Dirty Phone Calls with His Ex-Wife - Part 6 (Patreon)

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 The phone rang and Scott nearly dropped it in his haste to answer.

"Is the champagne ready?" Mae asked.

"It is. It's chilling."

She purred softly. "And did you get the chocolate?"

"I did. I got the good stuff."

"Did you spend generously, Scott? Did you make sure to treat your ex-wife to something expensive and delicious?"

His cock tingled with delight. "I did."

"And did you spend your night thinking about me getting fucked, Scott? Did you think about a superior man's cock inside your ex-wife's pussy? Inside the pussy that used to be yours and yours alone?"

He was hard. He rubbed himself through his jeans. "Yes. That's all I thought about."

"You're so pathetic," she said. "I'll bet you're turned on right now, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am."

"I think I'd like you to be naked when I get there," Mae said. "I think I like the idea of my naked ex-husband waiting on me in his new home. I think I like the idea of you seeming as pathetic as you are, naked and eager to do anything and everything I desire for the chance at an orgasm fueled by your fantasy."

"I'll be naked," he replied. "And I'll do anything for you, Mae."

She said nothing for a short spell and Scott could hear the whir of her car's motor. He heard it slow as she neared a stop sign or red light.

"Andrew loved the dress," she said. "He couldn't keep his hands off me. He said I've never looked sexier."

She sounded utterly delighted. "That makes me happy," Scott replied. "Happier than you might imagine."

Mae laughed softly. "Oh, no, I think I can imagine how happy you were. I saw the look on your face when you bought me that dress. I saw how excited you were. I saw how much you enjoyed living out a little slice of your pathetic cuck fantasy. I'm sure you would have enjoyed it if I'd brought you with me and made you watch as Andrew satisfied me not once, not twice, but three times. I'm sure you would have enjoyed it if I'd made you prepare my cunt with your tongue. Hell, I'm sure you would have enjoyed it if I'd made you get on your knees and open your mouth so Andrew could fuck your pathetic face before pounding my pussy."

Scott was hard as a rock and he could feel the precum leaking from his dick. He didn't say a word, though. It felt too pathetic to admit that she was right about all o fit.

"Am I right, Scott?" she asked, forcing his hand. "Are you enough of a fucking cuck that would you have enjoyed all of that? Was I right to divorce you, to divorce a man that's so desperate for his wife to fuck other people? Did I make the right choice in kicking your pathetic ass to the curb so I could find a real man to be with?"

"Yes," he said softly while experiencing both shame and intense pleasure.

"I'm almost to your house," she said. "You better get naked, Scott. You better be naked and at your front door the moment I arrive, and you better be ready to serve me as I desire or I will walk right out and you'll never see me again."

She hung up and Scott tossed his phone aside and stripped as quickly as he could. He saw headlights as a car pulled into his driveway. He nearly fell over trying to get his pants off and shoved his clothes into a closet before moving to the front door and watching through the peep hole as Mae got out of her car and strode towards him in that astoundingly sexy red dress he'd bought.

Scott opened the door and stepped aside - hiding his naked body from anyone on the street - to let Mae in.

"I want to see that you're naked before I step inside," she said with a smile. "I want to see that you know how to follow directions."

Scott glanced behind her to make sure the street was empty and then stepped out. Mae smiled at his naked body - and spent a moment staring at his stiff cock - and then stepped into the house. Scott shut the door as quickly as possible and turned to face his ex-wife, who looked breathtakingly beautiful.

"You look perfect," he said. The glamorous, sexy way she'd done her hair and makeup made her look even hotter than when she'd modeled the dress in the store. Andrew was right to go wild for her, for it. Mae looked astoundingly sexy.

"Thank you," she replied. "Andrew certainly seemed to think so. He certainly fucked me like he was trying to keep me around for a long time to come."

"I don't blame him," Scott said. "He's a smart man if he tries to keep you around."

Mae reached out and ran her index finger over the tip of his cock, gathering his precum. She stepped closer and pushed that finger into Scott's mouth. "You weren't man enough to keep me around. Andrew is, though. I don't think I'll end up marrying him, but I do enjoy fucking him. Perhaps just because he's the exact opposite of you - he's a real man while you're a pathetic cuck - but the sex is far better than any sex we ever had."

She slipped a second finger into his mouth and pushed them both deep as a smile spread across her face. Mae seemed to thoroughly enjoy being able to penetrate him without any fight from Scott and he thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of doing whatever his beautiful ex-wife desired.

"Why don't you give me a tour of your home?" she asked.

