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Dirty Phone Calls with his Ex-Wife - Part 7
🕑 Added 2024-06-20 04:15:16 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
Scott woke up to the unfamiliar sensation of someone else in his bed. It took a few moments for him to remember that his ex-wife had spent the night after treating him to a wealth of cuckold-fueled pleasure the evening before.
He smiled as those memories flooded his mind and then turned towards Mae to see her awake and smiling - genuinely smiling - at him.
"Good morning," she said.
Scott couldn't contain his smile. "Good morning. How did you sleep?"
"Very well, thank you."
He wanted to touch her, to reach up and caress her face like he used to when they were married. He wanted to let his hand wander under the covers and between her legs, too, but Scott refrained from doing anything other than admiring her beauty. They weren't married anymore, after all, and based on their recent interactions Scott knew better than to do anything other than exactly as his ex-wife instructed.
Then, to his complete and utter surprise, Mae caressed his face as she asked, "Did you sleep well?"
He nodded. "As well as I've slept in months, actually."
She inched closer and his pulse quickened.
"So you're grateful that I spent the night?"
Scott nodded and his cock came to life as his ex-wife's body was now nearly pressed against his.
"And you're grateful that I invited you to spend the night in the same bed with me?"
"Yes, very much so."
Mae studied his face and smiled. Scott stared into her eyes as he wondered what she was thinking and if there was any chance that what had happened the night before - including her staying over - might happen again.
"When I woke up this morning," she began, "one of the first things I thought about was you cumming in that champagne glass and drinking it for me."
Scott had done so without much in the way of hesitation. He'd been so thrilled at the pleasure Mae had offered up to that point - including allowing him to orgasm - that he'd been more than willing to do anything she desired, even if it was a fairly unpleasant task like drinking a mixture of cum and champagne.
"Did you like that I did that?" he ventured.
Mae nodded and ran her finger over his lips. "More than I thought I would. In fact, if I'm being honest, I've found a great deal more pleasure than I expected in playing with you recently."
Scott's heart pounded so hard he was sure he would have seen his chest thumping if he'd looked down. It felt like something was about to happen. Something potentially incredible.
"Have you enjoyed playing with me?" she asked.
"Yes, more than anything."
Again she traced her finger over his lips, but this time she slipped it between them and onto his tongue while smiling. Scott sucked on his ex-wife's finger and held her gaze. He was certain he saw arousal in her eyes.
"You know what else I thought about this morning, Scott?"
He gently shook his head.
"I found myself wondering what you would look like on your knees in front of Andrew."
Scott felt his eyes widen in surprise and he saw his ex-wife smile in delight, presumably at her ability to catch him off guard.
"Of course, I wasn't just thinking about what you'd look like on your knees in front of him," she said softly before leaning in and kissing him on the cheek before whispering, "I was thinking about what you'd look like with his cock in your mouth."
Mae added a second finger and pushed them both deep into his mouth. He sucked hard and swirled his tongue as a mixture of anxiety and arousal rushed through his body.
"Would you believe that I got wet thinking about that, Scott? My pussy got wet thinking about my ex-husband sucking my boyfriend's cock."
Scott found himself delighted at his wife's arousal. At the very least it meant that she'd been thinking about continuing the cuckold play they'd engaged in over recent weeks. The form of play was perhaps more extreme than Scott felt comfortable with, but in the moment he was caught up in a kind of arousal that had him feeling rather pliable where his sexuality was concerned.
Mae pulled her fingers from Scott’s mouth and kissed him. He closed his eyes and sank into the warmth of her lips against his and the wet softness of her tongue as it pushed into his mouth. Her hand found the back of his head and she applied pressure while her tongue moved deeper and deeper, replacing her fingers as a phallic object penetrating his oral cavity.
When Mae pulled back her lips were glazed with saliva and she wore a bright, naughty smile. Her hand disappeared under the sheets and a moment later she found Scott's stiff cock and stroked him a little through his underwear.
After just a few strokes she pushed her hand into his boxers and grasped his bare cock. She stroked him slowly and gathered the precum that had formed at the tip, using it to lube him and make every stroke just a little more pleasurable.
"So...does this stiff dick of yours mean that you'd get on your knees and suck my boyfriend's cock, Scott?"
He stared into her eyes for a few seconds and then nodded. He wasn't actually sure he wanted to do it - to give a blowjob - but he wanted to see what Mae would think, how she would react.
She kissed him again. This time it was slower and more sensual. He hadn't been kissed like that since their divorce. It felt like an act of genuine intimacy, like Mae was showing her appreciation for his willingness to suck cock by kissing him in the most thrilling, rewarding manner imaginable.
Then, to Scott's surprise, Mae threw the covers back and straddled him. She freed his cock from the opening in his underwear and pressed the head against her red panties, teasing the underside of his stiffness with the delicate softness of her underwear while gently rocking her hips back and forth.
"That feels so good," he said before moaning.
