origination

The room is dark and misty. I'm hanging, my wrists tied to a range of mountains of some sort above me. someone is fucking me. My sight is coming into focus. I see a pitch-black man grinning at me. My peg are wrapped around his shank ; he's holding me up by my ass and is making me cum.

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

The climax washes over me and the black man leaves. Another takes his berth. He grabs my legs, pulls them around his waist and has his turn. I don't understand what's going on, but I know I don't want it to end.

It doesn't. It goes on for hours. I don't be intimate what time it is ; if it's morning or Night. Black man after Negroid man contract me as I hang here. Every one of them brings me to powerful orgasms. My body tactile property like jelly.

Then I see someone I recognize. I know his name. The memory board temporarily become clearer. I remember flashing, color lights, tacky euphony, hoi polloi, drinks and him - Fat Rob.

He stands in front of me, twist me up like the others did and slither his fat hammer in me. I cry out, moaning, looking to the ceiling. All I see is a single bright lightness above me. His peter feels so good, 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 hips upward.

"What ?"I ask. I look to my leave behind hand above me, I see my wedding ring. I could've sworn Leanna, my daughter told me to contract it off. to a greater extent retentiveness return.

She did severalise me to polish off it. She said I needed this Night, she said I deserve it.

Another orgasm courses through me. Fat Rob doesn't stop. He keeps going, keeps bouncing me. I love this opinion, feeling helpless, hanging there, my wrists tied. I can hear the mountain range 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 sleep together this would happen ? Did she know I'd be here with this man ?

More memories return. I see my daughter, tall, red hair smiling at me, leading me somewhere. To a building. I see her smiling face after she whispers in my ear to unlax and cause fun. We were at a lodge, that's what led me here - a stupid nighttime club.

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

Fat Rob slap my ass, grits his dentition, and cums inside me. It feels so honorable. His huge burden of ardent semen fill me up. He steps away grinning, laughing,"That's a good pussycat, fille Brandi. How old did you say you were ?"

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

Fat Rob nods and unchains me. My arms don't detriment, neither do my articulatio radiocarpea. My organic structure is mush in his arms. He carries me to a bed. I don't see Leanna anywhere.

Fat Rob kisses my go away mitt,"That's a prissy diamond your husband got you. How long you two been married ?"

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

"Mmmm,"he guides my manus to his weaken cock. I instinctively grab it, squeeze it, my wedding ring seems to smooth brightly against his dark dark-brown shaft.

The next thing I know, the room dims, darker and darker before going pitch black. My mingle memory return as I try to assemble this Night together.


-1-
A pair off calendar month ago, November, I was waiting for someone. I was sitting in my office waiting for him to come. I'm a pleader, some may call me a shrink, but I'm not a shrink. I can't prescribe medicinal drug ; I don't have a doctor's degree. Therapist is an acceptable term for my profession I suppose.

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

I remember fiddling with my wedding gang, thinking of Doug, cerebration of his smile. Doug, Leanna and I moved to Atlanta a twelvemonth prior to be skinny to Doug's house. Truthfully, I hated the move, but agreed to it. oeuvre is certainly more alive, compared to Charleston. I rarely have any downtime like I did there.

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

I stood, straightened out my business courtship, and looked out the window. I watched the rain fall, covering the parking lot, the railroad car in the distance were locked in their common stop-go traffic.

There was a knock at the doorway, without thinking I said"come in"still watching the rain. I remember Doug and I had sex outside last yr in the rain once. It was summertime clip though.

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

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

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

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

I watched him, Doug temporarily leaving my thoughts. Ulysses was very brawny, wearing a miserly tee shirt, and loading pants. The rainfall had an effect on his skin - his dark-chocolate skin, making it scintillation. He wiped his brow of rain.

"Oh, um, sorry, yes, experience loose to sit there or the couch. Whatever is easy,"I spoke up.

With my pen and paper, I took a buttocks 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. He was having that core on me.

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

"Well, um, not sure where to begin. I guess I'm just having issues when it comes to a certain face of my spirit,"Ulysses answered.

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

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

"You can tell me. Are you having stress or anxiety matter ? Problems coping with study, problem adjusting to changes in life ?"I asked, staring into his middle, avoiding his biceps and chests.

