Introduction

The room is dark and hazy. I'm hanging, my wrists tied to a range of some sort above me. Someone is fucking me. My vision is coming into focus. I see a smuggled 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 think back anything from the terminal 60 minutes. I have no approximation how I got here. All I know is my slit is numb, dripping with juices.

The coming washes over me and the pitch-dark man leaves. Another takes his home. He grabs my pegleg, pulls them around his shank and has his number. 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 screw what time it is ; if it's dayspring or Night. Black man after black man postulate me as I hang here. Every one of them brings me to herculean orgasms. My body spirit like jelly.

Then I see somebody I recognize. I know his epithet. The remembering temporarily become clearer. I remember flashing, color lights, flash euphony, people, boozing and him - Fat Rob.

He stands in presence of me, wrench me up like the others did and slides his fat cock in me. I cry out, moaning, looking to the roof. All I see is a I bright light above me. His dick smell so adept, so deep and big.

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

"What ?"I ask. I look to my will hired man above me, I see my wedding doughnut. I could've sworn Leanna, my daughter told me to take it off. More memories return.

She did state me to remove it. She said I needed this night, she said I deserve it.

Another orgasm courses through me. Fat Rob doesn't plosive consonant. He keeps going, keeps bouncing me. I love this feeling, feeling helpless, hanging there, my wrist tied. I can take heed the range of mountains 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 head. Did Leanna have intercourse this would chance ? Did she know I'd be here with this man ?

Sir Thomas More memories return. I see my daughter, tall, red hair smiling at me, leading me somewhere. To a building. I see her smiling typeface after she whispers in my ear to unlax and have got fun. We were at a club, that's what led me here - a poor fish night club.

look-alike 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 slaps my ass, grits his dentition, and ejaculate inside me. It feels so good. His huge load of warm seminal fluid fill me up. He steps away smiling, 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 talk."Something."

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

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

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

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

The future thing I know, the room dims, darker and darker before going slant black. My jumbled memories return as I try to patch this night together.


-1-
A couple month ago, November, I was waiting for someone. I was sitting in my office waiting for him to come. I'm a counsellor, some may cry me a head-shrinker, but I'm not a shrink. I can't dictate medication ; I don't have a doctorate. therapist is an acceptable condition for my profession I suppose.

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

I remember fiddling with my wedding ring, intellection of Doug, thinking of his smile. Doug, Leanna and I moved to Atlanta a twelvemonth prior to be closemouthed to Doug's family. Truthfully, I hated the move, but agreed to it. study is certainly more active, compared to Charleston. I rarely have any downtime like I did there.

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

I stood, straightened out my line of work wooing, and looked out the windowpane. I watched the rain fall, covering the parking lot, the motorcar in the distance were locked in their common stop-go traffic.

There was a whang at the door, 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 summertime time though.

"how-do-you-do ?"the interpreter spoke up behind me, shaking me from my trance.

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

"Um, hi, hello, derive in,"I stammered. I cleared my pharynx, approached him, extending my paw. I introduced myself as Brandi.
He shook it softly, smiling back at me. With my high bounder on, I was his height, around 5'10"or so.

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

I watched him, Doug temporarily leaving my thoughts. Ulysses was very muscular, wearing a taut tee shirt, and payload pants. The rainfall had an effect on his peel - his dark-chocolate skin, making it glisten. He wiped his forehead of rain.

"Oh, um, sorry, yes, experience gratis to sit there or the sofa. Whatever is well-off,"I spoke up.

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

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

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

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

"You can enjoin me. Are you having stress or anxiety issues ? job coping with piece of work, problem adjusting to changes in aliveness ?"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 carrying into action issues. I've counseled a few folks that had anxiety and other military issue that affected their sex sprightliness negatively.

"No, not operation problem. I just um,"he scan my judgment and paused again.

Thinking about past patient role, I pressed him further."Sexual preference issues ? Maybe another character of dysfunction ?"

Ulysses shook his head."No,"he took a deep breath."Sex is my life. Everything about life story 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 muscular material body, then to his dread pulled back into a ponytail, finally, embarrassingly, I glanced to his crotch.

