Introduction

The way is dour and hazy. I'm hanging, my wrist tied to a strand of some sort above me. soul is fucking me. My visual sense is coming into focal point. I see a melanize man grinning at me. My peg are wrapped around his waist ; he's holding me up by my ass and is making me cum.

I don't remember anything from the last-place time of day. I have no idea how I got here. All I know is my twat is numb, dripping with juices.

The orgasm washes over me and the Shirley Temple man leaves. Another takes his place. He grabs my wooden leg, pulls them around his waist and has his go. 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 hour. I don't know what time it is ; if it's break of the day or night. black man after black man charter me as I hang here. Every one of them brings me to powerful orgasms. My body look like jelly.

Then I see someone I recognize. I know his name. The memories temporarily become clearer. I remember flashing, color luminosity, loud music, people, drinks and him - Fat Rob.

He stands in front end of me, twist me up like the others did and skid his fat cock in me. I cry out, moaning, looking to the ceiling. All I see is a single bright light above me. His tool feels so in force, so slurred and big.

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

"What ?"I ask. I look to my odd hand above me, I see my wedding ring. I could've sworn Leanna, my daughter told me to get hold of it off. More store return.

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

Another orgasm courses through me. Fat Rob doesn't stay. 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 know this would come about ? Did she know I'd be here with this man ?

Thomas More computer memory return. I see my girl, tall, red haircloth smiling at me, leading me somewhere. To a building. I see her smiling grimace after she whispers in my ear to loosen up and have fun. We were at a club, that's what led me here - a stunned nighttime club.

picture 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 smacking my ass, grits his teeth, and cum inside me. It feels so respectable. His immense load of fond semen fills me up. He steps away smiles, laughing,"That's a good twat, 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 blab out."Something."

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

Fat Rob kisses my entrust hand,"That's a nice rhomb your husband got you. How long you two been married ?"

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

"Mmmm,"he guides my hired hand to his weakened cock. I instinctively grab it, squeeze it, my wedding ring seems to shine brightly against his dour brown shaft.

The following matter I know, the room dims, darker and darker before going sales talk black. My jumbled memories return as I try to piece this night together.


-1-
A couple months ago, Nov, I was waiting for person. I was sitting in my government agency waiting for him to arrive. I'm a counselor, some may squall me a shrink, but I'm not a psychiatrist. I can't prescribe medicament ; I don't have a doctorate. Therapist is an satisfactory term for my profession I suppose.

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

I remember fiddling with my wedding ring, mentation of Doug, thinking of his smile. Doug, Leanna and I moved to Atlanta a year prior to be close-fitting to Doug's family unit. Truthfully, I hated the relocation, but agreed to it. Work is certainly more active agent, compared to Charleston. 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 Sir Thomas More bit to arrive.

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

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

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

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

"Um, hi, hello, get in,"I stammered. I cleared my throat, approached him, extending my script. I introduced myself as Brandi.
He shook it softly, smiling back at me. With my gamy heels on, I was his top, around 5'10"or so.

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

I watched him, Doug temporarily leaving my intellection. Ulysses was very muscular, wearing a tight t-shirt, and loading pants. The rain had an effect on his skin - his dark-chocolate skin, making it glint. He wiped his brow of rain.

"Oh, um, sorry, yes, find release to sit there or the couch. Whatever is easy,"I spoke up.

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

He was nervous, most first of all timekeeper are. I was nervous too, but not about meeting a new patient. He was having that essence on me.

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

"well, um, not certain where to start. I guess I'm just having issues when it comes to a certain expression of my spirit,"Ulysses answered.

"Ok, well I'll do my good to offer guidance."

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

"You can narrate me. Are you having stress or anxiety topic ? problem coping with piece of work, problems adjusting to change in life ?"I asked, staring into his middle, avoiding his biceps and chests.

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

"Oh, I see,"my mind initially thought of execution yield. I've counseled a few folks that had anxiety and former issues that affected their sex life story negatively.

"No, not execution trouble. I just um,"he study my intellect and paused again.

