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Dirty Phone Calls with His Ex-Wife - Part 11
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"It's time for bed," Mae said before softly kissing Scott on the cheek.
They'd been cuddled up on the couch watching TV and every moment of it had felt utterly perfect. Nights like that had become much more commonplace in their relationship, which seemed to Scott to be moving ever closer to something resembling a reconfigured version of their marriage.
Mae took his hand and led him to the bedroom. She stopped a few steps into the room and he stripped her naked, as was his duty on nights when he stayed at her house. While removing her pants and panties, Scott fell to his knees and placed a handful of kisses on her ass cheeks, as he always did.
Mae then stepped away, turned around, and wiggled her toes. Scott leaned forward and kissed her feet, showing his deference to the beautiful woman he now worshiped at every opportunity.
"I'd like to wear the pink satin slip with the white lace trim," she said.
Scott stood and hurried to her closet. He saw the slip immediately and gently removed it from its wooden hanger and returned to the bedroom. Mae smiled and gently caressed one of her breasts as he approached.
She lifted her arms and Scott helped her into the slip. He watched as the delicate satin cascaded down her body and fell into place. He admired the way it hugged her breasts and noted that her nipples were hard and pushing through the material.
"Strip," she said.
Scott removed his clothes while noting that Mae hadn't asked him to help her into a pair of panties. He hoped that meant he'd be permitted to worship her pussy before bed.
Once he was naked she moved behind him and gently pressed her satin-clad body against his. The material was warm and soft and her lips showered his shoulders and the back of his neck in soft kisses.
"It's time you give up your house," she said softly. "And move in with me."
"Really?"
Mae ran her fingers over his chest, down his stomach, and between his legs. She stroked his cock until it came to life and then let it go as her fingers danced over his upper thighs, hips, and around to his ass.
"Yes. I want you to move in with me permanently. I want you to be my full time cuckold. I want you to prepare to be my husband once more."
Scott's cock got hard at the notion of being Mae's cuckold husband. It was the thing he'd always wanted. It was the thing that had led to their divorce, and it was the thing it now seemed that he'd get to enjoy full time.
"Thank you, Mae," he said.
She stepped in front of him and kissed his chest and neck. "I should be the one thanking you."
"Really?"
Mae took his cock in her hand and stroked him slowly. She teased his balls, too, encircling him in a beautiful, gentle kind of pleasure that felt both relaxing and enthralling.
"I'm happy, Scott. Deeply happy. Happier than I've ever been. You showed me a side of myself that I didn't know existed. Your eagerness to be cuckolded opened me to the more dominant part of my personality. I thought I could never be married to someone that seemed as pathetic as a cuckold seemed to be. I was wrong, though. And I was wrong about you being pathetic."
She kissed him on the lips. For just a moment her tongue darted into his mouth and she moaned softly.
"I like to call you pathetic. It turns me on and I'm pretty sure it turns you on too."
He nodded.
"But I've learned that you're brave. You're a rare man that's fully in touch with his desires and is willing to share them without reservation or any sense of shame. I admire that, Scott. It takes bravery to be so open. It takes bravery to be willing to suck another man's cock in front of your ex-wife, to be willing to clean that man's cum from your ex-wife's pussy, to be willing to be verbally berated and humiliated by that man before he fucks your ex-wife while you watch. It takes bravery to admit that doing all of that turns you on more than if you were the one between my legs."
"It does," he said.
Mae kissed him again and then turned and crawled into the bed. She paused on her hands and knees and looked over her shoulder. Scott pulled his gaze from her ass and pussy - which were breathtaking - and noted her smile.
"I'd like you to worship my ass a little," she said before slowly falling to her stomach.
Scott crawled into the bed, spread his ex-wife's ass cheeks, and pressed his face between them. He ran his tongue over her asshole, rimming her slowly and gently while she moaned. He squeezed her ass in the way he knew she loved and was greeted with a long, low, beautiful moan.
"I wouldn't have learned how good this could feel if it weren't for you. Some men are more than happy to lick ass a little, but most aren't willing to worship it, and I've come to love the feel of my cuck's eager tongue worshiping my tight little hole."
Scott moaned to show his love for rimming her, but he kept at it.
