Sweat was dripping off of Tommy's Chin, splashing down onto my face. His eyes were closed as he pounded away at me. My legs were splayed across-the-board, his muscular arms braced on the bed with my knees pinned behind them. I had one mitt on my pussy, frigging my clitoris, while my other hand was reaching underneath me, my middle digit pushing in and out of my asshole.
"support going child, I'm almost there."I urged him. He nodded, and increased his pace.
As he kept thrusting deep into my cunt, I could find the hotness deep in my loins. I was burning up and dripping pussy juice. The sound of our consistency crashing together mixed with the squelching speech sound of my kitty to fill the room.
"Ohohohoohhhhhhh……. Jessuuuuussssss yeeessssssss ! ! ! ! ! ! !"
My physical structure started convulsing and I exploded all over his cock as I saw fireworks.
Tommy pulled out of me, and spun my unresisting body over. He grabbed my hips 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 up and shoved the pillow under my hips before dropping me back down.
"Pleeeeeaaaaasssseeee, just a trivial bit of time."
Tommy leaned over me and whispered in my ear.
"It's ok Jess, you'll be fine."
He placed a hand on one of my ass cheeks and pushed it to the English, exposing my asshole.
"Noooooo, Tommy. Not yet, please."I weakly tried to wiggle away.
He placed the straits of his shaft to my hole. His pecker was dripping with my juice, and it popped past my anatomical sphincter. Once he had the headspring in, he reached forward and forced my head word 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 hand and held me still. He was in double-dyed dominance of me now, and had assumed a knock-down backing position.
There was nowhere for me to go, all I could do was just hold still and take it.
Tommy plowed into me, his dick pushing past my sphincter, and deep into my Aspinwall. His pelvis were smacking into my ass brass, making a libidinous slapping auditory sensation. stew 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 powerful ass was almost too much for me. I squeezed my eyes shut, gritted my tooth, and waited for him to finish.
I knew that Tommy had a lot of shit 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 couple of minutes, he began grunting in time with his thrusts.
"proceeds ! That ! Dick ! ! Take ! That ! dick ! !"
"Tommy, please."I pleaded with him.
He slowed a bit, grabbed my hips in his handwriting, and started slamming into me even harder. His powerful subdivision pulled me back onto his stopcock, impaling me on it.
"Fuck ! You ! Bitch ! ! Fuck ! You ! Bitch ! !"
This wasn't sex anymore. This was violent and ugly, like a rape.
"Tommy, catch ! ! ! ! Please, stop consonant ! ! ! ! ! !"
He either couldn't hear me, or was ignoring me, and kept pounding into my ass. I reached forward and grabbed hold of the bars of my wrought branding iron headboard. I was crying and screaming as he kept fucking my ass.
He finally gave a mighty bellowing and coated my colon with his jizz before collapsing on my spinal column, pinning me to the bed beneath his weight. He rolled over on his side, holding me closemouthed to him.
"Shhhh, it's alright Katie."
I wiped rip from my eyes and snarled at him over my shoulder.
"I'm not Katie, you asshole."
I angrily shrugged his branch off of me, and pulled myself off his cock as gently as I could.
I limped towards the toilet with his cum dripping down my leg.
I flipped on the light switch and wet down a wash cloth to clean 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 epithet ?"
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 sink."I think you practiced 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 forenoon and tended to my task, moving slowly after the previous nighttime outcome. As I eventually worked my way back to the strawman of the firm, I found a bouquet of white rosiness on the front porch. A small card 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 social movement window, gazing across the niggling sawhorse farm I lived on.
This had once been a sleepy farming community, but about 15 eld ago, real estate developers had come in and bought up all the earth, transforming our little farm community into an upscale suburb, replete with gated subdivisions and snobby yuppies.
I still lived in the little frame business firm that my gramps had built, I just couldn't bear to part 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 rights, and sat back to gather up the royal line checks.
I ran a bombastic stable on our property, and all the prig kept their gymnastic horse boarded there. It was a labor of love for me, a way to keep busy.
My husband Jake had been killed respective years ago by a rummy driver, so I was alone now, a widow in her early 30's.
About five years ago, Tommy and his phratry had moved into a house that backed up to our place. He had two adorable little girls, and an absolutely gorgeous married woman, who was also a world grade snob.
She was always dressed to the nine in the latest designer fashion, carried Fendi purse, and wore Manolo Blahnik shoe. She was constantly on the go ; Pilate, Yoga, the gym, tennis nightspot, body politic lodge, fuzz salon, manicurist, and whatever big social event was coming up.
They had a nanny for their minuscule girls since Tommy was always at work, and she had her socializing to hang to.
The little girl often came over to ride the horses. I would slash them on, and gently lead a tamed mare around in a traffic circle. They would get to tip her apples when they were done, and they thought it was just the greatest matter in the world.

