Introduction

The elbow room is sour and hazy. I'm wall hanging, my wrists tied to a chain of some sort above me. Someone is fucking me. My imagination is coming into focus. I see a black man grinning at me. My ramification are wrapped around his waist ; he's holding me up by my ass and is making me cum.

I don't retrieve anything from the last minute. I have no mind how I got here. All I know is my snatch is benumb, dripping with juices.

The orgasm washes over me and the shameful man leaves. Another takes his place. He grabs my legs, pulls them around his waist and has his round. 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 recognise what time it is ; if it's sunrise or night. blackness man after black man take me as I hang here. Every one of them brings me to right orgasms. My body flavour like jelly.

Then I see someone I recognize. I know his name. The memories temporarily become clearer. I remember flashing, color illumination, loud music, people, potable and him - Fat Rob.

He stands in battlefront 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 individual bright spark above me. His rooster look so good, so thick and big.

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

"What ?"I ask. I look to my left hand above me, I see my nuptials ring. I could've sworn Leanna, my daughter told me to exact it off. More retention return.

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

Another orgasm courses through me. Fat Rob doesn't stopover. He keeps going, keeps bouncing me. I love this feeling, feeling helpless, hanging there, my radiocarpal joint tied. I can hear the string rale 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 pass ? Did she know I'd be here with this man ?

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

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

Fat Rob slaps my ass, grits his teeth, and cums inside me. It feels so good. His huge shipment of tender semen filling me up. He steps away smile, laughing,"That's a in force pussy, Miss Brandi. How old did you say you were ?"

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

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

Fat Rob kisses my left hired man,"That's a nice rhombus your husband got you. How long you two been married ?"

I can't resolution, I can barely spill the beans."Six yr,"I'm capable to get out, answering his question about my married couple 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 glitter brightly against his glowering brown shaft.

The next thing I know, the elbow room dims, darker and darker before going pitch black. My mix up store return as I try to piece this night together.


-1-
A couple up months ago, November, I was waiting for someone. I was sitting in my agency waiting for him to go far. I'm a pleader, some may call in me a head-shrinker, but I'm not a psychiatrist. I can't prescribe medicinal drug ; I don't have a doctorate. Therapist is an satisfactory condition for my profession I suppose.

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

I remember fiddling with my wedding anchor ring, thinking of Doug, thinking of his smile. Doug, Leanna and I moved to Atlanta a twelvemonth prior to be closer to Doug's kinsfolk. Truthfully, I hated the move, 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 chip in this guy a few more bit to arrive.

I stood, straightened out my commercial enterprise suit of clothes, and looked out the windowpane. I watched the rain declination, covering the parking lot, the cars in the distance were locked in their usual stop-go traffic.

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

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

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

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

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

I watched him, Doug temporarily leaving my thoughts. Ulysses was very powerful, wearing a pissed t-shirt, and cargo pants. The rain had an core on his pelt - his dark-chocolate skin, making it glister. He wiped his brow of rain.

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

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

He was flighty, nigh number 1 timer are. I was nervous too, but not about meeting a new affected role. He was having that effect on me.

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

"wellspring, um, not sure where to begin. I guess I'm just having upshot when it comes to a sealed aspect of my aliveness,"Ulysses answered.

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

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

"You can tell me. Are you having stress or anxiety issues ? Problems coping with work, problems adjusting to alteration 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 mind initially thought of operation upshot. I've counseled a few sept that had anxieties and other issues that affected their sex life negatively.

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

Thinking about retiring patient role, I pressed him further."intimate predilection issue ? Maybe another case of dysfunction ?"

Ulysses shook his head."No,"he took a deep breathing spell."Sex is my liveliness. Everything about lifetime 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 brawny soma, then to his dreads pulled back into a ponytail, finally, embarrassingly, I glanced to his crotch.

"I see,"I collected my sentiment, jotting this down on my notepad."So you feel you may have some sort of dependency to sex ?"

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

"Ok, so no dependence. Can you excuse what you mean by sex being your spirit ?"

"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, daughter at the hotel movement desk. I fly out of the country for workplace, the flight co-occurrence on the aeroplane. I want to go becharm a moving-picture show alone late one night, the college student that works there. I even offered to help do yard oeuvre 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 life. I tried finding it. I'd go on holiday alone, I'd always adjoin a woman."

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

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

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

"white women ?"I asked, my nub charge per unit increasing.

"Yes. A few Latina as well, but nearly all have been white. I don't know if it's because I'm total darkness or what. But I want to say no, I want to not feel like a piece of sum, 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 room is burning hot now. I'm on all tetrad, I'm being whipped by Fat Rob. The walls look like they're on fire. Am I in Hell ? Is this demon, Fat Rob, going to chip in me what I need ?

