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The room is dreary and misty. I'm dangling, my wrist tied to a mountain chain of some form above me. Someone is fucking me. My visual sensation is coming into focus. I see a Shirley Temple 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 commend anything from the last hour. I have no idea how I got here. All I know is my cunt is numb, dripping with juices.

The coming washes over me and the black man leaves. Another takes his place. He grabs my pegleg, pulls them around his waist and has his crook. 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 recognise what clip it is ; if it's sunrise or Night. Black man after black man take me as I hang here. Every one of them brings me to powerful coming. My consistence feels like jelly.

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

He stands in front of me, pulls 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 ace bright light above me. His stopcock feeling so good, so thick and big.

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

"What ?"I ask. I look to my left hired hand above me, I see my wedding gang. I could've sworn Leanna, my girl told me to assume it off. more memories return.

She did tell me to remove 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 flavour, 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 fountainhead. 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 construction. I see her smiling nerve after she whispers in my ear to decompress and take in fun. We were at a order, that's what led me here - a stupid person night club.

Images of her laughing, talking, dancing with men, pointing in my instruction, waving me over. My married man, Doug, I see his brass future. Was Leanna trying to get me to chisel on Doug tonight ?

Fat Rob slaps my ass, grits his teeth, and cums inside me. It feels so secure. His huge load of warm seminal fluid filling me up. He steps away grin, laughing,"That's a good pussy, Miss Brandi. How old did you say you were ?"

I can't remember. I can't even recall my age."F-forty,"I struggle to spill the beans."Something."

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

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

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

"Mmmm,"he guides my hired man to his lessened cock. I instinctively grab it, squeeze it, my wedding ring seems to smoothen brightly against his dark brown shaft.

The succeeding thing I know, the way dims, darker and darker before going pitch grim. My jumbled memories return as I try to piece this night together.


-1-
A couple months ago, November, I was waiting for soul. I was sitting in my part waiting for him to arrive. I'm a counsel, some may call me a shrink, but I'm not a psychiatrist. I can't order medication ; I don't have a doctorate. Therapist is an acceptable term for my profession I suppose.

He was a new affected role. He was running late that day.

I remember fiddling with my wedding mob, thinking of Doug, thinking of his smile. Doug, Leanna and I moved to Atlanta a twelvemonth prior to be closer to Doug's family. Truthfully, I hated the move, but agreed to it. Work 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 give this guy a few more proceedings to arrive.

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

There was a knock at the door, without thinking I said"come in"still watching the rainwater. I remember Doug and I had sex outside death year in the rainfall once. It was summer sentence though.

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

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

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

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

I watched him, Doug temporarily leaving my thoughts. Ulysses was very muscular, wearing a smashed t-shirt, and cargo pants. The pelting had an upshot on his cutis - his dark-chocolate skin, making it glisten. He wiped his brow of rain.

"Oh, um, sorry, yes, find dislodge to sit there or the sofa. Whatever is comfortable,"I spoke up.

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

He was nervous, about first off timer are. I was skittish too, but not about meeting a new patient. He was having that outcome on me.

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

"wellspring, um, not sure where to commence. I guess I'm just having effect when it comes to a sure prospect of my life,"Ulysses answered.

"Ok, well I'll do my best to allow guidance."

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

"You can tell me. Are you having strain or anxiety issues ? Problems coping with workplace, trouble 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 judgement initially thought of performance effect. I've counseled a few sept that had anxieties and former take that affected their sex life sentence negatively.

"No, not performance problems. I just um,"he read my head and paused again.

Thinking about past patients, I pressed him further."sexual preference issues ? Maybe another character of dysfunction ?"

Ulysses shook his psyche."No,"he took a thick breathing space."Sex is my life history. Everything about life history revolves around it. I can't get away from it and everything ends up in sex."

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

"I see,"I collected my persuasion, jotting this down on my notepad."So you feel you may accept some sort of dependance to sex ?"

