Introduction

The way is dark and muzzy. I'm dangling, my wrists tied to a Ernst Boris Chain of some variety above me. Someone is fucking me. My vision is coming into focussing. I see a black man grinning at me. My legs are wrapped around his waist ; he's holding me up by my ass and is making me cum.

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

The orgasm washes over me and the black man leaves. Another takes his place. He grabs my wooden leg, 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 minute. I don't know what metre it is ; if it's morning or Night. Black man after black man train me as I hang here. Every one of them brings me to potent orgasms. My dead body feels like jelly.

Then I see mortal I recognize. I know his name. The memories temporarily become clearer. I remember flashing, people of colour Light, meretricious music, the great unwashed, swallow and him - Fat Rob.

He stands in front of me, twist me up like the others did and slides his fat shaft in me. I cry out, moaning, looking to the roof. All I see is a single bright light above me. His dick flavour so honest, so thick and big.

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

"What ?"I ask. I look to my entrust helping hand above me, I see my wedding tintinnabulation. I could've sworn Leanna, my girl told me to take it off. More memories return.

She did secernate me to take away it. She said I needed this Nox, she said I deserve it.

Another coming courses through me. Fat Rob doesn't stop. He keeps going, keeps bouncing me. I love this impression, feeling helpless, hanging there, my wrists tied. I can hear the concatenation 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 lie with this would pass ? Did she know I'd be here with this man ?

Thomas More memories return. I see my girl, tall, red hair smiling at me, leading me somewhere. To a construction. I see her smiling face after she whispers in my ear to unbend and have fun. We were at a society, that's what led me here - a dullard Night club.

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

Fat Rob slap my ass, grits his teeth, and semen inside me. It feels so good. His huge consignment of warm semen filling 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 remember my age."F-forty,"I struggle to let the cat out of the bag."Something."

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

Fat Rob kisses my unexpended hand,"That's a nice diamond your married man got you. How long you two been married ?"

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

"Mmmm,"he guides my hand to his lessened hammer. I instinctively grab it, squeeze it, my wedding ring seems to shine brightly against his darkness brownish shaft.

The succeeding thing I know, the room dims, darker and darker before going auction pitch pitch-black. My jumbled memories return as I try to piece this night together.


-1-
A couple months ago, November, I was waiting for soul. I was sitting in my office waiting for him to arrive. I'm a pleader, some may name me a head-shrinker, but I'm not a head-shrinker. 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 role. He was running late that day.

I remember fiddling with my wedding ring, thinking of Doug, intellection of his smile. Doug, Leanna and I moved to Atlanta a yr prior to be closer to Doug's home. 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 throw this guy a few more arcminute to arrive.

I stood, straightened out my occupation courting, and looked out the window. I watched the rainwater fall, covering the parking lot, the elevator car in the distance were locked in their usual stop-go traffic.

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

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

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

"Um, hi, hullo, come in,"I stammered. I cleared my throat, approached him, extending my hired hand. I introduced myself as Brandi.
He shook it softly, smiling back at me. With my high school dog on, I was his top, around 5'10"or so.

"Hi, I'm Ulysses. Nice to come across you,"he nodded, looking around the role for a chair.

I watched him, Doug temporarily leaving my thought process. Ulysses was very muscular, wearing a tight jersey, and freight pants. The rain had an effect on his peel - his dark-chocolate tegument, making it scintillation. He wiped his forehead of rain.

"Oh, um, sorry, yes, find free to sit there or the couch. Whatever is well-off,"I spoke up.

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

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

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

"wellspring, um, not indisputable where to set about. 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 enjoin me. Are you having stress or anxiety payoff ? problem coping with work, trouble adjusting to changes in living ?"I asked, staring into his eyes, avoiding his biceps and chests.

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

"Oh, I see,"my judgment initially thought of functioning issues. I've counseled a few sept that had anxiety and former issue that affected their sex lifetime negatively.

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

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

Ulysses shook his forefront."No,"he took a deep breath."Sex is my sprightliness. 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 middle darted quickly to his sinewy shape, then to his dread pulled back into a ponytail, finally, embarrassingly, I glanced to his crotch.

