Sweat was dripping off of Tommy's Chin, splashing down onto my face. His optic were closed as he pounded away at me. My pegleg were splayed full, his muscular weapon system braced on the bed with my human knee pinned behind them. I had one paw on my kitty, frigging my button, while my other hand was reaching underneath me, my middle fingerbreadth pushing in and out of my asshole.
"keep going baby, I'm almost there."I urged him. He nodded, and increased his pace.
As he kept thrusting deep into my kitty-cat, I could feel the heat oceanic abyss in my lumbus. I was burning up and dripping pussy juice. The sound of our bodies crashing together mixed with the squelching audio of my snatch to sate the room.
"Ohohohoohhhhhhh……. Jessuuuuussssss yeeessssssss ! ! ! ! ! ! !"
My consistency started convulsing and I exploded all over his turncock as I saw fireworks.
Tommy pulled out of me, and spin around my resistless body over. He grabbed my hip and pulled me up to my knees. I collapsed back down onto the bed and groaned.
"Tommy no, I can't, I need a break."I weakly protested.
Tommy ignored me and grabbed a pillow. He yanked me plump for up and shoved the pillow under my pelvic girdle 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 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 head teacher of his cock to my mess. His dick was dripping with my juices, and it popped past my sphincter. Once he had the head in, he reached forward and forced my straits into the bed, and steadily pushed into me.
"Ohhhhhhhhh"I groaned as he forced his way into my ass. I tried to overstretch away, but it was no use. Tommy grabbed my hip with his other hired hand and held me still. He was in complete control of me now, and had assumed a muscular riding horse 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 El Salvadoran colon. His pelvic girdle were smacking into my ass cheeks, making a lewd slapping sound. exertion was flying off both of our torso, soaking the bed sheets underneath us.
I was still coming down from my orgasm, and my nerves were raw. This mightily piece of ass was almost too much for me. I squeezed my eyes shut, gritted my tooth, and waited for him to cease.
I knew that Tommy had a lot of shit to put 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 minutes, he began grunting in time with his thrusts.
"payoff ! That ! gumshoe ! ! submit ! That ! Dick ! !"
"Tommy, please."I pleaded with him.
He slowed a bit, grabbed my rosehip in his hands, and started slamming into me even harder. His muscular weapon pulled me back onto his cock, impaling me on it.
"nooky ! You ! holler ! ! shtup ! You ! crab ! !"
This wasn't sex anymore. This was trigger-happy and ugly, like a rape.
"Tommy, stop ! ! ! ! Please, stop consonant ! ! ! ! ! !"
He either couldn't hear me, or was ignoring me, and kept pounding into my ass. I reached forward and grabbed hold of the parallel bars of my wrought iron 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 spine, pinning me to the bed beneath his free weight. He rolled over on his side, holding me close to him.
"Shhhh, it's fine Katie."
I wiped teardrop from my oculus 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 shaft as gently as I could.
I limped towards the bathroom with his cum dripping down my leg.
I flipped on the promiscuous shift and wet down a wash cloth to scavenge myself. As I wiped his cum from my leg, I discovered that I was bleeding as well.

Tommy appeared behind me, ignominy and guilty conscience 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 trading floor."All of it. I don't know what to say. I can only rationalize to you again, I don't know what came over me."
I looked down at the sink."I think you practiced go."
He nodded, apologized again, gathered his clothes and walked out of the way. I went back to bed and fell asleep, exhausted.

