lather was dripping off of Tommy's chin, splashing down onto my face. His oculus were closed as he pounded away at me. My legs were splayed wide, his muscular arms braced on the bed with my genu pinned behind them. I had one hand on my kitty-cat, frigging my clitoris, while my other hand was reaching underneath me, my middle finger pushing in and out of my asshole.
"Keep going sister, I'm almost there."I urged him. He nodded, and increased his pace.
As he kept thrusting deep into my snatch, I could finger the heating oceanic abyss in my loin. I was burning up and dripping purulent juice. The speech sound of our consistence crashing together mix in with the squelching sound of my pussy to make full the room.
"Ohohohoohhhhhhh……. Jessuuuuussssss yeeessssssss ! ! ! ! ! ! !"
My body started convulsing and I exploded all over his rooster as I saw fireworks.
Tommy pulled out of me, and spun my resistless body over. He grabbed my hips and pulled me up to my genu. 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 indorse up and shoved the pillow under my articulatio coxae 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 hand 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 principal of his cock to my hole. His gumshoe was dripping with my juice, and it popped past times my anatomical sphincter. Once he had the caput 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 hand and held me still. He was in complete restraint of me now, and had assumed a knock-down saddle horse position.
There was nowhere for me to go, all I could do was just hold still and necessitate it.
Tommy plowed into me, his dick pushing past my sphincter, and deep into my colon. His hip were smacking into my ass cheeks, making a lascivious slapping phone. fret was flying off both of our bodies, soaking the bed sheets underneath us.
I was still coming down from my climax, and my nervus were raw. This potent shtup was almost too much for me. I squeezed my eyes shut, gritted my tooth, and waited for him to finish.
I knew that Tommy had a lot of poop to make for out, and that was why I was here.
I just hoped I could hold up this experience.
Tommy kept slamming into my ass, and after a pair of min, he began grunting in time with his thrusts.
"Take ! That ! gumshoe ! ! choose ! That ! Dick ! !"
"Tommy, please."I pleaded with him.
He slowed a bit, grabbed my hips in his hands, and started slamming into me even harder. His powerful arms pulled me back onto his pecker, impaling me on it.
"piece of ass ! You ! gripe ! ! nookie ! You ! Bitch ! !"
This wasn't sex anymore. This was vehement 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 time lag of the legal profession of my wrought Fe headboard. I was crying and screaming as he kept fucking my ass.
He finally gave a mighty roaring 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 close to him.
"Shhhh, it's okay Katie."
I wiped tears 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 tool as gently as I could.
I limped towards the bath with his cum dripping down my leg.
I flipped on the light-colored shift and wet down a wash material to cleanse myself. As I wiped his cum from my leg, I discovered that I was bleeding as well.

Tommy appeared behind me, shame and guilt on his face.
"Jess, I'm sorry."
I glared at him in the mirror.
"What exactly are you sorry about, Tommy ? For raping my ass, or calling me by your married woman's name ?"
He stared at the story."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 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 morning and tended to my job, moving slowly after the old nights result. As I eventually worked my way back to the front of the sign, I found a corsage of white rosebush on the forepart porch. A little bill was attached with a simple 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 straw man windowpane, gazing across the little horse farm I lived on.
This had once been a sleepy-eyed land community, but about 15 geezerhood ago, actual estate developers had come in and bought up all the dry land, transforming our little farm community of interests into an upscale suburban area, replete with gated branch and snobby yuppies.
I still lived in the piffling flesh planetary house that my granddad 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 property, we leased the mineral right, and sat back to gather up the royal house checks.
I ran a large stable on our prop, and all the snobs kept their horses boarded there. It was a labor of love for me, a way to retain busy.
My husband Jake had been killed several long time ago by a drunk device driver, so I was alone now, a widow in her former 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 piddling young lady, and an absolutely gorgeous wife, who was also a world class snoot.
She was always dressed to the ball club in the modish house decorator way, carried Fendi pocketbook, and wore Manolo Blahnik shoes. She was constantly on the go ; Pilate, Yoga, the gym, lawn tennis nine, Country golf-club, fuzz beauty shop, manicurist, and whatever big social event was coming up.
They had a nanny for their small girls since Tommy was always at work, and she had her socializing to attend to to.
The little girl often came over to turn on the cavalry. I would welt them on, and gently lead a tame maria around in a traffic circle. They would get to eat her Malus pumila when they were done, and they thought it was just the greatest thing in the world.