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

"Oh, I see,"my nous initially thought of performance number. I've counseled a few folks that had anxieties and other issues that affected their sex life negatively.

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

Thinking about by patients, I pressed him further."Sexual orientation proceeds ? Maybe another case of disfunction ?"

Ulysses shook his heading."No,"he took a deep breathing space."Sex is my life. Everything about life-time revolves around it. I can't get away from it and everything ends up in sex."

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

"I see,"I collected my thoughts, 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 matter. I'm not addicted. The thinking of going weeks or calendar month without it, yeah I guess it'd suck, but I'd be fine. I wouldn't have withdrawals."

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

"Yeah,"Ulysses glanced behind me to the rain outside."No thing 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 work, girl at the hotel front desk. I fly out of the country for study, the escape tender on the planer. I want to go enamor a motion picture alone late one night, the college pupil that works there. I even offered to avail do yard work for an aged 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 vacations alone, I'd always meet a woman."

"Have you thought about simply saying no or choosing not to allow the sex to pass off ?"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 fair sex, white cleaning woman, I just,"Ulysses sighed, shaking his head.

"tweed women ?"I asked, my sum rate increasing.

"Yes. A few Latina as well, but most all have been white-hot. I don't know if it's because I'm Shirley Temple Black 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, heart to the floor.

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


-2-

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

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

"Doug,"I whisper, ineffectual to rationalise before another orgasm comes over me.

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

He slams me down on the bed, the torrid result of the walls subsides, I black out again, thinking of the low day I met Ulysses.

*

"My don remarried when I was 12 or so. Her name is Devin. She was a vernal, Elwyn Brooks White adult female, blond,"Ulysses smiled.

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

"Yes, we're still a role of each other's life. Even since their divorce a few class ago."

I made a note and nodded for him to continue.

"She was, is, wonderful. She helped raise me. But because she's only 9 or 10 years previous 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 groovy friend. Then I got older."

"That's when things became more familiar ?"

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

Ulysses chuckled thinking of a memory.

"What ?"I asked.

"For my high school 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 lone guy from my school there. I have no estimation how she arranged it, how Devin pulled it off, but she invited every single female child in my high school school day graduating class to this political party. Cheerleaders, volleyball, basketball game histrion, even some lady friend that were considered ‘ nerd'or ‘ geeks ’."

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

Ulysses'fount went serious."About 100 girls showed up. 50 or so didn't. As I said, Devin invited all of them. Of the 1 that showed up, they were whiteness. There was a subscriber line out of our star sign, going to the sidewalk and down the street. All these girl,"Ulysses paused.

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

"They all, um, rally me until they climaxed. The inaugural girl would go, she'd get off me, then next and so on until all 100 girls orgasmed."

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

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

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

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

"Yes, very much."

"Yet you have sex with other women ?"

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

Curiosity was getting the Charles Herbert Best of me,"So you have sex with other womanhood, well-nigh are E. B. White. Is this a daily event ?"

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

view of several white adult female leaving and arriving to his home to birth sex with him daily flashed in my foreland. I looked at his implements of war, second joint - wow. I had to focalize, I needed to be professional. I glanced to my notepad and wedding ceremony ring.

"Have you considered making things exclusive with Devin ? Perhaps even marrying her ? I take it your Church 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 movement of their divorce. He was caught several times cheating, and since Devin and I were a thing, she went ahead and divorced him."

I checked the prison term, it was nearing the end of his 1st academic term. We chatted a little more about Devin, how lots she means to him, how much they care for one another.

"Ulysses, I want you to really show her how much you love her. It sounds like it's a lot. I know you have an undetermined 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, moving-picture show, 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, drop extra time with her and her only, not having sex. Try it,"I smiled at him.

He smiled back and stood. We shook hands and I told him I'd see him adjacent week.

I watched him from my windowpane, slipstream across the parking lot to his car. I couldn't help but think how well-favored and nice he was. No wonder white women like him. I felt shame for thinking that, clutching my left wing hand, running my finger over my wedding ring.

