Revenge

The phone only rang once before Don heard Anna’s still familiar voice. “Hello?”

“Hi”

“Who’s that…..? Good God!” The penny had dropped! “Talk about a blast from the past, how are you?

They had been an ‘item’ once, until her obsessive jealousy and possessiveness had killed Don’s feelings. He knew that he was walking on emotional thin ice in calling her, but he had what he firmly believed to be a very good reason!

“I’m fine, you?”

“Yes, fine thanks, to what do I owe this honour after… four years is it?

“I just fancied hearing your voice again.”

“And I just fancied sex with a Martian! Now what’s the real reason?”

“The real reason, oh ye of little faith! Ok, if I’m going to be honest, sex does have something to do with it!”

“What a surprise, go on!”

“Well, do you remember what you said when we split?”

“Quite bit as I recall!”

“Well,” he said again, “the bit I’ve got in mind had to do with you never turning me down if ever I felt fruity and wanted a shag!” He paused. “Well, I’m as randy as hell and Sylvia’s away, so how are you fixed?”

“You cheeky bastard, for four bloody years – nothing, then all of a sudden you think you can just ‘phone and fuck me?”

The direct approach had always been best with Anna in the past, but it looked like he’d miscalculated this time.

“You always said that it’s best to be honest, even if it sometimes it doesn’t look like the best way, so I’m just being upfront about things, I thought you’d appreciate that!” He was trying to sound apologetic

“And you thought that just by asking you’d get into my knickers?”

“Well, you did say….!” He left the statement hanging in the air.

“Yes, I did, didn’t I, and I meant it at the time.., though I wasn’t thinking of you waiting this bloody long!” She was capitulating! “You really are a bastard, you know that Don? But if you’re still as good as you used to be… You sod, you’re turning me on thinking about it”

“Is that a yes?”

“Oh……Damn you! Ok, Maybe yes, you bastard!”

“Then get your knickers off, gal, ‘cos I’m just outside!”

“Don’t be such a male chauvinist arsehole. The least you can do is have a coffee and tell me a bit about yourself before expecting me to lose my fucking underwear! …and I’m making no promises either”

“Temper, temper!” He was grinning now.

“Just get your arse in here, dammit!”

The door had been left open for him by the time he’d walked up the path. He took that as a welcome sign and let himself in, walking through to where he could see a light on in the kitchen. Little seemed to have changed in the house, it was still a miscellaneous mix of assorted styles and periods, as chaotic as its occupant.

That said occupant was standing at the sink rinsing a cup when he walked in behind her. Like the house she seemed much the same, still a bit heavy on the ‘derriere’, still a bit stooped in her posture, though she was not yet fifty, and still with the nondescript head of poorly styled brownish hair. She still dressed the same, he noticed, a white blouse and dark knee length skirt without stockings. What he had once seen in her he couldn’t think, except that she was a bloody good shag, and at his age he had been running out of alternatives!

He knew from her stance that she had heard him come in, but he still placed his carrier bag on the floor quietly before he padded up behind her and, reaching round, cupped her left breast with one hand and her ‘mound of Venus’ with the other! She was still wearing underwear! For about twenty seconds she made no sound or movement, seemingly just savouring an old familiar touch, but then she twisted away and went to the cupboard for the jar of instant coffee. The same old brand, he noticed irrelevantly!

“Coffee and a chat, and then maybe, just maybe mind….!” She looked at him for the first time as she spoke and he wondered if she was thinking that he had aged as much as he was thinking it of her!

Don watched as she stirred the coffee mugs. “Anyone in your life now, Anna?”

“Not since you ….Well nothing steady anyway”

“Must be ready for a bit then?” He was being deliberately rude, but then that used to turn her on! Anna was a very possessive and jealous woman, but she was also submissive in the sense that she loved to be humiliated verbally and ordered about in the bedroom. The more obscene the talk the hotter she became. She also enjoyed being spanked, and though that was not Don’s scene he had obliged her in the past. She looked at him but didn’t speak.

“Well, are you?”

She finally answered. “Yes, of course I am, as you might damn well know! I’m still bloody human, aren’t I?”

“Wet and willing then, eh?”

She picked up the coffees and started out for the living room, answering over her shoulder, “Do you have to talk so dirty?”

They sat down. Anna sat at one end of the settee, expecting Don to join her, but instead he sat in the chair facing, where she would normally have sat.

