Introduction

The room is dark and fuzzy. I'm hanging, my wrists tied to a chain of some sort above me. individual is fucking me. My sight is coming into nidus. I see a black man grinning at me. My stage are wrapped around his waist ; he's holding me up by my ass and is making me cum.

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

The orgasm washes over me and the black man leaves. Another takes his place. He grabs my legs, pulls them around his waist and has his bit. 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 dayspring or night. Black man after black man take me as I hang here. Every one of them brings me to knock-down orgasms. My body feels like jelly.

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

He stands in front of me, pulling me up like the others did and slide his fat pecker in me. I cry out, moaning, looking to the roof. All I see is a individual bright light above me. His putz feels so salutary, so thick and big.

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

"What ?"I ask. I look to my leave alone mitt above me, I see my wedding party ringing. I could've sworn Leanna, my girl told me to take it off. more memories return.

She did tell me to slay it. She said I needed this Night, she said I deserve it.

Another sexual climax courses through me. Fat Rob doesn't stop. He keeps going, keeps bouncing me. I love this feeling, feeling helpless, hanging there, my wrists tied. I can hear the chain rattling as I go up and down on Fat Rob's cock.

"I bet he can't please you like this,"Fat Rob says, still taking me.

I shake my head. Did Leanna cognize this would happen ? Did she know I'd be here with this man ?

Thomas More computer storage return. I see my girl, tall, red whisker smiling at me, leading me somewhere. To a edifice. I see her smiling face after she whispers in my ear to slack up and have got fun. We were at a social club, that's what led me here - a stupid night club.

image of her laughing, talking, dancing with men, pointing in my direction, waving me over. My hubby, Doug, I see his face adjacent. Was Leanna trying to get me to rip off on Doug tonight ?

Fat Rob slap my ass, grits his teeth, and seed inside me. It feels so good. His vast load of warm semen fills me up. He steps away smiles, laughing,"That's a good pussy, Miss Brandi. How old did you say you were ?"

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

Fat Rob nods and unchains me. My weapons system 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 left hand,"That's a nice diamond your married man got you. How long you two been married ?"

I can't answer, I can barely utter."Six class,"I'm able to get out, answering his question about my marriage ceremony to Leanna's stepfather, Doug.

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

The following affair I know, the room dims, darker and darker before going auction pitch melanize. My jumbled memories return as I try to piece this Night together.


-1-
A duet calendar month ago, November, I was waiting for mortal. I was sitting in my office waiting for him to arrive. I'm a counselor, some may call me a shrink, but I'm not a shrink. I can't dictate medicament ; I don't have a doctorate. therapist is an satisfactory term for my professing I suppose.

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

I remember fiddling with my wedding halo, thinking of Doug, intellection of his smile. Doug, Leanna and I moved to Atlanta a year prior to be close-fitting to Doug's family. Truthfully, I hated the move, but agreed to it. Work is certainly more participating, compared to Charleston. I rarely have any downtime like I did there.

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

I stood, straightened out my business cause, and looked out the windowpane. I watched the rain fall, covering the parking lot, the railway car in the distance were locked in their usual stop-go traffic.

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

"Hello ?"the voice 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 hand. I introduced myself as Brandi.
He shook it softly, smiling back at me. With my in high spirits cad on, I was his stature, around 5'10"or so.

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

I watched him, Doug temporarily leaving my thoughts. Ulysses was very muscular, wearing a tight tee shirt, and cargo gasp. The pelting had an effect on his tegument - his dark-chocolate skin, making it glisten. He wiped his forehead of rain.

"Oh, um, sorry, yes, feel absolve to sit there or the couch. Whatever is well-to-do,"I spoke up.

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

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

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

"Well, um, not certainly where to start out. I guess I'm just having issues when it comes to a certain aspect of my life,"Ulysses answered.

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

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

"You can narrate me. Are you having tension or anxiety issuance ? Problems coping with work, job adjusting to modification 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 performance military issue. I've counseled a few folks that had anxieties and other matter that affected their sex life negatively.

"No, not operation problems. I just um,"he interpret my judgment and paused again.

Thinking about retiring patient, I pressed him further."Sexual predilection issues ? Maybe another type of dysfunction ?"

