introduction

The way is dark and hazy. I'm suspension, my wrists tied to a strand of some sort 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 remember anything from the last hour. I have no idea how I got here. All I know is my pussy is numb, dripping with juices.

The climax washes over me and the nigrify man leaves. Another takes his place. He grabs my wooden leg, pulls them around his waistline 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 dawn or night. Black man after black man take me as I hang here. Every one of them brings me to powerful coming. My trunk smell like jelly.

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

He stands in strawman of me, pulls me up like the others did and slither his fat dick in me. I cry out, moaning, looking to the cap. All I see is a single bright luminance above me. His prick feels so proficient, so buddy-buddy and big.

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

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

She did tell me to move out 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 feeling, feeling helpless, hanging there, my radiocarpal joint tied. I can get a line the chain rattle 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 straits. Did Leanna make out this would find ? Did she know I'd be here with this man ?

Thomas More memory board return. I see my daughter, tall, red hair smiling at me, leading me somewhere. To a construction. I see her smiling typeface after she whispers in my ear to loose and have fun. We were at a cabaret, that's what led me here - a stupid night club.

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

Fat Rob slaps my ass, grits his teeth, and cum inside me. It feels so good. His vast load of warm seminal fluid fill me up. He steps away smiles, laughing,"That's a good cunt, young lady Brandi. How old did you say you were ?"

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

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

Fat Rob kisses my exit hand,"That's a Nice baseball diamond your husband got you. How long you two been married ?"

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

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

The next thing I know, the way dims, darker and darker before going pitch black. My scramble storage return as I try to piece this night together.


-1-
A twosome calendar month ago, November, I was waiting for someone. I was sitting in my position waiting for him to get. I'm a counselor, some may call me a head-shrinker, but I'm not a head-shrinker. I can't prescribe medicine ; 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 doughnut, cerebration of Doug, thinking of his grinning. Doug, Leanna and I moved to Atlanta a class prior to be tight to Doug's family. Truthfully, I hated the move, but agreed to it. piece of 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 kick in this guy a few more than instant to arrive.

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

There was a knocking at the doorway, 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 summer time though.

"hullo ?"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, come in,"I stammered. I cleared my throat, approached him, extending my helping hand. I introduced myself as Brandi.
He shook it softly, smiling back at me. With my high heels 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 sentiment. Ulysses was very hefty, wearing a fuddled t-shirt, and consignment pants. The rain had an effect on his skin - his dark-chocolate skin, making it shine. He wiped his forehead of rain.

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

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

He was nervous, most 1st timekeeper are. I was flighty too, but not about meeting a new patient. He was having that effect on me.

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

"Well, um, not for sure where to begin. I guess I'm just having number when it comes to a certain prospect of my liveliness,"Ulysses answered.

"Ok, well I'll do my expert to ply guidance."

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

"You can recite me. Are you having focus or anxiety effect ? Problems coping with body of work, trouble adjusting to changes in lifetime ?"I asked, staring into his eyes, avoiding his biceps and chests.

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

"Oh, I see,"my thinker initially thought of performance issues. I've counseled a few kinfolk that had anxieties and other return that affected their sex animation negatively.

"No, not operation problems. I just um,"he register my brain and paused again.

Thinking about past patients, I pressed him further."Sexual preference result ? Maybe another type of dysfunction ?"

Ulysses shook his straits."No,"he took a deeply breath."Sex is my life. Everything about lifetime 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 muscular physical body, then to his apprehension pulled back into a ponytail, finally, embarrassingly, I glanced to his crotch.

"I see,"I collected my thinking, jotting this Down on my notepad."So you feel you may feature some kind of addiction to sex ?"

"No. I don't. That's the thing. I'm not addicted. The thought of going weeks or months without it, yeah I guess it'd suck, but I'd be very well. 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 alien, sometimes not, but it never fails. I go out of town for work, daughter at the hotel front end desk. I fly out of the country for oeuvre, the flying attendant on the aeroplane. I want to go catch a movie alone late one dark, the college student that works there. I even offered to help do thou employment for an older adult female I know, and well, like everything else, it ended up with sex."

"So they initiate ?"

"Yes, always."

"Why is this bothering you ?"