One Sabbatum, I heard a whack at my door.
I answered and discovered Tommy outside with the miss, his lips drawn tight.
"Jess, I'm awfully sorry to spring this on you, but could I leave the missy here for the day ? We're having a kin emergency."
Little Amanda, the youthful of the two looked at me with red rimmed eyes.
"mama and daddy are fighting."She whispered.
"Shhhhhh !"Dawn, two years older, gave her sister a trigger-happy 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 luncheon and go take a drive, 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 incommodiousness Jess, I appreciate it."
I nodded at her."No problem Katie, we had a grand afternoon."
Amanda looked at her mother with trepidation."Are you and daddy getting a divorce ?"
Katie blanched at that."Amanda ! What kind of question is that ? Not in front of strangers ! ! !"
Amanda looked at me."Jess isn't a stranger."
Katie huffed."wellspring she's not mob. Let's go."
And they left without another word.

A duo of solar day later I was tending to some study on the edge the property and saw Tommy over the fence in his pool.
"How are you doing ?"
He looked up at me.
"Not too well. Katie took the girls and went to her mom's."
"I'm sorry."He looked so dejected ; my center went out to him.
"Tommy, would you like to come over for dinner tonight ? It may do you some good."
He smiled wanly at me, and thanked me.
"I don't like eating by myself at dwelling house, it feels … unnatural."

He showed up that evening with a bottle of wine, and I grilled two steaks with baked potatoes and corn on the cob.
We ate and chatted about worldly concern thing, electric current events, and sports.
"This is nice."He said as we cleared away the dishes."Katie's only interested in manner and society rumormonger. I can't recall the last veridical 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 pallium where there were several pictures of Jake.
"How long have you been alone now, Jess ?"
"septenary years."I replied.
"I don't know how you do it."He sighed. He recovered himself quickly."Jess, I'm sorry, I didn't mean…. I'm sorry."
"It's ok."I told him."I've gotten used to it."

He left shortly thereafter. The next day, he texted me."Dinner tonight at my place ? I owe you."
That Night, I arrived with a 6 pack of Coors Light.
"I'm a redneck girl."I told him with a smile.
"amercement by me,"he replied."It's good to be able to just relax and be real."
I glanced around the cavernous sustenance way. Everywhere you looked you saw expensive furnishings and medal. The family portrait seemed a little too perfective, if you know what I mean. Posed and polished, but ….. empty somehow.
Tommy pulled out get hold of 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 girl. He had gone into the family job, and done pretty well, as evidenced by the firm we were sitting in.
But despite the money, he was a pretty anchor guy who reminded me a lot of Jake. His dad had built the business from the terra firma up, and Tommy had spent his summers working for him, starting as an intern, and working in various low-level task throughout the company each year, gradually learning the business. He had worked hard, and was on the verge of buying his dad out, something that Katie couldn't fathom.
"She doesn't understand why he won't just give it to me. I'm afraid she doesn't always live in the real world. She's worried about the way it will impact our lifestyle when we don't have so a great deal liquidity."
"Is that why she's gone ?"It wasn't too surprising. Financial problems are the number one event for marital couple 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 protruding, often to my surprise. It was a like a hulk weightiness had been lifted from him.
"It feels good to finally separate someone."
We moved on to lighter topics, and he seemed more relaxed.
We watched the Sunday night game on his big screen, loudly cheering.
I left after the game was over, and he suggested that we get together for Monday nighttime Football and dinner.

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

In the do 24-hour interval, I would get random texts from him, complaining, venting, or just asking how I was doing. Truth to enjoin, I started to feel a little bit uncomfortable about the office. 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 girls in the picture.

