Introduction

The elbow room is dark and hazy. I'm hanging, my articulatio radiocarpea tied to a chain of some sort above me. person is fucking me. My sight is coming into stress. I see a sinister man grinning at me. My wooden leg are wrapped around his waistline ; he's holding me up by my ass and is making me cum.

I don't commemorate anything from the live on 60 minutes. I have no estimation 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 seat. He grabs my legs, pulls them around his shank 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 minute. I don't sleep with what time it is ; if it's sunup or Nox. Black man after Negroid man contain me as I hang here. Every one of them brings me to herculean orgasms. My body tone like jelly.

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

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

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

"What ?"I ask. I look to my left hand above me, I see my wedding doughnut. I could've sworn Leanna, my daughter told me to learn it off. More memories return.

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

Another sexual climax courses through me. Fat Rob doesn't occlusive. He keeps going, keeps bouncing me. I love this tactual sensation, feeling helpless, hanging there, my radiocarpal joint tied. I can hear the concatenation 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 make love this would happen ? Did she know I'd be here with this man ?

More retention return. I see my girl, tall, red tomentum smiling at me, leading me somewhere. To a building. I see her smiling boldness after she whispers in my ear to unstrain and experience fun. We were at a club, that's what led me here - a stunned night club.

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

Fat Rob slap my ass, grits his tooth, and semen inside me. It feels so good. His vast incumbrance of affectionate cum fill me up. He steps away smiles, laughing,"That's a proficient pussy, Miss Brandi. How old did you say you were ?"

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

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

Fat Rob kisses my left hand,"That's a Nice infield your husband got you. How long you two been married ?"

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

"Mmmm,"he guides my manus to his weakened cock. I instinctively grab it, squeeze it, my wedding ring seems to smoothen brightly against his shadow brownness shaft.

The future affair I know, the room dims, darker and darker before going pitch black. My disorderly 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 billet waiting for him to arrive. I'm a advocate, some may call me a psychiatrist, but I'm not a psychiatrist. I can't dictate medication ; I don't have a doctor's degree. therapist is an acceptable term for my professing I suppose.

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

I remember fiddling with my wedding ring, thinking of Doug, thinking of his smile. Doug, Leanna and I moved to Atlanta a yr prior to be closer to Doug's sept. Truthfully, I hated the motion, but agreed to it. Work is certainly more active, compared to Charleston. I rarely have any downtime like I did there.

I sighed and thought about cancelling, but I figured I'd establish this guy a few to a greater extent second to arrive.

I stood, straightened out my business suit, and looked out the window. I watched the rain twilight, covering the parking lot, the motorcar in the distance 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 finish twelvemonth in the rain once. It was summer time though.

"howdy ?"the vocalism spoke up behind me, shaking me from my trance.

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

"Um, hi, how-do-you-do, fare in,"I stammered. I cleared my throat, approached him, extending my manus. I introduced myself as Brandi.
He shook it softly, smiling back at me. With my high heels on, I was his height, around 5'10"or so.

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

I watched him, Doug temporarily leaving my thoughts. Ulysses was very muscular, wearing a tight t-shirt, and cargo pants. The rainfall had an effect on his skin - his dark-chocolate peel, making it glisten. He wiped his frontal bone of rain.

"Oh, um, sorry, yes, feel free to sit there or the couch. Whatever is comfortable,"I spoke up.

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

He was neural, most outset timekeeper are. I was spooky too, but not about meeting a new affected role. 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 exit when it comes to a sealed aspect of my life,"Ulysses answered.

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

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

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

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

"Oh, I see,"my idea initially thought of performance takings. I've counseled a few folks that had anxieties and other issues that affected their sex life negatively.

"No, not operation trouble. I just um,"he read my thinker and paused again.

Thinking about by patient, I pressed him further."intimate orientation issues ? Maybe another type of dysfunction ?"

Ulysses shook his head teacher."No,"he took a cryptic breath."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 eyes darted quickly to his muscular bod, then to his apprehensiveness 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 suffer some sorting of habituation to sex ?"

"No. I don't. That's the thing. I'm not addicted. The idea of going hebdomad or calendar month without it, yeah I guess it'd suck, but I'd be fine. I wouldn't have withdrawals."

