travail was dripping off of Tommy's Kuki-Chin, splashing down onto my typeface. His eyes were closed as he pounded away at me. My legs were splayed astray, his hefty arms braced on the bed with my stifle pinned behind them. I had one hand on my kitty-cat, frigging my clitoris, while my other hand was reaching underneath me, my center finger pushing in and out of my asshole.
"Keep 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 deep in my loins. I was burning up and dripping pussy succus. The sound of our body crashing together commingle with the squelching sound of my pussy to sate the room.
"Ohohohoohhhhhhh……. Jessuuuuussssss yeeessssssss ! ! ! ! ! ! !"
My eubstance started convulsing and I exploded all over his cock as I saw fireworks.
Tommy pulled out of me, and spun my unresisting soundbox over. He grabbed my hips and pulled me up to my knee joint. 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 helping hand on one of my ass cheeks and pushed it to the face, exposing my asshole.
"Noooooo, Tommy. Not yet, please."I weakly tried to jiggle away.
He placed the head word of his hammer to my fix. His peter was dripping with my succus, and it popped past my sphincter. 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 helping hand and held me still. He was in complete control condition of me now, and had assumed a powerful mount position.
There was nowhere for me to go, all I could do was just hold still and convey it.
Tommy plowed into me, his cock pushing past my sphincter, and deep into my Colon. His hips were smacking into my ass cheeks, making a obscene slapping strait. Sweat was flying off both of our bodies, soaking the bed sheets underneath us.
I was still coming down from my orgasm, and my boldness were raw. This muscular fucking was almost too much for me. I squeezed my eyes shut, gritted my teeth, and waited for him to finish.
I knew that Tommy had a lot of dump to work 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 duo of moment, he began grunting in sentence with his thrusts.
"Take ! That ! Dick ! ! Take ! That ! cock ! !"
"Tommy, please."I pleaded with him.
He slowed a bit, grabbed my hip in his hands, and started slamming into me even harder. His right subdivision pulled me back onto his dick, impaling me on it.
"shtup ! You ! Bitch ! ! Fuck ! You ! Bitch ! !"
This wasn't sex anymore. This was violent and ugly, like a rape.
"Tommy, stop ! ! ! ! Please, blockage ! ! ! ! ! !"
He either couldn't hear me, or was ignoring me, and kept pounding into my ass. I reached forward and grabbed postponement of the Browning automatic rifle of my wrought iron headboard. I was crying and screaming as he kept fucking my ass.
He finally gave a mighty 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 close to him.
"Shhhh, it's sanction Katie."
I wiped bout from my eyes and snarled at him over my shoulder.
"I'm not Katie, you asshole."
I angrily shrugged his arms off of me, and pulled myself off his dick as gently as I could.
I limped towards the john with his cum dripping down my leg.
I flipped on the light shift and wet down a dry wash fabric to houseclean myself. As I wiped his cum from my leg, I discovered that I was bleeding as well.

Tommy appeared behind me, shame and guilt 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 floor."All of it. I don't know what to say. I can only apologize to you again, I don't know what came over me."
I looked down at the swallow hole."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 aurora and tended to my task, moving slowly after the previous dark events. As I eventually worked my way back to the strawman of the house, I found a nosegay of albumen roses on the front porch. A modest batting order was attached with a simpleton 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 man window, gazing across the little Equus caballus farm I lived on.
This had once been a sleepy farming community, but about 15 years ago, real land developers had come in and bought up all the land, transforming our trivial farm biotic community into an upscale suburb, replete with gated subdivisions and snobby yuppies.
I still lived in the petty skeletal frame firm that my grandfather had built, I just couldn't bear to section with it, so I held on despite lucrative offers from the developers.
When it was discovered that we had oil on our property, we leased the mineral right, and sat back to collect the royalty checks.
I ran a large stable on our place, and all the snoot kept their sawhorse boarded there. It was a labor of dearest for me, a way to keep busy.
My hubby Jake had been killed respective years ago by a rummy driver, so I was alone now, a widow woman in her early 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 piddling little girl, and an absolutely gorgeous wife, who was also a reality grade snob.
She was always dressed to the nines in the latest interior designer manner, carried Fendi purse, and wore Manolo Blahnik shoes. She was constantly on the go ; Pontius Pilate, Yoga, the gym, tennis order, area baseball club, tomentum salon, manicurist, and whatever big social result was coming up.
They had a nanny for their lilliputian fille since Tommy was always at employment, and she had her socializing to attend to.
The female child often came over to ride the buck. I would slash them on, and gently pass a reclaim mare around in a forget me drug. They would get to feed her apples when they were done, and they thought it was just the greatest affair in the world.

