Dirty Phone Calls with His Ex-Wife - Part 5 (Patreon)

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 "Are you dating?" Mae asked.

Scott shook his head before realizing he was on the phone with his ex-wife and he had to talk. "No, I'm not."

"Have you dated anyone since we got divorced?"

"I've been on dates. I had a few short-lived relationships," he answered.

Silence from the other end of the line. Scott wondered if Mae was smiling at his romantic misfortune or if she was contemplating her next question.

"Did any of those women know that you're a cuck?" she finally asked.

"No."

"Were you afraid to tell them, Scott? Were you afraid to admit that you're the kind of man that needs to be with a woman that will fuck other men? That will welcome superior men into her bed while her fucking cuck sits there and watches? While her cuck pulls on his little dick?"

There was cruelty in her voice, and yet Scott was turned on, which had become an increasingly common occurrence in his recent conversations with his ex-wife. "Yes, I was afraid. It's not the kind of conversation you have on a first date. I'm not sure it's the kind of conversation you have in the first year of a relationship."

"No, probably not," she agreed. "You'd be happy with a woman who wanted to cuck you from the start though, wouldn't you?"

"Yes."

"I wonder if there's a woman like that out there for you, Scott. I wonder if there's a woman that would happily involve herself with a man that's desperate to see her welcome another man's cock into her cunt."

Silence again. This time, though, Scott heard his ex-wife's breathing. It had gotten heavier. Deeper. He couldn't be certain, but it sounded like she was aroused. Perhaps he was just indulging in fantasy, though.

"I suspect there is a woman like that," she said. "There's a woman for every kind of man, isn't there?"

"I'd like to think so."

"You haven't found her yet, though. Instead, you have me. A woman who doesn’t want to be married to you, who couldn't be married to you, but who's more than happy to have fun with you, to use you."

"I'm lucky to have you," he said.

Mae laughed. "You know how pathetic that is, right?"

Again Scott nodded before saying, "Yes. I know."

"Andrew's taking me out to dinner tonight. It's a beautiful restaurant. Expensive, too. He knows how to woo a woman, how to make her feel special, how to make her want to give up the thing he craves."

Scott thought of his ex-wife and her new boyfriend fucking. He'd heard it. He'd heard the way she moaned for Andrew. He'd heard her bed frame groaning under the insistent pressure of Andrew's impressive thrusts. He'd heard the way she climaxed with Andrew's cock inside her. If he thought hard enough, he could still hear it.

"You're not saying anything, Scott. Are you thinking about your ex-wife getting fucked?" Mae asked.

"Yes," he admitted.

"And are you turned on?"

"Yes."

She laughed softly. "I have to admit, there's something irresistible about the sense of power I feel over you. That's why I'm fairly certain there really is a woman out there for you. There must be someone that would thoroughly enjoy being with a man she could control with such ease. A man she could manipulate into doing exactly as she desires. A man that would love and support her while she pursues whatever pleasure she craves."

Scott liked that Mae had taken control, that she clearly found pleasure in it. He especially liked that she'd seen fit to invite him into her home on two occasions in recent weeks and that both times he'd participated in her orgasm, though his cock hadn't come anywhere near her pussy on either occasion.

"I'd like a new dress for tonight," she said.

"I'd like to buy it for you," Scott replied. The words spilled from his mouth before he knew what he was saying. A deep sense of excitement followed and Scott smiled as his loins tingled in an unexpected manner.

"I was hoping you'd say that. I very much enjoyed wearing the lingerie you bought for me. If I'm being honest, I came a little harder knowing that my pathetic ex-husband had paid for the lingerie I was wearing while my boyfriend fucked my tight little cunt," she said.

Scott was halfway to an erection. It was humiliating to get so excited over the notion of buying beautiful clothes for Mae to wear for another man, but he couldn't help the arousal he felt.

"Would you like to take me shopping, Scott?"

"More than anything," he answered.

