Sweat was dripping off of Tommy's chin, splashing down onto my face. His eyes were closed as he pounded away at me. My legs were splayed wide, his muscular arms braced on the bed with my knee pinned behind them. I had one hand on my puss, frigging my clit, while my other hand was reaching underneath me, my midsection finger pushing in and out of my asshole.
"bread and butter going baby, I'm almost there."I urged him. He nodded, and increased his tread.
As he kept thrusting deep into my pussy, I could feel the heating plant oceanic abyss in my lumbus. I was burning up and dripping pussy juice. The sound of our consistency crashing together blend with the squelching speech sound of my pussycat to meet the room.
"Ohohohoohhhhhhh……. Jessuuuuussssss yeeessssssss ! ! ! ! ! ! !"
My body started convulsing and I exploded all over his cock as I saw fireworks.
Tommy pulled out of me, and spun my unresisting eubstance over. He grabbed my hips and pulled me up to my knee. I collapsed back down onto the bed and groaned.
"Tommy no, I can't, I need a break."I weakly protested.
Tommy ignored me and grabbed a pillow. He yanked me indorse up and shoved the pillow under my hips before dropping me back down.
"Pleeeeeaaaaasssseeee, just a petty bit of time."
Tommy leaned over me and whispered in my ear.
"It's ok Jess, you'll be fine."
He placed a paw on one of my ass boldness and pushed it to the side, exposing my asshole.
"Noooooo, Tommy. Not yet, please."I weakly tried to wiggle away.
He placed the head of his cock to my hole. His dick was dripping with my juices, and it popped past my sphincter. Once he had the point in, he reached forward and forced my head into the bed, and steadily pushed into me.
"Ohhhhhhhhh"I groaned as he forced his way into my ass. I tried to pull away, but it was no use. Tommy grabbed my hip with his former hand and held me still. He was in terminated control of me now, and had assumed a powerful saddle horse position.
There was nowhere for me to go, all I could do was just hold still and learn it.
Tommy plowed into me, his peter pushing past my sphincter, and deep into my colon. His coxa were smacking into my ass nerve, making a libidinous slapping sound. effort was flying off both of our bodies, soaking the bed sheets underneath us.
I was still coming down from my sexual climax, and my nerves were raw. This hefty screwing was almost too a good deal for me. I squeezed my oculus shut, gritted my dentition, and waited for him to finish.
I knew that Tommy had a lot of turd to work out out, and that was why I was here.
I just hoped I could come through this experience.
Tommy kept slamming into my ass, and after a pair of minutes, he began grunting in time with his thrusts.
"Take ! That ! peter ! ! Take ! That ! tool ! !"
"Tommy, please."I pleaded with him.
He slowed a bit, grabbed my hip in his hands, and started slamming into me even harder. His muscular arm pulled me back onto his cock, impaling me on it.
"piece of tail ! You ! bellyache ! ! piece of tail ! You ! Bitch ! !"
This wasn't sex anymore. This was fierce and ugly, like a rape.
"Tommy, stop ! ! ! ! Please, stoppage ! ! ! ! ! !"
He either couldn't hear me, or was ignoring me, and kept pounding into my ass. I reached forward and grabbed appreciation of the bars of my wrought branding iron headboard. I was crying and screaming as he kept fucking my ass.
He finally gave a mighty roar and coated my colon with his jizz before collapsing on my backbone, pinning me to the bed beneath his weight. He rolled over on his side, holding me penny-pinching 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 putz as gently as I could.
I limped towards the bathroom with his cum dripping down my leg.
I flipped on the light 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, shame and guilt feelings on his face.
"Jess, I'm sorry."
I glared at him in the mirror.
"What exactly are you sorry about, Tommy ? For raping my ass, or calling me by your married woman's name ?"
He stared at the story."All of it. I don't know what to say. I can only apologise to you again, I don't know what came over me."
I looked down at the cesspit."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 time and tended to my task, moving slowly after the former nighttime events. As I eventually worked my way back to the front man of the house, I found a bouquet of white rose wine on the front man porch. A low carte was attached with a dim-witted inscription.
"I'm sorry. T"
I sighed and smiled. I wished I could delay mad at him, but it just wasn't possible.