"I see,"I collected my persuasion, jotting this pile on my notepad."So you feel you may have some sort of addiction to sex ?"

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

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

"Yeah,"Ulysses glanced behind me to the rain outside."No matter what I do, who I meet, where I go, sex is always involved. Sometimes it's strangers, sometimes not, but it never fails. I go out of town for body of work, girl at the hotel front desk. I fly out of the country for work, the flying attendant on the aeroplane. I want to go catch a flick alone late one night, the college scholar that works there. I even offered to help do yard oeuvre for an older woman I know, and well, like everything else, it ended up with sex."

"So they initiate ?"

"Yes, always."

"Why is this bothering you ?"

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

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

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

"All these beautiful womanhood, Patrick Victor Martindale White women, I just,"Ulysses sighed, shaking his head.

"Caucasian adult female ?"I asked, my heart charge per unit increasing.

"Yes. A few Latina as well, but most all have been livid. I don't know if it's because I'm smutty or what. But I want to say no, I want to not feel like a part 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 route. I started with his childhood.


-2-

This room is burning hot now. I'm on all fours, I'm being whipped by Fat Rob. The wall look like they're on fire. Am I in Hell ? Is this demon, Fat Rob, going to generate 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 apologise before another orgasm comes over me.

Fat Rob seize my dirty-blonde lock chamber, 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 bulwark subsides, I pitch-dark out again, thinking of the number one day I met Ulysses.

*

"My father remarried when I was 12 or so. Her epithet is Devin. She was a younger, white woman, blond,"Ulysses smiled.

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

"Yes, we're still a section of each other's animation. Even since their divorce a few years ago."

I made a note and nodded for him to continue.

"She was, is, marvelous. She helped raise me. But because she's only 9 or 10 eld senior than me, we hung out a lot. We'd go to pic ; she'd take on me to sporting upshot while my dad worked. She was a great friend. 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 foolish, maybe I had a press 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 richly shoal 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 day there. I have no idea how she arranged it, how Devin pulled it off, but she invited every one young lady in my high school graduating class to this party. Cheerleaders, volleyball, basketball players, even some girls that were considered ‘ nerds'or ‘ eccentric person ’."

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

Ulysses'brass went unplayful."About 100 female child showed up. 50 or so didn't. As I said, Devin invited all of them. Of the ones that showed up, they were white. There was a line out of our house, going to the sidewalk and down the street. All these young woman,"Ulysses paused.

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

"They all, um, depend on me until they climaxed. The for the first time girl would go, she'd get off me, then next and so on until all 100 miss orgasmed."

I nodded my head, the optic sinking in, the imagery of 100 18-year-old lily-white lady friend in a line riding this man's blacken cock - I shook my head, I didn't want these thought process there.

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

"Yes. Afterward, they all left, hugging me bye, saying commodity luck at college, and so on, Devin and I remained. We made love in my room. I didn't close with those young woman, but I did finish in her."

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

"Yes, very much."

"Yet you have sex with other cleaning woman ?"

"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 loves me in every way. I guess our relationship is capable, unconditional."

Curiosity was getting the best of me,"So you have sex with other women, well-nigh are white. Is this a everyday consequence ?"

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

Thoughts of several Stanford White woman leaving and arriving to his home to feature sex with him daily flashed in my head. I looked at his weaponry, thighs - wow. I had to focus, I needed to be master. I glanced to my notepad and wedding 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, your old 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 several multiplication cheating, and since Devin and I were a thing, she went ahead and divorced him."

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

"Ulysses, I want you to really show her how very much you love her. It sounds like it's a lot. I know you have an exposed family 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 show, hiking, something that isn't sexual. Maybe even suggest you and her turn scoop. From talking with you about her, it sounds like she loves you like a son and a lover. That's up to you though. Mainly, pass additional time with her and her only, not having sex. Try it,"I smiled at him.

He smiled back and stood. We shook mitt and I told him I'd see him adjacent week.

I watched him from my window, race across the parking lot to his car. I couldn't avail but mean how handsome and nice he was. No marvel bloodless woman like him. I felt ignominy for thinking that, clutching my unexpended hand, running my finger over my wedding ring.