One Sat, I heard a whack at my door.
I answered and discovered Tommy outside with the girls, his lips drawn tight.
"Jess, I'm awfully sorry to take a hop this on you, but could I leave the girls here for the day ? We're having a family emergency."
Little Amanda, the immature of the two looked at me with red rimmed eyes.
"Mommy and dad are fighting."She whispered.
"Shhhhhh !"Dawn, two years sr., gave her Sister a savage rebuke."You're not supposed to say anything !"
I looked at Tommy, and he glanced away, embarrassed.
"That's no job, you two come on in. We'll have lunch and go take a ride, how does that vocalize ?"
Tommy thanked me and left.
The female child and I played all day, until their female parent came to get them.
"Sorry about the inconvenience Jess, I appreciate it."
I nodded at her."No problem 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 front of strangers ! ! !"
Amanda looked at me."Jess isn't a stranger."
Katie huffed."fountainhead she's not family. Let's go."
And they left without another word.

A couple of days 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 girls and went to her mom's."
"I'm sorry."He looked so dejected ; my middle 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 menage, it feels … unnatural."

He showed up that evening with a bottle of wine, and I grilled two steaks with baked murphy and corn on the cob.
We ate and chatted about world liaison, current event, and sports.
"This is nice."He said as we cleared away the looker."Katie's only matter to in style and society gossip. I can't think the stopping point 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 recognize 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 future day, he texted me."dinner party tonight at my situation ? 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 good 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 menage portraits seemed a piddling too perfective, if you know what I mean. Posed and polished, but ….. empty somehow.
Tommy pulled out engage out Chinese, and I laughed.
He smiled and said that he didn't really cook.
As we sat and ate, we got to have it away each early a lilliputian bit better.
He had been a college jock, and Katie had been a Sorority girl. He had gone into the family stage business, and done pretty well, as evidenced by the house we were sitting in.
But despite the money, he was a pretty grounded 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 intern, and working in assorted low-level jobs throughout the fellowship each year, gradually learning the business. He had worked hard, and was on the threshold of buying his dad out, something that Katie couldn't fathom.
"She doesn't understand why he won't just break it to me. I'm afraid she doesn't always live in the real humanity. She's worried about the way it will impact our modus vivendi when we don't have so much liquidity."
"Is that why she's gone ?"It wasn't too storm. financial job are the number one issue for tie pair that split up.
"No, I caught her fucking her Pontius Pilate instructor !"He bitterly snapped.
I flinched at that.
"Tommy, I'm sorry, it's not my business, I shouldn't have pried."
"It's okay."Tommy looked a bit remedy, lots to my surprisal. It was a like a colossus weight had been lifted from him.
"It feels near to finally tell someone."
We moved on to hoy topics, and he seemed more relaxed.
We watched the Sunday dark game on his big screen, loudly cheering.
I left after the game was over, and he suggested that we get together for Monday Night football and dinner.

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

In the coming 24-hour interval, I would get random texts from him, complaining, venting, or just asking how I was doing. Truth to secernate, I started to feel a short 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 in between the two of them, especially not with two little little girl in the picture.

A match 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 squawk ! ! ! ! You goddam whore ! ! ! ! ! You stay the screwing away from my husband, or I'll nipper your fucking eyes out ! ! ! ! !"
I quickly hung up on her, but my phone kept blowing up with voicemail and threatening textbook for the next hour.
The following day, Tommy knocked on my door, looking apologetic.
"Katie took a look 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 spot with Katie …. It's nuts. And with your fille, 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 topical anesthetic bbq hangout. He looked timeworn and worn down. Despite my intention to not get involved, my heart went out to him and I asked how he was.
Katie had taken off again, taking the girls with her. He had no melodic theme where she was, or when she was coming back.
Against my better judgment, I invited him over for dinner that night.
And so a pattern developed. Katie would take off without notice, sometimes just for a dyad of days, sometimes for calendar week. Sometimes she took the lady friend, sometimes she left them behind.
Through it all, Tommy tried to maintain a strong front, telling the girls that mummy was going on vacations. Meanwhile, Katie was off doing God-knows-who, and blowing through their bank account.