"I see,"I collected my thought process, jotting this down on my notepad."So you feel you may throw some sort of addiction to sex ?"

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

"Ok, so no addiction. 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 town for work, daughter at the hotel figurehead desk. I fly out of the rural area for work, the flight of stairs attendant on the plane. I want to go catch a movie alone late one night, the college educatee that works there. I even offered to help do yard body of work for an older 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 vacation alone, I'd always fit a woman."

"wealthy person you thought about simply saying no or choosing not to reserve the sex to fall out ?"I asked.

"Yeah, I've persuasion of that. But these women, 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, albumen women, I just,"Ulysses sighed, shaking his head.

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

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

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


-2-

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

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

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

Fat Rob grab 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 lightlessness out again, thinking of the first day I met Ulysses.

*

"My founding father remarried when I was 12 or so. Her name is Devin. She was a younger, ashen fair sex, blonde,"Ulysses smiled.

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

"Yes, we're still a division of each other's lifespan. Even since their divorce a few long time ago."

I made a note and nodded for him to continue.

"She was, is, rattling. She helped raise me. But because she's only 9 or 10 years older than me, we hung out a lot. We'd go to movies ; she'd subscribe me to sporting events while my dad worked. She was a great Quaker. Then I got older."

"That's when things became more familiar ?"

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

Ulysses chuckled thinking of a memory.

"What ?"I asked.

"For my high school graduation present tense, she threw me a surprise political party. My dad wasn't around - he worked a lot anyway. At the party, I was the only guy from my schooling there. I have no idea how she arranged it, how Devin pulled it off, but she invited every ace girl in my senior high school schoolhouse graduating class to this company. Cheerleaders, volleyball, basketball game role player, even some girls that were considered ‘ nerds'or ‘ geek ’."

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

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

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

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

I nodded my head, the optical sinking feeling in, the imagery of 100 18-year-old Theodore Harold White daughter in a line riding this man's black pecker - I shook my straits, I didn't want these opinion there.

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

"Yes. Afterward, they all left, hugging me bye, saying good luck at college, and so on, Devin and I remained. We made dear in my way. I didn't finish with those girls, but I did finish in her."

I took notes and paused,"Do you do it Devin ?"

"Yes, very much."

"Yet you have sex with other womanhood ?"

"Her and I aren't technically a distich. 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 human relationship is open, unconditional."

wonder was getting the best of me,"So you have sex with other women, most are white. Is this a day-after-day event ?"

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

idea of several Edward White woman leaving and arriving to his household to give sex with him daily flashed in my headspring. I looked at his arm, thighs - 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 male parent isn't around or knows about you and his ex-wife, your other step-mother ?"

"No, he lives in LA and doesn't know her and I are like this. And no, it wasn't the cause of their divorce. He was caught respective times cheating, and since Devin and I were a thing, 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 a great deal she means to him, how much they care for one another.

"Ulysses, I want you to really testify her how much you love her. It sounds like it's a lot. I know you have an out-of-doors 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, motion-picture show, hiking, something that isn't intimate. Maybe even suggest you and her get scoop. From talking with you about her, it sounds like she loves you like a son and a buff. That's up to you though. Mainly, expend extra time with her and her only, not having sex. Try it,"I smiled at him.

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

I watched him from my windowpane, slipstream across the parking lot to his car. I couldn't help but recollect how freehanded and gracious he was. No wonderment white adult female like him. I felt pity for thinking that, clutching my left mitt, 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 cock. 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 paw in her long red head of hair, grinding her hip joint against him. He has a smug look on his face watching her drive him.

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

"Hey Mom,"Leanna says nonchalantly. She runs her work force through her pilus."I love black dick. I'm so glad we went out tonight."

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

After seeing and hearing Leanna cum again, the men take a break of serve, 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 again.


-3-

Thinking back to Ulysses'instant assignment, 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 ?"

"rightfield. Different locations for various photoshoots. Been to EC, Brasil, all over."

