launching

The way is dark and hazy. I'm wall hanging, my wrists tied to a chain of some sort above me. Someone is fucking me. My vision is coming into focus. I see a Shirley Temple 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 live on 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 place. He grabs my wooden leg, pulls them around his shank 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 hours. I don't know what time it is ; if it's dayspring or dark. Negro man after black man take me as I hang here. Every one of them brings me to herculean orgasm. My body feeling like jelly.

Then I see individual I recognize. I know his gens. The memory board temporarily become clearer. I remember flashing, color lights, loud music, people, drinks and him - Fat Rob.

He stands in movement of me, puff me up like the others did and slither his fat tool in me. I cry out, moaning, looking to the ceiling. All I see is a single bright brightness above me. His cock flavour so good, so thickheaded and big.

"Your hubby is going to bed we stretched out that kitty of yours, Miss Brandi,"Fat Rob tells me, pumping his pelvic arch upward.

"What ?"I ask. I look to my exit hand above me, I see my marriage ring. I could've sworn Leanna, my daughter told me to direct it off. More retention return.

She did tell me to slay 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 tone, feeling helpless, hanging there, my articulatio radiocarpea tied. I can hear the strand 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 top dog. Did Leanna sleep together this would take place ? Did she know I'd be here with this man ?

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

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

Fat Rob smacking my ass, grits his teeth, and semen inside me. It feels so good. His huge lading of strong cum filling me up. He steps away grin, laughing,"That's a good kitty, missy Brandi. How old did you say you were ?"

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

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

Fat Rob kisses my go out hand,"That's a Nice diamond your husband got you. How farseeing you two been married ?"

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

"Mmmm,"he guides my hand to his de-escalate dick. I instinctively grab it, squeeze it, my wedding ring seems to shine brightly against his benighted Robert Brown shaft.

The succeeding thing I know, the room dims, darker and darker before going sales pitch black. My confuse memories return as I try to piece this night together.


-1-
A couple calendar month ago, November, I was waiting for soul. I was sitting in my office waiting for him to go far. I'm a counsel, some may shout out me a shrink, but I'm not a psychiatrist. I can't prescribe medication ; I don't have a doctor's degree. therapist is an acceptable terminus for my profession I suppose.

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

I remember fiddling with my wedding ring, thinking of Doug, thinking of his grinning. 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. body of work is certainly more active voice, compared to capital of West Virginia. I rarely have any downtime like I did there.

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

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

There was a smash at the doorway, without thinking I said"come in"still watching the rainwater. I remember Doug and I had sex outside concluding year in the rain once. It was summertime clock 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, howdy, come 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 peak, around 5'10"or so.

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

I watched him, Doug temporarily leaving my thoughts. Ulysses was very sinewy, wearing a closely T-shirt, and cargo trouser. The pelting had an effect on his skin - his dark-chocolate skin, making it glisten. He wiped his brow of rain.

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

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

He was flighty, almost first 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 set about. I guess I'm just having progeny when it comes to a sure facial expression of my life history,"Ulysses answered.

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

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

"You can tell apart me. Are you having emphasis or anxiety way out ? job coping with body of work, problems adjusting to changes in life ?"I asked, staring into his eyes, avoiding his biceps and chests.

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

"Oh, I see,"my mind initially thought of carrying into action issues. I've counseled a few folks that had anxiousness and other issues that affected their sex life negatively.

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

Thinking about by patient role, I pressed him further."intimate orientation military issue ? Maybe another type of disfunction ?"

Ulysses shook his head."No,"he took a deep breathing time."Sex is my spirit. Everything about living 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 muscular frame, then to his apprehension pulled back into a ponytail, finally, embarrassingly, I glanced to his crotch.

"I see,"I collected my intellection, jotting this down on my notepad."So you feel you may take in some kind of addiction to sex ?"

"No. I don't. That's the thing. I'm not addicted. The thought of going weeks or calendar month without it, yeah I guess it'd suction, but I'd be ok. I wouldn't have withdrawals."

"Ok, so no dependance. Can you explain what you mean by sex being your lifetime ?"

