fret was dripping off of Tommy's chin, splashing down onto my case. His eyes were closed as he pounded away at me. My stage were splayed all-embracing, his muscular munition braced on the bed with my stifle pinned behind them. I had one hired hand on my pussy, frigging my button, while my early mitt was reaching underneath me, my eye finger pushing in and out of my asshole.
"bread and butter going baby, I'm almost there."I urged him. He nodded, and increased his pace.
As he kept thrusting deep into my pussy, I could feel the heat trench in my loins. I was burning up and dripping pussy succus. The sound of our body crashing together mixed with the squelching sound of my twat 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 pelvic girdle and pulled me up to my knees. I collapsed back down onto the bed and groaned.
"Tommy no, I can't, I need a break."I weakly protested.
Tommy ignored me and grabbed a pillow. He yanked me back up and shoved the pillow under my hips before dropping me back down.
"Pleeeeeaaaaasssseeee, just a small bit of time."
Tommy leaned over me and whispered in my ear.
"It's ok Jess, you'll be fine."
He placed a script on one of my ass face and pushed it to the position, exposing my asshole.
"Noooooo, Tommy. Not yet, please."I weakly tried to wiggle away.
He placed the head of his cock to my hole. His pecker was dripping with my juices, and it popped by my sphincter. Once he had the head in, he reached forward and forced my promontory 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 mitt and held me still. He was in all over control 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 train it.
Tommy plowed into me, his dick pushing past my anatomical sphincter, and deep into my El Salvadoran colon. His hips were smacking into my ass cheeks, making a lewd slapping sound. exertion 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 fuck was almost too lots for me. I squeezed my eyes shut, gritted my tooth, and waited for him to cease.
I knew that Tommy had a lot of shit to exercise out, and that was why I was here.
I just hoped I could make it this experience.
Tommy kept slamming into my ass, and after a couple of hour, he began grunting in time with his thrusts.
"proceeds ! That ! Dick ! ! pick out ! That ! putz ! !"
"Tommy, please."I pleaded with him.
He slowed a bit, grabbed my hips in his hired hand, and started slamming into me even harder. His hefty subdivision pulled me back onto his cock, impaling me on it.
"Fuck ! You ! crab ! ! Fuck ! You ! Bitch ! !"
This wasn't sex anymore. This was violent and ugly, like a rape.
"Tommy, stop ! ! ! ! Please, stop ! ! ! ! ! !"
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 bellowing and coated my colon with his jizz before collapsing on my back, pinning me to the bed beneath his exercising weight. He rolled over on his position, holding me close down to him.
"Shhhh, it's alright Katie."
I wiped tear from my eyes and snarled at him over my shoulder.
"I'm not Katie, you asshole."
I angrily shrugged his arms off of me, and pulled myself off his dick as gently as I could.
I limped towards the lav with his cum dripping down my leg.
I flipped on the get off switch and wet down a wash cloth to clean house myself. As I wiped his cum from my leg, I discovered that I was bleeding as well.

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

I awoke early the next morning and tended to my chores, moving slowly after the former dark events. As I eventually worked my way back to the straw man of the house, I found a sweetness of blanched roses on the front porch. A belittled card was attached with a childlike 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 windowpane, gazing across the little horse farm I lived on.
This had once been a sleepy farming community, but about 15 days ago, real estate developers had come in and bought up all the Edwin Herbert Land, transforming our footling farm community of interests into an upscale suburb, replete with gated arm and snobby yuppies.
I still lived in the little inning house that my granddad had built, I just couldn't bear to part with it, so I held on despite lucrative offering from the developers.
When it was discovered that we had oil on our holding, we leased the mineral rightfield, and sat back to collect the royalty checks.
I ran a magnanimous horse barn on our belongings, and all the snobs kept their sawhorse boarded there. It was a labor of love for me, a way to keep back busy.
My husband Jake had been killed various years ago by a inebriate driver, so I was alone now, a widow woman in her early 30's.
About five class ago, Tommy and his family had moved into a sign that backed up to our property. He had two adorable short girls, and an absolutely gorgeous wife, who was also a world social class snob.
She was always dressed to the 9 in the tardy graphic designer fashions, carried Fendi purses, and wore Manolo Blahnik brake shoe. She was constantly on the go ; Pilate, Yoga, the gym, lawn tennis golf club, country society, whisker beauty shop, manicurist, and whatever big social issue was coming up.
They had a she-goat for their little girlfriend since Tommy was always at body of work, and she had her socializing to attend to.
The girls often came over to ride the horses. I would lather them on, and gently lead a domesticize maria around in a circle. They would get to feed her apples when they were done, and they thought it was just the bang-up thing in the world.

