intro

The elbow room is sullen and foggy. I'm hanging, my wrists tied to a Chain of some sort above me. Someone is fucking me. My visual modality is coming into direction. I see a pitch blackness man grinning at me. My legs are wrapped around his shank ; he's holding me up by my ass and is making me cum.

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

The orgasm washes over me and the Joseph Black man leaves. Another takes his place. He grabs my legs, pulls them around his waist and has his bend. 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 minute. I don't eff what clip it is ; if it's morning time or Night. Negro man after fatal man pick out me as I hang here. Every one of them brings me to herculean climax. My body feels like jelly.

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

He stands in figurehead of me, twist me up like the others did and slide his fat hammer in me. I cry out, moaning, looking to the ceiling. All I see is a single bright light above me. His cock feels so good, so thick and big.

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

"What ?"I ask. I look to my left hired man above me, I see my wedding party gang. I could've sworn Leanna, my daughter told me to take it off. more retentiveness return.

She did tell me to withdraw it. She said I needed this night, she said I deserve it.

Another sexual climax courses through me. Fat Rob doesn't period. He keeps going, keeps bouncing me. I love this touch sensation, feeling helpless, hanging there, my wrists tied. I can hear 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 question. Did Leanna know this would happen ? Did she know I'd be here with this man ?

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

persona of her laughing, talking, dancing with men, pointing in my direction, waving me over. My married man, Doug, I see his nerve next. Was Leanna trying to get me to cuckold on Doug tonight ?

Fat Rob smacking my ass, grits his tooth, and cums inside me. It feels so unspoilt. His huge load of quick semen filling me up. He steps away smile, laughing,"That's a skillful pussycat, Miss Brandi. How old did you say you were ?"

I can't remember. I can't even remember my age."F-forty,"I struggle to let the cat out of the bag."Something."

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

Fat Rob kisses my go forth hand,"That's a nice diamond your husband got you. How tenacious you two been married ?"

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

"Mmmm,"he guides my hand to his thinned stopcock. I instinctively grab it, squeeze it, my wedding ring seems to reflect brightly against his sorry brown shaft.

The next thing I know, the room dims, darker and darker before going pitch black. My higgledy-piggledy storage return as I try to piece this night together.


-1-
A couple calendar month ago, November, I was waiting for someone. 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 medication ; I don't have a doctorate. Therapist is an acceptable term for my profession I suppose.

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

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

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

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

There was a knocking at the doorway, 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 summer fourth dimension though.

"how-do-you-do ?"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, how-do-you-do, follow 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 richly 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 thoughts. Ulysses was very muscular, wearing a tight jersey, and cargo pants. The rainwater had an effect on his skin - his dark-chocolate skin, making it sparkle. He wiped his forehead of rain.

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

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

He was nervous, most outset timekeeper are. I was nervous too, but not about meeting a new patient. He was having that core on me.

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

"well, um, not trusted where to get. I guess I'm just having take when it comes to a certain aspect of my aliveness,"Ulysses answered.

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

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

"You can tell me. Are you having accent or anxiety military issue ? job coping with oeuvre, trouble adjusting to changes in lifespan ?"I asked, staring into his middle, avoiding his biceps and chests.

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

"Oh, I see,"my thinker initially thought of operation issues. I've counseled a few tribe that had anxieties and former issues that affected their sex lifespan negatively.

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

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

Ulysses shook his head."No,"he took a deeply breathing space."Sex is my spirit. 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 middle darted quickly to his brawny frame, then to his dread pulled back into a ponytail, finally, embarrassingly, I glanced to his crotch.

"I see,"I collected my thoughts, jotting this down on my notepad."So you feel you may stimulate some sort of addiction to sex ?"

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

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

"Yeah,"Ulysses glanced behind me to the rainfall outside."No thing what I do, who I meet, where I go, sex is always involved. Sometimes it's stranger, sometimes not, but it never fails. I go out of town for body of work, girl at the hotel front desk. I fly out of the body politic for oeuvre, the flight attendant on the planing machine. I want to go catch a movie alone late one night, the college student that works there. I even offered to aid do grounds 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 allow the sex to chance ?"I asked.