Ulysses shook his head."No,"he took a cryptical breath."Sex is my sprightliness. Everything about animation 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 material body, 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 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 suction, but I'd be all right. I wouldn't have withdrawals."

"Ok, so no addiction. Can you explicate 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 alien, sometimes not, but it never fails. I go out of town for employment, girl at the hotel front desk. I fly out of the country for work, the flying attendant on the plane. I want to go grab a moving-picture show alone late one Nox, the college bookman that works there. I even offered to help do chiliad work for an Old adult female 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 meet a woman."

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

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

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

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

"Yes. A few Latina as well, but about all have been ashen. I don't know if it's because I'm black-market or what. But I want to say no, I want to not experience like a piece of core, but there's just something so beautiful about them,"Ulysses said, heart to the floor.

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


-2-

This room is burning hot now. I'm on all quaternity, I'm being whipped by Fat Rob. The bulwark look like they're on attack. Am I in pit ? Is this devil, Fat Rob, going to devote me what I need ?

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

"Doug,"I whisper, ineffective to apologise before another orgasm comes over me.

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

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

*

"My father remarried when I was 12 or so. Her name is Devin. She was a untested, snowy woman, blonde,"Ulysses smiled.

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

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

I made a Federal Reserve note and nodded for him to continue.

"She was, is, terrific. She helped conjure up me. But because she's only 9 or 10 years honest-to-god 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 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 Brigham Young and foolish, maybe I had a jam on her, maybe I loved her - I don't know. But it was incredible. Our surreptitious affair."

Ulysses chuckled thought of a memory.

"What ?"I asked.

"For my luxuriously schoolhouse graduation nowadays, she threw me a surprise party. My dad wasn't around - he worked a lot anyway. At the party, I was the sole guy from my school there. I have no musical theme how she arranged it, how Devin pulled it off, but she invited every single missy in my high school graduating class to this political party. Cheerleaders, volleyball game, basketball participant, even some girls that were considered ‘ swot'or ‘ geeks ’."

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

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

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

"They all, um, rode me until they climaxed. The for the first time girl would go, she'd get off me, then next and so on until all 100 girls orgasmed."

I nodded my head, the visual sinking in, the imagery of 100 18-year-old E. B. White female child in a line riding this man's fatal hammer - I shook my headland, 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 right luck at college, and so on, Devin and I remained. We made love in my room. I didn't finish with those girls, but I did finish in her."

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

"Yes, very much."

"Yet you have sex with former fair sex ?"

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

oddity was getting the scoop of me,"So you have sex with other cleaning woman, most are Patrick Victor Martindale White. Is this a day by day consequence ?"

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

cerebration of several snowy cleaning woman leaving and arriving to his house to have sex with him daily flashed in my head teacher. I looked at his weaponry, thighs - wow. I had to centre, I needed to be professional. I glanced to my notepad and nuptials ring.

"wealthy person you considered making things exclusive with Devin ? Perhaps even marrying her ? I take it your father isn't around or knows about you and his ex, your early step-mother ?"

"No, he lives in LA and doesn't know her and I are like this. And no, it wasn't the drive of their divorce. He was caught several metre cheating, and since Devin and I were a thing, she went ahead and divorced him."

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

"Ulysses, I want you to really show her how much you love her. It sounds like it's a lot. I know you have an open human relationship with her, but maybe go somewhere or do something that's just you and her. Doesn't have to be sex, could be dinner, movies, hiking, something that isn't sexual. Maybe even suggest you and her become exclusive. From talking with you about her, it sounds like she loves you like a son and a devotee. That's up to you though. Mainly, spend superfluous time with her and her only, not having sex. Try it,"I smiled at him.

He smiled back and stood. We shook hired man 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 avail but think how handsome and nice he was. No wonder Stanford White fair sex like him. I felt disgrace for thinking that, clutching my left hired man, 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 arms, kissing him as he bounces me on his cock. I never want to bequeath this place.

He's taking me somewhere, down a hall. We enter a room. I see my daughter on a bed, riding a shameful man, her hands in her prospicient red mane, grinding her hip against him. He has a smug spirit on his side 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 hand through her whisker."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 goodness 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 frame this out. The room goes drab again.


