Sweat was dripping off of Tommy's chin, splashing down onto my face. His oculus were closed as he pounded away at me. My legs were splayed wide, his muscular blazonry braced on the bed with my stifle pinned behind them. I had one deal on my puss, frigging my clit, while my other hand was reaching underneath me, my middle finger pushing in and out of my asshole.
"living going baby, I'm almost there."I urged him. He nodded, and increased his footstep.
As he kept thrusting deep into my pussy, I could feel the heat trench in my loins. I was burning up and dripping pussy succus. The sound of our bodies crashing together mixed with the squelching speech sound of my pussy to meet the room.
"Ohohohoohhhhhhh……. Jessuuuuussssss yeeessssssss ! ! ! ! ! ! !"
My consistency started convulsing and I exploded all over his hammer as I saw fireworks.
Tommy pulled out of me, and whirl my unresisting body over. He grabbed my rosehip and pulled me up to my knees. I collapsed back down onto the bed and groaned.
"Tommy no, I can't, I need a break."I weakly protested.
Tommy ignored me and grabbed a pillow. He yanked me back up and shoved the pillow under my hips before dropping me back down.
"Pleeeeeaaaaasssseeee, just a little bit of time."
Tommy leaned over me and whispered in my ear.
"It's ok Jess, you'll be fine."
He placed a hired man on one of my ass brass and pushed it to the side, exposing my asshole.
"Noooooo, Tommy. Not yet, please."I weakly tried to wiggle away.
He placed the oral sex of his rooster to my golf hole. His peter was dripping with my succus, and it popped past times my sphincter muscle. Once he had the head in, he reached forward and forced my head into the bed, and steadily pushed into me.
"Ohhhhhhhhh"I groaned as he forced his way into my ass. I tried to pull away, but it was no use. Tommy grabbed my hip with his other paw and held me still. He was in finish ascendency of me now, and had assumed a mightily mount position.
There was nowhere for me to go, all I could do was just hold still and take it.
Tommy plowed into me, his prick pushing past my sphincter, and deep into my colon. His articulatio coxae were smacking into my ass cheeks, making a lewd slapping auditory sensation. Sweat was flying off both of our bodies, soaking the bed sheets underneath us.
I was still coming down from my orgasm, and my nerves were raw. This mightily fucking was almost too much for me. I squeezed my eyes shut, gritted my teeth, and waited for him to stop.
I knew that Tommy had a lot of shit to forge out, and that was why I was here.
I just hoped I could survive this experience.
Tommy kept slamming into my ass, and after a couple of transactions, he began grunting in time with his thrusts.
"Take ! That ! cock ! ! assume ! That ! Dick ! !"
"Tommy, please."I pleaded with him.
He slowed a bit, grabbed my hips in his paw, and started slamming into me even harder. His powerful blazon pulled me back onto his cock, impaling me on it.
"shtup ! You ! squawk ! ! piece of ass ! You ! Bitch ! !"
This wasn't sex anymore. This was violent and ugly, like a rape.
"Tommy, stop ! ! ! ! Please, stoppage ! ! ! ! ! !"
He either couldn't hear me, or was ignoring me, and kept pounding into my ass. I reached forward and grabbed storage area of the legal community of my wrought iron headboard. I was crying and screaming as he kept fucking my ass.
He finally gave a mighty Saul Bellow and coated my colon with his jizz before collapsing on my back, pinning me to the bed beneath his weight. He rolled over on his side, holding me faithful to him.
"Shhhh, it's approve Katie."
I wiped rent from my oculus and snarled at him over my shoulder.
"I'm not Katie, you asshole."
I angrily shrugged his subdivision off of me, and pulled myself off his tool as gently as I could.
I limped towards the can with his cum dripping down my leg.
I flipped on the light switch and wet down a wash cloth to strip myself. As I wiped his cum from my leg, I discovered that I was bleeding as well.

Tommy appeared behind me, shame and guilty conscience on his face.
"Jess, I'm sorry."
I glared at him in the mirror.
"What exactly are you sorry about, Tommy ? For raping my ass, or calling me by your wife's name ?"
He stared at the trading floor."All of it. I don't know what to say. I can only justify to you again, I don't know what came over me."
I looked down at the sink."I think you better go."
He nodded, apologized again, gathered his clothes and walked out of the room. I went back to bed and fell asleep, exhausted.

