A widowed neighbor gets caught up in a problematic marriage
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 knees pinned behind them. I had one hand on my pussy, frigging my clit, while my other hand was reaching underneath me, my middle finger 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 feel the heat deep in my loins. I was burning up and dripping pussy juice. 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 cock as I saw fireworks.
Tommy pulled out of me, and spun my unresisting body over. He grabbed my hips 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 back up and shoved the pillow under my hips before dropping me back down.
“Pleeeeeaaaaasssseeee, just a little bit of time.”
Tommy leaned over me and whispered in my ear.
“It’s ok Jess, you’ll be fine.”
He placed a 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 of his cock to my hole. 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 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 other hand and held me still. He was in complete control of me now, and had assumed a powerful mount position.
There was nowhere for me to go, all I could do was just hold still and take it.
Tommy plowed into me, his dick pushing past my sphincter, and deep into my colon. His hips were smacking into my ass cheeks, making a lewd slapping sound. Sweat was flying off both of our bodies, soaking the bed sheets underneath us.
I was still coming down from my orgasm, and my nerves were raw. This powerful fucking was almost too much for me. I squeezed my eyes shut, gritted my teeth, and waited for him to finish.
I knew that Tommy had a lot of shit 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.
“Take! That! Dick!! Take! That! Dick!!”
“Tommy, please.” I pleaded with him.
He slowed a bit, grabbed my hips in his hands, and started slamming into me even harder. His powerful arms pulled me back onto his 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, stop!!!! 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 bellow and coated my colon with his jizz before collapsing on my back, pinning me to the bed beneath his weight. He rolled over on his side, holding me close to him.
“Shhhh, it’s okay Katie.”
I wiped tears from my eyes and snarled at him over my shoulder.
“I’m not Katie, you asshole.”
I angrily shrugged his arms off of me, and pulled myself off his dick 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 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 floor. “All of it. I don’t know what to say. I can only apologize to you again, I don’t know what came over me.”
I looked down at the sink. “I think you better go.”
He nodded, apologized again, gathered his clothes and walked out of the room. I went back to bed and fell asleep, exhausted.
I awoke early the next morning and tended to my chores, moving slowly after the previous nights events. As I eventually worked my way back to the front of the house, I found a bouquet of white roses on the front porch. A small card was attached with a simple inion.
“I’m sorry. T“
I sighed and smiled. I wished I could stay mad at him, but it just wasn’t possible.
I glanced out the front window, gazing across the little horse farm I lived on.
This had once been a sleepy farming community, but about 15 years ago, real estate developers had come in and bought up all the land, transforming our little farm community into an upscale suburb, replete with gated subdivisions and snobby yuppies.
I still lived in the little frame house that my grandfather had built, I just couldn’t bear to part with it, so I held on despite lucrative offers from the developers.
When it was discovered that we had oil on our property, we leased the mineral rights, and sat back to collect the royalty checks.
I ran a large stable on our property, and all the snobs kept their horses boarded there. It was a 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 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 wife, who was also a world class snob.
She was always dressed to the nines in the latest designer fashions, carried Fendi purses, 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 attend to.
The girls often came over to ride the horses. I would strap them on, and gently lead a tame mare 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 lips 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.
“Mommy and daddy are fighting.” She whispered.
“Shhhhhh!” Dawn, two years older, gave her sister a fierce 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 lunch 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 grand afternoon.”
Amanda looked at her mother with trepidation. “Are you and daddy getting a divorce?”
Katie blanched at that. “Amanda! What kind of question is that? Not in front of strangers!!!”
Amanda looked at me. “Jess isn’t a stranger.”
Katie huffed. “Well she’s not family. Let’s go.”
And they left without another word.
A couple of days later I was tending to some work on the edge the property and saw Tommy over the fence in his pool.
“How are you doing?”
He looked up at me.
“Not too well. Katie took the girls and went to her mom’s.”
“I’m sorry.” He looked so dejected; my 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, 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 society 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 living room, and cast his eyes to the mantle where there were several pictures of Jake.
“How long have you been alone now, Jess?”
“Seven years.” I replied.
“I don’t know how you do it.” He sighed. He recovered himself quickly. “Jess, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…. I’m sorry.”