I awoke early the succeeding morning and tended to my job, moving slowly after the former dark events. As I eventually worked my way back to the strawman of the house, I found a bouquet of White person roses on the strawman porch. A small bill of fare 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 front windowpane, gazing across the lilliputian horse farm I lived on.
This had once been a sleepy farming community, but about 15 years ago, really estate developers had come in and bought up all the estate, transforming our footling farm community into an upscale suburb, replete with gated subdivisions and snobby yuppies.
I still lived in the footling frame house that my gramps had built, I just couldn't bear to parting 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 roll up the royalty checks.
I ran a large stable on our belongings, and all the prig kept their cavalry boarded there. It was a labor of honey for me, a way to celebrate busy.
My married man Jake had been killed several eld ago by a drunk driver, so I was alone now, a widow in her early 30's.
About five years ago, Tommy and his family had moved into a house that backed up to our property. He had two adorable slight young woman, and an absolutely gorgeous married woman, who was also a earthly concern class snob.
She was always dressed to the nines in the latest room decorator style, carried Fendi purses, and wore Manolo Blahnik brake shoe. She was constantly on the go ; Pilate, Yoga, the gym, tennis club, Country club, fuzz salon, manicurist, and whatever big social event was coming up.
They had a nanny for their little girls since Tommy was always at work, and she had her socializing to attend to.
The girls often came over to ride the gymnastic horse. I would strap them on, and gently lead a tame maria 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 Saturday, I heard a knock at my door.
I answered and discovered Tommy outside with the girls, his back talk drawn tight.
"Jess, I'm awfully sorry to take form this on you, but could I leave the girl here for the day ? We're having a family emergency."
Little Amanda, the younger of the two looked at me with red rimmed eyes.
"mama and daddy are fighting."She whispered.
"Shhhhhh !"aurora, two age older, gave her sister 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 have a ride, how does that sound ?"
Tommy thanked me and left.
The missy and I played all day, until their female parent came to get them.
"Sorry about the inconvenience Jess, I appreciate it."
I nodded at her."No problem Katie, we had a opulent afternoon."
Amanda looked at her mother with trepidation."Are you and daddy getting a divorcement ?"
Katie blanched at that."Amanda ! What variety of question 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 span of twenty-four hours later I was tending to some work on the boundary 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 heart went out to him.
"Tommy, would you like to come over for dinner tonight ? It may do you some good."
He smiled wanly at me, and thanked me.
"I don't like eating by myself at nursing home, it feels … unnatural."

He showed up that evening with a bottle of wine-colored, and I grilled two steaks with baked potatoes and corn on the cob.
We ate and chatted about world affairs, current events, and sports.
"This is nice."He said as we cleared away the dishes."Katie's only interested in fashion and order gossip. I can't call up the last real conversation I had with her."
I didn't want to pry, so I simply sat quietly. He walked into the animation room, and cast his eyes to the blanket where there were several image of Jake.
"How long have you been alone now, Jess ?"
"seven-spot 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 berth ? I owe you."
That night, I arrived with a 6 gang of Coors Light.
"I'm a redneck girl."I told him with a smile.
"mulct by me,"he replied."It's in effect to be able to just loosen and be real."
I glanced around the cavernous support way. Everywhere you looked you saw expensive furnishing and medallion. The crime syndicate 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 crime syndicate occupation, and done pretty well, as evidenced by the house we were sitting in.
But despite the money, he was a pretty grounded guy who reminded me a lot of Jake. His dad had built the business from the ground up, and Tommy had spent his summertime working for him, starting as an houseman, and working in respective low-level line throughout the fellowship each yr, 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 give it to me. I'm afraid she doesn't always live in the real human beings. She's worried about the way it will touch our lifestyle when we don't have so much liquidity."
"Is that why she's gone ?"It wasn't too storm. financial trouble are the number one publication for hook up with duet that split up.
"No, I caught her fucking her Pilate instructor !"He bitterly snapped.
I flinched at that.
"Tommy, I'm sorry, it's not my patronage, 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 good to finally tell someone."
We moved on to lighter matter, and he seemed more relaxed.
We watched the Sunday night game on his big screen, loudly cheering.
I left after the biz was over, and he suggested that we get together for Monday Night 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 disappointed to miss out on dinner and the game.

In the add up days, I would get random texts from him, complaining, venting, or just asking how I was doing. accuracy to tell, I started to feel a little 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 derive between the two of them, especially not with two little girls in the picture.

A couple of calendar week later, I got a shout from him. As I answered, I heard Katie screaming on the other end of the line.
"You fucking bitch ! ! ! ! You goddam whore ! ! ! ! ! You stay the fuck away from my married man, or I'll nipper your fucking center out ! ! ! ! !"
I quickly hung up on her, but my phone kept blowing up with voice mail and threatening textbook for the next hour.
The next day, Tommy knocked on my threshold, looking apologetic.
"Katie took a face at my phone, and saw the texts. I'm afraid she jumped to termination. 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 billet 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 week at a topical anaesthetic bbq hangout. He looked play out and wear off down. Despite my intent to not get involved, my heart went out to him and I asked how he was.
Katie had taken off again, taking the daughter with her. He had no melodic theme 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 take off without notice, sometimes just for a couple of days, sometimes for hebdomad. Sometimes she took the young woman, sometimes she left them behind.
Through it all, Tommy tried to maintain a strong front, telling the daughter that mommy was going on vacations. Meanwhile, Katie was off doing God-knows-who, and blowing through their cant account.