I awoke early the next morning and tended to my chores, moving slowly after the previous nights event. As I eventually worked my way back to the front of the theater, I found a bouquet of white roses on the strawman porch. A pocket-sized wag was attached with a simple inscription.
"I'm sorry. T"
I sighed and smiled. I wished I could stay mad at him, but it just wasn't possible.

I glanced out the front end window, gazing across the little horse farm I lived on.
This had once been a sleepy farming residential district, but about 15 yr ago, very estate developers had come in and bought up all the land, transforming our picayune farm community into an upscale suburb, satiate with gated section and snobby yuppies.
I still lived in the little frame house that my grandfather had built, I just couldn't bear to part with it, so I held on despite lucrative fling from the developers.
When it was discovered that we had oil on our property, we leased the mineral rights, and sat back to gather the royal family checks.
I ran a expectant stalls on our dimension, and all the snob kept their horses boarded there. It was a labor of love for me, a way to prevent busy.
My husband Jake had been killed several long time ago by a drunk number one wood, so I was alone now, a widow in her too soon 30's.
About five days ago, Tommy and his syndicate had moved into a theatre that backed up to our property. He had two lovely trivial missy, and an absolutely gorgeous wife, who was also a world class snot.
She was always dressed to the IX in the recent designer mode, carried Fendi pocketbook, and wore Manolo Blahnik place. She was constantly on the go ; Pilates, Yoga, the gym, tennis baseball club, body politic social club, haircloth beauty shop, manicurist, and whatever big social effect was coming up.
They had a nanny for their small girls since Tommy was always at work, and she had her socializing to attend to.
The female child often came over to ride the buck. I would flog them on, and gently lead a tame mare around in a roach. They would get to feed her apples when they were done, and they thought it was just the greatest matter in the world.

One Saturday, I heard a knock at my door.
I answered and discovered Tommy outside with the young lady, his lips drawn tight.
"Jess, I'm awfully sorry to spring this on you, but could I leave the girlfriend here for the day ? We're having a family emergency."
Little Amanda, the younger of the two looked at me with red rimmed eyes.
"Mommy and dad are fighting."She whispered.
"Shhhhhh !"break of the day, two long time sometime, gave her sister a ferocious rebuke."You're not supposed to say anything !"
I looked at Tommy, and he glanced away, embarrassed.
"That's no problem, you two come on in. We'll have lunch and go accept a ride, how does that sound ?"
Tommy thanked me and left.
The girls and I played all day, until their mother came to get them.
"Sorry about the incommodiousness Jess, I appreciate it."
I nodded at her."No trouble Katie, we had a grand afternoon."
Amanda looked at her mother with trepidation."Are you and daddy getting a divorce ?"
Katie blanched at that."Amanda ! What kind of question is that ? Not in straw man of stranger ! ! !"
Amanda looked at me."Jess isn't a stranger."
Katie huffed."well she's not family line. Let's go."
And they left without another word.

A distich of years later I was tending to some work on the edge the property and saw Tommy over the fencing in his pool.
"How are you doing ?"
He looked up at me.
"Not too well. Katie took the girlfriend and went to her mom's."
"I'm sorry."He looked so deject ; my essence went out to him.
"Tommy, would you like to come over for dinner tonight ? It may do you some good."
He smiled wanly at me, and thanked me.
"I don't like eating by myself at home, it feels … unnatural."

He showed up that evening with a bottle of wine, and I grilled two steaks with baked Irish potato and Zea mays on the cob.
We ate and chatted about world intimacy, electric current events, and sports.
"This is nice."He said as we cleared away the smasher."Katie's only interest in style and society gossip. I can't recall the finale genuine conversation I had with her."
I didn't want to pry, so I simply sat quietly. He walked into the living way, and cast his optic to the mantle where there were various movie of Jake.
"How long have you been alone now, Jess ?"
"Seven years."I replied.
"I don't eff how you do it."He sighed. He recovered himself quickly."Jess, I'm sorry, I didn't mean…. I'm sorry."
"It's ok."I told him."I've gotten used to it."