Thinking about past patients, I pressed him further."intimate orientation topic ? Maybe another character of dysfunction ?"

Ulysses shook his head."No,"he took a deep breath."Sex is my life. 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 centre darted quickly to his muscular skeletal system, then to his dreads pulled back into a ponytail, finally, embarrassingly, I glanced to his crotch.

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

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

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

"Yeah,"Ulysses glanced behind me to the rain outside."No thing what I do, who I meet, where I go, sex is always involved. Sometimes it's unknown, sometimes not, but it never fails. I go out of town for work, girlfriend at the hotel presence desk. I fly out of the area for work, the flight co-occurrence on the planing machine. I want to go catch a movie alone late one night, the college student that works there. I even offered to help do yard workplace for an quondam 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 vacations alone, I'd always fit a woman."

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

"Yeah, I've opinion 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 adult female, flannel charwoman, I just,"Ulysses sighed, shaking his head.

"tweed charwoman ?"I asked, my heart charge per unit increasing.

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

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


-2-

This room is burning hot now. I'm on all quartet, I'm being whipped by Fat Rob. The walls look like they're on ardor. Am I in Hell ? Is this demon, Fat Rob, going to give me what I need ?

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

"Doug,"I whisper, unable to 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 black out again, thinking of the first day I met Ulysses.

*

"My father remarried when I was 12 or so. Her epithet is Devin. She was a younger, T. H. White adult female, blonde,"Ulysses smiled.

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

"Yes, we're still a contribution of each other's life. Even since their divorce a few eld ago."

I made a bank note and nodded for him to continue.

"She was, is, wonderful. She helped raise me. But because she's only 9 or 10 old age older than me, we hung out a lot. We'd go to movies ; she'd accept me to sporting consequence while my dad worked. She was a great friend. Then I got older."

"That's when matter 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 dopy, maybe I had a puppy love 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-pitched schoolhouse graduation present, she threw me a surprise party. My dad wasn't around - he worked a lot anyway. At the party, I was the only guy from my school there. I have no idea how she arranged it, how Devin pulled it off, but she invited every exclusive girl in my senior high school shoal graduating grade to this company. Cheerleaders, volleyball, basketball players, even some girls that were considered ‘ nerds'or ‘ geeks ’."

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

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

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

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

I nodded my head, the ocular sinking in, the imagery of 100 18-year-old Theodore Harold White girls in a line of products riding this man's black cock - I shook my head, 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 beneficial circumstances at college, and so on, Devin and I remained. We made dearest in my room. I didn't finish with those miss, but I did finish in her."

I took preeminence and paused,"Do you have sex Devin ?"

"Yes, very much."

"Yet you have sex with other char ?"

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

Curiosity was getting the best of me,"So you have sex with other cleaning woman, most are White. Is this a daily event ?"

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

Thoughts of various albumen womanhood leaving and arriving to his home to give sex with him daily flashed in my top dog. I looked at his weapon system, thigh - wow. I had to focus, I needed to be pro. I glanced to my notepad and wedding ring.

"Have you considered making things exclusive with Devin ? Perhaps even marrying her ? I take it your Padre isn't around or knows about you and his ex, your onetime 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 various sentence cheating, and since Devin and I were a thing, she went ahead and divorced him."

I checked the prison term, it was nearing the end of his world-class 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 bear witness her how much you love her. It sounds like it's a lot. I know you have an open 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 become exclusive. From talking with you about her, it sounds like she loves you like a son and a fan. That's up to you though. Mainly, spend extra 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 next week.

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

*

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

He's taking me somewhere, down a hall. We enter a room. I see my daughter on a bed, riding a grim man, her hands in her hanker red mane, grinding her hip against him. He has a self-satisfied facial expression on his facial expression watching her ride him.

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

"Hey Mom,"Leanna says nonchalantly. She runs her manus through her pilus."I love shameful cock. I'm so gladiola 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 of serve, leaving us alone. She rolls over, smiling at me. Did she convey me here ? I still can't physical body this out. The room goes dark again.


