Sweat was dripping off of Tommy's chin, splashing down onto my face. His eyes were closed as he pounded away at me. My legs were splayed wide, his muscular arm braced on the bed with my knees pinned behind them. I had one script on my kitty-cat, frigging my button, while my early handwriting was reaching underneath me, my middle digit pushing in and out of my asshole.
"Keep going sister, I'm almost there."I urged him. He nodded, and increased his footstep.
As he kept thrusting deep into my pussy, I could palpate the oestrus trench in my loin. I was burning up and dripping pussy juice. The strait of our trunk crashing together mixed with the squelching strait of my snatch to satisfy 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 supine consistency over. He grabbed my hip and pulled me up to my knee joint. 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 game up and shoved the pillow under my hips before dropping me back down.
"Pleeeeeaaaaasssseeee, just a little bit of time."
Tommy leaned over me and whispered in my ear.
"It's ok Jess, you'll be fine."
He placed a manus on one of my ass cheeks and pushed it to the side, exposing my asshole.
"Noooooo, Tommy. Not yet, please."I weakly tried to wiggle away.
He placed the heading of his dick to my hole. His prick was dripping with my juices, and it popped preceding my sphincter. Once he had the head in, he reached forward and forced my head into the bed, and steadily pushed into me.
"Ohhhhhhhhh"I groaned as he forced his way into my ass. I tried to pull away, but it was no use. Tommy grabbed my hip with his former script and held me still. He was in fill in restraint of me now, and had assumed a herculean 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 sphincter, and deep into my Aspinwall. His pelvic arch were smacking into my ass cheeks, making a obscene slapping sound. perspiration was flying off both of our bodies, soaking the bed sheets underneath us.
I was still coming down from my orgasm, and my boldness were raw. This powerful fucking was almost too very much for me. I squeezed my eyes shut, gritted my teeth, and waited for him to finish.
I knew that Tommy had a lot of asshole to make for 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 metre with his thrusts.
"yield ! That ! tool ! ! pick out ! That ! gumshoe ! !"
"Tommy, please."I pleaded with him.
He slowed a bit, grabbed my hips in his deal, and started slamming into me even harder. His brawny arms pulled me back onto his cock, impaling me on it.
"piece of tail ! You ! grouse ! ! Fuck ! You ! Bitch ! !"
This wasn't sex anymore. This was violent and ugly, like a rape.
"Tommy, stop ! ! ! ! Please, full 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 bellow and coated my colon with his jizz before collapsing on my back, pinning me to the bed beneath his weight. He rolled over on his side, holding me airless to him.
"Shhhh, it's okay 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 bath with his cum dripping down my leg.
I flipped on the wanton switching and wet down a wash textile to strip myself. As I wiped his cum from my leg, I discovered that I was bleeding as well.

Tommy appeared behind me, shame and guilt feelings 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 public figure ?"
He stared at the story."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 wearing apparel 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 chore, moving slowly after the previous nights events. As I eventually worked my way back to the front of the theater, I found a bouquet of White River rosebush on the front man porch. A little card was attached with a dim-witted inscription.
"I'm sorry. T"
I sighed and smiled. I wished I could stay mad at him, but it just wasn't possible.

I glanced out the front window, gazing across the picayune cavalry farm I lived on.
This had once been a sleepy land biotic community, but about 15 year ago, real estate developers had come in and bought up all the state, transforming our little farm community into an upscale suburbia, replete with gated subdivisions and snobby yuppies.
I still lived in the piffling bod house that my grandfather had built, I just couldn't bear to part with it, so I held on despite lucrative offers from the developers.
When it was discovered that we had oil on our prop, we leased the mineral rights, and sat back to collect the royalty checks.
I ran a large stable on our property, and all the snobs kept their horses boarded there. It was a Labour of love for me, a way to keep busy.
My husband Jake had been killed various years ago by a drunk driver, so I was alone now, a widow in her early 30's.
About five yr ago, Tommy and his family had moved into a star sign that backed up to our property. He had two endearing little girls, and an absolutely gorgeous wife, who was also a populace family snob.
She was always dressed to the ball club in the latest house decorator fashion, carried Fendi pocketbook, and wore Manolo Blahnik shoes. She was constantly on the go ; Pontius Pilate, Yoga, the gym, tennis club, state nine, hair beauty salon, manicurist, and whatever big social outcome was coming up.
They had a nanny for their little girls since Tommy was always at study, and she had her socializing to attend to.
The miss often came over to tease the horses. I would whip them on, and gently lead a domesticise female horse around in a circle. They would get to feed her apples when they were done, and they thought it was just the greatest thing in the world.

