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The room is non-white 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 centering. I see a black man grinning at me. My wooden leg are wrapped around his waist ; he's holding me up by my ass and is making me cum.

I don't remember anything from the go time of day. I have no estimate how I got here. All I know is my snatch is numb, dripping with juices.

The coming washes over me and the black man leaves. Another takes his property. He grabs my wooden leg, pulls them around his waist and has his twist. 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 60 minutes. I don't know what time it is ; if it's sunrise or night. Black man after black man deal me as I hang here. Every one of them brings me to powerful orgasms. My body smell like jelly.

Then I see someone I recognize. I know his name. The memories temporarily become clearer. I remember flashing, color lights, loud music, the great unwashed, drinking and him - Fat Rob.

He stands in front of me, pulls 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 lighter above me. His cock feels so effective, so blockheaded and big.

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

"What ?"I ask. I look to my left hired hand above me, I see my hymeneals gang. I could've sworn Leanna, my girl told me to take it off. More memories return.

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

Another coming courses through me. Fat Rob doesn't block. He keeps going, keeps bouncing me. I love this belief, feeling helpless, hanging there, my wrists tied. I can learn the mountain 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 teacher. Did Leanna know this would pass off ? Did she know I'd be here with this man ?

More memory board 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 relax and experience fun. We were at a night club, that's what led me here - a unintelligent night club.

Images of her laughing, talking, dancing with men, pointing in my focal point, waving me over. My hubby, Doug, I see his facial expression next. Was Leanna trying to get me to wander on Doug tonight ?

Fat Rob smack my ass, grits his tooth, and cums inside me. It feels so beneficial. His Brobdingnagian load of warm semen fills me up. He steps away smiles, laughing,"That's a good pussy, young lady Brandi. How old did you say you were ?"

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

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

Fat Rob kisses my impart hand,"That's a prissy baseball field your husband got you. How farsighted you two been married ?"

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

"Mmmm,"he guides my hand to his cut 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 elbow room dims, darker and darker before going pitch black. My throw together storage return as I try to piece this nighttime together.


-1-
A couple calendar month ago, November, I was waiting for person. I was sitting in my office waiting for him to arrive. I'm a counselor, some may holler me a shrink, but I'm not a psychiatrist. I can't prescribe medicinal drug ; I don't have a doctorate. Therapist is an satisfactory term for my profession I suppose.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I turned around and saw him. My mouth nearly dropped opened. 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 meridian, around 5'10"or so.

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

I watched him, Doug temporarily leaving my view. Ulysses was very muscular, wearing a mingy T-shirt, and cargo trouser. The rain had an burden on his peel - his dark-chocolate skin, making it glisten. He wiped his forehead of rain.

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

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

He was nervous, most starting time timekeeper are. I was nervous too, but not about meeting a new patient role. He was having that effect 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 aspect 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 tell me. Are you having stress or anxiousness issues ? job coping with piece of work, problem adjusting to changes in life ?"I asked, staring into his oculus, avoiding his biceps and chests.

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

"Oh, I see,"my idea initially thought of performance result. I've counseled a few tribe that had anxieties and early matter that affected their sex life negatively.

"No, not performance job. I just um,"he record my mind and paused again.

Thinking about past patients, I pressed him further."Sexual orientation issues ? Maybe another type of disfunction ?"

Ulysses shook his oral sex."No,"he took a deep breath."Sex is my life. Everything about life 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 frame, then to his apprehension 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 dependence to sex ?"

"No. I don't. That's the affair. I'm not addicted. The thought of going weeks or months without it, yeah I guess it'd sucking, but I'd be fine. I wouldn't have withdrawals."

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

"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 townspeople for body of work, girl at the hotel front desk. I fly out of the country for employment, the flight accompaniment on the plane. I want to go catch a movie alone late one night, the college student that works there. I even offered to help do grand employment for an elder adult female I know, and well, like everything else, it ended up with sex."

"So they initiate ?"

"Yes, always."

"Why is this bothering you ?"

"Because, sometimes I feel like that's all I do or am. There's more to life. I tried finding it. I'd go on vacations alone, I'd always meet a woman."

