Introduction

The way is dark and hazy. I'm hanging, my wrist tied to a concatenation of some sort above me. Someone is fucking me. My vision is coming into centering. I see a black man grinning at me. My legs are wrapped around his waistline ; he's holding me up by my ass and is making me cum.

I don't remember anything from the shoemaker's last hour. I have no mind how I got here. All I know is my pussy is numb, dripping with juices.

The orgasm washes over me and the black man leaves. Another takes his place. He grabs my ramification, pulls them around his waist and has his turn. I don't understand what's going on, but I know I don't want it to end.

It doesn't. It goes on for hours. I don't eff what time it is ; if it's dawn or night. Black man after black man take me as I hang here. Every one of them brings me to potent orgasms. My body spirit like jelly.

Then I see individual I recognize. I know his figure. The memories temporarily become clearer. I remember flashing, colour lights, loud music, citizenry, drinks and him - Fat Rob.

He stands in front of me, pulls me up like the others did and slides his fat peter in me. I cry out, moaning, looking to the ceiling. All I see is a single bright light above me. His cock feels so dear, so thick and big.

"Your husband is going to cognize we stretched out that pussy of yours, Miss Brandi,"Fat Rob tells me, pumping his hips upward.

"What ?"I ask. I look to my allow helping hand above me, I see my nuptials ringing. I could've sworn Leanna, my girl told me to read it off. Sir Thomas More memories return.

She did severalize me to slay it. She said I needed this night, she said I deserve it.

Another orgasm courses through me. Fat Rob doesn't stoppage. He keeps going, keeps bouncing me. I love this feeling, feeling helpless, hanging there, my wrists tied. I can hear the string rattle as I go up and down on Fat Rob's cock.

"I bet he can't please you like this,"Fat Rob says, still taking me.

I shake my head. Did Leanna recognise this would happen ? Did she know I'd be here with this man ?

Sir Thomas More memories return. I see my daughter, tall, red hair smiling at me, leading me somewhere. To a building. I see her smiling case after she whispers in my ear to loosen and accept fun. We were at a golf club, that's what led me here - a stupefied nighttime club.

Images of her laughing, talking, dancing with men, pointing in my direction, waving me over. My husband, Doug, I see his look next. Was Leanna trying to get me to cheat on Doug tonight ?

Fat Rob slaps my ass, grits his teeth, and seminal fluid inside me. It feels so beneficial. His huge onus of warm semen fills me up. He steps away grinning, laughing,"That's a good pussy, young woman Brandi. How old did you say you were ?"

I can't remember. I can't even think of my age."F-forty,"I struggle to talk."Something."

Fat Rob nods and unchains me. My arms don't scathe, neither do my articulatio radiocarpea. My body is mush in his limb. He carries me to a bed. I don't see Leanna anywhere.

Fat Rob kisses my leftover hand,"That's a nice diamond your husband got you. How long you two been married ?"

I can't response, I can barely talk."Six twelvemonth,"I'm capable to get out, answering his query about my marriage to Leanna's stepfather, Doug.

"Mmmm,"he guides my hand to his weakened hammer. I instinctively grab it, squeeze it, my wedding ring seems to shine brightly against his glowering brown shaft.

The succeeding thing I know, the elbow room dims, darker and darker before going lurch black. My mix up memories return as I try to piece this Night together.


-1-
A couple calendar month ago, November, I was waiting for someone. I was sitting in my office waiting for him to come. I'm a counselor, some may call me a shrink, but I'm not a psychiatrist. I can't prescribe medication ; I don't have a doctorate. therapist is an acceptable term for my profession I suppose.

He was a new patient. He was running late that day.

I remember fiddling with my wedding ring, thinking of Doug, mentation of his smile. Doug, Leanna and I moved to Atlanta a yr prior to be closer to Doug's family. Truthfully, I hated the move, but agreed to it. piece of work is certainly more active voice, compared to capital of West Virginia. I rarely have any downtime like I did there.

I sighed and thought about cancelling, but I figured I'd hold this guy a few more minutes to arrive.

I stood, straightened out my business suit, and looked out the window. I watched the rainwater fall, covering the parking lot, the cars in the space were locked in their common stop-go traffic.

There was a smash at the door, without thinking I said"come in"still watching the rainwater. I remember Doug and I had sex outside terminal year in the rainfall once. It was summer time though.

"how-do-you-do ?"the voice spoke up behind me, shaking me from my trance.

I turned around and saw him. My mouth nearly dropped open. I was looking at the most attractive man I had ever seen.

"Um, hi, hello, get along in,"I stammered. I cleared my throat, approached him, extending my bridge player. I introduced myself as Brandi.
He shook it softly, smiling back at me. With my gamey heel on, I was his meridian, around 5'10"or so.

"Hi, I'm Ulysses. Nice to meet you,"he nodded, looking around the federal agency for a chair.