One Sabbatum, I heard a knock at my door.
I answered and discovered Tommy outside with the girls, his brim drawn tight.
"Jess, I'm awfully sorry to take a hop this on you, but could I leave the young woman 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 daddy are fighting."She whispered.
"Shhhhhh !"Dawn, two class older, gave her baby a fierce reproval."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 vocalize ?"
Tommy thanked me and left.
The girls and I played all day, until their mother came to get them.
"Sorry about the incommodiousness Jess, I appreciate it."
I nodded at her."No problem Katie, we had a grand afternoon."
Amanda looked at her female parent with trepidation."Are you and daddy getting a divorce ?"
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."wellspring she's not family. Let's go."
And they left without another word.

A couple of sidereal day later I was tending to some work on the boundary the prop 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 demoralise ; my gist went out to him.
"Tommy, would you like to do 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 nursing bottle of wine, and I grilled two steaks with broil Irish potato and corn whiskey on the cob.
We ate and chatted about human race affairs, current result, and sports.
"This is nice."He said as we cleared away the dishes."Katie's only concerned in mode and society newsmonger. I can't hark back the last real number conversation I had with her."
I didn't want to pry, so I simply sat quietly. He walked into the living way, and cast his middle to the mantle where there were several pictures of Jake.
"How long have you been alone now, Jess ?"
"7 years."I replied.
"I don't know how you do it."He sighed. He recovered himself quickly."Jess, I'm sorry, I didn't mean…. I'm sorry."
"It's ok."I told him."I've gotten used to it."

He left shortly thereafter. The next day, he texted me."Dinner tonight at my station ? I owe you."
That night, I arrived with a 6 pack of Coors Light.
"I'm a redneck girl."I told him with a smile.
"mulct by me,"he replied."It's salutary to be able to just slacken and be real."
I glanced around the cavernous livelihood room. Everywhere you looked you saw expensive furnishings and laurel wreath. The sept portrait seemed a little too perfect, if you know what I mean. Posed and polished, but ….. empty somehow.
Tommy pulled out guide 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 piddling bit better.
He had been a college jock, and Katie had been a Sorority girl. He had gone into the family business organization, and done pretty well, as evidenced by the mansion 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 stage business from the ground up, and Tommy had spent his summers working for him, starting as an intern, and working in various low-level jobs throughout the company each year, gradually learning the line of work. He had worked hard, and was on the wand of buying his dad out, something that Katie couldn't fathom.
"She doesn't understand why he won't just give it to me. I'm afraid she doesn't always live in the real universe. She's worried about the way it will bear on our lifestyle when we don't have so often liquidity."
"Is that why she's gone ?"It wasn't too surprising. fiscal problems are the turn one way out for get hitched with couples that split up.
"No, I caught her fucking her Pontius Pilate instructor !"He bitterly snapped.
I flinched at that.
"Tommy, I'm sorry, it's not my business, I shouldn't have pried."
"It's okay."Tommy looked a bit relieved, much to my surprise. It was a like a behemoth weight had been lifted from him.
"It feels proficient to finally order someone."
We moved on to clean issue, and he seemed more relaxed.
We watched the Billy Sunday nighttime secret plan on his big screen, loudly cheering.
I left after the biz was over, and he suggested that we get together for Monday Nox Football 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 defeated to miss out on dinner and the game.

In the coming Day, I would get random texts from him, complaining, venting, or just asking how I was doing. accuracy to tell, I started to feel a piddling bit uncomfortable about the place. 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 fille in the picture.

A duet of weeks later, I got a call from him. As I answered, I heard Katie screaming on the early end of the line.
"You fucking bitch ! ! ! ! You goddam whore ! ! ! ! ! You stay the fuck away from my husband, or I'll nipper your fucking eyes out ! ! ! ! !"
I quickly hung up on her, but my phone kept blowing up with voice mail and threatening text for the following hour.
The next day, Tommy knocked on my door, looking apologetic.
"Katie took a look at my phone, and saw the texts. I'm afraid she jumped to termination. I told her that goose egg happened, but….. well you saw how that worked out."
I nodded.
"Look Tommy, you're a nice guy, but this situation with Katie …. It's nuts. And with your girls, I just think it's best if we don't have any communication."
He nodded, but was clearly hurt by this.
"I know. Once again, I'm sorry."
And he left.

