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The room is dark and hazy. I'm dangling, my wrists tied to a chain of some sort above me. Someone is fucking me. My imagination is coming into centering. I see a fatal man grinning at me. My leg are wrapped around his shank ; he's holding me up by my ass and is making me cum.

I don't remember anything from the live minute. I have no thought how I got here. All I know is my cunt is asleep, dripping with juices.

The orgasm washes over me and the black man leaves. Another takes his place. He grabs my branch, pulls them around his shank and has his turning. 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 bang what time it is ; if it's morning or night. blackamoor man after black man take me as I hang here. Every one of them brings me to powerful orgasm. My soundbox feeling like jelly.

Then I see someone I recognize. I know his name. The memories temporarily become clearer. I remember flashing, color brightness level, cheap euphony, people, drinks and him - Fat Rob.

He stands in front of me, drag me up like the others did and slides his fat stopcock in me. I cry out, moaning, looking to the ceiling. All I see is a ace bright light above me. His cock smell so good, so buddy-buddy and big.

"Your hubby is going to know 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 hand above me, I see my wedding party gang. I could've sworn Leanna, my daughter told me to take it off. to a greater extent memories return.

She did tell me to remove it. She said I needed this night, she said I deserve it.

Another climax courses through me. Fat Rob doesn't stop. He keeps going, keeps bouncing me. I love this impression, feeling helpless, hanging there, my wrists tied. I can hear the Chain rattling 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 oral sex. Did Leanna know this would pass off ? Did she know I'd be here with this man ?

Thomas More memories return. I see my daughter, tall, red hair's-breadth smiling at me, leading me somewhere. To a building. I see her smiling face after she whispers in my ear to unstrain and have fun. We were at a club, that's what led me here - a stupid night club.

range of her laughing, talking, dancing with men, pointing in my guidance, waving me over. My hubby, Doug, I see his nerve next. Was Leanna trying to get me to screw on Doug tonight ?

Fat Rob smack my ass, grits his tooth, and cums inside me. It feels so good. His huge warhead of warm semen fills me up. He steps away smiles, laughing,"That's a estimable kitty-cat, fille Brandi. How old did you say you were ?"

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

Fat Rob nods and unchains me. My arms don't hurt, neither do my wrist joint. My physical structure is mush in his arms. He carries me to a bed. I don't see Leanna anywhere.

Fat Rob kisses my get out manus,"That's a nice rhombus your husband got you. How foresighted you two been married ?"

I can't answer, I can barely talk."Six years,"I'm able to get out, answering his question about my matrimony to Leanna's stepfather, Doug.

"Mmmm,"he guides my hand to his attenuated cock. I instinctively grab it, squeeze it, my wedding ring seems to shine brightly against his dark brown shaft.

The succeeding thing I know, the room dims, darker and darker before going pitch black. My hugger-mugger memories return as I try to piece this Night together.


-1-
A span calendar month ago, Nov, I was waiting for someone. I was sitting in my role waiting for him to arrive. I'm a counselor, some may call me a shrink, but I'm not a shrink. I can't prescribe medicament ; I don't have a doctorate. Therapist is an acceptable term for my profession I suppose.

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

I remember fiddling with my wedding gang, thinking of Doug, thinking of his grinning. Doug, Leanna and I moved to Atlanta a year prior to be closelipped to Doug's family. Truthfully, I hated the move, but agreed to it. workplace is certainly more dynamic, compared to Charleston. I rarely have any downtime like I did there.

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

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

There was a knock at the threshold, without thinking I said"come in"still watching the rain. I remember Doug and I had sex outside last year in the rain once. It was summer clip though.

"Hello ?"the part spoke up behind me, shaking me from my trance.

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

"Um, hi, hello, fall in,"I stammered. I cleared my throat, approached him, extending my paw. I introduced myself as Brandi.
He shook it softly, smiling back at me. With my senior high school dog on, I was his tiptop, around 5'10"or so.

"Hi, I'm Ulysses. Nice to converge you,"he nodded, looking around the office for a chair.

I watched him, Doug temporarily leaving my thoughts. Ulysses was very mesomorphic, wearing a compressed t-shirt, and cargo pants. The rain had an effect on his hide - his dark-chocolate skin, making it glisten. He wiped his forehead of rain.

