Introduction

The room is dingy and hazy. I'm hanging, my wrists tied to a range of mountains of some sort above me. Someone is fucking me. My vision is coming into focal point. I see a dark man grinning at me. My branch are wrapped around his waist ; he's holding me up by my ass and is making me cum.

I don't commemorate 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 fateful man leaves. Another takes his place. He grabs my legs, 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 hours. I don't make love what time it is ; if it's good morning or dark. Negroid man after blackamoor man pack me as I hang here. Every one of them brings me to powerful orgasms. My body feels like jelly.

Then I see individual I recognize. I know his name. The memories temporarily become clearer. I remember flashing, color lights, loudly music, masses, drinks and him - Fat Rob.

He stands in front of me, pull me up like the others did and slue his fat cock in me. I cry out, moaning, looking to the ceiling. All I see is a single bright light above me. His stopcock feels so honest, so thickheaded and big.

"Your hubby is going to know we stretched out that pussy of yours, girl Brandi,"Fat Rob tells me, pumping his rose hip upward.

"What ?"I ask. I look to my left deal above me, I see my wedding halo. I could've sworn Leanna, my daughter told me to rent it off. More memories return.

She did distinguish me to off it. She said I needed this night, she said I deserve it.

Another orgasm courses through me. Fat Rob doesn't arrest. He keeps going, keeps bouncing me. I love this feeling, feeling helpless, hanging there, my wrists tied. I can hear the mountain range 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 come about ? Did she know I'd be here with this man ?

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

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

Fat Rob slaps my ass, grits his teeth, and cums inside me. It feels so beneficial. His huge payload of warm semen fills me up. He steps away smiles, laughing,"That's a undecomposed pussy, 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 talk."Something."

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

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

I can't solution, I can barely talk."Six years,"I'm capable to get out, answering his question about my spousal relationship to Leanna's stepfather, Doug.

"Mmmm,"he guides my hand to his break cock. I instinctively grab it, squeeze it, my wedding ring seems to shine brightly against his dark brownness shaft.

The side by side thing I know, the room dims, darker and darker before going slant black. My topsy-turvy retentiveness return as I try to piece this night together.


-1-
A mates calendar month ago, Nov, I was waiting for someone. I was sitting in my office waiting for him to go far. I'm a counselor, some may call me a psychiatrist, but I'm not a shrink. I can't order medicinal drug ; I don't have a doctorate. healer 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 band, thought of Doug, thinking of his smile. Doug, Leanna and I moved to Atlanta a year prior to be closer to Doug's household. Truthfully, I hated the motility, but agreed to it. Work is certainly more participating, 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 fall in this guy a few more minute of arc to arrive.

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

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

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

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

"Um, hi, hello, 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 gamey bounder on, I was his tiptop, around 5'10"or so.

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

I watched him, Doug temporarily leaving my thoughts. Ulysses was very muscular, wearing a squiffy jersey, and load pants. The rainwater had an effect on his skin - his dark-chocolate skin, making it glisten. He wiped his forehead of rain.

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

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

He was spooky, nearly first of all 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 indisputable where to get. I guess I'm just having consequence when it comes to a certain aspect of my liveliness,"Ulysses answered.

"Ok, well I'll do my in force to put up guidance."

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

"You can tell me. Are you having stress or anxiousness issues ? Problems coping with 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 creative thinker initially thought of carrying out issues. I've counseled a few folks that had anxieties and other issues that affected their sex spirit negatively.

"No, not carrying out problems. I just um,"he translate my mind and paused again.

Thinking about past affected role, I pressed him further."Sexual preference issues ? Maybe another type of disfunction ?"

Ulysses shook his forefront."No,"he took a deep breath."Sex is my life history. 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 centre darted quickly to his muscular frame, then to his apprehensiveness pulled back into a ponytail, finally, embarrassingly, I glanced to his crotch.

"I see,"I collected my sentiment, jotting this down on my notepad."So you feel you may have some form of addiction to sex ?"

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

"Ok, so no addiction. Can you excuse what you mean by sex being your living ?"

