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Subject: {ASSM} The Hard Way (M/F, Adultery, Anal) -- Revised
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The Hard Way
by AntaeusQ

When I met Tammy she had two kids, Cindy, fourteen and Thomas, five.
Tammy was married to Thomas' father, John. They'd been together for
six years. I have no idea how they made it that long. She despised the
guy, hated him from the very start. She got together with him on
account of his dick, she told me. Apparently, the guy was hung like a
regular horse. And he had money. But when has that ever been enough?
They hated each other. They cussed themselves out in front of the
kids.

Tammy was 33 years old, when we met at work. I was 24. After a long
night of heavy drinking and smoking pot, where I ended up puking
outside a shit Mexican restaurant, she drove me home. I had no problem
convincing her to come up to my apartment. We were still drunk, and
that made it easier.

We made out on the couch. She was wonderful, full bodied, big breasted
and gifted with a very nice pair of legs and an incredible ass. By the
end of the night, I'd cum in her mouth. We fucked on the living room
floor. From that night on, we got together as often as we could. She
stole time from her kids. That bothered me. It never bothered me that
she had a husband, though. We shared the same woman. He fucked his
wife. So what? That was his duty. My joy in her had nothing to do with
a piece of paper.

She didn't love John. That was clear. She used him to keep a roof over
her kid's heads. Our relationship was less materially complicated. But
it got more elaborately twisted. It was sex, sure. But over time, our
adultery evolved.

"If I didn't have you," she told me one time, "life would be
unbearable. Do you understand what I'm saying? You and me, our time
together, that brings me the only joy in my otherwise shitty life."

Leave, I would say.

"I can't divorce him. Why? Are you going to marry me? With my kids and
with how old I am? Get serious. I'm not going to divorce him. No. I'll
make the most out of the situation. On my own, I'd have to move into
the ghetto. I'd have to live next to bunch of gang-bangers."

"You can live in a trailer park." I'd say, jokingly.

"Fuck you," she said.

I have a feeling John knew. How couldn't he? Tammy was gone so much.

I put myself in his shoes. The pressure must have built up, the fact
that his wife was fucking other men. That idea obsessed him. And so,
one day, when the kids were at school and Tammy was working, he had
enough. He shot himself. Cindy, Tammy's daughter found him after
school. I felt guilt then.

I told Tammy, "It's my fault."

"Stop," she said. "Don't. Please don't go there. How do you think I
should feel? He's been on some serious antidepressants for years." she
said. "The drugs have side-effects. And he had issues that had nothing
to do with you or me. So don't say anything. You don't know. No one
knows why he did it. Only he does and now he's dead."

Tammy and I didn't see each other outside of work for several days.
She attended the funeral, and the next day told me she was going on a
family vacation, a little something to reconnect with the kids. But
before she left, she wanted to see me. It had been so long, I looked
forward to being with her again.

"When you come back, maybe I can come to your home," I said. "We don't
have to sneak around."

She smiled. "That would be nice. I have to be the best mother I can
be," she said. "I need to spend more time at home."

On that night, after work and after several drinks at a bar, we went
to my place and fucked, an amazing protracted scene of slow kisses,
licking - full of deliberate touches and looking into each other's
eyes. I held her tight and she came a few times, convulsing under my
pressure.

We showered and washed each other, all the while kissing and caressing
all over. She got down on her knees and sucked my cock in the tub. The
shower rained down her face. We got out and dried ourselves with our
towels. I still hadn't had enough. I had her bend over the sink, while
I got down and ate her pussy out, licking her swollen clitoris,
bitting her ass cheeks, even tonguing her puckered asshole. She
squirmed and moaned.

We went back into the bedroom, to our cold sheets and we fucked again.
She bit and scratched.

We went out for dinner at an Italian place and then came back to my
apartment. We drank shots of tequila, and got hammered, just like the
first time. Then we fucked again. With all we had done, it took us
forever to climax. Sweat ran down our bodies. After an hour of this,
we collapsed, still not satisfied. She lay next to me, stroking my
whithered cock.

She cleared her throat. "Steve," she said. "Can I tell you something?
This is me, okay, and I'm not expecting anything from you. Don't freak
out." She got up on her elbows, and turned her tired face to me. Her
huge tits hung beautifully down her chest. "You've been great to me
all these months, especially recently. You keep me sane. I don't know
what I'd have done without you. I want to let you know how much you
mean to me, and not just for the wonderful sex, which is great. Let me
tell you. The best. But even beyond that, I want to let you know that
I appreciate you and that I love you," she said. She sighed and fell
back on my arm. "Don't say anything, now. Just know that whatever
happens, I'll always love you."