"Yeah,"Ulysses glanced behind me to the rain outside."No matter 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, young lady at the hotel front end desk. I fly out of the country for work, the flight of stairs attendant on the sheet. I want to go catch a pic alone late one Nox, the college student that works there. I even offered to help do chiliad employment for an older fair sex I know, and well, like everything else, it ended up with sex."

"So they initiate ?"

"Yes, always."

"Why is this bothering you ?"

"Because, sometimes I feel like that's all I do or am. There's more to life. I tried finding it. I'd go on holiday 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 intellection of that. But these cleaning lady, were so beautiful,"Ulysses answered. Then he said something that made me inhale sharply, hoping he didn't hear me.

"All these beautiful women, white woman, 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 white. I don't know if it's because I'm black or what. But I want to say no, I want to not experience like a piece of nub, 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 itinerary. I started with his childhood.


-2-

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

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

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

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

He slams me down on the bed, the fiery effect of the walls subsides, I Negroid out again, thinking of the low gear day I met Ulysses.

*

"My father remarried when I was 12 or so. Her figure is Devin. She was a vernal, white woman, blond,"Ulysses smiled.

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

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

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

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

"That's when matter became more familiar ?"

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

Ulysses chuckled thinking of a memory.

"What ?"I asked.

"For my high gear school graduation present, she threw me a surprise company. My dad wasn't around - he worked a lot anyway. At the company, I was the merely guy from my school there. I have no theme how she arranged it, how Devin pulled it off, but she invited every single young lady in my senior high school school graduating class to this party. Cheerleaders, volleyball game, 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'case went grievous."About 100 girls showed up. 50 or so didn't. As I said, Devin invited all of them. Of the ace that showed up, they were blanched. There was a line out of our menage, going to the sidewalk and down the street. All these girls,"Ulysses paused.

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

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

I nodded my head word, the visual sinking in, the imagery of 100 18-year-old Theodore Harold White young lady in a pedigree riding this man's bleak cock - I shook my head, I didn't want these view there.

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

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

I took notes and paused,"Do you have a go at it Devin ?"

"Yes, very much."

"Yet you have sex with other fair sex ?"

"Her and I aren't technically a yoke. I sorta view her as a female parent figure. She's like the mom I never had and loves me in every way. I guess our kinship is open, unconditional."

oddment was getting the best of me,"So you have sex with early women, about are whiten. Is this a day by day event ?"

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

Thoughts of several white woman leaving and arriving to his home base to have sex with him daily flashed in my point. I looked at his arms, thigh - wow. I had to sharpen, I needed to be professional person. I glanced to my notepad and wedding ceremony ring.

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

"No, he lives in LA and doesn't know her and I are like this. And no, it wasn't the grounds of their divorce. He was caught respective fourth dimension 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 offset 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 her how a lot you love her. It sounds like it's a lot. I know you have an open human 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 get 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 extra prison term 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, backwash across the parking lot to his car. I couldn't avail but think how openhanded and squeamish he was. No wonder white womanhood like him. I felt disgrace for thinking that, clutching my pull up stakes hired man, 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 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 helping hand in her recollective red mane, grinding her pelvic arch against him. He has a self-satisfied look on his face watching her drive him.

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

"Hey Mom,"Leanna says nonchalantly. She runs her helping hand through her hair."I love Negroid pecker. I'm so glad we went out tonight."

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

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


-3-

cerebration 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 oeuvre, but mostly some, well, seaworthiness modeling,"he bashfully admitted.

"That's why you travel ?"

"Right. Different position for various photoshoots. Been to European Community, Brazil, all over."

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

"Sometimes. It's mostly coworkers though. Usually after picture shoots with me, we'll sports meeting up for beverage and end up in my bed."

"Has this caused exit for your piece of work ?"

"Not yet. None of the char have tried to get me fired for sleeping with another model, or tried to rig their way into shooting with me. It's all been dramatic play free people. But still,"Ulysses shook his head.

"What ?"

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

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

"I know but, it's so hard,"Ulysses said. My intellection 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 piece of work ? Maybe shooting for different type of ads - one 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 simple stuff in the gym, doing exercises, lifting weights and so on. It'd be for their health and fitness section of the cartridge. Turns out,"Ulysses shook his head.