"I won't be buying the kind of dress I wore when we were together. Andrew deserves something higher quality. Something that fits perfectly. Something that makes me look utterly irresistible. Dresses like that aren't cheap, Scott. Not at all. Are you sure you're willing to take me shopping?"

For some reason, Scott's cock throbbed at the idea of spending a great deal of money on a dress for his wife. He knew he was being manipulated, that she was using him. Knowing it was happening didn't matter though. Or it made it hotter. He wasn't really sure and it didn't really matter. Scott wanted to pursue the arousal he felt in the moment.

"Yes, I'm sure I want to take you shopping. Should I pick you up, or should I meet you at the store?"

"You can pick me up. Be here in half an hour."

She hung up without saying goodbye and Scott hopped to his feet and hurried to his bedroom to get dressed. He tried his best to look good - though he wasn't entirely sure why, as Mae had made it perfectly clear they wouldn't be getting back together - and headed out the door and into the car.

Scott considered a stop to pick up a bouquet of flowers but quickly tossed aside the idea as utter insanity. His ex-wife had no interest in a gift of flowers from him. Instead, he drove to Mae's house, pulled into the driveway, and walked to the front door to ring the bell.

He heard her footsteps inside. It sounded like she was wearing heels. She made no effort to rush to the door, though. Instead, Scott waited for a few minutes with his hands clasped in front of him and he felt every bit like a chauffeur as he did.

It was worth it when Mae opened the door, though. She looked radiantly beautiful in a loose, lovely pink and white sundress and a pair of strappy-but-casual heels. She offered a smile that seemed so joyful that Scott was caught off guard.

"You look beautiful," he said as memories of the happy days of their marriage flooded his brain.

"Why thank you," Mae replied.

She stepped out of the house, locked the door behind her, and then walked towards Scott's car. He moved to the passenger side and opened the door for her. As Mae got in, Scott tried his best not to stare at her legs, but he couldn't help but catch a quick glimpse.

"It's impolite to stare," she said.

Scott met his wife's gaze and saw a smile on her face. "Sorry."

He moved to shut the door but she held up her hand. "They look good, don't they?"

He nodded. "You look good."

"I've been working out. Going to the gym, actually. I have a trainer. There's something about being with a man like Andrew that makes me want to be the best version of myself."

Scott felt a twinge of arousal he didn't entirely understand. "Well, it's working. You look better than when we were together. Andrew's a lucky man."

"He is. I'm a lucky woman, too."

"I feel lucky too," Scott said. "To be able to take you shopping like this. To buy you beautiful things to wear for Andrew. To help you be the best version of yourself in some small way."

She studied him for a few moments before her lips curled into a slight smile. "Pathetic," she uttered. "But worthy of being used for my benefit. Speaking of which, I think you should get on your knees and kiss my feet."

Mae swung her legs until they hung out of the car and Scott looked down at her feet in the strappy heels. Her toes were painted a lovely shade of pink and her feet looked flawless, like Mae had put in genuine effort to make them appealing.

Scott fell to his knees as a sense of embarrassment rushed through him. It wasn't the act that embarrassed him, though. It was the excitement he felt at dropping to his knees that was mortifying. He bent over and kissed the tops of each of her feet, doing so several times as Mae gently purred. Scott was equal parts horrified and delighted to feel his cock grow as he prostrated himself in front of his ex-wife.

"Very good. You may take me to Charlene's now," she said.

Charlene's was a local store that sold high-end women's clothing. Everything in the shop was eye-wateringly expensive. Even a blouse could run $500 or more. Scott had never stepped foot in the store as it was always so impractical to even consider shopping there. Now, though, the idea of taking Mae shopping at such a store was thrilling to him. He knew it was tied entirely to the fact that she would wear the dress for Andrew, but that was as good a reason as any to get excited.

