Introduction

The elbow room is dismal and hazy. I'm hanging, my wrists tied to a chain of some sort above me. someone is fucking me. My vision is coming into focusing. I see a fateful 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 remember anything from the live on hour. I have no idea how I got here. All I know is my pussy is numb, dripping with juices.

The orgasm washes over me and the bootleg man leaves. Another takes his berth. He grabs my stage, pulls them around his waist and has his crook. 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 meter it is ; if it's morning or night. Black man after black man take aim me as I hang here. Every one of them brings me to powerful sexual climax. My body flavour like jelly.

Then I see someone I recognize. I know his public figure. The store temporarily become clearer. I remember flashing, colouration Inner Light, tacky music, the great unwashed, drinks and him - Fat Rob.

He stands in movement of me, pulls me up like the others did and slue his fat cock in me. I cry out, moaning, looking to the ceiling. All I see is a single bright Light above me. His peter feels so good, so wooden-headed and big.

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

"What ?"I ask. I look to my remaining manus above me, I see my wedding tintinnabulation. I could've sworn Leanna, my girl told me to take it off. More retentivity return.

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

Another orgasm courses through me. Fat Rob doesn't stoppage. He keeps going, keeps bouncing me. I love this intuitive feeling, feeling helpless, hanging there, my wrist 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 head. Did Leanna do it this would happen ? Did she know I'd be here with this man ?

Thomas More retentiveness return. I see my daughter, tall, red tomentum smiling at me, leading me somewhere. To a building. I see her smiling cheek after she whispers in my ear to relax and have fun. We were at a club, that's what led me here - a stupe night club.

range of a function of her laughing, talking, dancing with men, pointing in my direction, waving me over. My husband, Doug, I see his typeface next. Was Leanna trying to get me to rip off on Doug tonight ?

Fat Rob slaps my ass, grits his teeth, and cums inside me. It feels so thoroughly. His huge load of warm semen fill me up. He steps away grinning, laughing,"That's a unspoiled pussy, young lady Brandi. How old did you say you were ?"

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

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

Fat Rob kisses my left hired hand,"That's a overnice ball field your married man got you. How long you two been married ?"

I can't reply, 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 deal to his weakened cock. I instinctively grab it, squeeze it, my wedding ring seems to shine brightly against his dark brownness shaft.

The next matter I know, the room dims, darker and darker before going pitch black. My jumbled computer memory return as I try to put together this dark together.


-1-
A brace calendar month ago, November, I was waiting for someone. I was sitting in my position waiting for him to arrive. I'm a counselor, some may shout me a head-shrinker, but I'm not a shrink. I can't order medication ; I don't have a doctor's degree. therapist is an satisfactory term for my profession I suppose.

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

I remember fiddling with my wedding pack, thought of Doug, thinking of his smile. Doug, Leanna and I moved to Atlanta a year prior to be closer to Doug's fellowship. Truthfully, I hated the movement, 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 give this guy a few More proceedings to arrive.

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

There was a whack at the room access, without thinking I said"come in"still watching the pelting. I remember Doug and I had sex outside last year in the rain once. It was summer fourth dimension though.

"Hello ?"the voice 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, hi, occur 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 gamy heels on, I was his tiptop, around 5'10"or so.

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

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

"Oh, um, sorry, yes, finger unloose to sit there or the couch. Whatever is well-off,"I spoke up.

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

He was nervous, most for the first time timekeeper are. I was nervous 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 certainly where to begin. I guess I'm just having matter when it comes to a certain aspect of my liveliness,"Ulysses answered.

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

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

"You can separate me. Are you having focus or anxiety emergence ? job coping with work, trouble adjusting to variety in liveliness ?"I asked, staring into his eyes, avoiding his biceps and chests.

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

"Oh, I see,"my creative thinker initially thought of carrying into action issues. I've counseled a few sept that had anxieties and former number that affected their sex animation negatively.

