Becca Bellamy
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Dirty Phone Calls with his Ex-Wife
🕑 Added 2024-03-25 04:55:07 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
Scott stared at his phone in disbelief. He knew lingerie could be expensive, but the idea of spending a little over $1,000 for a set struck him as insane.
He couldn't deny that it would look good on Mae, though, and he'd made a promise. He just hadn't expected that promise would put such a dent in his bank account.
The crazy thing about it, though, was that Scott was more than a little turned on by the idea that he'd never see Mae in the lingerie he was about to purchase for her. She wouldn't even send him a picture. She'd wear it for Andrew. For the man she was now dating. For the man that was now fucking her regularly. For the man that was now enjoying the body that Scott used to enjoy.
"You really won't even take a picture for me?" he texted his ex-wife.
"No. You know very well that you don't deserve a picture, Scott. You're not my husband anymore. You're just a pathetic cuck that can't help but want to buy lingerie for his ex-wife to wear for another man. That doesn't deserve a picture."
It was cruel, and yet Scott found a twisted kind of pleasure in that cruelty. The excitement surprised him, as did the excitement associated with spending a decent percentage of his monthly salary on a lingerie set that he'd never seen on the woman he once swore to love until the end of time.
"You don't have to buy the lingerie," Mae texted. "But if you don't, this little game we've been playing is over. No more phone calls. No more texts. No more dirty talk for you. You'll have to find some other woman to give you the perverted pleasures you crave."
Scott smiled as he wondered if it had been Mae's plan all along to extract extra money from him - he already paid her alimony - or if she was simply rolling with it now that she'd hooked him on the pleasures of being cuckolded by phone.
Whatever her motivation, Scott couldn't help but feel an odd sense of admiration for her. He hoped that she actually found some pleasure in cuckolding him - she certainly sounded like she was enjoying herself when they talked - but the pleasure he felt was so intense that he didn't necessarily mind if she was just taking advantage of him.
Scott bought the lingerie. He made sure it shipped to Mae's new address. He felt both pain and a remarkable surge of pleasure as he tapped the button to make the purchase. His loins tingled as his bank account ached, though he wasn't anywhere near putting himself in financial distress, which undoubtedly made it easier to appreciate the thrill.
"I bought it," he texted his ex-wife. "I paid for the express shipping. It will arrive tomorrow."
His phone rang and Scott smiled at the picture of his ex-wife that popped up. He swiped to answer and held the phone to his ear.
"Hey," he said.
"Did it excite you to buy me that lingerie?"
"It did."
He heard what sounded like a soft purring. "That's pathetic, you know."
Scott knew and some part of him hated that he was turned on by something so pathetic, and yet he couldn't help it. Hearing Mae say it turned him on further. His loins tingled and his cock had grown half hard without even a hint of physical stimulation.
"I'm surprised you didn't beg for the chance to see me in the lingerie."
"Would that have helped?"
"No," she said. "But it would have amused me to hear my ex-husband begging like the pathetic cuck that he is."
Scott saw no reason not to throw himself into the humiliation. "Can I please see you in the lingerie, Mae? Even a partial picture would be amazing. Just a hint of the garter belt, or your leg in one of the stockings, or even just the little strip of lace against your hip would be stunning."
"I was right. That is amusing. It sounds so genuine, too. You really would enjoy the slightest tease, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, I would. I know I have no right to it, but it would be incredible. A full picture would be the most amazing gift so I could imagine you in it while Andrew fucks you."
Again Mae purred. "He's going to love it. He's going to love the lingerie you bought for me. He's going to fuck me so hard in it, Scott. He's going to see me on my knees in that lingerie. He's going to see me shake my ass while I suck his cock and look up at him. He's going to love that I dressed up for him, that I did everything I could to look hot as hell for him. It's worth doing that for a man like Andrew. It was never really worth doing that for you, Scott."
He was hard as a rock and stroking himself through his jeans. He moaned without thinking about it.
"Are you jerking off?"
"Through my pants, yes."
"Did I say you could stroke your cock, even through your pants?"
"No."
"Then knock it the fuck off," she demanded.
Scott released his cock as his arousal deepened. He was stunned that Mae was capable of being so domineering. He wished he was with her. He wished he could sink to his knees and beg for the chance to see her in the lingerie.
"Sorry," he said.
Mae was silent for long enough that Scott worried he'd genuinely upset her. That worry grew until she finally broke the silence. "Do you remember the last time I went down on you, Scott?"
"No."
She laughed softly. "I don't either. I do remember that I never really enjoyed it. There was a time - early on - where I enjoyed making you feel good, but I never got turned on going down on you."
"Does it turn you on to go down on Andrew?"
