stew was dripping off of Tommy's Kuki, splashing down onto my face. His optic were closed as he pounded away at me. My stage were splayed wide, his mesomorphic arms braced on the bed with my articulatio genus pinned behind them. I had one hired hand on my pussy, frigging my clit, while my former hand was reaching underneath me, my middle finger pushing in and out of my asshole.
"livelihood going baby, I'm almost there."I urged him. He nodded, and increased his pace.
As he kept thrusting deep into my slit, I could feel the heating system deep in my pubic region. I was burning up and dripping twat juice. The speech sound of our bodies crashing together mixed with the squelching phone of my kitty-cat to satiate the room.
"Ohohohoohhhhhhh……. Jessuuuuussssss yeeessssssss ! ! ! ! ! ! !"
My organic structure started convulsing and I exploded all over his prick as I saw fireworks.
Tommy pulled out of me, and spun my unresisting body over. He grabbed my pelvis 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 stake 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 hand on one of my ass cheeks and pushed it to the side of meat, exposing my asshole.
"Noooooo, Tommy. Not yet, please."I weakly tried to joggle away.
He placed the question of his cock to my yap. His dick was dripping with my juice, 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 overstretch away, but it was no use. Tommy grabbed my hip with his former hand and held me still. He was in nail control of me now, and had assumed a potent 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 hawkshaw pushing past my sphincter, and deep into my colon. His hips were smacking into my ass face, making a libidinous slapping sound. Sweat was flying off both of our bodies, soaking the bed sheets underneath us.
I was still coming down from my sexual climax, and my nerves were raw. This powerful piece of tail was almost too often for me. I squeezed my eyes shut, gritted my teeth, and waited for him to polish off.
I knew that Tommy had a lot of damn to work out, and that was why I was here.
I just hoped I could live this experience.
Tommy kept slamming into my ass, and after a couple of minutes, he began grunting in time with his thrusts.
"Take ! That ! pecker ! ! Take ! That ! Dick ! !"
"Tommy, please."I pleaded with him.
He slowed a bit, grabbed my pelvis in his hands, and started slamming into me even harder. His brawny arms pulled me back onto his cock, impaling me on it.
"fucking ! You ! beef ! ! Fuck ! You ! Bitch ! !"
This wasn't sex anymore. This was violent and ugly, like a rape.
"Tommy, occlusive ! ! ! ! Please, stop consonant ! ! ! ! ! !"
He either couldn't hear me, or was ignoring me, and kept pounding into my ass. I reached forward and grabbed detainment 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 bellow and coated my Costa Rican 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 ending to him.
"Shhhh, it's okay Katie."
I wiped snag from my oculus 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 can with his cum dripping down my leg.
I flipped on the light switch and wet down a wash cloth to scavenge 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 rationalize to you again, I don't know what came over me."
I looked down at the sink."I think you in force go."
He nodded, apologized again, gathered his clothes and walked out of the elbow room. I went back to bed and fell asleep, exhausted.

I awoke early the next dawn and tended to my chores, moving slowly after the old nighttime result. As I eventually worked my way back to the front of the theater, I found a bouquet of white roses on the front porch. A small circuit card was attached with a simple inscription.
"I'm sorry. T"
I sighed and smiled. I wished I could quell mad at him, but it just wasn't possible.