Mae reached back and rubbed her clit, lifting her hips a little to get access. Scott could hear the wetness of her pussy as she masturbated and he wanted to taste her. He knew that Mae was teasing him, though, at least somewhat. She was making him eat her ass while playing with the thing he craved more than any other and she was likely getting turned on while she did it.
"That's good, cuck," she said before inching forward and slowly flipping onto her back as Scott remained on his stomach.
"Your pussy is so beautiful."
She smiled. "Yes, it is. You enjoyed my pussy, didn't you? When you were allowed to have it?"
"Very much so, yes."
"Being cuckolded turns you on even more than getting to fuck me though, right?"
"It does...though it's been so long since we've had sex - since I've had sex with anyone, actually - that I imagine it would be a unique sort of pleasure to be allowed inside someone again. Inside you, in particular, because there's something very different about having sex with someone you're in love with."
She smiled and for a moment Scott saw genuine emotion in her eyes and across her face. "You're in love with me?"
He nodded. "I don't think I ever stopped being in love with you. Now, though...I mean, I'm getting to be what I've always wanted to be with the only woman I've ever really loved. I mean, now I'm desperately in love with you."
Mae sat up and took his head in her hands. She guided his lips to hers for what felt to Scott like the best kiss of his life.
"Would you say that you'd enjoy making love to me?" she asked.
"Yes," he replied.
"I know I spoke about you never enjoying my pussy again, but I think I've changed my mind on that. I think it will be worth letting you enjoy it every now and then so you know exactly what you're missing. I reserve the right to change my mind, of course, but I think I'll let you make love to me once or twice a year."
Scott was suddenly awash in a desire to do that very thing, though he suspected it wouldn't be happening on that particular night.
"You'll have to wait until our wedding night before I let you enjoy my pussy again," she said softly.
His eyes bulged with surprise. "Our wedding night?"
Mae smiled. "Nothing is set in stone yet, but I am planning on marrying you again. Now that you're moving in you'll have to prove that you're worthy of being my cuckold husband, but I'm confident you'll be able to do so, and if you do then we'll get married and you'll get to make love to me on our wedding night so you understand exactly what you'll be missing out on as my cuckold husband."
Scott leaned in and Mae tilted her head. Her lips parted and he kissed her. He ran his hands down her back and enjoyed the soft, smooth feeling of the satin against his skin. She moaned into his mouth and he grabbed her ass and gently squeezed as her tongue danced with his.
"I love you, Scott," she whispered. "Our relationship will be vastly different from when we were first married, but I love you, and I think there's a chance that I never stopped loving you, that I just needed time to come to terms with your desire and to explore my own desires."
"Like your desire to be with a man like Andrew?"
Mae nodded and stroked his cock. "A man that can truly fuck me. That can make my body feel things you couldn't, that you can't. A man that's superior to you in so many ways. A man that's the exact opposite of a pathetic cuck."
Her eyes lit up. She'd switched to cuckoldress mode. Scott's fingers made their way into her pussy. Mae released his cock and moaned as he pleasured her. Then she pushed him onto his back and mounted his face.
"Worship me, cuck," she demanded.
Mae rode his face and Scott used his tongue to tend to her clit. He ran his fingers over her thighs. He played with her breasts in the satin slip. He moaned beneath her as she clearly neared her orgasm. He watched and delighted in her pleasure as her body trembled while she climaxed on his face.
When she'd finished, Mae climbed off of him, rolled onto her side, and said, "Spoon me."
Scott tucked his body against hers and Mae guided his stiff cock between her thighs. She inched her hips down and he felt the heat and wetness of her pussy against his cock. She moved her hips just a little, stimulating him with her pussy while coming nowhere close to letting him inside her.
"Goodnight, cuck," she said.
"I love you, Mae."
"I love you too."
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Scott's mouth tasted of cock, precum, and his wife's pussy. The remnants of a hastily removed tuxedo lay spread on the hotel room floor. The various parts of Mae's wedding dress were strewn about as well.
The sounds of sex filled the room. Vigorous sex. The kind of sex a hotwife has with the man she's chosen as her primary sexual partner. The kind of sex Mae was having with Andrew in the honeymoon suite.
The wedding had been perfect. Mae had chosen a beautiful Hawaiian resort and invited just a small handful of people, in part because casual friends aren't especially excited to attend the second wedding of a couple that already failed to succeed at being married and got divorced.