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

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

Fat Rob snaffle 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 ardent effect of the walls subsides, I black out again, thinking of the initiative day I met Ulysses.

*

"My Father of the Church remarried when I was 12 or so. Her name is Devin. She was a jr., white woman, blonde,"Ulysses smiled.

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

"Yes, we're still a section of each other's life. Even since their divorcement a few old age ago."

I made a tone and nodded for him to continue.

"She was, is, marvellous. She helped farm me. But because she's only 9 or 10 twelvemonth older than me, we hung out a lot. We'd go to movies ; she'd take me to sporting events while my dad worked. She was a great friend. Then I got older."

"That's when things became more suggest ?"

"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 offspring and goosey, maybe I had a crush on her, maybe I loved her - I don't know. But it was incredible. Our secret affair."

Ulysses chuckled thinking of a memory.

"What ?"I asked.

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

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

Ulysses'face went serious."About 100 daughter 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 bank line out of our sign, going to the sidewalk and down the street. All these girls,"Ulysses paused.

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

"They all, um, drive me until they climaxed. The world-class miss would go, she'd get off me, then side by side and so on until all 100 girls orgasmed."

I nodded my headland, the optical sinking in, the imagery of 100 18-year-old white girls in a agate line riding this man's black cock - I shook my straits, I didn't want these intellection there.

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

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

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

"Yes, very much."

"Yet you have sex with early women ?"

"Her and I aren't technically a span. I sorta view her as a mother figure. She's like the mom I never had and love life me in every way. I guess our kinship is candid, unconditional."

Curiosity was getting the in force of me,"So you have sex with early women, most are Elwyn Brooks White. Is this a daily event ?"

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

Thoughts of several T. H. White woman leaving and arriving to his dwelling house to have sex with him daily flashed in my brain. I looked at his implements of war, thigh - wow. I had to concentre, I needed to be professional person. I glanced to my notepad and wedding ring.

"Have you considered making things scoop 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 cause of their divorce. He was caught respective 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 first school term. 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 great deal 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, moving picture, hiking, something that isn't sexual. Maybe even suggest you and her go exclusive. From talking with you about her, it sounds like she loves you like a son and a lover. That's up to you though. Mainly, spend extra sentence with her and her only, not having sex. Try it,"I smiled at him.

He smiled back and stood. We shook mitt 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 supporter but think how handsome and nice he was. No wonder white women like him. I felt pity for thinking that, clutching my left mitt, running my finger over my wedding 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 arm, kissing him as he bounces me on his cock. I never want to pass on this place.

He's taking me somewhere, down a hall. We enter a way. I see my daughter on a bed, riding a inkiness man, her hands in her long red head of hair, grinding her hips against him. He has a self-satisfied look on his face watching her ride him.

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

"Hey Mom,"Leanna says nonchalantly. She runs her deal through her hairsbreadth."I love disastrous putz. 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 breakout, leaving us alone. She rolls over, smiling at me. Did she institute me here ? I still can't figure this out. The way goes dark again.


-3-

cerebration 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 work, but mostly some, well, fitness clay sculpture,"he bashfully admitted.

"That's why you travel ?"

"Right. Different locating for assorted photoshoots. Been to EC, Brazil, all over."

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

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

"Has this caused issues for your oeuvre ?"

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

"What ?"

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

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

"I know but, it's so hard,"Ulysses said. My persuasion 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 workplace ? Maybe shooting for different character of ads - ones that don't lineament female models."

"I tried that. Didn't workplace. I had a exposure shoot with a magazine called Elite Magazine. I thought it was going to be simple hooey in the gym, doing employment, lifting exercising weight and so on. It'd be for their health and seaworthiness surgical incision 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 is marketed toward blackness men. It also turns out that,"he shrugged."All the female person manikin are livid. And it just so fall out white female manakin are used in pretty a great deal every article eccentric. Fitness, health, gondola, street bikes, entertainment section all have black male models and white female models."

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

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

"Both ?"

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

"Oh. I understand."

"They had them wearing tiny exercise 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 miss, but I knew sex with the two of them would find. They purposefully made surely 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 mannerism. Jenna would be in presence of me, Alexis behind me, rubbing my shoulders. One affectation 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 bath. Both were naked, both entered, and well, the pee ran cold we were in there so long. Then afterward we kept going, they used their ‘ natural endowment'a lot on me."

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

"A career change ?"Ulysses joked.

"Yes !"I laughed.

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

*

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

"No,"I struggle to leave our bedroom, using the rampart to stabilize me. I don't pain in the neck putting on clothes.

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

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

"You have to allow for. Now ! My married man will be home soon. Doug can't see this,"I plead.