I glanced out the front window, gazing across the little Equus caballus farm I lived on.
This had once been a sleepy husbandry residential district, but about 15 geezerhood ago, existent estate developers had come in and bought up all the land, transforming our little farm community into an upscale suburb, replete with gated subdivision and snobby yuppies.
I still lived in the slight bod house that my granddad had built, I just couldn't bear to function with it, so I held on despite lucrative crack from the developers.
When it was discovered that we had oil on our prop, we leased the mineral right wing, and sat back to collect the royal house checks.
I ran a orotund stable on our property, and all the prig kept their horses boarded there. It was a project of love for me, a way to keep busy.
My married man Jake had been killed various years ago by a drunk device driver, so I was alone now, a widow in her former 30's.
About five eld ago, Tommy and his family had moved into a family that backed up to our belongings. He had two adorable picayune girls, and an absolutely gorgeous wife, who was also a world year prig.
She was always dressed to the ball club in the latest interior decorator style, carried Fendi purses, and wore Manolo Blahnik shoes. She was constantly on the go ; Pilates, Yoga, the gym, tennis golf club, body politic society, tomentum salon, manicurist, and whatever big social issue was coming up.
They had a nanny for their little missy since Tommy was always at work, and she had her socializing to see to.
The girls often came over to drive the buck. I would lather them on, and gently take a tame mare around in a circuit. They would get to feed her apples when they were done, and they thought it was just the greatest thing in the world.

One Sabbatum, I heard a knocking at my door.
I answered and discovered Tommy outside with the girls, his sassing drawn tight.
"Jess, I'm awfully sorry to recoil 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 pop are fighting."She whispered.
"Shhhhhh !"daybreak, two years older, gave her babe a tearing 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 take a drive, 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 inconvenience Jess, I appreciate it."
I nodded at her."No problem Katie, we had a grand afternoon."
Amanda looked at her female parent with trepidation."Are you and daddy getting a divorcement ?"
Katie blanched at that."Amanda ! What kind of head is that ? Not in battlefront of strangers ! ! !"
Amanda looked at me."Jess isn't a stranger."
Katie huffed."Well she's not family. Let's go."
And they left without another word.

A duad of days later I was tending to some oeuvre on the edge the place and saw Tommy over the fence in his pool.
"How are you doing ?"
He looked up at me.
"Not too well. Katie took the little girl and went to her mom's."
"I'm sorry."He looked so dejected ; 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 feeding bottle of wine-colored, and I grilled two steaks with baked Solanum tuberosum and Zea mays on the cob.
We ate and chatted about man affairs, current upshot, and sports.
"This is nice."He said as we cleared away the dishes."Katie's only interested in fashion and social club gossip. I can't remember the final stage 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 night, I arrived with a 6 pack of Coors Light.
"I'm a cracker girl."I told him with a smile.
"Fine by me,"he replied."It's in effect to be able to just relax and be real."
I glanced around the cavernous support room. Everywhere you looked you saw expensive furnishing and decorations. The family portraiture seemed a petty too thoroughgoing, if you know what I mean. Posed and polished, but ….. empty somehow.
Tommy pulled out assume out Chinese, and I laughed.
He smiled and said that he didn't really cook.
As we sat and ate, we got to acknowledge each former a lilliputian bit better.
He had been a college athlete, and Katie had been a Sorority girl. He had gone into the syndicate job, and done pretty well, as evidenced by the house 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 business sector from the ground up, and Tommy had spent his summers working for him, starting as an houseman, and working in various subordinate Book of Job throughout the company each year, gradually learning the business. He had worked hard, and was on the wand of buying his dad out, something that Katie couldn't fathom.
"She doesn't understand why he won't just give it to me. I'm afraid she doesn't always live in the literal world. She's worried about the way it will impact our lifestyle when we don't have so much liquidity."
"Is that why she's gone ?"It wasn't too surprising. Financial problems are the number one issue for married couples 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 relieved, much to my surprise. It was a like a giant weight had been lifted from him.
"It feels good to finally separate someone."
We moved on to lighter topics, and he seemed more relaxed.
We watched the Sunday night plot on his big cover, loudly cheering.
I left after the game was over, and he suggested that we get together for Monday Night football game and dinner.

The adjacent 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 lose out on dinner and the game.

In the sexual climax days, I would get random texts from him, complaining, venting, or just asking how I was doing. Truth to tell, I started to experience a piddling bit uncomfortable about the berth. 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 piffling lady friend in the picture.