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

"Yeah,"Ulysses glanced behind me to the rainfall 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 town for study, girl at the hotel nominal head desk. I fly out of the country for work, the flight attendant on the plane. I want to go fascinate a pic alone late one nighttime, the college student that works there. I even offered to avail do yard study for an honest-to-god fair sex 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. I tried finding it. I'd go on vacations alone, I'd always meet 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 womanhood, were so beautiful,"Ulysses answered. Then he said something that made me inspire sharply, hoping he didn't hear me.

"All these beautiful fair sex, white char, I just,"Ulysses sighed, shaking his head.

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

"Yes. A few Latina as well, but near all have been white. I don't know if it's because I'm Black or what. But I want to say no, I want to not feel like a art object of marrow, but there's just something so beautiful about them,"Ulysses said, eyes to the floor.

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


-2-

This way 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 netherworld ? Is this fiend, Fat Rob, going to fall in me what I need ?

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

"Doug,"I whisper, unable to rationalize before another sexual climax comes over me.

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

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

*

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

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

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

I made a note and nodded for him to continue.

"She was, is, tremendous. She helped raise me. But because she's only 9 or 10 years older than me, we hung out a lot. We'd go to motion picture ; she'd accept me to sporting events while my dad worked. She was a expectant friend. Then I got older."

"That's when things became more adumbrate ?"

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

Ulysses chuckled intellection of a memory.

"What ?"I asked.

"For my high-pitched school commencement ceremony present, she threw me a surprise party. My dad wasn't around - he worked a lot anyway. At the party, I was the simply guy from my school there. I have no idea how she arranged it, how Devin pulled it off, but she invited every single girl in my high school graduating course of instruction to this party. Cheerleaders, volleyball game, hoops role player, even some little girl that were considered ‘ nerds'or ‘ geeks ’."

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

Ulysses'grimace went serious."About 100 little girl showed up. 50 or so didn't. As I said, Devin invited all of them. Of the ones that showed up, they were white. There was a crease out of our sign of the zodiac, going to the pavement and down the street. All these little girl,"Ulysses paused.

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

"They all, um, taunt me until they climaxed. The commencement girl would go, she'd get off me, then next and so on until all 100 girls orgasmed."

I nodded my head, the visual sinking feeling in, the imagery of 100 18-year-old white girl in a line riding this man's pitch-dark stopcock - I shook my head, I didn't want these persuasion there.

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

"Yes. Afterward, they all left, hugging me bye, saying in force luck at college, and so on, Devin and I remained. We made erotic love in my room. I didn't coating with those girls, but I did fetch up in her."

I took notes and paused,"Do you have sex Devin ?"

"Yes, very much."

"Yet you have sex with other char ?"

"Her and I aren't technically a couple. I sorta view her as a female parent figure. She's like the mom I never had and loves me in every way. I guess our human relationship is open, unconditional."

oddment was getting the best of me,"So you have sex with early women, most are White person. Is this a day-to-day outcome ?"

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

persuasion of several white woman leaving and arriving to his home to accept sex with him daily flashed in my head. I looked at his arms, thighs - wow. I had to focus, I needed to be pro. I glanced to my notepad and wedding ring.

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

"No, he lives in LA and doesn't know her and I are like this. And no, it wasn't the effort of their divorcement. He was caught various meter cheating, and since Devin and I were a matter, she went ahead and divorced him."

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

"Ulysses, I want you to really show her how much you love her. It sounds like it's a lot. I know you have an open 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, picture show, hiking, something that isn't sexual. Maybe even suggest you and her get exclusive. From talking with you about her, it sounds like she loves you like a son and a buff. That's up to you though. Mainly, pass extra time with her and her only, not having sex. Try it,"I smiled at him.

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

I watched him from my window, race across the parking lot to his car. I couldn't help but intend how good-looking and prissy he was. No wonderment Patrick White women like him. I felt shame for thinking that, clutching my unexpended hand, running my finger over my hymeneals ring.

*

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

He's taking me somewhere, down a hall. We enter a room. I see my daughter on a bed, riding a black man, her hands in her long red mane, grinding her coxa against him. He has a smug spirit on his face watching her ride him.

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

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

I try to answer, 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 break, leaving us alone. She rolls over, smiling at me. Did she play me here ? I still can't figure this out. The room goes dark again.


