Becca Bellamy
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Dirty Phone Calls with His Ex-Wife - Part 2
🕑 Added 2023-10-04 04:40:58 +0000 UTCClick here to read the first part of the story.
"Can you help me with something?" Mae texted on a Friday afternoon.
A week had passed since their phone call - the one where Mae teased Scott with all sorts of dirty talk about the new guy she was dating - and each day that had passed brought with it a touch of disappointment when Mae didn't call. Scott wasn't sure what his ex-wife wanted help with, but he wasn't about to say no.
"Sure," he replied. Scott was at work - which was far from an ideal place to experience even a little bit of sexual excitement - but he desperately wanted to feel more of the cuckold pleasure he'd experience during their call.
"I'm doing a little lingerie shopping for my boyfriend - his name is Andrew, by the way - and I was hoping to get your opinion. He's coming over to my place tonight. I'm making him dinner and afterwards I'm going to make sure he cums as hard as he's ever cum," she texted.
Arousal rushed through Scott's body. His loins tingled. His cock grew in his slacks. He felt a subtle touch of lightheadedness that he thoroughly enjoyed. It was so potent that Scott put his phone on his desk for a moment, took a deep breath, and tried to center himself so he wouldn't lose control at work.
"I'd love to help," he replied.
Mae sent a smiley face. "I figured you would. Did you think about me this week, Scott?"
"Yes," Scott texted. "Every day."
"And did you think about me getting fucked?" she asked. "Did you think about another man enjoying my pussy and my mouth?"
Scott was hard. He was hard as a rock. He was amazed, too, that Mae seemed so eager to play into his cuckold desires. He couldn't figure out why she was suddenly willing to be so generous in that way, and yet he wasn't about to inquire as to what had changed her mind. He didn't want to risk ruining the mood.
"I did," he texted. "I couldn't stop thinking about it, Mae."
"And did you jerk off while you thought about me?"
"Yes," Scott answered. "I came so hard, Mae. Just like when we talked. I came so fucking hard."
"That's good," she texted. "I like that I'm still on your mind, that you can't help but jerk off to me. I like that you're alone at home and jerking off to the idea of another man fucking me, of another man satisfying me, of my tight pussy pulsating around another man's cock as he makes me cum so hard."
Scott scooted his chair forward so the bulge of his erection would be hidden under his desk should anyone come by.
"I'm going to send you pictures of me in lingerie," she texted. "I want you to tell me which one you like best. Okay?"
"I can't imagine anything hotter," Scott replied.
He should have been working, but instead he sat there and stared at his phone. It had been so long since he'd seen his ex-wife in lingerie - even before they'd divorced she hadn't worn it for him in years - and he could scarcely contain his excitement at the idea of getting to help her pick out something sexy for another man.
The first picture arrived. Mae was in a fitting room and taking a selfie in the mirror. Her face wasn't in the picture, but she looked breathtaking in a sheer red baby doll with the most delicate lace trim. It fell to just past her waist and she'd coupled it with a pair of red lace bikini cut panties that rode high on her hips.
"That's such a hot mixture of delicate and feminine and sexy," he texted back. "The way the material almost seems to float above your breasts is intoxicating. Mae, you look so good in that. I don't know how he'd be able to resist you."
Another picture came through. Mae was in a pair of black stockings with lace tops and a garter belt. She wore a black lace thong and a matching bra that was just sheer enough that Scott could see her nipples.
"That's sexy and elegant and it makes you look like a sexually confident woman that deserves just about any man in the world. I feel like that's the sort of thing you wear when you want to communicate that you're taking control of the sex that night," he texted.
Mae sent a smiley face back. Scott scrolled up to look at her in the red lingerie. He felt his cock throb, but not because he wanted to fuck his ex-wife, but because he couldn't stop thinking of another man fucking her in that sexy baby doll and panties. He couldn't stop imagining Mae on top in that delicate lingerie. He saw her slowly riding another man's cock. He saw that man's hands reach under the lingerie to play with her tits. He heard his ex-wife moan.
Another picture came in. It was a pink lace bodysuit with sheer cutouts on the sides. It was low cut, too, and it showed off her cleavage in the most breathtaking way. A second picture quickly arrived, this one showing the bodysuit from the back. The thong made her ass look outstanding and Scott quickly scrolled between both pictures as he once again imagined his ex-wife fucking another man in that spectacular outfit.