"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 unknown, sometimes not, but it never fails. I go out of township for employment, girl at the hotel nominal head desk. I fly out of the rural area for work, the flight of steps tender on the carpenter's plane. I want to go catch a picture alone late one night, the college student that works there. I even offered to help oneself do yard work 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."

"rich person you thought about simply saying no or choosing not to allow the sex to happen ?"I asked.

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

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

"albumen fair sex ?"I asked, my heart charge per unit increasing.

"Yes. A few Latina as well, but most all have been Edward White. I don't know if it's because I'm black or what. But I want to say no, I want to not palpate like a piece of nitty-gritty, 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 room is burning hot now. I'm on all fours, I'm being whipped by Fat Rob. The walls look like they're on flak. Am I in Hell ? Is this daemon, Fat Rob, going to have me what I need ?

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

"Doug,"I whisper, ineffectual to justify before another climax comes over me.

Fat Rob grabs 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 igneous core of the walls subsides, I disgraceful out again, thinking of the first day I met Ulysses.

*

"My Father of the Church remarried when I was 12 or so. Her name is Devin. She was a younger, white woman, blonde,"Ulysses smiled.

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

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

I made a note and nodded for him to continue.

"She was, is, wonderful. She helped fire me. But because she's only 9 or 10 years older than me, we hung out a lot. We'd go to flick ; she'd charter me to sporting consequence while my dad worked. She was a great champion. Then I got older."

"That's when things 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 foolish, maybe I had a crush on her, maybe I loved her - I don't know. But it was incredible. Our secret affair."

Ulysses chuckled mentation of a memory.

"What ?"I asked.

"For my high gear school graduation present, she threw me a surprise party. My dad wasn't around - he worked a lot anyway. At the political party, I was the alone guy from my school day there. I have no melodic theme how she arranged it, how Devin pulled it off, but she invited every single girl in my high school graduating class to this company. Cheerleaders, volleyball, hoops histrion, even some girls that were considered ‘ nerds'or ‘ geeks ’."

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

Ulysses'expression went serious."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 albumen. There was a line out of our house, going to the pavement and down the street. All these girls,"Ulysses paused.

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

"They all, um, devolve on 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, the visual sinking in, the imagery of 100 18-year-old gabardine young woman in a line riding this man's black cock - I shook my head, I didn't want these persuasion there.

"I see, so that was her deliver 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 love in my room. I didn't coating with those fille, but I did finish in her."

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

"Yes, very much."

"Yet you have sex with early fair sex ?"

"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 loves me in every way. I guess our kinship is overt, unconditional."

curiosity was getting the Charles Herbert Best of me,"So you have sex with early women, nigh are white. Is this a daily event ?"

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

Thoughts of several Edward D. White woman leaving and arriving to his home to suffer sex with him daily flashed in my caput. I looked at his arms, thighs - wow. I had to sharpen, I needed to be pro. I glanced to my notepad and wedding party ring.

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

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

I checked the meter, it was nearing the end of his first school term. 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 evince her how a good deal you love her. It sounds like it's a lot. I know you have an spread out 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, motion-picture show, hiking, something that isn't intimate. Maybe even suggest you and her turn exclusive. From talking with you about her, it sounds like she loves you like a son and a buff. That's up to you though. Mainly, spend extra 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 next week.

I watched him from my windowpane, backwash across the parking lot to his car. I couldn't help but think how handsome and nice he was. No wonder white women like him. I felt shame for thinking that, clutching my pass on manus, running my finger over my wedding ceremony ring.

*

I hear my daughter somewhere. She's crying out in pleasure. One of Fat Rob's ally must be fucking her. I'm in Fat Rob's blazon, kissing him as he bounces me on his dick. 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 dim man, her hands in her farsighted red mane, grinding her pelvic arch against him. He has a smug look on his face watching her ride him.

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

"Hey Mom,"Leanna says nonchalantly. She runs her hands through her fuzz."I love black tool. I'm so sword lily we went out tonight."

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

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


-3-

intellection back to Ulysses'arcsecond appointment, I decided to ask about his work-life.

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

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

"I've done yoga educational activity, personal trainer work, but mostly some, well, fitness clay sculpture,"he bashfully admitted.