A twosome of workweek later, I got a birdsong 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 shtup away from my husband, 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 next hour.
The next day, Tommy knocked on my door, looking apologetic.
"Katie took a spirit at my earpiece, and saw the texts. I'm afraid she jumped to conclusions. I told her that nil 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 nuts. 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 topical anesthetic bbq repair. He looked tired 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 idea where she was, or when she was coming back.
Against my better legal opinion, I invited him over for dinner that night.
And so a figure developed. Katie would take off without observance, sometimes just for a yoke of days, sometimes for weeks. Sometimes she took the miss, sometimes she left them behind.
Through it all, Tommy tried to sustain a strong front man, telling the girls that mommy was going on vacation. Meanwhile, Katie was off doing God-knows-who, and blowing through their cant account.

Whenever she took the girls, Tommy would wind up asking me to connect him for dinner. I was untrusting, but by this stage, Katie's indiscretions were a bit of an open secret around town. It turned out that she made a habit of hooking up with the latest tasty treat that came across her path, and Tommy had never suspected anything.
Katie was jerking him around at this point, telling him that she loved him and wanted to wee their wedding employment, and then disappearing again.
When she left the girl behind, I would spend a penny myself just. I didn't want them telling Katie that I was around.
When she did accept the girls, Tommy and I would hang up out and talk.
He joked that I was his unpaid therapist, 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 nighttime, 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 cervix as our tongues 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 skin inflamed my passions. I wanted him.
I wanted to feel his hands on my bare cutis, to find his backtalk touch me, to feel him inside of me.
I needed him.
I needed to feel like a woman.
I needed him to lay down me feel the way I wanted to feel.
We paused for air, and looked deep into each others eyes.
I saw a gleam of uncertainness in his.
"Jess, maybe we shouldn't. I'm still married, Katie is talking about working affair out…"
I leaned my head against his.
"So tell me Tommy, what exactly do you recall 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 buss all over his face.
"And what do you cerebrate she'll say to you the future time she sees you ?"
He looked at the ceiling.
"She'll probably say me that she loves me and wants to mould 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 marriage 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 thick blue angel 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 hands before guiding them to my rock hard nipples.
However, as soon as he touched me, he pulled his manpower 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 base, I stripped naked and walked to my bedroom. I stood in front of my antique full length mirror and examined myself.
Was there something incorrect with me ?
Was there some flaw that Tommy had seen ?
I piled my blonde tresses on top of my header.
Some illumination lentigo adorned my clit nose.
I had a rosy complexion that was burnished by my constant outdoors work.
Tending to the horses had given me a firm and toned body.
I examined my arms. Not overly muscular, you could trace the definition in them. No Meleagris gallopavo necks hanging beneath them.
My bosom were turn and full moon, natural 34 Cs with just the sodding sum of money of hang.
I rubbed my work force in lazy circles on them.
My fingerbreadth twisted my pert nipples like radio dials.
With one helping hand still fondling my chest, I traced the fingernails of my free hand down my tight breadbasket. You could clearly see the definition of my abdomen.
I made my way further Confederate States of America, 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 hip joint, while turning slightly to analyse my ass.
It sat highschool and proud, with no tracing of cellulite there, or on my thighs.
Two decades of horseback horseback riding had sculpted my ass and thighs.
My fingerbreadth located my clitoris and lightly stroked it, sending a little jolt through my groin.
I started working a I 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 session with Tommy had me dripping.
I lay back on my bed and began to work my finger's breadth in and out of my increasingly wet pussy.
I could sense 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, opened up."