"I love the pink. The thong, too. And the way it's low cut which makes your breasts look spectacular," he texted.
"Which one do you think a man like Andrew would like best?" Mae asked. "Remember, he's not like you, Scott. He's an alpha male that likes being in control in the bedroom."
Scott thought of how passive he'd been in bed, of how Mae had often complained about that. It was how he'd always been, though, what he always defaulted to when it came to sex. It was an effort for him to behave like the one in control and he found it far more arousing when it felt like the woman he was with was in control.
"I think he'd like the red or the pink best," Scott texted. "Though I think the red is the real winner."
"I think you're right," she replied. "I think the red lingerie will trigger the part of Andrew that wants to take a woman and make her his. I think it will make him fuck me the way I need to be fucked."
Scott was tempted to reach under the table and give his cock just a bit of pleasure. He held off, though, as he wasn't interested in getting fired.
"Would you like me to call you after my date?" Mae asked. "After Andrew and I satisfy each other? Would that excite you, Scott?"
"More than anything," he replied.
"I'll talk to you tonight, then," she texted. "Oh, and here's a little reward for you."
Another picture came through. Mae was sitting on the bench in the fitting room. She was naked and her legs were spread. Her pussy lips had parted and she was clearly wet. It was beautiful, and the picture was also the first time that Scott noted that his ex-wife seemed to have gotten in better shape since their divorce.
"Feel free to stroke yourself to the sight of the pussy you used to enjoy, which also happens to be the pussy you'll never, ever get to enjoy again, because I've found a far better man to fuck me, Scott," she texted. "Don't cum, though. I want you to do that when we talk."
"I won't," Scott replied.
He didn't hear from her again. He'd clearly served his purpose and she was finished with him for the moment. Scott didn't mind, though. Mae had just offered him another dose of the kind of cuckold pleasure he'd long yearned for. All Scott had to do was make it to the end of the day without cumming, a task that would likely prove more difficult than he imagined given the level of his arousal.
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The rest of Scott's day at work was as unproductive as any he'd ever had. He didn't get much done once he got home, either, outside of eating dinner.
Mae completely dominated his thoughts. He wondered what she was cooking for Andrew. He wondered if they were involved in an actual relationship or if it was a purely sexual thing. He wondered if Mae would change into her lingerie right after dinner or would they fool around a little before she brought him to the bedroom. He wondered if she'd go down on him or if they'd go right to having sex.
It was after midnight when his phone rang. Scott answered immediately. He didn't care about seeming too eager.
"Hey," he said.
"Mmm, hey there," Mae replied softly. "Were you eagerly waiting for me to call?"
"Yes," Scott admitted.
"Did you think about me, Scott? Was I on your mind all night?"
It was like she knew exactly how she'd affected him, how her request to help with her lingerie selection had completely taken over his mind and tethered him to her for the evening.
"You were all I could think about, Mae," he said. "It was the same thing at work. I didn't get anything done after you texted me."
She moaned and while Scott couldn't be certain, he thought he heard her playing with her pussy. "I like that, Scott. I like that I was on your mind. I like that you couldn't stop thinking about me even though you knew another man's cock was going to spend a good part of the night inside me." She moaned again and then laughed softly. "Though I suppose that's precisely why you couldn't stop thinking about me, isn't it?"
"It is," he admitted.
"Would you like to see what I'm wearing right now?" Mae asked.
Scott's pulse quickened. "I would."
He heard nothing. Then, the sound of Mae taking a picture. A moment later his phone vibrated. He brought up his messages. He tapped the picture she'd sent him. He saw Mae on her back in the bed. He saw the red baby doll and panties on her. He saw her face, too. He saw her beautiful face. He cheeks and chest were flushed red. Her hair was messy. She looked like a woman who'd just gotten fucked.
"You look so good," he said.
"Andrew said the same thing," Mae replied. "He said I looked perfect, actually. He said he'd never wanted to fuck anyone as much as he wanted to fuck me tonight. Can you believe that, Scott? Can you believe a man wanted me that badly?"
