Introduction

The elbow room is dark and hazy. I'm hanging, my wrists tied to a range of mountains of some form above me. someone is fucking me. My vision is coming into focus. I see a fatal man grinning at me. My legs are wrapped around his shank ; he's holding me up by my ass and is making me cum.

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

The orgasm washes over me and the Negroid man leaves. Another takes his place. He grabs my legs, 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 know what fourth dimension it is ; if it's morning or dark. blackamoor man after blackened man take me as I hang here. Every one of them brings me to powerful coming. My body feeling like jelly.

Then I see someone I recognize. I know his name. The memory board temporarily become clearer. I remember flashing, people of colour igniter, loudly music, hoi polloi, drinks and him - Fat Rob.

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

"Your hubby is going to know we stretched out that pussy of yours, girl Brandi,"Fat Rob tells me, pumping his hips upward.

"What ?"I ask. I look to my leave hand above me, I see my nuptials band. I could've sworn Leanna, my girl told me to demand it off. More memory board return.

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

Another orgasm courses through me. Fat Rob doesn't stop. He keeps going, keeps bouncing me. I love this flavour, feeling helpless, hanging there, my wrist joint tied. I can listen the strand 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 head. Did Leanna know this would happen ? Did she know I'd be here with this man ?

More memories return. I see my daughter, tall, red hair 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 nightclub, that's what led me here - a stupefied night club.

icon of her laughing, talking, dancing with men, pointing in my guidance, waving me over. My hubby, Doug, I see his grimace following. Was Leanna trying to get me to cheat on Doug tonight ?

Fat Rob smacking my ass, grits his teeth, and cums inside me. It feels so good. His huge payload of warm come fills me up. He steps away smiling, laughing,"That's a good kitty-cat, young lady Brandi. How old did you say you were ?"

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

Fat Rob nods and unchains me. My sleeve don't hurt, neither do my wrists. My body is mush in his implements of war. He carries me to a bed. I don't see Leanna anywhere.

Fat Rob kisses my pass on hired man,"That's a nice diamond your husband got you. How yearn you two been married ?"

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

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

The succeeding affair I know, the room dims, darker and darker before going pitch black. My jumble 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 arrive. I'm a advocate, some may holler me a psychiatrist, but I'm not a shrink. I can't dictate 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 tintinnabulation, thinking of Doug, intellection of his grinning. Doug, Leanna and I moved to Atlanta a yr prior to be cheeseparing to Doug's family unit. Truthfully, I hated the motion, but agreed to it. employment is certainly more fighting, 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 give this guy a few Sir Thomas More proceedings to arrive.

I stood, straightened out my business suit, and looked out the window. I watched the pelting fall, covering the parking lot, the machine in the distance were locked in their usual stop-go traffic.

There was a whang at the door, without thinking I said"come in"still watching the rainfall. I remember Doug and I had sex outside last year in the rain once. It was summer prison term though.

"hello ?"the voice spoke up behind me, shaking me from my trance.

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

"Um, hi, hi, come in in,"I stammered. I cleared my throat, approached him, extending my hand. I introduced myself as Brandi.
He shook it softly, smiling back at me. With my highschool heel on, I was his height, around 5'10"or so.

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

I watched him, Doug temporarily leaving my thought process. Ulysses was very brawny, wearing a miserly T-shirt, and load pants. The rain had an effect on his hide - his dark-chocolate skin, making it glisten. He wiped his frontal bone of rain.

"Oh, um, sorry, yes, sense free to sit there or the redact. Whatever is easy,"I spoke up.

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

He was nervous, most firstly timekeeper 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 start. I guess I'm just having issues when it comes to a certain prospect of my life,"Ulysses answered.

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

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

"You can tell me. Are you having emphasis or anxiety issues ? Problems coping with work, problem adjusting to variety in life story ?"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 performance issues. I've counseled a few folks that had anxieties and other event that affected their sex life-time negatively.

"No, not performance problem. I just um,"he read my idea and paused again.

Thinking about past times patient, I pressed him further."Sexual orientation issues ? Maybe another eccentric of dysfunction ?"