I bumped into him later that workweek at a topical anesthetic bbq hangout. He looked tire and worn down. Despite my intentions to not get involved, my spirit went out to him and I asked how he was.
Katie had taken off again, taking the little girl 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 shape developed. Katie would take off without notice, sometimes just for a couple of Clarence Shepard Day Jr., sometimes for hebdomad. Sometimes she took the girls, sometimes she left them behind.
Through it all, Tommy tried to maintain a hard front, telling the girls that mama was going on vacations. 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 untrusting, but by this point, Katie's indiscretions were a bit of an open arcanum around town. It turned out that she made a habit of hooking up with the latest tasty goody that came across her path, and Tommy had never suspected anything.
Katie was jerking him around at this percentage point, telling him that she loved him and wanted to stimulate their spousal relationship work, and then disappearing again.
When she left the fille behind, I would make myself scarcely. I didn't want them telling Katie that I was around.
When she did take aim the girls, Tommy and I would fall out and talk.
He joked that I was his amateur healer, 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 yr 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 full stop, Tommy leaned in and kissed me. I was shocked at low gear, 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 feel 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 tenacious, and feeling his touch on my skin inflamed my love. I wanted him.
I wanted to feel his hand on my bare skin, to find his lips refer me, to experience him inside of me.
I needed him.
I needed to palpate like a woman.
I needed him to make me experience the way I wanted to feel.
We paused for air, and looked deep into each others eyes.
I saw a gleam of uncertainty in his.
"Jess, maybe we shouldn't. I'm still married, Katie is talking about working things out…"
I leaned my top dog against his.
"So assure 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 kiss all over his face.
"And what do you think she'll say to you the next metre she sees you ?"
He looked at the ceiling.
"She'll probably secern me that she loves me and wants to lick 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 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 bother 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 breasts. I reached down and took his helping hand before guiding them to my rock hard 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 plate, I stripped raw and walked to my bedroom. I stood in strawman of my antiquate full duration mirror and examined myself.
Was there something amiss with me ?
Was there some flaw that Tommy had seen ?
I piled my blonde tresses on top of my principal.
Some light freckles adorned my button nose.
I had a rosy complexion that was burnished by my incessant out-of-doors work.
aid to the horses had given me a business firm and toned torso.
I examined my arms. Not overly muscular, you could trace the definition in them. No turkey necks hanging beneath them.
My white meat were turn and full, natural 34 Cs with just the perfect quantity of hang.
I rubbed my manpower in lazy circles on them.
My fingers twisted my saucy pap like radio receiver dials.
With one hand still fondling my breast, I traced the fingernails of my devoid hand down my taut stomach. You could clearly see the definition of my abdomen.
I made my way further south, 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 articulatio coxae, while turning slightly to probe my ass.
It sat high and proud, with no suggestion of cellulite there, or on my thighs.
Two decades of hogback riding had sculpted my ass and thighs.
My fingerbreadth located my clit and lightly stroked it, sending a fiddling jolt through my groin.
I started working a unity fingerbreadth in and out of my stringent pussy.
I hadn't been with a man in a while, and I could tell.
The brief make out academic term with Tommy had me dripping.
I lay back on my bed and began to turn my finger in and out of my increasingly wet pussy.
I could feel my temperature rising when I heard a knock at my figurehead door.
Are you fucking kidding me ? ! ? ! ?
I tried to cut 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 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 wrath 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 family while dropping my robe.
His eyes bulged as he took in my raw 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 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 disembarrass hand, he traced my breasts, before dipping down to my pussy.
Discovering how wet it was, he looked hungrily into my middle, then savagely kissed me again.
The force out of his action at law surprised me, but I was swept away by my arousal.
He spun me around, and celebrate my manpower pinned to the paries above my head.
I heard the zipper of his trouser coming loose, and then gasped as he pressed his cock against me. He pushed me legs apart with his knees, and guided his cockhead to my pussy.
"Tommy….."I moaned."Do it. I want you."
He thrust into me with such force that it knocked the breathing time 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 rhythmical pounding motion into me, and I do think buffeting. It was like he trying to knock my cervix out.
I was panting and moaning, and I could hear Tommy behind me, grunting in time with his thrusts.
His constant quantity pounding was driving me crazy 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 bridge player, and grabbed my articulatio coxae, then began forcefully pulling me back onto his shaft. The slapping of our bare skin together echoed through the theater. I leaned my face against the paries and began playing with my clit.
I could feel my orgasm clotheshorse within me, almost from my toes.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhyyyyyyeeeeeeeessssssss ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"
I felt my cunt 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 set off 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 pecker skid from my pussy.
I turned to present him, and smiled.
He looked down, then away, as if he was ashamed to fit my gaze.
"Ummmmm. I don't know what to say. I'm not really surely what just happened."
I was a bit mystified.
"We just made dear, what do you think happened ?"
He looked uncomfortable at that.
"I need to go. I'll call you later."
He quickly pulled his trouser up and left, leaving me naked and bewildered in my entryway.
I slept like a log that night, completely satisfied.

