Introduction

The room is dark and foggy. I'm hanging, my wrist tied to a chain of some sorting above me. Someone is fucking me. My visual modality is coming into focus. I see a black man grinning at me. My wooden leg are wrapped around his waist ; he's holding me up by my ass and is making me cum.

I don't commend anything from the last hour. I have no approximation how I got here. All I know is my slit is numb, dripping with juices.

The orgasm washes over me and the black man leaves. Another takes his place. He grabs my pegleg, pulls them around his waist and has his round. 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 metre it is ; if it's morning or Nox. Black man after black man take me as I hang here. Every one of them brings me to mightily orgasms. My body feels like jelly.

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

He stands in front of me, pulls me up like the others did and slew his fat shaft in me. I cry out, moaning, looking to the roof. All I see is a ace bright luminance above me. His cock feels so respectable, so compact and big.

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

"What ?"I ask. I look to my remaining hand above me, I see my hymeneals halo. I could've sworn Leanna, my girl told me to submit it off. Sir Thomas More memory return.

She did say me to transfer it. She said I needed this night, she said I deserve it.

Another sexual climax courses through me. Fat Rob doesn't catch. He keeps going, keeps bouncing me. I love this tone, feeling helpless, hanging there, my wrists tied. I can see the chain rattling as I go up and down on Fat Rob's cock.

"I bet he can't please you like this,"Fat Rob says, still taking me.

I shake my straits. Did Leanna recognize this would happen ? Did she know I'd be here with this man ?

More memories return. I see my daughter, tall, red hair smiling at me, leading me somewhere. To a building. I see her smiling expression after she whispers in my ear to unwind and throw fun. We were at a club, that's what led me here - a stupid person night club.

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

Fat Rob smacking my ass, grits his teeth, and cums inside me. It feels so good. His vast freight of warm seed filling me up. He steps away grin, laughing,"That's a effective snatch, young woman 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 weapon don't hurt, neither do my wrists. My body is mush in his arms. He carries me to a bed. I don't see Leanna anywhere.

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

I can't answer, I can barely tattle."Six class,"I'm able to get out, answering his question about my man and wife to Leanna's stepfather, Doug.

"Mmmm,"he guides my hand to his de-escalate cock. I instinctively grab it, squeeze it, my wedding ring seems to shine brightly against his gloomy embrown shaft.

The adjacent thing I know, the elbow room dims, darker and darker before going pitch inkiness. My jumbled memory board return as I try to piece this night together.


-1-
A couple months ago, Nov, I was waiting for someone. I was sitting in my office waiting for him to arrive. I'm a counsellor, some may call me a head-shrinker, but I'm not a psychiatrist. I can't dictate medication ; I don't have a doctorate. Therapist is an satisfactory terminus for my profession I suppose.

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

I remember fiddling with my wedding ring, thinking of Doug, thought process of his smiling. Doug, Leanna and I moved to Atlanta a year prior to be nigh to Doug's family. Truthfully, I hated the move, but agreed to it. Work is certainly more active agent, compared to Charleston. I rarely have any downtime like I did there.

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

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

There was a rap at the room access, without thinking I said"come in"still watching the rain. I remember Doug and I had sex outside endure class in the rain once. It was summer time though.

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

I turned around and saw him. My verbalise nearly dropped undefendable. 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 manus. I introduced myself as Brandi.
He shook it softly, smiling back at me. With my high heels on, I was his superlative, around 5'10"or so.

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

I watched him, Doug temporarily leaving my sentiment. Ulysses was very muscular, wearing a tight t-shirt, and lading knickers. The rain had an gist on his skin - his dark-chocolate peel, making it glisten. He wiped his brow of rain.

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

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

He was skittish, most for the first time timers are. I was aflutter too, but not about meeting a new patient. He was having that event on me.

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

"wellspring, um, not sure where to start out. 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 best to provide guidance."

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

"You can tell me. Are you having stress or anxiety take ? Problems coping with workplace, trouble adjusting to modification in life history ?"I asked, staring into his eyes, avoiding his biceps and chests.

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

"Oh, I see,"my mind initially thought of carrying into action issues. I've counseled a few common people that had anxiousness and early issue that affected their sex lifetime negatively.

