Sweat was dripping off of Tommy's Kuki-Chin, splashing down onto my expression. His eyes were closed as he pounded away at me. My wooden leg were splayed full, his muscular implements of war braced on the bed with my stifle pinned behind them. I had one hand on my puss, frigging my clit, while my other hired 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 pussy, I could sense the estrus trench in my loins. I was burning up and dripping twat succus. The sound of our bodies crashing together mixed with the squelching sound of my pussy to fill the room.
"Ohohohoohhhhhhh……. Jessuuuuussssss yeeessssssss ! ! ! ! ! ! !"
My body started convulsing and I exploded all over his stopcock as I saw fireworks.
Tommy pulled out of me, and reel my resistless body over. He grabbed my hips 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 stake up and shoved the pillow under my pelvic arch 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 of meat, exposing my asshole.
"Noooooo, Tommy. Not yet, please."I weakly tried to wiggle away.
He placed the point of his cock to my golf hole. His dick was dripping with my juices, and it popped past times my anatomical sphincter. Once he had the headland 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 draw away, but it was no use. Tommy grabbed my hip with his early hand and held me still. He was in complete command of me now, and had assumed a mightily mount position.
There was nowhere for me to go, all I could do was just hold still and take up it.
Tommy plowed into me, his putz pushing past my sphincter, and deep into my colon. His hip joint were smacking into my ass cheeks, making a obscene slapping strait. Sweat was flying off both of our organic structure, soaking the bed sheets underneath us.
I was still coming down from my orgasm, and my nerves were raw. This powerful piece of ass was almost too much for me. I squeezed my oculus shut, gritted my teeth, and waited for him to end.
I knew that Tommy had a lot of shit to puzzle out 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 yoke of proceedings, he began grunting in metre with his thrusts.
"Take ! That ! pecker ! ! bring ! That ! dick ! !"
"Tommy, please."I pleaded with him.
He slowed a bit, grabbed my pelvic arch in his manus, and started slamming into me even harder. His muscular munition pulled me back onto his cock, impaling me on it.
"Fuck ! You ! Bitch ! ! Fuck ! You ! Bitch ! !"
This wasn't sex anymore. This was violent and ugly, like a rape.
"Tommy, arrest ! ! ! ! Please, stop ! ! ! ! ! !"
He either couldn't hear me, or was ignoring me, and kept pounding into my ass. I reached forward and grabbed hold of the bars of my wrought iron headboard. I was crying and screaming as he kept fucking my ass.
He finally gave a mighty yowl and coated my Costa Rican colon with his jizz before collapsing on my back, pinning me to the bed beneath his weighting. He rolled over on his side, holding me close to him.
"Shhhh, it's alright Katie."
I wiped tears from my optic and snarled at him over my shoulder.
"I'm not Katie, you asshole."
I angrily shrugged his limb off of me, and pulled myself off his dick as gently as I could.
I limped towards the bathroom with his cum dripping down my leg.
I flipped on the fall electrical switch and wet down a wash cloth to clean myself. As I wiped his cum from my leg, I discovered that I was bleeding as well.

Tommy appeared behind me, ignominy 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 wife's epithet ?"
He stared at the level."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 break 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 chores, moving slowly after the late Nox events. As I eventually worked my way back to the forepart of the family, I found a bouquet of white roses on the front porch. A small 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 windowpane, gazing across the lilliputian horse farm I lived on.
This had once been a sleepy farming residential district, but about 15 yr ago, real demesne developers had come in and bought up all the dry land, transforming our little farm community into an upscale suburb, replete with gated subdivisions and snobby yuppies.
I still lived in the little chassis house that my grandfather had built, I just couldn't bear to part with it, so I held on despite lucrative offering from the developers.
When it was discovered that we had oil on our property, we leased the mineral rights, and sat back to collect the royal family checks.
I ran a with child stable on our property, and all the snoot kept their horses boarded there. It was a Department of Labor of honey for me, a way to keep busy.
My husband Jake had been killed respective geezerhood 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 little girls, and an absolutely gorgeous married woman, who was also a world class snob.
She was always dressed to the nines in the latest designer mode, carried Fendi purses, and wore Manolo Blahnik shoes. She was constantly on the go ; Pilates, Yoga, the gym, tennis club, Country club, hair beauty parlor, manicurist, and whatever big sociable issue was coming up.
They had a nursemaid for their little girls since Tommy was always at work, and she had her socializing to attend to.
The fille often came over to ride the gymnastic horse. I would lather them on, and gently pass a tame mare around in a round. They would get to flow her apple when they were done, and they thought it was just the smashing thing in the world.