Scott led his ex-wife through his new house. It wasn't anything special, but he was surprised that she had nothing bad to say. If anything, she seemed impressed that he'd managed to decorate it fairly well, that it was clean, and that it was rather spacious.

"It could use a woman's touch," she said at one point. "Though I'm not sure that will ever happen. I mean, what sort of woman would want to marry a cuck?"

"I'm not sure," he replied.

Mae grabbed his cock and stroked him a few times, sending waves of pleasure through his body. "Would you tell a girlfriend about your fantasy? Would you try and make sure that she knows about it before she decides to marry you?"

He nodded. "I'd...I'd have to. Now that I've...now that you've given me a taste of this fantasy...of it becoming reality...I'm not sure I could go back to a normal sex life."

Mae laughed and stroked him faster. "I hate to burst your bubble, Scott, but you couldn't provide a woman with a normal sex life if you tried. You're not capable of it. You're just not good enough, not unless she'd be content with all of her orgasms coming via that talented tongue of yours. Or, I suppose, if she could stomach being married to a fucking cuck."

The venom in her voice made Scott's cock throb. He knew it was fucked up that it turned him on to hear her talk like that, but he couldn't help it. It wasn't just that she was stroking him while she said it, either. Hearing the words actually made his dick harder and filled his body with the kind of arousal he'd quickly gotten hooked on since the first dirty talking phone call with his ex-wife.

"Are you going to serve me tonight?"

"Yes."

Mae released his cock and shoved four fingers into his mouth. Scott sucked them clean, tasting his precum on them. "Good. I want a glass of champagne. And bring the chocolates, too. I'll be the only one drinking for now."

She turned and walked to the living room as Scott headed for the kitchen. He pulled the champagne from the fridge and popped the cork before pouring his ex-wife a glass. He grabbed the box of chocolates and returned to the living room to see Mae sitting with her legs crossed and one of her thighs almost entirely exposed. He stared at her milky white flesh for a few moments before offering the drink and the chocolates.

Mae took the drink, sipped it, and smiled. "On your knees," she instructed.

Scott sank to his knees with the box of chocolates in his hand. He stared at Mae's thigh, at her knee, at her calf. He stared at her strappy red heel and how good it made her foot look. He stared at her perfect toenails and the red polish.

"I'd like you to kiss my toes," she instructed.

Scott leaned forward and kissed each of the five toes in front of him while Mae sipped her drink.

"Now take the big one in your mouth."

He kissed his way down the line of her toes and then took the big one in his mouth, as instructed. He looked up at her and sucked on it and Mae gleefully smiled before sipping her champagne once more.

"That feels good," she said softly. "Better than I expected, actually. How lovely."

She wiggled her toe and Scott sucked a little harder. He swirled his tongue around it and she smiled before unleashing a soft moan that made his dick throb.

"Open the chocolates."

Scott leaned back and pried off the top of the box. He extended his arm towards Mae and she surveyed her options before plucking one of the truffles from its paper container. Scott watched the treat approach her lips - which looked astounding in red lipstick. Her lips parted and she took a bite of the chocolate while closing her eyes. She moaned, chewed it slowly, and swallowed, doing all of it in the most erotic manner imaginable.

"Exquisite," she said. "Utterly exquisite."

Scott felt a surprising kind of delight. He'd spent a great deal of money on the chocolates, the champagne, and the dress Mae was wearing but it felt like every penny was worth it. Andrew had gotten to fuck her, but that's exactly how Scott would have wanted the evening to go even if he was married to her.

"Take my shoes off," she instructed.

Scott set the chocolates down and dutifully removed his ex-wife's shoes. He carefully set them aside - neatly next to each other - and returned his gaze to the beauty sitting on his couch.

"Have you tried the chocolate?" she asked.

"No."

Mae took the last bite of the truffle she'd selected, chewed slowly, and swallowed. Then she smiled, leaned closer, and said, "Kiss me."

Scott couldn't believe his good luck. He crawled closer, stood up on his knees, and kissed his ex-wife. He was doubly surprised when she offered her tongue and his mouth quickly filled with the taste of chocolate. The best chocolate he'd ever tasted, in fact. The moan Mae offered made it that much sweeter and he felt a sudden and deep sense of appreciation as their tongues mingled. He was tempted to touch her, too, but he kept his hands at his sides for fear of upsetting Mae. She wasn't his wife anymore, after all, and it felt clear to him that the wisest choice was to obey her throughout the evening.

"Thank you," he said when she leaned back and reached up to wipe the corners of her mouth.

"For what?"

"For the kiss. That was...that was amazing. You're a good kisser."

Her lips curled into a slight smile. "So are you. You always were, actually."