“It’s ok.” I told him. “I’ve gotten used to it.”
He left shortly thereafter. The next day, he texted me. “Dinner tonight at my place? I owe you.”
That night, I arrived with a 6 pack of Coors Light.
“I’m a redneck girl.” I told him with a smile.
“Fine by me,” he replied. “It’s good to be able to just relax and be real.”
I glanced around the cavernous living room. Everywhere you looked you saw expensive furnishings and decorations. The family 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 athlete, and Katie had been a Sorority girl. He had gone into the family business, 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 summers working for him, starting as an intern, and working in various low-level jobs throughout the company each year, gradually learning the business. He had worked hard, and was on the verge of buying his dad out, something that Katie couldn’t fathom.
“She doesn’t understand why he won’t just give it to me. I’m afraid she doesn’t always live in the real world. She’s worried about the way it will impact our lifestyle when we don’t have so much liquidity.”
“Is that why she’s gone?” It wasn’t too surprising. Financial problems are the number one issue for married couples 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 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 topics, and he seemed more relaxed.
We watched the Sunday night game on his big screen, loudly cheering.
I left after the game was over, and he suggested that we get together for Monday 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 disappointed to miss out on dinner and the game.
In the coming days, I would get random texts from him, complaining, venting, or just asking how I was doing. Truth to tell, I started to feel a little bit uncomfortable about the situation. 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 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 fuck away from my husband, or I’ll claw your fucking eyes out!!!!!”
I quickly hung up on her, but my phone kept blowing up with voicemails and threatening texts for the next hour.
The next day, Tommy knocked on my door, looking apologetic.
“Katie took a look at my phone, and saw the texts. I’m afraid she jumped to conclusions. I told her that nothing happened, but….. well you saw how that worked out.”
“Look Tommy, you’re a nice guy, but this situation with Katie …. It’s nuts. And with your girls, I just think it’s best if we don’t have any communication.”
He nodded, but was clearly hurt by this.
“I know. Once again, I’m sorry.”
And he left.
I bumped into him later that week at a local 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 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 weeks. Sometimes she took the girls, sometimes she left them behind.
Through it all, Tommy tried to maintain a strong front, telling the girls that mommy 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 wind up asking me to join him for dinner. I was wary, but by this point, Katie’s indiscretions were a bit of an open secret around town. It turned out that she made a 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 make 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 take 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, 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 need for me, and it mirrored my own.
The need to be touched, to be wanted, to be loved.
I hadn’t felt this way in so long, and feeling his touch on my skin inflamed my passions. I wanted him.
I wanted to feel his hands on my bare skin, to feel his lips touch me, to feel him inside of me.
I needed him.
I needed to feel 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 glimmer 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?”
“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 think 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 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?”
“She’ll take off again with no explanation!”
“Tommy, your marriage is over. And everyone realizes it but you.”
I gave him a passionate kiss.
“You have to let her go.”
He looked at me, and I saw pain in his deep blue eyes.
“I don’t know if I can.”
“Let me help you.”
I sat back and pulled my shirt off over my head, and undid my bra.
Tommy was mesmerized by my breasts. I reached down and took his hands before guiding them to my rock hard nipples.
However, as soon as he touched me, he pulled his hands away as though they had been scalded.
“I can’t …. I can’t. I’m sorry.”
He sat up, and I rolled off of him as he stood and walked away from the couch.
“I think you should go.”
I couldn’t believe this.
I pulled my shirt back on and left without a word.
As soon as I got home, I stripped naked and walked to my bedroom. I stood in front of my antique full length mirror and examined myself.
Was there something wrong with me?
Was there some flaw 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 complexion that was burnished by my constant outdoors work.
Tending to the horses had given me a firm and toned body.
I examined my arms. Not overly muscular, you could trace the definition in them. No turkey necks hanging beneath them.
My breasts were round and full, natural 34 Cs with just the perfect amount of hang.
I rubbed my hands in lazy circles on them.
My fingers twisted my pert nipples like radio dials.
With one hand still fondling my breast, I traced the fingernails of my free hand down my taut stomach. 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 flat as I had been as a teenager.