-3-

Thinking back to Ulysses'endorsement 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 instruction, personal trainer work, but mostly some, well, physical fitness modelling,"he bashfully admitted.

"That's why you travel ?"

"rightfulness. Different locations for various photoshoots. Been to EU, Brazil, all over."

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

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

"Has this caused offspring for your work ?"

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

"What ?"

"It's oeuvre, 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 process went to something else that would be hard - his erection. I scolded myself internally and focused on my job.

"Perhaps you could request a alteration at work ? Maybe shooting for dissimilar type of ads - unity that don't feature film female person models."

"I tried that. Didn't work. I had a photo shoot with a magazine called elite magazine publisher. I thought it was going to be simple stuff in the gym, doing exercises, lifting weights and so on. It'd be for their health 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 cartridge clip is marketed toward smutty men. It also turns out that,"he shrugged."All the female model are T. H. White. And it just so happens white female simulation are used in pretty much every article type. fitness, health, cars, street bikes, amusement part all have black Male models and white female models."

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

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

"Both ?"

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

"Oh. I understand."

"They had them wearing flyspeck utilization outfits. They posed us in all variety of unenviable mannerism to make it depend like they were coming on to me at the gym. Jenna and Alexis. They were dainty girls, but I knew sex with the two of them would bump. They purposefully made certainly 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 front of me, Alexis behind me, rubbing my articulatio humeri. 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 common 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 butts."I see. Well to repel matter away from sex, perhaps consider -"

"A career variety ?"Ulysses joked.

"Yes !"I laughed.

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

*

The room is so brilliantly now. It has to be daylight. I'm naked, dried ejaculate is all over me. I'm somewhere comrade. I rise up in my bed, Doug's and my bed. I'm surrounded by sleeping pitch-dark men.

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

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

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

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

"Sure,"Fat Rob smile, finishing his eggs. He whistles loudly, and slowly but surely, he and his bunch 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 charge, 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 bedevil now. I enter the can and pluck back the curtain. One of Fat Rob's booster is in there showering and jacking off. I stare at that massive black cock, shake my head, take a bass intimation and get in the shower bath with him.


-4-

I don't know his public figure, or why he stayed behind. 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 incorrectly with me ?

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

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

"Here !"I manage to say. The dark guy I'm in the exhibitor 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 bathroom."How was your trip ?"I ask from behind the shower curtain. I resume sucking on the dark man's hawkshaw as Doug answers.

"It was great. Productive,"I hear him say at the cesspool. I can't call back where he went, but I'm guessing work related.

"You and Leanna have a nice weekend ?"He asks me. My head is bobbing back and forth on the pecker. 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 bathroom. I stand, kiss the pitch blackness 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 ache,"I answer. The man grabs my head, kissing my neck, then compact my mammilla from behind.

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

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

He picks me up, it's his turn of events to cum. I can attend 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 musical theme his wife is in the shower with a melanize guy getting relentlessly fucked.

Why doesn't Doug hear us ? Why doesn't he come in and stop over it ? How can he not know ? Where are the black guy's clothes ? doe Doug see them ?
My eye roll in the back of my heading once more as I feel my kitty fill with seed. I look to the bedroom again, Doug is gone. I need this lightlessness guy gone too, before Doug sees him.

I suck his cock clean of supererogatory cum - it tastes so upright. 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 shower devotee auf wiedersehen and watch him perish our home through her sleeping room. I climb in bed and postponement for my husband to return.

When he does he witness me nude, legs spread. He undresses and wax 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 head to look out the back porch, the double-doors are still open. Doug is still on top, kissing my neck. I see somebody on the porch.

It's Fat Rob, he's smugly grinning at me. He's watching my husband make passion to me. Fat Rob takes his cock out, shaking it playfully. How did he get there ? Was he picking up his acquaintance ? I don't know, I watch him, I picture that big pitch-black putz inside me instead of my husband's. I start cumming.

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

As the climax liberty chit, I kiss Doug. His cums minute later.

clip amphetamine by, the sun circle, Doug is watching a biz after dinner party, Leanna is out - I've no idea where she is. I don't think talking to her.

I write Doug a quick greenback. I tell him Leanna is having car bother, I'm going to clean her up. I leave it next to the table by his recliner. I kiss his brow and leave.

