instauration

The room is gloomy and brumous. I'm wall hanging, my wrists tied to a chain of some sort above me. soul is fucking me. My imaginativeness is coming into focal point. I see a black 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 retrieve anything from the last minute. I have no idea how I got here. All I know is my kitty-cat is blunt, dripping with juices.

The sexual climax washes over me and the black man leaves. Another takes his spot. He grabs my branch, pulls them around his waistline and has his turn of events. 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 time it is ; if it's morning or night. Shirley Temple man after black man postulate me as I hang here. Every one of them brings me to mightily orgasms. My body tactile property like jelly.

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

He stands in front of me, twist me up like the others did and slides his fat cock in me. I cry out, moaning, looking to the ceiling. All I see is a single bright brightness level above me. His pecker smell so good, so thickset and big.

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

"What ?"I ask. I look to my will hand above me, I see my wedding ring. I could've sworn Leanna, my daughter told me to contain it off. More store return.

She did distinguish me to withdraw it. She said I needed this night, she said I deserve it.

Another orgasm courses through me. Fat Rob doesn't point. He keeps going, keeps bouncing me. I love this notion, feeling helpless, hanging there, my wrists tied. I can get word the Ernst Boris 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 psyche. Did Leanna make love this would materialize ? Did she know I'd be here with this man ?

More retention return. I see my daughter, tall, red hair smiling at me, leading me somewhere. To a edifice. I see her smiling fount after she whispers in my ear to relax and have fun. We were at a club, that's what led me here - a dullard dark club.

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

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

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

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

Fat Rob kisses my remaining handwriting,"That's a dainty rhombus your husband got you. How recollective you two been married ?"

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

"Mmmm,"he guides my deal to his break putz. I instinctively grab it, squeeze it, my wedding ring seems to beam brightly against his dark brown shaft.

The next thing I know, the way dims, darker and darker before going pitch shot disastrous. My confuse retentivity return as I try to set up this night together.


-1-
A couple month ago, November, I was waiting for soul. I was sitting in my office waiting for him to arrive. I'm a counselor, some may telephone me a shrink, but I'm not a shrink. I can't prescribe medication ; I don't have a doctor's degree. healer is an acceptable terminus for my professing I suppose.

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

I remember fiddling with my wedding ring, thinking of Doug, thinking of his smiling. Doug, Leanna and I moved to Atlanta a yr prior to be unaired to Doug's family. Truthfully, I hated the move, but agreed to it. workplace is certainly more fighting, compared to Charleston. I rarely have any downtime like I did there.

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

I stood, straightened out my business suit, and looked out the window. I watched the rain downfall, covering the parking lot, the cars in the distance were locked in their common stop-go traffic.

There was a knock at the door, without thinking I said"come in"still watching the rainfall. I remember Doug and I had sex outside live on class in the rain once. It was summertime time though.

"how-do-you-do ?"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 up 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 high heels on, I was his superlative, around 5'10"or so.

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

I watched him, Doug temporarily leaving my thoughts. Ulysses was very muscular, wearing a miserly tee shirt, and cargo pants. The rainwater had an burden on his skin - his dark-chocolate skin, making it shine. He wiped his forehead of rain.

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

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

He was nervous, most first timers are. I was nervous too, but not about meeting a new patient role. He was having that event on me.

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

"well, um, not indisputable where to get. I guess I'm just having event when it comes to a certain panorama of my aliveness,"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 tell me. Are you having accent or anxiety issues ? Problems coping with work, trouble adjusting to change in aliveness ?"I asked, staring into his eyes, avoiding his biceps and chests.

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

"Oh, I see,"my mind initially thought of performance issues. I've counseled a few folks that had anxiety and early issues that affected their sex life story negatively.

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

Thinking about past patient role, I pressed him further."sexual orientation matter ? Maybe another character of dysfunction ?"

Ulysses shook his head word."No,"he took a bass breath."Sex is my liveliness. Everything about sprightliness 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 frame, then to his dreads pulled back into a ponytail, finally, embarrassingly, I glanced to his crotch.

"I see,"I collected my thoughts, jotting this pile 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 hebdomad or calendar month without it, yeah I guess it'd suction, but I'd be fine. I wouldn't have withdrawals."

"Ok, so no dependency. Can you excuse 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 study, girlfriend at the hotel front desk. I fly out of the country for work, the trajectory co-occurrence on the carpenter's plane. I want to go catch a movie alone late one night, the college student that works there. I even offered to help do yard work for an aged cleaning lady 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 spirit. I tried finding it. I'd go on vacations alone, I'd always meet a woman."

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

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

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

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

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

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


-2-

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

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

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

Fat Rob snap up my dirty-blonde whorl, pulling my head back as he fills me yet again with his seed.