*

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

He's taking me somewhere, down a hallway. We enter a room. I see my daughter on a bed, riding a Shirley Temple Black man, her hands in her long red mane, grinding her hips against him. He has a smug feel on his boldness watching her drive him.

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

"Hey Mom,"Leanna says nonchalantly. She runs her hands through her hair."I love black cock. I'm so glad we went out tonight."

I try to respond, but can't. The massive Fat Rob is on top of me, making me cum so good once more.

After seeing and hearing Leanna cum again, the men take a break, leaving us alone. She rolls over, smiling at me. Did she get me here ? I still can't chassis this out. The elbow room goes dark again.


-3-

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

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

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

"I've done yoga instruction, personal flight simulator work, but mostly some, well, seaworthiness modelling,"he bashfully admitted.

"That's why you travel ?"

"Right. Different locations for diverse photoshoots. Been to EU, Brazil, all over."

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

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

"Has this caused issues for your workplace ?"

"Not yet. None of the woman have tried to get me fired for sleeping with another model, or tried to pull strings their way into shooting with me. It's all been dramatic play gratuitous. 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 sleep with these women though. No one is forcing you,"I smiled softly at him.

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

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

"I tried that. Didn't work. I had a exposure shoot with a mag called Elite cartridge clip. I thought it was going to be mere hooey in the gym, doing usage, lifting weight and so on. It'd be for their health and fitness section of the cartridge. 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 black men. It also turns out that,"he shrugged."All the female models are ashen. And it just so encounter lily-white female fashion model are used in pretty much every article character. Fitness, health, gondola, street bikes, amusement section all have black Male simulation and white female models."

"I see, so that's where the sex occurred,"I nodded, imagining him taking a modeling off the set after a photoshoot and pinning her against the wall, 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 kit. They posed us in all sorts of bunglesome affectation to make it look like they were coming on to me at the gym. Jenna and Alexis. They were dainty girls, but I knew sex with the two of them would happen. They purposefully made sure to rub themselves against me. It was awkward."

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

"No. The photographer was setting us up in these poses. Jenna would be in presence of me, Alexis behind me, rubbing my shoulder. One affectedness 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. Both were naked, both entered, and well, the piddle 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 drive affair away from sex, perhaps consider -"

"A career alteration ?"Ulysses joked.

"Yes !"I laughed.

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

*

The room is so brightly now. It has to be daylight. I'm naked, dry seminal fluid is all over me. I'm somewhere companion. I rise up in my bed, Doug's and my bed. I'm surrounded by sleeping bleak men.

"No,"I struggle to leave our bedchamber, using the wall to stabilize me. I don't fuss putting on clothes.

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

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

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

"Sure,"Fat Rob smiles, finishing his eggs. He whistles loudly, and slowly but surely, he and his crew make their way out.

I hear Leanna whining and complaining as the two men she's with leave. Some are clothed, some are bare, there must've been 15 men in the theater. I can't believe what I've done.

I start crying, looking at my wedding hoop. 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 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 confound now. I enter the bathroom and pull back the curtain. One of Fat Rob's protagonist is in there showering and jacking off. I stare at that massive blackened cock, shake my headland, take a thick hint and get in the rain shower with him.


-4-

I don't know his gens, 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 wrongfulness with me ?

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

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

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

I go to my knees, sucking all over this Black person cock when Doug enters the bathroom."How was your trip ?"I ask from behind the rain shower pall. I resume sucking on the black man's dick as Doug answers.

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

"You and Leanna have a skillful weekend ?"He asks me. My head is bobbing back and forth on the cock. The black 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.

"commodity,"Doug leaves the bathroom. I stand, kiss the bleak 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 grabs my brain, kissing my cervix, then twitch my pap from behind.

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

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

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

Why doesn't Doug hear us ? Why doesn't he come up in and discontinue it ? How can he not know ? Where are the black guy's clothes ? Does Doug see them ?
My eyes roll in the dorsum of my fountainhead once more as I feel my twat filling with semen. I look to the bedroom again, Doug is gone. I need this black guy gone too, before Doug sees him.

I suck his cock clean of excess semen - it tastes so just. 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 devotee adieu and watch him pass our habitation through her bedchamber. I climb in bed and hold for my husband to return.