Andrew served as Scott's best man and Mae's sister as her maid of honor. The ceremony was beautiful in large part thanks to the tropical ocean side setting and the lovely gazebo the hotel had built for the purpose of nuptials.
They'd enjoyed a fantastic meal and party on the beach afterwards. There'd been dancing of all kinds - including Andrew and Mae enjoying a fairly tame dance given that only Mae's sister knew they were fucking - and plenty of drinking to keep everyone happy as the sun went down and the night sky lit up with stars.
Eventually everyone went back to their rooms as Mae and Scott made their way to the honeymoon suite. They spent a little time on the balcony overlooking the moonlit ocean, drank some champagne, and indulged in a wealth of kisses and talk of the beautiful life they were going to have as cuckold and hotwife, a title Mae had readily embraced the moment she'd said 'I do.'
Then Andrew arrived. Scott welcomed him to the room and promptly thanked him for coming to satisfy his wife on their wedding night.
Scott was instructed to remove Mae's dress, which as it turned out came off in parts. They fell to the floor where he'd taken them off and Mae hastily removed Andrew's tuxedo as they kissed. She'd gone a week without her bull's cock - a title he'd taken once Scott and Mae got married - and she was clearly desperate for him.
Scott remained in his tuxedo as he got on his knees to suck Andrew's cock.
"Get used to this, cuck," Mae said as she watched her husband wrap his lips around another man's thick erection. "You'll be doing quite a lot of this as my cuck husband. It will be your duty to fluff the men that satisfy me. It will be your duty to suck cock without question or argument, to show that my needs are vastly more important than yours."
She put a hand on the back of his head and pushed. He took as much of Andrew's cock as he could and he gagged quite a bit, spitting up and dripping saliva onto his tuxedo pants.
"Are you going to be fucking other men?" Andrew asked with a smile.
"At some point, I'm sure," Mae answered. "Though you have nothing to worry about, baby. You fuck me better than any man ever has. As far as I'm concerned, my pussy is yours whenever you want it, even on my wedding night when my husband should be the one to have me I'm going to let you do as you please with me for a few hours before he's allowed inside me."
Scott's cock throbbed as he watched his bride - who was dressed in delicate and insanely sexy white lace lingerie - kiss her bull. What started as a slow, gentle kiss quickly escalated into something wildly passionate as their tongues entwined and danced so beautifully while Scott dutifully sucked the throbbing cock that would soon invade his bride's pussy.
"Scott, eat my pussy," Mae instructed.
Scott happily shifted a little and pressed his face between her legs. He licked her pussy as she stroked her bull's cock and indulged once again in a series of deep and passionate kisses.
"You like being the first man to fuck me on my wedding night, don't you?" she asked.
"Damn right I do," Andrew answered.
"You like that I'm going to make him clean your cum out of me before he gets to fuck me, don't you?"
Andrew smiled and grasped one of her breasts. "You know I do. I like that you made him suck my dick, too."
Mae stepped back and into the bed. Scott waited on his knees and watched as she rolled onto her back and invited Andrew on top of her. He slid his cock inside her and they began to fuck with wild abandon.
Scott watched from his knees as another man fucked his wife. He watched as his fantasies came true. He was married to a hotwife, to a cuckoldress. He was a cuckold husband. His wife had a bull. He'd just sucked that bull's cock. He was going to clean that cum from his wife's pussy. He was probably going to serve them for a few hours before he was permitted to make love to his wife and there was every chance he wouldn't get to be inside her again until their first anniversary the next year.
Scott watched them fuck until they'd both cum. He saw the absolute joy on Mae's face as Andrew pulled out. She was lost in that perfect post-orgasmic haze and she couldn't have been happier.
"Clean me, cuck," she said without looking at him. "Clean my pussy."
Scott crawled into the bed as Mae and Andrew kissed. He saw his wife's tongue move into another man's mouth as he pushed his tongue into her pussy and bathed his taste buds in cum. He cleaned her dutifully. He took his time. He licked up everything he could find. He swallowed it all and he did so happily because it was his duty as a cuckold to do so.
When he'd finished, Mae had Scott lie on his back on the hotel room floor. She straddled his head and sat on his face. She told him she wanted to feed him the cum that had gotten deep inside her. Soon enough it began to leak into his mouth. He probed her pussy searching for more. He swallowed everything he could find and he swallowed gleefully.
