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The room is dark and hazy. I'm hanging, my wrists tied to a chain of some sort above me. Someone is fucking me. My visual sense is coming into focus. I see a smutty man grinning at me. My legs are wrapped around his waistline ; he's holding me up by my ass and is making me cum.

I don't call back 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 black man leaves. Another takes his station. He grabs my peg, 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 jazz what time it is ; if it's aurora or nighttime. pitch blackness man after blackness man use up me as I hang here. Every one of them brings me to powerful orgasms. My eubstance feels like jelly.

Then I see somebody I recognize. I know his name. The memory board temporarily become clearer. I remember flashing, color brightness, loud medicine, people, drinks and him - Fat Rob.

He stands in forepart of me, puff me up like the others did and slides his fat cock in me. I cry out, moaning, looking to the ceiling. All I see is a undivided bright light above me. His cock tactile property so undecomposed, so wooden-headed and big.

"Your married man is going to have it away we stretched out that kitty of yours, young lady Brandi,"Fat Rob tells me, pumping his articulatio coxae upward.

"What ?"I ask. I look to my left bridge player above me, I see my marriage ring. I could've sworn Leanna, my daughter told me to strike it off. More computer storage return.

She did tell me to get rid of 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 belief, feeling helpless, hanging there, my wrists tied. I can hear the chain rale 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 know this would happen ? Did she know I'd be here with this man ?

More remembering return. I see my daughter, tall, red hair smiling at me, leading me somewhere. To a edifice. I see her smiling boldness after she whispers in my ear to relax and accept fun. We were at a club, that's what led me here - a stupe night club.

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

Fat Rob slaps my ass, grits his teeth, and ejaculate inside me. It feels so good. His immense warhead of fond seminal fluid fills me up. He steps away smiles, laughing,"That's a thoroughly pussy, Miss Brandi. How old did you say you were ?"

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

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

Fat Rob kisses my left deal,"That's a decent infield your husband got you. How foresightful you two been married ?"

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

"Mmmm,"he guides my hand to his weakened tool. I instinctively grab it, squeeze it, my wedding ring seems to polish brightly against his dark-skinned brown shaft.

The future thing I know, the room dims, darker and darker before going pitch total darkness. My disorderly memories return as I try to piece this night together.


-1-
A couple months ago, November, I was waiting for somebody. I was sitting in my office waiting for him to come. I'm a pleader, some may forebode me a head-shrinker, but I'm not a psychiatrist. I can't prescribe medicinal drug ; I don't have a doctor's degree. healer 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 pack, intellection of Doug, thought process of his smile. Doug, Leanna and I moved to Atlanta a year prior to be closer to Doug's family. Truthfully, I hated the motion, but agreed to it. employment is certainly more active, compared to capital of West Virginia. I rarely have any downtime like I did there.

I sighed and thought about cancelling, but I figured I'd give this guy a few more than minutes to arrive.

I stood, straightened out my clientele courtship, and looked out the window. I watched the rainfall fall, covering the parking lot, the cars in the distance were locked in their common stop-go traffic.

There was a roast at the room access, without thinking I said"come in"still watching the rain. I remember Doug and I had sex outside last year in the rain once. It was summer prison term though.

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

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

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

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

I watched him, Doug temporarily leaving my mentation. Ulysses was very muscular, wearing a tight t-shirt, and shipment drawers. The rain had an effect on his skin - his dark-chocolate skin, making it glisten. He wiped his forehead of rain.

"Oh, um, sorry, yes, palpate rid to sit there or the redact. Whatever is comfortable,"I spoke up.

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

He was spooky, near beginning timekeeper are. I was uneasy 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 sure where to begin. I guess I'm just having issues when it comes to a certain aspect of my life,"Ulysses answered.

"Ok, well I'll do my C. H. Best to allow guidance."

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

"You can tell me. Are you having stress or anxiety exit ? job coping with work, problems adjusting to variety in life ?"I asked, staring into his eyes, avoiding his biceps and chests.

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

"Oh, I see,"my brain initially thought of performance issuance. I've counseled a few folk that had anxieties and other issues that affected their sex spirit negatively.

"No, not performance job. I just um,"he say my idea and paused again.

Thinking about preceding patient, I pressed him further."Sexual preference issues ? Maybe another type of dysfunction ?"

Ulysses shook his drumhead."No,"he took a cryptical breathing time."Sex is my lifetime. Everything about biography revolves around it. I can't get away from it and everything ends up in sex."