-3-

Thinking back to Ulysses'second 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 program line, personal flight simulator work, but mostly some, well, fittingness molding,"he bashfully admitted.

"That's why you travel ?"

"rightfield. Different locations for various photoshoots. Been to Europe, Brazil, all over."

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

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

"Has this caused issues for your 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 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 catch some Z's with these cleaning lady though. No one is forcing you,"I smiled softly at him.

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

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

"I tried that. Didn't work. I had a photo shoot with a magazine called elite group Magazine. I thought it was going to be simple stuff in the gym, doing example, lifting weights and so on. It'd be for their health and physical fitness section of the mag. Turns out,"Ulysses shook his head.

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

"Turns out the magazine publisher is marketed toward black men. It also turns out that,"he shrugged."All the female poser are white. And it just so happens egg white female exemplar are used in pretty often every article type. Fitness, health, railroad car, street bikes, entertainment section all have black male modelling and Edward D. White female models."

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

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

"Both ?"

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

"Oh. I understand."

"They had them wearing lilliputian physical exercise outfits. They posed us in all sorts of cumbersome poses to form it attend 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 take place. They purposefully made sure 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 lensman was setting us up in these poses. Jenna would be in front line of me, Alexis behind me, rubbing my shoulder joint. One pose of the both of them face me, my arms around them resting my bridge player on their lour back. It all led up to it."

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

"Yeah. After the shoot, they found me in the shower. Both were naked, both entered, and well, the body of water ran cold we were in there so long. Then afterward we kept going, they used their ‘ endowment'a lot on me."

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

"A career change ?"Ulysses joked.

"Yes !"I laughed.

We shared a grinning and prolonged eye striking before I continued the session.

*

The room is so bright now. It has to be daylight. I'm naked, dried cum is all over me. I'm somewhere comrade. I rise up in my bed, Doug's and my bed. I'm surrounded by sleeping black-market men.

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

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

"Sure,"Fat Rob smiles, finishing his testicle. 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 parting. Some are clothed, some are naked, there must've been 15 men in the house. I can't believe what I've done.

I start crying, looking at my wedding band. Leanna doesn't maintenance, 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 is running. Did I leave it on ? Everything seems so disconcert now. I enter the lavatory and draw in back the mantle. One of Fat Rob's ally is in there showering and jacking off. I stare at that monumental black cock, shake my header, take a mysterious breath and get in the exhibitor with him.


-4-

I don't do it his epithet, or why he stayed behind. Why didn't he leave with Fat Rob, why couldn't he shower elsewhere ?

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

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

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

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

I go to my genu, sucking all over this black dick when Doug enters the can."How was your trip ?"I ask from behind the shower curtain. I resume sucking on the black-market man's gumshoe as Doug answers.

"It was corking. Productive,"I hear him say at the sink. I can't call up where he went, but I'm guesswork body of work related.

"You and Leanna have a nice weekend ?"He asks me. My mind is bobbing back and Forth on the turncock. The black guy has his hands on my caput holding me in place.

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

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

"Good,"Doug leaves the john. I stand, kiss the black guy, and bend 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 ! Stomach ache,"I answer. The man grabs my mind, kissing my neck opening, then squeezes my tits from behind.

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

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

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

Why doesn't Doug hear us ? Why doesn't he follow in and stop it ? How can he not experience ? Where are the black guy's clothes ? DOE Doug see them ?
My optic roll in the back of my head once more as I feel my kitty filling with semen. I look to the chamber again, Doug is gone. I need this pitch blackness 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 chamber, I see the double-door to our back porch is afford. Did I open it ? Maybe Doug opened it.

I kiss my shower lover goodbye and check him exit our home through her bedroom. I climb in bed and time lag for my husband to return.

When he does he determine me defenseless, wooden leg spread. He undresses and wax 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 header to look out the back porch, the double-doors are still open. Doug is still on top, kissing my neck. I see individual 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 metre. Fat Rob nods, puts his stopcock back in his pants and leaves.

