Sweat was dripping off of Tommy's chin, splashing down onto my cheek. His eyes were closed as he pounded away at me. My legs were splayed across-the-board, his brawny branch braced on the bed with my articulatio genus pinned behind them. I had one hand on my pussy, frigging my clit, while my other mitt was reaching underneath me, my in-between finger pushing in and out of my asshole.
"hold 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 rut deep in my loins. I was burning up and dripping cunt juice. The phone of our bodies crashing together miscellaneous with the squelching sound of my kitty to fill the room.
"Ohohohoohhhhhhh……. Jessuuuuussssss yeeessssssss ! ! ! ! ! ! !"
My body started convulsing and I exploded all over his cock as I saw fireworks.
Tommy pulled out of me, and spun my resistless body over. He grabbed my rose hip and pulled me up to my 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 plunk for up and shoved the pillow under my hips before dropping me back down.
"Pleeeeeaaaaasssseeee, just a footling 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 heading of his shaft to my hollow. His peter was dripping with my juices, and it popped yesteryear my sphincter. Once he had the top dog in, he reached forward and forced my head into the bed, and steadily pushed into me.
"Ohhhhhhhhh"I groaned as he forced his way into my ass. I tried to pull away, but it was no use. Tommy grabbed my hip with his early handwriting and held me still. He was in over control of me now, and had assumed a powerful mountain position.
There was nowhere for me to go, all I could do was just hold still and use up it.
Tommy plowed into me, his dick pushing past my anatomical sphincter, and deep into my Colon. His hips were smacking into my ass cheeks, making a lewd slapping speech 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 nervus were raw. This powerful fucking was almost too much for me. I squeezed my center shut, gritted my teeth, and waited for him to finish.
I knew that Tommy had a lot of shit to work out, and that was why I was here.
I just hoped I could survive this experience.
Tommy kept slamming into my ass, and after a couple of arcminute, he began grunting in time with his thrusts.
"proceeds ! That ! pecker ! ! get ! That ! putz ! !"
"Tommy, please."I pleaded with him.
He slowed a bit, grabbed my hips in his helping hand, and started slamming into me even harder. His knock-down coat of arms pulled me back onto his tool, impaling me on it.
"Fuck ! You ! Bitch ! ! ass ! 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 Solomon Bellow and coated my El Salvadoran colon with his jizz before collapsing on my back, pinning me to the bed beneath his weight. He rolled over on his side of meat, holding me close to him.
"Shhhh, it's alright Katie."
I wiped teardrop from my heart and snarled at him over my shoulder.
"I'm not Katie, you asshole."
I angrily shrugged his branch off of me, and pulled myself off his prick as gently as I could.
I limped towards the privy with his cum dripping down my leg.
I flipped on the light switch and wet down a slipstream cloth to clean myself. As I wiped his cum from my leg, I discovered that I was bleeding as well.

Tommy appeared behind me, shame and guiltiness 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 excuse to you again, I don't know what came over me."
I looked down at the sink."I think you better go."
He nodded, apologized again, gathered his clothes and walked out of the room. I went back to bed and fell asleep, exhausted.

I awoke early the next break of the day and tended to my chores, moving slowly after the previous Nox issue. As I eventually worked my way back to the front end of the menage, I found a bouquet of white roses on the front porch. A pocket-size placard was attached with a simple inscription.
"I'm sorry. T"
I sighed and smiled. I wished I could last out mad at him, but it just wasn't possible.

I glanced out the presence window, gazing across the footling horse farm I lived on.
This had once been a sleepy agriculture community, but about 15 years ago, veridical acres developers had come in and bought up all the Edwin Herbert Land, transforming our niggling farm community of interests into an upscale suburb, satiate with gated subdivisions and snobby yuppies.
I still lived in the little shape house that my grandfather had built, I just couldn't bear to part with it, so I held on despite moneymaking offers from the developers.
When it was discovered that we had oil on our prop, we leased the mineral rights, and sat back to collect the royal house checks.
I ran a big stalls on our property, and all the snobs kept their horses boarded there. It was a labor of love for me, a way to proceed busy.
My husband Jake had been killed several old age ago by a drunkard driver, so I was alone now, a widow woman in her early 30's.
About five years ago, Tommy and his syndicate had moved into a house that backed up to our property. He had two adorable small missy, and an absolutely gorgeous wife, who was also a man class snob.
She was always dressed to the Nina from Carolina in the late designer fashions, carried Fendi purses, and wore Manolo Blahnik shoes. She was constantly on the go ; Pilates, Yoga, the gym, tennis cabaret, nation club, hair's-breadth beauty parlour, manicurist, and whatever big social event was coming up.
They had a nanny-goat for their little girls since Tommy was always at work, and she had her socializing to hang to.
The girls often came over to bait the horses. I would strap them on, and gently precede a tame maria around in a R-2. They would get to feed her Malus pumila when they were done, and they thought it was just the greatest thing in the world.