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

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

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

"All these beautiful charwoman, E. B. White women, I just,"Ulysses sighed, shaking his head.

"White fair sex ?"I asked, my meat charge per unit increasing.

"Yes. A few Latina as well, but most all have been white. I don't know if it's because I'm black or what. But I want to say no, I want to not feel like a piece of core, 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 fours, I'm being whipped by Fat Rob. The walls look like they're on firing. Am I in infernal region ? Is this fiend, Fat Rob, going to render 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, ineffective to apologize before another sexual climax comes over me.

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

He slams me down on the bed, the fiery upshot of the paries subsides, I Shirley Temple Black out again, thinking of the first day I met Ulysses.

*

"My father remarried when I was 12 or so. Her name is Devin. She was a new, white woman, blond,"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 class ago."

I made a note and nodded for him to continue.

"She was, is, wonderful. She helped heighten 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 take me to sporting events while my dad worked. She was a with child supporter. Then I got older."

"That's when things became more intimate ?"

"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 Pres Young and foolish, maybe I had a jam on her, maybe I loved her - I don't know. But it was incredible. Our undercover affair."

Ulysses chuckled cerebration of a memory.

"What ?"I asked.

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

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

Ulysses'face went serious."About 100 little girl showed up. 50 or so didn't. As I said, Devin invited all of them. Of the single that showed up, they were White person. There was a job out of our mansion, going to the pavement and down the street. All these girls,"Ulysses paused.

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

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

I nodded my mind, the visual sinking in, the imagery of 100 18-year-old bloodless girls in a strain riding this man's black cock - I shook my brain, 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 upright chance at college, and so on, Devin and I remained. We made love in my room. I didn't conclusion with those girls, but I did finish in her."

I took line and paused,"Do you jazz Devin ?"

"Yes, very much."

"Yet you have sex with other charwoman ?"

"Her and I aren't technically a distich. I sorta view her as a female parent physique. She's like the mom I never had and dear me in every way. I guess our family relationship is open, unconditional."

peculiarity was getting the near of me,"So you have sex with other women, most are white. Is this a daily event ?"

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

Thoughts of various blank woman leaving and arriving to his home base to have sex with him daily flashed in my head. I looked at his arms, thigh - wow. I had to sharpen, I needed to be professional person. I glanced to my notepad and wedding ring.

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

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

I checked the time, it was nearing the end of his showtime academic term. We chatted a little more about Devin, how lots she means to him, how much they care for one another.

"Ulysses, I want you to really prove 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 intimate. 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 buff. That's up to you though. Mainly, spend extra meter with her and her only, not having sex. Try it,"I smiled at him.

He smiled back and stood. We shook hands and I told him I'd see him following week.

I watched him from my window, race across the parking lot to his car. I couldn't helper but think how handsome and courteous he was. No wonder white adult female like him. I felt shame for thinking that, clutching my left script, running my finger over my marriage ring.

*

I hear my daughter somewhere. She's crying out in delight. One of Fat Rob's Friend must be fucking her. I'm in Fat Rob's implements of war, kissing him as he bounces me on his cock. I never want to entrust this place.

He's taking me somewhere, down a hall. We enter a room. I see my daughter on a bed, riding a black man, her custody in her recollective red mane, grinding her hips against him. He has a smug look on his brass 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 handwriting through her hair."I love black dick. I'm so sword lily we went out tonight."

I try to react, but can't. The monumental Fat Rob is on top of me, making me cum so undecomposed once more.

After seeing and hearing Leanna cum again, the men take a break, leaving us alone. She rolls over, smiling at me. Did she lend me here ? I still can't shape this out. The room goes dark again.


-3-

thought process back to Ulysses'moment engagement, I decided to ask about his work-life.

"Sex there too,"he bluntly admitted."No I'm not a male person prostitute."

I laughed,"I didn't think you were."

"I've done yoga teaching, personal flight simulator work, but mostly some, well, fitness molding,"he bashfully admitted.

"That's why you travel ?"

"Right. Different locations for respective photoshoots. Been to European Union, brazil, all over."

"So you have sex with the great unwashed you meet there ? topical anesthetic ?"I asked.

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

"Has this caused upshot for your work ?"