When he does he find oneself me au naturel, wooden leg bed covering. He undresses and wax on top. As he enters me I wonder if he can sense a departure. I wonder if I'll ever be the same.

I turn my head to seem out the back porch, the double-doors are still open. Doug is still on top, kissing my neck. I see soul on the porch.

It's Fat Rob, he's smugly grinning at me. He's watching my hubby make honey 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 pitch-black prick 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 orgasms passes, I kiss Doug. His cums seconds later.

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

I write Doug a flying 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 forehead and leave.

*

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

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

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


-5-

I remember I wore something much nicer and sexier than usual garb for my future engagement with Ulysses. It was a tighter, short dress, new place. Adjusting my hymeneals ringing, I felt silly, but figured no harm would come up from dressing nicer.

"Ulysses, I want to talk about regrets. Not simply feeling bad that sex is a Brobdingnagian part of your life-time, but is there anything you really regret that you struggle to make peace with ? Perhaps to do that would facilitate you feel more fulfillment out of life."

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

"Yeah,"he eventually spoke up.

I waited for him to respond, giving him time.

"I was in Miami. I go down there often for oeuvre, shoots and so on. I met a woman at a club. A beautiful brunette named Megan. That happens every clock time I go to bludgeon, but she was different. She had long, loggerheaded John Brown hair, blue eyes and she was curtly. 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 regret ?"

"Megan took me home. We were in her kitchen, living elbow room, everywhere, having sex. We ended up in her bed. That's when I learned she was married,"Ulysses explained.

My eyes widened."Married ?"

"Yeah. I should've left field. I've been in that berth before, and always felt horrible. I'm not the kind of guy that purposelessly goes out and effort to ruin marriage ceremony, or get white fair sex to cheat on, or leave their hubby for me. The few clock time I've slept with a splice char - I hate to say this, but it was accidental. I wasn't planning on it or searching for it."

My respiration was erratic, my philia 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 wrist. I chickened out. I got too scared to say no. She was hanging there. That's when she told me to look in her closet. She told me to bring in out a whiplash she was hiding there."

"A lash ?"

"Yeah. She wanted me to slash her. I thought it was a racial thing. pitch blackness hard worker 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 changeling. I whipped that poor woman over and over just like she asked me to. She cried out from pain, then begged me to go along going. When it was done, I regretted ever meeting her. I regretted enabling her to chicane, regretted whipping her. I regretted the completely night."

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

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

I was ineffectual to focus for the eternal rest of his session. Part of me was so turned on not just from Ulysses, but sleeping with him, the estimation of an affair with him, maybe even being whipped.

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

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

I feel zip as Doug fucks me from behind. I'm looking out into the backyard, it's pouring down rainwater. 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-class honours degree sentence we had sex.

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

He showed up to his fourthly school term. I was wearing another sexy wearing apparel. I fingered myself all workweek thinking of him. I practically jumped on him.

He was startled, not expecting it. But I knew deep down he knew it would bump - with a fateful body, face, cock like his, sex with every Patrick White cleaning lady he encounters was the normal.

Ulysses tried to stand firm at first. I was straddling him, kissing him on the couch. He pointed to my wedding ring in between kisses. I shut him up with my rima oris over his. We were naked soon. He slammed me on my desk and took me there.

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

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

My kitty-cat was oozing ejaculate onto my desk. After a few minutes, I went to my knees and licked it from my desk. I put my apparel on, sat in my chair and waited for my future appointment, pushing aside what I just did.

I cried myself to sleep that Nox, my left thumb rubbing my marriage ceremony ring.

Ulysses and I met only two more Roger Huntington Sessions. Each one was cypher but sex. We did it on my desk, on the couch, I swallowed his seed each time.

On the concluding 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 work harder to be close with Devin. That was it. I watched him put his clothes 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 business organisation on her face, 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 move out my wedding band, she was taking me out. I resisted at first, but I know why she asked me to remove it.

We were at a society, I saw several 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 place. He's why retentiveness 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 surd, he calls me"misfire Brandi"again. I resume grinding into him.

I hear Doug approach. His footsteps are so loud, like skag. I can't stop riding Fat Rob though.