“So, what have you been up to since the last time you were here?” she asked him.

Don thought for a moment before saying, “Not a lot!” He knew that he really didn’t need to answer. The simple fact that the use of Sylvia’s name earlier had not raised any query had confirmed what he had suspected, that Anna had made it her business to follow his progress since they parted. He wasn’t surprised. Though they had never lived together, she had still acted as if she possessed him. Even though he had always made it clear that he was never going to settle down with her, but she had always wanted to know every detail of his life, sniping about every female he spoke to, even in the course of his business. It was this unbridled jealousy that had eventually caused him to finish with her and to move away, cutting all contact. Tonight’s phone call was supposedly the first she had heard of him since.

“And did you take your knickers off like I told you?” He knew she would have!

“I don’t know why you think I would, so no, I didn’t!” She knew what was coming next!

“You know you’re going to though, don’t you? And you know you want to really!” The direct approach again, it was the one sure way of getting her going at one time. Maybe this time?

“You’re very sure of yourself, aren’t you? You think I’m really going to fuck you just like that?”

“I think you want to. Go on; take ’em off!”

Anna hesitated, angry with herself for wanting him. But Don knew that the delay was more for effect than for real and waited. Sure enough, after looking hard at him for a long twenty seconds and seeing only a blank face, she raised her behind from the seat, pulled up her skirt and eased her panties down her legs, kicking them away with a look of defiance. She had let her pubic hair grow back.

“Open your legs and show me your cunt.”

She obeyed even more completely than he had really expected, raising her knees as she parted her legs, so that he had a completely unobstructed view of her pussy. It was, he could plainly see, glistening wet!

“Spread yourself, gal, I can’t see your clit for your bush”

Again she complied utterly, pulling her legs right back and reaching under them with both hands to hold her labia apart. He couldn’t complain about that sight, even her arsehole was on view.

“Anything else you’d like to see, oh mighty one?” She was trying to sound sarcastic, but her shallow breathing and sopping wet cunt showed that really she was only too eager to oblige.

Don smiled, “You might as well strip off and be done with it”

Without hesitation Anna stood and undressed, even ‘accidentally’ dropping her bra so that she could bend over with her back to him, wanting him to see a rear view of her pussy as well. Now naked before Don had so much as loosened his metaphorical tie, Anna sat back on the settee and opened her legs for him without any prompting. Her belly was, he thought, just a bit more rounded and her breasts were not quite as high, but her dark nipples, always so sensitive to his touch, were just as perky as ever, and just as inviting! She reached between her legs, using just the fingers of one hand to spread her labia this time for her other hand was cupping and gently massaging her left breast.

“Weren’t you going to tell me what you’ve been up to?” Anna reminded him, still displaying herself to him as she spoke.

“Yes, but maybe later. Right now I’m enjoying the show.” That was certainly true, especially the way she was playing with her breast, probably unaware of her actions. Don couldn’t help but feel randy watching this uninhibited exhibition by his former lover. “Anyway, you tell me, how’s your sex life these days?”

“If I say I buy my batteries wholesale, you’ll get the drift.

“Still strumming the old guitar then, eh?”

When Anna nodded ruefully he continued, “Then strum it for me now. Let me see how good you’ve become!”

Anna coloured with embarrassed surprise, but then began gently playing with her clit, ‘strumming’ it with the first two fingers of her right hand, letting Don watch her masturbate as he had often enjoyed doing before. Her breathing, already shallow, became more pronounced as performing for an audience aroused her further. In the past he would most often have stripped himself and joined in, letting her watch him masturbate at the same time. But this time he simply sat watching her play, apparently just taking in the sight of her wet pussy and busy fingers.

Then Don had another request. “Use your other hand and finger yourself, I want to see you right up your own cunt.”

Once again she submitted to his order without complaint and reaching beneath her raised leg she thrust two fingers deep into herself, pushing them in and out in time with her ‘strumming’ fingers. So wet was she that her fingers made sucking noises as they slid in and out of her pussy. She knew he could hear them, but she didn’t care, somewhere deep inside her an orgasm was making its first stirrings ready to blast her into heaven.

“Do you still like to get your arse smacked?” Don’s question caught her off guard and she nodded automatically. She had forgotten about the games they had played, pretending that she was a naughty schoolgirl needing punishment. Her body hadn’t forgotten though. She felt the jolt of adrenalin course through her at the memory of a smarting posterior.