A duad of week 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 screwing away from my husband, or I'll hook your fucking eyes out ! ! ! ! !"
I quickly hung up on her, but my earphone kept blowing up with voicemails and threatening schoolbook for the next hour.
The next day, Tommy knocked on my room access, looking apologetic.
"Katie took a look at my headphone, and saw the text. I'm afraid she jumped to stopping point. I told her that nothing happened, but….. well you saw how that worked out."
I nodded.
"Look Tommy, you're a gracious guy, but this position 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 hebdomad at a local anaesthetic bbq hangout. He looked trite and worn down. Despite my intention to not get involved, my nub 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 pattern developed. Katie would look at off without bill, sometimes just for a couple of mean solar day, sometimes for workweek. Sometimes she took the girls, sometimes she left them behind.
Through it all, Tommy tried to preserve a strong front, telling the fille that mommy was going on holiday. Meanwhile, Katie was off doing God-knows-who, and blowing through their bank account.

Whenever she took the girls, Tommy would wind up asking me to join him for dinner. I was suspicious, but by this point, Katie's indiscretions were a bit of an open secret around township. It turned out that she made a wont 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 make their marriage body of work, and then disappearing again.
When she left the girl behind, I would produce myself scarce. I didn't want them telling Katie that I was around.
When she did study the little girl, Tommy and I would fall out and talk.
He joked that I was his unpaid therapist, but as I pointed out, since I wasn't trained or licensed, it all evened out.
As time went on, we wound up becoming very close.

One nighttime, after almost a year of Katie's disappearing and reappearing act, we got together.
I'm not exactly for sure how it happened, maybe it was the beer, but at one point, Tommy leaned in and kissed me. I was shocked at first, but then felt myself responding to him.
I rolled on top of him, my arms wrapping around his cervix as our tongues danced in one another's mouths.
I could find his desire, his need for me, and it mirrored my own.
The pauperism to be touched, to be wanted, to be loved.
I hadn't felt this way in so long, and feeling his touch on my skin inflamed my passions. I wanted him.
I wanted to palpate his mitt on my bare pelt, to feel his lip touch me, to feel him inside of me.
I needed him.
I needed to sense like a woman.
I needed him to hit me finger the way I wanted to feel.
We paused for air, and looked deep into each others eyes.
I saw a intimation of uncertainty in his.
"Jess, maybe we shouldn't. I'm still married, Katie is talking about working affair out…"
I leaned my head against his.
"So assure me Tommy, what exactly do you guess 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 niggling kisses all over his face.
"And what do you think she'll say to you the succeeding metre she sees you ?"
He looked at the ceiling.
"She'll probably tell me that she loves me and wants to sour it out."
I kept kissing him.
"And what else ?"
"That she needs just a little more time …."
I began kissing his neck.
"And what will she do next ?"
Tommy snorted.
"She'll 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 pain 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 loosen my bra.
Tommy was mesmerized by my breasts. I reached down and took his manpower before guiding them to my tilt hard nipples.
However, as soon as he touched me, he pulled his custody 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 sleeping accommodation. I stood in front man of my antique full distance mirror and examined myself.
Was there something faulty with me ?
Was there some flaw that Tommy had seen ?
I piled my blonde tress on top of my head.
Some sparkle lentigo adorned my push button nose.
I had a fortunate complexion that was burnished by my constant open air work.
attention to the horses had given me a firm and toned body.
I examined my weapon. Not overly muscular, you could trace the definition in them. No turkey necks hanging beneath them.
My tit were troll and broad, natural 34 Cs with just the perfective amount of hang.
I rubbed my hands in lazy circles on them.
My fingers twisted my pert nipples like tuner dials.
With one bridge player still fondling my breast, I traced the fingernails of my loose handwriting down my tight stomach. You could clearly see the definition of my abdomen.
I made my way further Dixieland, down along my bare pubis. No FUPA here, I was as 2-dimensional as I had been as a teenager.
I traced the outer curved shape of my hips, while turning slightly to examine my ass.
It sat high up and majestic, with no trace of cellulite there, or on my thighs.
Two ten of horseback riding had sculpted my ass and thighs.
My finger located my clit and lightly stroked it, sending a minuscule jolt through my groin.
I started working a single fingerbreadth in and out of my cockeyed pussy.
I hadn't been with a man in a while, and I could tell.
The legal brief make out school term with Tommy had me dripping.
I lay back on my bed and began to form my finger in and out of my increasingly wet pussy.
I could feel my temperature rising when I heard a rap 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 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 anger in his eyes.
"How could she do this to me ? Just string me along and hit me with this ?"
Without thought process, I reached out and pulled him into the house while dropping my robe.
His eyes bulged as he took in my bare 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 ammunition 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 script as he pushed me back against the wall.
With his disengage hired hand, he traced my breasts, before dipping down to my pussy.
Discovering how wet it was, he looked hungrily into my oculus, 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 work force pinned to the wall above my head.
I heard the zipper of his pants coming loose, and then gasped as he pressed his cock against me. He pushed me peg 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 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 question into me, and I do mean pounding. It was like he trying to criticise my cervix out.
I was panting and moaning, and I could hear Tommy behind me, grunting in time with his thrusts.
His constant buffeting was driving me crazy 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 manus, and grabbed my hips, then began forcefully pulling me back onto his shaft. The slapping of our bare skin together echoed through the planetary house. I leaned my face against the paries and began playing with my clit.
I could feel my orgasm swell within me, almost from my toes.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhyyyyyyeeeeeeeessssssss ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"
I felt my kitty 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 peter slip from my pussy.
I turned to face him, and smiled.
He looked down, then away, as if he was ashamed to meet my gaze.
"Ummmmm. I don't know what to say. I'm not really sure enough what just happened."
I was a bit mystified.
"We just made love, what do you intend happened ?"
He looked uncomfortable at that.
"I need to go. I'll song you later."
He quickly pulled his pants up and left, leaving me raw 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 future few days, he seemed to be avoiding me. So that weekend, I decided to press the issue.
I knocked on his social movement door and walked right in. I spun on my heel 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 gather my gaze.
"Katie's talking about working things out again."
"Oh."
I didn't know what to say succeeding, so he filled in the silence.
"She said that she was wild when she told me about the lawyer……"
His vox trailed off, and tear came to his eyes.
"I cheated on my wife ….. I committed adultery."
He shook his chief.
"I can't see you. What we did …. You need to leave. Please don't contact lens me again."
I silently left. Not much I could say to that.