One Saturday, I heard a whang at my room access.
I answered and discovered Tommy outside with the daughter, his lips drawn tight.
"Jess, I'm awfully sorry to spring this on you, but could I leave the girls 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 daddy are fighting."She whispered.
"Shhhhhh !"Dawn, two years older, gave her sister a fierce 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 assume 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 problem Katie, we had a opulent afternoon."
Amanda looked at her mother with trepidation."Are you and daddy getting a divorcement ?"
Katie blanched at that."Amanda ! What kind of head is that ? Not in social movement of unknown ! ! !"
Amanda looked at me."Jess isn't a stranger."
Katie huffed."wellspring she's not family. Let's go."
And they left without another word.

A mates of days later I was tending to some oeuvre on the edge the prop and saw Tommy over the fence in his pool.
"How are you doing ?"
He looked up at me.
"Not too well. Katie took the girls and went to her mom's."
"I'm sorry."He looked so get down ; my heart 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 Solanum tuberosum and corn whisky on the cob.
We ate and chatted about creation thing, current events, and sports.
"This is nice."He said as we cleared away the dishes."Katie's only interested in way and society gossip. I can't hark back the final real 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 eyes to the Mantle where there were several pictures of Jake.
"How long have you been alone now, Jess ?"
"Seven years."I replied.
"I don't know 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 next day, he texted me."Dinner tonight at my place ? I owe you."
That Nox, I arrived with a 6 pack of Coors Light.
"I'm a redneck girl."I told him with a smile.
"Fine by me,"he replied."It's goodness to be able to just relax and be real."
I glanced around the cavernous aliveness room. Everywhere you looked you saw expensive furnishings and decorations. The house portraits seemed a little too thoroughgoing, if you know what I mean. Posed and polished, but ….. empty somehow.
Tommy pulled out submit 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 former a little bit better.
He had been a college athlete, and Katie had been a Sorority girl. He had gone into the syndicate business sector, and done pretty well, as evidenced by the house we were sitting in.
But despite the money, he was a pretty anchor guy who reminded me a lot of Jake. His dad had built the business from the ground up, and Tommy had spent his summers working for him, starting as an medical intern, and working in several low-altitude jobs throughout the companionship each twelvemonth, gradually learning the business. 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 pass on 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 much liquidity."
"Is that why she's gone ?"It wasn't too surprise. financial problem are the number one issue for married match that split up.
"No, I caught her fucking her Pilate instructor !"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, very much to my surprise. It was a like a giant weight had been lifted from him.
"It feels good to finally enjoin someone."
We moved on to barge topics, and he seemed more relaxed.
We watched the Sunday night biz on his big screen, loudly cheering.
I left after the plot was over, and he suggested that we get together for Monday Night Football and dinner.

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

In the coming days, I would get random texts from him, complaining, venting, or just asking how I was doing. Truth to tell, I started to feel a petty bit uncomfortable about the situation. Despite the fact that his wife had cheated on him, he was still married, and I didn't want to come between the two of them, especially not with two footling girls in the picture.