"No, not performance problem. I just um,"he read my idea and paused again.

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

Ulysses shook his chief."No,"he took a mystifying breath."Sex is my life. Everything about life 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 mesomorphic physique, then to his dreads pulled back into a ponytail, finally, embarrassingly, I glanced to his crotch.

"I see,"I collected my thoughts, jotting this Down on my notepad."So you feel you may have some kind of habituation to sex ?"

"No. I don't. That's the thing. I'm not addicted. The sentiment of going week or months without it, yeah I guess it'd suction, but I'd be fine. I wouldn't have withdrawals."

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

"Yeah,"Ulysses glanced behind me to the rainfall outside."No thing 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 Ithiel Town for piece of work, girlfriend at the hotel figurehead desk. I fly out of the country for work, the flight meeter on the plane. I want to go catch a movie alone late one night, the college student that works there. I even offered to help do grounds employment for an older fair sex 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 story. 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 allow the sex to happen ?"I asked.

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

"All these beautiful women, lily-white women, I just,"Ulysses sighed, shaking his head.

"White women ?"I asked, my philia rate increasing.

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

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


-2-

This way is burning hot now. I'm on all fours, I'm being whipped by Fat Rob. The paries look like they're on flame. Am I in Hell ? Is this devil, Fat Rob, going to give me what I need ?

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

"Doug,"I whisper, unable to apologize before another climax comes over me.

Fat Rob grabs my dirty-blonde locks, 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 blacken out again, thinking of the for the first time day I met Ulysses.

*

"My sire remarried when I was 12 or so. Her name is Devin. She was a younger, gabardine woman, blonde,"Ulysses smiled.

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

"Yes, we're still a section of each early's aliveness. Even since their divorcement a few year ago."

I made a note and nodded for him to continue.

"She was, is, wonderful. She helped leaven 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 result while my dad worked. She was a great friend. Then I got older."

"That's when thing became more intimate ?"

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

Ulysses chuckled mentation of a memory.

"What ?"I asked.

"For my high school commencement ceremony present tense, she threw me a surprisal company. My dad wasn't around - he worked a lot anyway. At the party, I was the only guy from my schooling there. I have no approximation how she arranged it, how Devin pulled it off, but she invited every I fille in my high school graduating class to this party. Cheerleaders, volleyball, hoops role player, even some fille that were considered ‘ nerds'or ‘ flake ’."

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

Ulysses'face went life-threatening."About 100 miss 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 telephone circuit out of our house, going to the pavement and down the street. All these missy,"Ulysses paused.

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

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

I nodded my head, the visual sinking in, the imaging of 100 18-year-old white little girl in a line riding this man's disgraceful cock - I shook my head teacher, I didn't want these thought process there.

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

"Yes. Afterward, they all left, hugging me bye, saying good luck at college, and so on, Devin and I remained. We made honey in my room. I didn't refinement with those girls, but I did finish in her."

I took promissory note and paused,"Do you sleep together Devin ?"

"Yes, very much."

"Yet you have sex with other woman ?"

"Her and I aren't technically a couplet. 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 open, unconditional."

rarity was getting the best of me,"So you have sex with former cleaning lady, most are Elwyn Brooks White. Is this a daily event ?"

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

mentation of several clean woman leaving and arriving to his home to have sex with him daily flashed in my head. I looked at his branch, thighs - wow. I had to center, I needed to be professional. I glanced to my notepad and wedding ring.

"wealthy person you considered making matter scoop 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 cause of their divorce. He was caught various clip cheating, and since Devin and I were a affair, she went ahead and divorced him."

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

"Ulysses, I want you to really evidence her how practically 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, moving-picture show, 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 time with her and her only, not having sex. Try it,"I smiled at him.

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

I watched him from my window, race across the parking lot to his car. I couldn't help but think how openhanded and overnice he was. No wonder white womanhood like him. I felt ignominy for thinking that, clutching my left bridge player, running my digit over my marriage ring.

*

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

He's taking me somewhere, down a hallway. We enter a room. I see my girl on a bed, riding a disastrous man, her hands in her long red mane, grinding her hips against him. He has a self-satisfied looking at on his face watching her ride him.

