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Dirty Phone Calls with His Ex-Wife - Part 9
🕑 Added 2024-07-18 05:02:53 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
Scott was naked and on his knees in his ex-wife's living room.
Mae looked breathtaking in the black lace bra, panty, garter belt, and stockings set he'd dressed her in. She wore a pair of three inch heels that made her legs look long and slender. She had on a short black satin robe with lace trim, though it was open enough for Scott to see the lingerie beneath it.
Scott's hands were clasped behind his back and three of Mae's fingers were in his mouth. They moved in and out, pushing as deep as she could manage while he sucked and licked.
"It won't be long before my fingers have been replaced by Andrew's cock," she said softly. "Before my boyfriend's dick is in your mouth. Before you've become the cocksucker we both know you were always meant to be."
Scott could see that she was turned on. More turned on than he'd ever seen her. It wasn't lost on him that the idea of him sucking cock for her provided more arousal than anything ever had during the many years of their marriage.
"Kiss my feet," she demanded.
Scott dropped his head to the floor and kissed Mae's stocking-clad toes. He kissed the straps of her heels. He kissed the tops of her feet and the outsides of her ankles.
When he looked up once more Mae had a hand in her panties. Her fingers were moving slowly and the look on her face made it obvious she was pleasuring herself.
"I'm so wet," she said. "Wet because my ex-husband is going to suck my boyfriend's cock tonight. Isn't that incredible?"
Scott nodded. It was incredible that she'd so fully embraced his cuckold fantasy, albeit in a less than ideal manner given that they'd gotten divorced before giving cuckolding a whirl.
"You'll wait here when he arrives. You'll do as you're told throughout the evening. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I do. Thank you for this, Mae."
She smiled and it lingered on her face as she stared down at him. She pulled her hand from her panties and ran her fingers over his lips, offering Scott a gentle taste of her pussy.
"You're welcome," she said.
Mae then placed a hand on the back of Scott's head, stepped forward, and guided his mouth between her legs. His lips pressed against the soft, gently fragrant panties - she must have sprayed them with a touch of perfume - and he looked up at her with what felt like love in his eyes.
"You may lick my pussy."
Scott extended his tongue and licked his ex-wife's wet pussy through her panties. He maintained eye contact the entire time and was delighted to see her smile before moaning. She moved her hips a little, too, grinding her pussy over his mouth while he did everything in his power to make her feel good.
Mae then looked up and stepped back. "He's here." She bent over and kissed Scott on the cheek before whispering, "Don't disappoint me, Scott. Be the man you want to be. Be the man I want you to be."
Scott turned to watch his beautiful, lingerie-clad ex-wife walk out of the living room and towads the front door. Her whispered comment bounced around his head. He wanted to be a cuckold, especially on that night. He wanted to be a cuckold and a cocksucker. That's what Mae wanted, too. That's what she'd masturbated to a few nights prior. She'd literally had an orgasm while thinking of him being a cocksucker.
Scott found hope in her comment. He told himself that she would reward him for being the man she wanted him to be, that there would be more fun to be had, that there might be something more than fun, too, that he might actually stand a chance at playing a bigger part in Mae's life.
"Andrew, this is Scott," Mae said as she walked into the room holding her boyfriend's hand.
Andrew took a few moments to look Scott over and his lips curled into a slight smile that managed to communicate his perfectly understandable feelings of superiority.
"Though you can call him cuck or cuckold," Mae added. "He's certainly not deserving of your respect. Not with what he'll be doing tonight. Not with what he's done for me over the past few months."
Andrew put his arm around Mae and pulled her close. "I understand you like the taste of my cum, cuck."
Scott was taken aback for a moment, but it made perfect sense that Mae had informed her boyfriend of the fun she'd been having with her ex-husband. "Yes...I do," he admitted. The sense of humiliation that followed was more significant than Scott had expected, though it proved more pleasurable, too.
"He's looking forward to eating your cum out of me tonight," Mae said. She stroked her boyfriend through his jeans and added, "Just like he's looking forward to sucking your cock."
Andrew looked at his girlfriend and leaned down to kiss her. Scott watched his ex-wife welcome another man's tongue in her mouth. He watched Andrew grasp Mae's tits through the soft satin of her robe. He watched the bulge in Andrew's pants get considerably larger, too, and he felt a little nervous about trying to fit something so big in his mouth.
"Is she right, cuck?" Andrew asked. "Are you looking forward to sucking my cock?"
Scott glanced at Mae and then looked up at her boyfriend and nodded. "Yes, I am. I'm looking forward to sucking your cock."
Andrew smiled. "I think you should address me as sir."
Scott nodded. "Yes, sir, I'm looking forward to sucking your cock."