As he backed out of the driveway, Mae grabbed his phone from the center console, typed in the code he hadn't changed since they'd gotten divorced, and put on music of her choosing. It sounded like typical pop, though he wasn't familiar with the artist. He offered no objection to her assertion that the music should be of her choosing. Instead, Scott was once again hit with a wave of arousal.

"Thank you for all of this," he said. "For the phone calls. For the dirty talk. For letting me listen as you and Andrew have sex. For the in-person play. For letting me buy you the lingerie and then the dress today. Thank you for all of it."

Mae turned to him, but she offered no response. Scott glanced her way and saw a slight smile on her face, but otherwise her expression was hard to read in the split-second he observed it before turning his eyes back to the road.

Then, Mae leaned over and reached between his legs. She unabashedly stroked his cock through his jeans, luring him to a fully erect state in a matter of seconds. She remained silent as arousal flooded Scott's body, emanating in waves from his loins as his balls tightened and a few drops of precum escaped the tip of his cock and smeared against his underwear.

"You're welcome," Mae said after a solid five minutes of gentle cock stroking. She then took one of his hands from the steering wheel and pulled it between her legs. She guided his fingers up her dress and pressed them against her panties, where Scott felt heat and wetness. She was turned on.

Half a dozen questions came to mind, but Scott kept quiet. Instead, he rubbed his fingers over her panties and Mae moaned as her hand remained on his wrist, keeping his fingers in place between her legs. He rubbed her right up until they pulled into the parking lot. He found a space and Mae released his wrist and turned to offer a smile as Scott turned the car off.

He got out but she remained in the car. It took a few moments for him to realize she expected Scott to open the door for her. He rushed to the passenger side to do so and she got out without saying a word and strode towards the door.

He followed, opened the door to Charlene's, and stepped inside behind her. A subtle, floral fragrance filled his nose as an impossibly beautiful blonde woman approached with a smile on her face.

"Hello, welcome to Charlene's," she said. "If there's anything I can help you with, please don't hesitate to ask."

Mae returned her smile. "Thank you so much. It's actually our first time shopping here. I'm looking for a dress. Something elegant but sexy. The kind of dress that might turn heads. The kind of dress that would make a man very happy to be on a date with me."

The blonde seemed genuinely happy to be able to help as she led Mae through the store and towards a selection of dresses that all looked incredible to Scott. He could only imagine how good they'd look on his ex-wife and her newly fit body.

Scott remained largely silent as Mae passed him the dresses she liked. He glanced - as subtly as he could - at each of the price tags and tried his best not to show his shock at the notion that a single dress could cost more than $1,000. One was nearly twice that and Scott found himself hoping that Mae's taste would run towards the lower end of the dresses she'd picked out. He knew the store was expensive, but seeing the actual numbers still proved somewhat stunning.

"Can I show you to a fitting room?" the blonde asked.

"Absolutely," Mae replied.

She beckoned for Scott to follow - treating him like little more than a servant in a manner he found hugely appealing - and he did so as they wound their way through the store and towards the fitting area.

"Can he accompany me into the fitting room?" Mae asked.

At most stores that answer would be an instant 'no.' This was not most stores, though. The blonde nodded cheerfully and unlocked one of the doors. Mae and Scott stepped into a remarkably spacious fitting room and the blonde noted that she would be available should they require any help.

Mae closed the door and Scott hung each of the dress before his ex-wife spun around, looked over her shoulder, and said, "Could you unbutton me?"

His hands shook a little - Scott wasn't sure why, but he felt nervous - but he managed to unbutton her dress after a few fumbling attempts. Mae then pushed the thin straps from her shoulders and let the dress fall to the floor. She stepped out of it, turned around, and looked up at Scott.

It took him a few moments to realize he was meant to pick up the dress. He bent down to do so and felt her hand on the top of his head.

"On your knees," she said softly.

Scott fell to his knees as his pulse quickened. Mae ran her fingers through his hair and down the side of his face until she grasped his chin and directed his gaze upwards.