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

"Sometimes. It's mostly coworkers though. Usually after photograph shoots with me, we'll sports meeting up for drinks 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 model, or tried to manipulate their way into shooting with me. It's all been dramatic event free. But still,"Ulysses shook his head.

"What ?"

"It's body 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 fair sex though. No one is forcing you,"I smiled softly at him.

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

"Perhaps you could request a change at employment ? Maybe shooting for dissimilar type of ads - ones that don't feature film female models."

"I tried that. Didn't work. I had a picture shoot with a magazine called Elite Magazine. I thought it was going to be uncomplicated clobber in the gym, doing employment, lifting weights and so on. It'd be for their wellness and physical fitness section of the magazine. Turns out,"Ulysses shook his head.

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

"Turns out the cartridge holder is marketed toward blackened men. It also turns out that,"he shrugged."All the female models are white. And it just so hap Edward D. White female person mannikin are used in pretty practically every article type. fitness, wellness, cars, street motorcycle, entertainment section all have Shirley Temple Black Male models and white female models."

"I see, so that's where the sex occurred,"I nodded, imagining him taking a framework off the set after a photoshoot and pinning her against the wall, having sex.

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

"Both ?"

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

"Oh. I understand."

"They had them wearing petite employment outfits. They posed us in all kind of sticky poses to score it look like they were coming on to me at the gym. Jenna and Alexis. They were dainty girls, but I knew sex with the two of them would pass off. They purposefully made sure as shooting to rub themselves against me. It was awkward."

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

"No. The photographer was setting us up in these poses. Jenna would be in battlefront of me, Alexis behind me, rubbing my shoulders. One affectedness of the both of them face me, my arms around them resting my hands on their lower back. It all led up to it."

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

"Yeah. After the shoot, they found me in the cascade. Both were naked, both entered, and well, the weewee ran frigidness 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 butts."I see. Well to drive affair away from sex, perhaps moot -"

"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 bright now. It has to be daylight. I'm naked, dried semen 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 leave our sleeping accommodation, using the wall to stabilize me. I don't botheration putting on clothes.

I hear groan coming from Leanna's room. I barge in and see her being treble 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 forget. Now ! My husband will be home soon. Doug can't see this,"I plead.

"Sure,"Fat Rob smiles, finishing his eggs. He whistles loudly, and slowly but surely, he and his crowd 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 family. I can't believe what I've done.

I start crying, looking at my wedding pack. Leanna doesn't care, she happily walks about, totally nude.

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

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

Strange, the exhibitor is running. Did I leave it on ? Everything seems so confusing now. I enter the lavatory and deplumate back the mantle. One of Fat Rob's protagonist is in there showering and jacking off. I stare at that massive black tool, shake my heading, take a deep breath and get in the shower bath with him.


-4-

I don't know his epithet, or why he stayed rear end. Why didn't he leave with Fat Rob, why couldn't he cascade elsewhere ?

He's fucking me gruelling from behind. I know my husband will be home soon, but I couldn't resist. What's unseasonable 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 on fucking me.

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

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

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

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

"You and Leanna have a courteous weekend ?"He asks me. My head is bobbing back and Forth on the stopcock. The black guy has his hands 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 lav. I stand, kiss the black guy, and become back around in the exhibitioner. He shoves is cock back inside me and keeps going. I can't assistance but moan.

"You ok ?"Doug reentered the bathroom.

"Uh huh ! tummy ache,"I answer. The man take hold of my brain, kissing my neck, then squeezes my boob from behind.

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

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

He picks me up, it's his play to cum. I can take care 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 lay off it ? How can he not know ? Where are the grim guy's clothes ? Does Doug see them ?
My centre roll in the back of my head once more as I feel my pussy fill with semen. I look to the bedroom again, Doug is gone. I need this inglorious guy gone too, before Doug sees him.

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

I kiss my exhibitioner devotee au revoir and observe him exit our rest home through her bedroom. I climb in bed and waiting for my husband to return.

When he does he finds me bare, leg spread. He undresses and rise 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 wait out the back porch, the double-doors are still unfastened. 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 husband make love 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 married man's. I start cumming.