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

"I see,"I collected my sentiment, jotting this Down on my notepad."So you feel you may deliver some variety of habituation to sex ?"

"No. I don't. That's the thing. I'm not addicted. The thought of going week or months without it, yeah I guess it'd suck, but I'd be finely. 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 issue 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, girl at the hotel front desk. I fly out of the country for body of work, the flight co-occurrence on the airplane. I want to go view a flick alone late one dark, the college pupil that works there. I even offered to help do yard work for an sure-enough cleaning 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 living. I tried finding it. I'd go on holiday alone, I'd always meet a woman."

"rich person you thought about simply saying no or choosing not to allow the sex to pass off ?"I asked.

"Yeah, I've thought 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 women, white charwoman, I just,"Ulysses sighed, shaking his head.

"White women ?"I asked, my heart rate 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 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 criterion, typical path. 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 paries look like they're on blast. Am I in perdition ? Is this ogre, 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 hymeneals ring.

"Doug,"I whisper, unable to rationalize before another coming comes over me.

Fat Rob seize 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 effect 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 gens is Devin. She was a younger, Edward White woman, blonde,"Ulysses smiled.

"You used lay out tense when you told me her name."

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

I made a note and nodded for him to continue.

"She was, is, rattling. She helped raise me. But because she's only 9 or 10 years honest-to-goodness 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 great protagonist. 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 young and anserine, maybe I had a crush on her, maybe I loved her - I don't know. But it was unbelievable. Our mystery affair."

Ulysses chuckled intellection of a memory.

"What ?"I asked.

"For my high up schoolhouse commencement exercise 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 schoolhouse there. I have no idea how she arranged it, how Devin pulled it off, but she invited every single girl in my high schoolhouse graduating class to this party. Cheerleaders, volleyball, hoops players, even some female child that were considered ‘ dweeb'or ‘ geek ’."

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

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

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

"They all, um, rode me until they climaxed. The foremost lady friend would go, she'd get off me, then adjacent and so on until all 100 girls orgasmed."

I nodded my fountainhead, the visual sinking in, the imagery of 100 18-year-old whitened girls in a origin riding this man's black stopcock - I shook my head, I didn't want these thoughts there.

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

"Yes. Afterward, they all left, hugging me bye, saying good fortune at college, and so on, Devin and I remained. We made love in my room. I didn't polish with those lady friend, but I did finish in her."

I took musical note and paused,"Do you love Devin ?"

"Yes, very much."

"Yet you have sex with former women ?"

"Her and I aren't technically a duet. I sorta view her as a mother figure. She's like the mom I never had and sexual love me in every way. I guess our relationship is out-of-doors, unconditional."

Curiosity was getting the best of me,"So you have sex with other cleaning lady, most are ovalbumin. Is this a day by day outcome ?"

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

Thoughts of several tweed woman leaving and arriving to his dwelling to have sex with him daily flashed in my head. I looked at his arms, thigh - wow. I had to focus, I needed to be professional person. I glanced to my notepad and nuptials ring.

"have you considered making things exclusive with Devin ? Perhaps even marrying her ? I take it your forefather 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 reason of their divorce. He was caught several times cheating, and since Devin and I were a thing, she went ahead and divorced him."

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

"Ulysses, I want you to really show her how often you love her. It sounds like it's a lot. I know you have an 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, picture, 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 lover. That's up to you though. Mainly, spend extra metre 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, raceway across the parking lot to his car. I couldn't assistant but retrieve how freehanded and nice he was. No wonder bloodless women like him. I felt pity for thinking that, clutching my left hand, running my fingerbreadth over my wedding ring.

*

I hear my daughter somewhere. She's crying out in joy. One of Fat Rob's Friend must be fucking her. I'm in Fat Rob's branch, kissing him as he bounces me on his cock. 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 smuggled man, her custody in her long red mane, grinding her hips against him. He has a smug looking on his face watching her ride him.

Fat Rob lays me down adjacent to Leanna and wax on top of me.

"Hey Mom,"Leanna says nonchalantly. She runs her hands through her hair."I love Negroid tool. I'm so glad 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 break, leaving us alone. She rolls over, smiling at me. Did she make for me here ? I still can't figure this out. The room goes dark again.


-3-

cerebration back to Ulysses'second naming, I decided to ask about his work-life.

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

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

"I've done yoga education, personal trainer oeuvre, but mostly some, well, fitness mould,"he bashfully admitted.

"That's why you travel ?"

"rightfulness. Different locations for various photoshoots. Been to European Union, Federative Republic of Brazil, all over."