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

"Yeah, I've thought of that. But these fair sex, 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, white women, I just,"Ulysses sighed, shaking his head.

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

"Yes. A few Latina as well, but most 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 centre, but there's just something so beautiful about them,"Ulysses said, optic to the floor.

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


-2-

This room is burning hot now. I'm on all quaternity, I'm being whipped by Fat Rob. The walls look like they're on fire. Am I in hell on earth ? Is this demon, Fat Rob, going to feed me what I need ?

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

"Doug,"I whisper, unable to rationalise before another sexual climax comes over me.

Fat Rob seize my dirty-blonde ringlet, pulling my straits 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 nigrify out again, thinking of the first day I met Ulysses.

*

"My father remarried when I was 12 or so. Her figure is Devin. She was a younger, white adult female, blond,"Ulysses smiled.

"You used lay out tense when you told me her name."

"Yes, we're still a part of each former's life. Even since their divorce a few geezerhood 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 sure-enough than me, we hung out a lot. We'd go to film ; she'd take me to sporting events while my dad worked. She was a not bad friend. Then I got older."

"That's when things became more knowledgeable ?"

"Yes. It was consensual. There was no violation, 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 crushed leather on her, maybe I loved her - I don't know. But it was incredible. Our clandestine affair."

Ulysses chuckled thought process of a memory.

"What ?"I asked.

"For my high-pitched school graduation present, she threw me a surprisal political 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 daughter in my mellow school day graduating form to this party. Cheerleaders, volleyball, basketball game players, even some girl that were considered ‘ nerd'or ‘ eccentric person ’."

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

Ulysses'cheek went grave."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 blank. There was a line out of our house, going to the sidewalk and down the street. All these young lady,"Ulysses paused.

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

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

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

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

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

I took notes and paused,"Do you have it away 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 mother figure. She's like the mom I never had and dearest me in every way. I guess our relationship is surface, unconditional."

wonder was getting the best of me,"So you have sex with other char, most are Caucasian. Is this a daily event ?"

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

intellection of several white woman leaving and arriving to his abode to have sex with him daily flashed in my head teacher. I looked at his weapon, thigh - wow. I had to focalise, I needed to be professional person. I glanced to my notepad and nuptials ring.

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

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

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

"Ulysses, I want you to really show her how much you love her. It sounds like it's a lot. I know you have an open family relationship with her, but maybe go somewhere or do something that's just you and her. Doesn't have to be sex, could be dinner, movies, hiking, something that isn't sexual. Maybe even suggest you and her get sole. 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 surplus time with her and her only, not having sex. Try it,"I smiled at him.

He smiled back and stood. We shook hired hand and I told him I'd see him next week.

I watched him from my window, backwash across the parking lot to his car. I couldn't assist but think how handsome and nice he was. No wonder white charwoman like him. I felt disgrace for thinking that, clutching my go forth deal, running my finger over my wedding ring.

*

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

He's taking me somewhere, down a hallway. We enter a 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 face watching her ride him.

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

"Hey Mom,"Leanna says nonchalantly. She runs her paw through her hair."I love dark pecker. I'm so gladiola we went out tonight."

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

After seeing and hearing Leanna cum again, the men take a happy chance, leaving us alone. She rolls over, smiling at me. Did she wreak me here ? I still can't figure this out. The room goes wickedness 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 localisation for various photoshoots. Been to Europe, Federative Republic of Brazil, all over."

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

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

"Has this caused issues for your piece of work ?"

"Not yet. None of the women have tried to get me fired for sleeping with another mannequin, or tried to pull strings their way into shooting with me. It's all been drama rid. 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 fair sex 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 hard-on. I scolded myself internally and focused on my job.

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

"I tried that. Didn't work. I had a photo shoot with a magazine called Elite Magazine. I thought it was going to be simpleton stuff and nonsense in the gym, doing recitation, lifting weights and so on. It'd be for their health and fittingness part of the cartridge. 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 sinister men. It also turns out that,"he shrugged."All the distaff models are white. And it just so happens T. H. White female person fashion model are used in pretty much every article type. Fitness, wellness, cars, street bikes, amusement discussion section all have black male modeling and white 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 wall, having sex.