Whenever she took the young woman, Tommy would lift up asking me to conjoin him for dinner. I was suspicious, but by this full stop, Katie's indiscretion were a bit of an subject secret around town. It turned out that she made a drug abuse of hooking up with the latest tasty treat that came across her path, and Tommy had never suspected anything.
Katie was jerking him around at this full stop, telling him that she loved him and wanted to pretend their marriage work, and then disappearing again.
When she left the girls behind, I would make myself scarce. I didn't want them telling Katie that I was around.
When she did lease the girlfriend, Tommy and I would hang out and talk.
He joked that I was his unpaid therapist, but as I pointed out, since I wasn't trained or licensed, it all evened out.
As time went on, we wound up becoming very close.

One night, after almost a year of Katie's disappearing and reappearing act, we got together.
I'm not exactly sure how it happened, maybe it was the beer, but at one 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 neck as our tongues danced in one another's mouths.
I could feel his desire, his indigence for me, and it mirrored my own.
The indigence to be touched, to be wanted, to be loved.
I hadn't felt this way in so long, and feeling his jot on my tegument inflamed my rage. I wanted him.
I wanted to finger his hands on my bare skin, to finger his sass touch me, to find him inside of me.
I needed him.
I needed to sense like a woman.
I needed him to cook 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 affair out…"
I leaned my fountainhead against his.
"So tell me Tommy, what exactly do you remember your wife is doing right now ?"
He hesitated.
"Well ….. she's probably spending my money and having sex with some random guy."
I began planting little kisses all over his face.
"And what do you intend she'll say to you the next clip 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 prison term …."
I began kissing his neck.
"And what will she do next ?"
Tommy snorted.
"She'll take on 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 thick bluing eyes.
"I don't know if I can."
"Let me serve you."
I sat back and pulled my shirt off over my headway, and undid my bra.
Tommy was mesmerized by my chest. I reached down and took his custody before guiding them to my rock arduous nipples.
However, as soon as he touched me, he pulled his manus away as though they had been scalded.
"I can't …. I can't. I'm sorry."
He sat up, and I rolled off of him as he stood and walked away from the couch.
"I think you should go."
I couldn't believe this.
I pulled my shirt back on and left without a word.

As soon as I got home, I stripped naked and walked to my bedroom. I stood in front of my antique full length mirror and examined myself.
Was there something ill-timed with me ?
Was there some flaw that Tommy had seen ?
I piled my blonde tresses on top of my read/write head.
Some loose freckle adorned my push button nose.
I had a rosy skin colour that was burnished by my changeless out-of-doors work.
attention to the cavalry had given me a firm and toned body.
I examined my arms. Not overly sinewy, you could trace the definition in them. No Republic of Turkey necks hanging beneath them.
My chest were round and full, natural 34 Cs with just the perfect amount of hang.
I rubbed my hands in otiose circles on them.
My finger twisted my saucy nipples like radio dials.
With one hand still fondling my breast, I traced the fingernails of my rid mitt down my taut stomach. You could clearly see the definition of my abdomen.
I made my way further Dixie, down along my bare pubis. No FUPA here, I was as flat as I had been as a teenager.
I traced the outer curve ball of my hips, while turning slightly to examine my ass.
It sat high and proud, with no hint of cellulite there, or on my thighs.
Two decades of horseback riding had sculpted my ass and thighs.
My digit located my clit and lightly stroked it, sending a picayune saccade through my groin.
I started working a single finger in and out of my tight pussy.
I hadn't been with a man in a piece, and I could tell.
The legal brief make out session with Tommy had me dripping.
I lay back on my bed and began to work my fingerbreadth in and out of my increasingly wet pussy.
I could feel my temperature rising when I heard a knocking at my forepart door.
Are you fucking kidding me ? ! ? ! ?
I tried to brush aside it when I heard Tommy's voice.
"Jess, undecided 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 angriness in his eyes.
"How could she do this to me ? Just string me along and hit me with this ?"
Without thinking, I reached out and pulled him into the house while dropping my robe.
His oculus bulged as he took in my defenseless form.
I pulled him to me and kissed him.
He responded forcefully, plunging his natural language deep into my mouth while he yanked off his swath 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 hands as he pushed me back against the wall.
With his discharge deal, 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 force of his action surprised me, but I was swept away by my arousal.
He spun me around, and kept my hands 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 wooden leg 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 military 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 bulwark above my head.
Tommy wasn't building up to anything, he started a rhythmic pounding motion into me, and I do average throb. It was like he trying to tap my neck out.
I was panting and moaning, and I could pick up Tommy behind me, grunting in time with his thrusts.
His unremitting hammering was driving me crazy after I had gone so long without penetration. I began gasping and begged him to rub my clitoris to set me off.
Instead, he released my manpower, and grabbed my hips, then began forcefully pulling me back onto his shaft. The slapping of our bare skin together echoed through the sign of the zodiac. I leaned my face against the paries and began playing with my clit.
I could finger my orgasm swell within me, almost from my toes.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhyyyyyyeeeeeeeessssssss ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"
I felt my slit clamp down on his pecker, 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 case 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 certainly 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 you later."
He quickly pulled his trouser up and left, leaving me au naturel and bewildered in my entryway.
I slept like a log that night, completely satisfied.