Ulysses shook his promontory."No,"he took a late breath."Sex is my life. Everything about life-time 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 frame, then to his apprehension pulled back into a ponytail, finally, embarrassingly, I glanced to his crotch.

"I see,"I collected my thought process, jotting this pile on my notepad."So you feel you may consume some sort of addiction to sex ?"

"No. I don't. That's the thing. I'm not addicted. The thought of going week or months 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 ?"

"Yeah,"Ulysses glanced behind me to the rain outside."No matter 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 work, miss at the hotel front desk. I fly out of the country for work, the flight attendant on the plane. I want to go catch a film alone late one night, the college pupil that works there. I even offered to help do yard workplace for an older 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 biography. I tried finding it. I'd go on holiday 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 mentation of that. But these women, were so beautiful,"Ulysses answered. Then he said something that made me inspire sharply, hoping he didn't hear me.

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

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

"Yes. A few Latina as well, but nearly 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 palpate like a man of meat, 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 criterion, distinctive 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 rampart look like they're on ardor. Am I in Scheol ? Is this demon, Fat Rob, going to give me what I need ?

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

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

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

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

*

"My sire remarried when I was 12 or so. Her name is Devin. She was a young, white woman, blonde,"Ulysses smiled.

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

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

I made a note and nodded for him to continue.

"She was, is, wonderful. She helped kick upstairs me. But because she's only 9 or 10 geezerhood older than me, we hung out a lot. We'd go to movies ; she'd direct me to sporting event while my dad worked. She was a expectant Friend. Then I got older."

"That's when things became more intimate ?"

"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 young and gooselike, maybe I had a puppy love on her, maybe I loved her - I don't know. But it was unbelievable. Our secret affair."

Ulysses chuckled thinking of a memory.

"What ?"I asked.

"For my gamy schooling graduation present, she threw me a surprisal company. My dad wasn't around - he worked a lot anyway. At the party, I was the only guy from my schooltime there. I have no idea how she arranged it, how Devin pulled it off, but she invited every exclusive girl in my eminent school graduating class to this company. Cheerleaders, volleyball, basketball musician, even some young lady that were considered ‘ nerds'or ‘ eccentric person ’."

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

Ulysses'face went serious."About 100 young woman showed up. 50 or so didn't. As I said, Devin invited all of them. Of the 1 that showed up, they were white. There was a line out of our sign of the zodiac, going to the pavement and down the street. All these fille,"Ulysses paused.

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

"They all, um, tantalize 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 headspring, the visual sinking in, the imagery of 100 18-year-old ashen girls in a personal line of credit riding this man's fatal cock - I shook my foreland, I didn't want these thoughts there.

"I see, so that was her submit 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 goal with those girls, but I did finish in her."

I took billet 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 female parent figure. She's like the mom I never had and loves me in every way. I guess our relationship is open, unconditional."

Curiosity was getting the dependable of me,"So you have sex with other women, most are ashen. Is this a casual issue ?"

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

Thoughts of several Andrew Dickson White woman leaving and arriving to his home to have sex with him daily flashed in my head. I looked at his arms, thighs - wow. I had to focus, I needed to be professional. I glanced to my notepad and wedding ring.

"Have you considered making matter exclusive with Devin ? Perhaps even marrying her ? I take it your founder isn't around or knows about you and his ex, 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 several times cheating, and since Devin and I were a thing, she went ahead and divorced him."

I checked the metre, it was nearing the end of his first-class honours degree 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 show her how a lot 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, movies, hiking, something that isn't intimate. Maybe even suggest you and her suit scoop. 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 surplus fourth dimension 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, subspecies across the parking lot to his car. I couldn't aid but think how handsome and prissy he was. No wonder White person women like him. I felt shame for thinking that, clutching my left hand, running my finger over my wedding ring.

*

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

He's taking me somewhere, down a hallway. We enter a way. I see my daughter on a bed, riding a black man, her handwriting in her long red mane, grinding her articulatio coxae against him. He has a smug look on his face watching her ride him.

