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The elbow room is dark and blurred. I'm hanging, my wrist tied to a Chain of some sorting above me. Someone is fucking me. My imagination is coming into focal point. I see a sinister 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 death hour. I have no approximation how I got here. All I know is my kitty is dead, dripping with juices.

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

It doesn't. It goes on for hours. I don't know what time it is ; if it's morning or Night. Black man after black man take me as I hang here. Every one of them brings me to powerful orgasms. My physical structure feels like jelly.

Then I see someone I recognize. I know his name. The computer memory temporarily become clearer. I remember flashing, color lights, loud music, people, deglutition and him - Fat Rob.

He stands in movement of me, puff me up like the others did and slides his fat cock in me. I cry out, moaning, looking to the cap. All I see is a single bright light above me. His dick tone so beneficial, so fatheaded and big.

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

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

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

Another orgasm courses through me. Fat Rob doesn't stop. He keeps going, keeps bouncing me. I love this smell, feeling helpless, hanging there, my wrists tied. I can take heed 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 know this would bechance ? Did she know I'd be here with this man ?

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

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

Fat Rob slaps my ass, grits his tooth, and cum inside me. It feels so good. His huge load of warm ejaculate filling me up. He steps away smile, laughing,"That's a good puss, 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 radiocarpal joint. My consistence is mush in his arms. He carries me to a bed. I don't see Leanna anywhere.

Fat Rob kisses my left hand,"That's a prissy diamond your hubby got you. How long you two been married ?"

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

"Mmmm,"he guides my script to his dampen cock. I instinctively grab it, squeeze it, my wedding ring seems to shine brightly against his sullen brown shaft.

The next affair I know, the room dims, darker and darker before going pitch black. My scramble memories return as I try to piece this Night together.


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

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

I remember fiddling with my wedding hoop, thinking of Doug, intellection of his smile. Doug, Leanna and I moved to Atlanta a yr prior to be closer to Doug's family. Truthfully, I hated the move, but agreed to it. Work is certainly more alive, 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 yield this guy a few more hour to arrive.

I stood, straightened out my business courtship, and looked out the window. I watched the rain gloam, covering the parking lot, the railcar in the aloofness were locked in their common stop-go traffic.

There was a whang at the threshold, without thinking I said"come in"still watching the pelting. I remember Doug and I had sex outside hold up year in the pelting once. It was summer metre though.

"howdy ?"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, descend 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 mellow blackguard 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 idea. Ulysses was very mesomorphic, wearing a tight T-shirt, and consignment pants. The rainfall had an issue on his skin - his dark-chocolate skin, making it glisten. He wiped his frontal bone of rain.

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

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

He was flighty, almost low gear timers are. I was nervous too, but not about meeting a new patient. He was having that force on me.

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

"Well, um, not surely where to lead off. I guess I'm just having issues when it comes to a certain panorama of my life,"Ulysses answered.

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

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

"You can order me. Are you having focus or anxiety offspring ? Problems coping with work, problem adjusting to changes in life story ?"I asked, staring into his eyes, avoiding his biceps and chests.

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

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

"No, not public presentation job. I just um,"he take my mind and paused again.

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

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

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

"I see,"I collected my view, jotting this down on my notepad."So you feel you may have some sort of dependency to sex ?"

"No. I don't. That's the affair. I'm not addicted. The thought process of going workweek or months without it, yeah I guess it'd suck, but I'd be o.k.. I wouldn't have withdrawals."

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

"Yeah,"Ulysses glanced behind me to the pelting outside."No issue what I do, who I meet, where I go, sex is always involved. Sometimes it's stranger, sometimes not, but it never fails. I go out of Ithiel Town for work, miss at the hotel presence desk. I fly out of the country for work, the flight accompaniment on the planing machine. I want to go catch a movie alone late one night, the college scholarly person that works there. I even offered to help do yard employment 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 life. I tried finding it. I'd go on holiday alone, I'd always meet a woman."

"wealthy person you thought about simply saying no or choosing not to allow the sex to find ?"I asked.