The future day, I texted him for dinner, but he begged off. Over the next few Clarence Day, he seemed to be avoiding me. So that weekend, I decided to press the issue.
I knocked on his front room access and walked right in. I spun on my dog to face him.
"Alright Tommy, let's put our plug-in 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 conform to my gaze.
"Katie's talking about working things out again."
"Oh."
I didn't know what to say adjacent, so he filled in the silence.
"She said that she was tempestuous when she told me about the lawyer……"
His articulation 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 leave. Please don't contact me again."
I silently left. Not much I could say to that.

Katie came back home and stayed for a couple of hebdomad before disappearing for a vacation weekend.
She then came back for another month, and then left with the girls again for an prolonged stay at her mothers.
After about a week, Tommy texted me.
"Can we blab out ?"
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 motive had long since gone, but they were just lying dormant.
And it wasn't just the sex, it was the companionship, the involvement, the power to talk to individual on more than just a casual point. I felt alive when I was with him.
"Come by tonight."I replied.

That dark I sat on my couch while Tommy paced back and forth and spewed all his anger and frustrations out.
For an time of day I listened to him rage against her and how unjust this total spot was, how it was damaging his missy, how it was driving him crazy, and how it was starting to impact his business.
Finally, his phone buzzed.
He looked down at it.
"Katie says she'll be back tomorrow…."


I rolled my eyes.
"And how hanker do you think that she'll stay this time ? Until she meets a new personal trainer ? The busboy at the bbq shack is somewhat cute. They've hired a new cashier at the grocery store."
His optic flashed as a quickly glared at me.
"Don't you talk about my wife that way !"
"Listen Tommy, you just spent the eve complaining about her running around on you, and now you're defending her ? Are you even listening to yourself ? Ask yourself what do you think 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 time, her mom says that I don't pay plenty attention to her….."
"Tommy, you're working to insure 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 up ? ! ? ! ? ! ?"
At this item I stood up and started pushing him backwards.
"She's put you through a year of torture ! ! She's yanked you back and Forth ! ! She's toying with your emotions ! ! ! She's putting your girls through all of this ! ! And she's been fucking other men ! ! ! !"
I was furious. Whether at Katie or Tommy, I wasn't quite sure, but I was fierce. Truth to tell, probably at both of them.

Tommy looked at me, stunned. Then I saw anger rise in his centre. He stepped forwards, grabbed my facial expression in his manpower, and pulled me to him for a passionate buss. 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 cincture of my drawers and yanked them to my knees, 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 look over my shoulder.
He seemed stupefied, moving in a lascivious fog.
For some grounds, he frightened me a bit. This whole scenario did.
"Tommy……."
He looked up at me, almost as if he didn't recognize me.
He reached forwards and turned my headspring away from him.
I felt him identify his hand on the diminished of my cover as he jabbed at my pussy with his cock. I reached back between my pegleg to take him into me, but he smacked my deal 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 last face-off, this wasn't gentle, this was a excited fuck. He didn't care about my pleasance ; he was just taking care of himself.
He started grunting in time with his stab again.
"Yeah ! Yeah ! ! Yeah ! ! Unn ! ! ! Unnn ! ! ! Unnn ! ! ! !"
I turned my head again and peered at him. His oculus were closed, and his face was a contort mask of luxuria and anger.
"Cummingcummingcumming ! ! ! !"He gasped.
He pulled out of me and sprout his load onto my back.
"Tommy, feeling at me."I said.
He was still recovering, with his header hanging down and breathing deeply. The expression on his side was at once tempestuous and satisfied.
"Tommy."I repeated.
That seemed to snap him out of his daze.
His centre opened and he glanced up at me. As soon as our eyes met, his locution changed to one of embarrassment. He looked down and began pulling his trouser up.
"Jess, I have to go. I'll call 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 boxershorts and my underclothing pulled down far enough to leave him entry.
well this is bunglesome, I thought to myself as I got up.
What was wrong with him ? He fucks me and leaves ? What was that ?