Whenever she took the lady friend, Tommy would nose up asking me to join him for dinner. I was mistrustful, but by this full point, Katie's indiscretions were a bit of an out-of-doors secret around town. It turned out that she made a drug abuse of hooking up with the latest tasty goody that came across her track, and Tommy had never suspected anything.
Katie was jerking him around at this level, telling him that she loved him and wanted to wee their marriage body of work, and then disappearing again.
When she left the girlfriend behind, I would lay down myself scarce. I didn't want them telling Katie that I was around.
When she did take the girls, Tommy and I would hang out and talk.
He joked that I was his volunteer 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 yr 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 distributor point, Tommy leaned in and kissed me. I was shocked at get-go, but then felt myself responding to him.
I rolled on top of him, my branch wrapping around his neck as our natural language danced in one another's mouths.
I could feel his desire, his need for me, and it mirrored my own.
The pauperization to be touched, to be wanted, to be loved.
I hadn't felt this way in so long, and feeling his skin senses on my hide inflamed my passions. I wanted him.
I wanted to feel his script on my bare skin, to feel his lips touch me, to experience him inside of me.
I needed him.
I needed to feel like a woman.
I needed him to take a crap me feel the way I wanted to feel.
We paused for air, and looked deep into each others eyes.
I saw a glimmer of dubiety in his.
"Jess, maybe we shouldn't. I'm still married, Katie is talking about working things out…"
I leaned my caput against his.
"So tell apart me Tommy, what exactly do you think your wife is doing right now ?"
He hesitated.
"fountainhead ….. 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 remember she'll say to you the next fourth dimension she sees you ?"
He looked at the ceiling.
"She'll probably state me that she loves me and wants to crop it out."
I kept kissing him.
"And what else ?"
"That she needs just a little More fourth dimension …."
I began kissing his neck.
"And what will she do next ?"
Tommy snorted.
"She'll lease off again with no explanation !"
"Tommy, your spousal relationship 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 deep blue devil eyes.
"I don't know if I can."
"Let me facilitate you."
I sat back and pulled my shirt off over my head, and undid my bra.
Tommy was mesmerized by my titty. I reached down and took his hands before guiding them to my rock firmly nipples.
However, as soon as he touched me, he pulled his helping hand 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 bedroom. I stood in forepart of my antique full length mirror and examined myself.
Was there something damage with me ?
Was there some flaw that Tommy had seen ?
I piled my blonde tresses on top of my nous.
Some light freckle adorned my clitoris nose.
I had a rosy complexion that was burnished by my invariant outdoors work.
Tending to the horses had given me a business firm and toned body.
I examined my weapons system. Not overly hefty, you could line the definition in them. No turkey necks hanging beneath them.
My boob were one shot and full-of-the-moon, natural 34 Cs with just the everlasting amount of hang.
I rubbed my hired hand in indolent circles on them.
My finger twisted my pert nipples like tuner dials.
With one hand still fondling my titty, I traced the fingernails of my complimentary hand down my taut stomach. You could clearly see the definition of my abdomen.
I made my way further south, down along my bare pubic bone. No FUPA here, I was as flat as I had been as a teenager.
I traced the outer curve of my rose hip, while turning slightly to prove my ass.
It sat high and lofty, with no hint of cellulite there, or on my thighs.
Two ten of horseback riding had sculpted my ass and thighs.
My finger located my clit and lightly stroked it, sending a small jolt through my groin.
I started working a bingle digit 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 session with Tommy had me dripping.
I lay back on my bed and began to bring my finger 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 ignore 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 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 thinking, I reached out and pulled him into the house 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 natural language deep into my oral fissure while he yanked off his belt and struggled with his pants.
I reached out to help him, but he grabbed my deal and pinned them above my psyche in one of his hands as he pushed me back against the wall.
With his free mitt, he traced my breasts, before dipping down to my pussy.
Discovering how wet it was, he looked hungrily into my eyes, then savagely kissed me again.
The force play of his natural action surprised me, but I was swept away by my arousal.
He spun me around, and retain my hands pinned to the wall above my head.
I heard the zipper of his pant coming loose, and then gasped as he pressed his cock against me. He pushed me pegleg apart with his knees, and guided his cockhead to my pussy.
"Tommy….."I moaned."Do it. I want you."
He thrust into me with such military group that it knocked the breathing space from my lungs.
As I steadied myself, he grabbed my wrists in his handwriting and held them against the wall above my head.
Tommy wasn't building up to anything, he started a rhythmical pounding motion into me, and I do bastardly hammer. 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 constant pounding was driving me crazy 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 hips, then began forcefully pulling me back onto his shaft of light. The slapping of our bare skin together echoed through the house. I leaned my case against the wall and began playing with my clit.
I could feel my orgasm fop within me, almost from my toes.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhyyyyyyeeeeeeeessssssss ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"
I felt my pussy clamp down on his cock, 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 turncock slip from my pussy.
I turned to confront 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 love, what do you imagine happened ?"
He looked uncomfortable at that.
"I need to go. I'll call you later."
He quickly pulled his trouser up and left, leaving me au naturel 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 days, he seemed to be avoiding me. So that weekend, I decided to bid 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 bill on the table. I like you. I have touch sensation 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 next, so he filled in the silence.
"She said that she was angry when she told me about the lawyer……"
His voice trailed off, and snag came to his eyes.
"I cheated on my wife ….. I committed adultery."
He shook his fountainhead.
"I can't see you. What we did …. You need to leave. Please don't contact me again."
I silently left. Not much I could say to that.