I traced the outer curve of my hips, 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 horseback riding had sculpted my ass and thighs.
My finger located my clit and lightly stroked it, sending a little jolt 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 while, 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 finger in and out of my increasingly wet pussy.
I could feel my temperature rising when I heard a knock at my front door.
Are you fucking kidding me?!?!?
I tried to ignore it when I heard Tommy’s voice.
“Jess, open up.”
I threw on a robe and went to the door.
Tommy was standing there, looking crushed.
“Katie just called. She told me that she’s hired a divorce lawyer.”
I just stood there, staring at him, and annoyed as hell that he had interrupted me.
“I told you it was over Tommy, maybe now you see it.”
He looked up with anger in his eyes.
“How could she do this to me? Just string me along and hit me with this?”
Without thinking, I reached out and pulled him into the house while dropping my robe.
His eyes bulged as he took in my naked 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 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 actions 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 legs apart with his knees, and guided his cockhead to my pussy.
“Tommy…..” I moaned. “Do it. I want you.”
He thrust into me with such force that it knocked the breath from my lungs.
As I steadied myself, he grabbed my wrists in his hands and held them against the wall above my head.
Tommy wasn’t building up to anything, he started a rhythmic pounding 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 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 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 feel my orgasm swell within me, almost from my toes.
I felt my pussy clamp down on his cock, and he suddenly stopped moving as he shouted out, his body jerked once or twice, and then I felt him explode inside of me.
“Oh God, Tommy.”
He leaned against me, and breathed deeply.
He stepped back, and I whimpered as I felt his cock slip from my pussy.
I turned to face him, and smiled.
He looked down, then away, as if he was ashamed to meet my gaze.
“Ummmmm. I don’t know what to say. I’m not really sure 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 pants 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 press the issue.
I knocked on his front door and walked right in. I spun on my heel 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 meet my gaze.
“Katie’s talking about working things out again.”
I didn’t know what to say next, so he filled in the silence.
“She said that she was angry when she told me about the lawyer……”
His voice 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 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 week, Tommy texted me.
“Can we talk?”
I knew I shouldn’t, but watching his soap opera from afar had really gotten to me, and I missed him.
After being alone for so many years, I thought that certain needs had long since gone, but they were just lying dormant.
And it wasn’t just the sex, it was the companionship, the intimacy, the ability to talk to someone on more than just a casual level. I felt alive when I was with him.
“Come by tonight.” I replied.
That night I sat on my couch while Tommy paced back and forth and spewed all his anger and frustrations out.
For an hour I listened to him rage against her and how unfair this entire situation was, how it was damaging his girls, how it was driving him crazy, and how it was starting to affect his business.
Finally, his phone buzzed.
He looked down at it.
“Katie says she’ll be back tomorrow….”
I rolled my eyes.
“And how long do you think 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 grocery store.”
His eyes flashed as a quickly glared at me.
“Don’t you talk about my wife that way!”
“Listen Tommy, you just spent the evening complaining about her running around on you, and now you’re defending her? Are you even listening to yourself? Ask yourself what do you think she was doing while she was gone?”
“She had the 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 secure your families future, and what is Katie doing right now? She’s blowing through all of your money, which means that you’ll have to work even more!”
“It’s …. “
“It’s nuts!” I shouted at him.
“What I don’t get Tommy, is why after all that she’s put you through, why you still keep letting her do it to you some more!! When are you going to wake up?!?!?!?”
At this 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!! 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 furious. Truth to tell, probably at both of them.
Tommy looked at me, stunned. Then I saw anger rise in his eyes. He stepped forwards, grabbed my face in his hands, and pulled me to him for a passionate kiss. I eagerly responded, and wrapped my arms around his neck.
He reacted by roughly flinging them away and spinning me around, before forcing me down to my knees on the couch.
He grabbed the waistband of my shorts 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 dazed, moving in a lustful fog.
For some reason, he frightened me a bit. This whole scenario did.
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 place his hand on the small of my back as he jabbed at my pussy with his cock. I reached back between my legs to 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 pussy.
I cried out as he slammed into me and began pounding away.