*

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

I scream out with hurting and joy. I don't want them to check even though I don't understand why they are doing this.

With each whip crack I think back to my third sitting with Ulysses.


-5-

I remember I wore something much nicer and aphrodisiac than usual attire for my side by side designation with Ulysses. It was a tighter, shorter dress, new shoes. Adjusting my wedding ring, I felt silly, but figured no trauma would come from dressing nicer.

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

Ulysses was tranquil, 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 fair sex at a club. A beautiful brunette named Megan. That happens every time I go to clubs, but she was dissimilar. She had long, thickheaded brown hair's-breadth, racy eyes and she was short circuit. 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 home plate. We were in her kitchen, living 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 leftfield. I've been in that situation before, and always felt horrifying. I'm not the kind of guy that purposelessly goes out and tries to ruin marriage, or get whitened women to cheat, or leave their husbands for me. The few sentence I've slept with a married cleaning woman - I hate to say this, but it was accidental. I wasn't planning on it or searching for it."

My external respiration was erratic, my bosom 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 order 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 search in her closet. She told me to bring out a whip she was hiding there."

"A party whip ?"

"Yeah. She wanted me to lash 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 guiltiness about something and wanted it whipped out of her."

"Cheating ?"

"She didn't say. But I complied, like an half-wit. I whipped that poor people adult female 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 completely night."

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

"No. We had sex one More fourth dimension in the shower, then I left."

I was ineffective to focus for the rest of his session. Part 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 long bathroom. I set my marriage ring on the side of the tub and fingered myself to climax respective 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 marking from Fat Rob. Doug has said nothing. Leanna has said zilch. I don't remember what prison term I got home. No one noticed or said anything about her supposed car trouble.

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

I feel nothing as Doug fucks me from behind. I'm looking out into the backyard, it's pouring down rain. 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 4th session - the start time we had sex.

thing seem exonerated now, but I still can't while it all together. Doug is on top of me now. I don't look him. It's like my senses aren't working. But I remember Ulysses.

He showed up to his fourth session. 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 find - with a black consistence, font, putz like his, sex with every white woman he encounters was the normal.

Ulysses tried to jib at first. I was straddling him, kissing him on the sofa. He pointed to my wedding ring in between candy kiss. I shut him up with my backtalk 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 torrent of rain outside hopefully muffled my moan of pleasure a bit.

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

My pussy was oozing semen onto my desk. After a few minutes, I went to my knee joint and licked it from my desk. I put my clothes on, sat in my chair and waited for my future date, pushing aside what I just did.

I cried myself to sleep that night, my left ovolo rubbing my wedding ring.

Ulysses and I met only two more seance. Each one was cipher but sex. We did it on my desk, on the couch, I swallowed his cum each time.

On the final exam session, Ulysses told me he was no-count, but couldn't see me anymore. He said he's accepted this is how his life sentence is and will work harder to be closer with Devin. That was it. I watched him put his dress back on and leave.

Leanna caught me crying that night at the theater. She tried consoling me, but I brushed her off. I saw the look of concern on her typeface, 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 hit my wedding mob, she was taking me out. I resisted at first, but I know why she asked me to murder it.

We were at a night club, I saw several men approach her, some of them she pointed to me. One man, she introduced me to. His gens was Fat Rob. He's why I'm here, he's why I'm in this place. He's why memories were bleary. 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 hard, he calls me"fille Brandi"again. I resume grinding into him.

I hear Doug coming. His step 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 go on fucking this Shirley Temple man."Yes ! Yes ! piece of ass yes !"

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

It's raining again, I can hear it outside, over the speech sound of my aboriginal grunts or orgasms.

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

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

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

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

"Mom !"Leanna says. I am paralyze, unable to reckon away from my crying husband. He slams his fist into the floor, a sound of nose drops echoes in the room.

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

Doug is changing, he's turning brighter. He's a light author, 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 brightly lightness 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 nurse 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 essence was going to burst. I was out of breathing spell. I gripped Leanna's hand as surd as I could.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"My ring ?"I glanced to my exit script, not seeing it there.

"It's at base. properly by the bed."

"Did you -"
"Yes, mom. I thought if you could necessitate it off maybe you'd meet soul 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 sorry,"Leanna's crying returned.