-3-

thought process back to Ulysses'second engagement, 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 flight simulator employment, but mostly some, well, fitness modeling,"he bashfully admitted.

"That's why you travel ?"

"rightfulness. Different locations for various photoshoots. Been to Europe, Federative Republic of Brazil, all over."

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

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

"Has this caused consequence for your work ?"

"Not yet. None of the char have tried to get me fired for sleeping with another good example, or tried to manipulate their way into shooting with me. It's all been dramatic play complimentary. 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 opinion went to something else that would be hard - his hard-on. I scolded myself internally and focused on my job.

"Perhaps you could request a modification at work ? Maybe shooting for different case of ads - single that don't characteristic female models."

"I tried that. Didn't work. I had a photo shoot with a mag called Elite clip. I thought it was going to be wide-eyed stuff in the gym, doing exercising, lifting weights and so on. It'd be for their health and seaworthiness part of the magazine publisher. 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 mordant men. It also turns out that,"he shrugged."All the female person models are albumen. And it just so fall out E. B. White female person models are used in pretty much every article type. fittingness, health, cable car, street cycle, entertainment section all have black male models and White River female models."

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

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

"Both ?"

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

"Oh. I understand."

"They had them wearing tiny use outfits. They posed us in all form of clumsy poses to make it appear like they were coming on to me at the gym. Jenna and Alexis. They were nice girls, but I knew sex with the two of them would happen. They purposefully made sure as shooting to rub themselves against me. It was awkward."

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

"No. The photographer was setting us up in these poses. Jenna would be in front of me, Alexis behind me, rubbing my shoulders. One pose of the both of them face me, my subdivision around them resting my men on their low 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 coldness we were in there so long. Then afterward we kept going, they used their ‘ gifts'a lot on me."

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

"A career change ?"Ulysses joked.

"Yes !"I laughed.

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

*

The room is so brilliant now. It has to be daylight. I'm naked, dry out come is all over me. I'm somewhere familiar. I rise up in my bed, Doug's and my bed. I'm surrounded by sleeping black men.

"No,"I struggle to leave our chamber, using the wall to brace me. I don't botheration putting on clothes.

I hear groan coming from Leanna's way. I barge in and see her being look-alike teamed by two ignominious men."Hey Mom,"she says in between moans and grunts.

Fat Rob is in my kitchen, eating breakfast he must've Captain 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 testicle. 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 defenseless, there must've been 15 men in the house. I can't believe what I've done.

I start crying, looking at my wedding doughnut. 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 wall 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 toilet and pull back the mantle. One of Fat Rob's Friend is in there showering and jacking off. I stare at that monumental black pecker, stir my header, take a trench breathing place and get in the shower with him.


-4-

I don't know his name, or why he stayed seat. 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 haywire with me ?

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

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

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

I go to my knees, sucking all over this black cock when Doug enters the john."How was your tripper ?"I ask from behind the shower bath pall. I resume sucking on the pitch-dark man's dick as Doug answers.

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

"You and Leanna have a nice weekend ?"He asks me. My headland is bobbing back and Forth River on the cock. The smuggled guy has his handwriting on my head holding me in place.

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

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

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

"You ok ?"Doug reentered the bathroom.

"Uh huh ! Stomach ache,"I answer. The man snap up my top dog, kissing my cervix, then squeezes my tits from behind.

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

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

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

Why doesn't Doug hear us ? Why doesn't he come in and finish it ? How can he not know ? Where are the melanize guy's clothes ? Does Doug see them ?
My optic roll in the rachis of my head once more as I feel my pussy fill with ejaculate. I look to the bedroom again, Doug is gone. I need this pitch blackness guy gone too, before Doug sees him.

I suck his cock clean of excess seed - 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 shower lover goodbye and watch him exit our home plate through her chamber. I climb in bed and wait for my husband to return.

When he does he encounter me au naturel, legs spread. He undresses and climbs 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 depend 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 married man make love to me. Fat Rob takes his cock 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 black cock inside me instead of my husband's. I start cumming.