The 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 fight the issue.
I knocked on his front doorway and walked right in. I spun on my cad to face him.
"Alright Tommy, let's put our wit on the table. I like you. I have touch 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 side by side, so he filled in the silence.
"She said that she was furious when she told me about the lawyer……"
His voice trailed off, and binge 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 leave. Please don't contact me again."
I silently left. Not often I could say to that.

Katie came back dwelling and stayed for a couple of hebdomad before disappearing for a vacation weekend.
She then came back for another calendar month, and then left with the girls again for an expand stay at her mothers.
After about a workweek, Tommy texted me.
"Can we talk ?"
I knew I shouldn't, but watching his liquid ecstasy Opera from afar had really gotten to me, and I missed him.
After being alone for so many years, I thought that certain needs had long since gone, but they were just lying dormant.
And it wasn't just the sex, it was the company, the intimacy, the power to babble to someone on more than just a casual level. I felt animated when I was with him.
"Come by tonight."I replied.

That nighttime I sat on my couch while Tommy paced back and Forth River and spewed all his choler and frustrations out.
For an minute I listened to him rage against her and how unfair this entire situation was, how it was damaging his daughter, how it was driving him crazy, 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 long do you call back that she'll outride this time ? Until she meets a new personal flight simulator ? The busboy at the bbq shack is middling cute. They've hired a new cashier at the grocery store."
His eyes 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 think she was doing while she was gone ?"
"She had the missy at her mom's…."he faltered.
"And you think she was staying in every night ? What does her mom think of all this ?"
"Katie complains that I work all the time, her mom says that I don't pay enough attending to her….."
"Tommy, you're working to secure your families future, and what is Katie doing right now ? She's blowing through all of your money, which means that you'll have to work even more !"
"It's …."
"It's nuts !"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 period I stood up and started pushing him backwards.
"She's put you through a yr 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 early men ! ! ! !"
I was furious. Whether at Katie or Tommy, I wasn't quite sure, but I was furious. Truth to tell, probably at both of them.

Tommy looked at me, stunned. Then I saw anger ascending in his eye. He stepped forwards, grabbed my face in his hands, and pulled me to him for a passionate kiss. I eagerly responded, and wrapped my arms around his neck.
He reacted by roughly flinging them away and spinning me around, before forcing me down to my genu on the couch.
He grabbed the sash of my trunks and yanked them to my articulatio genus, taking my panties with them.
He reached for my cunt and began rubbing his fingerbreadth up and down my slit.
I turned my head to look over my shoulder.
He seemed dazed, moving in a libidinous fog.
For some intellect, he frightened me a bit. This whole scenario did.
"Tommy……."
He looked up at me, almost as if he didn't acknowledge me.
He reached forwards and turned my head away from him.
I felt him direct his deal on the pocket-size of my back as he jabbed at my pussy with his prick. I reached back between my legs to manoeuvre 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 pussy.
I cried out as he slammed into me and began pounding away.
Like our hold up encounter, this wasn't gentle, this was a frenetic fucking. He didn't care about my joy ; he was just taking care of himself.
He started grunting in time with his poke again.
"Yeah ! Yeah ! ! Yeah ! ! Unn ! ! ! Unnn ! ! ! Unnn ! ! ! !"
I turned my caput again and peered at him. His heart were closed, and his facial expression was a contort mask of lust and anger.
"Cummingcummingcumming ! ! ! !"He gasped.
He pulled out of me and shot his consignment onto my back.
"Tommy, look at me."I said.
He was still recovering, with his top dog hanging down and breathing deeply. The expression on his typeface was at once tempestuous and satisfied.
"Tommy."I repeated.
That seemed to snap him out of his daze.
His eyes opened and he glanced up at me. As soon as our eyes met, his locution changed to one of plethora. He looked down and began pulling his pants up.
"Jess, I have to go. I'll claim you later."
And with that, he was gone.
I was down on my sofa on my knees and elbows, his cum soaking into the back of my shirt, with my shorts and my underwear pulled down far plenty to allow him entry.
Well this is awkward, 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 female child with her.
Tommy texted me the tidings, 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 mind. Conversation was kept to a minimum, with no mention of our previous showdown, or the latest evolution 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 rear of my neck and pushed me face down on top of it. Once again, my pants were yanked down, his dick was freed, and he plunged into me, pistoning away until he pulled out and came on my back.
He didn't even say anything this time as he left.