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

"Turns out the powder store is marketed toward melanise men. It also turns out that,"he shrugged."All the female person fashion model are whiteness. And it just so materialize white female theoretical account are used in pretty lots every article type. fittingness, health, cars, street bikes, entertainment department all have black male person models and white 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 bulwark, having sex.

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

"Both ?"

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

"Oh. I understand."

"They had them wearing bantam exercise outfits. They posed us in all sorts of embarrassing poses to shit it look like they were coming on to me at the gym. Jenna and Alexis. They were gracious girls, but I knew sex with the two of them would happen. They purposefully made sure as shooting to rub themselves against me. It was awkward."

"Did you think about saying no ? Or asking them to endorse down ?"I asked, knowing he probably enjoyed it.

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

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

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

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

"A life history change ?"Ulysses joked.

"Yes !"I laughed.

We shared a smile and prolonged eye inter-group communication before I continued the session.

*

The room is so brightly now. It has to be daylight. I'm naked, dried 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 lightlessness men.

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

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

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

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

"Sure,"Fat Rob smiles, finishing his egg. 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 defenseless, there must've been 15 men in the theatre. 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 paries are closing in on me. I run away, I run to my bedroom.

Strange, the cascade is running. Did I leave it on ? Everything seems so blur now. I enter the bathroom and pull back the drapery. One of Fat Rob's Friend is in there showering and jacking off. I stare at that massive black cock, shake my pass, take a oceanic abyss breath and get in the exhibitioner with him.


-4-

I don't make out his epithet, or why he stayed derriere. Why didn't he leave with Fat Rob, why couldn't he shower down elsewhere ?

He's fucking me surd from behind. I know my husband will be home soon, but I couldn't resist. What's wrongly 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 stay fresh fucking me.

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

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

I go to my knee joint, sucking all over this black dick when Doug enters the can."How was your head trip ?"I ask from behind the cascade curtain. I resume sucking on the black man's hawkshaw as Doug answers.

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

"You and Leanna have a squeamish weekend ?"He asks me. My head teacher is bobbing back and Forth on the cock. The black guy has his hands on my nous 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 mordant guy, and reverse back around in the rain shower. He shoves is cock back inside me and keeps going. I can't helper but moan.

"You ok ?"Doug reentered the bathroom.

"Uh huh ! tummy ache,"I answer. The man grab my head teacher, kissing my neck, then squeezes my tits from behind.

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

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

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

Why doesn't Doug hear us ? Why doesn't he add up in and discontinue it ? How can he not sleep together ? Where are the black guy's clothes ? DOE Doug see them ?
My heart roll in the rachis of my head once more as I feel my twat fill with cum. I look to the sleeping room again, Doug is gone. I need this black guy gone too, before Doug sees him.

I suck his cock clean of surfeit semen - it tastes so honest. I lead him back to the bedroom, I see the double-door to our back porch is out-of-doors. Did I give it ? Maybe Doug opened it.

I kiss my shower lover goodbye and watch him exit our home through her chamber. I climb in bed and wait for my husband to return.

When he does he witness me raw, legs spread. He undresses and climb 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 question to bet out the back porch, the double-doors are still open. Doug is still on top, kissing my neck. I see someone on the porch.

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

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

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

Time amphetamine by, the sun curing, Doug is watching a biz after dinner, Leanna is out - I've no estimate 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 piece her up. I leave it future to the board by his reclining chair. I kiss his forehead and leave.

*

This whip hurts so bad, but tactile property so very secure. 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 inkiness men are taking turns doing it and fucking me as I hang from my radiocarpal joint again.

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

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


-5-

I remember I wore something a great deal nicer and sexier than usual attire for my next assignment with Ulysses. It was a tighter, shorter dress, new skid. Adjusting my wedding ring, I felt silly, but figured no harm would come from dressing nicer.

"Ulysses, I want to talk about regrets. Not simply feeling bad that sex is a vast part of your life, but is there anything you really rue that you struggle to cook peace of mind 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 reply, giving him time.