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

"Hey Mom,"Leanna says nonchalantly. She runs her hands through her fuzz."I love blackamoor dick. I'm so glad 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 break, 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 again.


-3-

Thinking back to Ulysses'second 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 oeuvre, but mostly some, well, physical fitness modeling,"he bashfully admitted.

"That's why you travel ?"

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

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

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

"Has this caused outlet for your work ?"

"Not yet. None of the cleaning lady have tried to get me fired for sleeping with another manikin, or tried to rig their way into shooting with me. It's all been drama free. 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 log Z's with these women though. No one is forcing you,"I smiled softly at him.

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

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

"I tried that. Didn't study. I had a photo shoot with a powder store called Elite Magazine. I thought it was going to be simple-minded stuff in the gym, doing physical exertion, lifting system of weights and so on. It'd be for their wellness and fittingness 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 cartridge holder is marketed toward Negroid men. It also turns out that,"he shrugged."All the female good example are Edward D. White. And it just so happens Theodore Harold White female models are used in pretty much every clause case. seaworthiness, health, car, street bikes, entertainment incision all have calamitous 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 paries, having sex.

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

"Both ?"

"There were two example. Two blonde, fairly big in the back end,"Ulysses said.

"Oh. I understand."

"They had them wearing bantam exercising outfits. They posed us in all sorts of awkward affectedness to make it expect like they were coming on to me at the gym. Jenna and Alexis. They were squeamish girls, but I knew sex with the two of them would materialise. 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 strawman of me, Alexis behind me, rubbing my shoulders. One affectation of the both of them face me, my subdivision around them resting my work force 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 exhibitioner. Both were naked, both entered, and well, the weewee ran low temperature 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 butt joint."I see. Well to repel things away from sex, perhaps weigh -"

"A career variety ?"Ulysses joked.

"Yes !"I laughed.

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

*

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

"No,"I struggle to leave our bedchamber, 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 forked teamed by two Black person men."Hey Mom,"she says in between moans and grunts.

Fat Rob is in my kitchen, eating breakfast he must've Captain James 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 eggs. 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 band. 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 bulwark are closing in on me. I run away, I run to my bedroom.

Strange, the exhibitor is running. Did I leave it on ? Everything seems so mix up now. I enter the bathroom and pull back the drape. One of Fat Rob's friends is in there showering and jacking off. I stare at that massive Black person putz, shake off my foreland, take a deeply breath and get in the shower with him.


-4-

I don't know his name, or why he stayed behind. Why didn't he leave with Fat Rob, why couldn't he shower 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 sign, but I can't. I don't want to. I want him to keep fucking me.

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

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

I go to my knees, sucking all over this black rooster when Doug enters the toilet."How was your trip ?"I ask from behind the exhibitioner pall. I resume sucking on the black man's dick as Doug answers.

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

"You and Leanna have a overnice weekend ?"He asks me. My head is bobbing back and forth on the peter. The blackness guy has his workforce on my head holding me in place.

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

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

"commodity,"Doug leaves the bath. I stand, kiss the black guy, and twist back around in the rain shower. He shoves is cock back inside me and keeps going. I can't help but moan.

"You ok ?"Doug reentered the bathroom.

"Uh huh ! breadbasket ache,"I answer. The man catch my school principal, kissing my neck, then pressure my tits from behind.

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

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

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

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

I suck his cock clean of excess 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 open it ? Maybe Doug opened it.

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

When he does he finds me naked, ramification spread. He undresses and climb up on top. As he enters me I wonder if he can feel a difference of opinion. I wonder if I'll ever be the same.

I turn my forefront to look out the back porch, the double-doors are still out-of-doors. 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 ally ? I don't know, I watch him, I picture that big inglorious dick inside me instead of my hubby's. I start cumming.

"Yes ! Yes !"I cry out to Fat Rob, climaxing at the like time. Fat Rob nods, puts his peter back in his knickers and leaves.

As the orgasm passes, I kiss Doug. His cums seconds later.

metre stop number by, the sun sets, Doug is watching a plot after dinner, Leanna is out - I've no thought where she is. I don't remember talking to her.

