Sweat was dripping off of Tommy's Kuki, splashing down onto my face. His eyes were closed as he pounded away at me. My legs were splayed wide, his powerful arms braced on the bed with my articulatio genus pinned behind them. I had one hand on my puss, frigging my clit, while my other hired hand was reaching underneath me, my eye finger pushing in and out of my asshole.
"support going baby, I'm almost there."I urged him. He nodded, and increased his pace.
As he kept thrusting deep into my snatch, I could feel the warmth deep in my loins. I was burning up and dripping pussy succus. The sound of our bodies crashing together combine with the squelching sound of my pussy to fill the room.
"Ohohohoohhhhhhh……. Jessuuuuussssss yeeessssssss ! ! ! ! ! ! !"
My trunk started convulsing and I exploded all over his rooster as I saw fireworks.
Tommy pulled out of me, and spun my supine trunk over. He grabbed my pelvic arch and pulled me up to my human knee. 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 picayune bit of time."
Tommy leaned over me and whispered in my ear.
"It's ok Jess, you'll be fine."
He placed a hired 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 jiggle away.
He placed the promontory of his cock to my jam. His cock was dripping with my juices, and it popped past my sphincter. Once he had the head in, he reached forward and forced my headspring into the bed, and steadily pushed into me.
"Ohhhhhhhhh"I groaned as he forced his way into my ass. I tried to deplumate away, but it was no use. Tommy grabbed my hip with his other hired man and held me still. He was in arrant dominance 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 direct it.
Tommy plowed into me, his dick pushing past my sphincter, and deep into my colon. His hips were smacking into my ass cheeks, making a lustful slapping sound. travail was flying off both of our dead body, soaking the bed sheets underneath us.
I was still coming down from my coming, and my nerves were raw. This powerful roll in the hay was almost too very much for me. I squeezed my oculus shut, gritted my teeth, and waited for him to land up.
I knew that Tommy had a lot of tinker's damn to exploit out, and that was why I was here.
I just hoped I could outlive this experience.
Tommy kept slamming into my ass, and after a pair of minutes, he began grunting in time with his thrusts.
"Take ! That ! Dick ! ! convey ! That ! Dick ! !"
"Tommy, please."I pleaded with him.
He slowed a bit, grabbed my hip 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 ! Bitch ! ! shag ! You ! backbite ! !"
This wasn't sex anymore. This was violent and ugly, like a rape.
"Tommy, plosive ! ! ! ! Please, blockage ! ! ! ! ! !"
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 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 incline, holding me conclusion to him.
"Shhhh, it's okay Katie."
I wiped tears from my centre 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 bathroom with his cum dripping down my leg.
I flipped on the light permutation and wet down a wash cloth to cleanse 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 married woman's name ?"
He stared at the floor."All of it. I don't know what to say. I can only apologise to you again, I don't know what came over me."
I looked down at the cesspit."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 future morning and tended to my task, moving slowly after the previous nights events. As I eventually worked my way back to the straw man of the firm, I found a bouquet of blank rosebush on the front porch. A diminished card was attached with a unsubdivided 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 window, gazing across the little horse farm I lived on.
This had once been a sleepy farming residential area, but about 15 yr ago, real estate developers had come in and bought up all the landed estate, transforming our piddling farm community into an upscale suburb, replete with gated subdivisions and snobby yuppies.
I still lived in the footling frame sign that my grandfather 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 holding, we leased the mineral rights, and sat back to roll up the royalty checks.
I ran a bombastic stable on our property, and all the snobs kept their horses boarded there. It was a Labour Party of love for me, a way to keep busy.
My husband Jake had been killed several year ago by a drunk driver, so I was alone now, a widow in her early 30's.
About five years ago, Tommy and his family had moved into a house that backed up to our dimension. He had two lovely short girls, and an absolutely gorgeous wife, who was also a humankind grade snob.
She was always dressed to the IX in the latest designer fashions, carried Fendi pocketbook, and wore Manolo Blahnik place. She was constantly on the go ; Pilates, Yoga, the gym, tennis club, body politic club, haircloth salon, manicurist, and whatever big social event was coming up.
They had a nanny-goat for their little miss since Tommy was always at workplace, and she had her socializing to attend to.
The young lady often came over to sit the horses. I would strap them on, and gently lead a tame mare around in a circle. They would get to course her apples when they were done, and they thought it was just the greatest affair in the world.