"I was in Miami. I go down there often for employment, shoots and so on. I met a woman at a nightspot. A beautiful brunette named Megan. That happens every clip I go to clubs, but she was unlike. She had long, thick Brown University whisker, blue eye and she was short. She was so dominating, like she was a boss or director, and knew what she wanted and how to get it."

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

"Yeah."

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

"Megan took me house. We were in her kitchen, living way, 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 leftfield. I've been in that state of affairs before, and always felt horrible. I'm not the sort of guy that purposelessly goes out and endeavor to bankrupt marriages, or get white cleaning lady to cheat, or leave their husband for me. The few times I've slept with a married womanhood - I hate to say this, but it was inadvertent. I wasn't preparation on it or searching for it."

My external respiration was erratic, my affectionateness 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 differentiate 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 closet. She told me to bring out a whip she was hiding there."

"A whip ?"

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

"Cheating ?"

"She didn't say. But I complied, like an half-wit. I whipped that poor char over and over just like she asked me to. She cried out from pain, then begged me to celebrate going. When it was done, I regretted ever meeting her. I regretted enabling her to chicane, regretted whipping her. I regretted the whole night."

I took a deep breathing space and scribbled in my eminence."Ever see her again ?"

"No. We had sex one more time in the exhibitor, then I left."

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

That Night I took a long bath. I set my wedding gang on the side 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 quaternion. I can't believe he doesn't notice the party whip marks from Fat Rob. Doug has said goose egg. Leanna has said nothing. I don't remember what time I got home. No one noticed or said anything about her supposed car trouble.

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

I feel zip as Doug fucks 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 4th academic term - the first time we had sex.

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

He showed up to his fourth session. I was wearing another sexy dress. I fingered myself all calendar week thinking of him. I practically jumped on him.

He was startled, not expecting it. But I knew deep down he knew it would happen - with a black body, boldness, putz like his, sex with every white woman he encounters was the normal.

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

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

We went quickly, 45 moment 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 transactions, I went to my human knee and licked it from my desk. I put my dress on, sat in my chair and waited for my next fitting, pushing aside what I just did.

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

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

On the final exam sitting, Ulysses told me he was gloomy, but couldn't see me anymore. He said he's accepted this is how his liveliness is and will forge harder to be airless with Devin. That was it. I watched him put his clothes back on and leave.

Leanna caught me crying that dark at the theatre. She tried consoling me, but I brushed her off. I saw the look of concern on her boldness, 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 Year's Eve. Leanna told me to remove my wedding mob, she was taking me out. I resisted at first, but I know why she asked me to remove it.

We were at a nightclub, I saw several men approach her, some of them she pointed to me. One man, she introduced me to. His name was Fat Rob. He's why I'm here, he's why I'm in this place. He's why remembering were hazy. He's why everything seems odd.

I'm having sex with Fat Rob right now. I'm on my bed, Doug is somewhere, I don't remember where. I'm riding Fat Rob so hard, I feel like the bed will break.

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

I hear Doug approaching. His step are so loud, like roar. I can't stop riding Fat Rob though.

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

I grit my tooth and keep fucking this black man."Yes ! Yes ! Fuck yes !"

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

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

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

More thunder footsteps, my public figure being called. Fat Rob smack my ass, I know Doug hears it.

"Brandi !"he yells, upon entering our room. I don't occlusion having sex with Fat Rob. I look over my articulatio humeri and see Doug's horrify facial expression. He falls to his knee's crying.

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

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

"Mom !"Leanna shakes me, but all I see is Doug crying, striking the story in suffering. The way dims, getting darker and darker. Did we lose superpower from the storm ?

Doug is changing, he's turning brighter. He's a abstemious germ, 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 brilliant light is blinding now. I can't breathe.


-7-

"Doug ! Doug !"I woke up in a infirmary 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 nurse excused herself. I was gasping for air, called out Doug's name over and over.

"Mom,"Leanna shook her head.

"What am I doing here ? I want to see Doug."

"Mom, no, he's -"

It felt like my heart was going to burst. I was out of intimation. I gripped Leanna's hand as backbreaking as I could.

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

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

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

"Mom, think of, that's why we moved here. So he could be cheeseparing to his family before he -"Leanna wiped a bust."Before he passed away."

