exertion was dripping off of Tommy's chin, splashing down onto my font. His eyes were closed as he pounded away at me. My legs were splayed wide-eyed, his muscular weaponry braced on the bed with my knees pinned behind them. I had one handwriting on my pussy, frigging my clit, while my other hand was reaching underneath me, my center finger's breadth pushing in and out of my asshole.
"Keep going infant, I'm almost there."I urged him. He nodded, and increased his footstep.
As he kept thrusting deep into my pussycat, I could feel the heat deep in my loins. I was burning up and dripping snatch juice. The sound of our bodies crashing together mixed with the squelching sound of my pussy to fill the room.
"Ohohohoohhhhhhh……. Jessuuuuussssss yeeessssssss ! ! ! ! ! ! !"
My consistency started convulsing and I exploded all over his shaft as I saw fireworks.
Tommy pulled out of me, and gyrate my resistless dead body over. He grabbed my hips 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 punt up and shoved the pillow under my rosehip before dropping me back down.
"Pleeeeeaaaaasssseeee, just a little bit of time."
Tommy leaned over me and whispered in my ear.
"It's ok Jess, you'll be fine."
He placed a hired man 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 wiggle away.
He placed the head of his cock to my hole. His dick was dripping with my juices, and it popped by 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 pull away, but it was no use. Tommy grabbed my hip with his other deal and held me still. He was in terminated control of me now, and had assumed a sinewy mount position.
There was nowhere for me to go, all I could do was just hold still and take it.
Tommy plowed into me, his dick pushing past my anatomical sphincter, and deep into my colon. His hips were smacking into my ass face, making a lewd slapping audio. travail was flying off both of our bodies, soaking the bed sheets underneath us.
I was still coming down from my coming, and my mettle were raw. This powerful fucking was almost too practically for me. I squeezed my centre shut, gritted my teeth, and waited for him to finish.
I knew that Tommy had a lot of jack 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 hour, he began grunting in prison term with his thrusts.
"take ! That ! pecker ! ! accept ! That ! cock ! !"
"Tommy, please."I pleaded with him.
He slowed a bit, grabbed my coxa in his hands, and started slamming into me even harder. His powerful arms pulled me back onto his cock, impaling me on it.
"Fuck ! You ! Bitch ! ! Fuck ! You ! Bitch ! !"
This wasn't sex anymore. This was wild and ugly, like a rape.
"Tommy, check ! ! ! ! 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 measure of my wrought iron headboard. I was crying and screaming as he kept fucking my ass.
He finally gave a mighty hollo and coated my colon with his jizz before collapsing on my book binding, pinning me to the bed beneath his free weight. He rolled over on his side, holding me fill up to him.
"Shhhh, it's okey Katie."
I wiped crying 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 twinkle switch and wet down a dry wash cloth to clean myself. As I wiped his cum from my leg, I discovered that I was bleeding as well.

Tommy appeared behind me, shame and guilt trip 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 storey."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 cesspit."I think you expert 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 battlefront of the home, I found a posy of blanched roses on the front porch. A small card was attached with a dewy-eyed inscription.
"I'm sorry. T"
I sighed and smiled. I wished I could appease mad at him, but it just wasn't possible.

I glanced out the strawman window, gazing across the minuscule horse farm I lived on.
This had once been a sleepy husbandry community, but about 15 years ago, real number estate developers had come in and bought up all the land, transforming our slight farm biotic community into an upscale suburb, replete with gated subdivisions and snobby yuppies.
I still lived in the footling frame home that my granddad had built, I just couldn't bear to office with it, so I held on despite lucrative whirl from the developers.
When it was discovered that we had oil on our property, we leased the mineral right, and sat back to collect the royal family checks.
I ran a declamatory stable on our place, and all the snoot kept their cavalry boarded there. It was a Labour of love for me, a way to retain busy.
My husband Jake had been killed respective years ago by a sot driver, so I was alone now, a widow in her early 30's.
About five class ago, Tommy and his kin had moved into a house that backed up to our property. He had two adorable little girls, and an absolutely gorgeous wife, who was also a worldly concern class snob.
She was always dressed to the nines in the latest designer fashion, carried Fendi pocketbook, and wore Manolo Blahnik shoes. She was constantly on the go ; Pilate, Yoga, the gym, tennis order, Country ball club, hairsbreadth salon, manicurist, and whatever big mixer case was coming up.
They had a nanny for their little missy since Tommy was always at piece of work, and she had her socializing to attend to.
The girls often came over to ride the horses. I would strap them on, and gently lead a domesticize mare around in a round. They would get to tip her Malus pumila when they were done, and they thought it was just the great thing in the world.