"For what, sweetie ?"

"I took you to that club. I introduced you to someone I thought was a champion. That opus of defecate - 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 a good deal of whatever it was. I called 911, I was freaking out. I didn't want to suffer you too,"Leanna said.

"The ambulance rushed you here, they pumped your abdomen. 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 composition together.

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

"Oh, truelove, occur here,"I hugged her again.

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

I took a deep breath, brief epitome of the nightmare I had flashed before my eyes. The beating, the darkness, the chains, the disgraceful man in the shower bath, Fat Rob, and finally my late-husband witnessing a horrific event - 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 night out.

*

I went home the succeeding day. I had trouble walking a bit, and my head distress, but I was fine. Thankfully, whatever Fat Rob slipped into my swallow wasn't enough to wipe out me.

I considered filing a police report. But neither Leanna nor I know his finish epithet, where he works, or anything other than his appearance. Still, it wouldn't hurt to do it.

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

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

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

I stared at it for several sec 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 following calendar week, Leanna and I went through Doug's article of clothing and former items, boxing them up, taking them to Goodwill.

We painted the walls a different color. There was no double-door to the plunk for porch in that room, unlike in my nightmare, there was a prominent window though. We got new subtlety for it. I moved all furniture out and pluck up the carpet.

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

One point remained - a bed. The following weekend, Leanna helped me pick out a new bed for that way - my way. I moved out of the node elbow room that night.

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

Another mates of weeks passed. I was at my agency. My 10am appointment cancelled. I decided to make a earpiece call.


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

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

"I'm amercement,"he answered. I could tell he felt awkward.

"Listen, I was thinking if you don't have plans, we could assemble for lunch today. There's something I'd like to enjoin you. More of an apology, actually."

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

"Great. My treat."

We met a match hours later at a nearby eating house. I didn't waste product any clock time ; immediately telling him I was sorry for my unprofessionalism. He was accepting, nodding and smiling politely.

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

"I feel the risky about not being up front with you. I have problem saying these run-in, what about I'm about to assure you,"I glanced at my paw 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-bodied to take on the anchor ring off, until recently. I'm so sorry, I should've told you, I shouldn't have lunged at you like that during that sitting. But I couldn't say the words, I couldn't let go. I guess I never will, Doug will always be in my heart in some way, but I want you to hump I'm sorry for any regret or guilt you felt by thinking you had sex with another married woman."

Ulysses was quiet, centre blanket, taking my words in."Brandi, I, um, thanks. I did feel 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 voiceless to say that they're gone, that you're not married anymore and to take 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 class's. She tried to help me move on. I guess in some style it worked."

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

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

Ulysses stood at the fundament of his bed. I was on my knee, kissing over his stomach, thighs and beautiful cock. I sucked it lovingly, slowly, smiling at up at him.

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

egg laying me gently on my book binding, he kissed me again. Propping himself up with his hands, I placed my own manpower on his chest, as he slowly began sliding his peter in and out of me.

I orgasmed proceedings later, he rolled onto his book binding, taking me with him. Kissing him again, I slowly ride him, savoring his foresightful cock 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 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 better now.

I did see him again. I'm lying in his coat of arms right now. It's been a few months since my Night out with Leanna on New class's, getting drugged, and waking up in the infirmary a couple days later. It was a frightful event.

The nightmare I had is a footling fuzzy, some of the details lost over time. But I'll never forget it. Luckily, I've slept much better. Every once in a piece a human being chemise bear, named Leanna, will get 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 and roll back on top of him, sliding his cock back inside me. We meet up occasionally for lunch or dinner - then sex. He's not my boyfriend, just a gravid friend.

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

I'm thinking of moving back to capital of West Virginia. Leanna and I weren't as confining to Doug's household. Since he's gone now, maybe it's time I return home.

This vivid orgasm straits, Ulysses holding me. We kiss, he sits up, his cock still embedded inside me and takes me the exhibitor to connect Devin.

Ulysses sets me down in the shower. Devin hugs and osculation me on the cheek. I smile at her and we both go to our knees to service Ulysses'long, coloured rod.
I pop his cockhead out of my mouth. I look to him, seeing him grin at me. I'm gladiola I was capable to assist him a little during those few weeks I was his therapist.

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

The end .