Introduction

The way is nighttime and hazy. I'm hanging, my wrists tied to a chain of some sort above me. Someone is fucking me. My vision is coming into stress. I see a black man grinning at me. My legs are wrapped around his waistline ; he's holding me up by my ass and is making me cum.

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

The orgasm washes over me and the total darkness man leaves. Another takes his berth. He grabs my ramification, pulls them around his waist and has his bout. 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 make love what sentence it is ; if it's morning time or night. total darkness man after Black person man take me as I hang here. Every one of them brings me to powerful sexual climax. My body feels like jelly.

Then I see somebody I recognize. I know his gens. The memory board temporarily become clearer. I remember flashing, color Christ Within, loud music, people, drunkenness and him - Fat Rob.

He stands in front of me, pulling me up like the others did and skid his fat cock in me. I cry out, moaning, looking to the ceiling. All I see is a single bright brightness above me. His peter feels so just, so wooden-headed and big.

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

"What ?"I ask. I look to my impart hand above me, I see my hymeneals halo. I could've sworn Leanna, my daughter told me to take it off. More memories return.

She did evidence me to take out 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 feeling, feeling helpless, hanging there, my wrists tied. I can find out the Sir 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 head. Did Leanna get laid this would bump ? Did she know I'd be here with this man ?

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

mental image 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 smack my ass, grits his teeth, and cums inside me. It feels so estimable. His huge load of warm up cum fills me up. He steps away grin, laughing,"That's a good pussy, Miss Brandi. How old did you say you were ?"

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

Fat Rob nods and unchains me. My weaponry 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 left field hired man,"That's a nice diamond your husband got you. How long you two been married ?"

I can't answer, I can barely let the cat out of the bag."Six years,"I'm able to get out, answering his question about my marriage to Leanna's stepfather, Doug.

"Mmmm,"he guides my manus to his weakened cock. I instinctively grab it, squeeze it, my wedding ring seems to shine brightly against his dismal Brown shaft.

The next thing I know, the way dims, darker and darker before going pitch shot black. My topsy-turvy memories return as I try to piece this night together.


-1-
A twain months ago, November, I was waiting for someone. I was sitting in my authority waiting for him to go far. I'm a counselor, some may telephone me a shrink, but I'm not a psychiatrist. I can't prescribe medication ; I don't have a doctorate. healer 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 band, thinking of Doug, thinking of his smiling. Doug, Leanna and I moved to Atlanta a twelvemonth prior to be near to Doug's family unit. Truthfully, I hated the move, but agreed to it. oeuvre is certainly more active, compared to Charleston. I rarely have any downtime like I did there.

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

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

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

"how-do-you-do ?"the vox spoke up behind me, shaking me from my trance.

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

"Um, hi, how-do-you-do, 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 high hound on, I was his height, around 5'10"or so.

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

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

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

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

He was anxious, nearly first timers are. I was aflutter too, but not about meeting a new patient role. He was having that essence on me.

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

"Well, um, not certainly where to begin. I guess I'm just having issues when it comes to a sure view of my life,"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 secernate me. Are you having strain or anxiety outlet ? job coping with work, problem adjusting to alteration in animation ?"I asked, staring into his eyes, avoiding his biceps and chests.

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

"Oh, I see,"my creative thinker initially thought of performance subject. I've counseled a few family that had anxiousness and other issues that affected their sex life negatively.

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

Thinking about by affected role, I pressed him further."Sexual orientation issues ? Maybe another type of dysfunction ?"

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

I hoped I wasn't blushing. My eyes darted quickly to his hefty bod, 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 suffer some sort of dependency to sex ?"

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

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

"Yeah,"Ulysses glanced behind me to the rain outside."No matter what I do, who I meet, where I go, sex is always involved. Sometimes it's strangers, sometimes not, but it never fails. I go out of Ithiel Town for work, lady friend at the hotel front desk. I fly out of the country for work, the flight of stairs attendant on the plane. I want to go catch a movie alone late one nighttime, the college student that works there. I even offered to help do 1000 study for an previous 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 spirit. I tried finding it. I'd go on vacations alone, I'd always meet a woman."

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

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

"All these beautiful women, T. H. White women, I just,"Ulysses sighed, shaking his head.

"White char ?"I asked, my spirit charge per unit increasing.

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

I didn't know where to go from here. I went the standard, typical path. 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 rampart look like they're on fire. Am I in nether region ? Is this ogre, Fat Rob, going to hand me what I need ?

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

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

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

He slams me down on the bed, the fiery effect of the walls subsides, I black out again, thinking of the inaugural day I met Ulysses.

*

"My founder remarried when I was 12 or so. Her name is Devin. She was a new, white woman, blond,"Ulysses smiled.

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

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

I made a line and nodded for him to continue.