Katie came back home and stayed for a couplet of weeks before disappearing for a holiday weekend.
She then came back for another month, and then left with the little girl again for an extended stay at her mothers.
After about a calendar week, Tommy texted me.
"Can we mouth ?"
I knew I shouldn't, but watching his soap opera from afar had really gotten to me, and I missed him.
After being alone for so many years, I thought that certain needs had long since gone, but they were just lying dormant.
And it wasn't just the sex, it was the society, the amour, the ability to talk to someone on Thomas More than just a casual level. I felt active when I was with him.
"Come by tonight."I replied.

That Nox I sat on my couch while Tommy paced back and forth and spewed all his anger and frustrations out.
For an hour I listened to him ramp against her and how unfair this total situation was, how it was damaging his girls, how it was driving him weirdo, and how it was starting to feign 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 think that she'll quell this fourth dimension ? Until she meets a new personal trainer ? The waiter's assistant at the bbq shack is middling cute. They've hired a new cashier at the grocery store."
His middle flashed as a quickly glared at me.
"Don't you talk about my wife that way !"
"Listen Tommy, you just spent the eventide complaining about her running around on you, and now you're defending her ? Are you even listening to yourself ? Ask yourself what do you think she was doing while she was gone ?"
"She had the little girl 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 attending to her….."
"Tommy, you're working to fasten 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 prevent letting her do it to you some more ! ! When are you going to arouse up ? ! ? ! ? ! ?"
At this point I stood up and started pushing him backwards.
"She's put you through a class of straining ! ! She's yanked you back and forth ! ! She's toying with your emotions ! ! ! She's putting your female child through all of this ! ! And she's been fucking other men ! ! ! !"
I was tempestuous. Whether at Katie or Tommy, I wasn't quite for sure, but I was raging. Truth to enjoin, 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 manus, and pulled me to him for a passionate candy kiss. I eagerly responded, and wrapped my arms around his neck.
He reacted by roughly flinging them away and spinning me around, before forcing me down to my knees on the couch.
He grabbed the waistband of my shorts and yanked them to my articulatio genus, taking my panties with them.
He reached for my pussy and began rubbing his fingers up and down my slit.
I turned my head to bet over my shoulder.
He seemed bedazzle, moving in a lascivious fog.
For some reason, he frightened me a bit. This altogether scenario did.
"Tommy……."
He looked up at me, almost as if he didn't recognize me.
He reached forwards and turned my forefront away from him.
I felt him place his hand on the small of my back as he jabbed at my pussy with his cock. I reached back between my legs to head 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 shoemaker's last encounter, this wasn't gentle, this was a frantic fucking. He didn't precaution about my joy ; he was just taking care 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 eyes were closed, and his face was a writhen mask 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 head hanging down and breathing deeply. The aspect on his cheek was at once furious 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 pants up.
"Jess, I have to go. I'll Call you later."
And with that, he was gone.
I was down on my couch on my knees and articulatio cubiti, his cum soaking into the back of my shirt, with my short circuit and my underwear pulled down far adequate to countenance 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 young woman 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 thinker. Conversation was kept to a minimum, with no quotation of our previous encounter, or the latest evolution in his crumbling marriage.
As I began clearing the mesa, he placed his hand on my hip and pushed me against the tabular array. 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 sentence as he left.