One Saturday, I heard a knock at my door.
I answered and discovered Tommy outside with the young woman, his lips drawn tight.
"Jess, I'm awfully sorry to spring this on you, but could I leave the young lady 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 pappa are fighting."She whispered.
"Shhhhhh !"morning, two years older, gave her babe a bowelless 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 vocalise ?"
Tommy thanked me and left.
The miss 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 rarified afternoon."
Amanda looked at her mother with trepidation."Are you and daddy getting a divorcement ?"
Katie blanched at that."Amanda ! What kind of question is that ? Not in front of alien ! ! !"
Amanda looked at me."Jess isn't a stranger."
Katie huffed."Well she's not kinsperson. Let's go."
And they left without another word.

A couple of daylight later I was tending to some employment on the boundary the attribute and saw Tommy over the fencing 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 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 potatoes and corn on the cob.
We ate and chatted about world affairs, current events, and sports.
"This is nice."He said as we cleared away the cup of tea."Katie's only interested in way and high society chit-chat. I can't recall 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 room, and cast his eyes to the mantle where there were several pictorial matter 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 side by side day, he texted me."dinner tonight at my place ? I owe you."
That nighttime, I arrived with a 6 mob 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 unlax and be real."
I glanced around the cavernous living way. Everywhere you looked you saw expensive trappings and ribbon. The family portraits seemed a picayune too pure, if you know what I mean. Posed and polished, but ….. empty somehow.
Tommy pulled out take out Chinese, and I laughed.
He smiled and said that he didn't really cook.
As we sat and ate, we got to make out each other a fiddling bit better.
He had been a college athlete, and Katie had been a Sorority girl. He had gone into the phratry business, and done pretty well, as evidenced by the house we were sitting in.
But despite the money, he was a pretty ground guy who reminded me a lot of Jake. His dad had built the job from the earth up, and Tommy had spent his summer working for him, starting as an intern, and working in several low-level jobs throughout the company each class, gradually learning the business. He had worked hard, and was on the verge of buying his dad out, something that Katie couldn't fathom.
"She doesn't understand why he won't just return it to me. I'm afraid she doesn't always live in the real universe. She's worried about the way it will bear on our lifestyle when we don't have so much liquidity."
"Is that why she's gone ?"It wasn't too surprising. Financial problems are the number one offspring for married couples that split up.
"No, I caught her fucking her Pilates teacher !"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, a good deal to my surprise. It was a like a giant weight had been lifted from him.
"It feels good to finally tell apart someone."
We moved on to lighter theme, and he seemed more relaxed.
We watched the Sun Nox secret plan on his big screen, loudly cheering.
I left after the game was over, and he suggested that we get together for Mon Nox football game 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 disappoint to miss out on dinner and the game.

In the coming mean solar day, I would get random school text from him, complaining, venting, or just asking how I was doing. Truth to state, I started to feel 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 come between the two of them, especially not with two slight girls in the picture.

A match of weeks later, I got a call from him. As I answered, I heard Katie screaming on the former end of the line.
"You fucking bitch ! ! ! ! You goddam whore ! ! ! ! ! You stay the ass away from my married man, or I'll hook your fucking eyes out ! ! ! ! !"
I quickly hung up on her, but my sound kept blowing up with voicemails and threatening texts for the future hour.
The next day, Tommy knocked on my room access, looking apologetic.
"Katie took a facial expression at my phone, and saw the texts. I'm afraid she jumped to conclusions. I told her that nothing happened, but….. well you saw how that worked out."
I nodded.
"look Tommy, you're a nice guy, but this situation with Katie …. It's addict. And with your girls, I just think it's best if we don't have any communication."
He nodded, but was clearly hurt by this.
"I know. Once again, I'm sorry."
And he left.

I bumped into him later that workweek at a local bbq hangout. He looked tire 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 girls with her. He had no idea where she was, or when she was coming back.
Against my better judgment, I invited him over for dinner party that night.
And so a pattern developed. Katie would take off without bill, sometimes just for a couple of days, sometimes for weeks. Sometimes she took the girls, sometimes she left them behind.
Through it all, Tommy tried to observe a warm front, telling the young lady that mommy was going on holiday. Meanwhile, Katie was off doing God-knows-who, and blowing through their coin bank account.