"No. I don't. That's the matter. I'm not addicted. The thought of going weeks or months without it, yeah I guess it'd suck, 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 matter what I do, who I meet, where I go, sex is always involved. Sometimes it's stranger, sometimes not, but it never fails. I go out of town for work, little girl at the hotel movement desk. I fly out of the country for oeuvre, the flying attendant on the plane. I want to go beguile a movie alone late one night, the college student that works there. I even offered to help do yard work for an older cleaning lady I know, and well, like everything else, it ended up with sex."

"So they initiate ?"

"Yes, always."

"Why is this bothering you ?"

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

"Have you thought about simply saying no or choosing not to allow the sex to bump ?"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, bloodless women, I just,"Ulysses sighed, shaking his head.

"White women ?"I asked, my heart charge per unit increasing.

"Yes. A few Latina as well, but most all have been white. I don't know if it's because I'm black or what. But I want to say no, I want to not feel like a bit 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 four-spot, I'm being whipped by Fat Rob. The walls look like they're on flak. Am I in Hell ? Is this monster, Fat Rob, going to give me what I need ?

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

"Doug,"I whisper, ineffective to apologize before another orgasm comes over me.

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

He slams me down on the bed, the flaming upshot of the walls subsides, I Shirley Temple Black out again, thinking of the commencement day I met Ulysses.

*

"My Church Father remarried when I was 12 or so. Her public figure is Devin. She was a vernal, ovalbumin woman, blonde,"Ulysses smiled.

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

"Yes, we're still a region of each other's life. Even since their divorcement a few years ago."

I made a distinction and nodded for him to continue.

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

"That's when affair became more sexual ?"

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

Ulysses chuckled cerebration of a memory.

"What ?"I asked.

"For my high school graduation present, she threw me a surprisal party. My dad wasn't around - he worked a lot anyway. At the political party, I was the only guy from my school there. I have no idea how she arranged it, how Devin pulled it off, but she invited every single fille in my high school graduating social class to this company. Cheerleaders, volleyball, basketball thespian, even some girls that were considered ‘ dweeb'or ‘ geeks ’."

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

Ulysses'face went unplayful."About 100 young lady 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 product line out of our business firm, going to the sidewalk and down the street. All these girls,"Ulysses paused.

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

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

I nodded my oral sex, the optical sinking feeling in, the imagery of 100 18-year-old white missy in a credit line riding this man's lightlessness cock - I shook my mind, I didn't want these thoughts there.

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

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

I took notes and paused,"Do you have intercourse Devin ?"

"Yes, very much."

"Yet you have sex with other womanhood ?"

"Her and I aren't technically a couplet. I sorta view her as a mother flesh. She's like the mom I never had and making love me in every way. I guess our relationship is assailable, unconditional."

Curiosity was getting the best of me,"So you have sex with early cleaning woman, well-nigh are White person. Is this a day-after-day event ?"

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

opinion of respective Edward D. White cleaning lady leaving and arriving to his base to have sex with him daily flashed in my head. I looked at his arms, second joint - wow. I had to focus, I needed to be master. I glanced to my notepad and marriage ring.

"Have you considered making matter exclusive with Devin ? Perhaps even marrying her ? I take it your don isn't around or knows about you and his ex-wife, your one-time step-mother ?"

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

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

"Ulysses, I want you to really read her how much you love her. It sounds like it's a lot. I know you have an assailable 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 sole. 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 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 future week.

I watched him from my window, race across the parking lot to his car. I couldn't help but cerebrate how good-looking and nice he was. No wonder white fair sex like him. I felt disgrace for thinking that, clutching my exit hand, running my finger over my wedding ceremony ring.

*

I hear my daughter somewhere. She's crying out in pleasure. One of Fat Rob's Friend 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 daughter on a bed, riding a black man, her bridge player in her foresighted red mane, grinding her pelvic arch against him. He has a smug feel on his fount watching her ride him.

Fat Rob lays me down following to Leanna and mount on top of me.

"Hey Mom,"Leanna says nonchalantly. She runs her manpower through her hair's-breadth."I love black-market dick. I'm so gladiolus we went out tonight."

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

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


-3-

thought process back to Ulysses'second date, 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 pedagogy, personal trainer work, but mostly some, well, fitness mould,"he bashfully admitted.

"That's why you travel ?"

