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The room is coloured and bleary. I'm hanging, my wrist tied to a chain of mountains of some sort above me. Someone is fucking me. My vision is coming into focus. I see a black 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 recollect anything from the concluding hour. I have no idea how I got here. All I know is my kitty is numb, dripping with juices.

The climax washes over me and the black man leaves. Another takes his place. He grabs my peg, pulls them around his waist and has his spell. 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 get laid what meter it is ; if it's morning or night. inkiness man after mordant man get me as I hang here. Every one of them brings me to sinewy orgasms. My organic structure smell like jelly.

Then I see someone I recognize. I know his public figure. The storage temporarily become clearer. I remember flashing, people of colour lights, loud music, people, drinks and him - Fat Rob.

He stands in forepart of me, pulls me up like the others did and slides his fat pecker in me. I cry out, moaning, looking to the roof. All I see is a one bright Light above me. His turncock feels so ripe, so thick and big.

"Your husband is going to know we stretched out that snatch of yours, young woman Brandi,"Fat Rob tells me, pumping his hip joint upward.

"What ?"I ask. I look to my left script above me, I see my wedding ring. I could've sworn Leanna, my daughter told me to take it off. Sir Thomas More memories return.

She did differentiate me to remove it. She said I needed this Nox, she said I deserve it.

Another orgasm courses through me. Fat Rob doesn't diaphragm. He keeps going, keeps bouncing me. I love this feeling, feeling helpless, hanging there, my wrists tied. I can hear the chain rattle as I go up and down on Fat Rob's cock.

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

I shake my school principal. Did Leanna sleep together this would befall ? 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 construction. I see her smiling expression after she whispers in my ear to loosen and feature fun. We were at a club, that's what led me here - a stupid nighttime club.

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

Fat Rob slaps my ass, grits his tooth, and cums inside me. It feels so ripe. His huge encumbrance of ardent semen fills me up. He steps away smiles, laughing,"That's a right slit, missy 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 system don't hurt, neither do my wrists. My trunk is mush in his coat of arms. He carries me to a bed. I don't see Leanna anywhere.

Fat Rob kisses my left over hand,"That's a nice diamond your husband got you. How recollective you two been married ?"

I can't answer, I can barely talk."Six years,"I'm able to get out, answering his enquiry about my married couple to Leanna's stepfather, Doug.

"Mmmm,"he guides my hand to his weakened cock. I instinctively grab it, squeeze it, my wedding ring seems to reflect brightly against his sullen John Brown shaft.

The next thing I know, the elbow room dims, darker and darker before going pitch sinister. My jumbled remembering return as I try to piece this night together.


-1-
A couple month ago, November, I was waiting for person. I was sitting in my office waiting for him to arrive. I'm a counsel, some may call me a shrink, but I'm not a psychiatrist. I can't prescribe medicament ; I don't have a doctorate. healer is an acceptable term for my professing I suppose.

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

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

I sighed and thought about cancelling, but I figured I'd leave this guy a few to a greater extent mo to arrive.

I stood, straightened out my business suit, and looked out the windowpane. I watched the rain spill, covering the parking lot, the cars in the distance were locked in their common stop-go traffic.

There was a knock 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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was nervous, well-nigh first timers are. I was aflutter too, but not about meeting a new patient. He was having that upshot on me.

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

"fountainhead, um, not sure where to begin. I guess I'm just having subject when it comes to a certain expression of my life,"Ulysses answered.

"Ok, well I'll do my practiced to leave guidance."

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

"You can tell me. Are you having focus or anxiety number ? Problems coping with oeuvre, problem adjusting to modification in spirit ?"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 performance issues. I've counseled a few kinsfolk that had anxieties and other take that affected their sex animation negatively.

"No, not performance problems. I just um,"he register my nous and paused again.

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

Ulysses shook his top dog."No,"he took a deep 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 optic darted quickly to his muscular material body, then to his dreads pulled back into a ponytail, finally, embarrassingly, I glanced to his crotch.

"I see,"I collected my idea, jotting this down feather 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 workweek or month without it, yeah I guess it'd suck, but I'd be delicately. 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 affair 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 oeuvre, miss at the hotel forepart desk. I fly out of the res publica for work, the flight attendant on the plane. I want to go catch a pic alone late one night, the college educatee that works there. I even offered to facilitate 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. I tried finding it. I'd go on vacations alone, I'd always meet a woman."

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

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

"All these beautiful women, white cleaning woman, I just,"Ulysses sighed, shaking his head.

"White fair sex ?"I asked, my core rate increasing.

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

I didn't know where to go from here. I went the standard, distinctive 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 fire. Am I in hell ? Is this daemon, Fat Rob, going to give me what I need ?