Whenever she took the young woman, Tommy would twine up asking me to link up him for dinner. I was wary, but by this point, Katie's injudiciousness were a bit of an open up 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 compass point, telling him that she loved him and wanted to make their marriage oeuvre, and then disappearing again.
When she left the little girl behind, I would ready myself scarce. I didn't want them telling Katie that I was around.
When she did take away the girls, Tommy and I would hang 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 night, after almost a year of Katie's disappearing and reappearing act, we got together.
I'm not exactly sure how it happened, maybe it was the beer, but at one pointedness, 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 sleeve wrapping around his neck as our spit danced in one another's mouths.
I could feel his desire, his demand for me, and it mirrored my own.
The need to be touched, to be wanted, to be loved.
I hadn't felt this way in so recollective, and feeling his spot on my skin inflamed my passions. I wanted him.
I wanted to feel his hands on my bare skin, to feel his sassing touch me, to sense him inside of me.
I needed him.
I needed to feel like a woman.
I needed him to relieve oneself me finger the way I wanted to feel.
We paused for air, and looked deep into each others eyes.
I saw a glimmer of uncertainty in his.
"Jess, maybe we shouldn't. I'm still married, Katie is talking about working things out…"
I leaned my brain against his.
"So order 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 clock time she sees you ?"
He looked at the ceiling.
"She'll probably tell me that she loves me and wants to act 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 strike off again with no explanation !"
"Tommy, your married couple 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 infliction in his deep blue eyes.
"I don't know if I can."
"Let me help you."
I sat back and pulled my shirt off over my head, and undid my bra.
Tommy was mesmerized by my bosom. I reached down and took his workforce before guiding them to my Rock difficult nipples.
However, as soon as he touched me, he pulled his hands away as though they had been scalded.
"I can't …. I can't. I'm sorry."
He sat up, and I rolled off of him as he stood and walked away from the couch.
"I think you should go."
I couldn't believe this.
I pulled my shirt back on and left without a word.

As soon as I got home, I stripped naked and walked to my bedroom. I stood in front of my antique full length mirror and examined myself.
Was there something improper with me ?
Was there some flaw that Tommy had seen ?
I piled my blonde tresses on top of my question.
Some light freckles adorned my clitoris nose.
I had a rosy complexion that was burnished by my unvarying open work.
Tending to the horse cavalry had given me a business firm and toned body.
I examined my weapon. Not overly muscular, you could follow the definition in them. No turkey necks hanging beneath them.
My tit were stave and wide, natural 34 Cs with just the perfect amount of hang.
I rubbed my men in lazy R-2 on them.
My fingers twisted my pert nipples like wireless dials.
With one helping hand still fondling my titty, I traced the fingernails of my unfreeze hand down my taut stomach. You could clearly see the definition of my abdomen.
I made my way further Dixieland, down along my bare os pubis. No FUPA here, I was as flat as I had been as a teenager.
I traced the outer curvature of my rosehip, while turning slightly to probe my ass.
It sat gamey and proud, with no tracing of cellulite there, or on my thighs.
Two decades of horseback riding had sculpted my ass and thighs.
My finger located my clit and lightly stroked it, sending a picayune jerking through my groin.
I started working a one finger in and out of my tight pussy.
I hadn't been with a man in a spell, and I could tell.
The brief make out session with Tommy had me dripping.
I lay back on my bed and began to operate my digit in and out of my increasingly wet pussy.
I could feel my temperature rising when I heard a smash at my front door.
Are you fucking kidding me ? ! ? ! ?
I tried to snub it when I heard Tommy's voice.
"Jess, undetermined 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 spit deep into my mouth while he yanked off his belt and struggled with his pants.
I reached out to assist him, but he grabbed my bridge player and pinned them above my header in one of his manus as he pushed me back against the wall.
With his loose hand, he traced my breasts, before dipping down to my pussy.
Discovering how wet it was, he looked hungrily into my center, then savagely kissed me again.
The force of his natural action surprised me, but I was swept away by my arousal.
He spun me around, and kept my custody pinned to the wall above my head.
I heard the zip of his trouser coming loose, and then gasped as he pressed his prick against me. He pushed me legs apart with his stifle, 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 breath from my lungs.
As I steadied myself, he grabbed my articulatio radiocarpea in his custody and held them against the rampart above my head.
Tommy wasn't building up to anything, he started a rhythmic pounding apparent motion into me, and I do mean pound. It was like he trying to criticise my cervix uteri out.
I was panting and moaning, and I could listen Tommy behind me, grunting in clock time with his thrusts.
His constant pounding was driving me wild after I had gone so long without incursion. I began gasping and begged him to rub my button to set me off.
Instead, he released my hands, and grabbed my rosehip, then began forcefully pulling me back onto his shaft of light. The slapping of our bare skin together echoed through the theatre. I leaned my face 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 cunt clamp down on his rooster, and he suddenly stopped moving as he shouted out, his soundbox jerked once or twice, and then I felt him blow up 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 stopcock slip from my pussy.
I turned to face him, and smiled.
He looked down, then away, as if he was ashamed to gather my gaze.
"Ummmmm. I don't know what to say. I'm not really sure as shooting 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 birdcall you later."
He quickly pulled his pants up and left, leaving me nude and bewildered in my entryway.
I slept like a log that night, completely satisfied.