One Sabbatum, I heard a knock at my room access.
I answered and discovered Tommy outside with the daughter, his sassing drawn tight.
"Jess, I'm awfully sorry to bound this on you, but could I leave the female child here for the day ? We're having a kinsperson 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 age 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 take a ride, how does that sound ?"
Tommy thanked me and left.
The girlfriend 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 trouble Katie, we had a rattling afternoon."
Amanda looked at her mother with trepidation."Are you and daddy getting a divorce ?"
Katie blanched at that."Amanda ! What kind of interrogative sentence is that ? Not in front line of alien ! ! !"
Amanda looked at me."Jess isn't a stranger."
Katie huffed."Well she's not kinsfolk. Let's go."
And they left without another word.

A brace of twenty-four hours later I was tending to some work on the edge the property and saw Tommy over the fence in his pool.
"How are you doing ?"
He looked up at me.
"Not too well. Katie took the fille and went to her mom's."
"I'm sorry."He looked so dejected ; my philia 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 house, it feels … unnatural."

He showed up that evening with a bottle of wine-colored, and I grilled two steaks with sunbaked spud and corn on the cob.
We ate and chatted about worldly concern matter, current outcome, and sports.
"This is nice."He said as we cleared away the dishes."Katie's only concern in fashion and social club causerie. I can't retrieve the terminal real conversation I had with her."
I didn't want to pry, so I simply sat quietly. He walked into the living room, and cast his centre to the Mantle where there were several motion-picture show of Jake.
"How long have you been alone now, Jess ?"
"heptad 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 ingroup of Coors Light.
"I'm a redneck girl."I told him with a smile.
"Fine by me,"he replied."It's adept to be able to just loosen up and be real."
I glanced around the cavernous animation room. Everywhere you looked you saw expensive trappings and decorations. The menage portraits seemed a little too perfect, if you know what I mean. Posed and polished, but ….. empty somehow.
Tommy pulled out bring out Chinese, and I laughed.
He smiled and said that he didn't really cook.
As we sat and ate, we got to bonk each other a small bit better.
He had been a college jock, and Katie had been a Sorority girl. He had gone into the family 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 sector from the ground up, and Tommy had spent his summer working for him, starting as an interne, and working in various low-level chore throughout the company each year, gradually learning the line. 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 chip in it to me. I'm afraid she doesn't always live in the actual world. She's worried about the way it will touch 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 colossus weight had been lifted from him.
"It feels adept to finally tell someone."
We moved on to swooning topics, and he seemed more relaxed.
We watched the Sunday night game on his big sieve, loudly cheering.
I left after the game was over, and he suggested that we get together for Monday Night football game and dinner.

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

In the do daylight, I would get random text edition from him, complaining, venting, or just asking how I was doing. Truth to tell apart, I started to experience a little 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 fare between the two of them, especially not with two trivial girls in the picture.

A couple of calendar 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 fuck 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 voicemail and threatening schoolbook for the adjacent hour.
The next day, Tommy knocked on my room access, looking apologetic.
"Katie took a looking at at my phone, and saw the schoolbook. I'm afraid she jumped to conclusions. I told her that nothing happened, but….. well you saw how that worked out."
I nodded.
"facial expression Tommy, you're a nice guy, but this situation with Katie …. It's nuts. And with your miss, 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 hebdomad at a local bbq resort. He looked wear upon and worn down. Despite my intent to not get involved, my heart went out to him and I asked how he was.
Katie had taken off again, taking the missy 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 party that night.
And so a traffic pattern developed. Katie would take off without notice, sometimes just for a couple of days, sometimes for calendar week. Sometimes she took the girl, sometimes she left them behind.
Through it all, Tommy tried to maintain a strong front, telling the miss that mammy was going on holiday. Meanwhile, Katie was off doing God-knows-who, and blowing through their banking concern account.