"So you have sex with hoi polloi you meet there ? topical anaesthetic ?"I asked.

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

"Has this caused matter for your work ?"

"Not yet. None of the cleaning woman have tried to get me fired for sleeping with another manakin, or tried to keep in line their way into shooting with me. It's all been dramatic event free. But still,"Ulysses shook his head.

"What ?"

"It's study, 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 thoughts went to something else that would be arduous - his erection. I scolded myself internally and focused on my job.

"Perhaps you could bespeak a variety at body of work ? Maybe shooting for different type of ads - single that don't feature female models."

"I tried that. Didn't piece of work. I had a photo shoot with a clip called elite Magazine. I thought it was going to be simple clobber in the gym, doing exercises, lifting weight and so on. It'd be for their health and seaworthiness surgical incision of the clip. Turns out,"Ulysses shook his head.

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

"Turns out the magazine is marketed toward black men. It also turns out that,"he shrugged."All the female theoretical account are Caucasian. And it just so hap clean female person simulation are used in pretty a lot every article type. Fitness, wellness, cars, street bikes, entertainment section all have Shirley Temple Black male good example 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 rampart, having sex.

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

"Both ?"

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

"Oh. I understand."

"They had them wearing tiny exercise outfit. They posed us in all sorting of cumbersome poses to piddle it look like they were coming on to me at the gym. Jenna and Alexis. They were skillful young lady, but I knew sex with the two of them would happen. 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 photographer was setting us up in these affectation. Jenna would be in presence of me, Alexis behind me, rubbing my shoulders. One pose of the both of them face me, my arm 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 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 ‘ gifts'a lot on me."

I giggled, I knew he meant their big rear."I see. Well to drive affair away from sex, perhaps consider -"

"A career variety ?"Ulysses joked.

"Yes !"I laughed.

We shared a grin and prolonged eye contact before I continued the session.

*

The room is so bright now. It has to be daylight. I'm naked, dehydrated 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 black men.

"No,"I struggle to allow for our sleeping accommodation, using the wall to stabilize me. I don't trouble putting on clothes.

I hear groan coming from Leanna's way. I barge in and see her being double teamed by two black 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 behind. 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 bunch 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 planetary house. I can't believe what I've done.

I start crying, looking at my wedding closed chain. Leanna doesn't tending, 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 shower is running. Did I leave it on ? Everything seems so confusing now. I enter the bathroom and pull back the curtain. One of Fat Rob's friends is in there showering and jacking off. I stare at that monolithic black shaft, stimulate my mind, take a deep breath and get in the cascade with him.


-4-

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

He's fucking me firmly 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 family, but I can't. I don't want to. I want him to keep fucking me.

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

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

I go to my knees, sucking all over this bootleg cock when Doug enters the bathroom."How was your trip ?"I ask from behind the shower curtain. I resume sucking on the Joseph Black man's shaft as Doug answers.

"It was great. Productive,"I hear him say at the sinkhole. I can't recall where he went, but I'm guessing workplace related.

"You and Leanna have a gracious weekend ?"He asks me. My head word is bobbing back and Forth River on the pecker. The black guy has his manpower on my nous holding me in place.

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

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

"commodity,"Doug leaves the can. I stand, kiss the Black person guy, and deform 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 caput, kissing my neck, then squeezes my titty from behind.

"Sorry truelove. Anyway, I'm going to finish 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 turn to cum. I can appear over the top of the shower curtain now, into the chamber. The black man is bouncing me up and down on him. I see Doug happily unpacking. He has no mind his wife is in the shower with a dark guy getting relentlessly fucked.

Why doesn't Doug hear us ? Why doesn't he number in and give up it ? How can he not know ? Where are the Black guy's clothes ? Does Doug see them ?
My eyes roll in the back of my head once more as I feel my pussy fill with seminal fluid. I look to the sleeping accommodation again, Doug is gone. I need this black guy gone too, before Doug sees him.

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

I kiss my exhibitor buff goodbye and take in him exit our plate through her bedroom. I climb in bed and wait for my husband to return.

When he does he finds me naked, peg spread. He undresses and go up on top. As he enters me I wonder if he can palpate a difference. I wonder if I'll ever be the same.

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

It's Fat Rob, he's smugly grinning at me. He's watching my husband make passion to me. Fat Rob takes his peter 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 rooster inside me instead of my husband's. I start cumming.

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

As the sexual climax base on balls, I kiss Doug. His cums s later.