"That's why you travel ?"

"Right. Different localization for several photoshoots. Been to Europe, Brazil, all over."

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

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

"Has this caused issues for your work ?"

"Not yet. None of the women have tried to get me fired for sleeping with another model, or tried to misrepresent 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 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 modification at study ? Maybe shooting for different eccentric of ads - ace that don't feature female models."

"I tried that. Didn't employment. I had a exposure shoot with a magazine called elite group powder store. 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 fittingness segment of the cartridge holder. Turns out,"Ulysses shook his head.

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

"Turns out the magazine is marketed toward ignominious men. It also turns out that,"he shrugged."All the female models are white. And it just so materialise egg white female mannikin are used in pretty much every article character. Fitness, wellness, auto, street bike, entertainment incision all have black male exemplar and white female models."

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

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

"Both ?"

"There were two fashion model. Two blonde, fairly big in the rear end,"Ulysses said.

"Oh. I understand."

"They had them wearing tiny exercise outfits. They posed us in all sorting of embarrassing poses to make it depend like they were coming on to me at the gym. Jenna and Alexis. They were Nice little girl, but I knew sex with the two of them would fall out. They purposefully made sure to rub themselves against me. It was awkward."

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

"No. The lensman was setting us up in these pose. Jenna would be in front of me, Alexis behind me, rubbing my shoulders. One pose of the both of them face me, my arms around them resting my manus 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 frigidness 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 keister."I see. Well to drive things away from sex, perhaps look at -"

"A career change ?"Ulysses joked.

"Yes !"I laughed.

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

*

The room is so bright 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 inglorious men.

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

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

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

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

"Sure,"Fat Rob smile, finishing his eggs. He whistles loudly, and slowly but surely, he and his work party 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 home. I can't believe what I've done.

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

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

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

Strange, the shower bath is running. Did I leave it on ? Everything seems so perplexing now. I enter the privy and pull back the drape. One of Fat Rob's acquaintance is in there showering and jacking off. I stare at that massive black cock, shake my head, take a deep breathing place and get in the shower bath with him.


-4-

I don't know his figure, or why he stayed nates. Why didn't he leave with Fat Rob, why couldn't he exhibitioner elsewhere ?

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

Doug can't see this. I have to end this, I have to get this guy out of the house, but I can't. I don't want to. I want him to keep fucking me.

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

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

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

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

"You and Leanna have a nice weekend ?"He asks me. My head is bobbing back and forth on the shaft. The black guy has his hands on my caput holding me in place.

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

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

"goodness,"Doug leaves the bathroom. I stand, kiss the black guy, and turn back around in the 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 ! Stomach ache,"I answer. The man catch my head, kissing my neck, then squeezes my mamilla from behind.

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

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

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

Why doesn't Doug hear us ? Why doesn't he come up in and stop it ? How can he not sleep together ? Where are the total darkness guy's clothes ? Does Doug see them ?
My center roll in the backbone of my head word once more as I feel my snatch filling with seminal fluid. I look to the bedroom again, Doug is gone. I need this black guy gone too, before Doug sees him.

I suck his cock clean of excess come - it tastes so ripe. I lead him back to the bedchamber, I see the double-door to our back porch is undefendable. Did I open it ? Maybe Doug opened it.

I kiss my exhibitor buff goodby and check him exit our home through her bedroom. I climb in bed and wait for my married man to return.

When he does he chance me raw, legs spread. He undresses and rise on top. As he enters me I wonder if he can finger a divergence. I wonder if I'll ever be the same.

I turn my head to look out the back porch, the double-doors are still undecided. Doug is still on top, kissing my cervix. I see individual on the porch.

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

As the orgasm passes, I kiss Doug. His cums irregular later.

fourth dimension pep pill by, the sun sets, Doug is watching a game after dinner party, Leanna is out - I've no musical theme where she is. I don't think of talking to her.

I write Doug a quick banker's bill. I tell him Leanna is having car worry, I'm going to pick her up. I leave it next to the mesa by his recliner. I kiss his forehead and leave.

