That's the one thing she had never, never done. Let Dan fuck her in the ass. He wanted to. He'd tried several times, but she'd squirmed away in disgust.
She couldn't help it. Her upbringing had been so strict. Rhonda had thought back to her childhood many times during her months alone. And she realized now that her mother's stern lectures had completely turned her off. As a virgin bride she had been properly fearful of sex. Her mother said it hurt, and it sure did. And after that everything went from bad to worse. Damn, she thought, if I could only do it all over again.
But it was too late for that. Dan probably never wanted to see her again. She couldn't blame him. He had his red haired bitch. Why would he want to give her another chance?
Rhonda fingered her restless cunt through the slacks she wore to work. Well, if I can't have Dan, there is a way I can have a cock like his. She smiled and rubbed harder on her drooling slit, thinking lewd thoughts of her young son Brad.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Rhonda's heart leaped into her throat when she saw Dan's new red sports car parked in front of the house. Something's happened, she thought. One of the kids has been hurt!
She ran across the lawn toward the door. Small, cold breaths of fear chilled her lungs and made her racing heart shiver. Outside the door, she paused a second to collect herself. Rhonda took a long, calming breath. Then she smoothed her silver blonde hair.
"What happened?" she asked as she burst into the room. "Dan, what's wrong?"
Her ex-husband smiled stiffly. He was sitting cross-legged on the living room couch, looking calm and in control. And very sexy, as always. Rhonda's thumping heart now beat with a new rhythm.
"Nothing's wrong," he assured her. His smile softened. Dan looked more friendly now than when she had first burst into the living room. He was thinking of his daughter Cindy, comparing her with his ex-wife.
Rhonda's hair didn't have the gleam of pure gold. The years had streaked it with silver. She was more full-breasted than Cindy, and her hips flared more dramatically from her narrow waist.
"You're looking good," Dan said simply. "Damn good!" He liked the flashing veins of silver in her long hair. And his lips moved, hungry once again for her large, thick-nippled breasts.
"I'm sure you didn't come by in the middle of the night just to tell me how I look," Rhonda said. Her tone was cool, the words quite crisp. Rhonda bit her lip, wishing she'd given him a warmer greeting.
"Er, no." Dan searched for words. He couldn't tell her the truth. Not the whole truth. Not yet. "Cindy called, said she wanted to talk. She sounded pretty upset, so I came over."
"Upset? Upset about what?"
Dan searched her eyes, her expression for some hint of her inner thoughts. "She misses me," he said finally. "She wants me to come home."
"Oh." Rhonda let the small word drop like a brick from the top of a ten story building. "And what do you want?" She stood near him now, looking down, wondering if he would mind if she sat beside him.
"Oh, you know me," he said lightly. "What I always wanted."
"Aaaah, yes." Rhonda threw herself down beside him on the couch. "Dan," she blurted, "oh, Dan, I was such a fool! I got so tired working and raising the kids. I… I let you down. And I'm sorry!" Rhonda coiled her arms around his neck and hugged him nervously. The sudden warmth of him made her pussy juices flow wet and free – a wonderful sensation she had missed for far too long.
"That was then," he said without a trace of bitterness. "It's now I'm wondering about." One of her softly swollen breasts had mashed itself flat in the hollow beneath his left arm. The other leaned temptingly across his chest. Dan cupped the creamy tit and squeezed it warmly, working his fingers toward the thick nipple at its peak.
"Now I need you. I want you. Oh, Dan, I want you so much!" Rhonda warmed instantly to his touch. She pulled her shoulder back and pressed her full breast more firmly into his grasp.
"Do you?" he asked doubtfully. He found the side zipper of her slacks and pulled it down, working his hand across her sleek panties toward the slit of her cunt.
"Yes! Oh, God, yes!" she rocked her hips to meet his probing fingers.
He worked his hand up, inside the elastic and down through her damp tangle of cunt hair. "How much?" he asked, sliding one long finger to the mouth of her drooling gash.
Rhonda squirmed and her mouth trembled. "I… I can't tell you how much. Let me show you!" She arched strongly, stabbing his finger into her juicy slit, clinging and writhing while she worked her way out of her clothes.
"I can't remember the last time you got this hot!"
"It's not the last time," she assured him. "It's the first. The first of many! Oh, Dan, take me back! Just take me. Do anything you want!"
"Anything?" he asked on an in drawn breath. Her searching hands had found his naked cock. His raging heat had dried the thick oils from his daughter's pussy, but the sheen and the scent of her remained.
"Yes, anything!" Rhonda took a deep breath. She caught the scent of cunt, but never would have dreamed where it came from. She jerked her hand excitedly up and down his gleaming cock.
"Aaaaahhhhh," Dan said. He'd wondered at first if this woman could ever excite him again. She had at first, of course, in the early years of their marriage. Then things just went to hell. But now all of his old feelings came surging back.
"I can still make you hot," she purred happily. "I can still make your big prick throb and glow like a burning log!"
"Yeah, you can," he had to admit. His cock ached from the searing strain of blood her flailing hand pumped into his ruddy prick. "If you want it… EAT IT!" he told her.
Rhonda gulped. She'd never cared much for cocksucking. It was wrong, sinfully wrong, her mother had often said. So what? Her mother was full of shit! She spread her lips and closed them warmly on the swollen head of his hot prick.
"Hhhhhhooooo," she said. She had done it once or twice. Only to please him. When he'd rammed it in, she almost gagged. Now she pulled and sucked hungrily with soft wet lips as sleek as fur.
A tangy, biting flavor filled her mouth. She knew it was the taste of another cunt. It had to be. But she didn't care. She'd show him she was better. She'd win him back! Rhonda bobbed her head in a silver-blonde blur.
"Yyyyyyuuuuuummmmmm!" she crooned, slurping down the smooth, sweet taste of cunt. "Mmmmmmmmhhhhhhh!" Too bad she hadn't sucked him more before. She loved the power of that throbbing prick. It swelled and burned in her wet throat and filled her mind with clouds of lusty steam.
Hard and hot as his huge cock was, Dan felt nowhere near ready to come. Sweet little Cindy had seen to that. He smiled, knowing that this would be a long and very special night for his ex-wife. He had one old score left to settle, and thoughts of that made his cockhead tinge with raw delight!
"Fuck me!" Rhonda said, dragging her lips from his cock just long enough to speak the words. She covered his hand with hers and made him maul her slithery clit. It bulged full and warm from its protective folds of skin, and jagged sparks of need stabbed through her when he twisted it and worked it up and down.
"Oh, yes!" she cried after another sucking cock stroke. "You make my pussy burn! Fuck me, Dan. Fuck my hungry cunt!"
He smiled to hide his chilling thoughts. It wasn't her eager cunt he wanted. It was her ass. Her virgin shithole. He was thinking about that and what her fucking divorce lawyer had tried to do to him. "I'm going to fuck you," he said calmly. "I'm going to fuck you in a way you'll never forget!"
"Do it!" she cried. "I want you. I want you back!"
"And back is where you're going to get it," he said. "Turn over!"
"Whhhaaaat?" Rhonda gulped in fear, but she did as she was told. She knew she had no choice. She lay face-down before him on the couch, her whole body quaking with frightful expectation.