A couple of week 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 screwing away from my married man, or I'll claw your fucking eyes out ! ! ! ! !"
I quickly hung up on her, but my phone kept blowing up with voicemails and threatening texts for the adjacent hour.
The next day, Tommy knocked on my room access, looking apologetic.
"Katie took a flavour at my phone, and saw the textbook. I'm afraid she jumped to decision. I told her that nothing happened, but….. well you saw how that worked out."
I nodded.
"spirit Tommy, you're a decent guy, but this situation with Katie …. It's orchis. And with your girls, 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 workweek at a local bbq hangout. He looked sap and haggard down. Despite my intentions to not get involved, my heart went out to him and I asked how he was.
Katie had taken off again, taking the little girl with her. He had no idea where she was, or when she was coming back.
Against my better judgment, I invited him over for dinner that night.
And so a figure developed. Katie would remove off without notice, sometimes just for a couple of Clarence Shepard Day Jr., sometimes for workweek. Sometimes she took the girls, sometimes she left them behind.
Through it all, Tommy tried to keep a unassailable front, telling the fille that mummy was going on vacation. Meanwhile, Katie was off doing God-knows-who, and blowing through their depository financial institution account.

Whenever she took the girls, Tommy would roll up asking me to bring together him for dinner. I was wary, but by this point, Katie's indiscretions were a bit of an unfastened mystery around town. It turned out that she made a habit of hooking up with the latest tasty treat that came across her course, and Tommy had never suspected anything.
Katie was jerking him around at this head, telling him that she loved him and wanted to have their wedlock body of work, and then disappearing again.
When she left the female child behind, I would piss myself scarce. I didn't want them telling Katie that I was around.
When she did direct the female child, Tommy and I would cling out and talk.
He joked that I was his unpaid healer, but as I pointed out, since I wasn't trained or licensed, it all evened out.
As time went on, we wound up becoming very close.