Mae moaned. "He's even more pathetic than I thought. He didn't even hesitate to call you sir, though I suppose he should call you sir. You're the superior man, after all, and he's just an inferior fucking cuck. He's not even a man compared to you."
Talking like that turned her on, a fact that Andrew seemed to recognize as he slipped his hand into her panties and his fingers into her pussy. Scott heard the wetness from his knees and he watched his wife's face contort with pleasure before she unleashed a beautiful moan.
"Taste them," Andrew instructed as he presented his slick fingers fresh from Mae's pussy.
βYes, sir,β Scott said as he leaned forward without hesitation. He parted his lips. He took two of the other man's fingers into his mouth. He sucked on them. He swirled his tongue around them. He looked up, too, meeting Mae's gaze first and then turning his attention to Andrew, the man whose cock he would be sucking at some point that evening.
"Such an obedient cuck," Andrew said before turning to Mae. "You've trained him well."
Scott nearly moaned at the idea that Mae had been training him. He suspected that she hadnβt purposefully been doing so, but the notion thrilled him to the point that he sucked harder and swallowed more of Andrew's fingers, doing so until he very nearly gagged when they hit the back of his throat.
"He spent the afternoon cleaning my house," she said. "He dressed me for tonight. He served me gleefully and without hesitation. As you said, he's a very obedient cuck."
Scott's cock was so hard it hurt. His balls were tight against his body. He probably would have cum with minimal stimulation, such was the state of his desire.
"Let's see if he's really willing to be a cocksucker," Andrew said.
Mae unzipped her boyfriend's pants and Scott watched her reach inside to free the big cock that had satisfied her pussy countless times over the past few months.
It was long and thick and he wasn't even fully erect yet. The head was plump. There was a remarkably large vein running down the underside. Scott was staring at an undeniably impressive cock and his heart pounded at what felt like a dangerously fast pace as he considered that his lips would soon be wrapped around another man's dick.
"Take the head in your mouth," Mae instructed.
Like he'd done with Andrew's fingers, Scott leaned in and went for it. He wrapped his lips around the head. He sucked on it. He swirled his tongue around it. He looked up at Mae and Andrew. He gave a blowjob. He was a good, obedient cuck.
"That's it, cocksucker." Mae's voice was soft and thready. She was genuinely turned on at watching him suck cock.
Scott had wanted to believe that Mae found genuine pleasure in cuckolding him, but it wasn't until that moment that he was certain of it. There was no question in his mind, though. He had another man's dick in his mouth and he was sucking it entirely because he wanted to please Mae, to offer his obedience to her, to be a good cuck for her, and that fact turned her on. It thrilled her. It aroused her in a manner he'd never witnessed before.
"Deeper," Mae instructed. "Take it deeper, cocksucker."
Scott took it deeper. He tried, at least. He couldn't get very far down the shaft, but he tried. He sucked cock the best he could, which he imagined wasn't very good since it was his first time out.
"Fuck...how does it feel to have your cock in my ex-husband's mouth?" Mae asked. "How does it feel to put a pathetic man on his knees and make him suck your dick just to prove how fucking pathetic he is?"
Andrew smiled and put a hand on the back of Scott's head. "It feels much better than I thought it would. Much, much better."
"Fuck his face," Mae said. "Fuck the cuck's face."
Andrew took Scott's head in both hands, looked down at him, and began to thrust. A look came over him. A look of power, of lust. A look that proved that he was, in fact, enjoying using Scott like a cuck. He was enjoying putting him in his place, humiliating him, turning him into a cocksucker.
"Take that dick," Mae said. "Take that fucking cock. You're so fucking pathetic, Scott. Such a pathetic little bitch. Letting my boyfriend use your mouth like that. Letting him fuck your face because you're so desperate to be a cuckold. Letting him degrade you. Letting him humiliate you."
Andrew pulled out and slapped his wet dick across Scott's face. It hurt and he winced, but Scott didn't move away. He received the humiliation that Andrew wanted to dole out. The cock slipped back in his mouth and resumed fucking his face a moment later. He gagged when the cock pressed against the back of his throat and Andrew tightened his grip, making it impossible for Scott to move away. His only choice was to suffer, to take the face fucking, to gag without the ability to escape.
"Fuck...I need to get fucked," Mae said. "I'm so fucking wet, Andrew. I need you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me while he watches. Fuck me while this pathetic excuse for a man watches."
Andrew pulled out and dick slapped Scott once more. He backed up, stripped with remarkable speed, and pulled Mae into his arms. They kissed as she loosened her robe and let it fall to the floor. Scott stared up at his ex-wife's lingerie-clad body and marveled at how astoundingly sexy she looked. There was no question she'd gotten in better shape since their divorce.
"Let's go," Mae said as she took Andrew's hand and led him to the bedroom. "Come, cuck!"
