Ulysses' Therapist

Strange, the shower is running. Did I leave it on? Everything seems so confusing 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 deep breath and get in the shower with him.

-4-

I don't know his name, or why he stayed behind. Why didn't he leave with Fat Rob, why couldn't he shower 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 out to me.

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

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

"It was great. 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 nice weekend?" He asks me. My head is bobbing back and forth on the cock. The black guy has his hands on my head holding me in place.

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

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

"Good," 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 help but moan.

"You ok?" Doug reentered the bathroom.

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

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

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

He picks me up, it's his turn to cum. I can look 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 wife is in the shower with a black guy getting relentlessly fucked.

Why doesn't Doug hear us? Why doesn't he come in and stop it? How can he not know? Where are the black guy's clothes? Does Doug see them?

My eyes roll in the back of my head once more as I feel my pussy fill with semen. I look to the bedroom again, Doug is gone. I need this black guy gone too, before Doug sees him.

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

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

When he does he finds me naked, 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 head to look 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 love to me. Fat Rob takes his cock out, shaking it playfully. How did he get there? Was he picking up his friend? I don't know, I watch him, I picture that big black 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 cock back in his pants and leaves.

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

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

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

*

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

I scream out with pain and pleasure. 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 attire for my next appointment with Ulysses. It was a tighter, shorter dress, new shoes. 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 huge part of your life, but is there anything you really regret that you struggle to make peace with? Perhaps to do that would help you feel more fulfillment out of life."

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

"Yeah," he eventually spoke up.

I waited for him to answer, giving him time.

"I was in Miami. I go down there often for work, shoots and so on. I met a woman at a club. A beautiful brunette 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 commanding, 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. I've been in that situation before, and always felt horrible. I'm not the kind of guy that purposelessly goes out and tries to ruin marriages, or get white women to cheat, or leave their husbands for me. The few times I've slept with a married women – I hate to say this, but it was accidental. I wasn't planning on it or searching for it."

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

"Yes, but I didn't leave, I stayed," Ulysses sighed. I could 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 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 about something and wanted it whipped out of her."

"Cheating?"

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

Doug is behind me now; I'm on all fours. I can't believe he doesn't notice the whip marks from Fat Rob. Doug has said nothing. 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 regret and shame for what I'm doing. I don't know when or how this will end.

I feel nothing 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 fourth session – the first time we had sex.

Things seem clearer now, but I still can't piece it all together. Doug is on top of me now. I don't feel him. It's like my 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 body, face, cock like his, sex with every white woman 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 downpour of rain outside hopefully muffled my moans of pleasure a bit.

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

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

Ulysses and I met only two more sessions. Each one was nothing but sex. We did it on my desk, on the couch, I swallowed his semen 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 closer with Devin. That was it. I watched him put his clothes back on and leave.

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

We were at a club, 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 memories 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 "Miss Brandi" again. I resume grinding into him.

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

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

I grit my teeth 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 outside, over the sound of my primal grunts or orgasms.

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

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

"Brandi!" he yells, upon entering our room. I don't stop having sex with Fat Rob. I look over my shoulder and see Doug's horrified 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 look away from my crying husband. He slams his fist into the floor, a sound of thunder echoes in the room.

"Mom!" Leanna shakes me, but all I see is Doug crying, striking the floor in agony. The 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 bright 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 burst. I was out of breath. 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 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 family before he – " Leanna wiped a tear. "Before he passed away."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Did you – "

"Yes, mom. I thought if you could take it off maybe you'd meet 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 friend. That piece of shit - I mean, Fat Rob. I saw him put something in your drink. I nearly punched him out. I grabbed you and took you home."

"Leanna," I cried.

"Mom, you wouldn't wake up. He must've put too much of whatever it was. I called 911, I was freaking out. I didn't want to lose you too," Leanna said.

"The ambulance rushed you here, they pumped your stomach. But you still didn't wake up. You've been here asleep for almost two days."

"Fat Rob. I didn't go, I mean, he and I didn't," I was putting the pieces together.

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

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

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

I took a deep breath, brief images of the nightmare I had flashed before my eyes. The whipping, the darkness, the chains, the black 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 dress she wore on our night out.

*

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

I considered filing a police report. But neither Leanna nor I know his last 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 year ago. Leanna keeps the room clean, she dusts it and so on.

I moved into the guest 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 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 seconds 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 clothing and other items, boxing them up, taking them to Goodwill.

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

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

One item remained – a bed. The following weekend, Leanna helped me pick 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 weeks passed. I was at my office. My 10am appointment cancelled. I decided to make a phone call.

-8-

"Brandi, hey, how are you?" Ulysses answered my 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 tell 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. More of an apology, actually."

"Yeah, that's cool. We can meet 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 worst about not being up front with you. I have trouble saying these words, what about I'm about to tell you," I glanced at my hand once more, then back to his eyes.

"I'm not married. I wasn't married when we had sex. My husbanded died over a year ago. I haven't been able to take 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 words, 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 know I'm sorry for any regret or guilt you felt by thinking you had sex with another married woman."

Ulysses was quiet, eyes wide, taking my words in. "Brandi, I, um, thanks. I did feel bad. I thought you were married, that's why I stopped using you as a therapist. But thank you for telling me. I've never lost a 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 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 office for the day.

Ulysses stood at the foot 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 legs wrapping around his waist. Standing there, he guided his cock in me. I almost climaxed when he entered me. We kissed and he moved me to the bed.

Laying me gently on my back, he kissed me again. Propping himself up with his hands, I placed my own hands on his chest, as he slowly began sliding his cock in and out of me.