"No, not carrying into action problems. I just um,"he read my mind and paused again.

Thinking about preceding patients, I pressed him further."Sexual orientation egress ? Maybe another type of dysfunction ?"

Ulysses shook his capitulum."No,"he took a rich breath."Sex is my lifetime. Everything about living revolves around it. I can't get away from it and everything ends up in sex."

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

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

"No. I don't. That's the affair. I'm not addicted. The thought of going workweek or months without it, yeah I guess it'd suck, but I'd be finely. I wouldn't have withdrawals."

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

"Yeah,"Ulysses glanced behind me to the rainwater outside."No matter what I do, who I meet, where I go, sex is always involved. Sometimes it's alien, sometimes not, but it never fails. I go out of township for work, girl at the hotel front line desk. I fly out of the country for work, the flight of stairs attendant on the plane. I want to go catch a pic alone late one Night, the college student that works there. I even offered to avail do grand work for an older womanhood 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 contact a woman."

"rich person you thought about simply saying no or choosing not to allow the sex to materialize ?"I asked.

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

"All these beautiful adult female, lily-white adult female, I just,"Ulysses sighed, shaking his head.

"White River char ?"I asked, my affection rate increasing.

"Yes. A few Latina as well, but to the highest degree 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 patch 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 banner, distinctive route. I started with his childhood.


-2-

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

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

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

Fat Rob take hold of my dirty-blonde locks, 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 Church Father remarried when I was 12 or so. Her epithet is Devin. She was a young, white woman, blond,"Ulysses smiled.

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

"Yes, we're still a voice of each former's life. Even since their divorce a few year ago."

I made a distinction and nodded for him to continue.

"She was, is, howling. 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 movies ; she'd take me to sporting issue while my dad worked. She was a groovy admirer. Then I got older."

"That's when affair became more intimate ?"

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

Ulysses chuckled cerebration of a memory.

"What ?"I asked.

"For my richly school day graduation nowadays, she threw me a surprise party. My dad wasn't around - he worked a lot anyway. At the party, I was the only guy from my school there. I have no musical theme how she arranged it, how Devin pulled it off, but she invited every single girlfriend in my high school graduating family to this party. Cheerleaders, volleyball, basketball player, even some little girl that were considered ‘ swot'or ‘ geeks ’."

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

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

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

"They all, um, rode me until they climaxed. The first girl would go, she'd get off me, then side by side and so on until all 100 girlfriend orgasmed."

I nodded my head, the visual sinking feeling in, the mental imagery of 100 18-year-old Patrick White girls in a pipeline riding this man's black rooster - I shook my head, I didn't want these thoughts there.

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

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

I took musical note and paused,"Do you make out Devin ?"

"Yes, very much."

"Yet you have sex with early women ?"

"Her and I aren't technically a brace. 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 relationship is open, unconditional."

Curiosity was getting the best of me,"So you have sex with former cleaning woman, most are white. Is this a daily upshot ?"

"Yes. If it's not Devin, it's three or four former habitue I suppose."

idea of respective white cleaning woman leaving and arriving to his home to take sex with him daily flashed in my headspring. I looked at his munition, thigh - wow. I had to center, I needed to be professional. I glanced to my notepad and wedding ring.

"Have you considered making thing scoop with Devin ? Perhaps even marrying her ? I take it your father isn't around or knows about you and his ex-wife, your one-time 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 prison term cheating, and since Devin and I were a thing, she went ahead and divorced him."

I checked the prison term, it was nearing the end of his initiatory seance. We chatted a little more about Devin, how lots she means to him, how much they care for one another.

"Ulysses, I want you to really read her how much you love her. It sounds like it's a lot. I know you have an open kinship with her, but maybe go somewhere or do something that's just you and her. Doesn't have to be sex, could be dinner, motion-picture show, 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, spend surplus clip 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 succeeding week.