I put my school principal 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 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 succeeding night he was back. There wasn't even the pretense of dinner this meter, as soon as I opened the door, he kissed me heavy and backed me up against the wall. As he went to turn me around, I placed my handwriting 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 little girl that you can come over and make out when you're tempestuous at her."
He pressed his sass 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 understructure ? 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 approximation how that makes me experience ? ? ? ? ? ! !"
bust were starting to course now.
"I'm a good person, and I don't deserve this ! I don't want a everyday lay, or a fuck buddy ! I want someone that I can have a relationship with ! ! I want someone that I can have a go at it 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 pass 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 penury, I've just been thinking of my own."
He walked to the couch and sat down.
I've just had so a great deal 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 center moist.
"I'm really sorry. Can we initiate again ?"
I considered for a present moment, 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 time, like he was afraid to hurt me. His hands began working up the scruff of my neck, gently stroking it as he massaged my scalp and played with my hair.
We made out on the couch like a couple of adolescent for a piece before I rose and took him by the hand 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 set me down on the bed as gently as if I were an egg, his lips never leaving mine.
He caressed my physical structure with his fingerbreadth, gently running them up and down my figure, leaving me shivering as I felt footling waves of electricity from his touch.
This is what I had needed from him, what I had wanted from him.
We weren't fucking tonight, we were making love.
Tommy laid down between my wooden leg and parted the rim of my pussy.
He tongued my clit, and started flicking it back and Forth.
He spent various minutes down there licking me, and gave me my low coming of the evening.
We spent the better character of an hour licking, stroking, and teasing each other.
At one point, when he was sucking my clit into his mouthpiece, he surprised me by gently probing my ass with his pinky.
I had tried anal a few sentence before, and while I didn't hate it, it also wasn't my initiatory choice. But his pinky, gently probing at my anus while he was stimulating my clitoris with his tongue set me on fire.
The evening was a beautiful experience, one that I would remember and re-live for a long, long fourth dimension to come.

Until it turned into a violent ass-rape.

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

Tommy served Katie with divorce composition the side by side week.
She dragged it out with unmindful effectual proceeding, hoping to break him and get every last cent she could.
It was a messy process, I was deposed, as were a number of Katie's whirl. She was surprised that Tommy was able to happen out about so many of them.
The judge was none too happy about all the shenanigans, and granted joint detention, lessening Tommy's child support.
The girls had been unwilling participant in all this drama, and Katie worked to turn them against Tommy and against me.

Tommy and I had various more roughly Night in bed while the divorce dragged on, and he would wind up taking out his wrath at Katie by treating me like a bed toy.
Although I did turn the mesa on him after I was deposed.
That damn attorney had me so worked up, as soon as we got in the car, I attacked Tommy.
I tore his shirt and pants open, left lolly marks on his chest and face, and rode him like a bucking bronco in the drivers seat in the parking garage.
He stared at me with bug eyes after I came and climbed off of him.
"Remind me never to make you angry…"Then we both burst out laughing.

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

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

Or maybe, just because we like it .