instauration

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

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

The orgasm washes over me and the black man leaves. Another takes his stead. He grabs my peg, pulls them around his waistline and has his turn. I don't understand what's going on, but I know I don't want it to end.

It doesn't. It goes on for hour. I don't experience what sentence it is ; if it's break of the day or night. Shirley Temple man after black man take me as I hang here. Every one of them brings me to powerful climax. My trunk feeling like jelly.

Then I see mortal I recognize. I know his public figure. The memories temporarily become clearer. I remember flashing, color light, garish music, people, beverage and him - Fat Rob.

He stands in front of me, pulls me up like the others did and slue his fat dick in me. I cry out, moaning, looking to the ceiling. All I see is a individual bright sparkle above me. His stopcock spirit so undecomposed, so thick and big.

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

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

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

Another orgasm courses through me. Fat Rob doesn't stop. He keeps going, keeps bouncing me. I love this feeling, feeling helpless, hanging there, my wrist tied. I can try 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 head. Did Leanna know this would happen ? Did she know I'd be here with this man ?

More store return. I see my daughter, tall, red hair smiling at me, leading me somewhere. To a building. I see her smiling boldness after she whispers in my ear to loosen and experience fun. We were at a club, that's what led me here - a unintelligent night club.

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

Fat Rob smack my ass, grits his teeth, and seed inside me. It feels so near. His vast load of warm semen filling me up. He steps away smiles, laughing,"That's a estimable twat, Miss Brandi. How old did you say you were ?"

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

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

Fat Rob kisses my left helping hand,"That's a dainty diamond your husband got you. How long you two been married ?"

I can't answer, I can barely spill the beans."Six years,"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 weakened cock. I instinctively grab it, squeeze it, my wedding ring seems to shine brightly against his dark brown shaft.

The next matter I know, the room dims, darker and darker before going rake bootleg. My mingle memory board return as I try to piece this Nox together.


-1-
A twain months ago, November, I was waiting for person. I was sitting in my office waiting for him to arrive. I'm a pleader, some may call me a shrink, but I'm not a shrink. I can't prescribe medicament ; I don't have a doctorate. healer 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 ringing, thought of Doug, intellection of his smile. Doug, Leanna and I moved to Atlanta a yr prior to be closer to Doug's menage. Truthfully, I hated the motility, but agreed to it. employment 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 throw this guy a few to a greater extent minutes to arrive.

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

There was a knock at the room access, without thinking I said"come in"still watching the rain. I remember Doug and I had sex outside last twelvemonth in the rain once. It was summertime sentence 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, come in,"I stammered. I cleared my pharynx, approached him, extending my manus. I introduced myself as Brandi.
He shook it softly, smiling back at me. With my high school bounder on, I was his tallness, 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 cerebration. Ulysses was very muscular, wearing a tight t-shirt, and cargo pants. The rain had an essence on his cutis - his dark-chocolate skin, making it gleam. He wiped his forehead of rain.

"Oh, um, sorry, yes, feel exempt to sit there or the redact. Whatever is well-heeled,"I spoke up.

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

He was skittish, nearly low gear timer are. I was nervous too, but not about meeting a new patient. He was having that effect on me.

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

"well, um, not sure where to commence. I guess I'm just having issues when it comes to a sealed aspect of my life,"Ulysses answered.

"Ok, well I'll do my skillful to provide guidance."

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

"You can distinguish me. Are you having stress or anxiousness proceeds ? Problems coping with work, problem adjusting to variety in life ?"I asked, staring into his heart, avoiding his biceps and chests.

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

"Oh, I see,"my intellect initially thought of public presentation government issue. I've counseled a few folks that had anxiousness and other issues that affected their sex lifespan negatively.

"No, not carrying into action problems. I just um,"he read my psyche and paused again.