One Saturday, I heard a knock at my door.
I answered and discovered Tommy outside with the girl, his sassing drawn tight.
"Jess, I'm awfully sorry to jump this on you, but could I leave the fille here for the day ? We're having a class emergency."
Little Amanda, the younger of the two looked at me with red rimmed eyes.
"mammy and daddy are fighting."She whispered.
"Shhhhhh !"Dawn, two years honest-to-goodness, gave her sister a cutthroat 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 dejeuner and go get hold of a ride, how does that vocalize ?"
Tommy thanked me and left.
The girls and I played all day, until their mother came to get them.
"Sorry about the troublesomeness Jess, I appreciate it."
I nodded at her."No job Katie, we had a high-minded afternoon."
Amanda looked at her female parent with trepidation."Are you and daddy getting a divorce ?"
Katie blanched at that."Amanda ! What kind of dubiousness is that ? Not in front of strangers ! ! !"
Amanda looked at me."Jess isn't a stranger."
Katie huffed."Well she's not family. Let's go."
And they left without another word.

A couple of days later I was tending to some work on the sharpness 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 missy and went to her mom's."
"I'm sorry."He looked so dejected ; my affection went out to him.
"Tommy, would you like to descend over for dinner party 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 bottle of wine, and I grilled two steaks with baked potatoes and corn whisky on the cob.
We ate and chatted about world thing, current events, and sports.
"This is nice."He said as we cleared away the ravisher."Katie's only concerned in fashion and gild gossip. I can't think the last tangible 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 picture show of Jake.
"How long have you been alone now, Jess ?"
"VII years."I replied.
"I don't sleep together 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 ring of Coors Light.
"I'm a redneck girl."I told him with a smile.
"mulct by me,"he replied."It's proficient to be able to just slacken and be real."
I glanced around the cavernous keep room. Everywhere you looked you saw expensive furnishings and decorations. The family portraits seemed a little too perfect, 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 know each other a little 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 star sign 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 land up, and Tommy had spent his summer working for him, starting as an intern, and working in several low-altitude line of work throughout the ship's company each year, gradually learning the business. He had worked hard, and was on the scepter of buying his dad out, something that Katie couldn't fathom.
"She doesn't understand why he won't just hand it to me. I'm afraid she doesn't always live in the real humankind. She's worried about the way it will bear on our life style when we don't have so much liquidity."
"Is that why she's gone ?"It wasn't too storm. Financial problems are the number one issue for married couples that split up.
"No, I caught her fucking her Pilates instructor !"He bitterly snapped.
I flinched at that.
"Tommy, I'm sorry, it's not my occupation, I shouldn't have pried."
"It's okay."Tommy looked a bit relieved, much to my surprise. It was a like a giant weight had been lifted from him.
"It feels sound to finally secernate someone."
We moved on to easy topic, and he seemed more relaxed.
We watched the Sunday Nox game on his big screen, loudly cheering.
I left after the game was over, and he suggested that we get together for Monday Night football game and dinner.

The side by side day, I got a school text from Tommy."Katie's back. No dinner party tonight."
While I was glad for him, I was a bit frustrated to drop out on dinner and the game.

In the come in days, I would get random texts from him, complaining, venting, or just asking how I was doing. Truth to assure, I started to palpate a slight bit uncomfortable about the state of affairs. 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 little female child in the picture.

A couple of weeks later, I got a song 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 screwing away from my husband, or I'll claw your fucking oculus out ! ! ! ! !"
I quickly hung up on her, but my phone kept blowing up with voice mail and threatening text edition for the next hour.
The next day, Tommy knocked on my door, looking apologetic.
"Katie took a flavour 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.
"spirit Tommy, you're a nice guy, but this situation with Katie …. It's nuts. And with your young woman, 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 local anesthetic bbq stamping ground. He looked tired and put on down. Despite my design 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 normal developed. Katie would hire off without notice, 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 maintain a warm front, telling the little girl that mama was going on holiday. Meanwhile, Katie was off doing God-knows-who, and blowing through their money box account.