"Not yet. None of the women have tried to get me fired for sleeping with another theoretical account, or tried to falsify their way into shooting with me. It's all been drama 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 sleep 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 hard - his hard-on. I scolded myself internally and focused on my job.

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

"I tried that. Didn't work. I had a pic shoot with a magazine called elite clip. I thought it was going to be childlike hooey in the gym, doing practice, lifting weight and so on. It'd be for their wellness and fittingness division of the powder magazine. 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 blackness men. It also turns out that,"he shrugged."All the female models are albumen. And it just so happens white female models are used in pretty lots every clause type. Fitness, wellness, cars, street bikes, entertainment discussion section all have black male models and lily-white female person models."

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

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

"Both ?"

"There were two theoretical account. Two blond, fairly big in the stern,"Ulysses said.

"Oh. I understand."

"They had them wearing tiny exercise outfits. They posed us in all sorts of ill at ease poses to pretend it look like they were coming on to me at the gym. Jenna and Alexis. They were nice female child, but I knew sex with the two of them would happen. They purposefully made sure enough 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 airs. Jenna would be in strawman of me, Alexis behind me, rubbing my shoulders. One pose of the both of them face me, my sleeve around them resting my men 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 shower. Both were naked, both entered, and well, the water ran cold we were in there so long. Then afterward we kept going, they used their ‘ gift'a lot on me."

I giggled, I knew he meant their big butt end."I see. Well to labour things away from sex, perhaps consider -"

"A life history change ?"Ulysses joked.

"Yes !"I laughed.

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

*

The elbow room is so brilliantly 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 dim men.

"No,"I struggle to leave our chamber, using the paries to stabilize me. I don't trouble putting on clothes.

I hear moans coming from Leanna's elbow room. I barge in and see her being double teamed by two sinister 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 pass on. Now ! My married man 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 crew make their way out.

I hear Leanna whining and complaining as the two men she's with leave-taking. Some are clothed, some are naked, 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 tending, she happily walks about, totally nude.

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

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

Strange, the shower is running. Did I leave it on ? Everything seems so confusing now. I enter the bathroom and pull back the drape. One of Fat Rob's friends is in there showering and jacking off. I stare at that massive black pecker, didder my head, take a late breath and get in the cascade with him.


-4-

I don't know his public figure, or why he stayed stern. Why didn't he leave with Fat Rob, why couldn't he shower elsewhere ?

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

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

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

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

"It was groovy. Productive,"I hear him say at the cesspit. I can't remember where he went, but I'm guessing employment related.

"You and Leanna have a overnice weekend ?"He asks me. My principal is bobbing back and Forth River on the cock. The black guy has his hands on my read/write head holding me in place.

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

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

"Good,"Doug leaves the bathroom. I stand, kiss the black-market guy, and turn 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 aching,"I answer. The man catch my head, kissing my neck, then crush my mammilla from behind.

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

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

He picks me up, it's his turn to cum. I can seem over the top of the shower drapery 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 exhibitioner with a inkiness guy getting relentlessly fucked.

Why doesn't Doug hear us ? Why doesn't he descend in and stop it ? How can he not know ? Where are the black guy's wearing apparel ? Energy Doug see them ?
My eye roll in the rear of my mind once more as I feel my pussy fill with seminal fluid. I look to the bedroom again, Doug is gone. I need this black guy gone too, before Doug sees him.

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

I kiss my exhibitioner buff so long and look on him leave our home through her chamber. I climb in bed and wait for my husband to return.

When he does he get me raw, pegleg feast. He undresses and climbs on top. As he enters me I wonder if he can feel a difference. I wonder if I'll ever be the same.

I turn my head to reckon 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 husband make beloved to me. Fat Rob takes his dick 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 turncock inside me instead of my husband's. I start cumming.

"Yes ! Yes !"I cry out to Fat Rob, climaxing at the Saami time. Fat Rob nods, puts his dick back in his pant and leaves.

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

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

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

*

This party whip hurts so bad, but tactile property so very sound. 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 black men are taking turning doing it and fucking me as I hang from my wrist joint again.

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

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


-5-

I remember I wore something a good deal nicer and sexier than usual garb for my next appointment with Ulysses. It was a tighter, unretentive apparel, new shoes. Adjusting my wedding tintinnabulation, I felt silly, but figured no harm would occur from dressing nicer.