*

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

He's taking me somewhere, down a hallway. We enter a room. I see my girl on a bed, riding a black man, her manus in her foresightful red mane, grinding her hips against him. He has a smug feeling on his face 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 hair."I love Shirley Temple dick. I'm so glad we went out tonight."

I try to react, but can't. The monumental 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 bring me here ? I still can't figure this out. The room goes shadow again.


-3-

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

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

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

"I've done yoga instruction, personal trainer work, but mostly some, well, fitness molding,"he bashfully admitted.

"That's why you travel ?"

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

"So you have sex with people you meet there ? topical anesthetic ?"I asked.

"Sometimes. It's mostly coworkers though. Usually after photograph shoots with me, we'll meet up for crapulence and end up in my bed."

"Has this caused issues for your work ?"

"Not yet. None of the womanhood have tried to get me fired for sleeping with another simulation, or tried to manipulate their way into shooting with me. It's all been dramatic event discharge. But still,"Ulysses shook his head.

"What ?"

"It's employment, it's a job. Sex shouldn't be involved. I mean, I feel unprofessional."

"You don't have to kip 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 process went to something else that would be hard - his erection. I scolded myself internally and focused on my job.

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

"I tried that. Didn't work. I had a photo shoot with a magazine called Elite Magazine. I thought it was going to be simple stuff in the gym, doing exercises, lifting weighting and so on. It'd be for their health and 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 is marketed toward fateful men. It also turns out that,"he shrugged."All the female person models are white. And it just so take place Stanford White female poser are used in pretty much every article type. Fitness, health, cars, street bikes, entertainment section all have black male manakin and Caucasian 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 bulwark, having sex.

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

"Both ?"

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

"Oh. I understand."

"They had them wearing tiny example turnout. They posed us in all form of awkward airs to progress to it look like they were coming on to me at the gym. Jenna and Alexis. They were squeamish girls, but I knew sex with the two of them would take place. They purposefully made for sure to rub themselves against me. It was awkward."

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

"No. The photographer was setting us up in these poses. Jenna would be in nominal head of me, Alexis behind me, rubbing my shoulders. One mannerism of the both of them face me, my weapon around them resting my workforce 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 butts."I see. Well to drive affair away from sex, perhaps consider -"

"A vocation variety ?"Ulysses joked.

"Yes !"I laughed.

We shared a smile and prolonged eye inter-group communication before I continued the session.

*

The room is so bright now. It has to be daylight. I'm defenseless, dry out 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 leave our bedroom, using the wall to stabilise me. I don't bother putting on clothes.

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

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

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

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

I hear Leanna whining and complaining as the two men she's with leave. Some are clothed, some are naked, there must've been 15 men in the household. I can't believe what I've done.

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

"What a 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 blur now. I enter the bathroom and rend back the drapery. One of Fat Rob's supporter is in there showering and jacking off. I stare at that monolithic pitch blackness cock, judder my head, take a recondite intimation and get in the shower bath with him.


-4-

I don't know his name, or why he stayed tush. 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 wrongfulness with me ?

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

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

"Here !"I manage to say. The lightlessness 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 cock when Doug enters the bath."How was your trip ?"I ask from behind the shower drape. I resume sucking on the calamitous man's dick as Doug answers.

"It was corking. Productive,"I hear him say at the sink. I can't remember where he went, but I'm guessing work related.

"You and Leanna have a Nice weekend ?"He asks me. My head is bobbing back and forth on the cock. The black guy has his hands on my head holding me in place.

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

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

"Good,"Doug leaves the toilet. I stand, kiss the Joseph Black guy, and turn 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 take hold of my head, kissing my cervix, then hug my tits from behind.

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

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

He picks me up, it's his routine to cum. I can look 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 idea his married woman is in the shower with a black guy getting relentlessly fucked.

Why doesn't Doug hear us ? Why doesn't he total in and turn back it ? How can he not get it on ? Where are the black guy's apparel ? doe Doug see them ?
My center roll in the dorsum of my head once more as I feel my pussy fill with semen. I look to the bedroom again, Doug is gone. I need this black guy gone too, before Doug sees him.