"You will do as you're told while I'm trying on dresses. Do you understand?"

He nodded.

"Good. Now kiss my feet."

She must have enjoyed it the first time and Scott thoroughly enjoyed doing it a second time. He backed up a little, bent over, and kissed her beautiful feet. He tried not to make too much noise in doing so and he was delighted to feel his cock grow to a semi-erect state once more.

"Now kiss me here," she said.

Scott looked up to find his ex-wife pointing to her panty-clad pussy. He needed no further instruction to kiss her there. He leaned in and pressed his lips against her panties. He kissed her repeatedly, doing so while she grabbed a tight fistful of his hair and made a sound that reminded him of a purring cat.

Eventually, Mae stepped back and grabbed one of the dresses from its hanger. She looked at the price tag and smiled like she couldn't have been happier. Scott remained on his knees while his wife changed into the dress. It was black, low cut, and it fit like a glove. It emphasized her hips and Scott was surprised at how good it made her ass look. He immediately felt like he understood why some dresses cost a great deal more, that it wasn't just a scam. The dress she had on was better than the cheaper versions they'd been able to afford during their marriage.

"Wow," he said.

Mae put her hands on her hips and looked at herself in the mirror. "I know, right? He'd go wild for this. Absolutely wild, Scott. He wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of me."

Scott's cock was harder. So much so that it ached a little. He was jealous of Andrew, and yet he was utterly thrilled that Mae was going to wear the dress for another man and that Scott was going to pay for it.

"You look perfect," he said.

Mae looked down at him, smiled, and then turned around. "Kiss my ass," she whispered.

Scott kissed her ass through the soft fabric of the black dress. He kissed it over and over and over. He closed his eyes and let himself sink into the surprising pleasure of showering her in that very particular form of affection.

Mae stood and stripped out of the dress. She put it back on the hanger and tried on the second. It was red. It was tight at the bust and the waist but loose beneath that, ending just above her knee. It wasn't quite as sexy as the black dress, but she looked more feminine in it.

"That's perfect too," he said.

"I know, and it's almost twice as expensive as the black dress," she replied. "Which makes me more interested in buying it."

Scott was surprised to find that he shared her enthusiasm for the more expensive dress. He chalked it up to being on his knees, to having kissed her feet, to having kissed her ass, to Mae putting in some effort to put him in what was clearly a submissive headspace.

"Me too," he said.

She looked down at him and smiled. "Is that right? You really don't mind spending nearly $2,000 to buy me a dress to wear for my boyfriend?"

Scott couldn't believe the excitement he felt as she put it in such direct terms. "I don't mind at all. It...it excites me."

She smiled and lifted the bottom of the dress, exposing her milky white thighs and her panties. "You may kiss me."

He leaned in. His head disappeared under the dress. He kissed her pussy through her panties. He heard Mae purr. He tried to apply pressure with his lips to offer her a bit of pleasure. He wanted to lick her through her panties, but he hadn't been given permission so he refrained.

Mae stepped back and stripped out of the dress. She put it back on the hanger and looked down at Scott with what he thought was lust in her eyes. She held his gaze for a few seconds and he wondered if she was turned on enough to let him make her cum there in the fitting room.

She wasn't. Instead, Mae put on a dark blue dress. It was nearly floor length and fit like a glove from head to toe. It was elegant in every sense of the word and she looked exceedingly sexy in it, owing mostly to her innately attractive body.

"All of these dresses are perfect," he said.

"This one makes it a little harder to access my pussy," she replied, sending a wave of pleasure through Scott's body. "Sometimes, when we're driving, Andrew likes to reach over and tease me. I think he likes to check if I'm wet for him. I think it makes him feel good to know that I'm excited to be out with him, that being touched by him fills me with desire, that my pussy is almost always wet for him. I think it makes him want to fuck me even more than he already does."