Whenever she took the girls, Tommy would wind up asking me to join him for dinner party. I was suspicious, but by this point, Katie's indiscretions were a bit of an unfastened closed book around town. It turned out that she made a substance abuse 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 make their wedlock work, and then disappearing again.
When she left the female child behind, I would name myself scarce. I didn't want them telling Katie that I was around.
When she did withdraw the fille, Tommy and I would advert 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 dark, 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 point in time, Tommy leaned in and kissed me. I was shocked at beginning, but then felt myself responding to him.
I rolled on top of him, my subdivision wrapping around his neck as our knife danced in one another's mouths.
I could experience his desire, his need for me, and it mirrored my own.
The want to be touched, to be wanted, to be loved.
I hadn't felt this way in so long, and feeling his touch on my tegument inflamed my passions. I wanted him.
I wanted to feel his men on my bare pelt, to feel his backtalk touch on me, to feel him inside of me.
I needed him.
I needed to palpate like a woman.
I needed him to make me find the way I wanted to feel.
We paused for air, and looked deep into each others eyes.
I saw a glimmering of uncertainty in his.
"Jess, maybe we shouldn't. I'm still married, Katie is talking about working things out…"
I leaned my head against his.
"So enjoin me Tommy, what exactly do you think your wife is doing right now ?"
He hesitated.
"Well ….. she's probably spending my money and having sex with some random guy."
I began planting little kisses all over his face.
"And what do you think she'll say to you the next meter she sees you ?"
He looked at the ceiling.
"She'll probably say me that she loves me and wants to exercise 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 need off again with no explanation !"
"Tommy, your wedlock 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 amobarbital sodium eyes.
"I don't know if I can."
"Let me help you."
I sat back and pulled my shirt off over my fountainhead, and undid my bra.
Tommy was mesmerized by my breasts. I reached down and took his paw before guiding them to my rock intemperate nipples.
However, as soon as he touched me, he pulled his hands away as though they had been scalded.
"I can't …. I can't. I'm sorry."
He sat up, and I rolled off of him as he stood and walked away from the couch.
"I think you should go."
I couldn't believe this.
I pulled my shirt back on and left without a word.

As soon as I got household, I stripped bare and walked to my bedroom. I stood in front of my antique broad length mirror and examined myself.
Was there something wrong with me ?
Was there some flaw that Tommy had seen ?
I piled my blonde braid on top of my head.
Some light-headed freckles adorned my clit nose.
I had a rosy complexion that was burnished by my perpetual outdoors work.
Tending to the horses had given me a business firm and toned body.
I examined my arms. Not overly muscular, you could decipher the definition in them. No joker necks hanging beneath them.
My breasts were round of golf and entire, natural 34 Cs with just the perfect amount of hang.
I rubbed my manpower in lazy set on them.
My fingers twisted my pert pap like radio dials.
With one hand still fondling my breast, I traced the fingernails of my free hand down my taut stomach. You could clearly see the definition of my abdomen.
I made my way further south, down along my bare pubis. No FUPA here, I was as apartment as I had been as a teenager.
I traced the outer curve ball of my hip, while turning slightly to examine my ass.
It sat gamy and majestic, with no suggestion of cellulite there, or on my thighs.
Two decennary of hogback horseback riding had sculpted my ass and thighs.
My finger located my clit and lightly stroked it, sending a little jolt through my groin.
I started working a single finger's breadth 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 school term with Tommy had me dripping.
I lay back on my bed and began to act upon my finger in and out of my increasingly wet pussy.
I could experience 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, open 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 infernal region that he had interrupted me.
"I told you it was over Tommy, maybe now you see it."
He looked up with angriness in his eyes.
"How could she do this to me ? Just string me along and hit me with this ?"
Without intellection, I reached out and pulled him into the house while dropping my robe.
His eyes bulged as he took in my au naturel form.
I pulled him to me and kissed him.
He responded forcefully, plunging his tongue deep into my sass while he yanked off his smash and struggled with his pants.
I reached out to facilitate him, but he grabbed my manpower and pinned them above my head in one of his hands as he pushed me back against the wall.
With his free people hand, he traced my breasts, before dipping down to my pussy.
Discovering how wet it was, he looked hungrily into my eye, then savagely kissed me again.
The force of his actions surprised me, but I was swept away by my arousal.
He spun me around, and keep my hands pinned to the wall above my head.
I heard the zipper of his pants coming loose, and then gasped as he pressed his turncock against me. He pushed me legs apart with his articulatio genus, 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 breather from my lungs.
As I steadied myself, he grabbed my carpus in his handwriting and held them against the paries above my head.
Tommy wasn't building up to anything, he started a rhythmic throbbing motion into me, and I do stand for pounding. It was like he trying to rap 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 half-baked after I had gone so long without incursion. I began gasping and begged him to rub my clit to set me off.
Instead, he released my hands, and grabbed my articulatio coxae, then began forcefully pulling me back onto his ray. The slapping of our bare skin together echoed through the house. I leaned my nerve against the wall and began playing with my clit.
I could sense my orgasm swell within me, almost from my toes.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhyyyyyyeeeeeeeessssssss ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"
I felt my twat 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 burst forth 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 shaft slip from my pussy.
I turned to face him, and smiled.
He looked down, then away, as if he was ashamed to meet my gaze.
"Ummmmm. I don't know what to say. I'm not really sure what just happened."
I was a bit mystified.
"We just made love, what do you think 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 naked and bewildered in my entryway.
I slept like a log that night, completely satisfied.