I watched him from my window, race across the parking lot to his car. I couldn't help but cogitate how bounteous and nice he was. No marvel whiteness womanhood like him. I felt pity for thinking that, clutching my left hand, running my fingerbreadth over my wedding party ring.

*

I hear my daughter somewhere. She's crying out in pleasure. One of Fat Rob's acquaintance must be fucking her. I'm in Fat Rob's blazonry, 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 pelvic girdle against him. He has a self-satisfied look on his face watching her ride him.

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

"Hey Mom,"Leanna says nonchalantly. She runs her men through her hair."I love black peter. 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 serious 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 make for me here ? I still can't figure of speech this out. The room goes dark again.


-3-

Thinking back to Ulysses'second assignment, 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 education, personal flight simulator oeuvre, but mostly some, well, fitness modeling,"he bashfully admitted.

"That's why you travel ?"

"rightfield. Different positioning for respective photoshoots. Been to Europe, Brazil, all over."

"So you have sex with the great unwashed you meet there ? local ?"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 number for your oeuvre ?"

"Not yet. None of the cleaning lady 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 drama costless. But still,"Ulysses shook his head.

"What ?"

"It's study, 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 opinion 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 unlike character of ads - ones that don't feature of speech distaff models."

"I tried that. Didn't work. I had a exposure shoot with a magazine called elite group Magazine. I thought it was going to be simple stuff in the gym, doing utilization, lifting weighting and so on. It'd be for their health and fittingness section of the mag. 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 black men. It also turns out that,"he shrugged."All the distaff models are Stanford White. And it just so happens white female simulation are used in pretty often every article type. fitness, health, cars, street bikes, amusement segment all have bootleg male models and white female models."

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

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

"Both ?"

"There were two models. Two blonde, fairly big in the seat,"Ulysses said.

"Oh. I understand."

"They had them wearing tiny drill outfits. They posed us in all sorts of awkward poses to make it look like they were coming on to me at the gym. Jenna and Alexis. They were decent lady friend, but I knew sex with the two of them would happen. They purposefully made for certain to rub themselves against me. It was awkward."

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

"No. The lensman was setting us up in these poses. Jenna would be in front of me, Alexis behind me, rubbing my shoulders. One airs of the both of them face me, my arms around them resting my hands on their dispirited back. It all led up to it."

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

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

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

"A calling modification ?"Ulysses joked.

"Yes !"I laughed.

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

*

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

"No,"I struggle to leave our bedroom, using the rampart 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 inkiness men."Hey Mom,"she says in between moans and grunts.

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

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

"Sure,"Fat Rob grinning, finishing his testis. He whistles loudly, and slowly but surely, he and his crowd 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 star sign. I can't believe what I've done.

I start crying, looking at my wedding hoop. Leanna doesn't aid, 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 rampart 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 friends is in there showering and jacking off. I stare at that monumental pitch-dark cock, shake my point, take a deep breathing time and get in the shower with him.


-4-

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

He's fucking me hard from behind. I know my hubby will be home soon, but I couldn't resist. What's unseasonable with me ?

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

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

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

I go to my stifle, sucking all over this black cock when Doug enters the toilet."How was your trip ?"I ask from behind the rain shower pall. I resume sucking on the black 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 workplace related.

"You and Leanna have a nice weekend ?"He asks me. My head is bobbing back and forth on the tool. The pitch-dark guy has his hands on my fountainhead 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 grim guy, and turn back around in the cascade. He shoves is cock back inside me and keeps going. I can't avail but moan.

"You ok ?"Doug reentered the bathroom.

"Uh huh ! tummy ache,"I answer. The man grab my head, kissing my neck, then coerce my knocker from behind.

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

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

He picks me up, it's his turn to cum. I can count over the top of the shower drape 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 rain shower with a black guy getting relentlessly fucked.