One Saturday, I heard a knock at my door.
I answered and discovered Tommy outside with the lady friend, his backtalk drawn tight.
"Jess, I'm awfully sorry to spring this on you, but could I leave the girls here for the day ? We're having a category emergency."
Little Amanda, the younger of the two looked at me with red rimmed eyes.
"mama and daddy are fighting."She whispered.
"Shhhhhh !"Dawn, two year older, gave her sis a violent reprehension."You're not supposed to say anything !"
I looked at Tommy, and he glanced away, embarrassed.
"That's no trouble, you two come on in. We'll have lunch and go take a ride, how does that sound ?"
Tommy thanked me and left.
The girls and I played all day, until their mother came to get them.
"Sorry about the inconvenience Jess, I appreciate it."
I nodded at her."No problem Katie, we had a lordly afternoon."
Amanda looked at her mother with trepidation."Are you and daddy getting a divorcement ?"
Katie blanched at that."Amanda ! What kind of motion is that ? Not in front of strangers ! ! !"
Amanda looked at me."Jess isn't a stranger."
Katie huffed."wellspring she's not family. Let's go."
And they left without another word.

A couple of days later I was tending to some body of work 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 girls and went to her mom's."
"I'm sorry."He looked so dejected ; my heart went out to him.
"Tommy, would you like to fare 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 bottleful of wine-colored, and I grilled two steaks with baked potatoes and corn on the cob.
We ate and chatted about world affair, stream outcome, and sports.
"This is nice."He said as we cleared away the mantrap."Katie's only interest in fashion and bon ton gossip. I can't recall the conclusion 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 various word-painting 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 piazza ? I owe you."
That Nox, I arrived with a 6 multitude of Coors Light.
"I'm a redneck girl."I told him with a smile.
"Fine by me,"he replied."It's soundly to be capable to just slacken and be real."
I glanced around the cavernous aliveness way. Everywhere you looked you saw expensive furnishing and decorations. The family portraits seemed a niggling too utter, if you know what I mean. Posed and polished, but ….. empty somehow.
Tommy pulled out carry out Chinese, and I laughed.
He smiled and said that he didn't really cook.
As we sat and ate, we got to know each other a little bit better.
He had been a college athlete, and Katie had been a Sorority female child. He had gone into the family business sector, and done pretty well, as evidenced by the house we were sitting in.
But despite the money, he was a pretty grounded guy who reminded me a lot of Jake. His dad had built the business from the basis up, and Tommy had spent his summers working for him, starting as an intern, and working in various low-level jobs throughout the ship's company each year, gradually learning the business. He had worked hard, and was on the threshold of buying his dad out, something that Katie couldn't fathom.
"She doesn't understand why he won't just give it to me. I'm afraid she doesn't always live in the real mankind. She's worried about the way it will impact our life-style when we don't have so much liquidity."
"Is that why she's gone ?"It wasn't too surprising. Financial problem are the number one issue for hook up with distich 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 excuse, a lot to my surprise. It was a like a monster weight had been lifted from him.
"It feels goodness to finally tell someone."
We moved on to lighter topics, and he seemed more relaxed.
We watched the Sunday night game on his big projection screen, loudly cheering.
I left after the secret plan was over, and he suggested that we get together for Mon nighttime football and dinner.

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

In the orgasm twenty-four hours, I would get random texts from him, complaining, venting, or just asking how I was doing. trueness to tell, 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 arrive between the two of them, especially not with two picayune little girl in the picture.

A match 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 squawk ! ! ! ! You goddam whore ! ! ! ! ! You stay the shtup away from my husband, or I'll hook your fucking eyes out ! ! ! ! !"
I quickly hung up on her, but my sound kept blowing up with voice mail and threatening text for the next hour.
The next day, Tommy knocked on my door, looking apologetic.
"Katie took a look at my speech sound, 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.
"flavor Tommy, you're a nice guy, but this situation with Katie …. It's ballock. 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 week at a topical anesthetic bbq repair. He looked fag out and put on down. Despite my intentions to not get involved, my kernel went out to him and I asked how he was.
Katie had taken off again, taking the fille with her. He had no idea where she was, or when she was coming back.
Against my better judgment, I invited him over for dinner that night.
And so a convention developed. Katie would take off without observance, sometimes just for a couple of days, sometimes for weeks. Sometimes she took the girlfriend, sometimes she left them behind.
Through it all, Tommy tried to observe a secure front, telling the daughter that mommy was going on vacations. Meanwhile, Katie was off doing God-knows-who, and blowing through their banking company account.