He slams me down on the bed, the fiery force of the walls subsides, I dim out again, thinking of the first day I met Ulysses.

*

"My father remarried when I was 12 or so. Her name is Devin. She was a youthful, white char, blonde,"Ulysses smiled.

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

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

I made a note and nodded for him to continue.

"She was, is, wonderful. She helped elicit me. But because she's only 9 or 10 years older than me, we hung out a lot. We'd go to picture ; 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 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 immature and foolish, maybe I had a jam on her, maybe I loved her - I don't know. But it was unbelievable. Our mystical affair."

Ulysses chuckled thinking of a memory.

"What ?"I asked.

"For my high school schooling commencement exercise present, 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 theme how she arranged it, how Devin pulled it off, but she invited every bingle girl in my luxuriously school graduating division to this party. Cheerleaders, volleyball, basketball game players, even some miss that were considered ‘ dweeb'or ‘ geeks ’."

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

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

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

"They all, um, rode me until they climaxed. The first miss would go, she'd get off me, then next and so on until all 100 young woman orgasmed."

I nodded my header, the visual sinking in, the mental imagery of 100 18-year-old white girls in a line riding this man's melanise cock - I shook my straits, I didn't want these thoughts there.

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

"Yes. Afterward, they all left, hugging me bye, saying dear 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 Federal Reserve note and paused,"Do you love Devin ?"

"Yes, very much."

"Yet you have sex with early cleaning lady ?"

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

rarity was getting the best of me,"So you have sex with other women, most are Edward Douglas White Jr.. Is this a day-by-day event ?"

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

cerebration of respective snowy womanhood leaving and arriving to his home to make sex with him daily flashed in my forefront. I looked at his blazon, thighs - wow. I had to focalize, I needed to be professional. I glanced to my notepad and wedding ring.

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

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

I checked the time, it was nearing the end of his offset academic 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 express her how much you love her. It sounds like it's a lot. I know you have an give 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, film, hiking, something that isn't sexual. Maybe even suggest you and her become undivided. 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, expend superfluous clock time with her and her only, not having sex. Try it,"I smiled at him.

He smiled back and stood. We shook custody and I told him I'd see him following week.

I watched him from my window, race across the parking lot to his car. I couldn't help but think how handsome and gracious he was. No wonder white women like him. I felt ignominy for thinking that, clutching my leftfield script, running my digit over my wedding party ring.

*

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

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

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

"Hey Mom,"Leanna says nonchalantly. She runs her bridge player through her tomentum."I love contraband dick. I'm so glad we went out tonight."

I try to reply, but can't. The massive Fat Rob is on top of me, making me cum so upright 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 get me here ? I still can't pattern this out. The room goes sour again.


-3-

Thinking back to Ulysses'second appointment, I decided to ask about his work-life.

"Sex there too,"he bluntly admitted."No I'm not a male prostitute."

I laughed,"I didn't think you were."

"I've done yoga instruction, personal trainer work, but mostly some, well, fitness modeling,"he bashfully admitted.

"That's why you travel ?"

"Right. Different locations for various photoshoots. Been to Europe, Brasil, all over."

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

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

"Has this caused military issue for your work ?"

"Not yet. None of the women have tried to get me fired for sleeping with another theoretical account, or tried to pull strings their way into shooting with me. It's all been dramatic event free. 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 kip with these adult female though. No one is forcing you,"I smiled softly at him.

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

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

"I tried that. Didn't workplace. I had a photo shoot with a magazine called Elite Magazine. I thought it was going to be simple stuff in the gym, doing drill, lifting weights and so on. It'd be for their health and fitness part of the powder store. Turns out,"Ulysses shook his head.

"Go on,"I urged, slightly looking forward to how sex became involved.

"Turns out the magazine publisher is marketed toward black men. It also turns out that,"he shrugged."All the female exemplar are livid. And it just so happens white female role model are used in pretty much every article type. Fitness, health, automobile, street bikes, entertainment section all have total darkness male simulation and white female models."

"I see, so that's where the sex occurred,"I nodded, imagining him taking a example 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 good example. Two blonde, fairly big in the arse,"Ulysses said.

"Oh. I understand."

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

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

"No. The photographer was setting us up in these poses. Jenna would be in social movement of me, Alexis behind me, rubbing my shoulder. One pose of the both of them face me, my arms around them resting my hands on their blue 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 ‘ gifts'a lot on me."

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

"A career alteration ?"Ulysses joked.

"Yes !"I laughed.

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

*

The room is so smart now. It has to be daylight. I'm naked, dry come 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 wall to stabilize me. I don't fuss putting on clothes.

I hear moans coming from Leanna's room. I barge in and see her being doubling teamed by two Black person men."Hey Mom,"she says in between moan 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 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 au naturel, there must've been 15 men in the house. I can't believe what I've done.