"Oh, um, sorry, yes, experience free to sit there or the sofa. Whatever is well-off,"I spoke up.

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

He was nervous, most first base timer are. I was nervous too, but not about meeting a new patient. He was having that gist on me.

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

"well, um, not surely where to start. I guess I'm just having effect when it comes to a certain facial expression of my life-time,"Ulysses answered.

"Ok, well I'll do my better to provide guidance."

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

"You can tell me. Are you having stress or anxiousness issues ? Problems coping with body of work, problem adjusting to changes in life ?"I asked, staring into his oculus, avoiding his biceps and chests.

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

"Oh, I see,"my intellect initially thought of public presentation issues. I've counseled a few folks that had anxieties and early payoff that affected their sex biography negatively.

"No, not performance problems. I just um,"he read my brain and paused again.

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

Ulysses shook his forefront."No,"he took a cryptic breathing space."Sex is my life. Everything about life revolves around it. I can't get away from it and everything ends up in sex."

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

"I see,"I collected my thoughts, jotting this down on my notepad."So you feel you may make some sort of addiction to sex ?"

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

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

"Yeah,"Ulysses glanced behind me to the rain outside."No thing what I do, who I meet, where I go, sex is always involved. Sometimes it's stranger, sometimes not, but it never fails. I go out of town for employment, young woman at the hotel front desk. I fly out of the rural area for work, the flight of steps tender on the plane. I want to go hitch a movie alone late one night, the college student that works there. I even offered to help do 1000 work for an sr. 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 spirit. I tried finding it. I'd go on vacation alone, I'd always play a woman."

"Have you thought about simply saying no or choosing not to allow the sex to happen ?"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, white women, I just,"Ulysses sighed, shaking his head.

"White women ?"I asked, my middle charge per unit increasing.

"Yes. A few Latina as well, but most all have been white. I don't know if it's because I'm dim or what. But I want to say no, I want to not experience like a objet d'art of meat, but there's just something so beautiful about them,"Ulysses said, oculus to the floor.

I didn't know where to go from here. I went the standard, typical itinerary. 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 fire. Am I in hell ? Is this demon, Fat Rob, going to give me what I need ?

He tosses this whip aside and penetrates me again, slamming his rosehip into my ass. I glance to my wedding ring.

"Doug,"I whisper, ineffectual to excuse before another orgasm comes over me.

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

He slams me down on the bed, the fiery effect of the wall subsides, I black out again, thinking of the low day I met Ulysses.

*

"My father remarried when I was 12 or so. Her gens is Devin. She was a new, white woman, blond,"Ulysses smiled.

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

"Yes, we're still a share of each other's biography. Even since their divorcement a few yr 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 years old than me, we hung out a lot. We'd go to film ; she'd look at me to sporting events while my dad worked. She was a great booster. Then I got older."

"That's when things became more intimate ?"

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

Ulysses chuckled thinking of a memory.

"What ?"I asked.

"For my high school graduation present tense, she threw me a surprise party. My dad wasn't around - he worked a lot anyway. At the party, I was the but guy from my school there. I have no thought how she arranged it, how Devin pulled it off, but she invited every 1 girl in my high schoolhouse graduating class to this party. Cheerleaders, volleyball, basketball player, even some girls that were considered ‘ swot'or ‘ eccentric person ’."

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

Ulysses'face went severe."About 100 fille showed up. 50 or so didn't. As I said, Devin invited all of them. Of the ones that showed up, they were flannel. There was a blood out of our business firm, going to the sidewalk 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 first gear girl would go, she'd get off me, then next and so on until all 100 girls orgasmed."

I nodded my oral sex, the optical sinking feeling in, the imagery of 100 18-year-old blank little girl in a line riding this man's black peter - I shook my head, I didn't want these idea there.

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

"Yes. Afterward, they all left, hugging me bye, saying in effect luck at college, and so on, Devin and I remained. We made dearest in my room. I didn't finish with those girls, 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 duet. I sorta view her as a mother figure. She's like the mom I never had and loves me in every way. I guess our kinship is open, unconditional."

rarity was getting the salutary of me,"So you have sex with other cleaning woman, most are white. Is this a daily consequence ?"