I watched him, Doug temporarily leaving my opinion. Ulysses was very muscular, wearing a sloshed t-shirt, and payload drawers. The rainwater had an event on his skin - his dark-chocolate pelt, making it gleam. He wiped his brow of rain.

"Oh, um, sorry, yes, feel free to sit there or the redact. Whatever is well-fixed,"I spoke up.

With my pen and paper, I took a seat across from him. He chose the chair.

He was nervous, nearly first timer are. I was flighty too, but not about meeting a new patient. He was having that effect on me.

"So, Ulysses, what can I do for you ?"

"well, um, not sure where to begin. I guess I'm just having issues when it comes to a certain scene of my lifetime,"Ulysses answered.

"Ok, well I'll do my best to furnish guidance."

"Yeah, well, it's,"he paused. I could see the nerves.

"You can say me. Are you having stress or anxiety exit ? trouble coping with body of work, problems adjusting to changes in biography ?"I asked, staring into his eyes, avoiding his biceps and chests.

"It's sex,"he blurted out, quickly feeling embarrassed.

"Oh, I see,"my mind initially thought of execution number. I've counseled a few common people that had anxiousness and other government issue that affected their sex lifespan negatively.

"No, not performance problem. I just um,"he record my mind and paused again.

Thinking about past affected role, I pressed him further."sexual orientation issues ? Maybe another character of disfunction ?"

Ulysses shook his psyche."No,"he took a deep breath."Sex is my life-time. Everything about liveliness revolves around it. I can't get away from it and everything ends up in sex."

I hoped I wasn't blushing. My eyes darted quickly to his mesomorphic frame, then to his apprehension pulled back into a ponytail, finally, embarrassingly, I glanced to his crotch.

"I see,"I collected my view, jotting this down on my notepad."So you feel you may hold some form of addiction to sex ?"

"No. I don't. That's the thing. I'm not addicted. The sentiment of going workweek or months without it, yeah I guess it'd suction, but I'd be delicately. I wouldn't have withdrawals."

"Ok, so no addiction. Can you explain what you mean by sex being your life ?"

"Yeah,"Ulysses glanced behind me to the pelting outside."No affair what I do, who I meet, where I go, sex is always involved. Sometimes it's strangers, sometimes not, but it never fails. I go out of townsfolk for work, missy at the hotel front man desk. I fly out of the country for study, the escape co-occurrence on the plane. I want to go catch a movie alone late one night, the college student that works there. I even offered to help do yard work for an elder woman I know, and well, like everything else, it ended up with sex."

"So they initiate ?"

"Yes, always."

"Why is this bothering you ?"

"Because, sometimes I feel like that's all I do or am. There's more to life story. I tried finding it. I'd go on vacations alone, I'd always fill a woman."

"have you thought about simply saying no or choosing not to allow the sex to materialise ?"I asked.

"Yeah, I've thought of that. But these women, were so beautiful,"Ulysses answered. Then he said something that made me inhale sharply, hoping he didn't hear me.

"All these beautiful women, Edward D. White women, I just,"Ulysses sighed, shaking his head.

"White women ?"I asked, my spirit rate increasing.

"Yes. A few Latina as well, but nigh all have been white. I don't know if it's because I'm Shirley Temple Black or what. But I want to say no, I want to not finger like a man of kernel, but there's just something so beautiful about them,"Ulysses said, optic to the floor.

I didn't know where to go from here. I went the measure, typical route. I started with his childhood.


-2-

This room is burning hot now. I'm on all fours, I'm being whipped by Fat Rob. The walls look like they're on fervour. Am I in Hell ? Is this ogre, Fat Rob, going to give me what I need ?

He tosses this lash aside and penetrates me again, slamming his pelvic arch into my ass. I glance to my hymeneals ring.

"Doug,"I whisper, ineffectual to apologize before another climax comes over me.

Fat Rob grabs my dirty-blonde lock chamber, pulling my capitulum back as he fills me yet again with his seed.

He slams me down on the bed, the impassioned force of the wall subsides, I black out again, thinking of the first day I met Ulysses.

*

"My father remarried when I was 12 or so. Her figure is Devin. She was a youthful, ashen woman, blonde,"Ulysses smiled.

"You used present tense when you told me her name."

"Yes, we're still a theatrical role of each other's biography. Even since their divorce a few years ago."

I made a note and nodded for him to continue.

"She was, is, wonderful. She helped raise me. But because she's only 9 or 10 eld sure-enough than me, we hung out a lot. We'd go to movie ; she'd take me to sporting effect while my dad worked. She was a great friend. Then I got older."

"That's when matter became more intimate ?"

"Yes. It was consensual. There was no assault, she didn't sexually abuse me. But she gave herself to me. She taught me everything about sex. I was vernal and goosey, maybe I had a crush on her, maybe I loved her - I don't know. But it was incredible. Our clandestine affair."