Scott stood and followed. He stopped in the bedroom doorway and saw Mae crawl into the bed. She paused on her hands and knees, looked over her shoulder, and shook her ass at Andrew.
"Fuck his mouth a little more," she said. "I want to watch and play with my pussy. With the pussy that fucking cuck gave up because he was so desperate to live out his fantasy. The pussy he could have spent the rest of his life fucking if he wasn't so pathetic."
Scott felt a touch of anguish. Mae was right. He could have spent the rest of his life making love to her on a regular basis. He probably would have been happy enough. The pleasure wouldn't have been anything like it was when she cuckolded him, though. His experiences with Mae over the past few months had taught Scott that he was meant to be a cuckold, that it was his destiny, that he would never experience pleasure that even remotely approached the joy of being cucked by his ex-wife.
Andrew pointed at the floor at his feet and Scott rushed over and fell to his knees. He looked up and the stiff cock pressed against his lips and moved into his mouth. He did his best to relax as he received yet another face fucking. The cock stretched his lips and made his jaw ache a little. He gagged repeatedly and his throat began to hurt. His eyes watered. He suffered.
That was the pleasure of it, though. The suffering for Mae. The humiliation for Mae. The degradation for Mae.
"Fuck me," she demanded after a good face fucking. "Fuck my pussy. Show him what it's like to be cucked. Show him how much better it is when you fuck me. Show him how much more of a man you are."
Andrew dick slapped Scott and then turned and crawled into the bed. He pulled off Mae's panties - leaving the rest of her lingerie on - and they kissed as she grabbed his cock and guided him inside her. She was wet enough that it didn't take long for the full length of his shaft to fill her. She was turned on enough that she moaned loudly and deeply while pulling him close as he bottomed out in her slick, soaked pussy.
"Fuck me," she said. "Please, Andrew, fuck me."
Scott watched from his knees as another man fucked his ex-wife. He witnessed his fantasy come to life. Mae had given him so many tastes of it - listening as she got fucked, cleaning her pussy, telling him about her desire for another man - but this was better. Seeing another man fuck her was better than he'd imagined. It was far better.
It was instantly clear that Mae enjoyed sex with Andrew far more than she'd ever enjoyed sex with Scott. It was clear from the noises she made, from the looks on her face, form the way she moved her hands over Andrew's body, from the way her hips lifted to meet his every thrust. Scott was astounded at how much better the sex seemed and he found himself feeling deeply happy for Mae.
"Fuck...your cock feels so good inside me, baby," she said before sharing a deep kiss with Andrew. "You fuck me so good. You fuck me so fucking good!"
Scott looked down at his dick. He admired how hard he was. He took it as a surefire sign of his arousal and it made him smile before he turned his attention back to the sex unfolding in the bed.
Mae's legs looked amazing in the black stockings. They looked amazing wrapped around the backs of Andrew's thighs and Scott wanted so desperately to reach out and touch them, to make some contact with his ex-wife as she got fucked by another man. He kept his hands on his thighs, though. He acted like a good cuck, putting his desires aside in favor of concentrating on Mae's pleasure.
Andrew fucked Mae to a loud, body shaking orgasm. She filled her bedroom with beautiful screams and her cheeks turned a beautiful shade of red as she closed her eyes, smiled, and let her arms fall to the bed while Andrew pulled out.
"Suck it, cuck," he demanded.
Scott stood and leaned over the bed. He rested his head on Mae's pubic bone and wrapped his lips around Andrew's cock. Mae immediately put a hand on the back of his head and began pushing.
"Clean his dick, cocksucker," she said. "Clean the cock that made me cum harder than you've ever made me cum, you pathetic fucking cuck."
Scott felt the warmth of Mae's body against the side of his head. He felt the scratchiness of her short pubic hair against his ear and something about it delighted him. He felt close to her, connected to her. He wanted that. He craved that. He serviced Andrew's cock for her and found bliss in it. Complete and utter bliss.
"I want to make you cum inside me," Mae said. "I want to ride your dick until you fill me with your load."
"That sounds perfect."
Andrew pulled out of Scott's mouth and moved to his back. Mae moved to her knees, but instead of straddling him she turned to Scott, who now stood by the side of the bed.
"Come here," she said.
Scott moved closer and Mae grabbed his cock and squeezed it hard as her lips neared his. She stopped short of kissing him, though. "You've been a very good cuck so far, so I'm going to let you clean my pussy after I make Andrew cum. Before you do, though, you'll suck his cock clean. Do you understand?"
"Yes, of course."
She kissed him softly. It was just for a moment, but her lips felt heavenly against his. Mae then crawled on top of her boyfriend, took him inside her, and rode him like some sort of sex goddess.