As the climax pass, I kiss Doug. His cums seconds later.

sentence velocity by, the sun set, Doug is watching a secret plan after dinner, Leanna is out - I've no idea where she is. I don't retrieve talking to her.

I write Doug a quick banker's bill. I tell him Leanna is having car trouble, I'm going to find fault her up. I leave it next to the mesa by his recliner. I kiss his forehead and leave.

*

This whip hurts so bad, but flavour so very good. I left Doug sleeping and went straight to Fat Rob's. I'm being whipped again. I don't think of even asking for it, but these black men are taking tour doing it and fucking me as I hang from my radiocarpal joint again.

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

With each whip cranny I think back to my one-third school term with Ulysses.


-5-

I remember I wore something much nicer and aphrodisiacal than usual attire for my following appointment with Ulysses. It was a tighter, shorter dress, new shoes. Adjusting my wedding ring, I felt silly, but figured no scathe would come from dressing nicer.

"Ulysses, I want to talk about regret. Not simply feeling bad that sex is a huge part of your life, but is there anything you really regret that you struggle to establish 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 reply, giving him time.

"I was in Miami. I go down there often for work, shoots and so on. I met a woman at a ball club. A beautiful brunette named Megan. That happens every time I go to bludgeon, but she was different. She had long, thick brown hair, gloomy eyes and she was short. She was so overlooking, like she was a gaffer 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 segmentation."So what do you regret ?"

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

My eyes widened."Married ?"

"Yeah. I should've left wing. I've been in that billet before, and always felt horrible. I'm not the sort of guy that purposelessly goes out and tries to smash married couple, or get Theodore Harold White women to chisel, or leave their husband for me. The few metre I've slept with a marry women - I hate to say this, but it was inadvertent. I wasn't preparation on it or searching for it."

My breathing was temperamental, my pith 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 carpus. I chickened out. I got too scared to say no. She was hanging there. That's when she told me to see in her closet. She told me to bring out a whip she was hiding there."

"A party whip ?"

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

"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 hurting, then begged me to keep going. When it was done, I regretted ever meeting her. I regretted enabling her to cheat, regretted whipping her. I regretted the whole night."

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

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

I was unable to focus for the residuum of his session. constituent of me was so turned on not just from Ulysses, but sleeping with him, the idea of an social occasion with him, maybe even being whipped.

That Nox I took a long bathtub. I set my marriage ceremony ring on the position of the tub and fingered myself to climax several times - thought of Ulysses.

*

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

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

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

I feel nothing as Doug screw 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 fourth academic session - the for the first time time we had sex.

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

He showed up to his one-fourth session. I was wearing another sexy garb. 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 fatal body, human face, peter like his, sex with every Andrew D. White woman he encounters was the normal.

Ulysses tried to fend 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 strong, so fast, so powerfully from him pistoning in and out of me. The deluge of rain outside hopefully muffled my moan of pleasure a bit.

We went quickly, 45 minute of arc into it and he came inside me. He apologized, gathered his clothes 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 succeeding appointment, pushing aside what I just did.

I cried myself to sleep that night, my will quarter round rubbing my hymeneals ring.

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

On the final school term, Ulysses told me he was good-for-nothing, but couldn't see me anymore. He said he's accepted this is how his life story is and will put to work harder to be close-fitting with Devin. That was it. I watched him put his clothes back on and leave.

Leanna caught me crying that dark at the home. 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 Year's Eve. Leanna told me to remove my wedding ring, she was taking me out. I resisted at showtime, but I know why she asked me to off it.

We were at a nightclub, I saw respective men approach her, some of them she pointed to me. One man, she introduced me to. His name was Fat Rob. He's why I'm here, he's why I'm in this place. He's why retentiveness 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 coming. His footsteps are so loud, like thunder. I can't stop riding Fat Rob though.

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

I grit my teeth and keep ass this black man."Yes ! Yes ! roll in the hay yes !"

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

It's raining again, I can discover it outside, over the speech sound of my primaeval grunts or orgasms.

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

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

"Brandi !"he yells, upon entering our elbow room. I don't stop having sex with Fat Rob. I look over my shoulder and see Doug's alarm cheek. 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, unable to look away from my crying husband. He slams his fist into the floor, a sound of scag Echo in the room.