The succeeding day, I texted him for dinner party, but he begged off. Over the future few days, he seemed to be avoiding me. So that weekend, I decided to press the issue.
I knocked on his front end door and walked right in. I spun on my heel to present him.
"Alright Tommy, let's put our cards 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 take on my gaze.
"Katie's talking about working matter out again."
"Oh."
I didn't know what to say next, so he filled in the silence.
"She said that she was wild when she told me about the lawyer……"
His voice trailed off, and split came to his eyes.
"I cheated on my married woman ….. I committed adultery."
He shook his fountainhead.
"I can't see you. What we did …. You need to leave behind. Please don't tangency me again."
I silently left. Not much I could say to that.

Katie came back home and stayed for a couple of weeks before disappearing for a holiday weekend.
She then came back for another month, and then left with the young woman again for an extended halt at her mothers.
After about a week, Tommy texted me.
"Can we verbalize ?"
I knew I shouldn't, but watching his soap opera house from afar had really gotten to me, and I missed him.
After being alone for so many long time, I thought that certain needs had foresightful since gone, but they were just lying dormant.
And it wasn't just the sex, it was the fellowship, the liaison, the ability to talk to somebody on more than than just a casual level. I felt alive when I was with him.
"Come by tonight."I replied.

That night I sat on my lounge while Tommy paced back and forth and spewed all his ira and thwarting out.
For an hour I listened to him storm against her and how unfair this entire situation was, how it was damaging his girls, how it was driving him dotty, 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 longsighted do you think that she'll stay this metre ? Until she meets a new personal trainer ? The waiter's assistant at the bbq hut is pretty cute. They've hired a new cashier at the grocery store store."
His middle flashed as a quickly glared at me.
"Don't you talk about my wife that way !"
"Listen Tommy, you just spent the eventide complaining about her running around on you, and now you're defending her ? Are you even listening to yourself ? Ask yourself what do you consider she was doing while she was gone ?"
"She had the young woman 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 plenty attention to her….."
"Tommy, you're working to secure your family line 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 egg !"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 wake up ? ! ? ! ? ! ?"
At this pointedness I stood up and started pushing him backwards.
"She's put you through a year of torture ! ! 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 raging. Whether at Katie or Tommy, I wasn't quite for certain, but I was furious. trueness to tell, probably at both of them.

Tommy looked at me, stunned. Then I saw anger emanation in his eyes. 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 waistband of my short and yanked them to my stifle, taking my panties with them.
He reached for my pussycat and began rubbing his finger's breadth up and down my slit.
I turned my headspring to look over my shoulder.
He seemed daze, moving in a lascivious fog.
For some ground, he frightened me a bit. This wholly 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 minuscule of my dorsum as he jabbed at my snatch with his hammer. I reached back between my pegleg to guide him into me, but he smacked my hand away and roughly pushed forward. I gasped as he clumsily prodded at my vulva before finally locating the entrance to my pussycat.
I cried out as he slammed into me and began pounding away.
Like our last clash, this wasn't gentle, this was a frantic fucking. He didn't charge about my pleasure ; he was just taking concern of himself.
He started grunting in time with his drive again.
"Yeah ! Yeah ! ! Yeah ! ! Unn ! ! ! Unnn ! ! ! Unnn ! ! ! !"
I turned my head again and peered at him. His middle were closed, and his side was a writhed masque of lustfulness and anger.
"Cummingcummingcumming ! ! ! !"He gasped.
He pulled out of me and shot his shipment onto my back.
"Tommy, look at me."I said.
He was still recovering, with his top dog hanging down and breathing deeply. The aspect on his fount was at once tempestuous and satisfied.
"Tommy."I repeated.
That seemed to snatch him out of his daze.
His eyes opened and he glanced up at me. As soon as our eyes met, his formulation changed to one of overplus. 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 knees and articulatio cubiti, his cum soaking into the back of my shirt, with my shorts and my underwear pulled down far enough to provide him entry.
Well this is awkward, I thought to myself as I got up.
What was incorrectly 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 tidings, and I told him to amount over for dinner.
He sat and stewed as we ate, I could differentiate that he had a lot going through his mind. Conversation was kept to a minimum, with no mention of our late encounter, or the modish development in his crumbling marriage.
As I began clearing the table, he placed his hand on my hip and pushed me against the tabular array. He reached for the cover of my neck and pushed me face down on top of it. Once again, my knickers were yanked down, his peter 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 clip as he left.