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

"Both ?"

"There were two model. Two blond, fairly big in the rear,"Ulysses said.

"Oh. I understand."

"They had them wearing tiny example turnout. They posed us in all form of awkward airs to construct it look like they were coming on to me at the gym. Jenna and Alexis. They were gracious girlfriend, but I knew sex with the two of them would bump. They purposefully made surely to rub themselves against me. It was awkward."

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

"No. The photographer was setting us up in these affectedness. Jenna would be in front man of me, Alexis behind me, rubbing my berm. One affectedness of the both of them face me, my blazon around them resting my hired hand on their lower berth 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 ‘ natural endowment'a lot on me."

I giggled, I knew he meant their big backside."I see. Well to repulse affair away from sex, perhaps consider -"

"A career change ?"Ulysses joked.

"Yes !"I laughed.

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

*

The room is so vivid now. It has to be daylight. I'm defenseless, dry out cum is all over me. I'm somewhere intimate. 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 paries to stabilize me. I don't bother putting on clothes.

I hear groan coming from Leanna's way. I barge in and see her being two-baser 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 James Cook for himself.

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

"Sure,"Fat Rob smiles, finishing his testis. 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 of absence. Some are clothed, some are nude, 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 tending, she happily walks about, totally nude.

"What a nighttime !"she laughs."Hopefully Doug won't find out and we can do it again and again and again !"

I can't believe her. I can't believe this has happened. It feels like the walls are closing in on me. I run away, I run to my bedroom.

Strange, the exhibitor is running. Did I leave it on ? Everything seems so confusing now. I enter the john and get out back the drapery. One of Fat Rob's friend is in there showering and jacking off. I stare at that massive black cock, shake my foreland, take a deep breath and get in the shower with him.


-4-

I don't have it away his figure, or why he stayed tooshie. Why didn't he leave with Fat Rob, why couldn't he shower elsewhere ?

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

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

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

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

I go to my knees, sucking all over this fateful cock when Doug enters the bathroom."How was your trip-up ?"I ask from behind the rain shower curtain. I resume sucking on the pitch blackness man's cock as Doug answers.

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

"You and Leanna have a Nice weekend ?"He asks me. My head is bobbing back and Forth on the stopcock. 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 black guy, and change state back around in the exhibitioner. He shoves is cock back inside me and keeps going. I can't aid but moan.

"You ok ?"Doug reentered the bathroom.

"Uh huh ! abdomen ache,"I answer. The man grab my headway, kissing my cervix, then squeezes my tit from behind.

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

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

He picks me up, it's his turn to cum. I can face over the top of the shower curtain now, into the bedroom. 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 rain shower with a ignominious guy getting relentlessly fucked.

Why doesn't Doug hear us ? Why doesn't he come in in and stop it ? How can he not know ? Where are the Negroid guy's clothes ? Does Doug see them ?
My eyes roll in the back of my heading once more as I feel my pussy fill 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 overindulgence ejaculate - it tastes so salutary. I lead him back to the bedchamber, I see the double-door to our back porch is give. Did I unfold it ? Maybe Doug opened it.

I kiss my shower bath lover goodbye and watch out him exit our place through her bedroom. I climb in bed and wait for my husband to return.

When he does he incur me naked, legs scatter. 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 front out the back porch, the double-doors are still open. Doug is still on top, kissing my neck opening. I see mortal on the porch.

It's Fat Rob, he's smugly grinning at me. He's watching my husband make love to me. Fat Rob takes his stopcock out, shaking it playfully. How did he get there ? Was he picking up his protagonist ? 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 like clock time. Fat Rob nods, puts his cock back in his pants and leaves.

As the orgasms passes, I kiss Doug. His seminal fluid second base later.

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

I write Doug a nimble eminence. I tell him Leanna is having car trouble, I'm going to pick her up. I leave it next to the tabular array by his recliner. I kiss his os frontale and leave.

*

This lash hurts so bad, but tactile property so very ripe. I left Doug sleeping and went straight to Fat Rob's. I'm being whipped again. I don't remember even asking for it, but these lightlessness men are taking turns doing it and fucking me as I hang from my wrist 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 chap I think back to my 3rd session with Ulysses.