Scott was a little thrown by the compliment and the momentary look of wistfulness on his ex-wife's face.

"Though Andrew's just as good as you are, if not more so," she continued. "And he fucks me far better than you do. I actually saw stars tonight when I came for the first time. He was fucking me so hard, Scott. Pounding me into his bed. It was like the orgasm exploded out of me. It was fucking incredible. I screamed so loudly I saw him wincing from the noise. He kept on fucking me, though. He fucked me right through my orgasm and only then did he pull out."

Scott's dick throbbed as he imagined his ex-wife getting fucked into another man's bed. Fucked hard. Fucked deep. Fucked powerfully. Fucked well enough to have a screaming orgasm.

"Do you know what else made tonight different?"

Scott shook his head.

"We had unprotected sex for the first time."

Scott glanced towards her pussy and asked, "He...he came inside you?"

She laughed. "I remember how much you loved the idea of another man cumming inside of me. How that was your biggest fantasy. I remember how excited you looked when you shared it with me. I remember how turned off I was. I remember deciding that I couldn't be married to a man that was desperate for someone else to cum inside me. I remember thinking it was the most fucked up fantasy I'd ever heard."

Scott would have thought she was trying to make him feel terrible - and not in a sexy way - but as she spoke, Mae spread her legs and slowly pulled up the red dress, doing so until she'd revealed her panties. They too were red, completing the theme of her outfit.

"If I remember correctly, you said you fantasized about the idea of licking another man's cum from my pussy," Mae said. "Is that right, Scott? Was that your pathetic fantasy? You wanted to bury your tongue in my cunt and lick up another man's load?"

He nodded. It felt hugely embarrassing to do so - Scott was aware of how pathetic it was - but Mae was right about his fantasy and he felt as though he was moments away from living it out, so Scott nodded.

"And what would you be willing to do for the chance to clean Andrew's load out of my pussy?"

"Anything. I'd do anything."

Mae stared at him and then extended her hand. "Another chocolate, please."

Scott plucked one from the box and placed it in her hand. Mae lifted it to her mouth, paused for a moment as she smiled at him, and took a bite. Again she closed her eyes. Again she savored the taste. Scott watched in utter fascination and dreamed of being able to kiss her again.

"You know, Andrew's cum doesn't taste all that bad," she said. "It tastes better than yours, certainly."

Scott loved that she'd swallowed Andrew's cum. It turned him on to think of his ex-wife giving her boyfriend a blowjob.

"Are you thinking about it? About me swallowing for him?"

Scott nodded. "I couldn't help it. I thought about you blowing him and swallowing for him."

She took another bite of her chocolate, chewed slowly, and swallowed. "There's something about giving head to a man like Andrew. Something arousing. Something that makes me wet. I'm not crazy about swallowing cum - I don't fantasize about it like you - but there's something nice about doing it for him, about giving him that gift, about showing him that he's the kind of man that deserves to get his dick sucked by a beautiful woman."

"And I'm not that kind of man?"

She laughed. "Certainly not. But you knew that, didn't you? You just wanted to hear me say it. You wanted your ex-wife to tell you that you're not worthy of getting your dick sucked, that you're certainly not worthy of your cum being swallowed. Hell, you might not be worthy of licking another man's cum out of my cunt, you fucking cuck."

Scott's body hummed with desire.

"Would you clean my house?" she asked.

"What?"

"For the chance to clean my pussy. Would you agree to clean my house from top to bottom if I let you put your tongue in my cunt so you could lick up a superior man's load?"

"Yes, I would," Scott answered without hesitation. "I'd clean your house. From top to bottom."

"And what if I wanted you to clean it once a week for a month? Would that be worth it? Would all that work be worth the chance to lick another man's cum out of your ex-wife's cunt?"

Scott nodded, again without hesitation. "Yes, absolutely. It absolutely would."

"Take my panties off," Mae instructed.

Scott ran his fingers up her soft, milky white thighs and slowly removed her panties. He set them aside and Mae held out her hand. Without being told he placed another chocolate in it. Mae took a bite and chewed. She swallowed. Then, to his surprise, she reached down and rubbed the remaining half of the chocolate truffle over her pussy lips and between the folds of wet, plump flesh. The sweet treat was soon covered in slick, creamy juices.

"Eat it," Mae said as she extended her hand.

Scott leaned forward, parted his lips, and took the cum-covered chocolate into his mouth. The salty taste of cum exploded on his tongue and spread through his mouth. He savored it for a few seconds - to linger in the intense thrill of having consumed another man's cum from his wife's pussy - before chewing slowly and swallowing while Mae watched and sipped her champagne.