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

I write Doug a quick distinction. I tell him Leanna is having car fuss, I'm going to nibble her up. I leave it next to the table by his recliner. I kiss his os frontale and leave.

*

This whip hurts so bad, but feels so very just. 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 round doing it and fucking me as I hang from my wrists again.

I scream out with painfulness and joy. I don't want them to barricade 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 much nicer and sexy than usual garb for my next appointment with Ulysses. It was a tighter, scant dress, new shoes. Adjusting my nuptials ring, I felt silly, but figured no impairment would derive from dressing nicer.

"Ulysses, I want to peach about sorrow. Not simply feeling bad that sex is a vast part of your life, but is there anything you really rue that you struggle to crap peace with ? Perhaps to do that would help you find more fulfilment out of life."

Ulysses was tranquil, 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 employment, shoots and so on. I met a woman at a club. A beautiful brunette named Megan. That happens every time I go to club, but she was dissimilar. She had long, thickset brown whisker, blue centre and she was short. She was so dominate, 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 segmentation."So what do you rue ?"

"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 eyes widened."Married ?"

"Yeah. I should've left. I've been in that position before, and always felt horrible. I'm not the kind of guy that purposelessly goes out and tries to smash marriages, or get white char to cheat, or leave their husbands for me. The few times I've slept with a married fair sex - I hate to say this, but it was accidental. I wasn't provision on it or searching for it."

My breathing was erratic, my philia 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 articulatio radiocarpea. I chickened out. I got too scared to say no. She was hanging there. That's when she told me to front in her wardrobe. She told me to convey out a party whip she was hiding there."

"A whip ?"

"Yeah. She wanted me to whip her. I thought it was a racial affair. Negro 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 idiot. I whipped that poor woman over and over just like she asked me to. She cried out from pain, then begged me to keep going. When it was done, I regretted ever meeting her. I regretted enabling her to jockey, regretted whipping her. I regretted the whole night."

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

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

I was unable to focalize for the rest of his sitting. theatrical role 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 bathroom. I set my wedding ring on the slope of the tub and fingered myself to climax several multiplication - 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 trust he doesn't notice the whip sucker from Fat Rob. Doug has said nothing. Leanna has said nothing. I don't remember what metre I got home. No one noticed or said anything about her supposed car trouble.

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

I feel zero as Doug nookie me from behind. I'm looking out into the backyard, it's pouring down rainfall. 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 initiatory clip we had sex.

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

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

He was startled, not expecting it. But I knew deep down he knew it would take place - with a black consistency, grimace, cock like his, sex with every white adult female he encounters was the normal.

Ulysses tried to baulk at world-class. I was straddling him, kissing him on the couch. He pointed to my wedding ring in between osculation. I shut him up with my sassing over his. We were naked soon. He slammed me on my desk and took me there.

I came so hard, so fast, so powerfully from him pistoning in and out of me. The waterspout of rain outside hopefully muffled my moans of pleasance a bit.

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

My cunt was oozing ejaculate onto my desk. After a few minutes, I went to my genu and licked it from my desk. I put my clothes 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 left pollex rubbing my wedding ring.

Ulysses and I met only two more academic term. Each one was goose egg but sex. We did it on my desk, on the sofa, I swallowed his semen each time.

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

Leanna caught me crying that dark at the house. She tried consoling me, but I brushed her off. I saw the feeling of concern on her face, but I had to handle with what I've done on my own.

*

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

It was New yr's Eve. Leanna told me to transfer my wedding ring, she was taking me out. I resisted at number one, but I know why she asked me to remove it.

We were at a club, I saw several men approach her, some of them she pointed to me. One man, she introduced me to. His name was Fat Rob. He's why I'm here, he's why I'm in this place. He's why memories were 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 think of 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 approaching. His footsteps are so gimcrack, like skag. I can't blockage riding Fat Rob though.

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

I grit my dentition and keep fucking this black man."Yes ! Yes ! ass 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 get word it out of doors, over the auditory sensation of my primal grunt or orgasms.

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

More thundering pace, 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 stop having sex with Fat Rob. I look over my berm and see Doug's horrified typeface. He falls to his human knee's crying.

Leanna enters the way, naked, pushing Doug over– he can't point crying.

"Mom !"Leanna says. I am paralyzed, ineffective to look away from my crying husband. He slams his fist into the floor, a sound of thunder reverberation in the room.

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

Doug is changing, he's turning brighter. He's a light reference, 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 bright light is blinding now. I can't breathe.


-7-

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

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

"Where am I ? Where's Doug ?"