She moaned. "It does. I can't believe how much it turns me on. I honestly didn't think it was possible to feel that kind of desire with a man's cock in my mouth, and yet I do. I mean, it feels better when he fucks me, of course, but it's such a rare, wonderful thing to be able to give a man a blowjob and get wet while doing it."
"It always turned me on to go down on you," he replied.
"Yeah?"
"Yes. In the same way you're talking about with Andrew. I always got turned on eating your pussy. I loved how you tasted. I loved the way you'd moan. I loved the way you'd sometimes play with your breasts. I loved how wet you'd get and how you'd moan a little louder when I slid two fingers inside you and played with your g-spot."
"You were so much better with your tongue than you ever were with your cock."
Scott groaned as he reached towards his crotch and pulled his hand away. Mae wouldn't have known, and yet he wanted to obey her.
"Have you fucked anyone since I divorced you, Scott?"
He thought he heard a touch of pleasure in her voice. "No, I haven't."
"So it's just been you and your right hand?"
"It has."
Scott heard the distinct sound of a zipper being lowered. What followed was the sound of Mae's pants being removed, or at least that's what he assumed.
"Do you miss getting to fuck someone, Scott?"
"Yes."
"Does that mean you miss me?" she asked softly.
Desire and a touch of sadness swirled through Scott's body as he answered, "Yes, I do. I miss you, Mae."
Scott thought he heard the sound of his ex-wife masturbating. The wetness was distinct, which put a smile on his face as it seemed that she was turned on by the game they were playing.
"It's too bad you weren't more of a man, Scott," she said. "You'd be inside me right now. Your cock would be in my pussy. You'd be pounding me. You'd be kissing me. You'd be playing with my tits. You'd be thinking of that moment where your body seizes up right before you cum inside me, right before I pull you close and hold you tight as you blow your load."
Scott ran his hand down his leg and pinched his thigh as he tried to resist the urge to masturbate.
"Do you want me, Scott?"
"Yes, more than anything."
She stopped masturbating and Scott held his breath as he waited in silence.
"I want you to come over."
He was so stunned he couldn't muster a single word.
"Tomorrow. I want you to come over tomorrow. I'll text you. Goodbye, Scott."
She hung up before he could respond. He set his phone down, took a deep breath, and then smiled brightly. Scott wasn't sure what was going on, but his ex-wife had just invited him to her house and he decided to assume that something thrilling would happen after he arrived.
Mae texted while Scott was at work the next day, though at first it wasn't what he expected.
"Do you ever think about how you're working to make money for a woman that you're no longer married to?" she asked.
Mae had a job too, but Scott made twice as much money as her and so about 25% of his take home salary went to his ex-wife. After the divorce he'd made a point of trying not to think about it, but that had changed recently.
"I used to not think about it. It's entered my mind a few times in recent weeks, though."
"And when you think about it," she texted, "how does it make you feel?"
Before he could answer she followed up.
"Do you imagine that I spend your money to look good for Andrew? That I buy new makeup and hair products and dresses and lingerie with the money you send me? That Andrew gets to enjoy all of that - and gets to fuck your ex-wife whenever he pleases - while you go home to your right hand and jerk off like some pathetic cuck?"
Just like that, Scott was hard as a rock. "I've thought about that a few times recently. I'm pretty sure I'll think about it all the time now. Thank you for that. Genuinely."
"So pathetic," she texted. "Such a cuckold. Come straight to my house after work. The garage will be open. Pull in. You'll find something waiting for you by the door to the house. Make sure you follow instructions."
"I'll see you soon," he replied.
Mae offered no response and Scott waited out the rest of his day doing nothing at all, for he couldn't concentrate enough to get even a few moments of work done.
Scott's heart pounded as he drove to his ex-wife's house. As promised, the garage door was open and he pulled in, turned the car off, and spotted what looked like a folded piece of paper with something soft, black, and lightly shiny resting on top of it.
Scott got out, looked around the garage for a few moments, and then approached the door. He bent over and picked up the paper and what turned out to be a black satin sleep mask.
"Close the garage door, put on the sleep mask, and step inside. If you try and peek out from under the sleep mask for even a moment I will kick you out of my home and you will never be allowed back," the note read.
Scott reached up and pressed the long, slender button to close the garage door. He watched it come down as the sunlight disappeared and the room darkened. Scott set the note on the floor, took a deep breath, and put on the eye mask, plunging him into complete darkness.
He reached up and ran his fingers over the door until they found the handle. Scott twisted it and pushed. The door opened and the sounds of soft music reached his ears. He took another deep breath - his heart was pounding - and stepped inside. Scott moved with small, slow, careful steps and felt ahead of before reaching back to shut the door to the garage.
"Mae?" he called out.
There was no response. The music sounded like it was coming from the second floor, but Scott had never been in Mae's new house and given his blinded state if felt foolish to try and stumble around.
"Hello."
He cried out in surprise. "Fuck, Mae, you scared me."