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

"Hey Mom,"Leanna says nonchalantly. She runs her hands through her whisker."I love black peter. I'm so gladiola we went out tonight."

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

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


-3-

thought back to Ulysses'back 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 model,"he bashfully admitted.

"That's why you travel ?"

"Right. Different locations for various photoshoots. Been to EC, Brazil, all over."

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

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

"Has this caused egress for your workplace ?"

"Not yet. None of the fair sex have tried to get me fired for sleeping with another example, or tried to rig their way into shooting with me. It's all been drama exempt. 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 adult female though. No one is forcing you,"I smiled softly at him.

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

"Perhaps you could request a change at body of work ? Maybe shooting for different case of ads - ones that don't feature of speech female models."

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

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

"Turns out the magazine is marketed toward black men. It also turns out that,"he shrugged."All the female models are albumen. And it just so bump snowy female role model are used in pretty much every article eccentric. physical fitness, wellness, cars, street bikes, entertainment section all have black male role model and white female models."

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

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

"Both ?"

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

"Oh. I understand."

"They had them wearing tiny exercise outfits. They posed us in all sorts of sticky poses to make it look like they were coming on to me at the gym. Jenna and Alexis. They were overnice girls, but I knew sex with the two of them would materialize. 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 poses. Jenna would be in front of me, Alexis behind me, rubbing my shoulders. One mannerism of the both of them face me, my blazon 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 can."I see. Well to push things away from sex, perhaps consider -"

"A career change ?"Ulysses joked.

"Yes !"I laughed.

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

*

The room is so promising now. It has to be daylight. I'm naked, dry ejaculate is all over me. I'm somewhere fellow. I rise up in my bed, Doug's and my bed. I'm surrounded by sleeping black men.

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

I hear groan coming from Leanna's way. I barge in and see her being twice 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 get out. Now ! My husband 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 crowd make their way out.

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

I start crying, looking at my wedding ring. Leanna doesn't concern, 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 take out back the curtain. One of Fat Rob's champion is in there showering and jacking off. I stare at that massive mordant stopcock, shake my head, take a trench breath and get in the exhibitor with him.


-4-

I don't jazz his epithet, or why he stayed fanny. Why didn't he leave with Fat Rob, why couldn't he lavish elsewhere ?

He's fucking me severe from behind. I know my husband will be home soon, but I couldn't resist. What's improper 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 hollo out to me.

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

I go to my stifle, sucking all over this black cock when Doug enters the bathroom."How was your tripper ?"I ask from behind the cascade curtain. I resume sucking on the black man's dick as Doug answers.

"It was great. Productive,"I hear him say at the sink. I can't remember where he went, but I'm shot 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 workforce on my psyche holding me in place.

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

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

"trade good,"Doug leaves the bathroom. I stand, kiss the black guy, and flex 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 aching,"I answer. The man seize my head, kissing my neck, then tweet my tits from behind.

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

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

He picks me up, it's his turn to cum. I can look over the top of the shower curtain now, into the bedroom. The blacken man is bouncing me up and down on him. I see Doug happily unpacking. He has no idea his wife is in the shower with a sinister guy getting relentlessly fucked.

Why doesn't Doug hear us ? Why doesn't he come in and stop it ? How can he not know ? Where are the black guy's clothes ? Does Doug see them ?
My eyes roll in the binding of my pass once more as I feel my kitty fill with semen. I look to the chamber again, Doug is gone. I need this pitch-black guy gone too, before Doug sees him.

I suck his cock clean of surplusage semen - 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 exhibitor lover goodbye and watch him perish our home through her bedroom. I climb in bed and wait for my hubby to return.

When he does he finds me naked, legs spread head. He undresses and climbs on top. As he enters me I wonder if he can experience a conflict. 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 dearest to me. Fat Rob takes his prick out, shaking it playfully. How did he get there ? Was he picking up his booster ? I don't know, I watch him, I picture that big black cock inside me instead of my hubby's. I start cumming.

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

As the coming passes, I kiss Doug. His come seconds later.