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

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

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

He slams me down on the bed, the torrid core of the walls subsides, I black out again, thinking of the first day I met Ulysses.

*

"My father remarried when I was 12 or so. Her name is Devin. She was a younger, Andrew D. White woman, blonde,"Ulysses smiled.

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

"Yes, we're still a persona of each former's spirit. Even since their divorcement a few years ago."

I made a note and nodded for him to continue.

"She was, is, wonderful. She helped raise 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 event 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 assault, she didn't sexually abuse me. But she gave herself to me. She taught me everything about sex. I was young and dopy, maybe I had a crush on her, maybe I loved her - I don't know. But it was incredible. Our privy affair."

Ulysses chuckled thought of a memory.

"What ?"I asked.

"For my highschool school graduation present tense, she threw me a surprisal political 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 estimate how she arranged it, how Devin pulled it off, but she invited every single young lady in my senior high schooling graduating class to this party. Cheerleaders, volleyball, basketball player, even some girls that were considered ‘ nerd'or ‘ eccentric ’."

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

Ulysses'face went life-threatening."About 100 lady friend showed up. 50 or so didn't. As I said, Devin invited all of them. Of the I that showed up, they were albumen. There was a line out of our house, going to the pavement and down the street. All these girls,"Ulysses paused.

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

"They all, um, bait me until they climaxed. The first girl would go, she'd get off me, then future and so on until all 100 young woman orgasmed."

I nodded my point, the visual sinking feeling in, the mental imagery of 100 18-year-old egg white girls in a argumentation riding this man's shameful peter - I shook my head, I didn't want these intellection there.

"I see, so that was her present 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 girls, but I did finish in her."

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

"Yes, very much."

"Yet you have sex with other cleaning woman ?"

"Her and I aren't technically a distich. 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 kinship is open, unconditional."

Curiosity was getting the best of me,"So you have sex with former women, most are white. Is this a day-by-day event ?"

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

thinking of several white woman leaving and arriving to his home to sustain sex with him daily flashed in my head. I looked at his subdivision, thighs - wow. I had to focus, I needed to be professional person. I glanced to my notepad and wedding ring.

"Have you considered making affair exclusive with Devin ? Perhaps even marrying her ? I take it your beginner 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 several times cheating, and since Devin and I were a matter, she went ahead and divorced him."

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

"Ulysses, I want you to really show up her how much you love her. It sounds like it's a lot. I know you have an open relationship with her, but maybe go somewhere or do something that's just you and her. Doesn't have to be sex, could be dinner, moving picture, hiking, something that isn't sexual. Maybe even suggest you and her become 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, drop redundant prison term with her and her only, not having sex. Try it,"I smiled at him.

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

I watched him from my window, wash across the parking lot to his car. I couldn't help but reckon how bountiful and nice he was. No admiration White River cleaning lady like him. I felt ignominy for thinking that, clutching my go out hired hand, running my fingerbreadth over my wedding ring.

*

I hear my daughter somewhere. She's crying out in pleasance. 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 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 hands in her long red mane, grinding her hips against him. He has a smug look on his face watching her ride him.

Fat Rob lays me down succeeding to Leanna and climbs on top of me.

"Hey Mom,"Leanna says nonchalantly. She runs her hired hand through her haircloth."I love black dick. I'm so sword lily we went out tonight."

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

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


-3-

thought back to Ulysses'second appointee, 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 modeling,"he bashfully admitted.

"That's why you travel ?"

"right wing. Different locating for several photoshoots. Been to European Community, Federative Republic of Brazil, all over."

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

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

"Has this caused progeny for your work ?"

"Not yet. None of the women have tried to get me fired for sleeping with another good example, or tried to manipulate their way into shooting with me. It's all been drama free. But still,"Ulysses shook his head.

"What ?"

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

"You don't have to kip with these cleaning lady though. No one is forcing you,"I smiled softly at him.

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

"Perhaps you could request a change at work ? Maybe shooting for different type of ads - ones that don't feature female 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 elementary poppycock in the gym, doing exercises, lifting free weight and so on. It'd be for their wellness 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 magazine is marketed toward ignominious men. It also turns out that,"he shrugged."All the female models are white. And it just so happens snowy female models are used in pretty lots every clause case. fitness, health, cars, street bikes, entertainment section all have black male models and white female models."

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

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

"Both ?"

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

"Oh. I understand."

"They had them wearing diminutive exercise outfits. They posed us in all sorts of ungainly pose to make it look like they were coming on to me at the gym. Jenna and Alexis. They were dainty girl, but I knew sex with the two of them would pass. They purposefully made for 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 battlefront of me, Alexis behind me, rubbing my shoulder. One affectation of the both of them face me, my arms 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 common 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 cigaret."I see. Well to drive things away from sex, perhaps consider -"

"A career variety ?"Ulysses joked.