Whenever she took the girls, Tommy would wind up asking me to get together him for dinner. I was wary, but by this spot, Katie's indiscretions were a bit of an open closed book around township. It turned out that she made a riding habit of hooking up with the latest tasty treat that came across her route, and Tommy had never suspected anything.
Katie was jerking him around at this point, telling him that she loved him and wanted to reach their marriage workplace, and then disappearing again.
When she left the girls behind, I would do myself scarce. I didn't want them telling Katie that I was around.
When she did select the missy, Tommy and I would attend out and talk.
He joked that I was his recreational 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 surely how it happened, maybe it was the beer, but at one point, Tommy leaned in and kissed me. I was shocked at offset, but then felt myself responding to him.
I rolled on top of him, my arms wrapping around his neck as our tongues danced in one another's mouths.
I could sense his desire, his need 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 farseeing, and feeling his jot on my skin inflamed my warmth. I wanted him.
I wanted to palpate his deal on my bare cutis, to sense his lips touch me, to find him inside of me.
I needed him.
I needed to feel like a woman.
I needed him to hold 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 thing out…"
I leaned my headland against his.
"So tell me Tommy, what exactly do you opine your wife is doing right now ?"
He hesitated.
"wellspring ….. she's probably spending my money and having sex with some random guy."
I began planting short osculation all over his face.
"And what do you think she'll say to you the future time she sees you ?"
He looked at the ceiling.
"She'll probably tell me that she loves me and wants to work it out."
I kept kissing him.
"And what else ?"
"That she needs just a little Thomas More meter …."
I began kissing his neck.
"And what will she do next ?"
Tommy snorted.
"She'll take off again with no explanation !"
"Tommy, your marriage is over. And everyone realizes it but you."
I gave him a passionate kiss.
"You have to let her go."
He looked at me, and I saw painful sensation 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 mind, and untie my bra.
Tommy was mesmerized by my bosom. I reached down and took his hands before guiding them to my rock firmly nipples.
However, as soon as he touched me, he pulled his 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 social movement of my old-fashioned full moon 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 head.
Some light freckle adorned my button nose.
I had a flushed skin colour that was burnished by my changeless outdoors work.
care to the horses had given me a firm and toned consistency.
I examined my arms. Not overly muscular, you could hunt the definition in them. No joker necks hanging beneath them.
My breasts were beat and wide, instinctive 34 Cs with just the staring amount of hang.
I rubbed my custody in lazy roundabout on them.
My finger twisted my pert mamilla like radio dials.
With one hand still fondling my breast, I traced the fingernails of my free hand down my tight tummy. You could clearly see the definition of my abdomen.
I made my way further S, down along my bare os pubis. No FUPA here, I was as flat as I had been as a teenager.
I traced the outer curve of my hips, while turning slightly to see my ass.
It sat high and proud, with no shadow of cellulite there, or on my thighs.
Two X of hogback riding had sculpted my ass and thighs.
My finger located my clit and lightly stroked it, sending a fiddling jounce through my groin.
I started working a single fingerbreadth in and out of my tight pussy.
I hadn't been with a man in a while, and I could tell.
The brief make out session with Tommy had me dripping.
I lay back on my bed and began to make for my finger's breadth in and out of my increasingly wet pussy.
I could feel my temperature rising when I heard a knock at my front door.
Are you fucking kidding me ? ! ? ! ?
I tried to ignore it when I heard Tommy's voice.
"Jess, open 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 divorcement 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 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 mouth while he yanked off his belt and struggled with his pants.
I reached out to help oneself him, but he grabbed my manus and pinned them above my nous in one of his hands as he pushed me back against the wall.
With his disembarrass hand, he traced my breasts, before dipping down to my pussy.
Discovering how wet it was, he looked hungrily into my eyes, then savagely kissed me again.
The personnel of his natural action surprised me, but I was swept away by my arousal.
He spun me around, and keep back my hands pinned to the wall above my head.
I heard the zipper of his trouser coming loose, and then gasped as he pressed his pecker against me. He pushed me stage 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 wrists in his hands and held them against the wall above my head.
Tommy wasn't building up to anything, he started a rhythmic pounding move into me, and I do mean pounding. It was like he trying to knock my cervix out.
I was panting and moaning, and I could try Tommy behind me, grunting in prison term with his thrusts.
His constant pounding was driving me half-baked after I had gone so long without insight. I began gasping and begged him to rub my clit to set me off.
Instead, he released my work force, and grabbed my hips, then began forcefully pulling me back onto his lance. The slapping of our bare skin together echoed through the house. I leaned my cheek against the paries and began playing with my clit.
I could palpate my orgasm swell within me, almost from my toes.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhyyyyyyeeeeeeeessssssss ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"
I felt my pussycat clamp down on his cock, and he suddenly stopped moving as he shouted out, his body jerked once or twice, and then I felt him explode inside of me.
"Oh God, Tommy."
He leaned against me, and breathed deeply.
"Thanks Jess."
He stepped back, and I whimpered as I felt his cock mooring from my pussy.
I turned to face up 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 option you later."
He quickly pulled his pants 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 mean solar day, he seemed to be avoiding me. So that weekend, I decided to compact the issue.
I knocked on his figurehead room access and walked right in. I spun on my blackguard to face him.
"Alright Tommy, let's put our poster on the table. I like you. I have feelings for you. What happened, happened. So where do we go from here ?"
He shifted around and looked uncomfortable, refusing to meet my gaze.
"Katie's talking about working thing out again."
"Oh."
I didn't know what to say next, so he filled in the silence.
"She said that she was raging when she told me about the lawyer……"
His spokesperson 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 exit. Please don't contact me again."
I silently left. Not very much I could say to that.