One Saturday, I heard a whang at my door.
I answered and discovered Tommy outside with the girls, his backtalk drawn tight.
"Jess, I'm awfully sorry to spring this on you, but could I leave the young lady here for the day ? We're having a family emergency."
Little Amanda, the new of the two looked at me with red rimmed eyes.
"mummy and daddy are fighting."She whispered.
"Shhhhhh !"cockcrow, two long time 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 tiffin and go take a ride, how does that sound ?"
Tommy thanked me and left.
The girls and I played all day, until their mother came to get them.
"Sorry about the inconvenience Jess, I appreciate it."
I nodded at her."No problem Katie, we had a lordly afternoon."
Amanda looked at her mother with trepidation."Are you and daddy getting a divorce ?"
Katie blanched at that."Amanda ! What kind of question is that ? Not in front end of strangers ! ! !"
Amanda looked at me."Jess isn't a stranger."
Katie huffed."well she's not family. Let's go."
And they left without another word.

A couple of twenty-four hours later I was tending to some work on the edge the dimension and saw Tommy over the fencing in his pool.
"How are you doing ?"
He looked up at me.
"Not too well. Katie took the missy and went to her mom's."
"I'm sorry."He looked so dejected ; my 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 home, it feels … unnatural."

He showed up that evening with a bottle of wine-coloured, and I grilled two steaks with baked potatoes and corn on the cob.
We ate and chatted about world involvement, flow result, and sports.
"This is nice."He said as we cleared away the dishes."Katie's only interested in fashion and beau monde gossip. I can't recall the last real conversation I had with her."
I didn't want to pry, so I simply sat quietly. He walked into the bread and butter elbow room, and cast his centre to the Mickey Mantle where there were several photo 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 future 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 cracker girl."I told him with a smile.
"amercement by me,"he replied."It's unspoiled to be able to just slack and be real."
I glanced around the cavernous living room. Everywhere you looked you saw expensive furnishings and ribbon. The family portrait seemed a trivial 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 fiddling bit better.
He had been a college athlete, and Katie had been a Sorority girl. He had gone into the kin business, and done pretty well, as evidenced by the house we were sitting in.
But despite the money, he was a pretty strand guy who reminded me a lot of Jake. His dad had built the business from the ground 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 twelvemonth, gradually learning the line. 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 render it to me. I'm afraid she doesn't always live in the real earth. She's worried about the way it will bear on our lifestyle when we don't have so much liquidity."
"Is that why she's gone ?"It wasn't too surprising. financial job are the telephone number one exit for married duad that split up.
"No, I caught her fucking her Pilates instructor !"He bitterly snapped.
I flinched at that.
"Tommy, I'm sorry, it's not my business, I shouldn't have pried."
"It's okay."Tommy looked a bit sticking out, a good deal to my surprise. It was a like a colossus weight had been lifted from him.
"It feels well to finally tell someone."
We moved on to faint topics, and he seemed more relaxed.
We watched the Sun night biz on his big cover, loudly cheering.
I left after the game was over, and he suggested that we get together for Monday Night Football and dinner.

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

In the coming mean solar day, I would get random textual matter from him, complaining, venting, or just asking how I was doing. Truth to tell, I started to feel a footling bit uncomfortable about the state of affairs. Despite the fact that his wife had cheated on him, he was still married, and I didn't want to come between the two of them, especially not with two little girls in the picture.

A couple of weeks later, I got a margin call from him. As I answered, I heard Katie screaming on the other end of the line.
"You fucking beef ! ! ! ! You goddam whore ! ! ! ! ! You stay the fuck away from my husband, or I'll hook your fucking centre out ! ! ! ! !"
I quickly hung up on her, but my phone kept blowing up with voicemail and threatening textbook for the succeeding hour.
The following day, Tommy knocked on my threshold, looking apologetic.
"Katie took a look at my sound, and saw the textbook. I'm afraid she jumped to conclusion. I told her that nada happened, but….. well you saw how that worked out."
I nodded.
"look Tommy, you're a skillful guy, but this situation with Katie …. It's junkie. And with your young woman, I just think it's best if we don't have any communication."
He nodded, but was clearly hurt by this.
"I know. Once again, I'm sorry."
And he left.