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

As the coming passes, I kiss Doug. His semen seconds later.

Time speeds by, the sun sets, Doug is watching a game after dinner party, Leanna is out - I've no approximation where she is. I don't think back talking to her.

I write Doug a quick promissory note. I tell him Leanna is having car problem, I'm going to pick her up. I leave it future to the mesa by his recliner. I kiss his brow and leave.

*

This party whip hurts so bad, but feels so very skilful. 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 disgraceful men are taking turn of events 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 arrest even though I don't understand why they are doing this.

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


-5-

I remember I wore something much nicer and aphrodisiac than usual garb for my next fitting with Ulysses. It was a tighter, shorter dress, new horseshoe. Adjusting my wedding ring, I felt silly, but figured no impairment would come up from dressing nicer.

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

Ulysses was subdued, contemplating what I said, but also searching his thoughts.

"Yeah,"he eventually spoke up.

I waited for him to reply, giving him time.

"I was in Miami. I go down there often for workplace, shoots and so on. I met a woman at a nine. A beautiful brunet named Megan. That happens every meter I go to club, but she was different. She had long, thick Brown hair, blue devil eyes and she was short. She was so commanding, like she was a boss or manager, and knew what she wanted and how to get it."

"She wanted you ?"I asked, knowing the answer, not blaming the woman.

"Yeah."

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

"Megan took me rest 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 heart widened."Married ?"

"Yeah. I should've left. I've been in that position before, and always felt ugly. I'm not the kind of guy that purposelessly goes out and tries to ruin wedding, or get white adult female to wander, or leave their husbands for me. The few times I've slept with a married women - I hate to say this, but it was inadvertent. I wasn't planning on it or searching for it."

My breathing was erratic, my heart pumping,"Um, ok, I see. So you and Megan had sex and there was regret."

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

"You were enjoying it."

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

"A whiplash ?"

"Yeah. She wanted me to whip her. I thought it was a racial thing. Joseph Black slaves 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 idiot. I whipped that piteous adult female over and over just like she asked me to. She cried out from botheration, then begged me to sustain going. When it was done, I regretted ever meeting her. I regretted enabling her to shaft, regretted whipping her. I regretted the wholly night."

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

"No. We had sex one More time in the exhibitioner, then I left."

I was unable to concentrate for the residuum of his academic term. office of me was so turned on not just from Ulysses, but sleeping with him, the approximation of an affair with him, maybe even being whipped.

That Night I took a foresighted bath. I set my wedding ceremony tintinnabulation on the slope of the tub and fingered myself to climax several metre - 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 believe he doesn't notice the party whip Deutschmark from Fat Rob. Doug has said naught. Leanna has said zero. I don't retrieve what time I got home. No one noticed or said anything about her suppositious car trouble.

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

I feel cypher as Doug fucks me from behind. I'm looking out into the backyard, it's pouring down rain. I didn't even notice it was cloudy.


-6-

I remember now. It was raining when I first met Ulysses, it was raining during his fourth session - the get-go time we had sex.

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

He showed up to his twenty-five percent academic term. I was wearing another sexy 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 blackness consistence, facial expression, cock like his, sex with every White fair sex he encounters was the normal.

Ulysses tried to reject at number one. I was straddling him, kissing him on the couch. He pointed to my wedding ring in between candy kiss. I shut him up with my mouth over his. We were naked soon. He slammed me on my desk and took me there.

I came so concentrated, so fast, so powerfully from him pistoning in and out of me. The downpour of rain outside hopefully muffled my moans of pleasure a bit.

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

My slit was oozing seed onto my desk. After a few bit, I went to my genu 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 slumber that night, my get out thumb rubbing my wedding ceremony ring.

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

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

Leanna caught me crying that nighttime at the house. She tried consoling me, but I brushed her off. I saw the look of concern on her fount, but I had to deal with what I've done on my own.

*

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

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

We were at a night club, I saw various 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 footsteps are so tawdry, like smack. I can't stop riding Fat Rob though.

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

I grit my teeth and keep fucking this black man."Yes ! Yes ! shag yes !"

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

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

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

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

"Brandi !"he yells, upon entering our room. I don't diaphragm having sex with Fat Rob. I look over my berm and see Doug's dismay fount. He falls to his genu's crying.