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

Ulysses shook his head."No,"he took a cryptical breather."Sex is my sprightliness. 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 sinewy flesh, then to his dread 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 have some sort of addiction 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 hunky-dory. 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 thing 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, lady friend at the hotel front desk. I fly out of the res publica for work, the flying attendant on the plane. I want to go enamor a flick alone late one night, the college scholar that works there. I even offered to help do chiliad work for an older womanhood 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-time. I tried finding it. I'd go on vacations alone, I'd always suffer 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 woman, were so beautiful,"Ulysses answered. Then he said something that made me inhale sharply, hoping he didn't hear me.

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

"Patrick Victor Martindale White fair sex ?"I asked, my heart rate increasing.

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


-2-

This elbow room is burning hot now. I'm on all tetrad, I'm being whipped by Fat Rob. The wall look like they're on fervour. Am I in Hell ? Is this demon, Fat Rob, going to give me what I need ?

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

"Doug,"I whisper, ineffective to justify before another coming comes over me.

Fat Rob grab 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 rampart subsides, I disastrous out again, thinking of the first day I met Ulysses.

*

"My Father-God remarried when I was 12 or so. Her name is Devin. She was a younger, white adult female, blonde,"Ulysses smiled.

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

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

I made a government note and nodded for him to continue.

"She was, is, wonderful. She helped set up 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 aim me to sporting events while my dad worked. She was a great friend. Then I got older."

"That's when matter became more intimate ?"

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

Ulysses chuckled thought process of a memory.

"What ?"I asked.

"For my high school graduation present, 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 school there. I have no idea how she arranged it, how Devin pulled it off, but she invited every unmarried young woman in my high school day graduating course of instruction to this political party. Cheerleaders, volleyball game, basketball thespian, even some young woman that were considered ‘ wonk'or ‘ eccentric ’."

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

Ulysses'aspect went life-threatening."About 100 daughter showed up. 50 or so didn't. As I said, Devin invited all of them. Of the ones that showed up, they were Andrew D. White. There was a air out of our theater, going to the sidewalk and down the street. All these miss,"Ulysses paused.

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

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

I nodded my straits, the visual sinking feeling in, the imaging of 100 18-year-old white girls in a line of business riding this man's black hammer - I shook my head, I didn't want these thoughts there.

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

"Yes. Afterward, they all left, hugging me bye, saying skillful fate at college, and so on, Devin and I remained. We made love in my room. I didn't ending with those girlfriend, but I did finish in her."

I took tone and paused,"Do you jazz Devin ?"

"Yes, very much."

"Yet you have sex with former cleaning woman ?"

"Her and I aren't technically a couple. I sorta view her as a mother image. She's like the mom I never had and loves me in every way. I guess our relationship is open, unconditional."

oddity was getting the practiced of me,"So you have sex with other cleaning woman, almost are bloodless. Is this a daily event ?"

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

sentiment of several white woman leaving and arriving to his home to birth sex with him daily flashed in my head. I looked at his arms, thighs - wow. I had to pore, I needed to be pro. I glanced to my notepad and wedding ring.

"wealthy person you considered making things undivided 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 several metre cheating, and since Devin and I were a matter, she went ahead and divorced him."

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

"Ulysses, I want you to really evidence her how lots 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, movies, 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 fan. 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, slipstream across the parking lot to his car. I couldn't service but think how handsome and nice he was. No wonder E. B. White charwoman like him. I felt pity for thinking that, clutching my left helping hand, running my finger over my wedding ring.

*

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

He's taking me somewhere, down a hallway. We enter a room. I see my girl on a bed, riding a melanise man, her manpower in her long red mane, grinding her hips against him. He has a smug look on his nerve watching her ride him.

Fat Rob lays me down next to Leanna and climb up on top of me.

"Hey Mom,"Leanna says nonchalantly. She runs her hands through her pilus."I love disgraceful dick. I'm so glad we went out tonight."

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

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


-3-

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

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

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

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

"That's why you travel ?"

"Right. Different locations for various photoshoots. Been to Europe, brazil nut, all over."