The following day, I texted him for dinner party, but he begged off. Over the next few solar day, he seemed to be avoiding me. So that weekend, I decided to press the issue.
I knocked on his straw man room access and walked right in. I spun on my heel to face him.
"Alright Tommy, let's put our batting order 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 affair 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 tears came to his eyes.
"I cheated on my married woman ….. I committed adultery."
He shook his heading.
"I can't see you. What we did …. You need to entrust. Please don't tangency me again."
I silently left. Not practically I could say to that.

Katie came back home and stayed for a couple of workweek before disappearing for a vacation weekend.
She then came back for another month, and then left with the young woman again for an unfold stay at her mothers.
After about a week, Tommy texted me.
"Can we talk ?"
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 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 power to utter to someone on more than just a casual stratum. I felt alive when I was with him.
"Come by tonight."I replied.

That night I sat on my couch while Tommy paced back and Forth River and spewed all his anger and frustrations out.
For an hour I listened to him ramp against her and how unfair this entire situation was, how it was damaging his girls, how it was driving him crazy, and how it was starting to affect his business.
Finally, his speech sound buzzed.
He looked down at it.
"Katie says she'll be back tomorrow…."


I rolled my eyes.
"And how long do you think that she'll remain this time ? Until she meets a new personal trainer ? The busboy at the bbq shack is passably cute. They've hired a new cashier at the foodstuff store."
His eyes 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 girl 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 enough attention to her….."
"Tommy, you're working to ensure 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 influence even more !"
"It's …."
"It's nuts !"I shouted at him.
"What I don't get Tommy, is why after all that she's put you through, why you still continue letting her do it to you some more ! ! When are you going to arouse up ? ! ? ! ? ! ?"
At this gunpoint I stood up and started pushing him backwards.
"She's put you through a year of anguish ! ! 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 angry. Whether at Katie or Tommy, I wasn't quite sure as shooting, but I was wild. true statement to tell, probably at both of them.

Tommy looked at me, stunned. Then I saw anger wage hike in his eyes. He stepped forwards, grabbed my case 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 knees on the couch.
He grabbed the waistband of my trunks and yanked them to my genu, taking my panties with them.
He reached for my pussy and began rubbing his fingers up and down my slit.
I turned my head to attend over my shoulder.
He seemed dazed, moving in a lustful fog.
For some reason, he frightened me a bit. This altogether scenario did.
"Tommy……."
He looked up at me, almost as if he didn't discern me.
He reached forwards and turned my chief away from him.
I felt him place his deal on the lowly of my spine as he jabbed at my twat with his cock. I reached back between my legs to point 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 finale encounter, this wasn't gentle, this was a excited shtup. He didn't upkeep about my joy ; he was just taking care of himself.
He started grunting in prison term with his drive 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 deform mask of lust and anger.
"Cummingcummingcumming ! ! ! !"He gasped.
He pulled out of me and pip his load onto my back.
"Tommy, look at me."I said.
He was still recovering, with his head hanging down and breathing deeply. The expression on his face was at once tempestuous and satisfied.
"Tommy."I repeated.
That seemed to snap him out of his daze.
His eyes opened and he glanced up at me. As soon as our eyes met, his expression changed to one of embarrassment. He looked down and began pulling his gasp up.
"Jess, I have to go. I'll phone call you later."
And with that, he was gone.
I was down on my couch on my knees and elbow joint, his cum soaking into the back of my shirt, with my drawers and my underwear pulled down far enough to allow him entry.
Well this is awkward, I thought to myself as I got up.
What was wrongfulness with him ? He fucks me and leaves ? What was that ?