"Ulysses, I want to talk about rue. Not simply feeling bad that sex is a vast part of your spirit, but is there anything you really regret that you struggle to make peace treaty with ? Perhaps to do that would help you sense more fulfillment out of life."

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

"Yeah,"he eventually spoke up.

I waited for him to answer, giving him time.

"I was in Miami. I go down there often for workplace, shoots and so on. I met a fair sex at a cabaret. A beautiful brunette named Megan. That happens every clock time I go to clubs, but she was different. She had long, thick brown hair, blue eyes and she was brusk. She was so commanding, like she was a political boss or manager, and knew what she wanted and how to get it."

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

"Yeah."

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

"Megan took me home. 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 situation before, and always felt ugly. I'm not the form of guy that purposelessly goes out and tries to ruin wedding, or get white women to cheat, or leave their married man for me. The few fourth dimension I've slept with a conjoin charwoman - I hate to say this, but it was inadvertent. I wasn't planning on it or searching for it."

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

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

"You were enjoying it."

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

"A party whip ?"

"Yeah. She wanted me to whip her. I thought it was a racial thing. Joseph Black hard worker 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."

"Cheating ?"

"She didn't say. But I complied, like an imbecile. I whipped that poor woman over and over just like she asked me to. She cried out from pain sensation, then begged me to stay fresh going. When it was done, I regretted ever meeting her. I regretted enabling her to cheat, regretted whipping her. I regretted the hale night."

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

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

I was ineffectual to focus for the rest of his school term. constituent of me was so turned on not just from Ulysses, but sleeping with him, the thought of an amour with him, maybe even being whipped.

That night I took a recollective tub. I set my wedding ring on the side of the tub and fingered myself to climax several times - thinking of Ulysses.

*

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

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

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

I feel nada as Doug piece of tail 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 quartern seance - the world-class sentence we had sex.

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

He showed up to his fourth session. I was wearing another sexy dress. I fingered myself all week cerebration of him. I practically jumped on him.

He was startled, not expecting it. But I knew deep down he knew it would pass off - with a dark body, face, cock like his, sex with every whitened woman 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 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 deluge of rain outside hopefully muffled my moans of joy a bit.

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

My kitty-cat was oozing semen onto my desk. After a few minutes, I went to my knee joint and licked it from my desk. I put my apparel on, sat in my chair and waited for my next appointee, pushing aside what I just did.

I cried myself to sleep that Night, my pass on thumb rubbing my nuptials 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 semen each time.

On the final academic term, 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 work harder to be closer with Devin. That was it. I watched him put his wearing apparel back on and leave.

Leanna caught me crying that Nox at the planetary house. She tried consoling me, but I brushed her off. I saw the look of concern on her case, but I had to trade with what I've done on my own.

*

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

It was New class's Eve. Leanna told me to remove my wedding ringing, 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 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 station. He's why computer memory were blurred. 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 retrieve where. I'm riding Fat Rob so hard, I feel like the bed will break.

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

I hear Doug approaching. His footsteps are so aloud, like thunder. I can't arrest 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 ! fuck yes !"

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

It's raining again, I can listen it outside, over the sound of my primordial grunts or orgasms.

He's taking forever to pass our sleeping accommodation and watch me in the act. Why is he moving so behind ?

Sir Thomas More thundering footstep, my name being called. Fat Rob slap 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 articulatio humeri and see Doug's horror-stricken look. He falls to his knee's crying.

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

"Mom !"Leanna says. I am paralytic, unable to look away from my crying married man. He slams his clenched fist into the story, a sound of boom sound reflection in the room.

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

Doug is changing, he's turning brighter. He's a Light Within 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 brilliantly brightness level is blinding now. I can't breathe.


-7-

"Doug ! Doug !"I woke up in a hospital 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 name over and over.

"Mom,"Leanna shook her head.

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

"Mom, no, he's -"

It felt like my heart was going to burst. I was out of intimation. I gripped Leanna's hand as severely 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, commend, that's why we moved here. So he could be finisher to his family before he -"Leanna wiped a tear."Before he passed away."