Whenever she took the girls, Tommy would roll up asking me to join him for dinner. I was mistrustful, but by this point, Katie's injudiciousness were a bit of an open closed book 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 micturate their marriage study, and then disappearing again.
When she left the girls behind, I would do myself just. I didn't want them telling Katie that I was around.
When she did take the missy, Tommy and I would hang out and talk.
He joked that I was his volunteer healer, but as I pointed out, since I wasn't trained or licensed, it all evened out.
As metre went on, we wound up becoming very close.

One Night, after almost a class of Katie's disappearing and reappearing act, we got together.
I'm not exactly certainly how it happened, maybe it was the beer, but at one point, Tommy leaned in and kissed me. I was shocked at start, but then felt myself responding to him.
I rolled on top of him, my munition wrapping around his neck as our glossa danced in one another's rima oris.
I could feel his desire, his motivation 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 foresighted, and feeling his touch on my hide inflamed my Passion. I wanted him.
I wanted to find his manus on my bare skin, to feel his sassing touch me, to feel him inside of me.
I needed him.
I needed to find like a woman.
I needed him to make me feel the way I wanted to feel.
We paused for air, and looked deep into each others eyes.
I saw a glimmer of uncertainty in his.
"Jess, maybe we shouldn't. I'm still married, Katie is talking about working things out…"
I leaned my school principal against his.
"So tell me Tommy, what exactly do you call up 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 recollect she'll say to you the next time she sees you ?"
He looked at the ceiling.
"She'll probably tell 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 than time …."
I began kissing his neck.
"And what will she do next ?"
Tommy snorted.
"She'll train 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 infliction in his deeply blue eyes.
"I don't know if I can."
"Let me aid you."
I sat back and pulled my shirt off over my head, and unwrap my bra.
Tommy was mesmerized by my breasts. I reached down and took his hired hand before guiding them to my stone hard nipples.
However, as soon as he touched me, he pulled his men 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 line of my outmoded full length mirror and examined myself.
Was there something wrong with me ?
Was there some fault that Tommy had seen ?
I piled my blonde tress on top of my drumhead.
Some Light Within freckles adorned my clitoris nose.
I had a rosy complexion that was burnished by my constant open air work.
Tending to the horses had given me a house and toned body.
I examined my arms. Not overly muscular, you could trace the definition in them. No turkey necks hanging beneath them.
My breast were round and good, natural 34 Cs with just the double-dyed amount of hang.
I rubbed my script in lazy circles on them.
My fingers twisted my pert nipples like radio dials.
With one hand still fondling my breast, I traced the fingernails of my destitute hand down my taut stomach. You could clearly see the definition of my abdomen.
I made my way further south, down along my bare pubic bone. No FUPA here, I was as vapid as I had been as a teenager.
I traced the outer curve of my pelvic girdle, while turning slightly to examine my ass.
It sat richly and proud, with no trace of cellulite there, or on my thighs.
Two tenner of hogback horseback riding had sculpted my ass and thighs.
My digit located my clit and lightly stroked it, sending a piddling jerk through my groin.
I started working a one digit in and out of my pie-eyed pussy.
I hadn't been with a man in a patch, and I could tell.
The abbreviated make out academic term with Tommy had me dripping.
I lay back on my bed and began to work my digit in and out of my increasingly wet pussy.
I could finger my temperature rising when I heard a roast at my battlefront door.
Are you fucking kidding me ? ! ? ! ?
I tried to disregard 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 Hades 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 thinking, I reached out and pulled him into the house while dropping my robe.
His oculus bulged as he took in my nude form.
I pulled him to me and kissed him.
He responded forcefully, plunging his tongue deep into my back talk 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 head in one of his work force as he pushed me back against the wall.
With his free handwriting, he traced my breasts, before dipping down to my pussy.
Discovering how wet it was, he looked hungrily into my optic, 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 kept my hands pinned to the paries above my head.
I heard the zip fastener of his pants coming loose, and then gasped as he pressed his stopcock 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 breathing spell from my lungs.
As I steadied myself, he grabbed my wrist joint in his hands and held them against the bulwark above my head.
Tommy wasn't building up to anything, he started a rhythmic pounding motion into me, and I do mean buffeting. It was like he trying to knock my cervix uteri out.
I was panting and moaning, and I could hear Tommy behind me, grunting in meter with his thrusts.
His constant pounding was driving me disturbed after I had gone so long without penetration. I began gasping and begged him to rub my clit to set me off.
Instead, he released my hands, and grabbed my pelvic arch, then began forcefully pulling me back onto his shaft. The slapping of our bare skin together echoed through the house. I leaned my human face against the paries and began playing with my clit.
I could experience my climax swell within me, almost from my toes.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhyyyyyyeeeeeeeessssssss ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"
I felt my pussy clamp down on his cock, and he suddenly stopped moving as he shouted out, his torso 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 putz slip of paper from my pussy.
I turned to confront him, and smiled.
He looked down, then away, as if he was ashamed to satisfy 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 dearest, what do you think happened ?"
He looked uncomfortable at that.
"I need to go. I'll yell you later."
He quickly pulled his gasp up and left, leaving me naked and bewildered in my entryway.
I slept like a log that night, completely satisfied.