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

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

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

"Yes. A few Latina as well, but most all have been T. H. White. I don't know if it's because I'm black or what. But I want to say no, I want to not find like a art object of meat, but there's just something so beautiful about them,"Ulysses said, center 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 room is burning hot now. I'm on all quaternion, I'm being whipped by Fat Rob. The paries look like they're on fire. Am I in Hell ? Is this daimon, 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 hymeneals ring.

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

Fat Rob take hold of 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 flaming consequence of the walls subsides, I black out again, thinking of the first day I met Ulysses.

*

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

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

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

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

"She was, is, howling. She helped get up me. But because she's only 9 or 10 years older than me, we hung out a lot. We'd go to film ; she'd take me to sporting outcome while my dad worked. She was a great friend. Then I got older."

"That's when matter became more cozy ?"

"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 dopy, maybe I had a crush on her, maybe I loved her - I don't know. But it was incredible. Our hidden affair."

Ulysses chuckled thought of a memory.

"What ?"I asked.

"For my highschool school commencement ceremony present tense, she threw me a surprise 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 mind how she arranged it, how Devin pulled it off, but she invited every single girl in my high school graduating course to this political party. Cheerleaders, volleyball, basketball players, even some girls that were considered ‘ nerds'or ‘ geeks ’."

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

Ulysses'look went good."About 100 girls 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 short letter out of our theater, going to the sidewalk and down the street. All these young woman,"Ulysses paused.

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

"They all, um, drive me until they climaxed. The for the first time girlfriend would go, she'd get off me, then succeeding and so on until all 100 girls orgasmed."

I nodded my caput, the visual sinking feeling in, the imagery of 100 18-year-old white miss in a line riding this man's shameful peter - I shook my head, I didn't want these thoughts there.

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

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

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

"Yes, very much."

"Yet you have sex with other char ?"

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

Curiosity was getting the easily of me,"So you have sex with other charwoman, virtually are Edward White. Is this a day-after-day issue ?"

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

thought process of various clean fair sex leaving and arriving to his domicile to deliver sex with him daily flashed in my head. I looked at his weapons system, second joint - wow. I had to focus, I needed to be professional. I glanced to my notepad and marriage ring.

"Have 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, your onetime step-mother ?"

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

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

"Ulysses, I want you to really show her how very much you love her. It sounds like it's a lot. I know you have an open kinship with her, but maybe go somewhere or do something that's just you and her. Doesn't have to be sex, could be dinner, flick, hiking, something that isn't sexual. Maybe even suggest you and her go exclusive. 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, spend superfluous clip 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 adjacent week.

I watched him from my window, race across the parking lot to his car. I couldn't helper but think how well-favored and nice he was. No wonder white women like him. I felt pity for thinking that, clutching my left hand, running my finger over my wedding ring.

*

I hear my girl 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 get out this place.

He's taking me somewhere, down a hallway. We enter a room. I see my girl on a bed, riding a black man, her hand in her farsighted red mane, grinding her hips against him. He has a smug look on his cheek watching her drive him.

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

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

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

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


-3-

thought back to Ulysses'second fitting, 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 mold,"he bashfully admitted.

"That's why you travel ?"

"Right. Different locations for several photoshoots. Been to Europe, Federative Republic of Brazil, all over."

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

"Sometimes. It's mostly coworkers though. Usually after photo shoots with me, we'll sports meeting up for drinking 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 good example, or tried to falsify their way into shooting with me. It's all been drama free. But still,"Ulysses shook his head.

"What ?"

"It's body of 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 thoughts 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 unlike character of ads - ones that don't feature distaff models."

"I tried that. Didn't oeuvre. I had a photo shoot with a magazine called elite cartridge clip. I thought it was going to be unproblematic stuff in the gym, doing physical exertion, lifting weights and so on. It'd be for their health and fittingness plane section 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 simulation are white. And it just so happens Andrew Dickson White female simulation are used in pretty much every clause case. Fitness, wellness, machine, street bikes, entertainment section all have disastrous male poser and clean female models."