Ulysses chuckled thinking of a memory.

"What ?"I asked.

"For my in high spirits school commencement present tense, she threw me a surprisal party. My dad wasn't around - he worked a lot anyway. At the political party, I was the only if guy from my school there. I have no theme how she arranged it, how Devin pulled it off, but she invited every bingle young lady in my high schooltime graduating form to this party. Cheerleaders, volleyball, basketball game players, even some young woman that were considered ‘ dweeb'or ‘ eccentric ’."

"Ok,"I knew where this was headed."What about this political party made you chuckle ?"

Ulysses'font went serious."About 100 girls showed up. 50 or so didn't. As I said, Devin invited all of them. Of the single that showed up, they were white. There was a line out of our house, going to the pavement and down the street. All these girls,"Ulysses paused.

"It's ok,"I smiled gently at him."You can tell me. I'm here to understand and help."

"They all, um, rode me until they climaxed. The inaugural girl would go, she'd get off me, then following and so on until all 100 fille orgasmed."

I nodded my headway, the visual sinking in, the imagination of 100 18-year-old White girls in a production line riding this man's black cock - I shook my head, I didn't want these thoughts there.

"I see, so that was her acquaint to you. Sex."

"Yes. Afterward, they all left, hugging me bye, saying good luck at college, and so on, Devin and I remained. We made love in my room. I didn't finishing with those daughter, but I did finish in her."

I took notes and paused,"Do you love Devin ?"

"Yes, very much."

"Yet you have sex with other women ?"

"Her and I aren't technically a couple. I sorta view her as a mother soma. She's like the mom I never had and passion me in every way. I guess our kinship is out-of-doors, unconditional."

rarity was getting the expert of me,"So you have sex with former women, most are White River. Is this a day-by-day event ?"

"Yes. If it's not Devin, it's three or four other regular I suppose."

thought of several Patrick Victor Martindale White fair sex leaving and arriving to his home to sustain sex with him daily flashed in my head. I looked at his arms, second joint - wow. I had to concenter, I needed to be professional. I glanced to my notepad and marriage ring.

"Have you considered making thing exclusive with Devin ? Perhaps even marrying her ? I take it your father isn't around or knows about you and his ex-wife, your old step-mother ?"

"No, he lives in LA and doesn't know her and I are like this. And no, it wasn't the cause of their divorce. He was caught several times cheating, and since Devin and I were a affair, she went ahead and divorced him."

I checked the metre, it was nearing the end of his first sitting. We chatted a little more about Devin, how much she means to him, how much they care for one another.

"Ulysses, I want you to really shew her how much you love her. It sounds like it's a lot. I know you have an open kinship with her, but maybe go somewhere or do something that's just you and her. Doesn't have to be sex, could be dinner, picture, hiking, something that isn't intimate. Maybe even suggest you and her become sole. From talking with you about her, it sounds like she loves you like a son and a lover. That's up to you though. Mainly, spend extra time with her and her only, not having sex. Try it,"I smiled at him.

He smiled back and stood. We shook helping hand and I told him I'd see him succeeding week.

I watched him from my windowpane, raceway across the parking lot to his car. I couldn't service but think how freehanded and nice he was. No wonder whiteness cleaning lady like him. I felt shame for thinking that, clutching my left hired hand, running my finger over my wedding ring.

*

I hear my daughter somewhere. She's crying out in pleasance. One of Fat Rob's acquaintance must be fucking her. I'm in Fat Rob's arms, kissing him as he bounces me on his cock. I never want to allow this place.

He's taking me somewhere, down a hallway. We enter a room. I see my daughter on a bed, riding a black man, her men in her long red head of hair, grinding her coxa against him. He has a self-satisfied look on his face watching her ride him.

Fat Rob lays me down next to Leanna and go up on top of me.

"Hey Mom,"Leanna says nonchalantly. She runs her helping hand through her tomentum."I love black peter. I'm so happy we went out tonight."

I try to respond, but can't. The massive Fat Rob is on top of me, making me cum so good once more.

After seeing and hearing Leanna cum again, the men take a suspension, leaving us alone. She rolls over, smiling at me. Did she land me here ? I still can't figure this out. The room goes coloured again.


-3-

intellection back to Ulysses'second date, I decided to ask about his work-life.

"Sex there too,"he bluntly admitted."No I'm not a Male prostitute."

I laughed,"I didn't think you were."

"I've done yoga direction, personal trainer work, but mostly some, well, fitness modeling,"he bashfully admitted.

"That's why you travel ?"

"right hand. Different locations for various photoshoots. Been to Europe, Brazil, all over."

"So you have sex with mass you meet there ? Locals ?"I asked.

"Sometimes. It's mostly coworkers though. Usually after exposure shoots with me, we'll sports meeting up for drinks and end up in my bed."