I bumped into him later that week at a local anaesthetic bbq hangout. He looked tired and worn down. Despite my intentions to not get involved, my heart went out to him and I asked how he was.
Katie had taken off again, taking the girls with her. He had no idea where she was, or when she was coming back.
Against my better assessment, I invited him over for dinner party that night.
And so a form developed. Katie would take off without notice, sometimes just for a pair of mean solar day, sometimes for calendar week. Sometimes she took the lady friend, sometimes she left them behind.
Through it all, Tommy tried to asseverate a strong front, telling the young woman that mamma was going on vacations. Meanwhile, Katie was off doing God-knows-who, and blowing through their bank account.

Whenever she took the girls, Tommy would weave up asking me to join him for dinner. I was suspicious, but by this point, Katie's injudiciousness were a bit of an undefendable secret around town. It turned out that she made a habit of hooking up with the in style tasty treat that came across her track, and Tommy had never suspected anything.
Katie was jerking him around at this degree, telling him that she loved him and wanted to throw their man and wife oeuvre, and then disappearing again.
When she left the miss behind, I would make myself scarce. I didn't want them telling Katie that I was around.
When she did hold the daughter, Tommy and I would hang out and talk.
He joked that I was his amateur therapist, but as I pointed out, since I wasn't trained or licensed, it all evened out.
As clip 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 power point, Tommy leaned in and kissed me. I was shocked at for the first time, but then felt myself responding to him.
I rolled on top of him, my weapon wrapping around his neck as our tongues danced in one another's mouth.
I could feel his desire, his pauperization 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 long, and feeling his touch on my cutis inflamed my Passion of Christ. I wanted him.
I wanted to feel his hands on my bare peel, to sense his rim touch on me, to palpate him inside of me.
I needed him.
I needed to sense like a woman.
I needed him to pee-pee me feel the way I wanted to feel.
We paused for air, and looked deep into each others eyes.
I saw a gleaming of uncertainty in his.
"Jess, maybe we shouldn't. I'm still married, Katie is talking about working things out…"
I leaned my head against his.
"So tell me Tommy, what exactly do you think your wife is doing right now ?"
He hesitated.
"fountainhead ….. she's probably spending my money and having sex with some random guy."
I began planting little kisses all over his face.
"And what do you call up she'll say to you the succeeding sentence 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 more time …."
I began kissing his neck.
"And what will she do next ?"
Tommy snorted.
"She'll get hold of 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 avail you."
I sat back and pulled my shirt off over my head, and undo my bra.
Tommy was mesmerized by my knocker. I reached down and took his men before guiding them to my rock hard nipples.
However, as soon as he touched me, he pulled his mitt 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 movement of my passee full distance mirror and examined myself.
Was there something wrong with me ?
Was there some fault that Tommy had seen ?
I piled my blonde tresses on top of my psyche.
Some sluttish freckles adorned my button nose.
I had a rosy skin color that was burnished by my constant outdoors work.
attention to the gymnastic horse had given me a firm and toned consistence.
I examined my weapon system. Not overly muscular, you could follow the definition in them. No turkey necks hanging beneath them.
My breast were round of drinks and wide-cut, innate 34 Cs with just the gross amount of hang.
I rubbed my script in slothful rophy on them.
My digit twisted my pert nipples like radio set dials.
With one hand still fondling my knocker, I traced the fingernails of my free mitt down my taut breadbasket. You could clearly see the definition of my abdomen.
I made my way further south, down along my bare pubis. No FUPA here, I was as matt as I had been as a teenager.
I traced the outer curvature of my hip joint, while turning slightly to examine my ass.
It sat high and proud, with no trace of cellulite there, or on my thighs.
Two decades of hogback riding had sculpted my ass and thighs.
My finger located my clit and lightly stroked it, sending a piddling jolt through my groin.
I started working a single fingerbreadth in and out of my tight pussy.
I hadn't been with a man in a while, and I could tell.
The brief make out academic session 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 movement door.
Are you fucking kidding me ? ! ? ! ?
I tried to ignore it when I heard Tommy's voice.
"Jess, spread up."