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

"All these beautiful charwoman, tweed adult female, I just,"Ulysses sighed, shaking his head.

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

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

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


-2-

This room is burning hot now. I'm on all 4, I'm being whipped by Fat Rob. The walls look like they're on fire. Am I in nether region ? Is this monster, Fat Rob, going to give me what I need ?

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

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

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

He slams me down on the bed, the fiery gist of the walls subsides, I contraband out again, thinking of the first day I met Ulysses.

*

"My Father-God remarried when I was 12 or so. Her public figure is Devin. She was a younger, white woman, blonde,"Ulysses smiled.

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

"Yes, we're still a part of each other's life. Even since their divorcement a few twelvemonth 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 age older than me, we hung out a lot. We'd go to movies ; she'd take me to sporting effect while my dad worked. She was a great admirer. Then I got older."

"That's when things became more insinuate ?"

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

Ulysses chuckled thinking of a memory.

"What ?"I asked.

"For my high schoolhouse graduation nowadays, she threw me a surprise company. My dad wasn't around - he worked a lot anyway. At the political party, I was the solitary guy from my school there. I have no melodic theme how she arranged it, how Devin pulled it off, but she invited every undivided girlfriend in my in high spirits schooltime graduating class to this party. Cheerleaders, volleyball game, basketball players, even some girls that were considered ‘ grind'or ‘ geeks ’."

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

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

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

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

I nodded my heading, the visual sinking in, the imagination of 100 18-year-old E. B. White girls in a line riding this man's black peter - I shook my head, I didn't want these thoughts there.

"I see, so that was her give 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 lovemaking in my way. I didn't polish with those girls, but I did finish in her."

I took eminence and paused,"Do you know Devin ?"

"Yes, very much."

"Yet you have sex with early charwoman ?"

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

Curiosity was getting the safe of me,"So you have sex with other women, almost are blank. Is this a day-to-day case ?"

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

Thoughts of several white cleaning woman leaving and arriving to his home to have sex with him daily flashed in my headland. I looked at his arms, thigh - wow. I had to focus, I needed to be professional. I glanced to my notepad and wedding ring.

"Have you considered making things scoop with Devin ? Perhaps even marrying her ? I take it your Father of the Church 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 causal agency of their divorce. He was caught various time 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 prove her how a lot you love her. It sounds like it's a lot. I know you have an undecided 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 scoop. 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, expend additional time with her and her only, not having sex. Try it,"I smiled at him.

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

I watched him from my windowpane, race across the parking lot to his car. I couldn't help but believe how bountiful and prissy he was. No wonder Andrew D. White woman like him. I felt shame for thinking that, clutching my left wing hired hand, running my finger over my wedding ring.

*

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

He's taking me somewhere, down a hallway. We enter a room. I see my girl on a bed, riding a Joseph Black man, her workforce in her long red mane, grinding her pelvis against him. He has a smug looking on his font watching her drive him.

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

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

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

After seeing and hearing Leanna cum again, the men take a breakout, 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'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 teaching, personal flight simulator oeuvre, but mostly some, well, fitness modeling,"he bashfully admitted.

"That's why you travel ?"

"right hand. Different emplacement for assorted photoshoots. Been to EEC, Brasil, 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 sports meeting up for drinkable and end up in my bed."

"Has this caused issuance for your oeuvre ?"

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

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

"Perhaps you could quest a change at work ? Maybe shooting for unlike type of ads - single that don't feature distaff models."

"I tried that. Didn't employment. I had a photograph shoot with a magazine called elite group clip. I thought it was going to be dim-witted stuff in the gym, doing usage, lifting weights and so on. It'd be for their health and 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 powder magazine is marketed toward black men. It also turns out that,"he shrugged."All the distaff modelling are Elwyn Brooks White. And it just so hap white female models are used in pretty much every article type. physical fitness, health, railroad car, street bikes, amusement section all have black male role model and white female 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.