"My glass is nearly empty," Mae said. "Why don't you go fill it up for me while you enjoy the taste of a real man's cum in your mouth."

Scott took the glass and rushed to the kitchen. His dick remained hard and his balls were tight against his body, a surefire sign of his intense arousal. He filled her glass with more sweet, bubbly liquid and returned to the living room.

"Thank you. Now back to your knees. And get between my legs."

Scott fell to his knees and crawled between her long legs. He stared at her pussy. He saw a little bit of chocolate against one of her labia. He yearned to lean in and clean it, to taste her, to taste Andrew's cum, to live out his fantasy.

"I want you to commit to cleaning my house once a week for a month," she demanded. "Then you can do what we both know you desperately want to do."

Scott looked up at his ex-wife and her devilish smile. He watched her sip the champagne he'd bought. His heart fluttered in the best way possible. "I'll clean your house once a week for a month. I will. I swear. I will."

"You may clean my cunt, you fucking cuck."

Scott went to work. He kissed his way up her thighs and elicited a moan from Mae before she sipped her drink. He kissed her labia. He kissed her pussy. He plunged his tongue inside her and licked up her boyfriend's load. He pushed deeper into her pussy and Mae put a hand on his head and held it there. She closed her eyes and smiled.

"That feels good," she said. "You rooting around in my cunt and rubbing your nose against my clit. Fuck, you're enjoying this even more than I thought. You're even more of a fucking cuck than I imagined."

Scott was certain she was enjoying it too. She was moaning a little. She had a smile on her face. She had a hand on his head. He held no illusions about their relationship becoming anything real ever again, but he loved the idea that he might get to clean his ex-wife's pussy - or serve as her toy from time to time - and he saw no reason to give up on living out that particular fantasy.

"Show me your tongue," she demanded.

Scott lifted his head, opened his mouth, and stuck out his tongue. Mae smiled, presumably at the sight of her boyfriend's cum.

"Swallow his load," she said.

Scott swallowed. It felt so kinky. So naughty. So fucking wild. Never in his life had he imagined his fantasy would actually become reality. It was crazy. Completely and utterly insane. It was so hot, though.

"Back to work," Mae demanded.

He returned to work. He cleaned her pussy. He cleaned it of every drop of cum he could find. Then Mae directed his lips to her clit and he worked that until she had an orgasm, filling his living room with loud, lusty moans in the process.

When she was finished, Mae took a long drink from her champagne glass, leaned forward, and handed it to Scott. "Cum in there, you fucking cuck," she said. "Stroke your dick and blow your load in that champagne and then drink it all in one gulp."

Scott took the glass, took hold of his cock, and began to masturbate furiously.

Mae watched while leaning forward. She ran her fingers through his hair. She ran them over his lips. She smiled and pushed two fingers into his mouth. She moved them in and out while he moaned. She seemed utterly fascinated with it, a notion that turned him on even more. He liked that he could fascinate her, even if he hadn't been able to keep her as his wife.

"Cum, you fucking cuck," she said. "Cum in that glass and drink it. Drink your load for me. Show me what you are. Show me what kind of man you are. Do as you're told and I might just invite Andrew over to fuck me on one of the days that you're cleaning my house. You can listen to him pound your ex-wife's pussy while you're on your hands and knees in the bathroom, dutifully scrubbing the grout between the tiles. You can hear me scream his name. You can hear me beg him to cum inside me. Hell, I might even let you clean his load out of me if you've done a good job cleaning my house like a good little cuck bitch."

Scott groaned around her fingers. He groaned and came in the champagne glass. His cum landed and swirled in the bubbly liquid and pleasure coursed through his body. Her fingers and the taste of another man's load filled his mouth. Joy filled his body. Satisfaction spread from his loins.

"Drink up," she said the moment he was done cumming.

Scott lifted the glass to his lips, tilted it back, and drank it all in one go. It tasted awful, of course, but it went down quick and it put a smile on Mae's face.

"Very good. I think I'd like another glass. You can pour yourself one, too, though you'll need to use the cummy glass. You can put on your underwear and sit with me. If you're lucky I'll let you give me a foot rub while we watch TV."

Scott was ecstatic as he leapt to his feet and headed for the kitchen.

"Oh, and I think I'll spend the night," Mae said. "It's late and I don't feel like driving home. I might even let you sleep in your bed with me."

Scott couldn't stop smiling as he stepped into the kitchen. He wasn't sure what Mae was doing or if her desire to spend the night meant anything in the big picture, but he couldn't help but hope that it did.

Only time would tell, so in the meantime he resolved to do whatever she desired, if for no other reason than it felt good to do so.