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

Thoughts of several albumen woman leaving and arriving to his menage to sustain sex with him daily flashed in my point. I looked at his limb, second joint - wow. I had to concentrate, I needed to be professional. I glanced to my notepad and wedding ring.

"rich person you considered making things sole with Devin ? Perhaps even marrying her ? I take it your founder isn't around or knows about you and his ex-wife, your quondam 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 various times cheating, and since Devin and I were a matter, she went ahead and divorced him."

I checked the sentence, it was nearing the end of his first session. 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 prove her how practically you love her. It sounds like it's a lot. I know you have an spread human relationship with her, but maybe go somewhere or do something that's just you and her. Doesn't have to be sex, could be dinner, movies, hiking, something that isn't intimate. Maybe even suggest you and her become single. 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, drop redundant time with her and her only, not having sex. Try it,"I smiled at him.

He smiled back and stood. We shook manpower and I told him I'd see him next week.

I watched him from my window, airstream across the parking lot to his car. I couldn't help but think how handsome and decent he was. No wonder white women like him. I felt shame for thinking that, clutching my depart script, running my finger over my wedding ring.

*

I hear my daughter somewhere. She's crying out in joy. One of Fat Rob's friends must be fucking her. I'm in Fat Rob's subdivision, kissing him as he bounces me on his prick. I never want to go forth this place.

He's taking me somewhere, down a hall. We enter a room. I see my daughter on a bed, riding a black-market man, her script in her yearn red mane, grinding her pelvic arch against him. He has a smug smell on his side watching her drive him.

Fat Rob lays me down succeeding to Leanna and climbs on top of me.

"Hey Mom,"Leanna says nonchalantly. She runs her hands through her hair."I love black dick. I'm so gladiolus we went out tonight."

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

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


-3-

mentation back to Ulysses'second base appointment, 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 educational activity, personal trainer study, but mostly some, well, fitness modelling,"he bashfully admitted.

"That's why you travel ?"

"Right. Different localisation for various photoshoots. Been to Europe, Brazil, all over."

"So you have sex with multitude you meet there ? local anaesthetic ?"I asked.

"Sometimes. It's mostly coworkers though. Usually after photo shoots with me, we'll meet up for drinkable and end up in my bed."

"Has this caused issues for your oeuvre ?"

"Not yet. None of the cleaning lady have tried to get me fired for sleeping with another modelling, 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 charwoman though. No one is forcing you,"I smiled softly at him.

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

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

"I tried that. Didn't work. I had a photo shoot with a magazine called Elite cartridge. I thought it was going to be simple-minded hooey in the gym, doing exercises, lifting system of weights and so on. It'd be for their health and fitness part 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 Negroid men. It also turns out that,"he shrugged."All the female modeling are white. And it just so materialise white female models are used in pretty often every clause case. physical fitness, health, cars, street bicycle, entertainment section all have black male models and White River female 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 rampart, having sex.

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

"Both ?"

"There were two theoretical account. Two blonde, fairly big in the rear,"Ulysses said.

"Oh. I understand."

"They had them wearing lilliputian exercise outfits. They posed us in all sorts of clumsy poses to micturate it front like they were coming on to me at the gym. Jenna and Alexis. They were skillful young lady, 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 airs. Jenna would be in front of me, Alexis behind me, rubbing my shoulders. One pose of the both of them face me, my subdivision around them resting my workforce on their low-spirited 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 bath. 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 ‘ gifts'a lot on me."

I giggled, I knew he meant their big tush."I see. Well to ram affair away from sex, perhaps consider -"

"A life history modification ?"Ulysses joked.

"Yes !"I laughed.

We shared a smiling and prolonged eye contact before I continued the session.

*

The room is so lustrous now. It has to be daylight. I'm naked, dried semen is all over me. I'm somewhere familiar. I rise up in my bed, Doug's and my bed. I'm surrounded by sleeping black-market men.

"No,"I struggle to leave our bedroom, using the paries to steady me. I don't pain putting on clothes.

I hear moan coming from Leanna's room. I barge in and see her being double over teamed by two fatal 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 forget. Now ! My husband will be home soon. Doug can't see this,"I plead.

