and the complete lack of sex was an area of constant frustration for me.

Making things worse was the fact that my wife, Jodi, was a genetic lottery winner. She simply did not seem to age. She was still the most beautiful woman that I had ever seen. Standing just over 5 feet, she never weighed more than 110 pounds aside from when she was pregnant, and even then she seemed to only have baby weight. She had big piercing blue eyes and this soft straight hair that drifted between light red and blonde with natural highlights depending on the weather. Below her neck was just as amazing as above. She had these small perky tits that I could never seem to keep my hands off and this full ass that was the perfect compliment to her frame. That ass met up with thick athletic runners legs even though she had not been a runner in over a decade. Her fair skin had a lot of freckles, but not so many that they were obvious, just enough to give her skin a bit of personality while intimately close.

I wanted that intimate closeness now, but knew better than to make an effort as Jodi was not a morning person and did not wake up well. I silently cursed to myself as I looked over her thin frame in her tight night clothes as she half cuddled the bed sheets and my dick quickly made it's way to full staff.

I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom to take a shower. I met my wife within a year of graduating college and we were married about three years after that. Even though I am a relatively good looking guy, I am also a bit of a loner, often preferring the company of a book or movie to that of friends. As such, My college years had not been a party drunk fest, but a time for learning. I got good grades, did my homework, and filled my sexual needs with the internet and my own hand. I came from an open household and had a very open mind to sex. Jodi was the opposite and had a very strict sense of right and wrong. This very black and white view of the world led to a rather dull sex life back when we had one with very little foreplay and a 1-and-done approach to sex. The worst part was that she was completely against masturbation and I had gained a guilty conscience every time that I masturbated. So now I was extremely horny with no release stepping into a warm shower to begin what was already feeling like a very bad day.

I got dressed in the dark and whispered a good bye to Jodi who was way to passed out to notice. I gathered my things and headed out to the garage. This was my favorite part of every day. I had recently traded my old sport bike in for a brand new Harley Davidson. Riding it had become my replacement for sex and I wondered why I hadn't done that years ago. The engine roared to life making that unique Harley sound and I was soon off to work. Although the ride was only about 20 minutes long, it was my release and I entered the office feeling a little better about the day. That would not last long.

I had been a software programmer with the same company since graduating at the age of 21. Now with almost 15 years of dedication to the company, I felt secure and comfortable in my work environment. As I walked in I could not help but feel the buzz and tension around me and I was very curious. Something had obviously happened and I had missed it. When I saw Franklin in his office I knew it was big. I peeked my head in to say hello. Franklin and I had become rather good friends at work, though never outside the building and while he was a great employee, mornings were never his thing and he was usually late, while I was always early.

“Early morning” I asked him.

He just looked at me for a moment and finally said, “You have got to start reading your emails at home.”

I had stopped taking my work home with me when Jodi and I first started drifting apart and though the extra time together did us no good, the work part stayed that way. It turns out that the company had made some poor financial investments and was now on the verge of bankruptcy. Nobody had seen it coming as the investments had looked good even through the recession, but had taken a very bad turn following some new government regulations. Nobody knew what that meant for the company, but I felt good knowing that my time and work ethic would carry me through hard times.

I was a software engineer and the company made a variety of products including some pieces of software that I had worked on that did very well in their markets. The feeling of dread came back over me when I saw my boss, his boss and another man in an office. A few Minutes later my boss stormed out in a sea of profanity and the unknown suit was named his successor. I suddenly realized that my time and dedication had lost all of their meaning.

It turned out that the unknown man was a recent business graduate who would be expected to turn our department around, even though ours was the most profitable department in the company. I knew it was time to keep my head down and get my work done as quickly and quietly as possible. I also knew that a lot of long hours at the office were coming. I was wrong.

A little after lunch time (that I had worked straight through) the new “boss” walked by and stopped at my office, introducing himself as Tim. As a lead designer and the winner of a software innovation contest at the office, I was fortunate to have an actual office, rather than a cubicle like most of my coworkers. It was not large, but big enough to have meetings with small teams or individuals as I sometimes needed to do. Tim immediately commented on how nice my office was and I could hear the smug disapproval in his voice. Without even an invitation he walked past me and made himself welcome to the chair behind my desk. He looked at the screen and asked me what I was doing. I gave him a brief description of the project that I was working on and what my specific part was in it. I then gave a more detailed and simplified version as the confusion in his face reminded me that he was not a software developer. He pointed to a specific line of code and asked why a word was misspelled. I felt like I had been transported to a Dilbert cartoon as I tried to explain that it was a file name and not a word. He then asked why the file name was misspelled and I told him that it was not misspelled it was an abbreviated name for what the file did. I finally lost my cool while trying to explain to him why it would not be a good idea to change the file name and after some heated exchanges he told me to “pack my shit and get out.”

I was devastated and put everything that was mine in my saddle bags and headed for home. I got even madder when my brand new Harley cut out on me about a block from my house and I had to push it into the driveway. My silent entrance is probably why I was able to see what I did. There were 2 silhouettes in the bedroom window and they were not playing board games. I found it hard to believe that my wife would cheat on me, but I didn't have a better explanation. I opened the door farthest from the bedroom which was at the back of the house and very slowly made my way through the house and quietly opened the door to the bedroom just enough to see inside. While I did not know who the man was, I knew my wife was the one on the bottom. It was then that all of my pent up rage blew. I threw the door open shouting “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!” Jodi got a Deer in the headlights look and the guy quickly rolled off to the far side of the bed and started getting dressed He was bent over pulling his pants on when I got to him. I am not an extremely big guy at 5 foot 8 inches but I am relatively strong. Even then, had he been standing and prepared, my punch would not have done much damage but bent over like hes was trying to dress, I caught him square in the jaw with all of my strength, weight and rage and he fell unconscious. The anger must still have been in my eyes because Jodi looked at me with fear as she sat motionless. I reached up to my neck and began to remove my neck tie. With my tie in hand I reached down to Jodi's wrist grabbing it firmly and pulled it up. She winced in pain and I was surprised at how little it bothered me that I hurt her, something I had always tried to avoid doing. I used my tie to fasten her wrist to the headboard with a good two-half-hitch knot that I learned as a kid working for a marina. I then reached into the bedside table for a pair of handcuffs that We had been given as a gag gift some years ago. They were finally going to get some use as I attached Jodi's right hand to the headboard. I ignored her feet for now and turned to focus on the unconscious asshole on the floor. If he wanted a good fuck, he was going to get way more than he bargained for.

We had originally bought a 5 bedroom split plan house with the master and one bedroom at one end of the house and the other 3 rooms at the other end giving us privacy from the children and them from us. We liked the idea of being near the extra bedroom as we had talked about having a third and turning it into a nursery, but when we decided against it we knocked out the separating wall and combined the rooms adding a combined office and exercise room. It was there that I got the AbMaster, a stupid as seen on TV exercise bench that we swore we would use and never did. It was mainly a flat bench that could be inclined or declined and had a place at

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