Her fingers ran up his forearm and Scott pulled away instinctively.
"Don't be afraid," she said. "I'm not going to hurt you, Scott."
"Sorry."
Again her fingers ran up his forearm, but this time Scott took a deep breath and let himself relax. He hadn't been touched like that in a long time - since before their divorce - and it felt remarkably good.
"The lingerie is even more beautiful than I thought it would be," she said.
"Are you...did it arrive? Are you wearing it?"
"I am. It looks exquisite, Scott. I'd say it was money well spent, but you're never going to see me in it and another man is going to fuck me in it, so I suspect that it might not be money well spent," she replied.
Mae pressed her body against his from behind. Her hands moved up his stomach and chest. Her breasts pressed into his back. He couldn't feel much through his shirt and undershirt, but it seemed like she was at least partially naked.
"Are you...are you wearing it?"
"I am," she whispered as her breath tickled the back of his neck. "And I look incredible in it, Scott. It fits perfectly. It's delicate and elegant and sexy. My breasts look especially good, a feature that Andrew will be quite appreciative of. He's been enamored with my breasts since the first time he saw them. He says they're perfect."
"They are," Scott answered as he pictured Mae's breasts. He'd seen them often enough that the sight of them was burned into his brain.
"And you gave them up because you wanted to be a fucking cuckold. If you were a normal man we'd still be married, Scott. I'd be wearing this lingerie for you. You'd be staring at me. You'd be getting hard as I did a naughty little dance for you. I'd get on my knees and I'd suck your cock until you were stiff and dripping with precum. I'd crawl into our bed and beg you to fuck me. I'd beg you to pound my tight little pussy and I'd beg you to flood me with your load."
He was getting hard.
"But you wanted to be a cuckold. You wanted it so badly that you fucked up our marriage. You couldn't help it, though. I get that now. This desire is part of you, Scott. It's a pathetic part of you, but it's part of you."
"It is," he admitted.
Mae gripped Scott's cock through his pants and squeezed hard enough that he doubled over. She then grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled back, straightening his posture. A moment later he felt her breath against his neck.
"I was angry at you for a long time," she said. "Both before and after we got divorced. I was astounded that you were willing to throw away your marriage because of this fucking fantasy of yours. I didn't understand that it was a part of you. That it's a part of your sexuality, like if you were gay. It's not something you can just throw away. It's with you all the time."
He nodded, though Scott had no idea if Mae noticed.
"I can't be married to a cuckold," she said. "I just can't wrap my head around spending my life with someone so pathetic. I do think I can have fun with you, though."
She still had him by the hair and the cock and Scott was afraid to move or utter a single word. Then Mae relaxed her grip on his dick and stroked him a little through his jeans. His fear and pain were replaced by blissful pleasure and he moaned as he quickly reached a wondrously erect state.
"Does that feel good?" she asked.
"Yes. It feels so much better than good."
"Do you miss having a woman play with your cock, Scott? Do you miss having a wife to jerk you off?"
"More than anything."
She laughed and released his hair and dick from her grasp. Scott heard her moving but the blindfold made it impossible to get his bearings. He stood stone still while waiting for Mae to do as she pleased.
He startled a little when she took both his hands in hers. Mae laughed softly and lifted his hands. A moment later they were on her breasts. The bra he'd bought her felt impossibly soft. Her nipples were hard. He ran his thumbs back and forth over them, doing so slowly as he tried his best to commit to memory the splendid sensations he felt while blindfolded.
"Just imagine being able to touch them like that while being inside me," she said. "While I'm riding you. While my tight little cunt is milking your cock. Wouldn't that be incredible, Scott?"
"Yes."
"It's too bad you're a fucking cuckold," she shot back. "Because you'll never get to experience that. Andrew will, of course, and you might get to listen while he experiences that pleasure, but you won't get to. The fact that I'm letting you touch my perfect tits right now is a gift, Scott."
"I know. Thank you."
She stepped back, depriving him of the intense pleasure of touching her.
"Are you grateful for your gift?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Good. Open your mouth," Mae instructed.
Scott felt genuine fear and that kept his mouth closed for a few seconds. He surrendered, though, more out of curiosity than anything. A moment later something cool and smooth filled his mouth. Mae stepped behind him and fastened a strap of some sort around the back of his head. He tried to spit the object in his mouth out, but it proved impossible.
Mae took his hand and lifted Scott's fingers until they were wrapped around something that now protruded from his mouth. He explored the object until it seemed clear that he must have been wearing a face dildo of some sort.
"Andrew's out of town all week," Mae said. "And I already miss him. This little toy I bought won't be anything like getting fucked by Andrew, but I think it will do the trick. The fact that the other end is in your mouth - acting as a gag - is going to make it so much more exciting to use it. Now, you can't speak, but you can nod. So, I want you to nod if you'd like me to take you to my bedroom, put you on your back, and take this dildo for a ride while you lie there like a good little bitch."