I glanced out the front window, gazing across the slight horse farm I lived on.
This had once been a sleepy-eyed farming community, but about 15 years ago, veridical demesne developers had come in and bought up all the land, transforming our petty farm community into an upscale suburb, replete with gated subdivisions and snobby yuppies.
I still lived in the lilliputian frame house that my granddaddy 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 wing, and sat back to roll up the royalty checks.
I ran a large stable on our property, and all the prig kept their horse boarded there. It was a labor of love for me, a way to keep busy.
My husband Jake had been killed several years ago by a drunk driver, so I was alone now, a widow woman in her former 30's.
About five years ago, Tommy and his syndicate had moved into a theatre that backed up to our attribute. He had two lovely little young woman, and an absolutely gorgeous wife, who was also a world course snot.
She was always dressed to the ball club in the latest room decorator style, carried Fendi pocketbook, and wore Manolo Blahnik shoes. She was constantly on the go ; Pilates, Yoga, the gym, tennis club, Country club, hair 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 pay heed to.
The girl often came over to taunt the horses. I would lash them on, and gently lead a tamed mare around in a round. They would get to feed in her apples when they were done, and they thought it was just the swell thing in the world.

One Saturday, I heard a whack at my door.
I answered and discovered Tommy outside with the girls, his lip drawn tight.
"Jess, I'm awfully sorry to spring this on you, but could I leave the girls here for the day ? We're having a family emergency."
Little Amanda, the younger of the two looked at me with red rimmed eyes.
"mummy and daddy are fighting."She whispered.
"Shhhhhh !"sunup, two geezerhood aged, gave her sister a cutthroat rebuke."You're not supposed to say anything !"
I looked at Tommy, and he glanced away, embarrassed.
"That's no trouble, you two come on in. We'll have dejeuner and go take a ride, how does that vocalise ?"
Tommy thanked me and left.
The little girl 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 job Katie, we had a noble-minded afternoon."
Amanda looked at her female parent with trepidation."Are you and daddy getting a divorce ?"
Katie blanched at that."Amanda ! What kind of interrogative sentence is that ? Not in front of strangers ! ! !"
Amanda looked at me."Jess isn't a stranger."
Katie huffed."fountainhead she's not family. Let's go."
And they left without another word.

A couple of Clarence Day later I was tending to some work on the border 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 deject ; my heart went out to him.
"Tommy, would you like to follow 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 rest home, it feels … unnatural."

He showed up that evening with a bottle of vino, and I grilled two steaks with adust potatoes and corn on the cob.
We ate and chatted about creation matter, current events, and sports.
"This is nice."He said as we cleared away the dishes."Katie's only interested in manner and companionship chin wag. I can't recall the finish 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 oculus to the mantle where there were several pictures of Jake.
"How long have you been alone now, Jess ?"
"heptad years."I replied.
"I don't roll in the hay 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 adjacent day, he texted me."dinner party tonight at my space ? 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.
"Fine by me,"he replied."It's good to be able to just unlax and be real."
I glanced around the cavernous living room. Everywhere you looked you saw expensive trappings and medal. The family portrayal seemed a petty too perfect tense, 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 do it each former a little bit better.
He had been a college athlete, and Katie had been a Sorority girl. He had gone into the family business, and done pretty well, as evidenced by the household 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 summers working for him, starting as an intern, and working in versatile low-level jobs throughout the company each year, gradually learning the business. He had worked hard, and was on the wand of buying his dad out, something that Katie couldn't fathom.
"She doesn't understand why he won't just give it to me. I'm afraid she doesn't always live in the real human race. She's worried about the way it will impact our lifestyle when we don't have so practically liquidity."
"Is that why she's gone ?"It wasn't too surprising. fiscal problems are the identification number one issue for tie couple 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 concern, I shouldn't have pried."
"It's okay."Tommy looked a bit relieved, often to my surprise. It was a like a elephantine weight had been lifted from him.
"It feels thoroughly to finally tell someone."
We moved on to lighter theme, and he seemed more relaxed.
We watched the Sunday Night secret plan on his big screen, 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 text from Tommy."Katie's back. No dinner tonight."
While I was glad for him, I was a bit defeated to miss out on dinner and the game.

In the coming solar day, I would get random texts from him, complaining, venting, or just asking how I was doing. Truth to tell, I started to feel a petty bit uncomfortable about the state of affairs. Despite the fact that his married woman 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 hebdomad later, I got a call 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 nooky away from my hubby, or I'll claw your fucking eye out ! ! ! ! !"
I quickly hung up on her, but my phone kept blowing up with voicemails and threatening school text for the next hour.
The succeeding day, Tommy knocked on my doorway, looking apologetic.
"Katie took a look at my phone, and saw the schoolbook. I'm afraid she jumped to ratiocination. I told her that nada happened, but….. well you saw how that worked out."
I nodded.
"Look Tommy, you're a prissy guy, but this situation with Katie …. It's nuts. And with your girls, I just think it's best if we don't have any communication."
He nodded, but was clearly hurt by this.
"I know. Once again, I'm sorry."
And he left.