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

I grit my teeth and continue fucking this dark man."Yes ! Yes ! shag yes !"

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

It's raining again, I can hear it outside, over the auditory sensation of my primal grunts or orgasms.

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

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

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

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

"Mom !"Leanna says. I am paralyse, unable to look away from my crying husband. He slams his clenched fist into the storey, a strait of thunder replication in the room.

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

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 hopeful light is blinding now. I can't breathe.


-7-

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

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

"Where am I ? Where's Doug ?"

"What ?"Leanna glanced to the nurse.

She started crying and the nanny excused herself. I was gasping for air, called out Doug's 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 break. I was out of breath. I gripped Leanna's hand as knockout as I could.

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

"He's gone, Mom. Remember ? It's been over a year,"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 line before he -"Leanna wiped a tear."Before he passed away."

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

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

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

"New class'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 script, 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 somebody I thought was a admirer. That bit of shit - I mean, Fat Rob. I saw him put something in your potable. I nearly punched him out. I grabbed you and took you home."

"Leanna,"I cried.

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

"The ambulance rushed you here, they pumped your stomach. But you still didn't wake up. You've been here asleep for almost two days."

"Fat Rob. I didn't go, I mean, he and I didn't,"I was putting the pieces together.

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

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

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

I took a deep breath, brief images of the incubus I had flashed before my oculus. The flogging, the darkness, the chains, the black man in the exhibitor, Fat Rob, and finally my late-husband witnessing a frightening outcome - one that thankfully, wasn't real.

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

*

I went home the side by side day. I had trouble walking a bit, and my head distress, but I was amercement. Thankfully, whatever Fat Rob slipped into my drinkable wasn't enough to defeat me.

I considered filing a law news report. But neither Leanna nor I know his final stage gens, where he works, or anything other than his appearance. Still, it wouldn't harm to do it.

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

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

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

I stared at it for respective second 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 following workweek, Leanna and I went through Doug's wearable and other detail, boxing them up, taking them to Goodwill.

We painted the walls a different colour. There was no double-door to the back up porch in that way, unlike in my nightmare, there was a large window though. We got new tone for it. I moved all piece of furniture out and bust up the carpet.

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

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

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

Another twosome of week 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 call. It'd been respective weeks since I last saw him.

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

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

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

"Yeah, that's assuredness. We can play up,"he said.

"Great. My treat."

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

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

"I feel the mop up about not being up front with you. I have trouble saying these words, what about I'm about to assure you,"I glanced at my hand once more, then back to his eyes.

"I'm not married. I wasn't married when we had sex. My husbanded died over a year ago. I haven't been able to necessitate the gang off, until recently. I'm so regretful, I should've told you, I shouldn't have lunged at you like that during that sitting. But I couldn't say the words, I couldn't let go. I guess I never will, Doug will always be in my kernel in some way, but I want you to know I'm sorry for any ruefulness or guilt you felt by thinking you had sex with another married woman."

Ulysses was quiet, middle wide, taking my give-and-take in."Brandi, I, um, thanks. I did finger 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 partner, 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 honorable about not wearing it ?"

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

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

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

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

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

I orgasmed second later, he rolled onto his back, taking me with him. Kissing him again, I slowly twit him, savoring his long tool hitting all the mighty speckle inside me.

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

I did see him again. I'm prevarication in his sleeve right now. It's been a few month since my Night out with Leanna on New twelvemonth's, getting drugged, and waking up in the hospital a pair Day later. It was a horrible event.

The nightmare I had is a little fuzzy, some of the contingent lost over time. But I'll never forget it. Luckily, I've slept much better. Every once in a patch 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 chest and roll back on top of him, sliding his putz back inside me. We meet up occasionally for lunch or dinner party - then sex. He's not my beau, just a great friend.

The other workweek I met Devin. She's in the exhibitor now. After I cum on Ulysses in a pair minutes, we'll probably join her.

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

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

Ulysses sets me down in the cascade. Devin hugs and buss me on the impudence. I smile at her and we both go to our genu to service Ulysses'long, night rod.
I pop his cockhead out of my mouth. I look to him, seeing him grin at me. I'm gladiola I was able to help him a little during those few calendar week I was his therapist.

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

The end .