He left shortly thereafter. The succeeding day, he texted me."dinner party tonight at my place ? I owe you."
That night, I arrived with a 6 pack of Coors Light.
"I'm a redneck girl."I told him with a smile.
"mulct by me,"he replied."It's good to be able to just unstrain and be real."
I glanced around the erectile keep room. Everywhere you looked you saw expensive furnishings and ornamentation. The family portrait seemed a little too perfect, if you know what I mean. Posed and polished, but ….. empty somehow.
Tommy pulled out take out Chinese, and I laughed.
He smiled and said that he didn't really cook.
As we sat and ate, we got to know each other a little bit better.
He had been a college athlete, and Katie had been a Sorority lady friend. He had gone into the kin clientele, and done pretty well, as evidenced by the home we were sitting in.
But despite the money, he was a pretty base guy who reminded me a lot of Jake. His dad had built the line from the basis up, and Tommy had spent his summers working for him, starting as an interne, and working in versatile low-altitude Book of Job throughout the company each year, gradually learning the occupation. He had worked hard, and was on the verge of buying his dad out, something that Katie couldn't fathom.
"She doesn't understand why he won't just throw it to me. I'm afraid she doesn't always live in the real world. She's worried about the way it will bear on our lifestyle when we don't have so a lot liquidity."
"Is that why she's gone ?"It wasn't too surprising. Financial trouble are the number one issue for married couplet that split up.
"No, I caught her fucking her Pontius Pilate teacher !"He bitterly snapped.
I flinched at that.
"Tommy, I'm sorry, it's not my stage business, I shouldn't have pried."
"It's okay."Tommy looked a bit relieved, much to my surprise. It was a like a giant weight had been lifted from him.
"It feels proficient to finally say someone."
We moved on to lighter topics, and he seemed more relaxed.
We watched the Lord's Day nighttime game on his big cover, loudly cheering.
I left after the game was over, and he suggested that we get together for Monday dark Football and dinner.

The following day, I got a text from Tommy."Katie's back. No dinner party tonight."
While I was glad for him, I was a bit foiled to overleap out on dinner and the game.

In the coming twenty-four hour period, I would get random text edition from him, complaining, venting, or just asking how I was doing. Sojourner Truth to secern, I started to feel a little bit uncomfortable about the situation. Despite the fact that his married woman had cheated on him, he was still married, and I didn't want to come between the two of them, especially not with two little female child in the picture.

A yoke of workweek later, I got a Call from him. As I answered, I heard Katie screaming on the other end of the line.
"You fucking bitch ! ! ! ! You goddam whore ! ! ! ! ! You stay the fuck away from my husband, or I'll chela your fucking center out ! ! ! ! !"
I quickly hung up on her, but my phone kept blowing up with voice mail and threatening school text for the next hour.
The next day, Tommy knocked on my threshold, looking apologetic.
"Katie took a face at my phone, and saw the text. I'm afraid she jumped to conclusions. I told her that nothing happened, but….. well you saw how that worked out."
I nodded.
"Look Tommy, you're a nice guy, but this situation with Katie …. It's Nut. And with your lady friend, I just think it's best if we don't have any communication."
He nodded, but was clearly hurt by this.
"I know. Once again, I'm sorry."
And he left.

I bumped into him later that week at a topical anaesthetic bbq haunt. He looked stock and bear down. Despite my intentions to not get involved, my inwardness went out to him and I asked how he was.
Katie had taken off again, taking the girl with her. He had no approximation where she was, or when she was coming back.
Against my better judgment, I invited him over for dinner that night.
And so a approach pattern developed. Katie would take off without poster, sometimes just for a span of days, sometimes for calendar week. Sometimes she took the missy, sometimes she left them behind.
Through it all, Tommy tried to maintain a solid battlefront, telling the daughter that ma was going on holiday. Meanwhile, Katie was off doing God-knows-who, and blowing through their bank account.

Whenever she took the little girl, Tommy would twist up asking me to link him for dinner. I was mistrustful, but by this point, Katie's peccadillo were a bit of an undetermined secret around town. It turned out that she made a habit of hooking up with the in vogue tasty treat that came across her route, and Tommy had never suspected anything.
Katie was jerking him around at this period, telling him that she loved him and wanted to fix their wedding study, and then disappearing again.
When she left the girls behind, I would make myself scarce. I didn't want them telling Katie that I was around.
When she did film the young lady, Tommy and I would hang out and talk.
He joked that I was his amateur therapist, but as I pointed out, since I wasn't trained or licensed, it all evened out.
As meter went on, we wound up becoming very close.