I closed my eyes. I heard the rain outside my hospital windowpane. A loud pop of nose drops snapped my eyes open.

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

"What happened close 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 tintinnabulation ?"I glanced to my left hand, not seeing it there.

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

"Did you -"
"Yes, mom. I thought if you could conduct 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 sorry,"Leanna's crying returned.

"For what, sweetie ?"

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

"Leanna,"I cried.

"Mom, you wouldn't wake up. He must've put too 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 slip something into your crapulence. If I hadn't been paying aid -"

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

I held her for respective bit as she cried."I'm alive, I'm awake, I'm fine."

I took a deep breath, brief figure of speech of the nightmare I had flashed before my eyes. The debacle, the darkness, the mountain range, the black man in the exhibitioner, Fat Rob, and finally my late-husband witnessing a dreaded issue - one that thankfully, wasn't real.

I shook the look-alike from my head and held my daughter. She was still wearing the apparel she wore on our night out.

*

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

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

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

I moved into the guest room after Doug died. I couldn't be in our room, it hurt too a great deal to not stimulate him there.

I sat on the edge of the node bed, running my hired man through my hairsbreadth when something caught my eye - my wedding tintinnabulation on the bedside table.

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

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

We painted the bulwark a different coloring material. There was no double-door to the rear porch in that elbow room, unlike in my nightmare, there was a expectant window though. We got new shades for it. I moved all article of furniture out and tore up the carpet.

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

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

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

Another match of hebdomad passed. I was at my bureau. My 10am appointment cancelled. I decided to arrive at a headphone call.


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

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

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

"Listen, I was thinking if you don't have plans, we could touch for lunch today. There's something I'd like to narrate you. More of an apologia, actually."

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

"Great. My treat."

We met a couple hours later at a nearby eating house. I didn't dissipation any prison term ; 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 hassle saying these run-in, what about I'm about to say you,"I glanced at my helping hand once more, then back to his eyes.

"I'm not married. I wasn't married when we had sex. My husbanded died over a year ago. I haven't been capable to take 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 session. But I couldn't say the wrangle, I couldn't let go. I guess I never will, Doug will always be in my pump in some way, but I want you to know I'm sorry for any sorrow or guilt you felt by thinking you had sex with another married woman."

Ulysses was muted, eyes wide, taking my Logos in."Brandi, I, um, thanks. I did experience 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 severe to say that they're gone, that you're not married anymore and to look at off the ring."

"Yes,"I smiled at him.

"Are you doing ok ? I mean, are you feeling skilful 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 repast arrived. I learned more of Ulysses that day. I learned he actually took my advice. He and his erstwhile stepmother are thinking about moving in with one another and maintaining an give, but not too unresolved, relationship.

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

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

I stood and he squatted, picking me up, my legs 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 spinal column, he kissed me again. Propping himself up with his workforce, I placed my own deal on his dresser, as he slowly began sliding his tool in and out of me.

I orgasmed minutes later, he rolled onto his backbone, taking me with him. Kissing him again, I slowly twit him, savoring his long irradiation 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 peachy, he suggested I meet Devin. At the clip I was ok if I never saw him again. However, I know that I feel much better now.

I did see him again. I'm fabrication in his branch right now. It's been a few calendar month since my night out with Leanna on New twelvemonth's, getting drugged, and waking up in the hospital a mates sidereal day later. It was a horrible event.

The nightmare I had is a little fuzzy, some of the particular lost over meter. But I'll never forget it. Luckily, I've slept much better. Every once in a while a homo teddy bear bear, named Leanna, will connect 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 stopcock back inside me. We meet up occasionally for lunch or dinner - then sex. He's not my boyfriend, just a bang-up 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 unit. Since he's gone now, maybe it's time I return home.

This intense climax mountain pass, Ulysses holding me. We kiss, he sits up, his hammer still embedded inside me and takes me the rain shower to join Devin.

Ulysses sets me down in the rain shower. Devin squeeze and kisses me on the buttock. I smile at her and we both go to our knees to service Ulysses'long, iniquity rod.
I pop his cockhead out of my mouth. I look to him, seeing him smile at me. I'm sword lily I was able to help him a piddling during those few hebdomad I was his therapist.

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

The end .