founding

The room is dark and hazy. I'm hanging, my wrists tied to a chain of some variety above me. soul is fucking me. My visual sense is coming into focus. I see a dim 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 end hr. I have no idea how I got here. All I know is my slit is numb, dripping with juices.

The coming washes over me and the inkiness man leaves. Another takes his berth. He grabs my stage, 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 know what metre it is ; if it's forenoon or night. Black man after black man take me as I hang here. Every one of them brings me to mighty orgasms. My organic structure feels like jelly.

Then I see someone I recognize. I know his epithet. The memories temporarily become clearer. I remember flashing, people of color brightness level, loud medicine, people, drinking and him - Fat Rob.

He stands in presence of me, clout me up like the others did and slue his fat cock in me. I cry out, moaning, looking to the cap. All I see is a single bright light above me. His cock tone so good, so duncical and big.

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

"What ?"I ask. I look to my left hand deal above me, I see my wedding ring. I could've sworn Leanna, my girl told me to take it off. More memory return.

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

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

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

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

More memories return. I see my girl, tall, red haircloth smiling at me, leading me somewhere. To a building. I see her smiling face after she whispers in my ear to slack and consume fun. We were at a cabaret, that's what led me here - a stupid dark club.

figure of speech of her laughing, talking, dancing with men, pointing in my direction, waving me over. My married man, Doug, I see his face next. Was Leanna trying to get me to betray on Doug tonight ?

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

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

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

Fat Rob kisses my left handwriting,"That's a Nice rhomb your hubby got you. How recollective you two been married ?"

I can't answer, I can barely lecture."Six long time,"I'm able to get out, answering his query about my marriage to Leanna's stepfather, Doug.

"Mmmm,"he guides my hand to his diminished dick. I instinctively grab it, squeeze it, my wedding ring seems to shine brightly against his dark Brown shaft.

The succeeding thing I know, the room dims, darker and darker before going slant black. My jumbled storage return as I try to piece this dark together.


-1-
A couple months ago, Nov, I was waiting for someone. I was sitting in my office waiting for him to arrive. I'm a counselor, some may call me a psychiatrist, but I'm not a psychiatrist. I can't prescribe medicinal drug ; I don't have a doctorate. therapist is an acceptable terminal figure for my profession I suppose.

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

I remember fiddling with my wedding ring, mentation of Doug, thought of his smile. Doug, Leanna and I moved to Atlanta a class prior to be closer to Doug's mob. Truthfully, I hated the movement, but agreed to it. body of work is certainly more active voice, compared to capital of West Virginia. 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 Thomas More minutes to arrive.

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

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

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

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

"Um, hi, hullo, issue forth in,"I stammered. I cleared my throat, approached him, extending my mitt. I introduced myself as Brandi.
He shook it softly, smiling back at me. With my high bounder on, I was his height, around 5'10"or so.

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

I watched him, Doug temporarily leaving my mentation. Ulysses was very brawny, wearing a mean t-shirt, and cargo drawers. The rainfall had an effect on his hide - his dark-chocolate tegument, making it glisten. He wiped his forehead of rain.

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

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

He was nervous, almost first timekeeper are. I was aflutter too, but not about meeting a new affected role. He was having that consequence on me.

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

"Well, um, not sure as shooting where to begin. I guess I'm just having emergence when it comes to a sealed prospect 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 distinguish me. Are you having stress or anxiety issues ? job coping with workplace, problems adjusting to modification in life ?"I asked, staring into his eyes, avoiding his biceps and chests.

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

"Oh, I see,"my mind initially thought of performance military issue. I've counseled a few family that had anxieties and former issues that affected their sex life negatively.

"No, not performance trouble. I just um,"he read my head and paused again.

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

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

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

"I see,"I collected my thoughts, jotting this pile on my notepad."So you feel you may have some kind of addiction to sex ?"

"No. I don't. That's the matter. I'm not addicted. The thought of going workweek 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 explicate what you mean by sex being your life ?"

"Yeah,"Ulysses glanced behind me to the rain outside."No matter what I do, who I meet, where I go, sex is always involved. Sometimes it's strangers, sometimes not, but it never fails. I go out of Ithiel Town for work, missy at the hotel presence desk. I fly out of the state for body of work, the flight of steps attendant on the plane. I want to go bewitch a movie alone late one night, the college student that works there. I even offered to help do yard body of work for an sr. cleaning lady I know, and well, like everything else, it ended up with sex."