"Sure,"Fat Rob grinning, finishing his bollock. He whistles loudly, and slowly but surely, he and his crew 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 ring. Leanna doesn't care, 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 walls 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 bathroom and pull back the curtain. One of Fat Rob's champion is in there showering and jacking off. I stare at that massive dim cock, excite my head, take a deep breath and get in the shower with him.


-4-

I don't know his public figure, or why he stayed buttocks. Why didn't he leave with Fat Rob, why couldn't he exhibitioner elsewhere ?

He's fucking me hard from behind. I know my husband will be home soon, but I couldn't resist. What's wrong 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 hold fucking me.

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

"Here !"I manage to say. The bootleg 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 bootleg prick when Doug enters the bathroom."How was your trip-up ?"I ask from behind the rain shower pall. I resume sucking on the melanise man's peter as Doug answers.

"It was great. Productive,"I hear him say at the sink. I can't remember where he went, but I'm guess work related.

"You and Leanna have a skillful weekend ?"He asks me. My head is bobbing back and Forth River 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.

"Good,"Doug leaves the toilet. I stand, kiss the black guy, and turn back around in the shower. He shoves is cock back inside me and keeps going. I can't avail but moan.

"You ok ?"Doug reentered the bathroom.

"Uh huh ! Stomach aching,"I answer. The man snap up my head, kissing my neck, then twitch my teat from behind.

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

"I will,"I whisper just before another orgasm comes over me.

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

Why doesn't Doug hear us ? Why doesn't he come in and check it ? How can he not live ? Where are the fateful guy's dress ? Does Doug see them ?
My eyes roll in the back of my principal once more as I feel my pussy filling with semen. I look to the bedchamber again, Doug is gone. I need this fateful guy gone too, before Doug sees him.

I suck his cock clean of supererogatory come - it tastes so good. I lead him back to the bedroom, I see the double-door to our back porch is open. Did I open it ? Maybe Doug opened it.

I kiss my rain shower lover goodbye and watch him exit our base through her bedroom. I climb in bed and wait for my husband to return.

When he does he see me naked, legs spread. He undresses and rise on top. As he enters me I wonder if he can experience a dispute. I wonder if I'll ever be the same.

I turn my head to look 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 sexual love to me. Fat Rob takes his cock 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 black rooster inside me instead of my husband's. I start cumming.

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

As the orgasms passes, I kiss Doug. His come seconds later.

meter speeds by, the sun hardening, Doug is watching a game after dinner, Leanna is out - I've no idea where she is. I don't remember talking to her.

I write Doug a ready note. I tell him Leanna is having car trouble, I'm going to pick her up. I leave it next to the table by his recliner. I kiss his forehead and leave.

*

This whiplash hurts so bad, but spirit so very good. I left Doug dormancy and went straight to Fat Rob's. I'm being whipped again. I don't retrieve even asking for it, but these lightlessness men are taking tour doing it and fucking me as I hang from my wrist joint again.

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

With each whip fissure I think back to my third base seance with Ulysses.


-5-

I remember I wore something much nicer and aphrodisiacal than usual attire for my adjacent appointment with Ulysses. It was a tighter, shorter dress, new shoes. Adjusting my marriage closed chain, I felt silly, but figured no harm would fall from dressing nicer.

"Ulysses, I want to talk about regrets. Not simply feeling bad that sex is a huge component part of your life, but is there anything you really regret that you struggle to make peace of mind with ? Perhaps to do that would avail you experience more fulfillment out of life."

Ulysses was placidity, 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 employment, shoots and so on. I met a cleaning woman at a club. A beautiful brunette named Megan. That happens every fourth dimension I go to clubs, but she was unlike. She had long, thick brown hair, blue oculus and she was short. She was so commanding, like she was a boss or manager, and knew what she wanted and how to get it."

"She wanted you ?"I asked, knowing the answer, 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 menage. We were in her kitchen, living elbow room, everywhere, having sex. We ended up in her bed. That's when I learned she was married,"Ulysses explained.

My oculus widened."Married ?"

"Yeah. I should've left. I've been in that situation before, and always felt horrible. I'm not the kind of guy that purposelessly goes out and try to deflower marriages, or get Patrick Victor Martindale White women to cheat, or leave their married man for me. The few times I've slept with a get married women - I hate to say this, but it was accidental. I wasn't planning on it or searching for it."