"I can," Scott said as he rushed for his bedroom, took his pants off, and crawled into bed.
"Mmm, I wore that white sweater you always liked," Mae said softly. "The one that looks and feels so soft, that I wear off one shoulder."
She was right that he'd always liked it. He'd always loved it, in fact. There was something about the bare shoulder - usually showing a bra strap - and how soft it looked that always made Mae seem impossibly feminine.
"I didn't wear a bra," she added. "That sweater looks great without a bra, but mostly I just liked the idea of Andrew being able to reach under my shirt and play with my tits."
Scott stroked his stiff cock and asked, "Did he?"
Mae moaned. "Of course he did. After dinner. We were on the couch. We made out. His hands were all over me. They went up my sweater. They played with my tits. He's so good at that. I can't really explain why, exactly, but he does things with his hands that feel so fucking good, Scott. I get so wet just from being touched by him. So wet that I have to have him, that I have to have him inside me. It's this kind of arousal I've never felt. This kind of desire that makes me want to get fucked...but that also makes me want to make him feel so, so good. To make him feel better than any woman ever has. To make him cum harder than he's ever cum before."
She didn't say it, but Scott knew he'd never made his ex-wife feel that way. He'd never filled her with such desire. The truth was, though, not once in their marriage had he felt the same kind of desire he felt sitting there in his bed and talking to her about her night with her boyfriend, so it wasn't like she was the only one that wanted something more out of their sex life.
"I'm so turned on right now, Mae," Scott said.
"The same way that Andrew turns me on?"
"Yes," he admitted. "My dick is so hard. This turns me on so much. Thank you, Mae, for calling me."
For a few seconds Scott was met with silence and he worried he'd said something wrong. Then, Mae said, "It's my pleasure."
He breathed a sigh of relief.
"You know what else was my pleasure?" she asked.
"What?"
"Putting on this lingerie for Andrew. The lingerie you helped me pick out.” She paused for a moment and added, “Picking out lingerie…that's something a cuckold would do, isn't it?" she asked.
Scott's cock throbbed. Mae had always had such a strong distaste for that word. When they were still married - and fighting about his desire to be a cuckold - she always said it made him seem so weak, that the word sparked a sense of revulsion in her as she thought of her husband having such a strange fantasy (a fantasy she'd referred to as pathetic on more than one occasion).
"Yes, that's something a cuckold would do," he answered while stroking his stiff shaft.
"I changed in the bedroom while Andrew waited on the couch. I stripped, sprayed a tiny little bit of perfume just below my belly button, and then changed into the red baby doll and panties. I put on a pair of heels and I walked out to the living room. I approached Andrew nice and slow as he stared at me. I saw him reach for his cock and stroke it a little. I think he might have been expecting that I'd straddle him so we could keep kissing, but I needed something else, Scott. I had to have it."
"What...what did you need?" he asked.
Mae moaned and Scott heard her fingers moving in and out of her pussy. She was soaked and it sounded intoxicatingly sexy. "I needed to suck my boyfriend's cock. I need to feel him in my mouth. I needed to pleasure him and look up at his face and see the lust I was creating by blowing him like a good girlfriend."
"Fuck...Mae..."
"Mmm, you like that, don't you Scott?" she asked. "You like that I'm so eager to suck my boyfriend's cock. That I genuinely love getting on my knees for him."
"I do. I like that. I love that," he said. The thing he really liked, of course, was that she'd never been so eager to suck his cock, that her boyfriend was superior - in some way - to Scott and thus he inspired Mae's eagerness to get on her knees for him.
"I gave him a good blowjob. I always give him a good blowjob. I shook my ass in those panties as I sucked him. I stroked his big, spit-soaked cock and asked him how badly he wanted to fuck me. I even sucked on his balls a little. Fuck, I never thought I'd actually enjoy sucking on a man's balls, but I fucking do when it's Andrew."
Mae sounded like she was well on her way to another orgasm, a fact that Scott took both pleasure and a small amount of pride in, as he had to be at least a little bit responsible for her arousal.
"Did he fuck you on the couch?" he asked.
"No," Mae replied. "I took him to the bedroom. I undressed him. Then I did something I've never actually done."
"What's that?"