"Has this caused issues for your work ?"

"Not yet. None of the women have tried to get me fired for sleeping with another fashion model, or tried to manipulate their way into shooting with me. It's all been drama free. But still,"Ulysses shook his head.

"What ?"

"It's work, it's a job. Sex shouldn't be involved. I mean, I feel unprofessional."

"You don't have to sleep with these women though. No one is forcing you,"I smiled softly at him.

"I know but, it's so hard,"Ulysses said. My thought went to something else that would be hard - his hard-on. I scolded myself internally and focused on my job.

"Perhaps you could request a alteration at work ? Maybe shooting for different character of ads - ones that don't feature article female person models."

"I tried that. Didn't piece of work. I had a picture shoot with a magazine called Elite mag. I thought it was going to be dewy-eyed stuff and nonsense in the gym, doing practice, lifting free weight and so on. It'd be for their wellness and fitness section of the magazine. Turns out,"Ulysses shook his head.

"Go on,"I urged, slightly looking forward to how sex became involved.

"Turns out the magazine is marketed toward black men. It also turns out that,"he shrugged."All the female example are ashen. And it just so chance white female person framework are used in pretty a good deal every article case. Fitness, health, railway car, street bikes, amusement section all have mordant male models and white female person models."

"I see, so that's where the sex occurred,"I nodded, imagining him taking a model off the set after a photoshoot and pinning her against the bulwark, having sex.

"Right,"he continued."Both of them,"he added.

"Both ?"

"There were two model. Two blonde, fairly big in the prat,"Ulysses said.

"Oh. I understand."

"They had them wearing lilliputian drill turnout. They posed us in all kind of awkward affectation to reach it reckon like they were coming on to me at the gym. Jenna and Alexis. They were nice girls, but I knew sex with the two of them would happen. They purposefully made sure to rub themselves against me. It was awkward."

"Did you think about saying no ? Or asking them to back down ?"I asked, knowing he probably enjoyed it.

"No. The photographer was setting us up in these poses. Jenna would be in figurehead of me, Alexis behind me, rubbing my berm. One pose of the both of them face me, my arms around them resting my hands on their lower back. It all led up to it."

"It ?"I knew what he meant, but I wanted him to say it.

"Yeah. After the shoot, they found me in the shower. Both were naked, both entered, and well, the water ran cold we were in there so long. Then afterward we kept going, they used their ‘ gift'a lot on me."

I giggled, I knew he meant their big butts."I see. Well to push back things away from sex, perhaps consider -"

"A calling variety ?"Ulysses joked.

"Yes !"I laughed.

We shared a smile and prolonged eye middleman before I continued the session.

*

The room is so burnished now. It has to be daylight. I'm defenseless, dry out ejaculate is all over me. I'm somewhere familiar. I rise up in my bed, Doug's and my bed. I'm surrounded by sleeping Shirley Temple Black men.

"No,"I struggle to leave our sleeping room, using the wall to stabilize me. I don't bother putting on clothes.

I hear groan coming from Leanna's room. I barge in and see her being image teamed by two black men."Hey Mom,"she says in between moans and grunts.

Fat Rob is in my kitchen, eating breakfast he must've cook for himself.

"You have to leave. Now ! My husband will be home soon. Doug can't see this,"I plead.

"Sure,"Fat Rob smiles, finishing his bollock. He whistles loudly, and slowly but surely, he and his work party make their way out.

I hear Leanna whining and complaining as the two men she's with leave. Some are clothed, some are naked, there must've been 15 men in the house. I can't believe what I've done.

I start crying, looking at my wedding pack. Leanna doesn't tending, she happily walks about, totally nude.

"What a night !"she laughs."Hopefully Doug won't find out and we can do it again and again and again !"

I can't believe her. I can't believe this has happened. It feels like the bulwark are closing in on me. I run away, I run to my bedroom.

Strange, the shower is running. Did I leave it on ? Everything seems so confusing now. I enter the privy and root for back the curtain. One of Fat Rob's friends is in there showering and jacking off. I stare at that monumental black stopcock, rock my head, take a deep breath and get in the exhibitor with him.


-4-

I don't sleep together his name, or why he stayed prat. Why didn't he leave with Fat Rob, why couldn't he shower elsewhere ?

He's fucking me severe from behind. I know my husband will be home soon, but I couldn't resist. What's haywire with me ?

Doug can't see this. I have to end this, I have to get this guy out of the house, but I can't. I don't want to. I want him to keep fucking me.

"Brandi ? You home ?"I hear Doug shout out out to me.

"Here !"I manage to say. The black guy I'm in the shower with is slamming hard into me. The slapping sounds are too loud.

I go to my knees, sucking all over this black pecker when Doug enters the privy."How was your trip ?"I ask from behind the shower curtain. I resume sucking on the black man's gumshoe as Doug answers.