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

Doug is changing, he's turning brighter. He's a calorie-free 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 figure over and over again."Doug, please !"the undimmed igniter 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 centre was going to bristle. I was out of breath. I gripped Leanna's paw 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 closer to his family before he -"Leanna wiped a tear."Before he passed away."

I closed my eyes. I heard the rainfall outside my infirmary windowpane. A meretricious pop of thunder snapped my centre open.

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

"What happened last night ?"I asked, looking around the hospital room, 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 away deal, not seeing it there.

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

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

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

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

"For what, sweetie ?"

"I took you to that club. I introduced you to someone I thought was a friend. That piece of shit - I mean, Fat Rob. I saw him put something in your boozing. 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 glad I saw him slip something into your deglutition. If I hadn't been paying attention -"

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

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

I took a deep breathing space, legal brief simulacrum of the nightmare I had flashed before my eyes. The whipping, the darkness, the chains, the mordant man in the shower, Fat Rob, and finally my late-husband witnessing a horrendous upshot - one that thankfully, wasn't real.

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

*

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

I considered filing a police study. But neither Leanna nor I know his survive public figure, 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 class ago. Leanna keeps the elbow room clean, she dusts it and so on.

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

I sat on the edge of the guest bed, running my hands through my haircloth 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 meretricious. I opened the drawer and stowed it safely away.

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

We painted the walls a dissimilar colouration. There was no double-door to the plump for porch in that room, unlike in my incubus, there was a large window though. We got new shades for it. I moved all furniture out and tear up the carpet.

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

One point remained - a bed. The following weekend, Leanna helped me pick out a new bed for that room - my room. I moved out of the Edgar Albert Guest room that night.

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

Another couple of hebdomad passed. I was at my authority. My 10am appointee cancelled. I decided to make a phone call.


-8-
"Brandi, hey, how are you ?"Ulysses answered my call. It'd been various calendar week 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 architectural plan, we could fulfill for dejeuner today. There's something I'd like to tell you. Sir Thomas More of an apologia, actually."

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

"Great. My treat."

We met a couple hours later at a nearby eating place. I didn't waste matter 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 left bridge player, my wedding ring no longer there.

"I feel the tough about not being up front with you. I have difficulty saying these dustup, what about I'm about to separate you,"I glanced at my hand once more, then back to his eyes.

"I'm not married. I wasn't married when we had sex. My husbanded died over a year ago. I haven't been able to take the hoop off, until recently. I'm so dark, I should've told you, I shouldn't have lunged at you like that during that academic session. But I couldn't say the words, I couldn't let go. I guess I never will, Doug will always be in my sum in some way, but I want you to love I'm sorry for any rue or guiltiness you felt by thinking you had sex with another wed woman."

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

"Yes,"I smiled at him.

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

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

We smiled at each other once more before our meal 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 open up, but not too open, relationship.

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

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

I stood and he squatted, picking me up, my ramification wrapping around his waistline. 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 back, he kissed me again. Propping himself up with his hands, I placed my own manpower on his chest, as he slowly began sliding his cock in and out of me.

I orgasmed moment later, he rolled onto his book binding, taking me with him. Kissing him again, I slowly rode him, savoring his long shaft of light hitting all the right 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 sound 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 Year's, getting drugged, and waking up in the hospital a dyad days later. It was a horrible event.

The nightmare I had is a little fuzzy, some of the contingent lost over fourth dimension. But I'll never forget it. Luckily, I've slept much better. Every once in a while a human being teddy 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 shaft back inside me. We meet up occasionally for lunch or dinner - then sex. He's not my young man, just a great friend.

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

I'm thought of moving back to capital of West Virginia. Leanna and I weren't as closelipped to Doug's folk. Since he's gone now, maybe it's time I return home.

This intense orgasm walk, Ulysses holding me. We kiss, he sits up, his prick still embedded inside me and takes me the exhibitioner to join Devin.

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

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

The end .