"So they initiate ?"

"Yes, always."

"Why is this bothering you ?"

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

"have you thought about simply saying no or choosing not to give up 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 inhale sharply, hoping he didn't hear me.

"All these beautiful women, tweed cleaning lady, I just,"Ulysses sighed, shaking his head.

"white cleaning woman ?"I asked, my heart rate increasing.

"Yes. A few Latina as well, but nigh all have been tweed. I don't know if it's because I'm Shirley Temple 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, center to the floor.

I didn't know where to go from here. I went the monetary standard, distinctive itinerary. I started with his childhood.


-2-

This room is burning hot now. I'm on all foursome, I'm being whipped by Fat Rob. The rampart look like they're on fire. Am I in Hell ? Is this monster, Fat Rob, going to reach me what I need ?

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

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

Fat Rob seize 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 fiery effect of the rampart subsides, I black out again, thinking of the initiative day I met Ulysses.

*

"My sire remarried when I was 12 or so. Her figure is Devin. She was a younger, white cleaning woman, blonde,"Ulysses smiled.

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

"Yes, we're still a function of each early's sprightliness. Even since their divorce a few old age ago."

I made a greenback and nodded for him to continue.

"She was, is, wonderful. She helped provoke me. But because she's only 9 or 10 twelvemonth onetime than me, we hung out a lot. We'd go to movies ; she'd deal me to sporting events while my dad worked. She was a with child friend. Then I got older."

"That's when affair became more intimate ?"

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

Ulysses chuckled thinking of a memory.

"What ?"I asked.

"For my high school graduation present, she threw me a surprisal party. My dad wasn't around - he worked a lot anyway. At the company, I was the but guy from my school there. I have no approximation how she arranged it, how Devin pulled it off, but she invited every 1 fille in my high school graduating class to this party. Cheerleaders, volleyball, basketball players, even some girls that were considered ‘ swot'or ‘ eccentric ’."

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

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

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

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

I nodded my head, the visual sinking in, the imagery of 100 18-year-old flannel girls in a argument riding this man's black hammer - I shook my headway, 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 practiced fate at college, and so on, Devin and I remained. We made love in my elbow room. I didn't ending with those missy, but I did terminate in her."

I took note of hand and paused,"Do you have sex Devin ?"

"Yes, very much."

"Yet you have sex with early cleaning lady ?"

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

Curiosity was getting the dear of me,"So you have sex with former womanhood, most are white. Is this a everyday outcome ?"

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

Thoughts of several whitened woman leaving and arriving to his home to experience sex with him daily flashed in my straits. I looked at his weapons system, thighs - wow. I had to center, I needed to be master. I glanced to my notepad and wedding 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 movement of their divorcement. He was caught several times cheating, and since Devin and I were a thing, she went ahead and divorced him."

I checked the time, 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 exposed 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, picture show, hiking, something that isn't sexual. Maybe even suggest you and her suit single. 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 supernumerary 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 following week.

I watched him from my window, backwash across the parking lot to his car. I couldn't help but believe how handsome and nice he was. No wonder gabardine women like him. I felt shame for thinking that, clutching my pull up stakes deal, running my finger over my wedding ring.

*

I hear my daughter somewhere. She's crying out in pleasure. One of Fat Rob's friends must be fucking her. I'm in Fat Rob's arms, kissing him as he bounces me on his peter. 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 men in her long red mane, grinding her coxa against him. He has a smug flavor on his boldness watching her drive 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 hawkshaw. I'm so glad we went out tonight."

I try to answer, 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 bring me here ? I still can't human body this out. The way goes sour again.


-3-

cerebration back to Ulysses'second naming, 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 employment, but mostly some, well, fittingness mould,"he bashfully admitted.

"That's why you travel ?"

"Right. Different position for various photoshoots. Been to Europe, brazil nut, all over."

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

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

"Has this caused issuance for your work ?"

"Not yet. None of the char have tried to get me fired for sleeping with another model, or tried to manipulate their way into shooting with me. It's all been drama free. But still,"Ulysses shook his head.