"She was, is, wonderful. She helped elicit me. But because she's only 9 or 10 class old than me, we hung out a lot. We'd go to movies ; she'd take me to sporting case while my dad worked. She was a slap-up 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 Danton True Young and foolish, maybe I had a compaction on her, maybe I loved her - I don't know. But it was unbelievable. Our secret affair."

Ulysses chuckled intellection of a memory.

"What ?"I asked.

"For my high school day graduation nowadays, she threw me a surprise party. My dad wasn't around - he worked a lot anyway. At the party, I was the only guy from my school there. I have no idea how she arranged it, how Devin pulled it off, but she invited every single young woman in my high school day graduating class to this company. Cheerleaders, volleyball, basketball musician, even some miss that were considered ‘ nerds'or ‘ geeks ’."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes. Afterward, they all left, hugging me bye, saying trade good portion at college, and so on, Devin and I remained. We made love in my room. I didn't conclusion with those girl, but I did finish 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 couple. I sorta view her as a female parent figure. She's like the mom I never had and loves me in every way. I guess our relationship is open, unconditional."

Curiosity was getting the dear of me,"So you have sex with other women, most are Patrick White. Is this a casual event ?"

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

idea of several white woman leaving and arriving to his home to hold sex with him daily flashed in my head. I looked at his implements of war, second joint - wow. I had to focus, I needed to be professional. I glanced to my notepad and wedding ring.

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

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

I checked the metre, 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 often 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, picture, hiking, something that isn't sexual. Maybe even suggest you and her suit 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, spend duplicate metre 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 next week.

I watched him from my window, race across the parking lot to his car. I couldn't help but think how handsome and courteous he was. No wonder White womanhood like him. I felt shame for thinking that, clutching my leftover handwriting, running my finger over my wedding ring.

*

I hear my girl 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 turncock. I never want to go forth this place.

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

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

"Hey Mom,"Leanna says nonchalantly. She runs her hired hand through her hair."I love black pecker. I'm so gladiolus we went out tonight."

I try to react, but can't. The monumental 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 bring me here ? I still can't figure this out. The room goes dark-skinned again.


-3-

thought process back to Ulysses'endorsement appointment, I decided to ask about his work-life.

"Sex there too,"he bluntly admitted."No I'm not a male person 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 field. Different fix 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 pic shoots with me, we'll meet up for drinks and end up in my bed."

"Has this caused issues for your employment ?"

"Not yet. None of the fair sex have tried to get me fired for sleeping with another manakin, or tried to falsify their way into shooting with me. It's all been drama absolve. 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 women though. No one is forcing you,"I smiled softly at him.

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

"Perhaps you could bespeak a variety at body of work ? Maybe shooting for different type of ads - ones that don't feature female models."

"I tried that. Didn't work. I had a photograph shoot with a magazine called Elite Magazine. I thought it was going to be uncomplicated stuff in the gym, doing practice, lifting free weight and so on. It'd be for their health and physical fitness discussion section of the mag. Turns out,"Ulysses shook his head.

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

"Turns out the magazine is marketed toward black men. It also turns out that,"he shrugged."All the female person modelling are white. And it just so come about lily-white female simulation are used in pretty lots every article type. Fitness, health, cars, street bicycle, entertainment section all have bootleg male theoretical account and ovalbumin female person 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 bulwark, having sex.

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

"Both ?"

"There were two models. Two blond, fairly big in the tail,"Ulysses said.

"Oh. I understand."

"They had them wearing tiny example outfits. They posed us in all variety of awkward poses to make it look like they were coming on to me at the gym. Jenna and Alexis. They were nice fille, but I knew sex with the two of them would go on. They purposefully made sure to rub themselves against me. It was awkward."

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

"No. The photographer was setting us up in these poses. Jenna would be in front line of me, Alexis behind me, rubbing my shoulder. One pose of the both of them face me, my weapons system around them resting my workforce on their lower back. It all led up to it."

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

"Yeah. After the shoot, they found me in the shower bath. Both were naked, both entered, and well, the water ran low temperature 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 nates."I see. Well to push back matter away from sex, perhaps consider -"

"A career alteration ?"Ulysses joked.

"Yes !"I laughed.

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

*

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

"No,"I struggle to pass on our bedroom, using the wall to stabilize me. I don't bother putting on clothes.

I hear moans coming from Leanna's room. I barge in and see her being two-bagger 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 result. Now ! My husband will be home soon. Doug can't see this,"I plead.

"Sure,"Fat Rob smile, finishing his eggs. He whistles loudly, and slowly but surely, he and his work party 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 ring. 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 rampart are closing in on me. I run away, I run to my bedroom.

Strange, the shower is running. Did I leave it on ? Everything seems so confusing now. I enter the bathroom and pull back the drape. One of Fat Rob's champion is in there showering and jacking off. I stare at that massive black cock, stimulate my mind, take a oceanic abyss breathing place and get in the shower with him.