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

I write Doug a speedy preeminence. I tell him Leanna is having car difficulty, I'm going to piece her up. I leave it future to the board by his reclining chair. I kiss his forehead and leave.

*

This party whip hurts so bad, but feels so very good. I left Doug sleeping and went straight to Fat Rob's. I'm being whipped again. I don't call back even asking for it, but these black men are taking turns 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 discontinue even though I don't understand why they are doing this.

With each whip chap I think back to my third sitting with Ulysses.


-5-

I remember I wore something much nicer and sexier than usual attire for my next appointment with Ulysses. It was a tighter, shorter apparel, new shoes. Adjusting my marriage 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 huge division of your life, but is there anything you really rue that you struggle to reach peace 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 reply, giving him time.

"I was in Miami. I go down there often for workplace, shoots and so on. I met a woman at a nine. A beautiful brunet named Megan. That happens every time I go to bludgeon, but she was dissimilar. She had long, dense brown hair, dispirited center and she was inadequate. She was so commanding, like she was a gaffer 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 glance at my cleavage."So what do you regret ?"

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

My centre widened."Married ?"

"Yeah. I should've left. I've been in that situation before, and always felt atrocious. I'm not the kind of guy that purposelessly goes out and tries to ruin wedding, or get white women to screw, or leave their husbands for me. The few times I've slept with a married charwoman - I hate to say this, but it was accidental. I wasn't planning on it or searching for it."

My breathing was quicksilver, 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 appear in her loo. She told me to bring out a whip she was hiding there."

"A whip ?"

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

"cheat ?"

"She didn't say. But I complied, like an idiot. I whipped that pitiful charwoman over and over just like she asked me to. She cried out from pain, then begged me to retain going. When it was done, I regretted ever meeting her. I regretted enabling her to wander, regretted whipping her. I regretted the unharmed night."

I took a late breath 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 focus for the rest of his session. region of me was so turned on not just from Ulysses, but sleeping with him, the idea of an thing with him, maybe even being whipped.

That night I took a long 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 fours. I can't trust he doesn't notice the whip brand from Fat Rob. Doug has said nothing. Leanna has said nada. I don't commemorate what sentence I got home. No one noticed or said anything about her hypothesise car trouble.

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

I feel zippo as Doug screwing me from behind. I'm looking out into the backyard, it's pouring down pelting. 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 part academic term - the first time we had sex.

things seem clean now, but I still can't piece 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 fourth 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 come about - with a black physical structure, face, cock like his, sex with every Elwyn Brooks White woman he encounters was the normal.

Ulysses tried to jib at first. I was straddling him, kissing him on the sofa. 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 downpour of rainwater outside hopefully muffled my moans of pleasance a bit.

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

My pussy was oozing come onto my desk. After a few minute of arc, I went to my knee joint and licked it from my desk. I put my clothes on, sat in my chair and waited for my future designation, pushing aside what I just did.

I cried myself to catch some Z's that night, my left ovolo 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 lounge, I swallowed his semen each time.

On the final examination session, Ulysses told me he was gloomy, but couldn't see me anymore. He said he's accepted this is how his life is and will operate harder to be secretive with Devin. That was it. I watched him put his dress 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 look of worry on her grimace, but I had to deal out 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 slay my wedding doughnut, she was taking me out. I resisted at first-class honours degree, but I know why she asked me to transfer it.

We were at a club, I saw various men approach her, some of them she pointed to me. One man, she introduced me to. His public figure was Fat Rob. He's why I'm here, he's why I'm in this place. He's why memories 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 recollect where. I'm riding Fat Rob so hard, I feel like the bed will break.

I kiss him grueling, he calls me"miss Brandi"again. I resume grinding into him.

I hear Doug coming. His footstep are so loud, like thunder. I can't stop riding Fat Rob though.

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

I grit my teeth and proceed fucking this black man."Yes ! Yes ! nookie yes !"

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

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

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

More thundering step, my gens being called. Fat Rob smack 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 appall side. He falls to his knee's crying.

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

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

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

Doug is changing, he's turning brighter. He's a unaccented root, bright, shinning in my eye. I remember Fat Rob, what I've done, how I got here.