I write Doug a quickly note. I tell him Leanna is having car difficulty, I'm going to pick her up. I leave it future to the table by his lounger. I kiss his forehead and leave.

*

This lash hurts so bad, but feels so very upright. 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 smuggled men are taking turns doing it and fucking me as I hang from my wrists again.

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

With each lash fissure I think back to my third session with Ulysses.


-5-

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

"Ulysses, I want to talk about regrets. Not simply feeling bad that sex is a vast percentage of your spirit, but is there anything you really regret that you struggle to make peace with ? Perhaps to do that would help you palpate 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 work, shoots and so on. I met a woman at a club. A beautiful brunet named Megan. That happens every clock time I go to bludgeon, but she was unlike. She had long, thick brown hair, blue oculus 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 reply, not blaming the woman.

"Yeah."

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

"Megan took me home. 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 eyes widened."Married ?"

"Yeah. I should've left field. I've been in that billet before, and always felt horrible. I'm not the kind of guy that purposelessly goes out and attempt to bankrupt marriages, or get white women to cheat, or leave their husbands for me. The few times I've slept with a marital 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 secern 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 look in her W.C.. She told me to wreak out a whip she was hiding there."

"A whip ?"

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

"cheat ?"

"She didn't say. But I complied, like an imbecile. I whipped that poor people woman over and over just like she asked me to. She cried out from pain, then begged me to continue going. When it was done, I regretted ever meeting her. I regretted enabling her to wander, regretted whipping her. I regretted the unharmed night."

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

"No. We had sex one More meter in the shower bath, then I left."

I was unable to focalise for the rest of his session. function of me was so turned on not just from Ulysses, but sleeping with him, the approximation of an occasion with him, maybe even being whipped.

That night I took a long Bath. I set my wedding ring on the face of the tub and fingered myself to culminate several meter - thinking 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 think he doesn't notice the whip marking from Fat Rob. Doug has said nothing. Leanna has said nothing. I don't remember what time I got home. No one noticed or said anything about her supposed car trouble.

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

I feel nothing as Doug piece of ass 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 fourth part academic term - the first fourth dimension we had sex.

Things seem clear-cut 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 session. I was wearing another sexy dress. 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 happen - with a pitch blackness organic structure, face, cock like his, sex with every Elwyn Brooks White woman he encounters was the normal.

Ulysses tried to resist at foremost. I was straddling him, kissing him on the lounge. He pointed to my wedding ring in between kisses. 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 downpour of pelting outside hopefully muffled my moan of pleasure a bit.

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

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

I cried myself to sleep that night, my left-hand quarter round rubbing my wedding ring.

Ulysses and I met only two more than Roger Huntington Sessions. Each one was nothing but sex. We did it on my desk, on the couch, I swallowed his seminal fluid each time.

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

Leanna caught me crying that nighttime at the menage. She tried consoling me, but I brushed her off. I saw the look of concern on her face, but I had to handle 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 pack, she was taking me out. I resisted at first, but I know why she asked me to remove it.

We were at a club, 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 place. He's why memories were brumous. 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 think back where. I'm riding Fat Rob so hard, I feel like the bed will break.

I kiss him surd, he calls me"young lady Brandi"again. I resume grinding into him.

I hear Doug approaching. His footstep are so tacky, like scag. I can't stop riding Fat Rob though.

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

I grit my dentition and stay fresh nookie this fatal man."Yes ! Yes ! nookie yes !"

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

It's raining again, I can see it international, over the sound of my primeval oink or orgasms.

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

More roar footfall, my name being called. Fat Rob slap 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 appall 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 paralyse, ineffectual to take care away from my crying husband. He slams his clenched fist into the floor, a sound of roaring echoes 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 reference, 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 promising light is blinding now. I can't breathe.


-7-

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

Leanna was right there following 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 middle was going to erupt. I was out of breather. I gripped Leanna's hand 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 twelvemonth ? Where ?"I was crying now.

"Mom, remember, that's why we moved here. So he could be closer to his sept before he -"Leanna wiped a split."Before he passed away."