"What ?"

"It's piece of work, it's a job. Sex shouldn't be involved. I mean, I feel unprofessional."

"You don't have to catch some Z's with these charwoman though. No one is forcing you,"I smiled softly at him.

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

"Perhaps you could quest a variety at workplace ? Maybe shooting for different type of ads - ace that don't feature film female models."

"I tried that. Didn't work. I had a photo shoot with a magazine publisher called Elite Magazine. I thought it was going to be simple-minded poppycock in the gym, doing exercises, lifting weight unit and so on. It'd be for their health and fitness division of the mag. Turns out,"Ulysses shook his head.

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

"Turns out the powder store is marketed toward black men. It also turns out that,"he shrugged."All the female models are Edward Douglas White Jr.. And it just so find white female models are used in pretty often every article type. physical fitness, wellness, cars, street bike, entertainment section all have black male model 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 bulwark, having sex.

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

"Both ?"

"There were two manakin. Two blonde, fairly big in the rear,"Ulysses said.

"Oh. I understand."

"They had them wearing tiny practice outfits. They posed us in all variety of embarrassing poses to make it take care like they were coming on to me at the gym. Jenna and Alexis. They were nice missy, but I knew sex with the two of them would happen. They purposefully made trusted to rub themselves against me. It was awkward."

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

"No. The photographer was setting us up in these poses. Jenna would be in front of me, Alexis behind me, rubbing my shoulders. One affectation of the both of them face me, my arms around them resting my hands on their grim 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 cascade. 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 ‘ gift'a lot on me."

I giggled, I knew he meant their big backside."I see. Well to repel things away from sex, perhaps take -"

"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 promising now. It has to be daylight. I'm naked, dried semen is all over me. I'm somewhere companion. I rise up in my bed, Doug's and my bed. I'm surrounded by sleeping black men.

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

I hear groan coming from Leanna's way. I barge in and see her being double teamed by two blackamoor 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 lead. Now ! My husband will be home soon. Doug can't see this,"I plead.

"Sure,"Fat Rob smiles, finishing his egg. 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 naked, there must've been 15 men in the business firm. 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 paries are closing in on me. I run away, I run to my bedroom.

Strange, the shower bath is running. Did I leave it on ? Everything seems so confusing now. I enter the bathroom and draw back the curtain. One of Fat Rob's friends is in there showering and jacking off. I stare at that massive bleak dick, shake my pass, take a inscrutable breathing time and get in the exhibitor with him.


-4-

I don't know his name, or why he stayed prat. Why didn't he leave with Fat Rob, why couldn't he lavish elsewhere ?

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

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

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

I go to my knees, sucking all over this black cock when Doug enters the can."How was your trip ?"I ask from behind the exhibitor curtain. I resume sucking on the Shirley Temple man's dick as Doug answers.

"It was great. Productive,"I hear him say at the sump. I can't commemorate where he went, but I'm guessing body of work related.

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

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

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

"Good,"Doug leaves the 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 help but moan.

"You ok ?"Doug reentered the bathroom.

"Uh huh ! abdomen ache,"I answer. The man grabs my head, kissing my neck, then squeezes my tits from behind.

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

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

He picks me up, it's his number to cum. I can look over the top of the shower drape 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 come in and stop it ? How can he not lie with ? Where are the smutty guy's clothes ? Does Doug see them ?
My center roll in the back of my caput once more as I feel my pussy fill with semen. I look to the bedroom again, Doug is gone. I need this Negroid guy gone too, before Doug sees him.

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

I kiss my rain shower lover goodbye and see him exit our home through her bedroom. I climb in bed and postponement for my husband to return.

When he does he finds me naked, peg counterpane. He undresses and climb 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 point to look out the back porch, the double-doors are still open. Doug is still on top, kissing my neck opening. I see someone on the porch.

It's Fat Rob, he's smugly grinning at me. He's watching my married man make lovemaking to me. Fat Rob takes his peter out, shaking it playfully. How did he get there ? Was he picking up his champion ? I don't know, I watch him, I picture that big pitch-black cock inside me instead of my hubby's. I start cumming.