"It was swell. Productive,"I hear him say at the sink. I can't retrieve where he went, but I'm dead reckoning work related.

"You and Leanna have a nice weekend ?"He asks me. My head teacher is bobbing back and forth on the cock. The black guy has his hands on my head holding me in place.

"Brandi ?"I hear him say, turning off the sink.

"Mmhmm ! Great !"I manage to get out.

"trade good,"Doug leaves the bathroom. I stand, kiss the blackness guy, and turn back around in the exhibitioner. He shoves is cock back inside me and keeps going. I can't help but moan.

"You ok ?"Doug reentered the bathroom.

"Uh huh ! stomach ache,"I answer. The man seize my head, kissing my neck, then rack my tit from behind.

"Sorry sweetie. Anyway, I'm going to eat up unpacking,"I heard Doug say as he left."Enjoy your shower."

"I will,"I susurration just before another sexual climax comes over me.

He picks me up, it's his turn to cum. I can look over the top of the shower mantle now, into the bedroom. The Shirley Temple Black man is bouncing me up and down on him. I see Doug happily unpacking. He has no estimation his married woman is in the shower with a black guy getting relentlessly fucked.

Why doesn't Doug hear us ? Why doesn't he fare in and cease it ? How can he not know ? Where are the black guy's clothes ? Does Doug see them ?
My optic roll in the back of my head once more as I feel my cunt fill with semen. I look to the sleeping room again, Doug is gone. I need this black guy gone too, before Doug sees him.

I suck his cock clean and jerk of surplus semen - it tastes so good. I lead him back to the bedroom, I see the double-door to our back porch is open. Did I spread out it ? Maybe Doug opened it.

I kiss my cascade devotee goodbye and determine him exit our home through her bedroom. I climb in bed and wait for my husband to return.

When he does he determine me naked, legs bed cover. He undresses and climbs on top. As he enters me I wonder if he can feel a difference. I wonder if I'll ever be the same.

I turn my promontory to seem out the back porch, the double-doors are still open. Doug is still on top, kissing my neck. I see someone on the porch.

It's Fat Rob, he's smugly grinning at me. He's watching my husband make love to me. Fat Rob takes his pecker out, shaking it playfully. How did he get there ? Was he picking up his friend ? I don't know, I watch him, I picture that big blackness turncock inside me instead of my husband's. I start cumming.

"Yes ! Yes !"I cry out to Fat Rob, climaxing at the same time. Fat Rob nods, puts his cock back in his pants and leaves.

As the orgasms passes, I kiss Doug. His cums endorsement later.

sentence f number by, the sun sets, Doug is watching a secret plan after dinner, Leanna is out - I've no idea where she is. I don't call up talking to her.

I write Doug a quick note. I tell him Leanna is having car trouble, I'm going to pluck her up. I leave it adjacent to the board by his lounger. I kiss his forehead and leave.

*

This whip hurts so bad, but smell so very expert. I left Doug sleeping and went straight to Fat Rob's. I'm being whipped again. I don't commemorate even asking for it, but these black men are taking turns doing it and fucking me as I hang from my articulatio radiocarpea again.

I scream out with pain and pleasure. I don't want them to stop even though I don't understand why they are doing this.

With each whiplash crack I think back to my third session with Ulysses.


-5-

I remember I wore something much nicer and sexy than common garb for my next appointment with Ulysses. It was a tighter, shorter dress, new shoes. Adjusting my wedding ringing, I felt silly, but figured no harm would come from dressing nicer.

"Ulysses, I want to talk about rue. Not simply feeling bad that sex is a huge portion of your life, but is there anything you really regret that you struggle to make pacification with ? Perhaps to do that would help you feel more fulfillment out of life."

Ulysses was quietly, contemplating what I said, but also searching his thoughts.

"Yeah,"he eventually spoke up.

I waited for him to answer, giving him time.

"I was in Miami. I go down there often for study, shoots and so on. I met a womanhood at a cabaret. A beautiful brunette named Megan. That happens every time I go to club, but she was dissimilar. She had long, dense brown hair, blue sky eyes and she was short. She was so overlook, like she was a boss or manager, and knew what she wanted and how to get it."

"She wanted you ?"I asked, knowing the result, not blaming the woman.

"Yeah."

I leaned forward a bit, hoping he'd glance at my cleavage."So what do you regret ?"

"Megan took me home. We were in her kitchen, living way, everywhere, having sex. We ended up in her bed. That's when I learned she was married,"Ulysses explained.

My eyes widened."Married ?"

"Yeah. I should've left. I've been in that situation before, and always felt atrocious. I'm not the kind of guy that purposelessly goes out and tries to destroy matrimony, or get ovalbumin women to chisel, or leave their husbands for me. The few fourth dimension I've slept with a married cleaning woman - I hate to say this, but it was inadvertent. I wasn't planning on it or searching for it."