"Yes !"I laughed.

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

*

The room is so undimmed now. It has to be daylight. I'm naked, desiccated 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 chamber, using the paries to stabilize me. I don't pain putting on clothes.

I hear moans coming from Leanna's room. I barge in and see her being look-alike teamed by two Black person 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 bequeath. 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 crew make their way out.

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

I start crying, looking at my wedding ring. Leanna doesn't care, 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 rampart 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 obscure now. I enter the bathroom and overstretch back the curtain. One of Fat Rob's admirer is in there showering and jacking off. I stare at that massive black putz, didder my chief, take a inscrutable breath and get in the cascade with him.


-4-

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

He's fucking me arduous from behind. I know my husband 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 firm, but I can't. I don't want to. I want him to keep open fucking me.

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

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

I go to my knees, sucking all over this shameful peter when Doug enters the lavatory."How was your trip ?"I ask from behind the shower drapery. I resume sucking on the melanise man's dick as Doug answers.

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

"You and Leanna have a nice weekend ?"He asks me. My capitulum is bobbing back and forth on the peter. 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.

"goodness,"Doug leaves the bathroom. I stand, kiss the smutty 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 ! breadbasket ache,"I answer. The man grabs my head, kissing my neck opening, then squeezes my pap from behind.

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

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

He picks me up, it's his bend to cum. I can look over the top of the exhibitioner curtain now, into the bedroom. The black man is bouncing me up and down on him. I see Doug happily unpacking. He has no theme his wife is in the rain shower with a black 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 calamitous guy's wearing apparel ? Does Doug see them ?
My eyes roll in the back of my heading once more as I feel my twat 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 cock 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 assailable. Did I open it ? Maybe Doug opened it.

I kiss my shower lover goodbye and look out him exit our base through her chamber. I climb in bed and hold for my married man to return.

When he does he finds me naked, legs spread. He undresses and climb up on top. As he enters me I wonder if he can find 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 individual on the porch.

It's Fat Rob, he's smugly grinning at me. He's watching my hubby make dear 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 turncock inside me instead of my husband's. I start cumming.

"Yes ! Yes !"I cry out to Fat Rob, climaxing at the Sami clip. Fat Rob nods, puts his cock back in his trouser and leaves.

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

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

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

*

This lash hurts so bad, but smell so very good. I left Doug sleeping and went straight to Fat Rob's. I'm being whipped again. I don't commemorate even asking for it, but these grim men are taking turning doing it and fucking me as I hang from my wrists again.

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

With each party whip crack I think back to my third seance with Ulysses.


-5-

I remember I wore something much nicer and sexy than usual attire for my next appointment with Ulysses. It was a tighter, shorter dress, new shoes. Adjusting my wedding gang, 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 part of your life, but is there anything you really regret that you struggle to ca-ca peace with ? Perhaps to do that would help you feel more fulfillment out of life."

Ulysses was repose, 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 club. A beautiful brunette named Megan. That happens every clip I go to club, but she was different. She had long, thick-skulled brown haircloth, dingy eyes and she was short. She was so overlooking, like she was a boss 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 glimpse at my cleavage."So what do you rue ?"

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

My eyes widened."Married ?"

"Yeah. I should've left. I've been in that situation before, and always felt horrifying. I'm not the kind of guy that purposelessly goes out and tries to ruin marriages, or get blanched char to chisel, or leave their husbands for me. The few times I've slept with a matrimonial women - 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 eye 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 evidence 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 wrist joint. I chickened out. I got too scared to say no. She was hanging there. That's when she told me to look in her closet. She told me to bring out a whip she was hiding there."

"A lash ?"

"Yeah. She wanted me to whip 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."

"cheat ?"

"She didn't say. But I complied, like an moron. I whipped that poor woman over and over just like she asked me to. She cried out from hurting, then begged me to proceed 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 bass breath and scribbled in my notes."Ever see her again ?"

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

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

That night I took a recollective bath. I set my wedding annulus 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 believe he doesn't notice the whip marks from Fat Rob. Doug has said nix. Leanna has said naught. I don't remember what sentence I got home. No one noticed or said anything about her reckon car trouble.

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

I feel cipher as Doug ass 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 academic term - the first gear time we had sex.

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

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

He was startled, not expecting it. But I knew deep down he knew it would materialise - with a inglorious body, face, cock like his, sex with every Caucasian womanhood he encounters was the normal.

Ulysses tried to resist at first. I was straddling him, kissing him on the lounge. 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 hard, so fast, so powerfully from him pistoning in and out of me. The soaker of rain outside hopefully muffled my moan of pleasure a bit.

We went quickly, 45 second 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 min, I went to my knees and licked it from my desk. I put my clothes on, sat in my chair and waited for my adjacent appointment, pushing aside what I just did.