Scott dropped to his knees to watch and marveled at his ex-wife. She'd never ridden him like that. She seemed so confident and sexy. She ran her hands over her beautiful body as she rocked her hips back and forth. She moaned. She talked dirty about how good his dick felt inside her, how deep he was, how thick he was, how much she loved fucking him. She was having a good time, but to Scott it seemed that she was putting in real effort to ensure that her boyfriend had a spectacular orgasm like the one he'd given her.
It was also clear that Mae was going to cum a second time. She was clearly working up quite a bit of friction for her clit and it was pushing her ever closer to a beautiful climax. Scott's cock throbbed as he watched his wife put on the most beautiful show he'd ever seen and he couldn't help but wonder if part of that show - even a small part - was for his benefit, if she was trying to make sure that he enjoyed his cuckolding as much as she was enjoying it.
They came together. They were both loud. Andrew climaxed inside her as Mae threw her head back, grasped her breasts, and squeezed them hard while having her second orgasm in the span of ten minutes.
Scott watched like a good cuck was supposed to. He watched from his knees with his hands on his thighs. His cock throbbed. It dripped precum. His balls tingled. His head spun a little from the pleasure.
Mae climbed off her boyfriend and Scott hopped to his feet, moved to the foot of the bed, and crawled between Andrew's legs. It felt more humiliating to do it that way, but he relished that humiliation as he took the other man's cock in his mouth and sucked it clean for a few minutes. He sucked his balls, too, doing so without being told because they were a little wet from the juiciness of Mae's pussy.
"Good cuck. Now come and clean my pussy," she instructed.
Scott crawled between his ex-wife's legs as she looked down at him. He stared at her pussy. Her lips were plump and an angry shade of pink. They were gaping slightly open, too. He saw a bit of cum resting just inside her. Cum that a superior man had filled her with. Cum that would soon be in Scott's mouth.
"Clean me, cuck."
He pushed his tongue inside her. He looked up and watched Mae smile and moan. She put a hand on the back of his head, though she applied no real pressure. He liked that she was exerting a sense of control, though.
"Clean a real man's cum out of me, you pathetic fucking cum dumpster."
Andrew moved closer and kissed her neck. He took one of her breasts in his hand and played with it through the delicate lace of her bra. She turned her head and their lips met for a beautiful kiss.
Scott pushed his tongue deeper inside her while he watched Mae fool around with her boyfriend. He'd never felt more like a cuckold. He was cleaning cum out of her pussy while Mae was connecting with the man that had put the cum there. He was servicing her while she fueled her arousal with a superior man. It was an intoxicating feeling of pleasure and Scott hoped he would experience it countless times in the future.
"Did you get it all, cuck?" Mae asked after what must have been five minutes of deep tongue work on Scott's part.
He nodded.
"Good. Then you can make your way to the kitchen. Open a bottle of wine. Decant it. Pour us two glasses after it's had some time to breathe. We'll come out soon enough."
Scott backed out of the bed and headed for his wife's kitchen. He heard her moan and looked over to see them kissing again. He felt both jealous and oddly thrilled.
He found a bottle of red wine and uncorked it. He decanted it as instructed and pulled two glasses from the cabinet. While he waited, Scott looked for something to do in the kitchen, but he'd cleaned it so thoroughly there was nothing left to do, so he stood with his hands behind his back.
Mae walked into the kitchen wearing her robe. She smiled. Scott expected Andrew to follow, but it seemed that his ex-wife was alone. She approached with that same smile on her face and reached out to take Scott's cock in her hand. She stroked it slowly, leaned in, and kissed him softly.
It was a perfect kiss. Her lips were warm. They felt impossibly soft against his. Then they parted. Scott's did the same. Mae's tongue moved into his mouth and she moaned softly. He took the risk of touching her, of running his hands down the back of her soft satin robe. She leaned into his body and he felt the soft nylon of her stockings against his legs as his cock throbbed gleefully at the sudden intimacy.
"I can't make any guarantees at this point, Scott," she said softly, "but I'm considering changing my stance on being married to a cuckold."
His eyes went wide and he very nearly had an orgasm from the excitement that coursed through him. "Really?"
Mae nodded. "It's not the kind of marriage I ever envisioned having, but I'm beginning to think it might be the kind of marriage I want. Time will tell, and I'll be the one proposing if it gets to that point, but if you continue to be a good cuck for me I might welcome you back into my life on a more permanent basis."
"I'd do anything to make that happen," he said.
She smiled. "We'll see about that."
Then her lips found his again and they shared another long, slow, deep kiss.
Scott lost himself in the kiss and the happiness that engulfed him. He hadn't felt so good since before the divorce and he resolved to be whatever kind of cuck Mae wanted him to be, for all he really wanted was to be married to her again, this time as her loyal, loving, devoted cuckold.