-4-

I don't know his name, or why he stayed buttocks. Why didn't he leave with Fat Rob, why couldn't he cascade 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 house, but I can't. I don't want to. I want him to keep fucking me.

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

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

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

"It was big. Productive,"I hear him say at the sink. I can't recall where he went, but I'm guesswork workplace related.

"You and Leanna have a nice weekend ?"He asks me. My head is bobbing back and forth on the pecker. The blackamoor guy has his helping hand on my question holding me in place.

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

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

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

"You ok ?"Doug reentered the bathroom.

"Uh huh ! Stomach ache,"I answer. The man grab my fountainhead, kissing my neck, then squeezes my tits from behind.

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

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

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

Why doesn't Doug hear us ? Why doesn't he hail in and stop it ? How can he not lie with ? Where are the black guy's apparel ? Does Doug see them ?
My eyes roll in the back of my head once more as I feel my kitty fill with semen. I look to the bedroom again, Doug is gone. I need this smuggled guy gone too, before Doug sees him.

I suck his rooster clean of excess seminal fluid - 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 bye-bye and observe him decease our domicile through her bedroom. I climb in bed and wait for my husband to return.

When he does he finds me naked, pegleg spreading. 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 look out the back porch, the double-doors are still subject. Doug is still on top, kissing my cervix. I see someone on the porch.

It's Fat Rob, he's smugly grinning at me. He's watching my husband make love life 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 Black cock inside me instead of my husband's. I start cumming.

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

As the sexual climax flip, I kiss Doug. His cums second gear later.

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

I write Doug a quick musical note. I tell him Leanna is having car fuss, I'm going to pick her up. I leave it next to the board by his lounger. I kiss his frontal bone and leave.

*

This whip hurts so bad, but spirit so very in effect. I left Doug dormancy and went straight to Fat Rob's. I'm being whipped again. I don't remember even asking for it, but these fatal men are taking turns doing it and fucking me as I hang from my wrists again.

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

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


-5-

I remember I wore something much nicer and sexy than usual attire for my future appointment with Ulysses. It was a tighter, curt dress, new place. Adjusting my wedding ring, I felt silly, but figured no harm would fare from dressing nicer.

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

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

"Yeah,"he eventually spoke up.

I waited for him to answer, giving him time.

"I was in Miami. I go down there often for work, shoots and so on. I met a fair sex at a club. A beautiful brunet named Megan. That happens every time I go to clubs, but she was different. She had long, thick brown hair, blue-blooded eyes and she was short. She was so commanding, like she was a genus Bos or manager, and knew what she wanted and how to get it."

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

"Yeah."

I leaned forward a bit, hoping he'd coup d'oeil at my segmentation."So what do you repent ?"

"Megan took me home. 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 middle widened."Married ?"

"Yeah. I should've left. I've been in that situation before, and always felt atrocious. I'm not the kind of guy that purposelessly goes out and tries to destroy union, or get Andrew Dickson White charwoman to cheat, or leave their husband for me. The few fourth dimension I've slept with a married adult female - I hate to say this, but it was accidental. I wasn't planning on it or searching for it."

My breathing was mercurial, 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 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 out a lash she was hiding there."

"A whip ?"

"Yeah. She wanted me to rack up her. I thought it was a racial thing. Black slaves 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 idiot. I whipped that poor char over and over just like she asked me to. She cried out from infliction, then begged me to hold back going. When it was done, I regretted ever meeting her. I regretted enabling her to cheat, regretted whipping her. I regretted the wholly night."

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

"No. We had sex one Sir Thomas More time in the shower, then I left."

I was unable to focus for the rest period of his academic session. share of me was so turned on not just from Ulysses, but sleeping with him, the theme of an affair with him, maybe even being whipped.

That night I took a farsighted bath. I set my wedding ring on the side of the tub and fingered myself to climax several 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 lash marks from Fat Rob. Doug has said nil. Leanna has said nothing. I don't call back what time I got home. No one noticed or said anything about her so-called car trouble.

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

I feel zilch as Doug shag 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 fourthly session - the for the first time time we had sex.

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

He showed up to his quarter session. 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 find - with a blackamoor consistence, face, tool like his, sex with every blanched woman he encounters was the normal.

Ulysses tried to withstand at first. I was straddling him, kissing him on the couch. He pointed to my wedding ring in between buss. 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 hard, so fast, so powerfully from him pistoning in and out of me. The downpour of rainfall outside hopefully muffled my moan of joy a bit.

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

My puss was oozing semen 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 hot seat and waited for my following assignment, pushing aside what I just did.

I cried myself to catch some Z's that night, my left thumb rubbing my wedding ceremony ring.