"I love you, too," I told her. I explained a bit of what I meant by
that. "I love you as my friend, as my lover."  I went on and on. I
qualified it, but I meant it. That made her very happy.

She told me she wanted to give me something she'd never given anyone
before.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Get up," she told me, and jumped off the bed. I marveled at her
stark, honest nakedness. "Come on, get up. You need to be standing." I
lazily slid off the bed and onto the cold wooden floor.

"Do you have any Vaseline?" she asked.

"No," I told her.

"Any baby oil?"

I looked at her like she was crazy. "What would I do with something
like that?"

She tapped her foot and pinched her nipple. "Shampoo, then?"

"What the fuck do you want with my shampoo, Tam?"

She put her hands on my arms, and kissed me, shoving her tongue deep
into my mouth. "Will you just bring it to me?"

I left the bedroom and brought back an almost full bottle of VO5.

"That'll do," she said. "I like VO5." I didn't ask her any questions.
"This'll clean up well, too, so it's perfect. Come over here, behind
me. Maybe you'll want to turn on the lights. I think it's something
you'd like to see. I wish I could see what it looks like." She put her
upper body on the bed. She grabbed the pillows blanket. Her ass hung
over the side, so beautiful and round, and awkward. She spread her
long legs wide and adjusted her body. "Pour that into my ass crack and
then rub it in. I want you to fuck me up the ass. Have you ever done
that?"

"No."

"Me neither."

I got excited at trying something new. I'd never done this before. In
the past, with other women, I'd brought up the subject, but none of my
girlfriends would ever consider it. Now it was Tammy asking me. She
was telling me she wanted me to fuck her where no man had ever fucked
her.

"You sure about this Tammy?" I asked.

"Of course I'm sure. I want to give this to you, Steve. No one's ever
fucked me there. They've asked. Man, have they pestered me about it.
I've never let them. But I want to give that to you. You'll take it
easy, won't you?"

"Of course."

"Stop when I ask. You promise to be easy? I don't want to tear."

I pinched and jiggled her butt cheek. "I'll take it easy." I turned
the bottle over on its top and then I squeezed the golden yellow
liquid directly over the top of her ass, right below her tattoo of a
dolphin jumping over a blue-green Zen symbol. The shampoo pooled into
her ass crack. I spread her ass and the shampoo ran quickly down her
ass and pussy, coursing through the wild mat of brown pubic hair.

"Ooh, that's cold. Just like that. Now, spread it in there. Don't be
afraid to get those fingers into my asshole."

I shoved a finger into her.

"Like this?" I asked.

"Yes, yes."

It was hard at first. She was tight, definitely nervous. My cock was
hard as a rock.

"Ooh, yes," she said, "Get in there and work my asshole. I don't want
you to hurt me."

"I'd never hurt you," I said.

We were both so anxious, anticipating it, like we were discovering
some new country, exploring unexplored territories. Her asshole was so
tight. It closed around my finger. But I knew how this worked. I had
to keep turning and pulling on her sphincter, which I did.  I got my
finger in down to my knuckle. I licked my lips. I added another finger
and worked her gently. Then I added another. I used my thumb, too. The
shampoo built into a lather.

"You okay?" I asked.

She rolled her ass under my hand. She moaned. "Oh, my god, that feels
good. Mmmm, this is going to be great. Oh, yes, fuck me with your
fingers." She inhaled through her teeth. "Oh shit, I feel like I'm
going to poop..."

"Don't."

"...but I'm not."

I cautiously finger fucked her. I ran my other hand up and down her
thighs. She pulled on the sheets and bit into the cushions. It was
wonderful agony, I could tell. She lifted herself on the tips of her
toes.

"That's enough," she said. "I'm ready. I think." She adjusted her feet
and spread her butt cheeks apart. I looked into the gaping, small red
tunnel. I salivated over this new object of my lust. I wiped my
fingers on a t-shirt. "Come inside of me," she said. "I can't barely
contain myself. Fuck me in the ass," she insisted and pulled at my ass
as I pressed against hers.

I grabber her hair and rolled my swollen cock around her anus.

"Come on, Steve. Stop teasing and fuck me already. You have no idea
how much I want that fucking cock inside me."