I threw on a robe and went to the door.
Tommy was standing there, looking crushed.
"Katie just called. She told me that she's hired a divorcement lawyer."
I just stood there, staring at him, and annoyed as the pits that he had interrupted me.
"I told you it was over Tommy, maybe now you see it."
He looked up with ira 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 business firm while dropping my robe.
His middle bulged as he took in my au naturel 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 bridge player as he pushed me back against the wall.
With his loose hand, he traced my boob, before dipping down to my pussy.
Discovering how wet it was, he looked hungrily into my centre, 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 manus pinned to the rampart 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 breathing space from my lungs.
As I steadied myself, he grabbed my carpus in his hands and held them against the rampart above my head.
Tommy wasn't building up to anything, he started a rhythmic pounding motion into me, and I do mean pound. 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 pounding was driving me crazy after I had gone so long without penetration. I began gasping and begged him to rub my clit to set me off.
Instead, he released my hands, and grabbed my rosehip, then began forcefully pulling me back onto his gibe. The slapping of our bare skin together echoed through the house. I leaned my fount against the wall and began playing with my clit.
I could feel my orgasm clotheshorse within me, almost from my toes.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhyyyyyyeeeeeeeessssssss ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"
I felt my snatch clamp down on his cock, and he suddenly stopped moving as he shouted out, his consistency 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 dick chemise from my pussy.
I turned to look 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 surely 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 telephone 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 iron the issue.
I knocked on his face threshold and walked right in. I spun on my heel to present him.
"Alright Tommy, let's put our add-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 fulfil my gaze.
"Katie's talking about working things out again."
"Oh."
I didn't know what to say future, so he filled in the silence.
"She said that she was angry when she told me about the lawyer……"
His phonation trailed off, and binge came to his eyes.
"I cheated on my wife ….. I committed adultery."
He shook his question.
"I can't see you. What we did …. You need to leave. Please don't middleman me again."
I silently left. Not a lot I could say to that.

Katie came back home and stayed for a couple of week before disappearing for a vacation weekend.
She then came back for another month, and then left with the female child again for an extended hitch at her mothers.
After about a week, Tommy texted me.
"Can we talk ?"
I knew I shouldn't, but watching his easy lay opera from afar had really gotten to me, and I missed him.
After being alone for so many years, I thought that sealed demand had long since gone, but they were just lying dormant.
And it wasn't just the sex, it was the society, the intimacy, the ability to mouth to someone on more than than just a casual level. I felt alive when I was with him.
"Come by tonight."I replied.

That Nox I sat on my sofa while Tommy paced back and Forth River and spewed all his choler and frustrations out.
For an hour I listened to him rage against her and how unjust this entire situation was, how it was damaging his girls, how it was driving him crazy, and how it was starting to impress his business.
Finally, his phone buzzed.
He looked down at it.
"Katie says she'll be back tomorrow…."


I rolled my eyes.
"And how retentive do you suppose that she'll stay this time ? Until she meets a new personal trainer ? The busboy at the bbq shack is pretty cute. They've hired a new cashier at the foodstuff 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 girlfriend 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 fourth dimension, her mom says that I don't pay decent attention to her….."
"Tommy, you're working to ensure 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 testis !"I shouted at him.
"What I don't get Tommy, is why after all that she's put you through, why you still keep open letting her do it to you some more ! ! When are you going to come alive up ? ! ? ! ? ! ?"
At this percentage point I stood up and started pushing him backwards.
"She's put you through a year of torture ! ! She's yanked you back and Forth River ! ! She's toying with your emotions ! ! ! She's putting your girls through all of this ! ! And she's been fucking other men ! ! ! !"
I was savage. Whether at Katie or Tommy, I wasn't quite sure, but I was furious. trueness to order, probably at both of them.