"Right. Different locations for respective photoshoots. Been to Europe, Brazil, all over."

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

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

"Has this caused issues for your work ?"

"Not yet. None of the women have tried to get me fired for sleeping with another model, or tried to wangle their way into shooting with me. It's all been drama loose. 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 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 thoughts went to something else that would be hard - his hard-on. I scolded myself internally and focused on my job.

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

"I tried that. Didn't oeuvre. I had a exposure shoot with a magazine called elite group Magazine. I thought it was going to be simple stuff in the gym, doing physical exercise, lifting weights and so on. It'd be for their health and fittingness 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 powder store is marketed toward smutty men. It also turns out that,"he shrugged."All the female person poser are Andrew Dickson White. And it just so befall white female models are used in pretty a good deal every article character. Fitness, health, cars, street bikes, entertainment section all have black male good example and white female models."

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

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

"Both ?"

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

"Oh. I understand."

"They had them wearing tiny exercise outfits. They posed us in all sort of awkward poses to stimulate it seem like they were coming on to me at the gym. Jenna and Alexis. They were dainty lady friend, 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 plunk for down ?"I asked, knowing he probably enjoyed it.

"No. The photographer was setting us up in these affectation. Jenna would be in front of me, Alexis behind me, rubbing my shoulder. One pose of the both of them face me, my arms around them resting my hands on their lower berth back. It all led up to it."

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

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

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

"A career change ?"Ulysses joked.

"Yes !"I laughed.

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

*

The room is so lustrous now. It has to be daylight. I'm au naturel, dry 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 stabilize me. I don't trouble putting on clothes.

I hear moans coming from Leanna's room. I barge in and see her being image 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 James Cook for himself.

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

"Sure,"Fat Rob smile, 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 house. I can't believe what I've done.

I start crying, looking at my wedding tintinnabulation. 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 bulwark are closing in on me. I run away, I run to my bedroom.

Strange, the rain shower is running. Did I leave it on ? Everything seems so bedevil now. I enter the toilet and pull back the drape. One of Fat Rob's Quaker is in there showering and jacking off. I stare at that massive black cock, sway my psyche, take a trench breath and get in the shower with him.


-4-

I don't get laid his name, or why he stayed behind. Why didn't he leave with Fat Rob, why couldn't he shower bath elsewhere ?

He's fucking me hard 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 house, but I can't. I don't want to. I want him to prevent fucking me.

"Brandi ? You home ?"I hear Doug hollo 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 black cock when Doug enters the bathroom."How was your trip ?"I ask from behind the shower 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 guessing employment related.

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

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

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

"goodness,"Doug leaves the bathroom. I stand, kiss the contraband guy, and twist back around in the exhibitioner. He shoves is cock back inside me and keeps going. I can't help but moan.

"You ok ?"Doug reentered the bathroom.

"Uh huh ! Stomach ache,"I answer. The man grabs my straits, kissing my neck, then constrict my tits from behind.

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

"I will,"I rustle 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 cascade pall now, into the bedroom. The black man is bouncing me up and down on him. I see Doug happily unpacking. He has no idea his wife is in the rain shower with a dark guy getting relentlessly fucked.

Why doesn't Doug hear us ? Why doesn't he do in and cease it ? How can he not know ? Where are the inglorious guy's apparel ? Does Doug see them ?
My eyes roll in the back of my mind once more as I feel my pussy fill with semen. I look to the chamber again, Doug is gone. I need this Black person guy gone too, before Doug sees him.

I suck his prick clean of excess semen - it tastes so good. I lead him back to the sleeping room, I see the double-door to our back porch is open air. Did I unfold it ? Maybe Doug opened it.

I kiss my shower bath lover cheerio and view him choke our house through her bedchamber. I climb in bed and wait for my hubby to return.

When he does he get me naked, branch spreadhead. He undresses and climb up on top. As he enters me I wonder if he can feel a difference. I wonder if I'll ever be the same.

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

It's Fat Rob, he's smugly grinning at me. He's watching my husband make love to me. Fat Rob takes his cock out, shaking it playfully. How did he get there ? Was he picking up his friend ? I don't know, I watch him, I picture that big black dick 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 shaft back in his knickers and leaves.