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

"Mom !"Leanna says. I am paralyzed, unable to look away from my crying husband. He slams his fist into the trading floor, a sound of thunder 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 violent storm ?

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

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


-7-

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

Leanna was right there succeeding to me,"Mom !"

"Where am I ? Where's Doug ?"

"What ?"Leanna glanced to the nurse.

She started crying and the nurse excused herself. I was gasping for air, called out Doug's figure over and over.

"Mom,"Leanna shook her head.

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

"Mom, no, he's -"

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

"Doug,"I whispered, hoping to simmer down 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 family before he -"Leanna wiped a tear."Before he passed away."

I closed my eyes. I heard the rain outside my hospital window. A forte pop of thunder snapped my eyes open.

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

"What happened last Nox ?"I asked, looking around the hospital 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 depart hand, not seeing it there.

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

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

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

"I'm sorry, I'm so grim,"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 shit - I mean, Fat Rob. I saw him put something in your drink. I nearly punched him out. I grabbed you and took you home."

"Leanna,"I cried.

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

"The ambulance rushed you here, they pumped your belly. 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 glad I saw him luxate something into your drink. If I hadn't been paying tending -"

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

I held her for respective arcminute as she cried."I'm alive, I'm awake, I'm fine."

I took a late breath, legal brief prototype of the nightmare I had flashed before my eyes. The trouncing, the darkness, the Ernst Boris Chain, the black man in the shower, Fat Rob, and finally my late-husband witnessing a horrific event - one that thankfully, wasn't real.

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

*

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

I considered filing a police force reputation. But neither Leanna nor I know his last name, where he works, or anything other than his show. Still, it wouldn't trauma 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 and jerk, she dusts it and so on.

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

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

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

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

We painted the walls a different coloring material. There was no double-door to the rear porch in that room, unlike in my nightmare, there was a large window though. We got new shades for it. I moved all furniture out and tore up the carpet.

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

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

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

Another duo of weeks passed. I was at my authority. My 10am appointment cancelled. I decided to establish a phone call.


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

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

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

"Listen, I was thinking if you don't have design, we could meet for lunch today. There's something I'd like to distinguish 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 eating house. I didn't wasteland any clip ; 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 trouble saying these words, what about I'm about to tell 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 yr ago. I haven't been able to ask the ring 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 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 know I'm sorry for any regret or guilty conscience you felt by thinking you had sex with another married woman."

Ulysses was smooth, optic wide, taking my word of honor 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 intemperate to say that they're gone, that you're not married anymore and to take away off the ring."

"Yes,"I smiled at him.

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

"Yes, it was prison term. My girl took me out on New class's. She tried to help me actuate on. I guess in some ways it worked."

We smiled at each early 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 open, but not too undetermined, relationship.

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

Ulysses stood at the groundwork of his bed. I was on my knees, kissing over his venter, second joint and beautiful cock. I sucked it lovingly, slowly, smiling at up at him.

I stood and he squatted, picking me up, my wooden leg 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 backrest, he kissed me again. Propping himself up with his work force, I placed my own manus on his chest of drawers, as he slowly began sliding his cock in and out of me.

I orgasmed instant later, he rolled onto his binding, taking me with him. Kissing him again, I slowly tantalise him, savoring his farseeing shaft hitting all the in good order touch inside me.

We went until after midnight. I kissed him goodbye, told him I'd see him again sometime. He said that'd be heavy, 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 weapon system right now. It's been a few calendar month since my night out with Leanna on New yr's, getting drugged, and waking up in the hospital a couple Day later. It was a horrible event.

The incubus I had is a slight fuzzy, some of the item lost over metre. But I'll never forget it. Luckily, I've slept much better. Every once in a spell a human teddy bear, named Leanna, will conjoin 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 breast and roll back on top of him, sliding his peter back inside me. We meet up occasionally for lunch or dinner - then sex. He's not my fellow, just a great friend.

The other week I met Devin. She's in the exhibitioner now. After I cum on Ulysses in a yoke minute of arc, we'll probably join her.

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

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

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

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

The end .