I bumped into him later that week at a local bbq hangout. He looked tired and hold out down. Despite my design to not get involved, my center went out to him and I asked how he was.
Katie had taken off again, taking the little girl with her. He had no idea where she was, or when she was coming back.
Against my better judgment, I invited him over for dinner party that night.
And so a convention developed. Katie would read off without notice, sometimes just for a couple of days, sometimes for calendar week. Sometimes she took the young lady, sometimes she left them behind.
Through it all, Tommy tried to maintain a strong front, telling the girls that mommy was going on vacation. Meanwhile, Katie was off doing God-knows-who, and blowing through their bank account.

Whenever she took the daughter, Tommy would roll up asking me to get together him for dinner. I was wary, but by this item, Katie's peccadillo were a bit of an open secret around town. It turned out that she made a riding habit 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 point, telling him that she loved him and wanted to piss their marriage workplace, and then disappearing again.
When she left the missy behind, I would make believe myself scarce. I didn't want them telling Katie that I was around.
When she did consume the girls, 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 in time, 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 knife danced in one another's oral fissure.
I could feel his desire, his need 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 recollective, and feeling his touch on my pelt inflamed my passions. I wanted him.
I wanted to feel his hands on my bare skin, to feel his mouth touch me, to sense him inside of me.
I needed him.
I needed to find like a woman.
I needed him to make me feel the way I wanted to feel.
We paused for air, and looked deep into each others eyes.
I saw a inkling of uncertainty in his.
"Jess, maybe we shouldn't. I'm still married, Katie is talking about working thing out…"
I leaned my head against his.
"So recount me Tommy, what exactly do you intend 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 kiss all over his face.
"And what do you recollect she'll say to you the next time she sees you ?"
He looked at the ceiling.
"She'll probably tell me that she loves me and wants to act upon 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 pack 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 angel eyes.
"I don't know if I can."
"Let me facilitate you."
I sat back and pulled my shirt off over my straits, and unwrap my bra.
Tommy was mesmerized by my breasts. I reached down and took his mitt before guiding them to my rock toilsome nipples.
However, as soon as he touched me, he pulled his hired hand 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 sleeping accommodation. I stood in nominal head of my antique full duration mirror and examined myself.
Was there something wrong with me ?
Was there some defect that Tommy had seen ?
I piled my blonde tresses on top of my head.
Some light freckles adorned my button nose.
I had a rosy-cheeked complexion that was burnished by my constant outdoors work.
Tending to the horses had given me a business firm and toned consistency.
I examined my arms. Not overly muscular, you could trace the definition in them. No dud necks hanging beneath them.
My bosom were troll and fully, natural 34 Cs with just the perfect amount of hang.
I rubbed my hands in lazy circles on them.
My finger twisted my pert nipples like receiving set dials.
With one hand still fondling my breast, I traced the fingernails of my free hand down my tight stomach. You could clearly see the definition of my abdomen.
I made my way further Confederate States, down along my bare pubic bone. No FUPA here, I was as flat as I had been as a teenager.
I traced the outer bend of my hips, while turning slightly to analyze my ass.
It sat eminent and proud, with no trace 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 little jounce through my groin.
I started working a individual fingerbreadth in and out of my pissed pussy.
I hadn't been with a man in a patch, and I could tell.
The brief make out session with Tommy had me dripping.
I lay back on my bed and began to work my digit in and out of my increasingly wet pussy.
I could feel my temperature rising when I heard a knock at my battlefront door.
Are you fucking kidding me ? ! ? ! ?
I tried to ignore it when I heard Tommy's voice.
"Jess, open up."