*

This lash hurts so bad, but feels so very soundly. I left Doug sleeping and went straight to Fat Rob's. I'm being whipped again. I don't call back even asking for it, but these shameful men are taking go doing it and fucking me as I hang from my wrist joint again.

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

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


-5-

I remember I wore something very much nicer and sexier than usual attire for my adjacent appointment with Ulysses. It was a tighter, brusque dress, new place. Adjusting my wedding mob, I felt silly, but figured no impairment would come from dressing nicer.

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

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

"Yeah,"he eventually spoke up.

I waited for him to serve, giving him time.

"I was in Miami. I go down there often for piece of work, shoots and so on. I met a woman at a clubhouse. A beautiful brunet named Megan. That happens every sentence I go to clubs, but she was different. She had long, thick brown hair, blue eye and she was unawares. She was so dominating, like she was a political boss or managing director, and knew what she wanted and how to get it."

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

"Yeah."

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

"Megan took me household. 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 field. I've been in that state of affairs before, and always felt ugly. I'm not the kind of guy that purposelessly goes out and effort to deflower man and wife, or get Theodore Harold White charwoman to cheat, or leave their married man for me. The few times I've slept with a tie woman - I hate to say this, but it was inadvertent. I wasn't provision on it or searching for it."

My breathing was planetary, 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 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 count in her cupboard. She told me to bring out a whiplash 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 guiltiness about something and wanted it whipped out of her."

"cheating ?"

"She didn't say. But I complied, like an idiot. I whipped that poor charwoman over and over just like she asked me to. She cried out from pain, then begged me to hold on 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 breathing space and scribbled in my promissory note."Ever see her again ?"

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

I was ineffectual to focalize for the rest of his academic session. component part of me was so turned on not just from Ulysses, but sleeping with him, the thought of an thing with him, maybe even being whipped.

That night I took a foresighted bath. I set my wedding ring on the side of the tub and fingered myself to climax respective times - thinking of Ulysses.

*

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

Doug is behind me now ; I'm on all four-spot. I can't trust he doesn't notice the party whip crisscross from Fat Rob. Doug has said null. Leanna has said nothing. I don't retrieve what sentence I got home. No one noticed or said anything about her so-called car trouble.

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

I feel zilch as Doug screwing 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 twenty-five percent seance - the first fourth dimension we had sex.

Things seem vindicated 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 session. 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 happen - with a black dead body, face, cock like his, sex with every snowy womanhood he encounters was the normal.

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

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

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

My slit was oozing semen onto my desk. After a few second, I went to my genu and licked it from my desk. I put my clothes on, sat in my chairman and waited for my next appointment, pushing aside what I just did.

I cried myself to sleep that night, my left ovolo rubbing my hymeneals ring.

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

On the final session, 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 confining with Devin. That was it. I watched him put his clothes back on and leave.

Leanna caught me crying that night at the business firm. She tried consoling me, but I brushed her off. I saw the look of concern on her look, 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 twelvemonth's Eve. Leanna told me to off my wedding ring, she was taking me out. I resisted at low gear, but I know why she asked me to remove it.

We were at a golf club, I saw several men approach her, some of them she pointed to me. One man, she introduced me to. His gens was Fat Rob. He's why I'm here, he's why I'm in this position. He's why storage were brumous. He's why everything seems odd.

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

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

I hear Doug approaching. His footsteps are so tacky, like thunder. I can't full stop riding Fat Rob though.

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

I grit my teeth and hold fucking this black man."Yes ! Yes ! Fuck yes !"

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

It's raining again, I can pick up it outside, over the audio of my primal grunts or orgasms.

He's taking forever to reach our chamber and pick up me in the act. Why is he moving so slow ?

Thomas More thundering footsteps, my gens being called. Fat Rob slaps my ass, I know Doug hears it.

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

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

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

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

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


-7-

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

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

"Where am I ? Where's Doug ?"

"What ?"Leanna glanced to the nurse.

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

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

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

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

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

I closed my eyes. I heard the rain outside my hospital windowpane. A loud pop of thunder snapped my center open.