Like our last encounter, this wasn’t gentle, this was a frantic fucking. He didn’t care about my pleasure; 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 face 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 head hanging down and breathing deeply. The expression on his face 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 expression changed to one of embarrassment. He looked down and began pulling his pants up.
“Jess, I have to go. I’ll call you later.”
And with that, he was gone.
I was down on my couch on my knees and elbows, his cum soaking into the back of my shirt, with my shorts and my underwear pulled down far enough to allow him entry.
Well this is awkward, I thought to myself as I got up.
What was wrong with him? He fucks me and leaves? What was that?
A week later, we were back at it. Katie had moved out, taking the girls with her.
Tommy texted me the news, and I told him to come over for dinner.
He sat and stewed as we ate, I could tell that he had a lot going through his mind. Conversation was kept to a minimum, with no mention of our previous encounter, or the latest 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 back of my neck and pushed me face down on top of it. Once again, my pants were yanked down, his dick was freed, and he plunged into me, pistoning away until he pulled out and came on my back.
He didn’t even say anything this time as he left.
I put my head down on the table and began to cry.
I was the other woman. The one he fucked when his wife was gone.
I felt so dirty.
He was totally oblivious to my tears, my feelings, to what he was doing to me.
He was degrading me.
And I was letting him do it.
The next night he was back. There wasn’t even the pretense of dinner this time, as soon as I opened the door, he kissed me hard and backed me up against the wall. As he went to turn me around, I placed my hands on his chest.
He looked confused.
“I’m not going to keep playing along.”
“Jess, what are you talking about?”
“I’m not going to be your whore. I don’t know what’s going on with you and Katie, but I’m not some girl that you can come over and fuck when you’re angry at her.”
He pressed his lips together.
“Jess, that’s not what this is.”
“Really Tommy? Have you ever asked me how my day has been? How I’m feeling? Whether or not I like what we’re doing? Have you rubbed my back? My 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?????!!”
Tears were starting to flow now.
“I’m a good person, and I don’t deserve this! I don’t want a casual lay, or a fuck buddy! I want someone 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 head 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. 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 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 moment, then went and sat down next to him.
“I’d like that.”
“Thank you. For giving me another chance.”
He leaned towards me and kissed me.
Gently this time, like he was afraid to hurt me. His hands began working up the nape of my neck, gently stroking it as he massaged my scalp and played with my hair.
We made out on the couch like a couple of teenagers for a while before I rose and took him by the hand into my bedroom.
We stripped one another like we were kids on Christmas morning, excited to see what lay beneath the wrapping.
Tommy picked me up in his arms and laid me down on the bed as gently as if I were an egg, his lips never leaving mine.
He caressed my body with his fingers, gently running them up and down my figure, 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 several minutes down there licking me, and gave me my first orgasm of the evening.
We spent the better part of an hour licking, stroking, 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 a few times before, and while I didn’t hate it, it also wasn’t my first choice. But his pinky, gently probing at my anus while he was stimulating my clit with his tongue set me on fire.
The evening was a beautiful experience, one that I would remember and re-live for a long, long time to come.
Until it turned into a violent ass-rape.
Looking across my lawn, holding the flowers, 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 trail of flowers to my bedroom…..
Tommy served Katie with divorce papers the next week.
She dragged it out with mindless legal proceedings, hoping to break him and get every last cent she could.
It was a messy process, I was deposed, as were a number of Katie’s flings. She was surprised that Tommy was able to find out about so many of them.
The judge was none too happy about all the shenanigans, and granted joint custody, lessening Tommy’s child support.
The girls had been unwilling participants in all this drama, and Katie worked to turn them against Tommy and against me.
Tommy and I had several more rough 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 tables 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 pants open, left scratch marks on his chest and face, and rode him like a bucking bronco in the drivers seat in the parking garage.
He stared at me with bug eyes after I came and climbed off of him.
“Remind me never to make you angry…” Then we both burst out laughing.
The girls eventually adjusted to the situation. Tommy and I married after the divorce was finalized, and while their mother was still a perpetual thorn in my side, they came to accept me and even love me as their step-mother.
Even though the years have gone by, Tommy and I still have some rough sex at least once a month after Katie has done something to piss off one of us.