"Yes ! Yes !"I cry out to Fat Rob, climaxing at the Same time. Fat Rob nods, puts his prick back in his gasp and leaves.

As the coming laissez passer, I kiss Doug. His cum minute later.

fourth dimension speeds 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 think back talking to her.

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

*

This whiplash hurts so bad, but look so very effective. I left Doug sleeping and went straight to Fat Rob's. I'm being whipped again. I don't commend even asking for it, but these black men are taking turns doing it and fucking me as I hang from my carpus 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 whiplash crack I think back to my tertiary session with Ulysses.


-5-

I remember I wore something much nicer and sexier than usual attire for my side by side appointment with Ulysses. It was a tighter, myopic apparel, new horseshoe. Adjusting my wedding ring, I felt silly, but figured no harm would fall from dressing nicer.

"Ulysses, I want to spill about regrets. Not simply feeling bad that sex is a huge contribution of your life, but is there anything you really regret that you struggle to make up peace treaty with ? Perhaps to do that would help you find 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 body of work, shoots and so on. I met a cleaning lady at a gild. A beautiful brunet named Megan. That happens every time I go to club, but she was different. She had long, thickheaded Brown hair's-breadth, blueness eyes and she was short. She was so overtop, 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 answer, not blaming the woman.

"Yeah."

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

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

My centre widened."Married ?"

"Yeah. I should've left. I've been in that situation before, and always felt horrifying. I'm not the sort of guy that purposelessly goes out and effort to break marriage, or get tweed charwoman to rip off, or leave their husband for me. The few times I've slept with a marital women - I hate to say this, but it was accidental. I wasn't planning on it or searching for it."

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

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

"You were enjoying it."

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

"A whiplash ?"

"Yeah. She wanted me to whip her. I thought it was a racial thing. Negro striver were whipped. I asked her and she told me it was only for her. She felt guilty conscience about something and wanted it whipped out of her."

"cheat ?"

"She didn't say. But I complied, like an idiot. I whipped that poor charwoman 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 unit night."

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

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

I was unable to focus for the rest of his school term. Part of me was so turned on not just from Ulysses, but sleeping with him, the idea of an affair with him, maybe even being whipped.

That nighttime I took a long bathtub. I set my wedding ring on the side of the tub and fingered myself to culminate 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 consider he doesn't notice the lash scar from Fat Rob. Doug has said nothing. Leanna has said nothing. I don't commend what prison term I got home. No one noticed or said anything about her hypothetic 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 fucks me from behind. I'm looking out into the backyard, it's pouring down pelting. 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 one-quarter school term - the initiatory time we had sex.

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

He showed up to his fourth session. I was wearing another sexy dress. I fingered myself all week cerebration 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 trunk, face, turncock like his, sex with every lily-white woman he encounters was the normal.

Ulysses tried to balk 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 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 rainwater 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 apparel and left.

My slit was oozing cum onto my desk. After a few minute of arc, I went to my stifle and licked it from my desk. I put my apparel on, sat in my president and waited for my next appointment, pushing aside what I just did.

I cried myself to sleep that Night, my left thumb rubbing my wedding ring.

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

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

Leanna caught me crying that night at the house. She tried consoling me, but I brushed her off. I saw the look of concern on her font, but I had to carry on 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 remove my wedding doughnut, she was taking me out. I resisted at number 1, but I know why she asked me to remove it.

We were at a club, I saw several 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 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 remember where. I'm riding Fat Rob so hard, I feel like the bed will break.

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

I hear Doug approaching. His footstep are so tatty, like thunder. I can't stop riding Fat Rob though.

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

I grit my teeth and keep screwing this nigrify man."Yes ! Yes ! Fuck yes !"

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

It's raining again, I can hear it alfresco, over the sound of my primal oink or orgasms.

He's taking forever to reach our sleeping accommodation and enamor me in the act. Why is he moving so deadening ?

More thunder stride, my gens 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 berm and see Doug's horrified nerve. He falls to his knee's crying.

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

"Mom !"Leanna says. I am paralyze, unable to take care away from my crying husband. He slams his fist into the level, a sound of thunder reverberation in the room.

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

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

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


-7-

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

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

"Where am I ? Where's Doug ?"

"What ?"Leanna glanced to the nurse.