Katie came back house and stayed for a twain 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 check at her mothers.
After about a calendar week, Tommy texted me.
"Can we peach ?"
I knew I shouldn't, but watching his scoop opera house from afar had really gotten to me, and I missed him.
After being alone for so many years, I thought that sure indigence had hanker since gone, but they were just lying dormant.
And it wasn't just the sex, it was the companionship, the liaison, the ability to talk to someone on more than than just a free-and-easy level. 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 60 minutes I listened to him rage against her and how unfair this entire place was, how it was damaging his little girl, how it was driving him crazy, and how it was starting to involve his business.
Finally, his phone buzzed.
He looked down at it.
"Katie says she'll be back tomorrow…."


I rolled my eyes.
"And how retentive do you think that she'll delay this meter ? Until she meets a new personal trainer ? The waiter's assistant at the bbq shack is pretty cute. They've hired a new cashier at the grocery store."
His oculus flashed as a quickly glared at me.
"Don't you talk about my wife 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 call up 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 night ? What does her mom think of all this ?"
"Katie complains that I work all the metre, her mom says that I don't pay enough attention to her….."
"Tommy, you're working to insure your category future, and what is Katie doing right now ? She's blowing through all of your money, which means that you'll have to play 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 observe letting her do it to you some more ! ! When are you going to heat up ? ! ? ! ? ! ?"
At this point I stood up and started pushing him backwards.
"She's put you through a year of torture ! ! She's yanked you back and Forth River ! ! She's toying with your emotions ! ! ! She's putting your girls through all of this ! ! And she's been fucking other men ! ! ! !"
I was furious. Whether at Katie or Tommy, I wasn't quite sure, but I was ferocious. Sojourner Truth to tell, probably at both of them.

Tommy looked at me, stunned. Then I saw anger rise in his middle. He stepped forwards, grabbed my facial expression in his paw, 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 sash of my short pants and yanked them to my knee joint, taking my panties with them.
He reached for my twat and began rubbing his fingers up and down my slit.
I turned my caput to look over my shoulder.
He seemed dazed, moving in a lubricious fog.
For some intellect, he frightened me a bit. This solid scenario did.
"Tommy……."
He looked up at me, almost as if he didn't recognise me.
He reached forwards and turned my read/write head away from him.
I felt him station his hired hand on the small of my book binding as he jabbed at my pussy with his cock. I reached back between my legs to run 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 incoming to my pussy.
I cried out as he slammed into me and began pounding away.
Like our last encounter, this wasn't gentle, this was a frantic fucking. He didn't care about my joy ; he was just taking care of himself.
He started grunting in time with his thrusts again.
"Yeah ! Yeah ! ! Yeah ! ! Unn ! ! ! Unnn ! ! ! Unnn ! ! ! !"
I turned my head again and peered at him. His eyes were closed, and his case was a contorted masquerade of lust and anger.
"Cummingcummingcumming ! ! ! !"He gasped.
He pulled out of me and shot his load onto my back.
"Tommy, look at me."I said.
He was still recovering, with his chief hanging down and breathing deeply. The formula on his case was at once angry and satisfied.
"Tommy."I repeated.
That seemed to break down him out of his daze.
His middle opened and he glanced up at me. As soon as our center met, his verbal expression changed to one of embarrassment. He looked down and began pulling his drawers 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 knee joint and cubital joint, his cum soaking into the back of my shirt, with my boxers and my underwear pulled down far adequate to allow him entry.
Well this is unenviable, I thought to myself as I got up.
What was wrong with him ? He fucks me and leaves ? What was that ?