"Now suck his dick for me. Get him hard again. Your wife needs to be fucked by a real man one more time before she lets your cuck dick inside her."
Mae stood and Scott crawled into the bed and got to work. He sucked dick as she went to the bathroom. He sucked dick as Andrew verbally humiliated him. He sucked dick and balls and he got the bull hard.
"You know, she asked me if I'd be willing to fuck you at some point, Scott," Andrew said with a smile. "I told her I would be. I told her it would be fun to humiliate you like that, to fuck your ass while your wife watches."
Scott was certain he wasn't lying. Why would he lie? Mae probably had asked him. Mae probably was planning on Scott getting fucked at some point, though he had no way of knowing when that would happen. He'd submit to it, though. It was his duty to submit to it as her cuckold husband.
Mae returned to the bed and immediately sat on Andrew's cock. She rode him to two orgasms for herself and one for Andrew and she took her time in doing so. Scott cleaned them both once more.
After a bit of time to cuddle, Andrew got dressed and left. Mae had Scott pour two glasses of champagne and they enjoyed them in the bed while talking of their future as a cuckold and hotwife couple.
Eventually, that talk to turned to kiss. Making out, really. Like they were a young couple again. Lots of moaning and tongue action and touching. Lots of fingering and cock stroking. For Scott, it also meant a wealth of desire driven by nearly two weeks without an orgasm and the thrill of having been cuckolded on his wedding night.
"I want you, Mae," he said when his arousal reached a fever pitch.
She smiled and rolled onto her back. Her thighs parted and Scott got on top of her.
"You can have me," she said. "Just once."
He slipped into his wife. He shuddered at the intense pleasure. Being cuckolded was hugely arousing, but there was nothing in the world quite like being inside a woman, especially when that woman was Scott's wife.
"Does it feel good?" she asked.
"It feels amazing. Your pussy feels amazing."
Mae kissed him deeply and whispered, "Do you want to know something amazing?"
"Yes."
"Andrew's cock is so big and he fucked me so hard that I can barely feel you inside me."
Scott groaned and held off on trying to fuck his wife as hard and fast as he could. He wanted to. It would have felt amazing to do so, but he held off. He made love to her. His thrusts were slow and deep. He enjoyed the sensation of being bathed in her warmth and wetness.
"I love that I got to watch him fuck you on our wedding night," Scott said breathlessly. "I love that I got to clean my bride's pussy of another man's cum."
"Of a superior man's cum," she added.
Scott groaned and Mae kissed his neck while running her hands down his back. She grabbed his ass and their lips met for a deep kiss.
"You'll have to clean your cum out of me, too," she said.
"I know. I don't mind. I like cleaning your pussy."
Mae smiled. "I love you, Scott. I love that I'm your wife again, and that this time we're doing it the right way. This time we both know going in that you're going to be my cuck husband and that I'm going to be your hotwife, that I'm going to be in control of our marriage, that I'm going to pursue my pleasure as I see fit and that you're going to find your pleasure in serving me and my bulls."
"I love you too, Mae. I love you so much."
The lovemaking was almost at an end for Scott. His loins were tingling. His cock was hard as a rock. His balls were tight against his body.
"Cum inside me, Scott," she said. "Cum inside your wife. Enjoy it. Savor it. You won't be inside me again until next year, until our first anniversary. Our first year of marriage will be pussy free for you, Scott."
Scott buried his cock inside her and came as Mae moaned and held him close. She ran her hands all over his body and showered his neck and face in soft kisses.
"That's it," she said. "Cum in me. Cum in my pussy. Cum in your wife for the first and last time this year, Scott."
Scott enjoyed every moment of it. He enjoyed falling a little deeper in love with his wife as it happened, too.
He stayed inside her until he went soft and they shared kisses and whispered sweet nothings during that time. Then he pulled out, kissed his way down her body, and cleaned his mess from inside her. It felt like the perfect way to celebrate being her cuck husband and Scott was truly and thoroughly overjoyed at how things had turned out since that first time Mae called him for a bit of dirty talk and cuckold humiliation.
Now he was married again. Now he was a cuckold. Now she was a hotwife. Now he was the happiest man on Earth and he was going to spend the rest of their lives doing everything he could to make sure that Mae was as happy as a hotwife could be.
The End.
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