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

I kiss my cascade devotee good-bye and keep an eye on him exit our domicile through her bedroom. I climb in bed and wait for my husband to return.

When he does he finds me defenseless, legs spread. He undresses and climb up on top. As he enters me I wonder if he can finger a remainder. I wonder if I'll ever be the same.

I turn my chief to look out the back porch, the double-doors are still assailable. 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 love to me. Fat Rob takes his pecker out, shaking it playfully. How did he get there ? Was he picking up his protagonist ? I don't know, I watch him, I picture that big fateful cock inside me instead of my husband's. I start cumming.

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

As the orgasms laissez passer, I kiss Doug. His cums second later.

Time pep pill by, the sun sets, Doug is watching a game after dinner, Leanna is out - I've no estimate where she is. I don't commend talking to her.

I write Doug a speedy government note. I tell him Leanna is having car trouble, I'm going to pick her up. I leave it next to the board by his reclining chair. I kiss his forehead and leave.

*

This whip hurts so bad, but feels so very sound. I left Doug sleeping and went straight to Fat Rob's. I'm being whipped again. I don't think back even asking for it, but these black men are taking turns doing it and fucking me as I hang from my wrists 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 party whip go I think back to my third base academic term with Ulysses.


-5-

I remember I wore something a good deal nicer and aphrodisiac than common attire for my next appointment with Ulysses. It was a tighter, curt dress, new brake shoe. Adjusting my marriage ceremony ring, I felt silly, but figured no harm would come from dressing nicer.

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

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

"Yeah,"he eventually spoke up.

I waited for him to do, giving him time.

"I was in Miami. I go down there often for work, shoots and so on. I met a charwoman at a club. A beautiful brunette named Megan. That happens every time I go to clubs, but she was different. She had long, slurred brown hair, blue middle and she was short. She was so dominating, like she was a honcho or handler, 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 repent ?"

"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 middle widened."Married ?"

"Yeah. I should've left wing. I've been in that billet before, and always felt horrible. I'm not the form of guy that purposelessly goes out and tries to ruin marriages, or get Edward White fair sex to wander, or leave their married man for me. The few clock time I've slept with a married women - I hate to say this, but it was accidental. I wasn't provision on it or searching for it."

My breathing was erratic, my warmheartedness 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 wrists. I chickened out. I got too scared to say no. She was hanging there. That's when she told me to face in her closet. She told me to work out a party whip she was hiding there."

"A whip ?"

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

"Cheating ?"

"She didn't say. But I complied, like an idiot. I whipped that pitiful womanhood over and over just like she asked me to. She cried out from pain in the ass, then begged me to preserve 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 cryptical breathing time and scribbled in my Federal Reserve note."Ever see her again ?"

"No. We had sex one more sentence in the exhibitioner, then I left."

I was unable to sharpen for the rest of his sitting. percentage of me was so turned on not just from Ulysses, but sleeping with him, the idea of an intimacy with him, maybe even being whipped.

That dark I took a hanker bathroom. I set my wedding ceremony 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 quaternity. I can't trust he doesn't notice the whip marker from Fat Rob. Doug has said zero. Leanna has said nil. I don't remember what clip I got home. No one noticed or said anything about her presuppose car trouble.

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

I feel cypher as Doug piece of tail 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 quaternary school term - the kickoff time we had sex.

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

He showed up to his twenty-five percent session. 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 fall out - with a black body, cheek, stopcock like his, sex with every white 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 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 punishing, so fast, so powerfully from him pistoning in and out of me. The torrent of pelting outside hopefully muffled my moans of pleasure a bit.

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

My pussycat was oozing cum onto my desk. After a few minute, I went to my knees and licked it from my desk. I put my clothes on, sat in my chair and waited for my future appointment, pushing aside what I just did.

I cried myself to sleep that night, my left thumb rubbing my wedding ring.

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

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

Leanna caught me crying that night at the house. She tried consoling me, but I brushed her off. I saw the looking of concern on her typeface, 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 take away my wedding ring, she was taking me out. I resisted at first, but I know why she asked me to withdraw 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 shoes. He's why computer memory were hazy. 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 back where. I'm riding Fat Rob so hard, I feel like the bed will break.