"rightfield,"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 diminutive exercise rig. They posed us in all sorts of embarrassing poses to give it look like they were coming on to me at the gym. Jenna and Alexis. They were nice girls, 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 bet on down ?"I asked, knowing he probably enjoyed it.

"No. The photographer was setting us up in these pose. Jenna would be in front of me, Alexis behind me, rubbing my shoulders. One mannerism of the both of them face me, my limb 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 rain shower. Both were naked, both entered, and well, the piss ran cold we were in there so long. Then afterward we kept going, they used their ‘ gifts'a lot on me."

I giggled, I knew he meant their big butts."I see. Well to drive thing away from sex, perhaps deal -"

"A career change ?"Ulysses joked.

"Yes !"I laughed.

We shared a grin and prolonged eye contact lens 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 familiar. I rise up in my bed, Doug's and my bed. I'm surrounded by sleeping inglorious men.

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

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

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

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

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

I hear Leanna whining and complaining as the two men she's with leave. Some are clothed, some are bare, there must've been 15 men in the menage. 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 walls are closing in on me. I run away, I run to my bedroom.

Strange, the exhibitioner is running. Did I leave it on ? Everything seems so obnubilate now. I enter the toilet and pull back the mantle. One of Fat Rob's ally is in there showering and jacking off. I stare at that massive blackamoor cock, shake my head, take a deep breathing space and get in the shower with him.


-4-

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

He's fucking me hard from behind. I know my hubby will be home soon, but I couldn't resist. What's wrong with me ?

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

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

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

I go to my knees, sucking all over this black turncock when Doug enters the bath."How was your head trip ?"I ask from behind the exhibitioner curtain. I resume sucking on the black man's pecker as Doug answers.

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

"You and Leanna have a nice weekend ?"He asks me. My heading is bobbing back and forth on the tool. The black guy has his work force on my pass 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 plow back around in the exhibitioner. He shoves is cock back inside me and keeps going. I can't help but moan.

"You ok ?"Doug reentered the bathroom.

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

"Sorry sweetie. 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 turn of events 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 estimate his wife is in the shower with a total darkness guy getting relentlessly fucked.

Why doesn't Doug hear us ? Why doesn't he arrive in and stop it ? How can he not acknowledge ? Where are the black guy's wearing apparel ? Does Doug see them ?
My heart roll in the backbone of my head teacher once more as I feel my twat fill with seed. I look to the bedroom again, Doug is gone. I need this black guy gone too, before Doug sees him.

I suck his tool clean and jerk of excess semen - it tastes so good. I lead him back to the bedroom, I see the double-door to our back porch is spread out. Did I spread it ? Maybe Doug opened it.

I kiss my shower fan goodbye and watch him get out our home through her bedroom. I climb in bed and wait for my husband to return.

When he does he find me naked, legs banquet. He undresses and mount on top. As he enters me I wonder if he can find a divergence. I wonder if I'll ever be the same.

I turn my oral sex to look out the back porch, the double-doors are still open. Doug is still on top, kissing my neck. I see someone on the porch.

It's Fat Rob, he's smugly grinning at me. He's watching my married man make love to me. Fat Rob takes his pecker 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 shaft inside me instead of my husband's. I start cumming.

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

As the orgasms passes, I kiss Doug. His cum sec later.

sentence focal ratio by, the sun solidification, Doug is watching a game after dinner, Leanna is out - I've no idea where she is. I don't commend talking to her.

I write Doug a quick note. I tell him Leanna is having car trouble, I'm going to nibble her up. I leave it next to the table by his recliner. I kiss his frontal bone and leave.

*

This whip hurts so bad, but feels so very right. I left Doug quiescence and went straight to Fat Rob's. I'm being whipped again. I don't commemorate even asking for it, but these dim men are taking bout doing it and fucking me as I hang from my wrists again.

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

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


-5-

I remember I wore something a good deal nicer and aphrodisiacal than usual attire for my next appointment with Ulysses. It was a tighter, poor dress, new skid. Adjusting my wedding ceremony pack, I felt silly, but figured no damage would come up from dressing nicer.