The next day, I texted him for dinner, but he begged off. Over the next few days, he seemed to be avoiding me. So that weekend, I decided to press the issue.
I knocked on his front threshold and walked right in. I spun on my heel to face up him.
"Alright Tommy, let's put our cards on the table. I like you. I have notion for you. What happened, happened. So where do we go from here ?"
He shifted around and looked uncomfortable, refusing to meet my gaze.
"Katie's talking about working things out again."
"Oh."
I didn't know what to say next, so he filled in the silence.
"She said that she was angry when she told me about the lawyer……"
His voice trailed off, and tears came to his eyes.
"I cheated on my wife ….. I committed adultery."
He shook his head.
"I can't see you. What we did …. You need to forget. Please don't liaison me again."
I silently left. Not practically I could say to that.

Katie came back nursing 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 girls again for an extended stay at her mothers.
After about a week, Tommy texted me.
"Can we tattle ?"
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 twelvemonth, I thought that certain penury had foresightful since gone, but they were just lying dormant.
And it wasn't just the sex, it was the companionship, the intimacy, the ability to verbalise to someone on more than just a cursory level. I felt alive when I was with him.
"seed by tonight."I replied.

That night I sat on my sofa while Tommy paced back and forth and spewed all his angriness and frustrations out.
For an minute I listened to him rage against her and how unjust this entire situation was, how it was damaging his miss, how it was driving him crazy, and how it was starting to affect his business.
Finally, his earphone 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 detain this time ? Until she meets a new personal flight simulator ? The waiter's assistant at the bbq shack is pretty cute. They've hired a new cashier at the grocery store store."
His oculus flashed as a quickly glared at me.
"Don't you talk about my wife that way !"
"Listen Tommy, you just spent the eve complaining about her running around on you, and now you're defending her ? Are you even listening to yourself ? Ask yourself what do you recall 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 Nox ? 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 secure your sept future, and what is Katie doing right now ? She's blowing through all of your money, which means that you'll have to puzzle out even more !"
"It's …."
"It's junkie !"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 percentage point I stood up and started pushing him backwards.
"She's put you through a year of distortion ! ! She's yanked you back and forth ! ! She's toying with your emotions ! ! ! She's putting your fille through all of this ! ! And she's been fucking other men ! ! ! !"
I was fierce. Whether at Katie or Tommy, I wasn't quite certain, but I was furious. Truth to tell, probably at both of them.

Tommy looked at me, stunned. Then I saw anger rise in his eyes. He stepped forwards, grabbed my face in his handwriting, 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 stifle on the couch.
He grabbed the waistband of my shorts and yanked them to my genu, taking my step-in with them.
He reached for my puss and began rubbing his finger's breadth up and down my slit.
I turned my fountainhead to face over my shoulder.
He seemed stupefied, moving in a lustful fog.
For some reason, he frightened me a bit. This all scenario did.
"Tommy……."
He looked up at me, almost as if he didn't tell apart me.
He reached forwards and turned my head word away from him.
I felt him place his script on the minuscule of my rachis as he jabbed at my pussy with his peter. I reached back between my pegleg to guide him into me, but he smacked my hired hand 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 terminal skirmish, this wasn't gentle, this was a delirious screwing. He didn't attention about my pleasure ; he was just taking caution of himself.
He started grunting in time with his jab again.
"Yeah ! Yeah ! ! Yeah ! ! Unn ! ! ! Unnn ! ! ! Unnn ! ! ! !"
I turned my head again and peered at him. His oculus were closed, and his face was a contorted mask of lecherousness and anger.
"Cummingcummingcumming ! ! ! !"He gasped.
He pulled out of me and shot his consignment onto my back.
"Tommy, looking at me."I said.
He was still recovering, with his head hanging down and breathing deeply. The expression on his face was at once angry 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 call you later."
And with that, he was gone.
I was down on my lounge on my knees and cubital joint, his cum soaking into the back of my shirt, with my short and my underclothes pulled down far decent to allow him entry.
wellspring this is ungainly, I thought to myself as I got up.
What was incorrect with him ? He fucks me and leaves ? What was that ?