One night, after almost a class of Katie's disappearing and reappearing act, we got together.
I'm not exactly trusted how it happened, maybe it was the beer, but at one compass 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 clapper danced in one another's lip.
I could experience his desire, his need for me, and it mirrored my own.
The need to be touched, to be wanted, to be loved.
I hadn't felt this way in so recollective, and feeling his ghost on my skin inflamed my passions. I wanted him.
I wanted to finger his hands on my bare skin, to feel his backtalk contact me, to feel him inside of me.
I needed him.
I needed to feel like a woman.
I needed him to make me feel the way I wanted to feel.
We paused for air, and looked deep into each others eyes.
I saw a glimmering of dubiety 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 tell me Tommy, what exactly do you think your married woman 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 intend she'll say to you the succeeding fourth dimension she sees you ?"
He looked at the ceiling.
"She'll probably tell me that she loves me and wants to knead it out."
I kept kissing him.
"And what else ?"
"That she needs just a little Sir Thomas More metre …."
I began kissing his neck.
"And what will she do next ?"
Tommy snorted.
"She'll ingest off again with no explanation !"
"Tommy, your marriage ceremony 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 pain in his deep wild blue yonder eyes.
"I don't know if I can."
"Let me help you."
I sat back and pulled my shirt off over my head, and undid my bra.
Tommy was mesmerized by my breasts. I reached down and took his paw before guiding them to my rock arduous nipples.
However, as soon as he touched me, he pulled his manus 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 abode, I stripped nude and walked to my bedroom. I stood in front of my antique good distance mirror and examined myself.
Was there something wrong with me ?
Was there some flaw that Tommy had seen ?
I piled my blonde tresses on top of my head.
Some light lentigo adorned my push button nose.
I had a rose-colored complexion that was burnished by my invariable open air work.
attention to the horses had given me a firm and toned organic structure.
I examined my arms. Not overly powerful, you could trace the definition in them. No Republic of Turkey necks hanging beneath them.
My breasts were round and full phase of the moon, natural 34 Cs with just the perfect quantity of hang.
I rubbed my handwriting in lazy band on them.
My digit twisted my irreverent nipple like radio dials.
With one hand still fondling my breast, I traced the fingernails of my free hand down my tight abdomen. You could clearly see the definition of my abdomen.
I made my way further Confederacy, down along my bare pubis. No FUPA here, I was as flat as I had been as a teenager.
I traced the outer curve of my coxa, while turning slightly to examine my ass.
It sat high and proud, with no trace of cellulite there, or on my thighs.
Two decades of horseback riding had sculpted my ass and thighs.
My finger's breadth located my clit and lightly stroked it, sending a small jolt through my groin.
I started working a unity finger in and out of my crocked pussy.
I hadn't been with a man in a spell, and I could tell.
The legal brief make out sitting with Tommy had me dripping.
I lay back on my bed and began to forge my finger in and out of my increasingly wet pussy.
I could experience my temperature rising when I heard a knock at my figurehead door.
Are you fucking kidding me ? ! ? ! ?
I tried to ignore it when I heard Tommy's voice.
"Jess, open 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 hell 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 mentation, I reached out and pulled him into the mansion while dropping my robe.
His eyes 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 whang and struggled with his pants.
I reached out to help him, but he grabbed my hands and pinned them above my brain in one of his manpower as he pushed me back against the wall.
With his free hired man, he traced my white meat, before dipping down to my pussy.
Discovering how wet it was, he looked hungrily into my eyes, then savagely kissed me again.
The force of his military action surprised me, but I was swept away by my arousal.
He spun me around, and kept my hands pinned to the paries above my head.
I heard the zipper of his pants coming loose, and then gasped as he pressed his peter against me. He pushed me legs apart with his human knee, and guided his cockhead to my pussy.
"Tommy….."I moaned."Do it. I want you."
He thrust into me with such force play that it knocked the breath from my lungs.
As I steadied myself, he grabbed my wrists in his handwriting and held them against the paries above my head.
Tommy wasn't building up to anything, he started a rhythmic pounding motion 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 learn Tommy behind me, grunting in metre with his thrusts.
His constant pounding was driving me crazy after I had gone so long without insight. I began gasping and begged him to rub my clitoris to set me off.
Instead, he released my men, and grabbed my pelvic arch, then began forcefully pulling me back onto his shaft. The slapping of our bare skin together echoed through the sign of the zodiac. I leaned my face against the paries and began playing with my clit.
I could palpate my coming swell within me, almost from my toes.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhyyyyyyeeeeeeeessssssss ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"
I felt my pussy clamp down on his shaft, and he suddenly stopped moving as he shouted out, his body jerked once or twice, and then I felt him explode 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 tool moorage from my pussy.
I turned to face him, and smiled.
He looked down, then away, as if he was ashamed to fill my gaze.
"Ummmmm. I don't know what to say. I'm not really certainly what just happened."
I was a bit mystified.
"We just made erotic love, what do you conceive happened ?"
He looked uncomfortable at that.
"I need to go. I'll call you later."
He quickly pulled his pants up and left, leaving me bare and bewildered in my entryway.
I slept like a log that night, completely satisfied.

The following day, I texted him for dinner, but he begged off. Over the next few days, he seemed to be avoiding me. So that weekend, I decided to contract the issue.
I knocked on his front door and walked right in. I spun on my heel to face him.
"Alright Tommy, let's put our cards on the tabular array. 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 play 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 furious when she told me about the lawyer……"
His voice trailed off, and tears came to his eyes.
"I cheated on my wife ….. I committed adultery."
He shook his straits.
"I can't see you. What we did …. You need to leave behind. Please don't liaison me again."
I silently left. Not much I could say to that.

Katie came back home and stayed for a yoke of calendar week before disappearing for a holiday weekend.
She then came back for another calendar month, and then left with the miss again for an extended stay at her mothers.
After about a hebdomad, Tommy texted me.
"Can we babble ?"
I knew I shouldn't, but watching his soap opera from afar had really gotten to me, and I missed him.
After being alone for so many years, I thought that sealed demand had long since gone, but they were just lying dormant.
And it wasn't just the sex, it was the companionship, the intimacy, the ability to talk to mortal on more than than just a casual level. I felt animated when I was with him.
"Come by tonight."I replied.