"I put the condom on him with my mouth," she said. "I thought it would be just sort of silly fun, but it was actually kind of sexy. And it turned me on. There was something about using my mouth to roll it down his cock that I really, really liked. Based on the way he was moaning, he liked it too."
Andrew didn't just fuck Mae better than Scott had. He seemed to have inspired a new level of adventurousness and naughtiness. Now she was the kind of woman that went down on her boyfriend all the time. She was the kind of woman that would try something like putting a condom on with her mouth, all because she wanted to impress and arouse her new man.
"He picked me up and put me in the bed," she said. "He's so strong, Scott. He can pick me up like I weigh nothing at all. Even that makes me wet."
Scott wasn't weak, but he'd never been strong enough to pick up Mae like she weighed nothing at all.
"Then he took me, Scott," she said before unleashing a long, low moan. "He slid his cock inside me and took me. He fucked me so good." She moaned louder. "He fucked my tight little pussy. He stretched me out with that big dick of his. God...Scott...every stroke felt like it was going to make me cum. Every stroke was just so fucking deep and so perfect."
Scott's cock dripped a steady stream of precum and throbbed as he masturbated.
"Does it turn you on to think about him fucking me?" she asked.
"Yes," he admitted.
"And are you picturing it right now? Me on my back. Me wearing this lingerie. His body on top of mine. His hard cock inside me. My hands moving up down his back. Me screaming his name as he fucks me better than my ex-husband ever did," she said.
Scott stopped stroking as he nearly came. "Yes, I'm picturing every bit of that, Mae." He took a deep breath. "Just like a cuckold would."
"What else would a cuckold do, Scott?"
He held his breath for a few seconds while wondering if she really wanted an answer to that. It seemed like Mae was giving him an opening, though, so Scott took it. "He'd go down on you after Andrew had fucked you. He'd put his tongue in the pussy another man had just satisfied."
"Is that right?" Mae asked as Scott heard what he thought were faint sounds of masturbation. "And that's not pathetic? Putting your tongue where another man's cock just was? I mean, you'd want to do it right after Andrew pulled out, right?"
Scott couldn't believe she was actually going along with it. "Yes. That's what a cuckold would want. To put his tongue inside you right after Andrew pulled out."
"Is that all?" she asked.
"Well...a cuckold...a cuckold would probably enjoy it even more if you'd had unprotected sex," Scott said. "If he'd...if he'd cum inside you."
Mae was masturbating. He could hear it. She hadn't stopped or slowed down. Scott knew that didn't necessarily mean anything, but he wanted to believe it was because she was turned on.
"You know that's pathetic, right?" she asked. "Wanting to lick another man's cum out of my pussy. You know how that makes you look?"
She was still masturbating and it sounded like she was doing so at a more rapid pace.
"Yes," Scott admitted as he joined his ex-wife and masturbating furiously. "I'd still want it, Mae. I'd want to lick Andrew's cum out of you. Fuck, I'd want to lick your pussy after protected sex, too. I'd want to put my tongue inside you right now, to taste you after he'd fucked you, after his cock had been so deep inside you. I want to lick you while knowing that it was the only thing I was allowed to do because my cock wasn't worthy of your pussy."
"Fuck," she said softly.
She was on the verge of an orgasm. Scott could hear it. He knew Mae well enough to know when she was about to cum.
"Even your tongue isn't worthy of my pussy," she said.
Scott came. He came so fucking hard. He came so hard while every bit of arousal from that day poured out of him, while every visual image he'd conjured rushed through his head, while he once again pictured the stunningly sexy shots of Mae in the lingerie she was trying on for her boyfriend.
"Fuck, I'm cumming!" he cried out.
Mae came too. Scott heard her beautiful moans. He heard the way she clenched her teeth right before the most explosive part of her climax. He heard the incredible wetness of her pussy as she continued to play with herself right up to the point that her clit got too sensitive.
"I'll talk to you soon, Scott," she said.
"Good night, Mae, and thank you," he replied.
She hung up without saying another word. Scott set his phone aside, closed his eyes, and smiled as the words, "Even your tongue isn't worthy of my pussy" danced through his head. He still didn't even remotely understand what Mae was doing by calling him, but he wasn't about to argue.