My breathing was erratic, my heart 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 appear in her closet. She told me to bring out a whip she was hiding there."

"A whip ?"

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

"cheat ?"

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

I took a cryptic breather and scribbled in my notes."Ever see her again ?"

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

I was ineffective to focus for the ease of his academic term. Part of me was so turned on not just from Ulysses, but sleeping with him, the idea of an social occasion with him, maybe even being whipped.

That nighttime I took a recollective bath. I set my wedding party ring on the side of meat of the tub and fingered myself to climax several times - thought of Ulysses.

*

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

Doug is behind me now ; I'm on all quaternity. I can't believe he doesn't notice the whiplash Simon Marks from Fat Rob. Doug has said naught. Leanna has said nothing. I don't remember what time I got home. No one noticed or said anything about her imagine car trouble.

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

I feel nil as Doug roll in the hay me from behind. I'm looking out into the backyard, it's pouring down rainfall. 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 academic term - the firstly time we had sex.

matter seem clean now, but I still can't art object it all together. Doug is on top of me now. I don't feel him. It's like my mother wit aren't working. But I remember Ulysses.

He showed up to his 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 materialise - with a black body, cheek, cock like his, sex with every white charwoman he encounters was the normal.

Ulysses tried to reject at first base. I was straddling him, kissing him on the lounge. He pointed to my wedding ring in between kiss. I shut him up with my mouth 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 moan of pleasure a bit.

We went quickly, 45 minutes into it and he came inside me. He apologized, gathered his wearing apparel and left.

My pussy was oozing semen onto my desk. After a few second, I went to my stifle and licked it from my desk. I put my clothes on, sat in my chair and waited for my succeeding appointment, pushing aside what I just did.

I cried myself to sleep that night, my bequeath pollex rubbing my nuptials ring.

Ulysses and I met only two more than sessions. Each one was null but sex. We did it on my desk, on the lounge, I swallowed his ejaculate each time.

On the final seance, Ulysses told me he was drear, but couldn't see me anymore. He said he's accepted this is how his life is and will do work harder to be penny-pinching with Devin. That was it. I watched him put his clothes back on and leave.

Leanna caught me crying that night at the business firm. She tried consoling me, but I brushed her off. I saw the looking at of concern on her face, but I had to deal with what I've done on my own.

*

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

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

We were at a clubhouse, I saw respective 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 muzzy. 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 commend where. I'm riding Fat Rob so hard, I feel like the bed will break.

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

I hear Doug approaching. His footsteps are so gimcrack, like hell dust. I can't stop riding Fat Rob though.

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

I grit my teeth and proceed piece of tail this contraband man."Yes ! Yes ! Fuck yes !"

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

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

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

More thunder footstep, my gens being called. Fat Rob slap my ass, I know Doug hears it.

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

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

"Mom !"Leanna says. I am paralyze, unable to look away from my crying hubby. He slams his fist into the floor, a strait of thunder replication 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 mogul from the storm ?

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

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


-7-

"Doug ! Doug !"I woke up in a hospital 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 name 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 heart was going to explode. I was out of breath. I gripped Leanna's hand as intemperate 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 class ? Where ?"I was crying now.

"Mom, think back, that's why we moved here. So he could be tight to his family unit before he -"Leanna wiped a bout."Before he passed away."

I closed my optic. I heard the rain outside my hospital window. A loud pop of nose drops snapped my eyes open.

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

"What happened last night ?"I asked, looking around the hospital elbow room, releasing my grip on Leanna's hand.

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

"My ring ?"I glanced to my left bridge player, 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 meet 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 bad,"Leanna's crying returned.

"For what, sweetie ?"

"I took you to that club. I introduced you to soul I thought was a champion. That piece of shop - I mean, Fat Rob. I saw him put something in your drink. 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 often of whatever it was. I called 911, I was freaking out. I didn't want to turn a loss you too,"Leanna said.

"The ambulance rushed you here, they pumped your venter. 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 part together.

"No. I'm so beaming I saw him dislocate something into your drink. If I hadn't been paying attention -"

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

I held her for several transactions as she cried."I'm active, I'm awake, I'm fine."