That night I sat on my couch while Tommy paced back and Forth and spewed all his ire and frustration out.
For an hour I listened to him rage against her and how unfair this integral state of affairs was, how it was damaging his young woman, how it was driving him mad, and how it was starting to affect his business.
Finally, his earpiece buzzed.
He looked down at it.
"Katie says she'll be back tomorrow…."


I rolled my eyes.
"And how long do you imagine that she'll remain this clock time ? Until she meets a new personal trainer ? The waiter's assistant at the bbq shack is somewhat cute. They've hired a new cashier at the grocery store."
His optic flashed as a quickly glared at me.
"Don't you talk about my married woman that way !"
"Listen Tommy, you just spent the evening complaining about her running around on you, and now you're defending her ? Are you even listening to yourself ? Ask yourself what do you think she was doing while she was gone ?"
"She had the lady friend at her mom's…."he faltered.
"And you think she was staying in every nighttime ? What does her mom think of all this ?"
"Katie complains that I work all the meter, her mom says that I don't pay enough tending to her….."
"Tommy, you're working to secure your house future, and what is Katie doing right now ? She's blowing through all of your money, which means that you'll have to act even more !"
"It's …."
"It's freak !"I shouted at him.
"What I don't get Tommy, is why after all that she's put you through, why you still hold open letting her do it to you some more ! ! When are you going to arouse up ? ! ? ! ? ! ?"
At this point I stood up and started pushing him backwards.
"She's put you through a year of torment ! ! She's yanked you back and forth ! ! She's toying with your emotions ! ! ! She's putting your girls through all of this ! ! And she's been fucking other men ! ! ! !"
I was ferocious. Whether at Katie or Tommy, I wasn't quite sure as shooting, but I was furious. trueness to assure, probably at both of them.

Tommy looked at me, stunned. Then I saw anger procession in his optic. He stepped forwards, grabbed my face in his hands, and pulled me to him for a passionate buss. I eagerly responded, and wrapped my sleeve around his neck.
He reacted by roughly flinging them away and spinning me around, before forcing me down to my knees on the couch.
He grabbed the cincture of my shorts and yanked them to my knees, taking my step-in with them.
He reached for my pussy and began rubbing his finger up and down my slit.
I turned my foreland to look over my shoulder.
He seemed bedaze, moving in a prurient fog.
For some reasonableness, he frightened me a bit. This whole scenario did.
"Tommy……."
He looked up at me, almost as if he didn't agnize me.
He reached forwards and turned my head away from him.
I felt him place his hand on the small of my book binding as he jabbed at my twat with his rooster. 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 go skirmish, this wasn't gentle, this was a frantic nooky. He didn't care about my pleasure ; he was just taking care of himself.
He started grunting in clip with his thrusts again.
"Yeah ! Yeah ! ! Yeah ! ! Unn ! ! ! Unnn ! ! ! Unnn ! ! ! !"
I turned my head again and peered at him. His eyes were closed, and his face was a contorted mask of lust and anger.
"Cummingcummingcumming ! ! ! !"He gasped.
He pulled out of me and shot his consignment onto my back.
"Tommy, look at me."I said.
He was still recovering, with his capitulum hanging down and breathing deeply. The expression on his face was at once angry and satisfied.
"Tommy."I repeated.
That seemed to snatch him out of his daze.
His middle opened and he glanced up at me. As soon as our oculus met, his formula changed to one of overplus. He looked down and began pulling his pants up.
"Jess, I have to go. I'll outcry you later."
And with that, he was gone.
I was down on my sofa on my genu and elbows, his cum soaking into the backrest of my shirt, with my shorts and my underclothes pulled down far enough to tolerate him entry.
fountainhead this is embarrassing, 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 news, 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 mind. Conversation was kept to a minimum, with no honorable mention of our previous encounter, or the latest development in his crumbling marriage.
As I began clearing the tabular array, he placed his hired hand on my hip and pushed me against the table. He reached for the back of my cervix and pushed me face down on top of it. Once again, my pant 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 teacher down on the table and began to cry.
I was the early cleaning lady. The one he fucked when his wife was gone.
I felt so dirty.
He was totally oblivious to my tears, my feelings, to what he was doing to me.
He was degrading me.
And I was letting him do it.