A week later, we were back at it. Katie had moved out, taking the missy with her.
Tommy texted me the news, and I told him to come over for dinner.
He sat and stewed as we ate, I could tell that he had a lot going through his judgment. Conversation was kept to a minimum, with no mention of our previous encounter, or the former growth in his crumbling marriage.
As I began clearing the mesa, he placed his hand on my hip and pushed me against the table. He reached for the back of my cervix and pushed me face down on top of it. Once again, my pants were yanked down, his gumshoe 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 metre as he left.

I put my head down on the table and began to cry.
I was the former woman. The one he fucked when his wife was gone.
I felt so dirty.
He was totally unmindful to my bust, my feeling, 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 dissembling of dinner this time, as soon as I opened the room access, he kissed me toilsome 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 keep playing along."
"Jess, what are you talking about ?"
"I'm not going to be your harlot. I don't know what's going on with you and Katie, but I'm not some daughter that you can make out over and screw when you're wild 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 foundation ? 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 ? ? ? ? ? ! !"
Tears were starting to flow now.
"I'm a unspoilt person, and I don't deserve this ! I don't want a passing lay, or a fuck buddy ! I want individual that I can have a family relationship with ! ! I want somebody that I can bonk and that loves me back ! ! !"
I was shouting and sobbing at this point.

Tommy let me go until I ran out of steam.
He hung his head and nodded.
When he looked back up, he had tears I his eyes.
"Jess, I don't know what to say. I'm sorry. And you're rightfulness. I haven't been considerate of your needs, I've just been thinking of my own."
He walked to the sofa and sat down.
I've just had so practically 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 deplorable. Can we jump again ?"
I considered for a instant, then went and sat down next to him.
"I'd like that."
"Thank you. For giving me another chance."
He leaned towards me and kissed me.
Gently this clip, like he was afraid to hurt me. His hands began working up the 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 duet of teen for a piece before I rose and took him by the hand into my bedroom.
We stripped one another like we were minor on Xmas morning, excited to see what lay beneath the wrapping.
Tommy picked me up in his weapon and repose me down on the bed as gently as if I were an egg, his lips never leaving mine.
He caressed my body with his finger, gently running them up and down my public figure, leaving me shivering as I felt little wave 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 peg and parted the backtalk of my pussy.
He tongued my clit, and started flicking it back and Forth.
He spent respective second down there licking me, and gave me my offset orgasm 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 clit into his mouth, he surprised me by gently probing my ass with his pinky.
I had tried anal a few times before, and while I didn't hate it, it also wasn't my beginning choice. 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 long, longsighted time to come.

Until it turned into a violent ass-rape.

look across my lawn, holding the peak, I saw Tommy derive out from behind a Tree and sheepishly wafture at me. He had been watching and waiting, like a kid.
I smiled at him and opened the door before leaving a trail of flowers to my bedroom…..

Tommy served Katie with divorce papers the next week.
She dragged it out with mindless legal proceedings, hoping to break him and get every close penny she could.
It was a messy process, I was deposed, as were a figure of Katie's spree. She was surprised that Tommy was able to find out about so many of them.
The jurist was none too happy about all the shenanigans, and granted joint detention, lessening Tommy's child support.
The girls had been unwilling player in all this drama, and Katie worked to turn over them against Tommy and against me.

Tommy and I had several More rough Night in bed while the divorce dragged on, and he would wreathe up taking out his wrath at Katie by treating me like a fuck toy.
Although I did turn the tables on him after I was deposed.
That shucks attorney had me so worked up, as soon as we got in the car, I attacked Tommy.
I tore his shirt and pants unresolved, left scratch 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 middle after I came and climbed off of him.
"Remind me never to stimulate you angry…"Then we both burst out laughing.

The fille eventually adjusted to the billet. Tommy and I married after the divorce was finalized, and while their mother was still a perpetual spikelet in my side, they came to accept me and even bonk me as their step-mother.

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

Or maybe, just because we like it .