I closed my eyes. I heard the pelting outside my hospital window. A loud pop of scag snapped my eyes open.

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

"What happened end Nox ?"I asked, looking around the hospital elbow room, releasing my grip 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 hired man, not seeing it there.

"It's at abode. ripe by the bed."

"Did you -"
"Yes, mom. I thought if you could demand 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 sorry,"Leanna's crying returned.

"For what, sweetie ?"

"I took you to that club. I introduced you to someone I thought was a admirer. That piece of rat - I mean, Fat Rob. I saw him put something in your boozing. 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 stomach. 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 gladiola I saw him slip something into your deglutition. If I hadn't been paying attention -"

"Oh, sweetie, fall here,"I hugged her again.

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

I took a trench breathing place, brief icon of the incubus I had flashed before my eyes. The whipping, the darkness, the strand, the black man in the shower, Fat Rob, and finally my late-husband witnessing a awful event - one that thankfully, wasn't real.

I shook the images from my heading and held my girl. She was still wearing the apparel she wore on our night out.

*

I went home the next day. I had trouble walking a bit, and my head suffering, but I was very well. Thankfully, whatever Fat Rob slipped into my drink wasn't sufficiency to kill me.

I considered filing a police report card. But neither Leanna nor I know his last name, where he works, or anything other 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 inviolate, 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 way, it hurt too much to not have 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 respective mo before slowly reaching for it. I started to put it on, but stopped myself."No,"I said out flashy. I opened the drawer and stowed it safely away.

The stick with week, Leanna and I went through Doug's wearable and other detail, boxing them up, taking them to Goodwill.

We painted the bulwark a unlike color. There was no double-door to the back porch in that elbow room, unlike in my incubus, there was a heavy window though. We got new nuance for it. I moved all article of furniture out and tore up the carpet.

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

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

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

Another pair of weeks passed. I was at my office. My 10am appointment cancelled. I decided to gain a phone call.


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

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

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

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

"Yeah, that's cool off. We can run into up,"he said.

"Great. My treat."

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

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

"I feel the tough about not being up front with you. I have trouble saying these give-and-take, what about I'm about to recount 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 year ago. I haven't been able to accept 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 sitting. But I couldn't say the Holy Writ, I couldn't let go. I guess I never will, Doug will always be in my heart and soul in some way, but I want you to jazz I'm sorry for any regret or guilt you felt by thinking you had sex with another hook up with woman."

Ulysses was tranquillise, eyes all-inclusive, 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 better half, but I imagine it's backbreaking 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 fourth dimension. My daughter took me out on New year's. She tried to help me impress on. I guess in some ways it worked."

We smiled at each other once more before our repast 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 overt, relationship.

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

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

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

egg laying me gently on my spinal column, he kissed me again. Propping himself up with his hands, I placed my own script on his chest of drawers, as he slowly began sliding his cock in and out of me.

I orgasmed hour later, he rolled onto his backrest, taking me with him. Kissing him again, I slowly cod him, savoring his long pecker hitting all the right spots inside me.

We went until after midnight. I kissed him cheerio, told him I'd see him again sometime. He said that'd be great, he suggested I meet Devin. At the time 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 limb 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 hospital a match Clarence Day later. It was a horrible event.

The nightmare I had is a little fuzzy, some of the detail lost over time. But I'll never forget it. Luckily, I've slept much better. Every once in a piece 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 curlicue back on top of him, sliding his putz back inside me. We meet up occasionally for tiffin or dinner - then sex. He's not my boyfriend, just a nifty friend.

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

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

This acute climax pass, Ulysses holding me. We kiss, he sits up, his dick still embedded inside me and takes me the shower to join Devin.

Ulysses sets me down in the shower. Devin hugs and buss me on the buttock. I smile at her and we both go to our knees to service Ulysses'long, dreary rod.
I pop his cockhead out of my mouthpiece. I look to him, seeing him grin at me. I'm gladiolus I was able to help him a minuscule during those few weeks I was his therapist.

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

The end .