As the climax head, I kiss Doug. His cum moment later.

Time speed by, the sun Seth, Doug is watching a game after dinner, Leanna is out - I've no musical theme where she is. I don't remember talking to her.

I write Doug a quick eminence. I tell him Leanna is having car trouble, I'm going to pick her up. I leave it next to the board by his lounger. I kiss his forehead and leave.

*

This whip hurts so bad, but look so very in effect. 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 bleak men are taking play doing it and fucking me as I hang from my wrists again.

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

With each whiplash offer I think back to my third gear session with Ulysses.


-5-

I remember I wore something much nicer and sexy than usual attire for my future date with Ulysses. It was a tighter, myopic attire, new skid. Adjusting my marriage ceremony band, I felt silly, but figured no hurt would come from dressing nicer.

"Ulysses, I want to spill about ruefulness. Not simply feeling bad that sex is a huge part of your life, but is there anything you really regret that you struggle to make serenity with ? Perhaps to do that would help you feel more fulfillment out of life."

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

"Yeah,"he eventually spoke up.

I waited for him to answer, giving him time.

"I was in Miami. I go down there often for work, shoots and so on. I met a woman at a golf-club. A beautiful brunette named Megan. That happens every time I go to clubs, but she was different. She had long, thick brownness haircloth, dispirited eyes and she was brusk. She was so command, like she was a gaffer or managing director, 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 plate. 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 berth before, and always felt horrible. I'm not the variety of guy that purposelessly goes out and tries to ruin spousal relationship, or get white women to screw, or leave their husbands for me. The few clock time 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 external respiration was erratic, my heart pumping,"Um, ok, I see. So you and Megan had sex and there was regret."

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

"You were enjoying it."

"Yes, but then she told me to tie her up. Megan wanted me to do it by her articulatio radiocarpea. I chickened out. I got too scared to say no. She was hanging there. That's when she told me to depend in her water closet. She told me to get out a lash she was hiding there."

"A lash ?"

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

"cheating ?"

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

I took a rich breathing place and scribbled in my note."Ever see her again ?"

"No. We had sex one Sir Thomas More time in the cascade, then I left."

I was unable to focus for the rest of his academic term. Part of me was so turned on not just from Ulysses, but sleeping with him, the idea of an affair with him, maybe even being whipped.

That Nox I took a recollective bath. I set my hymeneals ring on the side of the tub and fingered myself to climax several sentence - intellection of Ulysses.

*

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

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

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

I feel naught as Doug fucks 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 first clock time we had sex.

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

He showed up to his 4th session. I was wearing another sexy frock. I fingered myself all week thinking of him. I practically jumped on him.

He was startled, not expecting it. But I knew deep down he knew it would happen - with a black-market dead body, face, cock 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 osculation. I shut him up with my sass over his. We were naked soon. He slammed me on my desk and took me there.

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

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

My pussy was oozing semen onto my desk. After a few minutes, I went to my knees and licked it from my desk. I put my clothes on, sat in my chair and waited for my side by side appointee, 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 seance. Each one was nil but sex. We did it on my desk, on the couch, I swallowed his semen each time.

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

Leanna caught me crying that night at the sign. She tried consoling me, but I brushed her off. I saw the aspect of concern on her face, but I had to apportion with what I've done on my own.

*

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

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

We were at a golf 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 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 remember where. I'm riding Fat Rob so hard, I feel like the bed will break.

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

I hear Doug coming. His footsteps are so cheap, like big H. I can't stop riding Fat Rob though.

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

I grit my teeth and keep fucking this black man."Yes ! Yes ! nooky yes !"

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

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

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

Sir Thomas More thundering footsteps, my name being called. Fat Rob slap my ass, I know Doug hears it.

"Brandi !"he yells, upon entering our elbow room. I don't hitch having sex with Fat Rob. I look over my shoulder and see Doug's dismay face. He falls to his stifle's crying.

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

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

"Mom !"Leanna shakes me, but all I see is Doug crying, striking the floor in agony. 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 source, bright, shinning in my eye. I remember Fat Rob, what I've done, how I got here.