Katie came back home and stayed for a dyad of weeks before disappearing for a vacation weekend.
She then came back for another month, and then left with the missy again for an gallop halt at her mothers.
After about a week, Tommy texted me.
"Can we verbalise ?"
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 geezerhood, I thought that certain want 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 someone on more than just a casual layer. 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 wrath and frustrations out.
For an hour I listened to him ramp against her and how unfair this full site was, how it was damaging his girls, how it was driving him nutcase, and how it was starting to affect his business.
Finally, his phone buzzed.
He looked down at it.
"Katie says she'll be back tomorrow…."


I rolled my eyes.
"And how foresighted do you think that she'll remain this time ? Until she meets a new personal trainer ? The waiter's assistant at the bbq shack is pretty cute. They've hired a new bank clerk at the market 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 call back she was doing while she was gone ?"
"She had the young lady at her mom's…."he faltered.
"And you think she was staying in every night ? What does her mom think of all this ?"
"Katie complains that I work all the time, her mom says that I don't pay adequate tending to her….."
"Tommy, you're working to secure 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 work even more !"
"It's …."
"It's crackpot !"I shouted at him.
"What I don't get Tommy, is why after all that she's put you through, why you still go along letting her do it to you some more ! ! When are you going to ignite up ? ! ? ! ? ! ?"
At this item I stood up and started pushing him backwards.
"She's put you through a twelvemonth of agony ! ! She's yanked you back and Forth River ! ! She's toying with your emotions ! ! ! She's putting your young lady through all of this ! ! And she's been fucking other men ! ! ! !"
I was fierce. Whether at Katie or Tommy, I wasn't quite trusted, but I was angered. the true to distinguish, probably at both of them.

Tommy looked at me, stunned. Then I saw anger rise in his center. He stepped forwards, grabbed my brass in his helping hand, and pulled me to him for a passionate kiss. I eagerly responded, and wrapped my arm 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 waistband of my shorts and yanked them to my knee, taking my panties with them.
He reached for my cunt and began rubbing his finger up and down my slit.
I turned my head to look over my shoulder.
He seemed dazed, moving in a libidinous 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 hand on the small of my spinal column as he jabbed at my cunt with his cock. I reached back between my legs to take 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 twat.
I cried out as he slammed into me and began pounding away.
Like our last skirmish, this wasn't gentle, this was a unrestrained fucking. He didn't care about my pleasure ; he was just taking tending of himself.
He started grunting in clip with his thrusts again.
"Yeah ! Yeah ! ! Yeah ! ! Unn ! ! ! Unnn ! ! ! Unnn ! ! ! !"
I turned my pass again and peered at him. His optic were closed, and his typeface was a contort mask of lust and anger.
"Cummingcummingcumming ! ! ! !"He gasped.
He pulled out of me and shot his loading onto my back.
"Tommy, facial expression at me."I said.
He was still recovering, with his head hanging down and breathing deeply. The saying on his face was at once tempestuous 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 eyes met, his aspect changed to one of embarrassment. He looked down and began pulling his pants up.
"Jess, I have to go. I'll telephone call you later."
And with that, he was gone.
I was down on my sofa on my knees and elbows, his cum soaking into the cover of my shirt, with my boxers and my underwear pulled down far enough to allow him entry.
Well this is bunglesome, I thought to myself as I got up.
What was wrong with him ? He fucks me and leaves ? What was that ?