Mae smiled and then lifted her hips and pulled her panties aside. Scott looked down to see that her labia were wet and plump. He watched his ex-wife rub the throbbing head of his cock over her pussy lips. His body shuddered with pleasure.
Then Mae astonished him once again. She sank down on his cock, taking every inch of him inside her. She smiled and rested her hands on his chest. She lightly dug her fingernails into his skin and dragged them down a few inches, causing him to wince from the sudden and rather intense pain. Every bit of that pain washed away when she rocked her hips back and forth a few times, though, bathing his cock in the utter perfection of the pussy he used to fuck with some regularity before his cuckold fantasy ruined their marriage.
"I used to think that size didn't matter much," Mae said softly. "I've changed my mind on that, though. It matters. More than I thought. More than most women are willing to admit."
Scott got harder inside his ex-wife.
"Andrew's dick is bigger than yours. A lot bigger than yours. You're going to find out just how true that is when you have him in your mouth, you fucking cuck."
She pulled her hips forward and then slid them back, grinding her clit into his pelvis and bathing Scott's stiff cock in her wetness. Her eyes were closed as she did so and he watched as Mae bit her lower lip and then opened her mouth and let out a beautiful moan.
"Fuck...I'm so wet."
Mae lifted her hips and Scott's cock slipped from her pussy. She leaned forward, grabbed a handful of his hair, and then dragged her hips over his chest until she was sitting above his face.
"You're going to make me cum and then you're going to make me breakfast. Do you understand?"
Scott nodded and a moment later his wife's pussy was on his face. She rode his mouth while he used his tongue to massage her clit and bring Mae to a rather quick orgasm that included her grasping the headboard tightly and moaning as she lowered most of her weight onto his face, spreading her juices over his cheeks in the process.
"That was lovely," she said with a smile before looking over her shoulder. "And your dick is still hard. How nice. No orgasm for you, though. You're not cumming again until you've sucked my boyfriend's cock like a good cuck."
Scott's balls ached and his cock throbbed and he felt a touch of frustration at the idea of not cumming for however long Mae was going to make him wait. He was desperate to get off in that very moment, after all.
"I think I might make you wait until next weekend. You'll do it though, won't you? You'll wait all week. You'll keep your hands off that dick of yours. You'll be a good cuck, won't you?"
"Yes," he said.
Mae climbed off his face, pulled her panties back over her pussy, and leaned down to kiss him softly. "Good. Now go make me breakfast."
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The week included more than Scott holding off on his desire to masturbate. It included him cleaning Mae's house as he'd promised he'd do in exchange for the pleasure of cleaning her pussy.
He'd done so on Wednesday while she was on a date with Andrew. He'd come over and she'd given him a long list of instructions on what she wanted cleaned while she was out. She'd then given him a kiss on the cheek and left in a short skirt, an off-the-shoulder sweater, and a pair of three inch heels. The outfit was somehow both casual and insanely sexy and Scott felt intensely jealous of Andrew.
Five hours later, Mae returned to her home. Scott had finished her list - just barely, though - and was utterly exhausted when his ex-wife walked through the door. She smiled and instructed him to get on his knees and kiss her feet, which he did without argument as arousal coursed through him.
Mae then walked through the house - with Scott in tow - and inspected everything she'd ordered him to clean. She ran her fingers over the shelves he'd dusted, checked corners to ensure he'd cleaned thoroughly, and even smelled her laundry to make sure he'd used the right dryer sheets.
"Very good," she said after finishing her inspection.
Mae approached and caressed Scott's cock through his jeans. She smiled as he got hard after just a few seconds of stimulation. He stared at her glossy lips and wondered if they'd been around Andrew's cock that night. He wondered if she'd been fucked, if her boyfriend had cum inside her. Those thoughts made it easy to get hard.
"You can go," Mae said after she'd gotten him hard.
Scott was stunned. He figured he'd at least get to clean her pussy after putting in the work to clean her house.
"What?" he asked. "Really?"
Mae nodded. "Yes. You can go. I let you clean my pussy last weekend and you cleaned my house in exchange for that pleasure. You don't get to do it again. Not until you've earned it. You greedy little cuck. Now get the fuck out of my house. I'm seeing Andrew again on Saturday. I expect you hear at 7 p.m. sharp. You'll clean the house again and after our date I'll bring Andrew back here and you'll show us both that you're an eager cocksucking cuckold. Do you understand?"
Scott wanted to protest. He wanted to clean his ex-wife's pussy. He wanted to make her cum. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted something other than a brief over the pants handjob. He knew that arguing was pointless, though.
"Thank you for letting me clean you last weekend," he said. "And thank you for inviting me back on Saturday. I promise I'll be a good cocksucker for you."
Mae smiled slightly and then seemingly tried to force the joyful look away, as if she didn't want to reveal how much she liked what Scott had said. "Go," she ordered.
Scott left and the moment he started his car his phone rang. It was Mae. "Hey. Did I forget something?" he asked.