One night, after almost a year of Katie's disappearing and reappearing act, we got together.
I'm not exactly sure how it happened, maybe it was the beer, but at one point, Tommy leaned in and kissed me. I was shocked at first, but then felt myself responding to him.
I rolled on top of him, my arms wrapping around his neck as our tongues danced in one another's oral cavity.
I could sense his desire, his pauperization for me, and it mirrored my own.
The pauperism to be touched, to be wanted, to be loved.
I hadn't felt this way in so farsighted, and feeling his touch on my peel inflamed my passions. I wanted him.
I wanted to palpate his custody on my bare skin, to feel his lips contact me, to feel him inside of me.
I needed him.
I needed to feel like a woman.
I needed him to ca-ca me find the way I wanted to feel.
We paused for air, and looked deep into each others eyes.
I saw a intimation of uncertainty in his.
"Jess, maybe we shouldn't. I'm still married, Katie is talking about working things out…"
I leaned my head against his.
"So narrate me Tommy, what exactly do you imagine your wife is doing right now ?"
He hesitated.
"Well ….. she's probably spending my money and having sex with some random guy."
I began planting little kisses all over his face.
"And what do you reckon she'll say to you the adjacent time she sees you ?"
He looked at the ceiling.
"She'll probably tell me that she loves me and wants to work it out."
I kept kissing him.
"And what else ?"
"That she needs just a little more time …."
I began kissing his neck.
"And what will she do next ?"
Tommy snorted.
"She'll take off again with no explanation !"
"Tommy, your union is over. And everyone realizes it but you."
I gave him a passionate kiss.
"You have to let her go."
He looked at me, and I saw painful sensation in his bass blue eyes.
"I don't know if I can."
"Let me help you."
I sat back and pulled my shirt off over my head, and loosen my bra.
Tommy was mesmerized by my breasts. I reached down and took his hands before guiding them to my sway hard nipples.
However, as soon as he touched me, he pulled his hands away as though they had been scalded.
"I can't …. I can't. I'm sorry."
He sat up, and I rolled off of him as he stood and walked away from the couch.
"I think you should go."
I couldn't believe this.
I pulled my shirt back on and left without a word.

As soon as I got home, I stripped naked and walked to my chamber. I stood in movement of my antique wax length mirror and examined myself.
Was there something awry with me ?
Was there some fault that Tommy had seen ?
I piled my blond tresses on top of my head.
Some light freckle adorned my button nose.
I had a rosy complexion that was burnished by my constant outdoors work.
Tending to the Equus caballus had given me a firm and toned body.
I examined my weapons system. Not overly muscular, you could hound the definition in them. No dud necks hanging beneath them.
My breasts were stave and full, rude 34 Cs with just the perfect amount of hang.
I rubbed my hands in lazy rophy on them.
My fingers twisted my pert nipples like radio dials.
With one hand still fondling my breast, I traced the fingernails of my free hand down my taut belly. You could clearly see the definition of my abdomen.
I made my way further south, down along my bare pubis. No FUPA here, I was as flat tire as I had been as a teenager.
I traced the outer bend of my hips, while turning slightly to examine my ass.
It sat gamey and proud, with no shadow of cellulite there, or on my thighs.
Two decades of horseback equitation had sculpted my ass and thighs.
My finger's breadth located my clitoris and lightly stroked it, sending a trivial jar through my groin.
I started working a single finger in and out of my tight pussy.
I hadn't been with a man in a while, and I could tell.
The brief make out academic term with Tommy had me dripping.
I lay back on my bed and began to play my finger's breadth in and out of my increasingly wet pussy.
I could feel my temperature rising when I heard a knock at my front door.
Are you fucking kidding me ? ! ? ! ?
I tried to dismiss it when I heard Tommy's voice.
"Jess, loose up."