A hebdomad later, we were back at it. Katie had moved out, taking the girls with her.
Tommy texted me the tidings, 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 mention of our old encounter, or the latest exploitation in his crumbling marriage.
As I began clearing the table, he placed his hired hand on my hip and pushed me against the table. 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 point down on the table and began to cry.
I was the other woman. The one he fucked when his married woman was gone.
I felt so dirty.
He was totally oblivious to my binge, my tactile sensation, 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 pretense of dinner this time, as soon as I opened the door, he kissed me difficult and backed me up against the bulwark. As he went to grow me around, I placed my hands on his chest.
"Tommy, stop."
He looked confused.
"I'm not going to keep open playing along."
"Jess, what are you talking about ?"
"I'm not going to be your whore. I don't know what's going on with you and Katie, but I'm not some miss that you can come over and screw when you're angry at her."
He pressed his sass together.
"Jess, that's not what this is."
"Really Tommy ? Have you ever asked me how my day has been ? How I'm touch sensation ? Whether or not I like what we're doing ? Have you rubbed my back ? My fundament ? Ever hugged me ? Ever gone down on me ? You fuck me till you cum, and then you're out the doorway ! ! Do you have any idea how that makes me feel ? ? ? ? ? ! !"
rent 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 sidekick ! I want someone that I can give birth a relationship with ! ! I want somebody 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 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 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 raging at Katie, and you grudge-fuck me."
He hung his head."Yeah, I guess so."
He looked up at me, his eyes moist.
"I'm really good-for-naught. Can we part again ?"
I considered for a present 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 time, like he was afraid to smart 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 sofa like a span of teen for a while before I rose and took him by the manus into my bedroom.
We stripped one another like we were kid on Christmas sunrise, excited to see what lay beneath the wrapping.
Tommy picked me up in his arms and laid me down on the bed as gently as if I were an egg, his back talk never leaving mine.
He caressed my body with his fingers, gently running them up and down my figure, leaving me shivering as I felt little 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 stage and parted the backtalk of my pussy.
He tongued my clit, and started flicking it back and Forth River.
He spent respective minutes down there licking me, and gave me my first climax of the evening.
We spent the near parting of an hour beating, stroke, and teasing each other.
At one item, 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 hate it, it also wasn't my first choice. But his pinky, gently probing at my anus while he was stimulating my clitoris with his lingua set me on fire.
The evening was a beautiful experience, one that I would think and re-live for a foresighted, long clip to come.

Until it turned into a violent ass-rape.

looking across my lawn, holding the bloom, I saw Tommy number 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 flowers to my bedroom…..

Tommy served Katie with divorce papers the next week.
She dragged it out with mindless effectual proceedings, hoping to break him and get every finale centime she could.
It was a messy appendage, I was deposed, as were a bit of Katie's go. She was surprised that Tommy was able to bump out about so many of them.
The evaluator was none too well-chosen about all the shenanigans, and granted joint custody, lessening Tommy's child support.
The girls had been unwilling player in all this drama, and Katie worked to turn them against Tommy and against me.

Tommy and I had several more rough nighttime in bed while the divorce dragged on, and he would nose up taking out his anger at Katie by treating me like a fuck toy.
Although I did sour the tables on him after I was deposed.
That tinker's dam lawyer had me so worked up, as soon as we got in the car, I attacked Tommy.
I tore his shirt and pants open, left cacography score on his chest and facial expression, and rode him like a bucking bronco in the drivers seat in the parking garage.
He stared at me with bug centre after I came and climbed off of him.
"Remind me never to make you angry…"Then we both burst out laughing.

The girls eventually adjusted to the situation. Tommy and I married after the divorce was finalized, and while their mother was still a ceaseless thorn in my position, they came to consent 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 take a leak off one of us.

Or maybe, just because we like it .