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

I hear Doug approach. His footsteps are so flash, like thunder. I can't arrest riding Fat Rob though.

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

I grit my teeth and keep open ass this black man."Yes ! Yes ! Fuck 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 hear it external, over the sound of my primal oink or orgasms.

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

More boom footsteps, my name being called. Fat Rob slaps 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 shoulder and see Doug's horrified face. He falls to his articulatio genus's crying.

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

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

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

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


-7-

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

Leanna was right there side by side to me,"Mom !"

"Where am I ? Where's Doug ?"

"What ?"Leanna glanced to the nurse.

She started crying and the nursemaid 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 pith was going to burst. I was out of breath. I gripped Leanna's hand as hard as I could.

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

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

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

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

I closed my centre. I heard the pelting outside my hospital window. A loud pop of thunder snapped my eye open.

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

"What happened last night ?"I asked, looking around the infirmary way, releasing my handgrip 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 unexpended hand, not seeing it there.

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

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

"For what, sweetie ?"

"I took you to that gild. I introduced you to soul I thought was a protagonist. That piece 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 drop off 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 beaming I saw him drop away something into your crapulence. If I hadn't been paying attention -"

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

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

I took a mysterious breathing spell, abbreviated images of the nightmare I had flashed before my optic. The walloping, the dark, the chains, the bleak man in the shower, Fat Rob, and finally my late-husband witnessing a horrific event - one that thankfully, wasn't real.

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

*

I went home the adjacent day. I had bother walking a bit, and my head word detriment, but I was okay. Thankfully, whatever Fat Rob slipped into my deglutition wasn't enough to kill me.

I considered filing a police report. But neither Leanna nor I know his live 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 way clean, she dusts it and so on.

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

I sat on the edge of the Edgar Albert Guest bed, running my custody through my hair when something caught my eye - my wedding tintinnabulation 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 loud. I opened the drawer and stowed it safely away.

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

We painted the walls a different colouring. There was no double-door to the backbone porch in that room, unlike in my nightmare, there was a heavy window though. We got new shades for it. I moved all furniture out and rupture up the carpet.

A calendar week later, wood floor was in property, and the way looked totally different.

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

Leanna slept in there with me on my low gear Night back in that way since Doug passed away.

Another couple of weeks passed. I was at my bureau. My 10am appointment cancelled. I decided to make a phone call.


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

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

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

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

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

"Great. My treat."

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

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

"I feel the worst about not being up front with you. I have hassle saying these words, what about I'm about to narrate 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 twelvemonth ago. I haven't been able-bodied 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 words, I couldn't let go. I guess I never will, Doug will always be in my bosom in some way, but I want you to sleep together I'm sorry for any ruefulness or guiltiness you felt by thinking you had sex with another married woman."

Ulysses was quiet, eyes wide, taking my language 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 hard 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 yr's. She tried to aid me travel on. I guess in some slipway it worked."

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

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

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

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

egg laying me gently on my spinal column, he kissed me again. Propping himself up with his helping hand, I placed my own hands on his chest, as he slowly began sliding his cock in and out of me.

I orgasmed minutes later, he rolled onto his back, taking me with him. Kissing him again, I slowly rode him, savoring his foresightful irradiation hitting all the in good order situation inside me.

We went until after midnight. I kissed him goodbye, told him I'd see him again sometime. He said that'd be groovy, 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 lying in his weapon right now. It's been a few calendar month since my night out with Leanna on New yr's, getting drugged, and waking up in the infirmary a couple days later. It was a horrifying event.

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

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

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

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

This intense orgasm go, Ulysses holding me. We kiss, he sits up, his cock still embedded inside me and takes me the shower bath to join Devin.

Ulysses sets me down in the shower. Devin hugs and candy kiss me on the brass. I smile at her and we both go to our knee joint to service Ulysses'long, iniquity rod.
I pop his cockhead out of my mouth. I look to him, seeing him grinning at me. I'm sword lily I was capable to help oneself him a little during those few week I was his therapist.

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

The end .