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

"Mom,"Leanna shook her head.

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

"Mom, no, he's -"

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

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

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

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

"Mom, remember, that's why we moved here. So he could be closer to his sept before he -"Leanna wiped a tear."Before he passed away."

I closed my eyes. I heard the rainfall outside my hospital window. A loud pop of thunder snapped my middle open.

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

"What happened hold out night ?"I asked, looking around the hospital way, releasing my grip on Leanna's hand.

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

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

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

"Did you -"
"Yes, mom. I thought if you could take it off maybe you'd meet mortal 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 meritless,"Leanna's crying returned.

"For what, sweetie ?"

"I took you to that cabaret. I introduced you to someone I thought was a friend. That firearm of shit - I mean, Fat Rob. I saw him put something in your drink. I nearly punched him out. I grabbed you and took you home."

"Leanna,"I cried.

"Mom, you wouldn't wake up. He must've put too practically 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 slue something into your potable. If I hadn't been paying attention -"

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

I held her for respective moment as she cried."I'm alert, I'm awake, I'm fine."

I took a oceanic abyss breath, brief images of the nightmare I had flashed before my eyes. The drubbing, the darkness, the concatenation, the inkiness man in the shower, Fat Rob, and finally my late-husband witnessing a dreadful outcome - one that thankfully, wasn't real.

I shook the images from my drumhead and held my girl. She was still wearing the dress she wore on our Night out.

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We painted the wall a unlike color. There was no double-door to the back porch in that room, unlike in my incubus, there was a declamatory window though. We got new shades for it. I moved all piece of furniture out and tore up the carpet.

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

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

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

Another dyad of week passed. I was at my office staff. My 10am appointment cancelled. I decided to urinate a speech sound call.


-8-
"Brandi, hey, how are you ?"Ulysses answered my outcry. It'd been various calendar week since I terminal saw him.

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

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

"Listen, I was thinking if you don't have programme, we could fulfil for luncheon today. There's something I'd like to tell you. to a greater extent of an apology, actually."

"Yeah, that's coolheaded. We can meet up,"he said.

"Great. My treat."

We met a couple hours later at a nearby eating house. I didn't waste 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 hand, my wedding ring no longer there.

"I feel the worst about not being up front with you. I have trouble saying these language, what about I'm about to tell apart you,"I glanced at my handwriting once more, then back to his eyes.

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

Ulysses was quiet, eyes spacious, 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 better half, 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 in effect about not wearing it ?"

"Yes, it was time. My daughter took me out on New year's. She tried to serve me actuate 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 previous stepmother are thinking about moving in with one another and maintaining an clear, but not too undecided, 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 genu, kissing over his venter, thigh and beautiful cock. I sucked it lovingly, slowly, smiling at up at him.

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

laying me gently on my rear, he kissed me again. Propping himself up with his hands, I placed my own helping hand on his thorax, as he slowly began sliding his putz in and out of me.

I orgasmed hour later, he rolled onto his cover, taking me with him. Kissing him again, I slowly tease him, savoring his longsighted shaft hitting all the flop speckle inside me.

We went until after midnight. I kissed him adieu, told him I'd see him again sometime. He said that'd be great, he suggested I meet Devin. At the meter 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 arms 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 couple daytime later. It was a horrible event.

The nightmare I had is a niggling fuzzy, some of the detail lost over fourth dimension. But I'll never forget it. Luckily, I've slept much better. Every once in a while a human shift 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 bureau and roll back on top of him, sliding his turncock back inside me. We meet up occasionally for lunch or dinner party - then sex. He's not my boyfriend, just a great friend.

The other calendar week I met Devin. She's in the shower bath now. After I cum on Ulysses in a couple min, we'll probably join her.

I'm thinking of moving back to Charleston. Leanna and I weren't as finale to Doug's menage. Since he's gone now, maybe it's clip I return home.

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

Ulysses sets me down in the rain shower. Devin hugs and kisses me on the brass. I smile at her and we both go to our knees to service Ulysses'long, dour rod.
I pop his cockhead out of my mouth. I look to him, seeing him smile at me. I'm glad I was able to help him a trivial during those few workweek I was his therapist.

He and my girl don't yet see how lots they have helped me.

The end .