"Doug !"I cry."Doug ! I scream his figure over and over again."Doug, please !"the bright light is blinding now. I can't breathe.


-7-

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

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

"Where am I ? Where's Doug ?"

"What ?"Leanna glanced to the nurse.

She started crying and the nursemaid excused herself. I was gasping for air, called out Doug's epithet 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 hand as hard as I could.

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

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

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

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

I closed my middle. I heard the rain outside my infirmary window. A loud pop of smack snapped my middle open.

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

"What happened last nighttime ?"I asked, looking around the hospital room, releasing my hairgrip 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 closed chain ?"I glanced to my left hand, not seeing it there.

"It's at dwelling house. right field 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 cabaret. I introduced you to someone I thought was a Quaker. That piece of ca-ca - I mean, Fat Rob. I saw him put something in your swallow. 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 a good deal 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 tum. 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 bit together.

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

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

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

I took a rich breath, abbreviated images of the nightmare I had flashed before my eyes. The whipping, the swarthiness, the range of mountains, the lightlessness man in the cascade, Fat Rob, and finally my late-husband witnessing a horrific event - one that thankfully, wasn't real.

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

*

I went home the adjacent day. I had trouble walking a bit, and my head hurt, but I was finely. Thankfully, whatever Fat Rob slipped into my drink wasn't sufficiency to pop me.

I considered filing a law written report. But neither Leanna nor I know his last name, where he works, or anything early than his visual aspect. 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 yr ago. Leanna keeps the way clean and jerk, she dusts it and so on.

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

I sat on the bound of the invitee bed, running my hands through my hair when something caught my eye - my wedding ring on the bedside table.

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

The following week, Leanna and I went through Doug's habiliment and early token, boxing them up, taking them to Goodwill.

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

A calendar week later, wood floor was in place, and the elbow room looked totally different.

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

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

Another couple of workweek passed. I was at my business office. My 10am appointment cancelled. I decided to make a earphone call.


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

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

"I'm amercement,"he answered. I could recite he felt awkward.

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

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

"Great. My treat."

We met a couple minute later at a nearby eatery. I didn't wasteland 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 worst about not being up front with you. I have bother saying these words, what about I'm about to severalize you,"I glanced at my hired 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 capable to train the tintinnabulation off, until recently. I'm so drab, I should've told you, I shouldn't have lunged at you like that during that seance. But I couldn't say the words, I couldn't let go. I guess I never will, Doug will always be in my affection 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 hook up with woman."

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

"Yes,"I smiled at him.

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

"Yes, it was meter. My daughter took me out on New year's. She tried to help me make a motion on. I guess in some elbow room 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 unresolved, but not too open, relationship.

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

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

I stood and he squatted, picking me up, my ramification wrapping around his waistline. Standing there, he guided his 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 hands on his breast, as he slowly began sliding his cock in and out of me.

I orgasmed minute of arc later, he rolled onto his spine, taking me with him. Kissing him again, I slowly rode him, savoring his long shaft hitting all the ripe smirch inside me.

We went until after midnight. I kissed him bye-bye, 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 arms right now. It's been a few calendar month since my night out with Leanna on New Year's, getting drugged, and waking up in the hospital a couple days later. It was a horrible event.

The nightmare I had is a piffling fuzzy, some of the details lost over time. But I'll never forget it. Luckily, I've slept much better. Every once in a while a human chemise bear, named Leanna, will join me, snuggling up to me, watching a movie in my new bed. I'm thankful I have her support.

I'm thankful for Ulysses too. I kiss his chest and scroll back on top of him, sliding his prick back inside me. We meet up occasionally for dejeuner or dinner - then sex. He's not my swain, just a cracking friend.

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

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

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

Ulysses sets me down in the rain shower. Devin hugs and osculation me on the boldness. I smile at her and we both go to our knees to service Ulysses'long, drear rod.
I pop his cockhead out of my mouth. I look to him, seeing him smile at me. I'm gladiola I was able to serve him a slight during those few weeks I was his therapist.

He and my girl don't yet actualize how lots they have helped me.

The end .