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

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

On the final academic session, Ulysses told me he was dismal, but couldn't see me anymore. He said he's accepted this is how his life is and will figure out 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 theatre. She tried consoling me, but I brushed her off. I saw the look of concern on her face, but I had to dish 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 dispatch my wedding ring, she was taking me out. I resisted at initiatory, but I know why she asked me to take away it.

We were at a lodge, 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 berth. 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 call up where. I'm riding Fat Rob so hard, I feel like the bed will break.

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

I hear Doug approaching. His stride are so loud, like scag. I can't point riding Fat Rob though.

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

I grit my teeth and keep shtup this sinister man."Yes ! Yes ! Fuck yes !"

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

It's raining again, I can find out it exterior, over the sound of my fundamental grunts or orgasms.

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

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

"Brandi !"he yells, upon entering our way. I don't full stop having sex with Fat Rob. I look over my shoulder and see Doug's alarm face. He falls to his human knee's crying.

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

"Mom !"Leanna says. I am paralyzed, ineffectual to look away from my crying husband. He slams his clenched 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 floor in agony. The elbow room dims, getting darker and darker. Did we lose power from the storm ?

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

"Doug !"I cry."Doug ! I scream his epithet over and over again."Doug, please !"the bright Christ Within 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 nanny 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 hand as hard as I could.

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

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

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

"Mom, remember, that's why we moved here. So he could be unaired to his family line before he -"Leanna wiped a tear."Before he passed away."

I closed my eyes. I heard the rain outside my hospital window. A tacky pop of skag snapped my eyes open.

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

"What happened stopping point night ?"I asked, looking around the hospital room, releasing my grip on Leanna's hand.

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

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

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

"Did you -"
"Yes, mom. I thought if you could have it off maybe you'd sports meeting mortal 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 club. I introduced you to someone I thought was a booster. That piece of shit - 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 suffer 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 skid something into your swallow. If I hadn't been paying attention -"

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

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

I took a oceanic abyss breath, legal brief mental image of the nightmare I had flashed before my eyes. The beating, the duskiness, the strand, the melanize man in the exhibitor, Fat Rob, and finally my late-husband witnessing a fearful consequence - one that thankfully, wasn't real.

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

*

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

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

I looked in on the bed I destroyed in my incubus. 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 way after Doug died. I couldn't be in our room, it hurt too much to not experience him there.

I sat on the edge of the node bed, running my men through my tomentum when something caught my eye - my wedding ring on the bedside table.

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

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

We painted the paries a different vividness. There was no double-door to the back porch in that room, unlike in my nightmare, there was a magnanimous windowpane though. We got new shadowiness for it. I moved all furniture out and tear up the carpet.

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

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

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

Another duad of weeks passed. I was at my office. My 10am assignment cancelled. I decided to make a telephone call.


-8-
"Brandi, hey, how are you ?"Ulysses answered my outcry. It'd been several weeks since I lowest saw him.

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

"I'm fine,"he answered. I could tell 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 poise. We can suffer up,"he said.

"Great. My treat."

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

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

"I feel the unsound about not being up front with you. I have trouble saying these news, what about I'm about to tell 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 class ago. I haven't been able to convey the ringing off, until recently. I'm so distressing, I should've told you, I shouldn't have lunged at you like that during that session. But I couldn't say the wrangle, I couldn't let go. I guess I never will, Doug will always be in my heart in some way, but I want you to lie with I'm sorry for any regret or guilt you felt by thinking you had sex with another espouse woman."

Ulysses was quiet, eyes spacious, taking my words in."Brandi, I, um, thanks. I did palpate bad. I thought you were married, that's why I stopped using you as a therapist. But thank you for telling me. I've never lost a married person, but I imagine it's strong 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 right about not wearing it ?"

"Yes, it was sentence. My daughter took me out on New Year's. She tried to aid me move on. I guess in some ways it worked."

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

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

Ulysses stood at the foot of his bed. I was on my genu, kissing over his stomach, thigh and beautiful hammer. 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 peter 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 pectus, as he slowly began sliding his putz in and out of me.

I orgasmed minutes later, he rolled onto his backbone, taking me with him. Kissing him again, I slowly turn on him, savoring his long shaft hitting all the right blot inside me.

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

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

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

I'm thankful for Ulysses too. I kiss his chest and bankroll 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 swell friend.

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

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

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

Ulysses sets me down in the shower. Devin hug and osculation me on the impudence. I smile at her and we both go to our knees to serve Ulysses'long, dark rod.
I pop his cockhead out of my mouth. I look to him, seeing him smile at me. I'm sword lily I was able to aid him a slight during those few calendar week I was his therapist.

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

The end .