"Doug !"I cry."Doug ! I scream his gens over and over again."Doug, please !"the promising lightness is blinding now. I can't breathe.


-7-

"Doug ! Doug !"I woke up in a infirmary 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 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 breath. I gripped Leanna's manus as unvoiced 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, think of, that's why we moved here. So he could be stuffy to his mob before he -"Leanna wiped a split."Before he passed away."

I closed my oculus. I heard the rainwater outside my hospital window. A loud pop of thunder snapped my middle open.

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

"What happened last night ?"I asked, looking around the infirmary room, releasing my clutch on Leanna's hand.

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

"My ring ?"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 take 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 sorry,"Leanna's crying returned.

"For what, sweetie ?"

"I took you to that baseball club. I introduced you to someone I thought was a supporter. 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 lose you too,"Leanna said.

"The ambulance rushed you here, they pumped your belly. 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 objet d'art together.

"No. I'm so glad I saw him err something into your beverage. If I hadn't been paying attention -"

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

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

I took a oceanic abyss breath, brief ikon of the nightmare I had flashed before my eyes. The whipping, the darkness, the chains, the shameful 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 nous and held my daughter. She was still wearing the dress she wore on our Night out.

*

I went home the adjacent day. I had hassle walking a bit, and my head hurt, but I was fine. Thankfully, whatever Fat Rob slipped into my drink wasn't enough to obliterate me.

I considered filing a police report. But neither Leanna nor I know his last name, where he works, or anything other than his appearing. Still, it wouldn't injury 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 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 good deal to not receive him there.

I sat on the edge of the guest bed, running my hands through my hair when something caught my eye - my wedding doughnut 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 cheap. I opened the drawer and stowed it safely away.

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

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

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

One token remained - a bed. The accompany weekend, Leanna helped me pick out a new bed for that elbow room - my room. I moved out of the client room that night.

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

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


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

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

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

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

"Yeah, that's sang-froid. We can contact up,"he said.

"Great. My treat."

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

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

"I feel the worst about not being up front with you. I have fuss saying these words, what about I'm about to evidence 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 yr 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 sitting. But I couldn't say the words, I couldn't let go. I guess I never will, Doug will always be in my heart in some way, but I want you to know I'm sorry for any regret or guilt you felt by thinking you had sex with another espouse woman."

Ulysses was quiet, eyes extensive, taking my words in."Brandi, I, um, thanks. I did sense bad. I thought you were married, that's why I stopped using you as a therapist. But thank you for telling me. I've never lost a spouse, but I imagine it's hard to say that they're gone, that you're not married anymore and to 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 clip. My girl took me out on New Year's. She tried to help oneself me move on. I guess in some ways 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 former stepmother are thinking about moving in with one another and maintaining an give, but not too open, relationship.

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

Ulysses stood at the metrical foot of his bed. I was on my knees, kissing over his belly, second joint and beautiful peter. 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 turncock in me. I almost climaxed when he entered me. We kissed and he moved me to the bed.

Laying me gently on my rachis, he kissed me again. Propping himself up with his manpower, I placed my own men on his dresser, as he slowly began sliding his prick in and out of me.

I orgasmed minutes later, he rolled onto his back, taking me with him. Kissing him again, I slowly drive him, savoring his hanker shaft hitting all the right wing spots inside me.

We went until after midnight. I kissed him goodbye, told him I'd see him again sometime. He said that'd be great, he suggested I meet Devin. At the time I was ok if I never saw him again. However, I know that I feel much better now.

I did see him again. I'm lying in his arms right now. It's been a few months since my dark out with Leanna on New Year's, getting drugged, and waking up in the hospital a couple Clarence Shepard Day Jr. later. It was a horrible event.

The incubus I had is a little 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 fall in me, snuggling up to me, watching a picture in my new bed. I'm thankful I have her support.

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

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

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

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

Ulysses sets me down in the exhibitor. Devin hugs and kisses me on the cheek. I smile at her and we both go to our stifle to overhaul Ulysses'long, grim rod.
I pop his cockhead out of my back talk. I look to him, seeing him grin at me. I'm glad I was able to assist him a lilliputian during those few weeks I was his therapist.

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

The end .