"Sure,"Fat Rob grinning, 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 raw, there must've been 15 men in the house. I can't believe what I've done.

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

"What a nighttime !"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 flurry now. I enter the bathroom and pull up back the curtain. One of Fat Rob's Friend is in there showering and jacking off. I stare at that massive black tool, stimulate my foreland, take a deep breath and get in the shower with him.


-4-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You and Leanna have a gracious weekend ?"He asks me. My heading is bobbing back and Forth River on the cock. The dark 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 black guy, and turn back around in the shower bath. He shoves is cock back inside me and keeps going. I can't service but moan.

"You ok ?"Doug reentered the bathroom.

"Uh huh ! Stomach ache,"I answer. The man grabs my head, kissing my neck, then tweet my tits from behind.

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

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

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

Why doesn't Doug hear us ? Why doesn't he come in and break it ? How can he not bonk ? Where are the black guy's clothes ? DOE Doug see them ?
My eyes roll in the binding of my head once more as I feel my twat fill with semen. I look to the bedchamber again, Doug is gone. I need this black guy gone too, before Doug sees him.

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

I kiss my shower lover goodbye and look out him pop off our home through her sleeping accommodation. I climb in bed and time lag for my husband to return.

When he does he regain me naked, legs spread. 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 school principal to front out the back porch, the double-doors are still open. Doug is still on top, kissing my neck. I see someone on the porch.

It's Fat Rob, he's smugly grinning at me. He's watching my husband make love to me. Fat Rob takes his 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 sinister putz inside me instead of my married man's. I start cumming.

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

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

prison term speeds by, the sun stage set, Doug is watching a secret plan after dinner, Leanna is out - I've no idea where she is. I don't call up talking to her.

I write Doug a agile promissory note. I tell him Leanna is having car trouble, I'm going to pick her up. I leave it following to the table by his recliner. I kiss his os frontale and leave.

*

This whiplash hurts so bad, but flavour 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 inkiness men are taking turns doing it and fucking me as I hang from my wrists again.

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

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


-5-

I remember I wore something much nicer and sexier than usual dress for my next appointment with Ulysses. It was a tighter, shorter dress, new shoes. Adjusting my nuptials ring, I felt silly, but figured no harm would come from dressing nicer.

"Ulysses, I want to talk about ruefulness. 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 repose with ? Perhaps to do that would serve you finger more fulfilment out of life."

Ulysses was still, 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 brunette named Megan. That happens every time I go to club, but she was different. She had long, duncical brown whisker, blue eyes and she was brusque. She was so command, like she was a boss or manager, and knew what she wanted and how to get it."

"She wanted you ?"I asked, knowing the response, 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 family. 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 wing. I've been in that situation before, and always felt horrible. I'm not the kind of guy that purposelessly goes out and endeavour to ruin marriages, or get white char to cheat, or leave their married man for me. The few times I've slept with a splice women - I hate to say this, but it was accidental. I wasn't planning on it or searching for it."

My external respiration was temperamental, my affection pumping,"Um, ok, I see. So you and Megan had sex and there was regret."

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

"You were enjoying it."

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

"A whip ?"

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

"cheat ?"

"She didn't say. But I complied, like an cretin. I whipped that poor woman 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 unit night."

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

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

I was ineffectual to pore 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 Night I took a long bath. I set my wedding ring on the incline of the tub and fingered myself to climax several times - cerebration 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 commemorate what sentence I got home. No one noticed or said anything about her supposed car trouble.

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

I feel nada 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 first off clock time we had sex.

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

He showed up to his quartern session. I was wearing another sexy dress. I fingered myself all calendar week thinking of him. I practically jumped on him.

He was startled, not expecting it. But I knew deep down he knew it would take place - with a calamitous body, human face, cock like his, sex with every white woman he encounters was the normal.

Ulysses tried to resist at number 1. I was straddling him, kissing him on the couch. He pointed to my wedding ring in between osculation. I shut him up with my back talk over his. We were naked soon. He slammed me on my desk and took me there.

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

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

My snatch was oozing ejaculate onto my desk. After a few hour, I went to my knees and licked it from my desk. I put my clothes on, sat in my chair and waited for my side by side appointment, pushing aside what I just did.

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

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

On the final examination session, 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 bring harder to be faithful 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 cheek, but I had to address 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 remove my wedding ring, she was taking me out. I resisted at low, but I know why she asked me to take it.

We were at a club, I saw several men approach her, some of them she pointed to me. One man, she introduced me to. His name was Fat Rob. He's why I'm here, he's why I'm in this plaza. He's why computer memory 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 severe, he calls me"Miss Brandi"again. I resume grinding into him.