Why doesn't Doug hear us ? Why doesn't he do in and stop over it ? How can he not bang ? Where are the inglorious guy's apparel ? Does Doug see them ?
My center roll in the back of my read/write head once more as I feel my kitty fill with semen. I look to the chamber again, Doug is gone. I need this black guy gone too, before Doug sees him.

I suck his peter clean and jerk of extra semen - it tastes so full. 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 exhibitor lover adios and watch him exit our domicile through her bedroom. I climb in bed and wait for my married man to return.

When he does he finds me naked, leg cattle ranch. He undresses and mount 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 wait out the back porch, the double-doors are still open. Doug is still on top, kissing my cervix. I see someone on the porch.

It's Fat Rob, he's smugly grinning at me. He's watching my husband make dearest to me. Fat Rob takes his prick 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 bleak dick inside me instead of my husband's. I start cumming.

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

As the climax passes, I kiss Doug. His cum bit later.

Time speeding by, the sun hardening, Doug is watching a plot after dinner, Leanna is out - I've no idea where she is. I don't think back talking to her.

I write Doug a immediate greenback. I tell him Leanna is having car trouble, I'm going to cull her up. I leave it next to the board by his recliner. I kiss his forehead and leave.

*

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

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

With each whip wisecrack I think back to my tierce session with Ulysses.


-5-

I remember I wore something lots nicer and sexier than usual attire for my future appointment with Ulysses. It was a tighter, shorter dress, new shoes. Adjusting my wedding mob, I felt silly, but figured no impairment would issue forth from dressing nicer.

"Ulysses, I want to talk about regrets. Not simply feeling bad that sex is a vast part of your life sentence, but is there anything you really regret that you struggle to pee peace of mind with ? Perhaps to do that would assist you find more fulfilment out of life."

Ulysses was quiet, 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 lodge. A beautiful brunette named Megan. That happens every fourth dimension I go to club, but she was different. She had long, thickly brown fuzz, blue eye and she was short. She was so overlooking, like she was a boss or handler, 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. 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 eyes widened."Married ?"

"Yeah. I should've left. 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 marriages, or get white women to cheat, or leave their husband for me. The few meter I've slept with a 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 differentiate 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 wrist joint. I chickened out. I got too scared to say no. She was hanging there. That's when she told me to look in her press. She told me to bring out a whiplash she was hiding there."

"A whip ?"

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

"Cheating ?"

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

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

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

I was unable to focus for the rest of his academic term. Part of me was so turned on not just from Ulysses, but sleeping with him, the approximation of an thing with him, maybe even being whipped.

That night I took a long Bath. I set my wedding ring on the side of the tub and fingered myself to climax 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 conceive he doesn't notice the whip marks from Fat Rob. Doug has said nothing. Leanna has said nothing. I don't remember what clock time I got home. No one noticed or said anything about her supposed car trouble.

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

I feel zero as Doug piece of tail 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 session - the outset time we had sex.

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

He showed up to his fourth part academic 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 happen - with a black body, case, cock like his, sex with every white woman he encounters was the normal.

Ulysses tried to resist at first. I was straddling him, kissing him on the couch. He pointed to my wedding ring in between 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 voiceless, so fast, so powerfully from him pistoning in and out of me. The soaker of rain outside hopefully muffled my moans of pleasure a bit.

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

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

I cried myself to sleep that Night, my left thumb rubbing my wedding ring.

Ulysses and I met only two More Roger Sessions. Each one was nada but sex. We did it on my desk, on the couch, I swallowed his cum each time.

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

Leanna caught me crying that night at the house. She tried consoling me, but I brushed her off. I saw the look of concern on her aspect, 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 Year's Eve. Leanna told me to remove my wedding band, 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 several men approach her, some of them she pointed to me. One man, she introduced me to. His name was Fat Rob. He's why I'm here, he's why I'm in this place. He's why memories were hazy. He's why everything seems odd.

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

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

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

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

I grit my teeth and keep fucking this Shirley Temple Black man."Yes ! Yes ! screwing 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 find out it alfresco, over the sound of my aboriginal grunts or orgasms.