A hebdomad later, we were back at it. Katie had moved out, taking the girls with her.
Tommy texted me the news program, 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 mention of our premature encounter, or the latest development in his crumbling marriage.
As I began clearing the table, he placed his manus on my hip and pushed me against the board. 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 shaft 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 married woman was gone.
I felt so dirty.
He was totally forgetful to my rent, my feelings, to what he was doing to me.
He was degrading me.
And I was letting him do it.

The following night he was back. There wasn't even the feigning of dinner party this metre, as soon as I opened the threshold, he kissed me backbreaking and backed me up against the bulwark. As he went to turn me around, I placed my deal 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 woman of the street. I don't know what's going on with you and Katie, but I'm not some miss that you can come over and bang when you're furious 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 intuitive feeling ? Whether or not I like what we're doing ? Have you rubbed my back ? My metrical unit ? Ever hugged me ? Ever gone down on me ? You fuck me till you cum, and then you're out the door ! ! Do you have any idea how that makes me feel ? ? ? ? ? ! !"
crying were starting to hang now.
"I'm a effective person, and I don't deserve this ! I don't want a chance lay, or a get laid buddy ! I want individual that I can consume a human relationship with ! ! I want someone that I can make 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 header 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 rightfield. I haven't been considerate of your needs, I've just been thinking of my own."
He walked to the couch 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 forefront."Yeah, I guess so."
He looked up at me, his middle moist.
"I'm really bad. Can we commence again ?"
I considered for a moment, then went and sat down side by side to him.
"I'd like that."
"Thank you. For giving me another chance."
He leaned towards me and kissed me.
Gently this clip, like he was afraid to hurt me. His hands began working up the nape of my neck opening, gently stroking it as he massaged my scalp and played with my hair.
We made out on the lounge like a couple of teenagers for a while before I rose and took him by the bridge player into my bedroom.
We stripped one another like we were kids on Christmas break of day, excited to see what lay beneath the wrapping.
Tommy picked me up in his subdivision and laid me down on the bed as gently as if I were an egg, his lips never leaving mine.
He caressed my consistency with his fingerbreadth, gently running them up and down my figure, leaving me shivering as I felt piddling wave of electricity from his touch.
This is what I had needed from him, what I had wanted from him.
We weren't fucking tonight, we were making love.
Tommy laid down between my peg and parted the rim of my pussy.
He tongued my button, and started flicking it back and forth.
He spent several minutes down there licking me, and gave me my first base sexual climax of the evening.
We spent the better part of an minute licking, stroke, 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 sentence before, and while I didn't hatred it, it also wasn't my first alternative. But his pinkie, gently probing at my anus while he was stimulating my clitoris with his clapper set me on fire.
The eventide was a beautiful experience, one that I would think and re-live for a longsighted, long time to come.

Until it turned into a violent ass-rape.

Looking across my lawn, holding the prime, I saw Tommy come 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 flowers to my bedroom…..

Tommy served Katie with divorce composition the next week.
She dragged it out with mindless legal minutes, hoping to break him and get every last penny she could.
It was a messy process, I was deposed, as were a number of Katie's flings. She was surprise that Tommy was able to recover out about so many of them.
The evaluator was none too happy about all the shenanigans, and granted articulatio hands, lessening Tommy's child support.
The girl had been unwilling player in all this drama, and Katie worked to turn them against Tommy and against me.

Tommy and I had various to a greater extent rough nighttime in bed while the divorcement dragged on, and he would lift up taking out his anger at Katie by treating me like a fuck toy.
Although I did wrench the tabular array 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 knickers undefendable, left scraping brand 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 make you angry…"Then we both burst out laughing.

The little girl eventually adjusted to the spot. Tommy and I married after the divorce was finalized, and while their mother was still a unceasing thorn in my position, they came to live with me and even have a go at it me as their step-mother.

Even though the twelvemonth have gone by, Tommy and I still have some jolty 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 .