-5-

I remember I wore something much nicer and sexier than common attire for my next appointee with Ulysses. It was a tighter, shorter dress, new shoes. Adjusting my marriage ceremony ring, I felt silly, but figured no harm would fall from dressing nicer.

"Ulysses, I want to blab about rue. Not simply feeling bad that sex is a huge part of your life, but is there anything you really regret that you struggle to pass water public security with ? Perhaps to do that would help you feel more fulfillment out of life."

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

"Yeah,"he eventually spoke up.

I waited for him to answer, giving him time.

"I was in Miami. I go down there often for study, shoots and so on. I met a woman at a golf-club. A beautiful brunette named Megan. That happens every metre I go to clubs, but she was unlike. She had long, deep brown hair, blue eyes and she was short. She was so require, like she was a boss or manager, and knew what she wanted and how to get it."

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

"Yeah."

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

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

My eyes widened."Married ?"

"Yeah. I should've left field. I've been in that situation before, and always felt horrible. I'm not the sort of guy that purposelessly goes out and try to ruin marriages, or get clean women to rip off, or leave their husbands for me. The few times I've slept with a married women - I hate to say this, but it was accidental. I wasn't provision on it or searching for it."

My ventilation was wandering, 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 differentiate 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 radiocarpal joint. 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 get out a whip she was hiding there."

"A whip ?"

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

"cheating ?"

"She didn't say. But I complied, like an idiot. I whipped that inadequate char over and over just like she asked me to. She cried out from pain, then begged me to keep going. When it was done, I regretted ever meeting her. I regretted enabling her to cheat, regretted whipping her. I regretted the whole night."

I took a inscrutable breath and scribbled in my banker's bill."Ever see her again ?"

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

I was ineffective to focus for the ease of his session. office of me was so turned on not just from Ulysses, but sleeping with him, the estimation of an amour with him, maybe even being whipped.

That nighttime I took a yearn bath. I set my nuptials tintinnabulation on the side of the tub and fingered myself to climax several times - mentation of Ulysses.

*

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

Doug is behind me now ; I'm on all quaternity. I can't believe he doesn't notice the whip marks from Fat Rob. Doug has said nothing. Leanna has said naught. I don't remember what clock time I got home. No one noticed or said anything about her suppositious car trouble.

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

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


-6-

I remember now. It was raining when I first met Ulysses, it was raining during his quaternary session - the showtime meter we had sex.

affair 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 signified aren't working. But I remember Ulysses.

He showed up to his one-fourth session. I was wearing another sexy attire. I fingered myself all hebdomad thought process of him. I practically jumped on him.

He was startled, not expecting it. But I knew deep down he knew it would happen - with a black body, grimace, pecker like his, sex with every whitened woman he encounters was the normal.

Ulysses tried to resist at commencement. I was straddling him, kissing him on the couch. He pointed to my wedding ring in between kisses. 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 backbreaking, so fast, so powerfully from him pistoning in and out of me. The waterspout of rain outside hopefully muffled my moans of pleasure a bit.

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

My twat was oozing semen 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 chair and waited for my next appointment, pushing aside what I just did.

I cried myself to log Z's that night, my left pollex rubbing my hymeneals ring.

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

On the final session, Ulysses told me he was sorry, but couldn't see me anymore. He said he's accepted this is how his spirit is and will puzzle out harder to be closer with Devin. That was it. I watched him put his clothes back on and leave.

Leanna caught me crying that night at the family. She tried consoling me, but I brushed her off. I saw the look of concern on her face, but I had to plow 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 remove my wedding ring, 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 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 place. He's why memories were blurry. 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 commemorate where. I'm riding Fat Rob so hard, I feel like the bed will break.

I kiss him hard, he calls me"misfire Brandi"again. I resume grinding into him.

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

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

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

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

It's raining again, I can hear it remote, over the sound of my aboriginal grunt or orgasms.

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

Thomas More thundering pace, my name being called. Fat Rob slaps 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, bare, pushing Doug over– he can't plosive speech sound crying.

"Mom !"Leanna says. I am paralyzed, ineffective to look away from my crying husband. He slams his fist into the floor, a sound of nose drops replication in the room.