There was nothing for a few moments and then Scott heard a moan. The distinct sound of masturbation followed. Scott stared up at his ex-wife's house and considered getting out of the car. Maybe she'd let him in if he begged.
"Mae? Are you...are you masturbating?"
"I am," she replied. "Andrew fucked me so good...but I want more. So I'm in my bed. I'm naked. My pussy is dripping with his cum. And I'm masturbating. I'm playing with my cum-filled pussy and I'm going to do it while you listen as you're driving home. Because you're not allowed in my house again until Saturday, Scott, so you might as well back out and get on the road."
Scott put the car in reverse and backed out of his ex-wife's driveway as he listened to her masturbate. Her pussy was soaked. Soaked with Andrew's cum. He could hear it. It was exquisite. The most beautiful sound he'd ever heard. It made his dick throb - his dick which had been denied an orgasm for half a week - and it felt exceptionally difficult to resist the urge to unzip and jerk off as he drove home.
Mae peppered in dirty talk throughout Scott's drive, most of which was focused on how hard she'd cum on Andrew's cock and how much of his cum was still dripping out of her. Every word of it deepened Scott's arousal, to the point that it felt like a minor miracle he made it home without driving off the road.
"Are you home?" Mae asked as Scott pulled into his garage and turned the car off.
"I am."
"Good. Go to your bedroom, Scott. Strip for me. Stroke your cock while you listen to me play with my messy cunt."
Scott ran into the house, stripped on his way to the bedroom, and practically leapt into the bed. He tossed his phone next to him and stroked his cock slowly as he listened to more of Mae's masturbation. He was surprised she hadn't cum yet - she was clearly holding off on purpose - and he desperately wished he was in her bedroom so there would at least be a chance she'd invite him to crawl between her legs and lick her pussy clean.
"Are you going to be a good cocksucker for me, cuck?"
"Yes," he answered.
"Yeah? You're going to get on your knees, look up at Andrew, and beg him for the chance to suck the cock that satisfies your ex-wife in a way you never could?"
Scott hadn't considered that he might be made to humiliate himself in that manner, and yet he didn't hesitate to agree to his wife's demand. "Yes, I'll beg him. I'll beg for the chance to suck his cock, Mae. I will."
"Mmm, you're so fucking pathetic. Suck a fucking cuck. But it turns me on, Scott. It makes my pussy wet to think of you being such a pathetic cuck for me. To think of you getting on your knees and begging a superior man for the chance to suck his dick."
Scott heard what he thought was the sound of his ex-wife slapping her pussy. It was loud and wet and she moaned. He wasn't entirely sure what she was doing, but the sound of it delighted him.
"And will you beg him to fuck your face, cuck? Will you beg him to humiliate you by using your mouth like a pussy? Will you beg him to grab your head and do whatever the fuck he pleases with your mouth, to treat you like nothing more than a hole meant to be used to get him hard so he can fuck the woman you used to be married to?"
Scott had to stop stroking or he was at risk of cumming. He answered her question, though. "Yes, Mae, I'll beg him to fuck my face. I'll beg him to fuck my mouth, to pound my throat, to treat me like a pathetic cuckold cocksucker. I'll beg him to humiliate me while you watch, while you play with the pussy he's going to fuck."
"You'll beg to clean me when he's done with me, won't you? You'll beg to crawl between my legs and eat his fucking load out of me while I cuddle up with him, won't you? You'll beg to clean a real man's load from my cunt, won't you?"
"Yes, I'll beg to clean you. I will, Mae. I'll beg like the pathetic cuck I am. I'll beg to clean your sloppy cunt."
"Fuck! I'm cumming!"
Scott listened to his ex-wife's beautiful moans and groans. He stared at the throbbing head of his cock and the glistening drop of precum at the tip. He scooped it up and popped it into his mouth, savoring the sweet taste while he wondered if he'd have the courage to go through with everything he'd just promised he'd do.
"I'll see you on Saturday night, cuck."
She hung up before Scott could say another word. He'd damn near uttered, "I love you," though, and was glad she'd hung up as he suspected that saying those three words might have ruined the game they were playing.
Scott couldn't help but feel renewed affection for Mae, though, as she was making his deepest fantasies a reality and he felt better than he had in a long, long time.
That feeling would likely be enhanced on Saturday night, as Scott was going to get to watch another man fuck his ex-wife. He was going to fluff that man. He was going to be humiliated by that man. It could very well be the most pleasurable night of Scott's life, and the warmth of his feelings for Mae would only deepen as a result.
As he put his underwear on and got into bed to try and fall asleep, Scott found himself hoping that Mae was developing warm feelings of her own, and that night he dreamed of being with his ex-wife once more, of a renewed marriage taking an entirely different shape with Scott as her dutiful cuck.
It was a fantasy, but it was a lovely fantasy that Scott expected would remain with him as he and Mae continued to indulge in this thrilling new version of their relationship.