I put my head down on the table and began to cry.
I was the other fair sex. The one he fucked when his wife was gone.
I felt so dirty.
He was totally unmindful to my tear, my tactile sensation, to what he was doing to me.
He was degrading me.
And I was letting him do it.

The next night he was back. There wasn't even the guise of dinner party this time, as soon as I opened the door, he kissed me unvoiced and backed me up against the bulwark. As he went to change by reversal me around, I placed my workforce on his chest.
"Tommy, stop."
He looked confused.
"I'm not going to keep playing along."
"Jess, what are you talking about ?"
"I'm not going to be your bawd. I don't know what's going on with you and Katie, but I'm not some girl that you can fall over and fuck when you're raging 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 door ! ! Do you have any idea how that makes me feel ? ? ? ? ? ! !"
bout were starting to course now.
"I'm a beneficial person, and I don't deserve this ! I don't want a casual lay, or a fuck pal ! I want someone that I can give birth a relationship with ! ! I want individual that I can hump 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 weeping 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 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 wild at Katie, and you grudge-fuck me."
He hung his head."Yeah, I guess so."
He looked up at me, his oculus moist.
"I'm really sorry. Can we start again ?"
I considered for a moment, then went and sat down side by side 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 wound me. His work force began working up the nape of my neck, gently stroking it as he massaged my scalp and played with my hair.
We made out on the couch like a duo of teen for a while before I rose and took him by the bridge player into my bedroom.
We stripped one another like we were Thomas Kid on Christmas morning, excited to see what lay beneath the wrapping.
Tommy picked me up in his subdivision and laid me down on the bed as gently as if I were an egg, his sassing never leaving mine.
He caressed my trunk with his fingerbreadth, gently running them up and down my physique, 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 sass of my pussy.
He tongued my clit, and started flicking it back and Forth River.
He spent several min down there licking me, and gave me my first off sexual climax of the evening.
We spent the skilful part of an minute whacking, stroking, and teasing each other.
At one percentage point, when he was sucking my clit into his mouth, he surprised me by gently probing my ass with his pinky.
I had tried anal a few fourth dimension before, and while I didn't hate it, it also wasn't my offset pick. But his pinky, gently probing at my anus while he was stimulating my clit with his knife set me on fire.
The evening was a beautiful experience, one that I would remember and re-live for a retentive, long time to come.

Until it turned into a violent ass-rape.

Looking across my lawn, holding the blossom, I saw Tommy come out from behind a tree and sheepishly wave at me. He had been watching and waiting, like a kid.
I smiled at him and opened the room access before leaving a track of flowers to my bedroom…..

Tommy served Katie with divorcement theme the next week.
She dragged it out with mindless legal proceedings, hoping to break him and get every last cent she could.
It was a mussy process, I was deposed, as were a number of Katie's pass. She was surprised that Tommy was able to find out about so many of them.
The judge was none too glad about all the rascality, and granted joint detainment, lessening Tommy's nestling support.
The girlfriend had been unwilling participant in all this drama, and Katie worked to wrick them against Tommy and against me.

Tommy and I had several more raspy nights in bed while the divorce dragged on, and he would weave up taking out his anger at Katie by treating me like a make love toy.
Although I did turn the mesa on him after I was deposed.
That damn attorney had me so worked up, as soon as we got in the car, I attacked Tommy.
I tore his shirt and pants outdoors, left scratch marks on his bureau and aspect, and rode him like a bucking bronc in the driver seat in the parking garage.
He stared at me with bug eyes after I came and climbed off of him.
"Remind me never to urinate you angry…"Then we both burst out laughing.

The lady friend eventually adjusted to the situation. Tommy and I married after the divorce was finalized, and while their mother was still a constant pricker in my side, they came to accept me and even sleep together me as their step-mother.

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

Or maybe, just because we like it .