My breathing was erratic, my affectionateness pumping,"Um, ok, I see. So you and Megan had sex and there was regret."

"Yes, but I didn't leave, I stayed,"Ulysses sighed. I could tell there was more he wanted to share.

"You were enjoying it."

"Yes, but then she told me to tie her up. Megan wanted me to do it by her wrists. I chickened out. I got too scared to say no. She was hanging there. That's when she told me to face in her water closet. She told me to take out a whiplash she was hiding there."

"A whiplash ?"

"Yeah. She wanted me to whip her. I thought it was a racial affair. Black slaves were whipped. I asked her and she told me it was only for her. She felt guilt about something and wanted it whipped out of her."

"cheat ?"

"She didn't say. But I complied, like an moron. I whipped that poor woman over and over just like she asked me to. She cried out from pain sensation, then begged me to hold open going. When it was done, I regretted ever meeting her. I regretted enabling her to cheat, regretted whipping her. I regretted the whole night."

I took a deep breathing place and scribbled in my notes."Ever see her again ?"

"No. We had sex one more clock time in the shower, then I left."

I was unable to focus for the rest of his sitting. share of me was so turned on not just from Ulysses, but sleeping with him, the idea of an affair with him, maybe even being whipped.

That dark I took a yearn bath. I set my wedding party halo on the side of the tub and fingered myself to climax several times - intellection of Ulysses.

*

That's where and when I first heard about a whip.

Doug is behind me now ; I'm on all fours. I can't believe he doesn't notice the whip marker from Fat Rob. Doug has said zip. Leanna has said zero. I don't remember what time I got home. No one noticed or said anything about her supposed car trouble.

I feel sorrow and pity for what I'm doing. I don't know when or how this will end.

I feel null as Doug fucks me from behind. I'm looking out into the backyard, it's pouring down rainwater. I didn't even notice it was cloudy.


-6-

I remember now. It was raining when I first met Ulysses, it was raining during his one-quarter school term - the first time we had sex.

Things seem vindicated now, but I still can't piece it all together. Doug is on top of me now. I don't feel him. It's like my senses aren't working. But I remember Ulysses.

He showed up to his one-fourth school term. I was wearing another sexy wearing apparel. I fingered myself all week thinking of him. I practically jumped on him.

He was startled, not expecting it. But I knew deep down he knew it would materialize - with a Negroid soundbox, face, cock like his, sex with every Andrew D. White char he encounters was the normal.

Ulysses tried to resist at first. I was straddling him, kissing him on the couch. He pointed to my wedding ring in between buss. I shut him up with my back talk over his. We were naked soon. He slammed me on my desk and took me there.

I came so hard, so fast, so powerfully from him pistoning in and out of me. The downpour of rain outside hopefully muffled my moans of pleasure a bit.

We went quickly, 45 minute into it and he came inside me. He apologized, gathered his clothes and left.

My pussy was oozing seminal fluid onto my desk. After a few minutes, I went to my articulatio genus and licked it from my desk. I put my clothes on, sat in my chair and waited for my next appointment, pushing aside what I just did.

I cried myself to slumber that night, my left over pollex rubbing my wedding ceremony ring.

Ulysses and I met only two more academic session. Each one was nothing but sex. We did it on my desk, on the couch, I swallowed his semen each time.

On the final session, Ulysses told me he was sorry, but couldn't see me anymore. He said he's accepted this is how his lifetime is and will work harder to be closer with Devin. That was it. I watched him put his clothes back on and leave.

Leanna caught me crying that Night at the house. She tried consoling me, but I brushed her off. I saw the look of business organisation on her face, but I had to carry on with what I've done on my own.

*

I remember everything now. I remember how I got here.

It was New Year's Eve. Leanna told me to remove my wedding doughnut, she was taking me out. I resisted at first, but I know why she asked me to remove it.

We were at a golf club, I saw several men approach her, some of them she pointed to me. One man, she introduced me to. His name was Fat Rob. He's why I'm here, he's why I'm in this spot. He's why memories were hazy. He's why everything seems odd.

I'm having sex with Fat Rob right now. I'm on my bed, Doug is somewhere, I don't remember where. I'm riding Fat Rob so hard, I feel like the bed will break.

I kiss him unvoiced, he calls me"Miss Brandi"again. I resume grinding into him.

I hear Doug approaching. His stride are so loud, like thunder. I can't stop riding Fat Rob though.

"Brandi ?"he calls out."You there ?"his voice his booming.

I grit my teeth and keep fucking this black man."Yes ! Yes ! nookie yes !"

The bed collapses and I keep going, keep cumming. Each one of Doug's footstep thunder through the hallway.

It's raining again, I can hear it outdoor, over the sound of my primeval grunt or orgasms.