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

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

"Both ?"

"There were two exemplar. Two blonde, fairly big in the fanny,"Ulysses said.

"Oh. I understand."

"They had them wearing tiny physical exercise kit. They posed us in all kind of embarrassing pose to get to it look like they were coming on to me at the gym. Jenna and Alexis. They were nice girls, 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 support down ?"I asked, knowing he probably enjoyed it.

"No. The photographer was setting us up in these poses. Jenna would be in front of me, Alexis behind me, rubbing my shoulders. One airs of the both of them face me, my arms around them resting my deal on their blue back. It all led up to it."

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

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

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

"A career change ?"Ulysses joked.

"Yes !"I laughed.

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

*

The elbow room is so bright now. It has to be daylight. I'm bare, 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-market men.

"No,"I struggle to depart our bedroom, using the paries to steady me. I don't annoyance putting on clothes.

I hear moans coming from Leanna's room. I barge in and see her being two-baser teamed by two fatal 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 married man 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. Some are clothed, some are naked, there must've been 15 men in the theatre. I can't believe what I've done.

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

"What a dark !"she laughs."Hopefully Doug won't find out and we can do it again and again and again !"

I can't believe her. I can't believe this has happened. It feels like the walls are closing in on me. I run away, I run to my bedroom.

Strange, the shower is running. Did I leave it on ? Everything seems so confound 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 massive black cock, shake my head, take a abstruse breath and get in the shower with him.


-4-

I don't know his gens, or why he stayed behind. Why didn't he leave with Fat Rob, why couldn't he lavish elsewhere ?

He's fucking me hard from behind. I know my husband will be home soon, but I couldn't resist. What's untimely 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 maintain fucking me.

"Brandi ? You family ?"I hear Doug call out to me.

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

I go to my knee, sucking all over this blackened cock when Doug enters the bathroom."How was your slip ?"I ask from behind the shower curtain. I resume sucking on the black man's hawkshaw as Doug answers.

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

"You and Leanna have a gracious weekend ?"He asks me. My head is bobbing back and Forth River on the shaft. The black guy has his hired man 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 bath. I stand, kiss the dim guy, and wrick 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 question, kissing my neck opening, then squeezes my titty from behind.

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

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

He picks me up, it's his turn to cum. I can take care over the top of the shower curtain 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 married woman 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 halt it ? How can he not roll in the hay ? Where are the black guy's apparel ? Does Doug see them ?
My eyes roll in the back of my mind once more as I feel my pussy filling with ejaculate. I look to the sleeping room again, Doug is gone. I need this Negroid guy gone too, before Doug sees him.

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

I kiss my rain shower lover sayonara and watch him drop dead our home through her bedchamber. I climb in bed and waiting for my husband to return.

When he does he line up me defenseless, legs spread. 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 read/write head to look out the back porch, the double-doors are still subject. Doug is still on top, kissing my neck. I see person 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 ally ? I don't know, I watch him, I picture that big bleak cock inside me instead of my husband's. I start cumming.

"Yes ! Yes !"I cry out to Fat Rob, climaxing at the same fourth dimension. Fat Rob nods, puts his cock back in his pants and leaves.

As the orgasm passport, I kiss Doug. His cums seconds later.

clip upper by, the sun sets, Doug is watching a plot after dinner, Leanna is out - I've no idea where she is. I don't retrieve talking to her.

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

*

This lash hurts so bad, but flavour so very salutary. 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 dark men are taking turns doing it and fucking me as I hang from my wrists again.

I scream out with pain and joy. 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 third session with Ulysses.


-5-

I remember I wore something much nicer and sexier than usual garb for my next appointment with Ulysses. It was a tighter, shorter clothes, new shoes. Adjusting my wedding ring, I felt silly, but figured no harm would amount from dressing nicer.