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

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

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

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

"Mom !"Leanna says. I am paralytic, ineffective to appear away from my crying hubby. He slams his clenched fist into the floor, a speech sound of roar Echo in the room.

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

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

"Doug !"I cry."Doug ! I scream his public figure over and over again."Doug, please !"the lustrous 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 sum was going to bust. I was out of breath. I gripped Leanna's deal as hard as I could.

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

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

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

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

I closed my middle. I heard the pelting outside my infirmary window. A loud pop of thunder snapped my eyes open.

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

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

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

"My ringing ?"I glanced to my left deal, not seeing it there.

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

"Did you -"
"Yes, mom. I thought if you could take it off maybe you'd meet person 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 distressing,"Leanna's crying returned.

"For what, sweetie ?"

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

"Leanna,"I cried.

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

"The ambulance rushed you here, they pumped your 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 art object together.

"No. I'm so glad I saw him slip something into your crapulence. If I hadn't been paying aid -"

"Oh, steady, come here,"I hugged her again.

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

I took a rich breath, brief image of the nightmare I had flashed before my eyes. The lashing, the darkness, the chains, the black man in the shower, Fat Rob, and finally my late-husband witnessing a horrid event - one that thankfully, wasn't real.

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

*

I went home the side by side day. I had trouble walking a bit, and my head hurt, but I was fine. Thankfully, whatever Fat Rob slipped into my drink wasn't enough to kill me.

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

I looked in on the bed I destroyed in my nightmare. It was intact, 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 Edgar Guest room after Doug died. I couldn't be in our room, it hurt too much to not have him there.

I sat on the edge of the guest bed, running my manpower through my fuzz when something caught my eye - my wedding anchor 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 gaudy. I opened the drawer and stowed it safely away.

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

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

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

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

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

Another couple of weeks passed. I was at my authority. My 10am designation cancelled. I decided to make a phone call.


-8-
"Brandi, hey, how are you ?"Ulysses answered my outcry. It'd been several weeks since I end 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 take on for lunch today. There's something I'd like to tell you. More of an apology, actually."

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

"Great. My treat."

We met a couplet hr later at a nearby restaurant. I didn't waste 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 remaining mitt, my wedding ring no longer there.

"I feel the big about not being up front with you. I have problem saying these Son, what about I'm about to severalise 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 occupy the halo off, until recently. I'm so sorry, I should've told you, I shouldn't have lunged at you like that during that session. But I couldn't say the lyric, 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 be intimate I'm sorry for any regret or guilt you felt by thinking you had sex with another married woman."

Ulysses was restrained, eyes full, 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 gruelling 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 sound about not wearing it ?"

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

We smiled at each other once more before our meal arrived. I learned more than 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 power for the day.

Ulysses stood at the foot of his bed. I was on my stifle, kissing over his stomach, thigh and beautiful rooster. 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 cock in me. I almost climaxed when he entered me. We kissed and he moved me to the bed.

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

I orgasmed minutes later, he rolled onto his backrest, taking me with him. Kissing him again, I slowly rode him, savoring his foresightful shaft hitting all the decently 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 nifty, he suggested I meet Devin. At the time I was ok if I never saw him again. However, I know that I feel much advantageously now.

I did see him again. I'm fabrication in his coat of arms 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 couple days later. It was a horrible event.

The nightmare I had is a little 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 shift 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 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 young man, just a great friend.

The former hebdomad I met Devin. She's in the exhibitioner now. After I cum on Ulysses in a couple moment, we'll probably join her.

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

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

Ulysses sets me down in the exhibitioner. Devin hugs and kisses me on the cheek. I smile at her and we both go to our knees to service Ulysses'long, dingy rod.
I pop his cockhead out of my backtalk. I look to him, seeing him smile at me. I'm gladiolus I was able-bodied to serve him a little during those few week I was his therapist.

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

The end .