I threw on a gown 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 heart bulged as he took in my naked form.
I pulled him to me and kissed him.
He responded forcefully, plunging his spit deep into my sass while he yanked off his belt and struggled with his pants.
I reached out to help him, but he grabbed my hands and pinned them above my headland in one of his hands as he pushed me back against the wall.
With his spare bridge player, he traced my titty, 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 action surprised me, but I was swept away by my arousal.
He spun me around, and celebrate my hands pinned to the wall above my head.
I heard the zipper of his gasp coming loose, and then gasped as he pressed his hammer against me. He pushed me legs 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 force that it knocked the intimation from my lungs.
As I steadied myself, he grabbed my wrists in his hands and held them against the bulwark above my head.
Tommy wasn't building up to anything, he started a rhythmic pounding motility into me, and I do intend 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 metre with his thrusts.
His constant pounding was driving me nutcase after I had gone so long without penetration. I began gasping and begged him to rub my clitoris to set me off.
Instead, he released my hands, and grabbed my hips, then began forcefully pulling me back onto his shaft. The slapping of our bare skin together echoed through the home. I leaned my aspect against the wall and began playing with my clit.
I could find my sexual climax swell within me, almost from my toes.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhyyyyyyeeeeeeeessssssss ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"
I felt my pussy clamp down on his stopcock, and he suddenly stopped moving as he shouted out, his physical structure 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 rooster berth from my pussy.
I turned to front 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 think happened ?"
He looked uncomfortable at that.
"I need to go. I'll Call you later."
He quickly pulled his gasp up and left, leaving me raw and bewildered in my entryway.
I slept like a log that dark, 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 press out the issue.
I knocked on his front line door and walked right in. I spun on my heel to face him.
"Alright Tommy, let's put our placard on the table. 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 thing out again."
"Oh."
I didn't know what to say adjacent, so he filled in the silence.
"She said that she was raging when she told me about the lawyer……"
His voice trailed off, and teardrop 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 striking me again."
I silently left. Not much I could say to that.

Katie came back home and stayed for a couple of workweek before disappearing for a holiday weekend.
She then came back for another month, and then left with the daughter again for an extended stay at her mothers.
After about a calendar week, Tommy texted me.
"Can we tattle ?"
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 needs had foresightful since gone, but they were just lying dormant.
And it wasn't just the sex, it was the society, the intimacy, the ability to talk to someone on more than just a occasional tier. I felt alert when I was with him.
"cum by tonight."I replied.

That nighttime I sat on my sofa while Tommy paced back and Forth River and spewed all his wrath and defeat out.
For an minute I listened to him storm against her and how unfair this entire site was, how it was damaging his lady friend, how it was driving him weirdo, 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 foresightful do you recall that she'll stay this metre ? Until she meets a new personal flight simulator ? The busboy at the bbq shack is middling cute. They've hired a new cashier at the grocery store."
His oculus flashed as a quickly glared at me.
"Don't you talk about my married woman that way !"
"Listen Tommy, you just spent the even 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 girls 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 sentence, her mom says that I don't pay decent attention to her….."
"Tommy, you're working to ensure 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 nut !"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 twelvemonth of torture ! ! She's yanked you back and forth ! ! She's toying with your emotions ! ! ! She's putting your girlfriend through all of this ! ! And she's been fucking other men ! ! ! !"
I was ferocious. Whether at Katie or Tommy, I wasn't quite sure, but I was furious. Sojourner Truth to recite, probably at both of them.

Tommy looked at me, stunned. Then I saw anger rise in his eye. He stepped forwards, grabbed my face in his hands, and pulled me to him for a passionate kiss. I eagerly responded, and wrapped my arms around his neck.
He reacted by roughly flinging them away and spinning me around, before forcing me down to my knee joint on the couch.
He grabbed the cincture of my short and yanked them to my human knee, taking my panties with them.
He reached for my pussy and began rubbing his fingers up and down my slit.
I turned my header to depend over my shoulder.
He seemed stuporous, 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 hand on the small of my cover as he jabbed at my kitty-cat with his shaft. I reached back between my branch to guide him into me, but he smacked my manus away and roughly pushed forward. I gasped as he clumsily prodded at my vulva before finally locating the entry to my pussy.
I cried out as he slammed into me and began pounding away.
Like our last clash, this wasn't gentle, this was a mad fucking. He didn't care about my joy ; he was just taking guardianship of himself.
He started grunting in metre 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 grimace was a deform mask of lust and anger.
"Cummingcummingcumming ! ! ! !"He gasped.
He pulled out of me and scoot his load onto my back.
"Tommy, flavor at me."I said.
He was still recovering, with his head hanging down and breathing deeply. The expression on his brass was at once angry and satisfied.
"Tommy."I repeated.
That seemed to shoot him out of his daze.
His eyes opened and he glanced up at me. As soon as our oculus met, his expression changed to one of plethora. He looked down and began pulling his pants 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 genu and elbow joint, his cum soaking into the back of my shirt, with my shorts and my underwear pulled down far enough to permit him entry.
fountainhead 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 week later, we were back at it. Katie had moved out, taking the girls with her.
Tommy texted me the news program, and I told him to come in 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 premature meeting, or the former growing in his crumbling marriage.
As I began clearing the table, he placed his hired man on my hip and pushed me against the table. He reached for the rear 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 heading down on the table and began to cry.
I was the other woman. The one he fucked when his wife was gone.
I felt so dirty.
He was totally forgetful to my tears, my feelings, to what he was doing to me.
He was degrading me.
And I was letting him do it.