"You want it, really? You want me fucking you in the ass?"

I grabbed the shampoo trapped in her cunt hairs and I lathered my
shaft. I took a deep breath and then I pulled back my foreskin. I went
in. The top of the head went right in without any trouble. I looked
up. Tammy's mouth hung open.

"I'm putting it all in." I told her.

"Go ahead, it feels nice. Mmm, it feels so nice." She bit the blanket
and closed her eyes.

I moved in and out, enjoying the new sensation of her ribbed asshole
and the tight sphincter at the back of my cock. I loved watching
myself disappear into her. Slowly at first and then with quicker
movements, I moved in and out of her bowels. She wiggled and adjusted
herself. She danced and bounced herself, turning on her cock-pinned
ass. I built up speed, played with different rhythms. I jack-hammered
in and out. I fucked her as hard as I ever had her pussy. She yelled
for more.

"Fuck me, you fucking asshole. Fuck my ass, take my ass from me. Fuck
it! Fuck it!"

I slowed the pace. "You're sure this is your first time, Tammy?" I
asked her.

"Oh, you fucker. Of course it's my first time. How can you fucking ask
me? I'm giving you my precious ass and you have the nerve to doubt me.
You're the first, the first one I've ever let inside my butt, and now
I'm your goddamn ass-fucked bitch."

I smacked her ass and climbed over on top of her. I licked her spine
and shoulder blades. She tasted salty and wet from her acrid sweat. I
pulled out and shoved it as deep as I could. She screamed and panted
for air.

"Tammy," I said, "I'm going to shoot my cum inside of you." I bit her
back and hurried my pace.

"Just do it," she said.

I tilted my head back and shot my cum over and over into her
intestines. I groaned and squeezed my eyes shut. She kicked her hips
up and down, like she was fucking the bed. She convulsed and writhed,
pulling the blanket into her arms. She kept up her ass action. She
came right after me, with my cock still in her. When I pulled out,
semen spewed from her stretched-out asshole. Her body collapsed. I
wiped her ass with my t-shirt, and then I wiped the length of my cock.

"I loved that," she said.

"Oh, thank you, Tammy."

She lay prostrate, perfectly still, breathing deeply though her mouth.
I patted her ass. She pulled her legs up into the bed. I thought about
the bathroom, about soaping off my cock and washing it, but I skipped
it. Instead, I got into bed behind her and pulled the cover over us.
She wrapped my arm around her and I kissed the hairs at the base of
her head.

"I'll always remember this," she said.

"Me, too," I whispered.

She woke up in the middle of the night, like she frequently did, got
dressed and left. I vaguely remember her kissing my forehead. The next
day, we emailed and talked on the phone for a few minutes. We
reminisced about the night before.

"Yes, that was good," she said. "I'll always remember last night."

She told me she had to get ready to leave. She had a lot to pack.

"Where are you going?" I asked. I couldn't remember if she ever told
me.

"Down the coast. A road trip."

"When you get back, I want to see you again as soon as possible," I
said.

I didn't call or email her for most of her vacation. I didn't want to
intrude on her family time. They deserved this time. I entertained
myself by masturbating, thinking about Tammy. I couldn't back in there
with her. That night when she let me into her ass was just the
promise.

A few days before she was due back, I called her cellphone. She didn't
answer and she never called back Nothing. This was strange. Maybe
she'd lost her phone. I figured she'd call when she got back from
vacation. Again, nothing. I called every few days, until I got the
message that the number was disconnected. I couldn't figure it out. I
drove by her house and looked through the curtains. The furniture was
still there. But I could tell she hadn't come back. Mail overfilled
the mailbox. I stopped by every once in a while. After a few weeks,
the house went on the market. And that was it.

I never heard from her again.

That's how it ended. She meant so much more to me than I admitted to
myself. It started off as sex and became friendship and when it
couldn't go any further, it had to sacrifice itself for something new.
She gave me the last thing she had to give of herself. Before me,
She'd given away her heart, her cunt, her self-respect, everything
that she valued. There was no more worth in any of it. Then one night,
she gave me this precious intimate piece of her and then she closed
the book. She severed the past, and went looking for a better life.
She realized she was more than a neglectful mother and adulteress. She
was more than just a cunt to be fucked.

She did it the hard way. She walked away.

-- by Antaeusq
http://antaeusq.blogspot.com/

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