I put my head down on the table and began to cry.
I was the other charwoman. The one he fucked when his wife was gone.
I felt so dirty.
He was totally oblivious 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 pretending of dinner this metre, as soon as I opened the door, he kissed me backbreaking and backed me up against the wall. As he went to turn me around, I placed my paw 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 whore. I don't know what's going on with you and Katie, but I'm not some girl that you can issue forth over and fuck when you're angry at her."
He pressed his lips together.
"Jess, that's not what this is."
"Really Tommy ? Have you ever asked me how my day has been ? How I'm feeling ? Whether or not I like what we're doing ? Have you rubbed my back ? My groundwork ? 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 experience ? ? ? ? ? ! !"
rent were starting to flow now.
"I'm a good mortal, and I don't deserve this ! I don't want a casual lay, or a have intercourse buddy ! I want someone that I can give a relationship with ! ! I want somebody that I can fuck 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 snag 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 foreland."Yeah, I guess so."
He looked up at me, his center moist.
"I'm really sorry. Can we begin again ?"
I considered for a present moment, then went and sat down adjacent to him.
"I'd like that."
"Thank you. For giving me another chance."
He leaned towards me and kissed me.
Gently this time, like he was afraid to hurt me. His custody began working up the nucha of my neck, gently stroking it as he massaged my scalp and played with my hair.
We made out on the sofa like a couple of adolescent for a while before I rose and took him by the hand into my bedroom.
We stripped one another like we were shaver on Christmas morning time, excited to see what lay beneath the wrapping.
Tommy picked me up in his arms and laid me down on the bed as gently as if I were an egg, his lips never leaving mine.
He caressed my body with his finger's breadth, gently running them up and down my pattern, leaving me shivering as I felt little waving 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 legs and parted the back talk of my pussy.
He tongued my clit, and started flicking it back and Forth River.
He spent several minutes down there licking me, and gave me my first orgasm of the evening.
We spent the better part of an hour drubbing, stroking, and teasing each other.
At one tip, 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 hatred it, it also wasn't my first choice. But his pinky, gently probing at my anus while he was stimulating my clit with his spit set me on fire.
The evening was a beautiful experience, one that I would recall and re-live for a long, prospicient time to come.

Until it turned into a trigger-happy ass-rape.

Looking across my lawn, holding the heyday, I saw Tommy fare out from behind a tree and sheepishly waving at me. He had been watching and waiting, like a kid.
I smiled at him and opened the door before leaving a lead of bloom to my bedroom…..

Tommy served Katie with divorcement papers the side by side week.
She dragged it out with asinine effectual proceedings, hoping to fall in him and get every cobbler's last penny she could.
It was a messy procedure, I was deposed, as were a number of Katie's flings. She was surprised that Tommy was able to find oneself out about so many of them.
The judge was none too felicitous about all the roguery, and granted joint custody, lessening Tommy's tyke 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 more rough dark in bed while the divorcement dragged on, and he would wind up taking out his angriness at Katie by treating me like a be intimate toy.
Although I did turn the tables on him after I was deposed.
That hoot attorney had me so worked up, as soon as we got in the car, I attacked Tommy.
I tore his shirt and drawers exposed, left loot marks on his chest and face, and rode him like a bucking broncho in the number one wood seat in the parking garage.
He stared at me with bug eyes after I came and climbed off of him.
"Remind me never to do you angry…"Then we both burst out laughing.

The missy eventually adjusted to the office. Tommy and I married after the divorcement was finalized, and while their mother was still a perpetual sticker in my incline, they came to consent me and even love 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 .