"So you have sex with citizenry you meet there ? local ?"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 event for your oeuvre ?"

"Not yet. None of the women have tried to get me fired for sleeping with another model, 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 slumber with these women though. No one is forcing you,"I smiled softly at him.

"I know but, it's so hard,"Ulysses said. My opinion 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 work ? Maybe shooting for different type of ads - 1 that don't feature film female models."

"I tried that. Didn't work. I had a picture shoot with a magazine called Elite magazine. I thought it was going to be simple poppycock in the gym, doing exercises, lifting weight and so on. It'd be for their health and fitness segment of the magazine publisher. 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 manikin are Patrick White. And it just so happens white female models are used in pretty practically every clause type. Fitness, health, elevator car, street bicycle, entertainment section all have black male models and whitened female models."

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

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

"Both ?"

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

"Oh. I understand."

"They had them wearing bantam usage outfits. They posed us in all variety of embarrassing affectation to take a shit it front like they were coming on to me at the gym. Jenna and Alexis. They were nice missy, but I knew sex with the two of them would encounter. They purposefully made indisputable 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 airs. Jenna would be in front line of me, Alexis behind me, rubbing my shoulder joint. One mannerism of the both of them face me, my subdivision 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 urine ran frigidness 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 rump."I see. Well to drive things away from sex, perhaps consider -"

"A calling variety ?"Ulysses joked.

"Yes !"I laughed.

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

*

The way is so brilliant now. It has to be daylight. I'm au naturel, dried semen is all over me. I'm somewhere comrade. I rise up in my bed, Doug's and my bed. I'm surrounded by sleeping lightlessness men.

"No,"I struggle to leave our chamber, using the paries to stabilize me. I don't bother putting on clothes.

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

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

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

"Sure,"Fat Rob grin, finishing his testis. 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 halo. 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 wall 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 bathroom and pull back the curtain. One of Fat Rob's friends is in there showering and jacking off. I stare at that monumental melanise cock, shake up my head, take a cryptic breath and get in the shower with him.


-4-

I don't live his name, or why he stayed buns. Why didn't he leave with Fat Rob, why couldn't he lavish elsewhere ?

He's fucking me hard from behind. I know my hubby will be home soon, but I couldn't resist. What's wrongfulness with me ?

Doug can't see this. I have to end this, I have to get this guy out of the sign of the zodiac, but I can't. I don't want to. I want him to go along fucking me.

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

"Here !"I manage to say. The shameful 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 Negro cock when Doug enters the privy."How was your trip ?"I ask from behind the shower curtain. I resume sucking on the pitch-black man's dick as Doug answers.

"It was nifty. Productive,"I hear him say at the sink. I can't think where he went, but I'm dead reckoning work related.

"You and Leanna have a overnice weekend ?"He asks me. My head is bobbing back and forth on the prick. The opprobrious guy has his bridge player on my head holding me in place.

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

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

"Good,"Doug leaves the bathroom. I stand, kiss the disgraceful guy, and turn over back around in the exhibitor. 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 seize my head, kissing my neck opening, then squeezes my tits from behind.

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

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

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

Why doesn't Doug hear us ? Why doesn't he number 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 back of my head once more as I feel my pussy fill with semen. I look to the bedroom again, Doug is gone. I need this Black person guy gone too, before Doug sees him.

I suck his shaft clean and jerk of surplusage cum - it tastes so honest. I lead him back to the chamber, I see the double-door to our back porch is exposed. Did I give it ? Maybe Doug opened it.

I kiss my shower devotee good-by and watch him get out our dwelling through her sleeping room. I climb in bed and wait for my husband to return.

When he does he notice me naked, pegleg banquet. He undresses and climbs 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 psyche to look out the back porch, the double-doors are still open. Doug is still on top, kissing my cervix. I see someone on the porch.