Scott imagined another man caressing his ex-wife's legs. He imagined Andrew fingering Mae as they drove to or from the restaurant. He imagined her holding her boyfriend's wrist and filling his car with moans of pleasure as her pussy got worked over. It was an exquisite delight to picture.

Mae stripped out of the dress and tried on the remaining three. They all looked stunningly hot on her and in varying ways. The blonde woman had helped her come up with an impressive selection of options where she literally couldn't go wrong.

After trying on the sixth dress, Mae stripped out of it, put it back on the hanger, and stood in front of Scott in her bra and panties. "So, if you had to choose, which dress would you buy for me?"

"The red one," he said without hesitation. "It's sexy. It's elegant. The bottom is flared to give Andrew easier access. I mean, he could even get a little playful if you were seated next to each other in the restaurant. The tighter dresses make that harder."

Mae smiled. "And you like the idea of buying me the most expensive dress, don't you?"

He nodded. There was no point in denying it.

"I like that idea too, so you can buy the red dress for me."

Scott was astounded at how excited he was to be able to spend so much money on his ex-wife and to do so because the dress made it easier for her boyfriend to finger her.

To his surprise, Mae lowered her panties and stepped out of them. "Make me cum."

Scott crawled forward and sealed his lips to her pussy. He worked her clit vigorously, licking back and forth and applying just a bit of suction. She held his head in both hands and seemingly worked to keep quiet as Scott brought her ever closer to an orgasm.

He knew she was cumming when he felt her thighs trembling on either side of his head. She tightened her grip on his hair, too, to the point that it hurt a little, though that mild pain brought with it a touch of pleasure, too.

"Thank you," Mae said softly as she stepped back and put her panties on.

"It was my pleasure, believe me," Scott replied. "So thank you."

She offered her hand and helped Scott to his feet. She grabbed his cock and stroked it through his pants while holding his gaze. "You know, if you worked harder and made more money, you could buy me more pretty things."

His dick got harder and her touch felt better.

"You should consider doing that," she said. "I like pretty things, especially when I get to wear them for a worthy man."

Scott was so close to cumming.

To his relief and disappointment, Mae stopped stroking him just in time to avoid a climax in his pants. She stepped back, smiled, and then put on her dress before turning around so Scott could button it up.

"Take the dresses," she said.

Scott gathered all six dresses - holding the red one in his right hand and the other five in his left - and they departed the dressing room. He handed the dresses they weren't buying to the blonde and then headed for the register.

"We'll take this," he said.

With tax, the cost came to a little over $2,000. Scott's heart pounded as he paid for it, but it wasn't because he couldn't afford it. It was because it thrilled him to buy it. It thrilled him beyond words.

After carefully wrapping the dress in tissue paper and sliding it into an expensive-looking bag, the girl behind the register gave Scott his receipt and he walked out of the store with Mae a few steps in front of him. He opened the door to his car and she got in before he placed the dress in the backseat.

"After dropping me off I want you to go and buy a nice bottle of champagne. Nothing crazy, but nice," she instructed, much to Scott's puzzlement. "Get a nice box of chocolates, too. Truffles. The expensive kind. The ones that taste like little morsels of Heaven."

"Okay," he said.

Mae smiled as he backed out of the space.

"I've decided that your generosity deserves a reward of sorts," she explained. "I'll be dropping by your place tonight after my date. It will be late, but I'd like you to be ready for me. I'd like the champagne chilled. Make sure your place is clean, too. I'm going to let you serve me, to let you make me feel good. If you satisfy me, I'll give you an orgasm."

Scott couldn't believe his good fortune. "I'll satisfy you. I will. I promise."

"We'll see," she replied.

Scott would do whatever it took. He would make sure he satisfied her, in no small part because doing so would bring him great satisfaction beyond the promise of an orgasm. That was just a wonderful bonus.

He had shopping and cleaning to do, though, and he'd spend the rest of the day doing so to make sure his house was welcoming for Mae. He would do whatever it took to satisfy her.