Scott nodded. It was shaping up to be the craziest sexual experience he'd ever had and he was fully on board.
Mae took his hand and said, "Follow me. We're going to go upstairs. Take small, careful steps. I don't want you falling face forward in that thing."
It took a while - Scott moved slowly as instructed - but eventually they made it upstairs and into Mae's bedroom. He couldn't see a thing, but a delicate, feminine scent filled the air and for some reason it turned him on a little.
Mae led Scott to the bed and surprised him by removing his pants as he stood there with his hands by his sides. His underwear followed and she offered him the intense treat of a few slow strokes with her warm, delicate fingers wrapped around his cock. He moaned around the gag in his mouth and Mae offered a further reward by kissing Scott on the neck.
She unbuttoned his shirt and worked his t-shirt over his head and the face dildo before pushing him onto his back in her bed. The sheets felt soft - really soft - against his bare skin and Scott couldn't help but relax a little.
He expected Mae to get in the bed with him, but instead he heard her walk away. Scott tried to ask where she was going but the gag muffled his attempts to speak and elicited a chuckle from his ex-wife.
Scott heard her moving around the bedroom. He heard a drawer being opened. He heard something he couldn't quite identify, either. All of it built a sense of anticipation and just a touch of paranoia.
He jumped when Mae grasped his ankle. She squeezed it for a moment and then ran her fingers up his calf, over his knees, and up his inner thigh before grasping his cock and stroking him a few times.
"Lift your hips and keep them there."
Scott lifted his hips from the bed and a moment later he felt something stiff and slippery against his asshole. He immediately dropped his hips but Mae squeezed his cock hard enough that he remembered her instruction.
The object against his asshole slid inside him. It hurt. It was humiliating. That was the point of it, of course, even though it took Scott a few moments to realize it.
Before long the toy was lodged inside him. Scott felt his asshole clinging to it and he was fairly certain part of the toy was outside him. Mae gripped that part and wiggled it, eliciting an unexpected moan from Scott and a delighted giggle from her.
"That is so much sexier than I thought it would be," she said. "And this is so much more fun than I thought it would be, Scott."
She released the toy, climbed into the bed, and straddled his chest. He felt her stocking-clad legs against his torso and her panty-clad pussy against his chest. Most importantly, Scott felt the wetness of her pussy soaking through the thin material of her underwear and it delighted him to no end.
"I'm going to fuck your face now."
She straddled his head. Scott heard the wetness of her pussy as she sat on the toy protruding from his mouth. He felt the other end moving inside him. He felt the toy in his ass. He felt his cock throbbing. He wished he could see his ex-wife sitting astride his face, but Scott was denied that pleasure.
"Oh, fuck," Mae said as she sank down on the toy. He heard her wetness as she lifted up on it. She was soaked. She was riding his face and she was completely soaked. It was stunning.
Mae rode the toy slowly at first and Scott was fairly certain she was rubbing her pussy, too. The bedroom filled with her moans and the sounds of the dildo riding. It proved an irresistibly arousing chorus, leading to a wondrous throbbing between his legs.
"You may touch my legs," she said.
Scott's hands found their way to Mae's stocking clad legs and he rubbed them. He ran his fingers over the incredibly soft nylon and she moaned, though he wasn't sure if it was his touch or what he imagined was her impending orgasm that produced the moan.
"Fuck...this feels so good. This feels so much better than I thought it would."
Scott was delighted by literally everything unfolding in his ex-wife's bedroom. It was all a wild, wonderful surprise and his arousal levels were off the charts. He wanted to stroke his cock, but he resisted and kept his hands on her legs. He wanted to grab her ass, to play with her tits. He wanted so many things, but he restrained himself and did only as Mae had instructed.
"Fuck, I'm cumming!" she cried out.
A moment later Scott felt wetness land on his face. It wasn't a torrential downpour, but it felt like a gentle mist was falling from above as Mae experienced such a potent climax that her pussy dripped around the toy she kept on riding.
Her heavy breathing was all Scott heard in the aftermath of Mae's orgasm. She remained on his face and he remained blindfolded and gagged like little more than her personal sex toy, a notion that delighted him.
Eventually, Mae lifted her hips and climbed off of him. Scott let his fingers linger on her legs for as long as possible before she crawled out of the bed.
"Stay there," she said. "I think I'll take you for another ride in a little bit. In the meantime, keep your hands by your side. Don't touch your cock. Don't touch the gag. Don't touch the butt plug. Do you understand?"
Scott nodded.
The bedroom door shut. He heard footsteps in the hallway. She was gone. She'd left him there.
Scott had no idea how long he'd have to wait, but no matter how long it was, it would be worth it.