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

As the orgasm passes, I kiss Doug. His cums seconds later.

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

I write Doug a quick billet. I tell him Leanna is having car trouble, I'm going to beak her up. I leave it side by side to the mesa by his recliner. I kiss his forehead and leave.

*

This lash hurts so bad, but feels so very good. I left Doug sleeping and went straight to Fat Rob's. I'm being whipped again. I don't remember even asking for it, but these mordant men are taking crook doing it and fucking me as I hang from my wrists again.

I scream out with painfulness and delight. I don't want them to break even though I don't understand why they are doing this.

With each whiplash sally I think back to my one-third session with Ulysses.


-5-

I remember I wore something a good deal nicer and sexy than usual dress for my next appointment with Ulysses. It was a tighter, shorter dress, new shoes. Adjusting my wedding band, I felt silly, but figured no harm would arrive from dressing nicer.

"Ulysses, I want to utter about regrets. Not simply feeling bad that sex is a vast part of your life, but is there anything you really rue that you struggle to form peace with ? Perhaps to do that would help you finger 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 reply, giving him time.

"I was in Miami. I go down there often for piece of work, shoots and so on. I met a woman at a club. A beautiful brunet named Megan. That happens every sentence I go to club, but she was different. She had long, dense brown fuzz, low 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 response, 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 dwelling house. We were in her kitchen, living way, everywhere, having sex. We ended up in her bed. That's when I learned she was married,"Ulysses explained.

My eyes widened."Married ?"

"Yeah. I should've left. I've been in that situation before, and always felt atrocious. I'm not the form of guy that purposelessly goes out and attempt to bankrupt wedding, or get blank women to cheat, or leave their husband for me. The few times I've slept with a wed cleaning lady - I hate to say this, but it was inadvertent. I wasn't planning on it or searching for it."

My external respiration was erratic, my spirit 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 evidence 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 joint. I chickened out. I got too scared to say no. She was hanging there. That's when she told me to depend in her cupboard. She told me to bring out a whip she was hiding there."

"A whip ?"

"Yeah. She wanted me to whip her. I thought it was a racial matter. Negro slave 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 woman over and over just like she asked me to. She cried out from pain, then begged me to retain going. When it was done, I regretted ever meeting her. I regretted enabling her to cheat, regretted whipping her. I regretted the all night."

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

"No. We had sex one More prison term in the shower, then I left."

I was unable to center for the balance of his seance. Part of me was so turned on not just from Ulysses, but sleeping with him, the idea of an intimacy with him, maybe even being whipped.

That night I took a hanker Bath. I set my wedding mob on the slope of the tub and fingered myself to climax several clip - thinking of Ulysses.

*

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

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

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

I feel nothing as Doug fucks me from behind. I'm looking out into the backyard, it's pouring down rainwater. I didn't even notice it was cloudy.


-6-

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

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

He showed up to his fourth school term. I was wearing another sexy dress. I fingered myself all week thinking 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, fount, cock like his, sex with every White River woman he encounters was the normal.

Ulysses tried to resist at for the first time. I was straddling him, kissing him on the couch. He pointed to my wedding ring in between osculation. 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 waterspout of rain outside hopefully muffled my moans of pleasure a bit.

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

My snatch was oozing come onto my desk. After a few minutes, I went to my articulatio genus and licked it from my desk. I put my clothes on, sat in my chair and waited for my following appointment, pushing aside what I just did.

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

Ulysses and I met only two more session. Each one was nothing but sex. We did it on my desk, on the lounge, I swallowed his semen 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 biography is and will put to work harder to be cheeseparing with Devin. That was it. I watched him put his clothes back on and leave.

Leanna caught me crying that dark 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 deal with what I've done on my own.

*

I remember everything now. I remember how I got here.

It was New twelvemonth's Eve. Leanna told me to absent my wedding ring, she was taking me out. I resisted at showtime, but I know why she asked me to bump off it.

We were at a nine, 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 office. He's why retentivity were brumous. 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 hard, he calls me"Miss Brandi"again. I resume grinding into him.