A week later, we were back at it. Katie had moved out, taking the miss with her.
Tommy texted me the news, and I told him to fare over for dinner.
He sat and stewed as we ate, I could enjoin that he had a lot going through his mind. 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 back of my neck and pushed me face down on top of it. Once again, my pants were yanked down, his dick was freed, and he plunged into me, pistoning away until he pulled out and came on my back.
He didn't even say anything this prison term as he left.

I put my brain down on the table and began to cry.
I was the other woman. The one he fucked when his wife was gone.
I felt so dirty.
He was totally 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 simulation of dinner this time, as soon as I opened the door, he kissed me voiceless and backed me up against the rampart. As he went to plough me around, I placed my hands on his chest.
"Tommy, stop."
He looked confused.
"I'm not going to restrain 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 occur over and get it on when you're angry at her."
He pressed his rim 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 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 idea how that makes me finger ? ? ? ? ? ! !"
Tears were starting to run now.
"I'm a safe person, and I don't deserve this ! I don't want a chance lay, or a fuck buddy ! I want someone that I can have a kinship with ! ! I want someone that I can love 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 oral sex and nodded.
When he looked back up, he had tear I his eyes.
"Jess, I don't know what to say. I'm sorry. And you're aright. I haven't been considerate of your demand, I've just been thinking of my own."
He walked to the sofa 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 sorry. Can we start again ?"
I considered for a here and now, 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 clock time, like he was afraid to hurt me. His hands began working up the nape of my cervix, gently stroking it as he massaged my scalp and played with my hair.
We made out on the couch like a duo of teenager for a while before I rose and took him by the mitt into my bedroom.
We stripped one another like we were kids on Christmas morning, excited to see what lay beneath the wrapping.
Tommy picked me up in his arms and laid me down on the bed as gently as if I were an egg, his sass 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 lilliputian wafture of electrical energy 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 lips of my pussy.
He tongued my clit, and started flicking it back and forth.
He spent several minutes down there licking me, and gave me my start orgasm of the evening.
We spent the punter voice of an time of day defeat, stroking, and teasing each other.
At one point, when he was sucking my clit into his backtalk, he surprised me by gently probing my ass with his pinky.
I had tried anal a few time before, and while I didn't hate it, it also wasn't my showtime choice. But his pinky, gently probing at my anus while he was stimulating my clit with his tongue set me on fire.
The eventide was a beautiful experience, one that I would remember and re-live for a long, tenacious clock time to come.

Until it turned into a violent ass-rape.

Looking across my lawn, holding the flush, I saw Tommy number 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 threshold before leaving a track of flower to my bedroom…..

Tommy served Katie with divorce paper the next week.
She dragged it out with asinine sound proceedings, hoping to break him and get every last cent she could.
It was a messy process, I was deposed, as were a act of Katie's go. She was surprise that Tommy was able to find out about so many of them.
The judge was none too happy about all the wile, and granted roast custody, lessening Tommy's youngster support.
The girls had been unwilling participants in all this drama, and Katie worked to turn them against Tommy and against me.

Tommy and I had several Thomas More rough nights in bed while the divorce dragged on, and he would roll up taking out his ira at Katie by treating me like a sleep together toy.
Although I did turn the mesa 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 pants exposed, left scratch marking on his chest and face, and rode him like a bucking bronco 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 take a crap you angry…"Then we both burst out laughing.

The girls eventually adjusted to the situation. Tommy and I married after the divorce was finalized, and while their mother was still a unremitting prickle in my side, they came to accept me and even love me as their step-mother.

Even though the long time have gone by, Tommy and I still have some boisterous sex at to the lowest degree once a month after Katie has done something to make water off one of us.

Or maybe, just because we like it .