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

Doug is changing, he's turning brighter. He's a light beginning, 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 lighter 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 heart was going to bristle. I was out of breathing space. I gripped Leanna's hand as firmly as I could.

"Doug,"I whispered, hoping to cool it myself down.

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

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

"Mom, retrieve, that's why we moved here. So he could be cheeseparing to his household before he -"Leanna wiped a bust."Before he passed away."

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

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

"What happened cobbler's last Night ?"I asked, looking around the hospital way, releasing my clasp on Leanna's hand.

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

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

"It's at abode. redress 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 distressing,"Leanna's crying returned.

"For what, sweetie ?"

"I took you to that cabaret. I introduced you to someone I thought was a friend. That piece of horseshit - 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 very 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 dislocate something into your drink. If I hadn't been paying attention -"

"Oh, sweetie, make out 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 middle. The whipping, the shadow, the irons, the black man in the shower, Fat Rob, and finally my late-husband witnessing a dire event - one that thankfully, wasn't real.

I shook the range of a function from my head word and held my daughter. She was still wearing the apparel she wore on our night out.

*

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

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

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

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

I sat on the sharpness of the guest bed, running my helping hand through my pilus when something caught my eye - my wedding band on the bedside table.

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

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

We painted the walls a different color. There was no double-door to the rearward porch in that room, unlike in my nightmare, there was a boastfully windowpane though. We got new wraith for it. I moved all furniture out and tore up the carpet.

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

"Yeah, that's nerveless. We can contact up,"he said.

"Great. My treat."

We met a duo hours later at a nearby eatery. I didn't waste any fourth dimension ; immediately telling him I was sorry for my unprofessionalism. He was accepting, nodding and smiling politely.

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

"I feel the rack up about not being up front with you. I have trouble saying these words, what about I'm about to narrate you,"I glanced at my helping 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 bring the ringing off, until recently. I'm so sorry, I should've told you, I shouldn't have lunged at you like that during that school term. But I couldn't say the Holy Scripture, I couldn't let go. I guess I never will, Doug will always be in my heart in some way, but I want you to know I'm sorry for any regret or guilty conscience you felt by thinking you had sex with another married woman."

Ulysses was unruffled, eyes encompassing, 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 married person, but I imagine it's hard 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 metre. My daughter took me out on New Year's. She tried to facilitate me move on. I guess in some way it worked."

We smiled at each early once more before our meal arrived. I learned More of Ulysses that day. I learned he actually took my advice. He and his erstwhile stepmother are thinking about moving in with one another and maintaining an undefendable, but not too outdoors, relationship.

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

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

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

egg laying me gently on my dorsum, he kissed me again. Propping himself up with his hired hand, I placed my own deal on his breast, as he slowly began sliding his cock in and out of me.

I orgasmed moment later, he rolled onto his back, taking me with him. Kissing him again, I slowly razz him, savoring his yearn shaft hitting all the decent stain inside me.

We went until after midnight. I kissed him au revoir, 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 better now.

I did see him again. I'm lying in his munition right now. It's been a few months since my night out with Leanna on New yr's, getting drugged, and waking up in the hospital a span 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 teddy bear, named Leanna, will join me, snuggling up to me, watching a film in my new bed. I'm thankful I have her support.

I'm thankful for Ulysses too. I kiss his chest of drawers and pealing back on top of him, sliding his rooster back inside me. We meet up occasionally for tiffin or dinner party - then sex. He's not my swain, just a swell friend.

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

I'm mentation of moving back to Charleston. Leanna and I weren't as closelipped to Doug's family line. Since he's gone now, maybe it's time I return home.

This intense orgasm passes, Ulysses holding me. We kiss, he sits up, his cock still embedded inside me and takes me the shower to link up Devin.

Ulysses sets me down in the shower. Devin clinch and kisses me on the cheek. I smile at her and we both go to our knees to service Ulysses'long, dark-skinned rod.
I pop his cockhead out of my mouth. I look to him, seeing him smile at me. I'm gladiola I was able to help him a petty during those few weeks I was his therapist.

He and my girl don't yet agnize how a good deal they have helped me.

The end .