I threw on a gown and went to the door.
Tommy was standing there, looking crushed.
"Katie just called. She told me that she's hired a divorce lawyer."
I just stood there, staring at him, and annoyed as hell that he had interrupted me.
"I told you it was over Tommy, maybe now you see it."
He looked up with wrath in his eyes.
"How could she do this to me ? Just string me along and hit me with this ?"
Without mentation, I reached out and pulled him into the mansion while dropping my robe.
His center bulged as he took in my raw form.
I pulled him to me and kissed him.
He responded forcefully, plunging his natural language deep into my rima oris while he yanked off his knock 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 free hand, he traced my breasts, before dipping down to my pussy.
Discovering how wet it was, he looked hungrily into my eyes, then savagely kissed me again.
The force of his action mechanism 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 stopcock against me. He pushed me legs apart with his knees, and guided his cockhead to my pussy.
"Tommy….."I moaned."Do it. I want you."
He thrust into me with such personnel 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 pound motion into me, and I do mean pounding. It was like he trying to knock my cervix out.
I was panting and moaning, and I could hear Tommy behind me, grunting in meter 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 workforce, and grabbed my hips, then began forcefully pulling me back onto his shaft. The slapping of our bare skin together echoed through the house. I leaned my face against the wall and began playing with my clit.
I could find my orgasm swell within me, almost from my toes.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhyyyyyyeeeeeeeessssssss ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"
I felt my kitty clamp down on his turncock, and he suddenly stopped moving as he shouted out, his body jerked once or twice, and then I felt him detonate inside of me.
"Oh God, Tommy."
He leaned against me, and breathed deeply.
"Thanks Jess."
He stepped back, and I whimpered as I felt his pecker parapraxis from my pussy.
I turned to present him, and smiled.
He looked down, then away, as if he was ashamed to run across my gaze.
"Ummmmm. I don't know what to say. I'm not really sure what just happened."
I was a bit mystified.
"We just made love, what do you think happened ?"
He looked uncomfortable at that.
"I need to go. I'll call you later."
He quickly pulled his bloomers up and left, leaving me naked and bewildered in my entryway.
I slept like a log that night, completely satisfied.

The following day, I texted him for dinner, but he begged off. Over the succeeding few twenty-four hours, he seemed to be avoiding me. So that weekend, I decided to crusade the issue.
I knocked on his face door and walked right in. I spun on my cad to face him.
"Alright Tommy, let's put our cards 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 fit my gaze.
"Katie's talking about working things out again."
"Oh."
I didn't know what to say next, so he filled in the silence.
"She said that she was wild when she told me about the lawyer……"
His phonation trailed off, and bout came to his eyes.
"I cheated on my wife ….. I committed adultery."
He shook his principal.
"I can't see you. What we did …. You need to give. Please don't impinging me again."
I silently left. Not a good deal I could say to that.

Katie came back nursing home and stayed for a duad of weeks before disappearing for a holiday weekend.
She then came back for another month, and then left with the girls again for an extended stay at her mothers.
After about a hebdomad, Tommy texted me.
"Can we blab ?"
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 recollective since gone, but they were just lying dormant.
And it wasn't just the sex, it was the companionship, the intimacy, the ability to talk to someone on Thomas More than just a chance grade. I felt alive when I was with him.
"Come by tonight."I replied.

That nighttime I sat on my couch while Tommy paced back and forth and spewed all his ira and foiling out.
For an 60 minutes I listened to him rage against her and how unfair this entire situation was, how it was damaging his girl, how it was driving him crazy, and how it was starting to strike his business.
Finally, his sound buzzed.
He looked down at it.
"Katie says she'll be back tomorrow…."


I rolled my eyes.
"And how recollective do you imagine that she'll remain this time ? Until she meets a new personal trainer ? The busboy at the bbq shack is jolly cute. They've hired a new cashier at the grocery store."
His eyes flashed as a quickly glared at me.
"Don't you talk about my wife that way !"
"Listen Tommy, you just spent the evening complaining about her running around on you, and now you're defending her ? Are you even listening to yourself ? Ask yourself what do you believe 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 enough attention to her….."
"Tommy, you're working to guarantee your crime syndicate 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 hold on letting her do it to you some more ! ! When are you going to wake 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 River ! ! She's toying with your emotions ! ! ! She's putting your girls through all of this ! ! And she's been fucking former men ! ! ! !"
I was furious. Whether at Katie or Tommy, I wasn't quite sure, but I was furious. verity 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 look in his hands, and pulled me to him for a passionate kiss. I eagerly responded, and wrapped my subdivision 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 knees, taking my panty with them.
He reached for my cunt and began rubbing his finger up and down my slit.
I turned my chief to expect over my shoulder.
He seemed groggy, moving in a lascivious fog.
For some grounds, he frightened me a bit. This solid scenario did.
"Tommy……."
He looked up at me, almost as if he didn't make out me.
He reached forwards and turned my head away from him.
I felt him lay his deal on the modest of my dorsum as he jabbed at my pussy with his cock. I reached back between my pegleg to guide him into me, but he smacked my paw 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 encounter, this wasn't gentle, this was a unrestrained nooky. He didn't care about my joy ; 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 top dog again and peered at him. His eyes were closed, and his face was a contorted masquerade of lustfulness and anger.
"Cummingcummingcumming ! ! ! !"He gasped.
He pulled out of me and shot his load onto my back.
"Tommy, feeling at me."I said.
He was still recovering, with his head hanging down and breathing deeply. The look on his look was at once angry 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 facial expression changed to one of embarrassment. He looked down and began pulling his pants up.
"Jess, I have to go. I'll outcry you later."
And with that, he was gone.
I was down on my couch on my knees and elbow joint, his cum soaking into the vertebral column of my shirt, with my shorts and my underclothing pulled down far enough to allow him entry.
Well this is ill at ease, I thought to myself as I got up.
What was improper with him ? He fucks me and leaves ? What was that ?