He's taking forever to reach our bedroom and catch me in the act. Why is he moving so slow ?

More thundering footsteps, my gens being called. Fat Rob slaps my ass, I know Doug hears it.

"Brandi !"he yells, upon entering our room. I don't stop having sex with Fat Rob. I look over my shoulder and see Doug's horrified face. He falls to his articulatio genus's crying.

Leanna enters the room, naked, pushing Doug over– he can't stop crying.

"Mom !"Leanna says. I am paralyzed, ineffectual to look away from my crying husband. He slams his clenched fist into the floor, a sound of scag echo in the room.

"Mom !"Leanna shakes me, but all I see is Doug crying, striking the floor in agony. The room dims, getting darker and darker. Did we lose power from the storm ?

Doug is changing, he's turning brighter. He's a light source, bright, shinning in my eye. I remember Fat Rob, what I've done, how I got here.

"Doug !"I cry."Doug ! I scream his name over and over again."Doug, please !"the bright light is blinding now. I can't breathe.


-7-

"Doug ! Doug !"I woke up in a infirmary bed.

Leanna was right there next to me,"Mom !"

"Where am I ? Where's Doug ?"

"What ?"Leanna glanced to the nurse.

She started crying and the nanny excused herself. I was gasping for air, called out Doug's figure over and over.

"Mom,"Leanna shook her head.

"What am I doing here ? I want to see Doug."

"Mom, no, he's -"

It felt like my marrow was going to burst. I was out of breath. I gripped Leanna's mitt as hard as I could.

"Doug,"I whispered, hoping to calm myself down.

"He's gone, Mom. Remember ? It's been over a year,"Leanna said.

"What ? A year ? Where ?"I was crying now.

"Mom, call up, that's why we moved here. So he could be closer to his family before he -"Leanna wiped a snag."Before he passed away."

I closed my eyes. I heard the pelting outside my hospital windowpane. A flash pop of thunder snapped my oculus open.

"Over a year,"I repeated. Leanna nodded. I remembered now.

"What happened net nighttime ?"I asked, looking around the hospital elbow room, releasing my clutches on Leanna's hand.

"New year's Eve. I took you to a club. I thought it'd be fun. The two of us hanging out,"Leanna answered.

"My ring ?"I glanced to my left manus, not seeing it there.

"It's at home. Right by the bed."

"Did you -"
"Yes, mom. I thought if you could take it off maybe you'd sports meeting someone and, well, have fun. You haven't taken it off since Doug's funeral. I just thought,"Leanna said.

I sat up in bed, hugging her, knowing she was trying to help.

"I'm sorry, I'm so pitiful,"Leanna's crying returned.

"For what, sweetie ?"

"I took you to that club. I introduced you to someone I thought was a friend. That part of make - I mean, Fat Rob. I saw him put something in your deglutition. I nearly punched him out. I grabbed you and took you home."

"Leanna,"I cried.

"Mom, you wouldn't wake up. He must've put too much of whatever it was. I called 911, I was freaking out. I didn't want to lose you too,"Leanna said.

"The ambulance rushed you here, they pumped your tum. But you still didn't wake up. You've been here asleep for almost two days."

"Fat Rob. I didn't go, I mean, he and I didn't,"I was putting the pieces together.

"No. I'm so glad I saw him dislocate something into your drinking. If I hadn't been paying attending -"

"Oh, sweetie, add up here,"I hugged her again.

I held her for several minutes as she cried."I'm alive, I'm awake, I'm fine."

I took a deep breathing time, brief images of the incubus I had flashed before my eyes. The whipping, the darkness, the chains, the black-market man in the shower, Fat Rob, and finally my late-husband witnessing a horrific result - one that thankfully, wasn't real.

I shook the trope from my head and held my daughter. She was still wearing the dress she wore on our nighttime out.

*

I went home the following day. I had trouble walking a bit, and my head injury, but I was fine. Thankfully, whatever Fat Rob slipped into my boozing wasn't enough to drink down me.

I considered filing a constabulary written report. But neither Leanna nor I know his utmost public figure, where he works, or anything other than his show. Still, it wouldn't detriment to do it.

I looked in on the bed I destroyed in my incubus. It was entire, undisturbed, just like it was the after Doug's funeral over a twelvemonth ago. Leanna keeps the way clean, she dusts it and so on.

I moved into the client room after Doug died. I couldn't be in our room, it hurt too much to not have him there.

I sat on the edge of the client bed, running my hands through my hair when something caught my eye - my wedding ring on the bedside table.

I stared at it for respective seconds before slowly reaching for it. I started to put it on, but stopped myself."No,"I said out gaudy. I opened the drawer and stowed it safely away.

The travel along hebdomad, Leanna and I went through Doug's clothing and other items, boxing them up, taking them to Goodwill.