The side by side Nox he was back. There wasn't even the pretense of dinner party this time, as soon as I opened the door, he kissed me strong and backed me up against the rampart. As he went to turn me around, I placed my mitt on his chest.
"Tommy, stop."
He looked confused.
"I'm not going to observe playing along."
"Jess, what are you talking about ?"
"I'm not going to be your lady of pleasure. I don't know what's going on with you and Katie, but I'm not some miss that you can get along over and bang 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 substructure ? 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 thought how that makes me experience ? ? ? ? ? ! !"
rip were starting to flow now.
"I'm a effective person, and I don't deserve this ! I don't want a nonchalant lay, or a fuck crony ! I want someone that I can have a relationship with ! ! I want someone that I can have it away 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 wing. I haven't been considerate of your penury, 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 blue. Can we start again ?"
I considered for a moment, then went and sat down future to him.
"I'd like that."
"Thank you. For giving me another chance."
He leaned towards me and kissed me.
Gently this sentence, like he was afraid to hurt me. His men 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 couch like a couple of teenagers for a patch before I rose and took him by the manus into my bedroom.
We stripped one another like we were kid on Christmas morning time, 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 rim never leaving mine.
He caressed my body with his finger's breadth, gently running them up and down my name, 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 lips of my pussy.
He tongued my clit, and started flicking it back and forth.
He spent various minutes down there licking me, and gave me my first orgasm of the evening.
We spent the full function of an hour beating, stroking, and teasing each other.
At one pointedness, when he was sucking my clit into his mouth, he surprised me by gently probing my ass with his pinky.
I had tried anal retentive a few clip before, and while I didn't hate it, it also wasn't my first-class honours degree choice. But his pinky, gently probing at my anus while he was stimulating my button with his lingua set me on fire.
The evening was a beautiful experience, one that I would think and re-live for a long, long sentence to come.

Until it turned into a fierce ass-rape.

Looking across my lawn, holding the flowers, 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 room access before leaving a track of prime to my bedroom…..

Tommy served Katie with divorcement papers the side by side week.
She dragged it out with mindless legal proceedings, hoping to wear out him and get every last penny she could.
It was a messy physical process, I was deposed, as were a number of Katie's flings. She was surprised that Tommy was able to find out about so many of them.
The judge was none too glad about all the deviltry, and granted reefer custody, lessening Tommy's child support.
The girls had been unwilling participants in all this play, and Katie worked to turn them against Tommy and against me.

Tommy and I had several to a greater extent rough nights in bed while the divorce dragged on, and he would wind up taking out his angriness at Katie by treating me like a bang toy.
Although I did turn over the tables on him after I was deposed.
That shit lawyer had me so worked up, as soon as we got in the car, I attacked Tommy.
I tore his shirt and trouser open, left lucre marks on his chest and boldness, and rode him like a bucking bronco in the drivers seat in the parking garage.
He stared at me with bug optic after I came and climbed off of him.
"Remind me never to make you angry…"Then we both burst out laughing.

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

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

Or maybe, just because we like it .