A workweek 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 total 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 acknowledgment of our previous encounter, or the a la mode development in his crumbling marriage.
As I began clearing the table, he placed his hand on my hip and pushed me against the table. He reached for the cover of my neck and pushed me face down on top of it. Once again, my pants were yanked down, his tool 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 early fair sex. The one he fucked when his married woman was gone.
I felt so dirty.
He was totally forgetful to my tears, my feelings, to what he was doing to me.
He was degrading me.
And I was letting him do it.

The adjacent dark he was back. There wasn't even the pretense of dinner this prison term, as soon as I opened the door, he kissed me heavily 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 bawd. I don't know what's going on with you and Katie, but I'm not some fille that you can make out over and bang when you're wild 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 invertebrate foot ? Ever hugged me ? Ever gone down on me ? You fuck me till you cum, and then you're out the room access ! ! Do you have any melodic theme how that makes me finger ? ? ? ? ? ! !"
teardrop were starting to menstruate now.
"I'm a good soul, and I don't deserve this ! I don't want a free-and-easy lay, or a piece of tail buddy ! I want someone that I can have a relationship with ! ! I want someone that I can bonk 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 chief and nodded.
When he looked back up, he had binge I his eyes.
"Jess, I don't know what to say. I'm sorry. And you're redress. I haven't been considerate of your needs, I've just been thinking of my own."
He walked to the lounge and sat down.
I've just had so a good 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 wild at Katie, and you grudge-fuck me."
He hung his head."Yeah, I guess so."
He looked up at me, his eyes moist.
"I'm really sorry. Can we start again ?"
I considered for a consequence, 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 time, like he was afraid to hurt me. His hands began working up the nape of my cervix, gently stroking it as he massaged my scalp and played with my hair.
We made out on the couch like a dyad of teenager for a while before I rose and took him by the hand into my bedroom.
We stripped one another like we were youngster on Christmas dayspring, excited to see what lay beneath the wrapping.
Tommy picked me up in his arms and pose me down on the bed as gently as if I were an egg, his lips never leaving mine.
He caressed my body with his fingerbreadth, gently running them up and down my soma, leaving me shivering as I felt little 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 legs and parted the lip of my pussy.
He tongued my clit, and started flicking it back and Forth River.
He spent several minutes down there licking me, and gave me my maiden orgasm of the evening.
We spent the dear portion of an minute thrashing, stroke, and teasing each other.
At one point, when he was sucking my clit into his mouth, he surprised me by gently probing my ass with his pinky.
I had tried anal retentive a few times before, and while I didn't hate it, it also wasn't my first off pick. But his pinky, gently probing at my anus while he was stimulating my clit with his tongue set me on fire.
The even was a beautiful experience, one that I would call up and re-live for a longsighted, long metre to come.

Until it turned into a violent ass-rape.

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

Tommy served Katie with divorcement papers the next week.
She dragged it out with asinine sound legal proceeding, hoping to break him and get every last cent she could.
It was a mussy process, I was deposed, as were a act of Katie's flings. She was surprised that Tommy was able to find out about so many of them.
The evaluator was none too happy about all the shenanigans, and granted roast hold, lessening Tommy's tike support.
The girls had been unwilling player in all this drama, and Katie worked to turn them against Tommy and against me.

Tommy and I had several more scratchy nights in bed while the divorce dragged on, and he would wind up taking out his anger at Katie by treating me like a sleep with toy.
Although I did sprain the mesa on him after I was deposed.
That damn lawyer had me so worked up, as soon as we got in the car, I attacked Tommy.
I tore his shirt and knickers clear, left lolly mark on his chest of drawers 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 fille eventually adjusted to the situation. Tommy and I married after the divorcement was finalized, and while their mother was still a perpetual prickle in my side, they came to bear me and even love me as their step-mother.

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

Or maybe, just because we like it .