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

As the orgasms passes, I kiss Doug. His cum seconds later.

metre speeds by, the sun solidification, Doug is watching a game after dinner, Leanna is out - I've no melodic theme where she is. I don't think of talking to her.

I write Doug a immediate note. I tell him Leanna is having car trouble, I'm going to blame her up. I leave it next to the table by his recliner. I kiss his forehead and leave.

*

This whiplash 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 remember even asking for it, but these black men are taking number doing it and fucking me as I hang from my radiocarpal joint again.

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

With each whip crack I think back to my one-third academic session with Ulysses.


-5-

I remember I wore something much nicer and sexier than common garb for my next appointment with Ulysses. It was a tighter, shorter garb, new shoes. Adjusting my wedding doughnut, I felt silly, but figured no impairment would follow from dressing nicer.

"Ulysses, I want to let the cat out of the bag about regret. Not simply feeling bad that sex is a huge part of your lifetime, but is there anything you really regret that you struggle to take peace with ? Perhaps to do that would serve 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 workplace, shoots and so on. I met a woman at a club. A beautiful brunette named Megan. That happens every clip I go to bludgeon, but she was different. She had long, boneheaded Brown University haircloth, dispirited middle and she was shortstop. She was so overlook, like she was a knob or director, and knew what she wanted and how to get it."

"She wanted you ?"I asked, knowing the solution, not blaming the woman.

"Yeah."

I leaned forward a bit, hoping he'd glimpse 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 eyes widened."Married ?"

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

My breathing was mercurial, 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 order 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. I chickened out. I got too scared to say no. She was hanging there. That's when she told me to await in her closet. She told me to bring in out a whiplash she was hiding there."

"A whip ?"

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

I took a deep breath and scribbled in my short letter."Ever see her again ?"

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

I was unable to concenter for the remainder of his session. division of me was so turned on not just from Ulysses, but sleeping with him, the melodic theme of an thing with him, maybe even being whipped.

That dark I took a retentive bath. I set my marriage ring on the English of the tub and fingered myself to culminate respective times - thought process 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 lash marks from Fat Rob. Doug has said cypher. Leanna has said nothing. I don't think of what time I got home. No one noticed or said anything about her supposed car trouble.

I feel regret and shame 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 rainwater. I didn't even notice it was cloudy.


-6-

I remember now. It was raining when I first met Ulysses, it was raining during his fourth part seance - the outset time we had sex.

affair seem light 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 senses aren't working. But I remember Ulysses.

He showed up to his fourth academic term. 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 find - with a lightlessness consistence, typeface, cock like his, sex with every white char he encounters was the normal.

Ulysses tried to resist at low gear. I was straddling him, kissing him on the couch. He pointed to my wedding ring in between kisses. I shut him up with my mouth over his. We were naked soon. He slammed me on my desk and took me there.

I came so tough, so fast, so powerfully from him pistoning in and out of me. The downpour of rainfall outside hopefully muffled my groan of joy a bit.

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

My cunt 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 chairman and waited for my next designation, 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 to a greater extent school term. Each one was naught but sex. We did it on my desk, on the lounge, I swallowed his semen each time.

On the final session, Ulysses told me he was no-count, 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 apparel back on and leave.

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

*

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

It was New class's Eve. Leanna told me to slay my wedding ring, she was taking me out. I resisted at commencement, but I know why she asked me to dispatch it.

We were at a nightspot, I saw several 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 seat. He's why computer storage were fuzzy. 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 gruelling, he calls me"young lady Brandi"again. I resume grinding into him.

I hear Doug approaching. His footstep are so tacky, like skag. I can't stop riding Fat Rob though.

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

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

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

It's raining again, I can learn it outside, over the phone of my primal grunts or orgasms.

He's taking forever to attain our sleeping room and see me in the act. Why is he moving so slacken ?

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

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

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

"Mom !"Leanna says. I am paralytic, unable to look away from my crying married man. He slams his 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 superpower 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 name over and over again."Doug, please !"the bright light is blinding now. I can't breathe.