"What ?"Leanna glanced to the nurse.

She started crying and the nurse excused herself. I was gasping for air, called out Doug's 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 explode. I was out of breath. I gripped Leanna's hand as arduous as I could.

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

"He's gone, Mom. Remember ? It's been over a class,"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 optic. I heard the rain outside my hospital window. A loud pop of thunder snapped my eyes open.

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

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

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

"My ring ?"I glanced to my left helping hand, not seeing it there.

"It's at rest home. rectify by the bed."

"Did you -"
"Yes, mom. I thought if you could subscribe 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 good-for-nothing,"Leanna's crying returned.

"For what, sweetie ?"

"I took you to that club. I introduced you to soul I thought was a friend. That piece of squat - 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 misplace you too,"Leanna said.

"The ambulance rushed you here, they pumped your venter. 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 happy I saw him slip something into your deglutition. If I hadn't been paying attention -"

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

I held her for several minutes as she cried."I'm alert, I'm awake, I'm fine."

I took a bass breath, brief persona of the nightmare I had flashed before my eyes. The whipping, the darkness, the string, the inglorious man in the shower, Fat Rob, and finally my late-husband witnessing a horrific consequence - one that thankfully, wasn't real.

I shook the effigy from my head and held my girl. She was still wearing the garb she wore on our night out.

*

I went home the following day. I had difficulty walking a bit, and my head detriment, but I was delicately. Thankfully, whatever Fat Rob slipped into my drink wasn't enough to pop me.

I considered filing a police report. But neither Leanna nor I know his finale 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 nightmare. It was intact, undisturbed, just like it was the after Doug's funeral over a year ago. Leanna keeps the room clean, she dusts it and so on.

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

I sat on the sharpness of the guest bed, running my hands through my hair when something caught my eye - my wedding hoop on the bedside table.

I stared at it for various indorsement before slowly reaching for it. I started to put it on, but stopped myself."No,"I said out cheap. I opened the draftsman and stowed it safely away.

The take after workweek, Leanna and I went through Doug's clothing and other items, boxing them up, taking them to Goodwill.

We painted the wall a different color. There was no double-door to the dorsum porch in that elbow room, unlike in my nightmare, there was a declamatory windowpane though. We got new shades for it. I moved all furniture out and buck up the carpet.

A workweek later, wood floor was in stead, and the room looked totally different.

One item 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 initiative night back in that room since Doug passed away.

Another yoke of weeks passed. I was at my office. My 10am naming cancelled. I decided to make a phone call.


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

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

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

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

"Yeah, that's chill. We can fulfill up,"he said.

"Great. My treat."

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

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

"I feel the spoilt 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 bridge player once more, then back to his eyes.

"I'm not married. I wasn't married when we had sex. My husbanded died over a twelvemonth ago. I haven't been able to have 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 parole, I couldn't let go. I guess I never will, Doug will always be in my nub in some way, but I want you to love I'm sorry for any regret or guilt you felt by thinking you had sex with another married woman."

Ulysses was quiet, eye wide, taking my words in."Brandi, I, um, thanks. I did palpate bad. I thought you were married, that's why I stopped using you as a therapist. But thank you for telling me. I've never lost a better half, but I imagine it's severely to say that they're gone, that you're not married anymore and to aim off the ring."

"Yes,"I smiled at him.

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

"Yes, it was time. My daughter took me out on New Year's. She tried to help me displace 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 onetime stepmother are thinking about moving in with one another and maintaining an loose, but not too capable, relationship.

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

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

I stood and he squatted, picking me up, my stage wrapping around his shank. 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 custody on his chest, as he slowly began sliding his stopcock in and out of me.

I orgasmed minutes later, he rolled onto his dorsum, taking me with him. Kissing him again, I slowly rag him, savoring his long shaft hitting all the decently spots inside me.

We went until after midnight. I kissed him good-bye, told him I'd see him again sometime. He said that'd be outstanding, he suggested I meet Devin. At the time 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 blazon right now. It's been a few month since my nighttime out with Leanna on New Year's, getting drugged, and waking up in the hospital a couple days later. It was a horrifying event.

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

I'm thankful for Ulysses too. I kiss his dresser and roll back on top of him, sliding his tool back inside me. We meet up occasionally for lunch or dinner party - then sex. He's not my fellow, just a great friend.

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

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

This acute climax bye, Ulysses holding me. We kiss, he sits up, his rooster still embedded inside me and takes me the exhibitioner to join Devin.

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

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

The end .