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

I put my head down on the 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 unmindful 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 night he was back. There wasn't even the pretense of dinner party this time, as soon as I opened the doorway, he kissed me backbreaking and backed me up against the paries. As he went to turn me around, I placed my hand on his chest.
"Tommy, stop."
He looked confused.
"I'm not going to continue 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 girl that you can come over and fuck 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 belief ? Whether or not I like what we're doing ? Have you rubbed my back ? My feet ? Ever hugged me ? Ever gone down on me ? You fuck me till you cum, and then you're out the room access ! ! Do you have any theme how that makes me finger ? ? ? ? ? ! !"
Tears were starting to fall now.
"I'm a good person, and I don't deserve this ! I don't want a everyday lay, or a fuck buddy ! I want soul that I can have a kinship with ! ! I want individual that I can have it off 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 headspring and nodded.
When he looked back up, he had bust I his eyes.
"Jess, I don't know what to say. I'm sorry. And you're mightily. I haven't been considerate of your pauperism, I've just been thinking of my own."
He walked to the lounge 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 head."Yeah, I guess so."
He looked up at me, his eyes moist.
"I'm really dismal. Can we go again ?"
I considered for a moment, then went and sat down adjacent to him.
"I'd like that."
"Thank you. For giving me another chance."
He leaned towards me and kissed me.
Gently this metre, 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 couch like a couple of teenagers for a while before I rose and took him by the mitt into my bedroom.
We stripped one another like we were nestling on Christmas morning, excited to see what lay beneath the wrapping.
Tommy picked me up in his subdivision and position me down on the bed as gently as if I were an egg, his backtalk never leaving mine.
He caressed my consistence with his finger, gently running them up and down my physical body, leaving me shivering as I felt minuscule 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 pegleg and parted the brim of my pussy.
He tongued my button, and started flicking it back and Forth River.
He spent several minutes down there licking me, and gave me my inaugural climax of the evening.
We spent the better part of an hour licking, stroking, and teasing each other.
At one point, when he was sucking my button into his mouth, he surprised me by gently probing my ass with his pinky.
I had tried anal a few clip before, and while I didn't hate it, it also wasn't my first pick. But his pinky, gently probing at my anus while he was stimulating my clit with his tongue set me on fire.
The evening was a beautiful experience, one that I would remember and re-live for a recollective, foresightful time to come.

Until it turned into a violent ass-rape.

Looking across my lawn, holding the flower, I saw Tommy hail out from behind a tree and sheepishly waving 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 divorcement written document the succeeding week.
She dragged it out with mindless legal proceedings, hoping to break him and get every last cent she could.
It was a messy cognitive process, I was deposed, as were a number of Katie's flings. She was storm that Tommy was capable to find out about so many of them.
The evaluator was none too happy about all the shenanigans, and granted roast custody, lessening Tommy's kid support.
The girls had been unwilling participant in all this dramatic event, and Katie worked to work them against Tommy and against me.

Tommy and I had various more unsmooth Nox in bed while the divorce dragged on, and he would wind up taking out his anger at Katie by treating me like a fuck toy.
Although I did grow the tables 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 gasp afford, left slit marks on his chest and human face, 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 make you angry…"Then we both burst out laughing.

The little girl eventually adjusted to the situation. Tommy and I married after the divorcement was finalized, and while their mother was still a perpetual thorn in my side, they came to accept me and even love me as their step-mother.

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

Or maybe, just because we like it .