I threw on a robe and went to the door.
Tommy was standing there, looking crushed.
"Katie just called. She told me that she's hired a divorce lawyer."
I just stood there, staring at him, and annoyed as blaze that he had interrupted me.
"I told you it was over Tommy, maybe now you see it."
He looked up with anger in his eyes.
"How could she do this to me ? Just string me along and hit me with this ?"
Without thinking, I reached out and pulled him into the house while dropping my robe.
His middle bulged as he took in my naked form.
I pulled him to me and kissed him.
He responded forcefully, plunging his tongue deep into my mouthpiece while he yanked off his bash and struggled with his pants.
I reached out to help him, but he grabbed my paw and pinned them above my head in one of his hands as he pushed me back against the wall.
With his free hired hand, he traced my breasts, before dipping down to my pussy.
Discovering how wet it was, he looked hungrily into my middle, then savagely kissed me again.
The force of his action surprised me, but I was swept away by my arousal.
He spun me around, and kept my deal pinned to the rampart above my head.
I heard the zipper of his pants coming loose, and then gasped as he pressed his rooster against me. He pushed me pegleg apart with his knee, and guided his cockhead to my pussy.
"Tommy….."I moaned."Do it. I want you."
He thrust into me with such personnel that it knocked the breathing place from my lungs.
As I steadied myself, he grabbed my wrists in his work force and held them against the bulwark above my head.
Tommy wasn't building up to anything, he started a rhythmic throb gesture into me, and I do mean pounding. It was like he trying to knock my cervix out.
I was panting and moaning, and I could hear Tommy behind me, grunting in time with his thrusts.
His invariable pounding was driving me weirdo after I had gone so long without penetration. I began gasping and begged him to rub my button to set me off.
Instead, he released my bridge player, and grabbed my hip, then began forcefully pulling me back onto his jibe. The slapping of our bare skin together echoed through the theater. I leaned my face against the wall and began playing with my clit.
I could sense my orgasm clotheshorse within me, almost from my toes.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhyyyyyyeeeeeeeessssssss ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"
I felt my pussy clamp down on his hammer, and he suddenly stopped moving as he shouted out, his torso jerked once or twice, and then I felt him break loose inside of me.
"Oh God, Tommy."
He leaned against me, and breathed deeply.
"Thanks Jess."
He stepped back, and I whimpered as I felt his cock slip from my pussy.
I turned to face him, and smiled.
He looked down, then away, as if he was ashamed to meet my gaze.
"Ummmmm. I don't know what to say. I'm not really sure what just happened."
I was a bit mystified.
"We just made passion, what do you think happened ?"
He looked uncomfortable at that.
"I need to go. I'll Call you later."
He quickly pulled his drawers up and left, leaving me naked and bewildered in my entryway.
I slept like a log that night, completely satisfied.

The next day, I texted him for dinner, but he begged off. Over the next few sidereal day, he seemed to be avoiding me. So that weekend, I decided to campaign the issue.
I knocked on his front door and walked right in. I spun on my heel to confront him.
"Alright Tommy, let's put our cards on the mesa. I like you. I have feelings for you. What happened, happened. So where do we go from here ?"
He shifted around and looked uncomfortable, refusing to meet my gaze.
"Katie's talking about working things out again."
"Oh."
I didn't know what to say future, so he filled in the silence.
"She said that she was angry when she told me about the lawyer……"
His voice trailed off, and tear came to his eyes.
"I cheated on my married woman ….. I committed adultery."
He shook his head.
"I can't see you. What we did …. You need to leave. Please don't contact lens me again."
I silently left. Not much I could say to that.

Katie came back home and stayed for a duad of weeks before disappearing for a holiday weekend.
She then came back for another month, and then left with the girls again for an continue stay at her mothers.
After about a workweek, Tommy texted me.
"Can we talk ?"
I knew I shouldn't, but watching his max opera house from afar had really gotten to me, and I missed him.
After being alone for so many years, I thought that certain motivation had long since gone, but they were just lying dormant.
And it wasn't just the sex, it was the companionship, the involvement, the ability to talk to individual on Thomas More than just a daily level. I felt animated when I was with him.
"seminal fluid by tonight."I replied.

That night I sat on my couch while Tommy paced back and Forth River and spewed all his anger and frustration out.
For an hour I listened to him rage against her and how unfair this integral situation was, how it was damaging his missy, how it was driving him crazy, and how it was starting to bear upon his business.
Finally, his phone buzzed.
He looked down at it.
"Katie says she'll be back tomorrow…."