-7-

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

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

"Where am I ? Where's Doug ?"

"What ?"Leanna glanced to the nurse.

She started crying and the 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 break. I was out of breathing space. I gripped Leanna's hand as hard as I could.

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

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

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

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

I closed my eyes. I heard the rain outside my hospital window. A loud pop of big H snapped my optic open.

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

"What happened last dark ?"I asked, looking around the hospital way, 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 annulus ?"I glanced to my leftfield hand, not seeing it there.

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

"Did you -"
"Yes, mom. I thought if you could consume it off maybe you'd meet 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 lamentable,"Leanna's crying returned.

"For what, sweetie ?"

"I took you to that club. I introduced you to person 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 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 glad I saw him slip something into your drinkable. If I hadn't been paying attention -"

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

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

I took a deep hint, brief picture of the nightmare I had flashed before my eyes. The whipping, the duskiness, the chains, the black man in the exhibitioner, Fat Rob, and finally my late-husband witnessing a horrific event - one that thankfully, wasn't real.

I shook the range of a function from my headland and held my daughter. She was still wearing the dress she wore on our nighttime out.

*

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

I considered filing a constabulary report. But neither Leanna nor I know his finally name, where he works, or anything other than his coming into court. 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 twelvemonth 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 give him there.

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

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

The trace week, Leanna and I went through Doug's habiliment and other particular, boxing them up, taking them to Goodwill.

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

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

One particular remained - a bed. The pursual weekend, Leanna helped me piece out a new bed for that room - my room. I moved out of the guest room that night.

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

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


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

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

"I'm mulct,"he answered. I could tell he felt awkward.

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

"Yeah, that's assuredness. We can match up,"he said.

"Great. My treat."

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

"There's more,"I glanced to my unexpended hired man, my wedding ring no longer there.

"I feel the regretful about not being up front with you. I have trouble saying these words, what about I'm about to tell you,"I glanced at my 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 year ago. I haven't been able to withdraw the ring off, until recently. I'm so disconsolate, I should've told you, I shouldn't have lunged at you like that during that session. But I couldn't say the Bible, I couldn't let go. I guess I never will, Doug will always be in my core in some way, but I want you to know I'm sorry for any regret or guilt trip you felt by thinking you had sex with another married woman."

Ulysses was tranquillity, eyes 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 married person, but I imagine it's heavy to say that they're gone, that you're not married anymore and to take off the ring."

"Yes,"I smiled at him.

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

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

We smiled at each other once more before our meal arrived. I learned to a greater extent 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 heart-to-heart, but not too undetermined, relationship.

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

Ulysses stood at the foot of his bed. I was on my knee joint, kissing over his stomach, second joint and beautiful tool. 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 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 manpower, I placed my own bridge player on his chest, as he slowly began sliding his pecker in and out of me.

I orgasmed mo later, he rolled onto his rachis, taking me with him. Kissing him again, I slowly taunt him, savoring his long peter hitting all the ripe smear 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 expert now.

I did see him again. I'm lying in his munition right now. It's been a few 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 ugly event.

The nightmare I had is a piddling 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 man shimmy bear, named Leanna, will join me, snuggling up to me, watching a flick in my new bed. I'm thankful I have her support.

I'm thankful for Ulysses too. I kiss his chest of drawers and roll back on top of him, sliding his cock back inside me. We meet up occasionally for luncheon or dinner - then sex. He's not my beau, just a keen friend.

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

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

This intense climax flip, Ulysses holding me. We kiss, he sits up, his dick still embedded inside me and takes me the shower to join Devin.

Ulysses sets me down in the shower. Devin hug and kisses me on the buttock. I smile at her and we both go to our knees to service Ulysses'long, sour rod.
I pop his cockhead out of my oral cavity. I look to him, seeing him grin at me. I'm glad I was able-bodied to aid him a footling during those few weeks I was his therapist.

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

The end .