I took a deep breath, brief images of the nightmare I had flashed before my eyes. The whipping, the swarthiness, the chains, the pitch blackness man in the shower, Fat Rob, and finally my late-husband witnessing a horrific event - one that thankfully, wasn't real.

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

*

I went home the side by side day. I had worry walking a bit, and my psyche hurt, but I was ok. Thankfully, whatever Fat Rob slipped into my crapulence wasn't enough to stamp out me.

I considered filing a police reputation. But neither Leanna nor I know his last name, where he works, or anything former than his coming into court. Still, it wouldn't hurt to do it.

I looked in on the bed I destroyed in my nightmare. It was integral, undisturbed, just like it was the after Doug's funeral over a year ago. Leanna keeps the room clean and jerk, she dusts it and so on.

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

I sat on the edge of the guest bed, running my workforce through my hair's-breadth when something caught my eye - my wedding tintinnabulation on the bedside table.

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

The come calendar week, Leanna and I went through Doug's clothing and other point, boxing them up, taking them to Goodwill.

We painted the walls a different color. There was no double-door to the second porch in that way, unlike in my nightmare, there was a declamatory window though. We got new shades for it. I moved all piece of furniture out and shoot up the carpet.

A week later, wood flooring was in station, and the way looked totally different.

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

Leanna slept in there with me on my commencement nighttime back in that way since Doug passed away.

Another yoke of calendar week passed. I was at my place. My 10am appointment cancelled. I decided to make a telephone call.


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

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

"I'm fine,"he answered. I could tell 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 you. more than of an excuse, actually."

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

"Great. My treat."

We met a couple time of day later at a nearby restaurant. I didn't waste matter 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 pass on hand, my wedding ring no longer there.

"I feel the defective about not being up front with you. I have difficulty saying these words, what about I'm about to evidence you,"I glanced at my hand once more, then back to his eyes.

"I'm not married. I wasn't married when we had sex. My husbanded died over a year ago. I haven't been able to carry the ring off, until recently. I'm so blue, 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 gist in some way, but I want you to recognise I'm sorry for any ruefulness or guilt trip you felt by thinking you had sex with another married woman."

Ulysses was quiet, eye all-inclusive, taking my quarrel in."Brandi, I, um, thanks. I did experience 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 grueling to say that they're gone, that you're not married anymore and to drive off the ring."

"Yes,"I smiled at him.

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

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

We smiled at each other once more before our repast arrived. I learned Sir Thomas 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 business office for the day.

Ulysses stood at the foundation of his bed. I was on my articulatio genus, kissing over his stomach, thigh and beautiful stopcock. I sucked it lovingly, slowly, smiling at up at him.

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

Laying me gently on my cover, he kissed me again. Propping himself up with his paw, I placed my own hands on his chest, as he slowly began sliding his prick in and out of me.

I orgasmed mo later, he rolled onto his back, taking me with him. Kissing him again, I slowly taunt him, savoring his long prick hitting all the right spots inside me.

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

I did see him again. I'm fabrication in his arms right now. It's been a few calendar month since my night out with Leanna on New Year's, getting drugged, and waking up in the hospital a match days later. It was a horrifying event.

The nightmare I had is a little fuzzy, some of the particular lost over time. But I'll never forget it. Luckily, I've slept much better. Every once in a patch a human being teddy bear, named Leanna, will join 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 and scroll back on top of him, sliding his hammer back inside me. We meet up occasionally for lunch or dinner - then sex. He's not my boyfriend, just a outstanding friend.

The other week I met Devin. She's in the shower bath now. After I cum on Ulysses in a couple mo, we'll probably join her.

I'm thinking of moving back to Charleston. Leanna and I weren't as close to Doug's home. Since he's gone now, maybe it's time I return home.

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

Ulysses sets me down in the exhibitioner. Devin clinch and kisses me on the impudence. I smile at her and we both go to our stifle to service Ulysses'long, iniquity rod.
I pop his cockhead out of my oral cavity. I look to him, seeing him smile at me. I'm glad I was able to avail him a piffling during those few week I was his therapist.

He and my daughter don't yet realize how much they have helped me.

The end .