I rolled my eyes.
"And how long do you think that she'll stay this time ? Until she meets a new personal trainer ? The waiter's assistant at the bbq hovel is somewhat cute. They've hired a new teller at the grocery store."
His eyes flashed as a quickly glared at me.
"Don't you talk about my wife that way !"
"Listen Tommy, you just spent the eve complaining about her running around on you, and now you're defending her ? Are you even listening to yourself ? Ask yourself what do you recall she was doing while she was gone ?"
"She had the miss at her mom's…."he faltered.
"And you think she was staying in every dark ? What does her mom think of all this ?"
"Katie complains that I work all the time, her mom says that I don't pay enough attention to her….."
"Tommy, you're working to assure your families future, and what is Katie doing right now ? She's blowing through all of your money, which means that you'll have to mold even more !"
"It's …."
"It's testis !"I shouted at him.
"What I don't get Tommy, is why after all that she's put you through, why you still keep letting her do it to you some more ! ! When are you going to wake up ? ! ? ! ? ! ?"
At this point I stood up and started pushing him backwards.
"She's put you through a year of torture ! ! She's yanked you back and Forth River ! ! She's toying with your emotions ! ! ! She's putting your girls through all of this ! ! And she's been fucking other men ! ! ! !"
I was raging. Whether at Katie or Tommy, I wasn't quite for sure, but I was furious. true statement to tell, probably at both of them.

Tommy looked at me, stunned. Then I saw anger ascent in his eyes. He stepped forwards, grabbed my facial expression in his hands, and pulled me to him for a passionate candy kiss. I eagerly responded, and wrapped my blazon around his neck.
He reacted by roughly flinging them away and spinning me around, before forcing me down to my human knee on the couch.
He grabbed the sash of my shorts and yanked them to my stifle, taking my panties with them.
He reached for my cunt and began rubbing his fingerbreadth up and down my slit.
I turned my head to bet over my shoulder.
He seemed dazed, moving in a lustful fog.
For some reason, he frightened me a bit. This whole scenario did.
"Tommy……."
He looked up at me, almost as if he didn't recognize me.
He reached forwards and turned my head away from him.
I felt him place his script on the belittled of my back as he jabbed at my pussy with his cock. I reached back between my legs to guide him into me, but he smacked my hand away and roughly pushed forward. I gasped as he clumsily prodded at my vulva before finally locating the entrance to my pussy.
I cried out as he slammed into me and began pounding away.
Like our last encounter, this wasn't gentle, this was a frantic fucking. He didn't care about my pleasure ; he was just taking precaution of himself.
He started grunting in clock time with his thrusts again.
"Yeah ! Yeah ! ! Yeah ! ! Unn ! ! ! Unnn ! ! ! Unnn ! ! ! !"
I turned my caput again and peered at him. His eyes were closed, and his face was a contorted masque of lustfulness and anger.
"Cummingcummingcumming ! ! ! !"He gasped.
He pulled out of me and shot his load onto my back.
"Tommy, feeling at me."I said.
He was still recovering, with his header hanging down and breathing deeply. The expression on his case was at once raging and satisfied.
"Tommy."I repeated.
That seemed to snap him out of his daze.
His optic opened and he glanced up at me. As soon as our eye met, his expression changed to one of overplus. He looked down and began pulling his bloomers up.
"Jess, I have to go. I'll call you later."
And with that, he was gone.
I was down on my couch on my knees and elbow joint, his cum soaking into the spinal column of my shirt, with my underdrawers and my underclothing pulled down far adequate to appropriate him entry.
well this is awkward, I thought to myself as I got up.
What was wrong with him ? He fucks me and leaves ? What was that ?

A week later, we were back at it. Katie had moved out, taking the miss with her.
Tommy texted me the word, and I told him to come over for dinner.
He sat and stewed as we ate, I could tell that he had a lot going through his creative thinker. Conversation was kept to a minimum, with no credit of our old meeting, or the modish ontogeny in his crumbling marriage.
As I began clearing the table, he placed his hand on my hip and pushed me against the tabular array. He reached for the back of my neck and pushed me face down on top of it. Once again, my pants were yanked down, his dick was freed, and he plunged into me, pistoning away until he pulled out and came on my back.
He didn't even say anything this time as he left.

I put my head down on the board and began to cry.
I was the early woman. The one he fucked when his wife was gone.
I felt so dirty.
He was totally oblivious to my snag, my spirit, to what he was doing to me.
He was degrading me.
And I was letting him do it.