Ulysses and I met only two to a greater extent Roger Sessions. Each one was zero but sex. We did it on my desk, on the lounge, I swallowed his semen each time.

On the last 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 near 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 feeling of business organization on her nerve, 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 class's Eve. Leanna told me to off my wedding ring, she was taking me out. I resisted at first, but I know why she asked me to bump off it.

We were at a club, I saw respective 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 stead. He's why retentivity were misty. 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 commend where. I'm riding Fat Rob so hard, I feel like the bed will break.

I kiss him intemperate, he calls me"young woman Brandi"again. I resume grinding into him.

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

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

I grit my dentition and save fucking this black man."Yes ! Yes ! Fuck yes !"

The bed collapses and I keep going, sustain cumming. Each one of Doug's footsteps 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 slow ?

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

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

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

"Mom !"Leanna says. I am paralyzed, unable to await away from my crying married man. He slams his fist into the flooring, a strait of roar replication in the room.

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

Doug is changing, he's turning brighter. He's a lightheaded 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 epithet 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 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 epithet over and over.

"Mom,"Leanna shook her head.

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

"Mom, no, he's -"

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

"Doug,"I whispered, hoping to cool off 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 skinny to his class before he -"Leanna wiped a tear."Before he passed away."

I closed my eyes. I heard the rain outside my infirmary windowpane. A tatty pop of scag snapped my optic open.

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

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

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

"My hoop ?"I glanced to my provide handwriting, not seeing it there.

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

"Did you -"
"Yes, mom. I thought if you could get hold of 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 pitiful,"Leanna's crying returned.

"For what, sweetie ?"

"I took you to that club. I introduced you to individual I thought was a friend. That bit 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 a great deal of whatever it was. I called 911, I was freaking out. I didn't want to fall behind 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 part together.

"No. I'm so sword lily I saw him slip something into your drink. If I hadn't been paying tending -"

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

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

I took a rich breath, legal brief look-alike of the nightmare I had flashed before my middle. The whipping, the darkness, the 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 images from my forefront and held my daughter. She was still wearing the dress she wore on our night out.

*

I went home the following day. I had trouble walking a bit, and my capitulum hurt, but I was fine. Thankfully, whatever Fat Rob slipped into my swallow wasn't enough to pour down me.

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

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

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

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

I stared at it for several moment 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 calendar week, Leanna and I went through Doug's wear and other token, boxing them up, taking them to Goodwill.

We painted the bulwark a different color. There was no double-door to the back porch in that way, unlike in my nightmare, there was a large windowpane though. We got new shades for it. I moved all furniture out and tore up the carpet.

A week later, wood floor was in spot, and the way looked totally different.

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

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

Another span of workweek passed. I was at my office staff. My 10am appointment cancelled. I decided to make a sound call.


-8-
"Brandi, hey, how are you ?"Ulysses answered my telephone call. It'd been several calendar week since I last 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 plans, we could meet for lunch today. There's something I'd like to evidence you. More of an excuse, actually."

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

"Great. My treat."

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

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

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

"I'm not married. I wasn't married when we had sex. My husbanded died over a class ago. I haven't been able to take 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 sitting. But I couldn't say the discussion, 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 guilt you felt by thinking you had sex with another married woman."

Ulysses was quiet, center 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 hard to say that they're gone, that you're not married anymore and to conduct 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 prison term. My daughter took me out on New Year's. She tried to help me move on. I guess in some mode it worked."

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

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

Ulysses stood at the infantry of his bed. I was on my knee, kissing over his breadbasket, thigh and beautiful dick. 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 rooster in me. I almost climaxed when he entered me. We kissed and he moved me to the bed.

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

I orgasmed bit later, he rolled onto his back, taking me with him. Kissing him again, I slowly tantalise him, savoring his long scape hitting all the decent spots inside me.

We went until after midnight. I kissed him arrivederci, 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 upright now.

I did see him again. I'm lying in his arms right now. It's been a few months since my nighttime out with Leanna on New yr's, getting drugged, and waking up in the hospital a couple days later. It was a horrible event.

The nightmare I had is a little fuzzy, some of the details lost over prison term. But I'll never forget it. Luckily, I've slept much better. Every once in a while a human teddy bear, named Leanna, will unite me, snuggling up to me, watching a moving-picture show in my new bed. I'm thankful I have her support.

I'm thankful for Ulysses too. I kiss his dresser and roll back on top of him, sliding his cock back inside me. We meet up occasionally for lunch or dinner - then sex. He's not my boyfriend, just a nifty friend.

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

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

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

Ulysses sets me down in the shower. Devin hug and candy kiss me on the cheek. I smile at her and we both go to our articulatio genus to service Ulysses'long, morose rod.
I pop his cockhead out of my mouth. I look to him, seeing him smile at me. I'm sword lily I was able to assist him a piffling during those few weeks I was his therapist.

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

The end .