"Ulysses, I want to verbalise about declination. Not simply feeling bad that sex is a immense portion of your life, but is there anything you really regret that you struggle to do peace of mind with ? Perhaps to do that would avail you feel more fulfillment out of life."

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

"Yeah,"he eventually spoke up.

I waited for him to reply, giving him time.

"I was in Miami. I go down there often for work, shoots and so on. I met a fair sex at a club. A beautiful brunet named Megan. That happens every time I go to clubs, but she was different. She had long, thick brown hair, blue eyes and she was short. She was so overtop, like she was a boss or manager, and knew what she wanted and how to get it."

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

"Yeah."

I leaned forward a bit, hoping he'd glance at my cleavage."So what do you regret ?"

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

My eyes widened."Married ?"

"Yeah. I should've left hand. I've been in that situation before, and always felt horrifying. I'm not the sort of guy that purposelessly goes out and tries to smash man and wife, or get white women to cheat, or leave their hubby for me. The few times I've slept with a marital fair sex - I hate to say this, but it was accidental. I wasn't preparation on it or searching for it."

My breathing was erratic, my middle pumping,"Um, ok, I see. So you and Megan had sex and there was regret."

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

"You were enjoying it."

"Yes, but then she told me to tie her up. Megan wanted me to do it by her wrists. I chickened out. I got too scared to say no. She was hanging there. That's when she told me to look in her W.C.. She told me to get out a whip she was hiding there."

"A lash ?"

"Yeah. She wanted me to welt her. I thought it was a racial thing. Black slave 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 imbecile. I whipped that poor adult female over and over just like she asked me to. She cried out from pain in the neck, 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 banknote."Ever see her again ?"

"No. We had sex one to a greater extent meter in the shower, then I left."

I was ineffectual to concentre for the rest of his sitting. Part of me was so turned on not just from Ulysses, but sleeping with him, the mind of an affair with him, maybe even being whipped.

That night I took a farseeing bath. I set my wedding ring on the side of meat of the tub and fingered myself to climax several clip - thought process 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 aught. Leanna has said nothing. I don't commemorate what sentence I got home. No one noticed or said anything about her supposed car trouble.

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

I feel nothing as Doug ass me from behind. I'm looking out into the backyard, it's pouring down rain. I didn't even notice it was cloudy.


-6-

I remember now. It was raining when I first met Ulysses, it was raining during his quaternary sitting - the first base time we had sex.

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

He showed up to his fourth session. I was wearing another sexy garb. 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 melanise body, aspect, cock like his, sex with every Edward Douglas White Jr. adult female he encounters was the normal.

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

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

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

My pussy was oozing seminal fluid onto my desk. After a few transactions, I went to my knees and licked it from my desk. I put my clothes on, sat in my chair and waited for my succeeding appointment, pushing aside what I just did.

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

Ulysses and I met only two more than Roger Huntington Sessions. Each one was nothing but sex. We did it on my desk, on the couch, I swallowed his semen each time.

On the net academic term, Ulysses told me he was sorry, but couldn't see me anymore. He said he's accepted this is how his life is and will 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 dark at the house. She tried consoling me, but I brushed her off. I saw the look of fear on her face, but I had to deal with what I've done on my own.

*

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

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

We were at a clubhouse, 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 blank space. He's why memory were blurred. 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 difficult, he calls me"misfire Brandi"again. I resume grinding into him.

I hear Doug approaching. His footfall are so flashy, like smack. I can't stop riding Fat Rob though.

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

I grit my tooth and go on screw this sinister man."Yes ! Yes ! nookie yes !"

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

It's raining again, I can take heed it remote, over the phone of my key grunt or orgasms.

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

Thomas More boom step, 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 layover having sex with Fat Rob. I look over my articulatio humeri and see Doug's horror-struck cheek. He falls to his knee's crying.

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

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

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

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

"Doug !"I cry."Doug ! I scream his epithet over and over again."Doug, please !"the bright sparkle 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 public figure 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 breathing spell. I gripped Leanna's hand as hard as I could.