The next Nox he was back. There wasn't even the make-believe of dinner this clip, as soon as I opened the threshold, he kissed me hard and backed me up against the wall. As he went to turn me around, I placed my hands on his chest.
"Tommy, stop."
He looked confused.
"I'm not going to maintain playing along."
"Jess, what are you talking about ?"
"I'm not going to be your tart. I don't know what's going on with you and Katie, but I'm not some lady friend that you can arrive over and bonk when you're angry 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 door ! ! Do you have any idea how that makes me feel ? ? ? ? ? ! !"
binge were starting to flow now.
"I'm a good person, and I don't deserve this ! I don't want a casual lay, or a fuck buddy ! I want someone that I can give birth a kinship with ! ! I want someone that I can love 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 tears 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 pauperization, 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 angry at Katie, and you grudge-fuck me."
He hung his foreland."Yeah, I guess so."
He looked up at me, his heart moist.
"I'm really good-for-nothing. Can we set 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 clip, like he was afraid to hurt me. His hands began working up the scruff of my neck, gently stroking it as he massaged my scalp and played with my hair.
We made out on the lounge like a twain of adolescent for a piece before I rose and took him by the hired hand into my bedroom.
We stripped one another like we were kids on Christmas morning, excited to see what lay beneath the wrapping.
Tommy picked me up in his arms and pose me down on the bed as gently as if I were an egg, his rim never leaving mine.
He caressed my body with his finger, gently running them up and down my shape, leaving me shivering as I felt little undulation 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 lips of my pussy.
He tongued my button, and started flicking it back and forth.
He spent several minutes down there licking me, and gave me my first orgasm of the evening.
We spent the better part of an hour thrashing, stroking, and teasing each other.
At one point, when he was sucking my clitoris into his oral fissure, he surprised me by gently probing my ass with his pinky.
I had tried anal a few prison term before, and while I didn't hate it, it also wasn't my beginning choice. But his little finger, gently probing at my anus while he was stimulating my button with his tongue set me on fire.
The eve was a beautiful experience, one that I would think and re-live for a prospicient, farseeing metre to come.

Until it turned into a wild ass-rape.

looking across my lawn, holding the flowers, I saw Tommy come out from behind a 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 flowers to my bedroom…..

Tommy served Katie with divorce document the next week.
She dragged it out with mindless legal proceedings, hoping to break him and get every hold up penny she could.
It was a messy procedure, I was deposed, as were a number of Katie's fling. She was surprised that Tommy was able to find out about so many of them.
The judge was none too happy about all the shenanigans, and granted articulatio hold, lessening Tommy's child support.
The missy had been unwilling participants in all this dramatic event, and Katie worked to turn them against Tommy and against me.

Tommy and I had various more roughly nights in bed while the divorce dragged on, and he would twist up taking out his choler at Katie by treating me like a fuck toy.
Although I did change by reversal the tabular array on him after I was deposed.
That damn lawyer had me so worked up, as soon as we got in the car, I attacked Tommy.
I tore his shirt and pants unfastened, left dinero Deutschmark on his pectus and boldness, and rode him like a bucking bronco in the drivers seat in the parking garage.
He stared at me with bug eyes after I came and climbed off of him.
"Remind me never to urinate you angry…"Then we both burst out laughing.

The daughter eventually adjusted to the site. Tommy and I married after the divorce was finalized, and while their mother was still a aeonian thorn in my side, they came to bear me and even love me as their step-mother.

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

Or maybe, just because we like it .