I closed my eyes. I heard the rainfall outside my hospital windowpane. A loud pop of nose drops snapped my middle open.

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

"What happened last Nox ?"I asked, looking around the hospital room, releasing my suitcase 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 impart handwriting, not seeing it there.

"It's at household. properly by the bed."

"Did you -"
"Yes, mom. I thought if you could make it off maybe you'd meet somebody 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 opus of bastard - 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 err something into your swallow. If I hadn't been paying attending -"

"Oh, truelove, derive here,"I hugged her again.

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

I took a deep breath, brief images of the nightmare I had flashed before my eyes. The tanning, the darkness, the chains, the black man in the shower, Fat Rob, and finally my late-husband witnessing a terrible upshot - one that thankfully, wasn't real.

I shook the look-alike from my head and held my daughter. She was still wearing the dress she wore on our night out.

*

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

I considered filing a constabulary report. But neither Leanna nor I know his terminal name, where he works, or anything other than his visual aspect. 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 year ago. Leanna keeps the room clean, she dusts it and so on.

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

I sat on the edge of the invitee bed, running my manpower through my whisker when something caught my eye - my wedding ring on the bedside table.

I stared at it for respective arcsecond 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 following week, Leanna and I went through Doug's wear and other point, boxing them up, taking them to Goodwill.

We painted the walls a unlike colour. There was no double-door to the backward porch in that room, unlike in my nightmare, there was a magnanimous window though. We got new shades for it. I moved all article of furniture out and tore up the carpet.

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

One point remained - a bed. The following weekend, Leanna helped me blame out a new bed for that room - my room. I moved out of the Edgar Albert Guest room that night.

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

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


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

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

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

"Listen, I was thinking if you don't have plans, we could meet for lunch today. There's something I'd like to tell you. to a greater extent of an excuse, actually."

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

"Great. My treat."

We met a couple hr later at a nearby restaurant. I didn't waste material 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 pass on handwriting, my wedding ring no longer there.

"I feel the worst about not being up front with you. I have trouble saying these dustup, what about I'm about to secernate 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 take the pack off, until recently. I'm so sad, I should've told you, I shouldn't have lunged at you like that during that session. But I couldn't say the Logos, 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 bed I'm sorry for any regret or guilt you felt by thinking you had sex with another wed woman."

Ulysses was quiet, eyes wide, taking my countersign 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 partner, but I imagine it's hard to say that they're gone, that you're not married anymore and to take off the ring."

"Yes,"I smiled at him.

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

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

We smiled at each other once more before our 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 loose, but not too open, relationship.

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

Ulysses stood at the foot of his bed. I was on my genu, kissing over his breadbasket, second joint and beautiful rooster. I sucked it lovingly, slowly, smiling at up at him.

I stood and he squatted, picking me up, my branch wrapping around his waist. Standing there, he guided his turncock in me. I almost climaxed when he entered me. We kissed and he moved me to the bed.

egg laying me gently on my back, he kissed me again. Propping himself up with his manpower, I placed my own workforce on his dresser, as he slowly began sliding his cock in and out of me.

I orgasmed bit later, he rolled onto his spine, taking me with him. Kissing him again, I slowly rode him, savoring his long shaft hitting all the right place 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 dear now.

I did see him again. I'm lying in his munition right now. It's been a few calendar month since my night out with Leanna on New Year's, getting drugged, and waking up in the infirmary a couple days later. It was a horrible event.

The nightmare I had is a niggling fuzzy, some of the details lost over clip. 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 movie in my new bed. I'm thankful I have her support.

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

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

I'm thinking of moving back to capital of West Virginia. Leanna and I weren't as closemouthed to Doug's family. Since he's gone now, maybe it's prison term I return home.

This acute orgasm passes, Ulysses holding me. We kiss, he sits up, his rooster still embedded inside me and takes me the exhibitor to join Devin.

Ulysses sets me down in the shower bath. Devin clinch and candy kiss me on the buttock. I smile at her and we both go to our knees to service Ulysses'long, dark rod.
I pop his cockhead out of my mouth. I look to him, seeing him smile at me. I'm glad I was able-bodied to help oneself him a little during those few weeks I was his therapist.

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

The end .