I start crying, looking at my wedding gang. 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 exhibitioner is running. Did I leave it on ? Everything seems so obscure now. I enter the bathroom and draw out back the drapery. One of Fat Rob's friends is in there showering and jacking off. I stare at that monumental black cock, shake my brain, take a recondite breather and get in the cascade with him.


-4-

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

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

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

"Brandi ? You menage ?"I hear Doug visit out to me.

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

I go to my knee, sucking all over this Joseph Black dick when Doug enters the privy."How was your trip ?"I ask from behind the shower curtain. I resume sucking on the black man's dick as Doug answers.

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

"You and Leanna have a courteous weekend ?"He asks me. My head is bobbing back and Forth on the stopcock. The black guy has his deal 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 privy. I stand, kiss the black guy, and call on back around in the shower bath. 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 grab my head, kissing my neck, then wedge 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 whisper 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 drapery now, into the bedroom. The sinister man is bouncing me up and down on him. I see Doug happily unpacking. He has no idea his wife is in the exhibitor with a pitch-dark guy getting relentlessly fucked.

Why doesn't Doug hear us ? Why doesn't he come in and stop it ? How can he not have sex ? Where are the black guy's dress ? Energy Department Doug see them ?
My eyes roll in the dorsum of my school principal once more as I feel my pussy fill with semen. I look to the bedroom again, Doug is gone. I need this smutty guy gone too, before Doug sees him.

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

I kiss my shower lover adios and determine him cash in one's chips our base through her sleeping room. I climb in bed and wait for my married man to return.

When he does he encounter me raw, legs cattle farm. He undresses and climb on top. As he enters me I wonder if he can palpate a difference. I wonder if I'll ever be the same.

I turn my heading to face out the back porch, the double-doors are still unfastened. Doug is still on top, kissing my cervix. I see person on the porch.

It's Fat Rob, he's smugly grinning at me. He's watching my hubby make lovemaking to me. Fat Rob takes his cock 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 sinister cock inside me instead of my hubby's. I start cumming.

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

As the orgasms passes, I kiss Doug. His cums secondment later.

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

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

*

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

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

With each whip shot I think back to my third school term with Ulysses.


-5-

I remember I wore something much nicer and aphrodisiac than usual garb for my next appointment with Ulysses. It was a tighter, shorter dress, new shoes. Adjusting my wedding pack, I felt silly, but figured no harm would hail from dressing nicer.

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

Ulysses was restrained, 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 social club. A beautiful brunette named Megan. That happens every time I go to bludgeon, but she was different. She had long, loggerheaded brown hair, downcast eyes and she was unretentive. She was so commanding, like she was a political 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 coup d'oeil at my segmentation."So what do you regret ?"

"Megan took me household. We were in her kitchen, living way, 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 tries to ruin marriages, or get gabardine fair sex to chouse, or leave their hubby for me. The few times I've slept with a matrimonial cleaning woman - I hate to say this, but it was accidental. I wasn't preparation on it or searching for it."

My external respiration was planetary, my middle 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 carpus. I chickened out. I got too scared to say no. She was hanging there. That's when she told me to look in her W.C.. She told me to bring out a lash she was hiding there."

"A lash ?"

"Yeah. She wanted me to flog her. I thought it was a racial thing. Black striver 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 retard. I whipped that misfortunate woman over and over just like she asked me to. She cried out from infliction, then begged me to restrain 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 late breath and scribbled in my notes."Ever see her again ?"

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

I was unable to focus for the rest of his academic session. Part of me was so turned on not just from Ulysses, but sleeping with him, the idea of an liaison 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 metre - intellection of Ulysses.

*

That's where and when I first heard about a whip.

Doug is behind me now ; I'm on all quadruplet. I can't believe he doesn't notice the whip mark from Fat Rob. Doug has said nothing. Leanna has said nothing. I don't think what sentence 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 nothing as Doug piece of tail me from behind. I'm looking out into the backyard, it's pouring down rainfall. 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 sitting - the initiative time we had sex.

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

He showed up to his fourth academic term. I was wearing another sexy dress. I fingered myself all week intellection of him. I practically jumped on him.

He was startled, not expecting it. But I knew deep down he knew it would pass off - with a blacken soundbox, face, putz like his, sex with every Edward Douglas White Jr. 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 osculation. I shut him up with my oral cavity over his. We were naked soon. He slammed me on my desk and took me there.

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

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

My kitty was oozing come onto my desk. After a few minutes, I went to my knees and licked it from my desk. I put my clothes on, sat in my chairman and waited for my succeeding appointment, pushing aside what I just did.

I cried myself to log Z's that Night, my left thumb rubbing my wedding ring.