I hear Doug approaching. His footfall are so gaudy, like thunder. I can't period riding Fat Rob though.

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

I grit my teeth and maintain fucking this ignominious man."Yes ! Yes ! Fuck yes !"

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

It's raining again, I can find out it alfresco, over the sound of my primal grunt or orgasms.

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

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

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

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

"Mom !"Leanna says. I am paralyzed, unable to calculate away from my crying hubby. He slams his fist into the floor, a sound of thunder echoes in the room.

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

Doug is changing, he's turning brighter. He's a light reservoir, 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 igniter 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 nursemaid excused herself. I was gasping for air, called out Doug's epithet over and over.

"Mom,"Leanna shook her head.

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

"Mom, no, he's -"

It felt like my heart was going to burst. I was out of hint. I gripped Leanna's handwriting as hard as I could.

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

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

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

"Mom, think back, that's why we moved here. So he could be secretive to his folk before he -"Leanna wiped a teardrop."Before he passed away."

I closed my heart. I heard the rainwater outside my hospital window. A tatty pop of hell dust snapped my eyes open.

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

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

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

"My mob ?"I glanced to my left hand, not seeing it there.

"It's at place. rightfulness by the bed."

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

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

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

"For what, sweetie ?"

"I took you to that club. I introduced you to somebody I thought was a friend. That bit of shit - I mean, Fat Rob. I saw him put something in your drinkable. 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 miss 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 small-arm together.

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

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

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

I took a deep breathing spell, abbreviated mental image of the nightmare I had flashed before my heart. The whipping, the darkness, the chains, the bleak man in the shower, Fat Rob, and finally my late-husband witnessing a terrible event - one that thankfully, wasn't real.

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

*

I went home the next day. I had difficulty walking a bit, and my headspring suffering, but I was all right. 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 finale gens, where he works, or anything other than his show. 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 twelvemonth ago. Leanna keeps the room clean, she dusts it and so on.

I moved into the guest way 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 hands through my hair when something caught my eye - my wedding tintinnabulation on the bedside table.

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

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

We painted the walls a different color. There was no double-door to the book binding porch in that elbow room, unlike in my nightmare, there was a great windowpane though. We got new refinement for it. I moved all piece of furniture out and bust up the carpet.

A hebdomad later, wood flooring was in office, and the room looked totally different.

One particular remained - a bed. The comply weekend, Leanna helped me pick out a new bed for that room - my room. I moved out of the Edgar Albert Guest room that night.

Leanna slept in there with me on my first-class honours degree night back in that way since Doug passed away.

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


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

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

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

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

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

"Great. My treat."

We met a couple minute 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 left hand, my wedding ring no longer there.

"I feel the worst about not being up front with you. I have bother saying these words, what about I'm about to order 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 class ago. I haven't been capable to hold the doughnut off, until recently. I'm so disconsolate, I should've told you, I shouldn't have lunged at you like that during that session. But I couldn't say the words, I couldn't let go. I guess I never will, Doug will always be in my heart in some way, but I want you to have it off I'm sorry for any regret or guiltiness you felt by thinking you had sex with another marry woman."

Ulysses was tranquillity, oculus wide, taking my speech 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 concentrated to say that they're gone, that you're not married anymore and to lease 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 yr's. She tried to help me move on. I guess in some ways it worked."

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

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

Ulysses stood at the foundation of his bed. I was on my knee joint, kissing over his tummy, thighs and beautiful hammer. I sucked it lovingly, slowly, smiling at up at him.

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

Laying me gently on my back, he kissed me again. Propping himself up with his custody, I placed my own deal on his chest, as he slowly began sliding his dick in and out of me.

I orgasmed proceedings later, he rolled onto his back, taking me with him. Kissing him again, I slowly razz him, savoring his long slam hitting all the rightfulness spotlight inside me.

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

I did see him again. I'm lying in his arm right now. It's been a few months since my night out with Leanna on New Year's, getting drugged, and waking up in the hospital a twain 24-hour interval later. It was a horrible event.

The incubus 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 while a human teddy bear, named Leanna, will connect 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 stopcock back inside me. We meet up occasionally for luncheon or dinner - then sex. He's not my young man, just a swell friend.

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

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

This acute climax passes, Ulysses holding me. We kiss, he sits up, his turncock still embedded inside me and takes me the shower to fall in Devin.

Ulysses sets me down in the shower bath. Devin clinch and candy kiss me on the impudence. I smile at her and we both go to our knees to overhaul Ulysses'long, dark rod.
I pop his cockhead out of my mouth. I look to him, seeing him smile at me. I'm glad I was able-bodied to help him a slight during those few weeks I was his therapist.

He and my girl don't yet earn how much they have helped me.

The end .