We painted the bulwark a dissimilar color. There was no double-door to the plunk for porch in that elbow room, unlike in my nightmare, there was a large window though. We got new tad for it. I moved all article of furniture out and buck up the carpet.

A week later, wood flooring was in place, and the elbow room looked totally different.

One item remained - a bed. The succeed weekend, Leanna helped me pick out a new bed for that way - my room. I moved out of the guest way that night.

Leanna slept in there with me on my low gear night back in that room since Doug passed away.

Another distich of weeks passed. I was at my office staff. My 10am date cancelled. I decided to prepare a headphone call.


-8-
"Brandi, hey, how are you ?"Ulysses answered my call. It'd been several calendar week since I last saw him.

"I'm doing well. What about you ?"

"I'm fine,"he answered. I could recite he felt awkward.

"Listen, I was thinking if you don't have plans, we could meet for tiffin today. There's something I'd like to tell apart you. more than of an apology, actually."

"Yeah, that's cool. We can meet up,"he said.

"Great. My treat."

We met a couple hr later at a nearby restaurant. I didn't waste any time ; immediately telling him I was sorry for my unprofessionalism. He was accepting, nodding and smiling politely.

"There's more,"I glanced to my will handwriting, my wedding ring no longer there.

"I feel the worst about not being up front with you. I have trouble saying these words, what about I'm about to state you,"I glanced at my handwriting once more, then back to his eyes.

"I'm not married. I wasn't married when we had sex. My husbanded died over a twelvemonth ago. I haven't been able to take on the ring off, until recently. I'm so sorry, I should've told you, I shouldn't have lunged at you like that during that session. But I couldn't say the words, I couldn't let go. I guess I never will, Doug will always be in my meat in some way, but I want you to know I'm sorry for any regret or guilt you felt by thinking you had sex with another married woman."

Ulysses was quiet, middle wide, taking my actor's line in."Brandi, I, um, thanks. I did find bad. I thought you were married, that's why I stopped using you as a therapist. But thank you for telling me. I've never lost a spouse, but I imagine it's knockout to say that they're gone, that you're not married anymore and to assume off the ring."

"Yes,"I smiled at him.

"Are you doing ok ? I mean, are you feeling upright about not wearing it ?"

"Yes, it was time. My girl took me out on New yr's. She tried to help me move on. I guess in some ways it worked."

We smiled at each other once more before our meal arrived. I learned more of Ulysses that day. I learned he actually took my advice. He and his former stepmother are thinking about moving in with one another and maintaining an open, but not too open, relationship.

He and I met up after I left the berth for the day.

Ulysses stood at the understructure of his bed. I was on my genu, kissing over his stomach, second joint and beautiful cock. I sucked it lovingly, slowly, smiling at up at him.

I stood and he squatted, picking me up, my legs wrapping around his shank. Standing there, he guided his cock in me. I almost climaxed when he entered me. We kissed and he moved me to the bed.

egg laying me gently on my spine, he kissed me again. Propping himself up with his handwriting, I placed my own hands on his pectus, as he slowly began sliding his pecker in and out of me.

I orgasmed minutes later, he rolled onto his dorsum, taking me with him. Kissing him again, I slowly rode him, savoring his long shaft hitting all the right smudge inside me.

We went until after midnight. I kissed him au revoir, told him I'd see him again sometime. He said that'd be great, he suggested I meet Devin. At the metre I was ok if I never saw him again. However, I know that I feel much unspoiled now.

I did see him again. I'm lying in his branch right now. It's been a few month since my night out with Leanna on New year's, getting drugged, and waking up in the infirmary a couple days later. It was a horrible event.

The nightmare I had is a small fuzzy, some of the particular lost over time. But I'll never forget it. Luckily, I've slept much better. Every once in a while a human slip bear, named Leanna, will bring together me, snuggling up to me, watching a movie in my new bed. I'm thankful I have her support.

I'm thankful for Ulysses too. I kiss his chest of drawers and roll back on top of him, sliding his cock back inside me. We meet up occasionally for tiffin or dinner - then sex. He's not my boyfriend, just a great friend.

The other calendar week I met Devin. She's in the rain shower now. After I cum on Ulysses in a distich minutes, we'll probably join her.

I'm thought process of moving back to Charleston. Leanna and I weren't as shut down to Doug's family. Since he's gone now, maybe it's time I return home.

This vivid orgasm passing, Ulysses holding me. We kiss, he sits up, his cock still embedded inside me and takes me the shower to link Devin.

Ulysses sets me down in the shower. Devin hugs and candy kiss me on the boldness. I smile at her and we both go to our knees to service Ulysses'long, dark rod.
I pop his cockhead out of my mouth. I look to him, seeing him smiling at me. I'm gladiolus I was able to help him a little during those few hebdomad I was his therapist.

He and my daughter don't yet realize how a great deal they have helped me.

The end .