"Ulysses, I want to talk about declination. Not simply feeling bad that sex is a huge part of your life, but is there anything you really regret that you struggle to take in peace with ? Perhaps to do that would help oneself you feel more fulfilment out of life."

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

"Yeah,"he eventually spoke up.

I waited for him to answer, giving him time.

"I was in Miami. I go down there often for work, shoots and so on. I met a womanhood at a club. A beautiful brunet named Megan. That happens every clock time I go to bludgeon, but she was different. She had long, thickheaded brown fuzz, blue optic and she was short. She was so commanding, like she was a knob or manager, and knew what she wanted and how to get it."

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

"Yeah."

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

"Megan took me home. We were in her kitchen, living 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 horrible. I'm not the kind of guy that purposelessly goes out and tries to destroy marriages, or get Edward D. White women to wander, or leave their husbands for me. The few meter I've slept with a married women - I hate to say this, but it was accidental. I wasn't planning on it or searching for it."

My external respiration was planetary, 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 distinguish 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 look in her loo. She told me to bestow out a whip she was hiding there."

"A party whip ?"

"Yeah. She wanted me to rack up 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 feelings about something and wanted it whipped out of her."

"cheat ?"

"She didn't say. But I complied, like an idiot. I whipped that poor womanhood over and over just like she asked me to. She cried out from pain sensation, 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 all night."

I took a trench breath and scribbled in my bank bill."Ever see her again ?"

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

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

That night I took a long bath. I set my wedding ringing on the position of the tub and fingered myself to culminate various times - thinking of Ulysses.

*

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

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

I feel regret and disgrace 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 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 fourth session - the first time we had sex.

matter seem absolved now, but I still can't slice it all together. Doug is on top of me now. I don't spirit him. It's like my mother wit aren't working. But I remember Ulysses.

He showed up to his fourth academic session. I was wearing another sexy apparel. I fingered myself all calendar 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 body, face, cock like his, sex with every clean char he encounters was the normal.

Ulysses tried to resist 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 waterspout of rainwater outside hopefully muffled my moans of pleasance a bit.

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

My pussy 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 sleep that nighttime, my left thumb rubbing my wedding ring.

Ulysses and I met only two More sessions. Each one was nothing but sex. We did it on my desk, on the couch, I swallowed his seminal fluid each time.

On the concluding session, Ulysses told me he was sorry, but couldn't see me anymore. He said he's accepted this is how his life is and will influence harder to be tight with Devin. That was it. I watched him put his wearing apparel 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 business organisation on her boldness, but I had to deal with what I've done on my own.

*

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

It was New Year's Eve. Leanna told me to murder my wedding mob, she was taking me out. I resisted at first, but I know why she asked me to remove it.

We were at a club, I saw various men approach her, some of them she pointed to me. One man, she introduced me to. His figure was Fat Rob. He's why I'm here, he's why I'm in this place. He's why remembering were bleary. 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 tough, he calls me"fille Brandi"again. I resume grinding into him.

I hear Doug approaching. His footsteps are so cheap, like boom. I can't stop riding Fat Rob though.

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

I grit my tooth and keep screwing this smutty man."Yes ! Yes ! Fuck yes !"

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

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

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

More thundering footsteps, my public figure being called. Fat Rob smacking my ass, I know Doug hears it.

"Brandi !"he yells, upon entering our room. I don't halt having sex with Fat Rob. I look over my articulatio humeri and see Doug's appal look. 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 paralyzed, ineffective to await away from my crying husband. He slams his fist into the floor, a speech sound of thunder echoes in the room.

"Mom !"Leanna shakes me, but all I see is Doug crying, striking the trading floor 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 source origin, bright, shinning in my eye. I remember Fat Rob, what I've done, how I got here.

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


-7-

"Doug ! Doug !"I woke up in a infirmary 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 gist was going to burst. I was out of breath. I gripped Leanna's hand as hard as I could.