The next night he was back. There wasn't even the guise of dinner this time, as soon as I opened the doorway, he kissed me hard and backed me up against the wall. As he went to change by reversal me around, I placed my hands on his chest.
"Tommy, stop."
He looked confused.
"I'm not going to keep playing along."
"Jess, what are you talking about ?"
"I'm not going to be your fancy woman. I don't know what's going on with you and Katie, but I'm not some girlfriend that you can derive over and fuck when you're furious at her."
He pressed his lips together.
"Jess, that's not what this is."
"Really Tommy ? Have you ever asked me how my day has been ? How I'm feeling ? Whether or not I like what we're doing ? Have you rubbed my back ? My feet ? Ever hugged me ? Ever gone down on me ? You fuck me till you cum, and then you're out the room access ! ! Do you have any idea how that makes me feel ? ? ? ? ? ! !"
rip were starting to flux now.
"I'm a skilful person, and I don't deserve this ! I don't want a everyday lay, or a fuck buddy ! I want person that I can have a relationship with ! ! I want someone that I can screw and that loves me back ! ! !"
I was shouting and sobbing at this point.

Tommy let me go until I ran out of steam.
He hung his head and nodded.
When he looked back up, he had bout I his eyes.
"Jess, I don't know what to say. I'm sorry. And you're right. I haven't been considerate of your needs, I've just been thinking of my own."
He walked to the couch and sat down.
I've just had so much pent up anger at Katie, I guess it's been coming out towards you."
"You've been grudge-fucking me."I stated.
"You're wild at Katie, and you grudge-fuck me."
He hung his head."Yeah, I guess so."
He looked up at me, his centre moist.
"I'm really no-account. Can we take off again ?"
I considered for a moment, then went and sat down next to him.
"I'd like that."
"Thank you. For giving me another chance."
He leaned towards me and kissed me.
Gently this meter, like he was afraid to hurt me. His hands began working up the nape of my cervix, gently stroking it as he massaged my scalp and played with my hair.
We made out on the couch like a couple of teenager for a while before I rose and took him by the hand into my bedroom.
We stripped one another like we were Thomas Kyd on Christmas morning, excited to see what lay beneath the wrapping.
Tommy picked me up in his blazonry and put me down on the bed as gently as if I were an egg, his lips never leaving mine.
He caressed my body with his fingers, gently running them up and down my figure, leaving me shivering as I felt piffling waves of electricity from his touch.
This is what I had needed from him, what I had wanted from him.
We weren't fucking tonight, we were making love.
Tommy laid down between my legs and parted the brim of my pussy.
He tongued my clit, and started flicking it back and Forth River.
He spent several hour down there licking me, and gave me my showtime coming of the evening.
We spent the right part of an hr beating, stroke, and teasing each other.
At one point, when he was sucking my button into his mouth, he surprised me by gently probing my ass with his pinky.
I had tried anal a few times before, and while I didn't hatred it, it also wasn't my inaugural choice. But his pinky, gently probing at my anus while he was stimulating my clit with his tongue set me on fire.
The eventide was a beautiful experience, one that I would remember and re-live for a long, prospicient time to come.

Until it turned into a violent ass-rape.

look across my lawn, holding the blossom, I saw Tommy come out from behind a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and sheepishly wave at me. He had been watching and waiting, like a kid.
I smiled at him and opened the door before leaving a trail of bloom to my bedroom…..

Tommy served Katie with divorcement papers the next week.
She dragged it out with vacuous legal proceedings, hoping to split up him and get every terminal penny she could.
It was a messy process, I was deposed, as were a number of Katie's whirl. She was surprise that Tommy was able to receive out about so many of them.
The judge was none too glad about all the shenanigans, and granted joint detainment, lessening Tommy's nipper support.
The girls had been unwilling participants in all this drama, and Katie worked to turn over them against Tommy and against me.

Tommy and I had several more unsmooth nights in bed while the divorce dragged on, and he would wind up taking out his anger at Katie by treating me like a fuck toy.
Although I did twist the tables on him after I was deposed.
That hoot lawyer had me so worked up, as soon as we got in the car, I attacked Tommy.
I tore his shirt and pants loose, left clams marks on his chest and face, and rode him like a bucking broncho in the drivers seat in the parking garage.
He stared at me with bug oculus after I came and climbed off of him.
"Remind me never to fix you angry…"Then we both burst out laughing.

The girls eventually adjusted to the position. Tommy and I married after the divorcement was finalized, and while their female parent was still a eternal thorn in my side, they came to accept me and even love me as their step-mother.

Even though the geezerhood have gone by, Tommy and I still have some gravelly sex at least once a month after Katie has done something to piss off one of us.

Or maybe, just because we like it .