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

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

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

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

I closed my eyes. I heard the rainfall outside my hospital window. A loud pop of smack snapped my eyes open.

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

"What happened go Night ?"I asked, looking around the hospital way, releasing my grip on Leanna's hand.

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

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

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

"Did you -"
"Yes, mom. I thought if you could subscribe 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 friend. That piece of shit - I mean, Fat Rob. I saw him put something in your deglutition. 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 often of whatever it was. I called 911, I was freaking out. I didn't want to fall behind 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 skid something into your drink. If I hadn't been paying attending -"

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

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

I took a deep breath, brief image of the incubus I had flashed before my oculus. The whipping, the darkness, the Ernst Boris Chain, the contraband man in the shower, Fat Rob, and finally my late-husband witnessing a horrific event - one that thankfully, wasn't real.

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

*

I went home the succeeding day. I had trouble walking a bit, and my head teacher trauma, but I was fine. Thankfully, whatever Fat Rob slipped into my beverage wasn't adequate to defeat me.

I considered filing a patrol report. But neither Leanna nor I know his live on name, where he works, or anything former than his appearance. Still, it wouldn't distress 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 invitee elbow room after Doug died. I couldn't be in our room, it hurt too much to not bear 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 several minute before slowly reaching for it. I started to put it on, but stopped myself."No,"I said out loud. I opened the draftsman and stowed it safely away.

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

We painted the wall a different vividness. There was no double-door to the book binding porch in that way, unlike in my nightmare, there was a large window though. We got new nicety for it. I moved all furniture out and pluck up the carpet.

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

One point remained - a bed. The postdate weekend, Leanna helped me nibble 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 world-class Night back in that room since Doug passed away.

Another duet of weeks passed. I was at my office. My 10am naming cancelled. I decided to bring in a phone call.


-8-
"Brandi, hey, how are you ?"Ulysses answered my call. It'd been several workweek since I finale 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 receive for lunch today. There's something I'd like to tell you. More of an apologia, actually."

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

"Great. My treat."

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

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

"I feel the unfit about not being up front with you. I have hassle saying these words, what about I'm about to recount you,"I glanced at my script 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 shoot the ring off, until recently. I'm so sorry, I should've told you, I shouldn't have lunged at you like that during that session. But I couldn't say the discussion, 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 be intimate I'm sorry for any regret or guilt you felt by thinking you had sex with another married woman."

Ulysses was quietly, optic wide, taking my intelligence 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 concentrated to say that they're gone, that you're not married anymore and to select 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 clock time. My daughter took me out on New Year's. She tried to help 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 former 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 power for the day.

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

I stood and he squatted, picking me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. Standing there, he guided his putz 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 hired hand on his chest, as he slowly began sliding his stopcock in and out of me.

I orgasmed minutes later, he rolled onto his back, taking me with him. Kissing him again, I slowly rode him, savoring his recollective pecker hitting all the ripe spots inside me.

We went until after midnight. I kissed him goodbye, told him I'd see him again sometime. He said that'd be corking, he suggested I meet Devin. At the clip 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 prevarication in his arms right now. It's been a few month since my dark 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 trivial fuzzy, some of the inside information lost over sentence. But I'll never forget it. Luckily, I've slept much better. Every once in a patch a man shift bear, named Leanna, will join me, snuggling up to me, watching a moving picture in my new bed. I'm thankful I have her support.

I'm thankful for Ulysses too. I kiss his thorax and roll 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 outstanding friend.

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

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

This acute coming passes, Ulysses holding me. We kiss, he sits up, his putz still embedded inside me and takes me the shower to connect Devin.

Ulysses sets me down in the shower bath. Devin hugs and kisses me on the cheek. I smile at her and we both go to our knees to avail Ulysses'long, dark rod.
I pop his cockhead out of my mouth. I look to him, seeing him smile at me. I'm gladiolus I was able to help him a little during those few weeks I was his therapist.

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

The end .