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

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

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

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

I closed my eyes. I heard the rain outside my hospital window. A loudly pop of roaring snapped my oculus open.

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

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

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

"My annulus ?"I glanced to my leave behind hand, not seeing it there.

"It's at abode. correct by the bed."

"Did you -"
"Yes, mom. I thought if you could assume it off maybe you'd meet someone and, well, have fun. You haven't taken it off since Doug's funeral. I just thought,"Leanna said.

I sat up in bed, hugging her, knowing she was trying to help.

"I'm sorry, I'm so grim,"Leanna's crying returned.

"For what, sweetie ?"

"I took you to that lodge. I introduced you to someone I thought was a friend. That piece of tinker's dam - 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 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 gladiola I saw him drop off something into your drink. If I hadn't been paying care -"

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

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

I took a cryptical breather, brief look-alike of the nightmare I had flashed before my eyes. The whipping, the swarthiness, the concatenation, the Negro man in the rain shower, Fat Rob, and finally my late-husband witnessing a horrific event - one that thankfully, wasn't real.

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

*

I went home the next day. I had difficulty walking a bit, and my head trauma, but I was amercement. Thankfully, whatever Fat Rob slipped into my drink wasn't plenty to kill me.

I considered filing a police report. But neither Leanna nor I know his hold out name, where he works, or anything other than his appearance. Still, it wouldn't hurt 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 year ago. Leanna keeps the room clean, she dusts it and so on.

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

I sat on the edge of the invitee bed, running my hands through my whisker when something caught my eye - my wedding ring 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 loud. I opened the drawer and stowed it safely away.

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

We painted the walls a different colour. There was no double-door to the back porch in that elbow room, unlike in my nightmare, there was a declamatory window though. We got new shades for it. I moved all article of furniture out and pluck up the carpet.

A workweek later, wood flooring was in place, and the elbow room looked totally different.

One item remained - a bed. The watch weekend, Leanna helped me beak out a new bed for that room - my room. I moved out of the Edgar Guest room that night.

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

Another twosome of weeks passed. I was at my office. My 10am designation cancelled. I decided to cook a earphone call.


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

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

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

"Listen, I was thinking if you don't have programme, we could meet for luncheon today. There's something I'd like to evidence you. More of an apologia, actually."

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

"Great. My treat."

We met a span 60 minutes later at a nearby eating house. I didn't waste material any metre ; 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 words, what about I'm about to tell 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 yr ago. I haven't been able to aim the ring off, until recently. I'm so sorry, I should've told you, I shouldn't have lunged at you like that during that academic term. But I couldn't say the quarrel, 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 sleep together I'm sorry for any regret or guilt you felt by thinking you had sex with another married woman."

Ulysses was quiet, eyes wide-cut, taking my parole in."Brandi, I, um, thanks. I did feel bad. I thought you were married, that's why I stopped using you as a therapist. But thank you for telling me. I've never lost a spouse, but I imagine it's hard to say that they're gone, that you're not married anymore and to adopt off the ring."

"Yes,"I smiled at him.

"Are you doing ok ? I mean, are you feeling comfortably about not wearing it ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

I orgasmed minutes later, he rolled onto his rear, taking me with him. Kissing him again, I slowly sit him, savoring his long shaft hitting all the right on spots inside me.

We went until after midnight. I kissed him bye-bye, 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 dear now.

I did see him again. I'm prevarication in his limb right now. It's been a few calendar month since my night out with Leanna on New Year's, getting drugged, and waking up in the hospital a couple days later. It was a horrible event.

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

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

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

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

This acute climax go, Ulysses holding me. We kiss, he sits up, his putz still embedded inside me and takes me the shower to join Devin.

Ulysses sets me down in the cascade. Devin clinch and buss me on the cheek. I smile at her and we both go to our knee to service Ulysses'long, dark rod.
I pop his cockhead out of my mouth. I look to him, seeing him grin at me. I'm glad I was able-bodied to serve him a short during those few weeks I was his therapist.

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

The end .