Tommy looked at me, stunned. Then I saw anger rise in his eyes. He stepped forwards, grabbed my expression in his hands, and pulled me to him for a passionate kiss. I eagerly responded, and wrapped my implements of war 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 short circuit and yanked them to my knees, taking my panties with them.
He reached for my cunt and began rubbing his fingers up and down my slit.
I turned my head to look over my shoulder.
He seemed dazed, moving in a lustful fog.
For some cause, he frightened me a bit. This entirely scenario did.
"Tommy……."
He looked up at me, almost as if he didn't recognize me.
He reached forwards and turned my head away from him.
I felt him locate his hand on the modest of my rachis as he jabbed at my pussy with his dick. I reached back between my legs to guide 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 twat.
I cried out as he slammed into me and began pounding away.
Like our lastly coming upon, this wasn't gentle, this was a frantic fucking. He didn't care about my joy ; he was just taking care of himself.
He started grunting in time with his thrusts again.
"Yeah ! Yeah ! ! Yeah ! ! Unn ! ! ! Unnn ! ! ! Unnn ! ! ! !"
I turned my head again and peered at him. His eyes were closed, and his side was a contorted 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 question hanging down and breathing deeply. The expression on his face 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 center met, his expression changed to one of embarrassment. He looked down and began pulling his drawers up.
"Jess, I have to go. I'll call you later."
And with that, he was gone.
I was down on my couch on my human knee and elbows, his cum soaking into the book binding of my shirt, with my shorts and my underwear pulled down far plenty to admit him entry.
Well this is uneasy, I thought to myself as I got up.
What was improper with him ? He fucks me and leaves ? What was that ?

A week later, we were back at it. Katie had moved out, taking the girls with her.
Tommy texted me the news, and I told him to do 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 face-off, or the later ontogenesis in his crumbling marriage.
As I began clearing the table, he placed his script on my hip and pushed me against the table. He reached for the back of my cervix and pushed me face down on top of it. Once again, my pants were yanked down, his 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 fourth dimension as he left.

I put my head down on the table and began to cry.
I was the former woman. The one he fucked when his married woman was gone.
I felt so dirty.
He was totally unmindful to my bout, 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 pretense of dinner this time, as soon as I opened the threshold, he kissed me hard and backed me up against the wall. As he went to rick me around, I placed my helping hand 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 miss that you can come over and bonk 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 feet ? 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 ? ? ? ? ? ! !"
rip were starting to flow now.
"I'm a good person, and I don't deserve this ! I don't want a chance lay, or a fuck brother ! I want individual that I can have a relationship with ! ! I want someone that I can love and that loves me back ! ! !"
I was shouting and sobbing at this point.

Tommy let me go until I ran out of steam.
He hung his nous 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 right hand. 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 furious at Katie, and you grudge-fuck me."
He hung his top dog."Yeah, I guess so."
He looked up at me, his centre moist.
"I'm really meritless. Can we start again ?"
I considered for a 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 metre, 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 couch like a yoke of teenagers for a spell before I rose and took him by the hand into my bedroom.
We stripped one another like we were shaver on Yuletide morning, excited to see what lay beneath the wrapping.
Tommy picked me up in his arms and lay me down on the bed as gently as if I were an egg, his lips never leaving mine.
He caressed my body with his fingers, gently running them up and down my form, leaving me shivering as I felt little 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 legs and parted the lips of my pussy.
He tongued my clit, and started flicking it back and Forth.
He spent respective instant down there licking me, and gave me my first orgasm of the evening.
We spent the better office of an hour licking, stroke, and teasing each other.
At one pointedness, when he was sucking my clit into his oral cavity, he surprised me by gently probing my ass with his pinky.
I had tried anal retentive a few metre before, and while I didn't hate it, it also wasn't my inaugural choice. But his pinky, gently probing at my anus while he was stimulating my button with his tongue set me on fire.
The evening was a beautiful experience, one that I would think back and re-live for a recollective, long time to come.

Until it turned into a vehement ass-rape.

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

Tommy served Katie with divorce papers the next week.
She dragged it out with forgetful effectual legal proceeding, hoping to break him and get every death cent she could.
It was a mussy operation, I was deposed, as were a number of Katie's offer. She was surprised that Tommy was able-bodied to find out about so many of them.
The justice was none too happy about all the mischief-making, and granted marijuana cigarette custody, 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 rough nights in bed while the divorce dragged on, and he would wind up taking out his anger at Katie by treating me like a fuck toy.
Although I did turn the table 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 knickers open, left lolly Deutsche Mark 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 middle after I came and climbed off of him.
"Remind me never to make you angry…"Then we both burst out laughing.

The girl eventually adjusted to the spot. Tommy and I married after the divorcement was finalized, and while their mother was still a eternal prickle in my side of meat, they came to accept me and even love me as their step-mother.

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

Or maybe, just because we like it .