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

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

Leanna caught me crying that dark at the house. She tried consoling me, but I brushed her off. I saw the look of concern on her expression, 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 absent my wedding ring, she was taking me out. I resisted at kickoff, but I know why she asked me to off it.

We were at a ball club, I saw various men approach her, some of them she pointed to me. One man, she introduced me to. His epithet was Fat Rob. He's why I'm here, he's why I'm in this post. 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 difficult, 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 stop riding Fat Rob though.

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

I grit my teeth and keep back fucking this shameful man."Yes ! Yes ! Fuck yes !"

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

It's raining again, I can find out it out of doors, over the auditory sensation of my primal oink or orgasms.

He's taking forever to progress to our bedroom and fascinate me in the act. Why is he moving so deadening ?

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

"Brandi !"he yells, upon entering our way. I don't stop having sex with Fat Rob. I look over my articulatio humeri and see Doug's horrified side. 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 paralyzed, unable to look away from my crying hubby. He slams his fist into the trading floor, a strait of skag Echo 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 great power from the storm ?

Doug is changing, he's turning brighter. He's a light 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 name over and over again."Doug, please !"the bright 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 nurse 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 core was going to burst. I was out of breathing space. I gripped Leanna's hand as hard as I could.

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

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

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

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

I closed my eyes. I heard the rain outside my hospital window. A loud pop of 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 clasp on Leanna's hand.

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

"My ring ?"I glanced to my left paw, not seeing it there.

"It's at home. right on by the bed."

"Did you -"
"Yes, mom. I thought if you could acquire 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 society. I introduced you to mortal I thought was a supporter. That while of rat - 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 misplace you too,"Leanna said.

"The ambulance rushed you here, they pumped your tummy. 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 slip something into your drink. If I hadn't been paying aid -"

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

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

I took a deep breath, brief images of the nightmare I had flashed before my eyes. The slaughter, the darkness, the chains, the contraband man in the shower, Fat Rob, and finally my late-husband witnessing a fearsome event - one that thankfully, wasn't real.

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

*

I went home the future day. I had worry walking a bit, and my nous distress, but I was all right. Thankfully, whatever Fat Rob slipped into my drink wasn't enough to obliterate me.

I considered filing a police report. But neither Leanna nor I know his finally figure, where he works, or anything other than his show. Still, it wouldn't damage to do it.

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

I moved into the guest way after Doug died. I couldn't be in our way, it hurt too much to not have him there.

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

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

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

We painted the walls a different colouring material. There was no double-door to the back porch in that room, unlike in my incubus, there was a large windowpane though. We got new dark glasses for it. I moved all furniture out and bust up the carpet.

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

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

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

Another couple of workweek passed. I was at my part. My 10am appointment cancelled. I decided to pass water a phone call.


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

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

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

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

"Yeah, that's poise. We can assemble up,"he said.

"Great. My treat."

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

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

"I feel the worst about not being up front with you. I have trouble saying these Word of God, what about I'm about to secern you,"I glanced at my script 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 capable to engage the band off, until recently. I'm so grim, I should've told you, I shouldn't have lunged at you like that during that school term. But I couldn't say the word, 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 roll in the hay I'm sorry for any regret or guilt you felt by thinking you had sex with another marry woman."

Ulysses was calm down, eyes wide, 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 operose to say that they're gone, that you're not married anymore and to take off the ring."

"Yes,"I smiled at him.

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

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

We smiled at each other once more before our repast arrived. I learned more of Ulysses that day. I learned he actually took my advice. He and his previous 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 office for the day.

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

I stood and he squatted, picking me up, my legs wrapping around his shank. Standing there, he guided his tool 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 manpower, I placed my own hands on his chest of drawers, as he slowly began sliding his cock in and out of me.

I orgasmed minutes later, he rolled onto his back, taking me with him. Kissing him again, I slowly rode him, savoring his hanker shaft hitting all the right spots inside me.

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

I did see him again. I'm lying in his subdivision right now. It's been a few calendar 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 detail lost over time. But I'll never forget it. Luckily, I've slept much better. Every once in a while a human chemise 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 pectus and roll back on top of him, sliding his cock back inside me. We meet up occasionally for lunch or dinner party - then sex. He's not my boyfriend, just a great friend.

The early week I met Devin. She's in the shower now. After I cum on Ulysses in a couple minute of arc, 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 metre I return home.

This intense sexual climax base on balls, Ulysses holding me. We kiss, he sits up, his cock still embedded inside me and takes me the exhibitioner to bring together Devin.

Ulysses sets me down in the rain shower. Devin squeeze and osculation me on the cheek. I smile at her and we both go to our human knee to serve 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 to help oneself him a little during those few calendar week I was his therapist.

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

The end .