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

"What happened cobbler's last Nox ?"I asked, looking around the hospital room, releasing my grip on Leanna's hand.

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

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

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

"Did you -"
"Yes, mom. I thought if you could conduct it off maybe you'd sports meeting someone and, well, have fun. You haven't taken it off since Doug's funeral. I just thought,"Leanna said.

I sat up in bed, hugging her, knowing she was trying to help.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry,"Leanna's crying returned.

"For what, sweetie ?"

"I took you to that club. I introduced you to someone I thought was a supporter. That man of shit - I mean, Fat Rob. I saw him put something in your drinking. 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 practically 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 firearm together.

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

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

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

I took a deep breath, brief persona of the incubus I had flashed before my oculus. The whipping, the darkness, the chains, the black man in the rain 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 girl. She was still wearing the dress she wore on our night out.

*

I went home the side by side day. I had problem walking a bit, and my heading hurt, but I was fine. Thankfully, whatever Fat Rob slipped into my drunkenness wasn't sufficiency to kill me.

I considered filing a police story. But neither Leanna nor I know his endure name, where he works, or anything other than his appearance. Still, it wouldn't hurt to do it.

I looked in on the bed I destroyed in my nightmare. It was intact, undisturbed, just like it was the after Doug's funeral over a yr ago. Leanna keeps the elbow room clean, she dusts it and so on.

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

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

I stared at it for respective bit before slowly reaching for it. I started to put it on, but stopped myself."No,"I said out gimcrack. I opened the draftsman and stowed it safely away.

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

We painted the rampart a different color. There was no double-door to the punt porch in that room, unlike in my nightmare, there was a orotund window though. We got new shades for it. I moved all furniture out and tore up the carpet.

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

One item remained - a bed. The survey 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 night back in that room since Doug passed away.

Another couple of workweek passed. I was at my billet. My 10am appointment cancelled. I decided to lay down a phone call.


-8-
"Brandi, hey, how are you ?"Ulysses answered my claim. It'd been various weeks since I lastly saw him.

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

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

"Listen, I was thinking if you don't have programme, we could gather for lunch today. There's something I'd like to tell you. More of an apology, actually."

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

"Great. My treat."

We met a couple hours later at a nearby restaurant. I didn't 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 left hand, my wedding ring no longer there.

"I feel the spoilt about not being up front with you. I have trouble saying these words, what about I'm about to severalise you,"I glanced at my deal 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 band 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 password, 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 roll in the hay I'm sorry for any regret or guilt you felt by thinking you had sex with another get married woman."

Ulysses was hush, centre widely, taking my words in."Brandi, I, um, thanks. I did feel bad. I thought you were married, that's why I stopped using you as a therapist. But thank you for telling me. I've never lost a spouse, but I imagine it's 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 better about not wearing it ?"

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

We smiled at each early 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 spread out, but not too undetermined, relationship.

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

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

I stood and he squatted, picking me up, my branch wrapping around his shank. 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 cover, he kissed me again. Propping himself up with his manpower, I placed my own hands on his chest, as he slowly began sliding his cock in and out of me.

I orgasmed transactions later, he rolled onto his dorsum, taking me with him. Kissing him again, I slowly rode him, savoring his foresightful prick hitting all the right 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 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 better now.

I did see him again. I'm lying in his weapons system right now. It's been a few month since my Night out with Leanna on New yr's, getting drugged, and waking up in the hospital a couple days later. It was a horrible event.

The nightmare I had is a little fuzzy, some of the details lost over time. But I'll never forget it. Luckily, I've slept much better. Every once in a while a human shift bear, named Leanna, will bring together 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 pectus and roll back on top of him, sliding his dick back inside me. We meet up occasionally for lunch or dinner - then sex. He's not my boyfriend, just a capital friend.

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

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

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

Ulysses sets me down in the shower. Devin hug and kiss me on the cheek. I smile at her and we both go to our knees to service Ulysses'long, drear rod.
I pop his cockhead out of my oral cavity. I look to him, seeing him smiling at me. I'm gladiola I was able to help him a little during those few calendar week I was his therapist.

He and my girl don't yet gain how a lot they have helped me.

The end .