I hear Doug approach. 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 stay fresh fucking this black man."Yes ! Yes ! nookie yes !"

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

It's raining again, I can get a line it outside, over the audio of my primal grunts or orgasms.

He's taking forever to reach our bedroom and watch me in the act. Why is he moving so slow ?

Sir Thomas More boom stride, my figure being called. Fat Rob slaps my ass, I know Doug hears it.

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

Leanna enters the elbow room, au naturel, pushing Doug over– he can't halt crying.

"Mom !"Leanna says. I am paralyse, unable to look away from my crying husband. He slams his clenched fist into the floor, a sound of boom echo in the room.

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

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

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


-7-

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

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

"Where am I ? Where's Doug ?"

"What ?"Leanna glanced to the nurse.

She started crying and the 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 nitty-gritty was going to burst. I was out of breathing spell. I gripped Leanna's hand as grueling as I could.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"New twelvemonth'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 pass on hand, not seeing it there.

"It's at menage. right on 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 sorry,"Leanna's crying returned.

"For what, sweetie ?"

"I took you to that night club. I introduced you to someone I thought was a Friend. That spell of ca-ca - 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 lot 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 musical composition together.

"No. I'm so sword lily I saw him drop away something into your drinkable. If I hadn't been paying attention -"

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

I held her for several minute as she cried."I'm animated, I'm awake, I'm fine."

I took a trench intimation, brief images of the nightmare I had flashed before my eyes. The whipping, the shadow, the chains, the black man in the shower, Fat Rob, and finally my late-husband witnessing a horrific result - one that thankfully, wasn't real.

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

*

I went home the succeeding day. I had bother walking a bit, and my head distress, but I was delicately. Thankfully, whatever Fat Rob slipped into my drink wasn't decent to kill me.

I considered filing a law study. But neither Leanna nor I know his close public figure, where he works, or anything former than his appearance. 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 room clean, she dusts it and so on.

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

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

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

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

We painted the walls a different color. There was no double-door to the endorse porch in that room, unlike in my incubus, there was a great window though. We got new spectre for it. I moved all furniture out and pluck up the carpet.

A week later, wood flooring was in stead, and the way looked totally different.

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

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

Another match of weeks passed. I was at my power. My 10am appointment cancelled. I decided to make a telephone call.


-8-
"Brandi, hey, how are you ?"Ulysses answered my call. It'd been various weeks since I 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 assemble for lunch today. There's something I'd like to severalize you. Thomas More of an apology, actually."

"Yeah, that's sang-froid. We can meet up,"he said.

"Great. My treat."

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

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

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

"I'm not married. I wasn't married when we had sex. My husbanded died over a yr ago. I haven't been able to contract the ring off, until recently. I'm so distressing, I should've told you, I shouldn't have lunged at you like that during that sitting. But I couldn't say the Logos, 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 ruefulness or guilt you felt by thinking you had sex with another splice woman."

Ulysses was quiet, oculus wide, taking my wrangle 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 heavily 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 well about not wearing it ?"

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

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

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

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

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

Laying me gently on my spine, he kissed me again. Propping himself up with his hands, I placed my own hands on his thorax, as he slowly began sliding his cock in and out of me.

I orgasmed instant later, he rolled onto his backbone, taking me with him. Kissing him again, I slowly rode him, savoring his long tool hitting all the rectify spots inside me.

We went until after midnight. I kissed him goodbye, told him I'd see him again sometime. He said that'd be 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 proficient now.

I did see him again. I'm prevarication in his arms right now. It's been a few months since my night out with Leanna on New twelvemonth's, getting drugged, and waking up in the infirmary a twain days later. It was a horrible event.

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

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

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

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

This acute orgasm flip, Ulysses holding me. We kiss, he sits up, his stopcock still embedded inside me and takes me the exhibitioner to join Devin.

Ulysses sets me down in the shower. Devin squeeze and kiss me on the boldness. I smile at her and we both go to our knees to inspection and repair Ulysses'long, black 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 picayune during those few week I was his therapist.

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

The end .