Dirty Phone Calls with His Ex-Wife - Part 10

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 Sucking cock for Mae's pleasure turned out to be life-changing for Scott.

She'd come into the kitchen that night - when it was just the two of them - and let him know she was open to changing her mind about being married to a cuckold. Scott wanted to be that cuckold. He wanted it desperately. He wanted it more than he'd ever wanted anything, so he set about proving that Mae wouldn't regret bringing him back into her life on a more permanent basis, that he'd work to make her happy if she proposed to him and agreed to marry him once more.

Scott asked permission to come by her house more often to serve her in various ways. Mae granted his request and he scheduled visits three times a week to start. He'd come by to clean, to tend to her yard, to cook for her when she wasn't in the mood, and to offer massages and pussy worship if she deemed him worthy of giving her an orgasm.

Mae wasn't always there when Scott came by, though. Sometimes she was on a date with Andrew and Scott would go about his duties while thinking of his ex-wife and another man indulging in their desire for each other.

When Mae arrived home on those nights she would ask Scott what he'd done and then inspect his work. She would see if he'd dusted to her specifications, if her laundry was folded properly, if her bathroom was as clean as she wanted it to be. If it was, she would reward him with the opportunity to clean her pussy of the cum her boyfriend had left inside her. When Scott was finished Mae would have him hand wash the lingerie she'd worn that night while she enjoyed a drink. If he was very, very lucky she'd permit him to orgasm, usually by masturbating in front of her while she verbally humiliated him. Most men would have abhorred such treatment, but to Scott that humiliation was intoxicatingly pleasurable.

Scott enjoyed every opportunity to serve his ex-wife, but it was the little, intimate moments of affection that she peppered in that filled him with hope that she was seriously considering taking him back into her life as her husband.

She kissed him almost every time they saw each other, and it was more than just a simple peck on the cheek. They were lingering kisses on the lips and they often involved tongue. She would hug him from time to time, too, especially when she seemed to need a touch of emotional comfort, like after an exceptionally difficult day at work.

Their relationship was vastly different than it had been before their divorce, but remnants of the love they felt for each other seemed to be reemerging and Scott couldn't help but feel giddy at that particular turn of events.

After a few months of visiting Mae's house to serve her three times a week, Scott received his first invite to spend the night. Andrew would be spending the night as well and Scott was expected to serve them both, but he took it as a very good sign that Mae was perhaps testing out what life might look like if she lived with her cuckold husband.

Scott arrived early Saturday afternoon. He immediately set about cleaning the house and doing Mae's laundry while she relaxed. He offered her a foot massage when she demanded it and returned to cleaning the bedroom where she and Andrew would sleep that night.

Scott finished his chores just in time to shower with Mae, a treat he'd only been offered a few times. He was permitted to wash her hair and her body and to shave her pussy in the manner that Andrew liked best.

When Scott had finished shaving her pussy Mae reached down to caress his face. He looked up to see a warm, almost sweet smile on her face. "Getting to serve me makes you happy, doesn't it?"

"Blissfully happy," he answered.

"You're quite capable, you know," she said. "More so than I gave you credit for when we were married. You've worked so diligently since I let you start serving me. You're never lazy. You almost always surpass my expectations with your work. And, best of all, you seem to find genuine pleasure in it."

"I do."

Mae offered her hand and Scott took it, stood up, and set the razor on the shelf in the shower caddy. She smiled and kissed him. It was the longest, deepest kiss they'd shared since before their divorce. It was a romantic kiss. A kiss meant to bond two people.

"I like this version of you, Scott. I like having you serve me. Much more than I ever thought I would. To be honest, I feel like I'm becoming the truest version of myself now that I've opened up to the idea of you being my cuckold and that I'm starting to take full advantage of the pleasures of having an eager, subservient cuckold around."

Scott's cock hadn't been touched but he'd achieved a fully erect state thanks to the kiss and his wife's well-delivered words.

"I'd like you to start spending your weekends in my home," she said. "You'll arrive on Friday after you get off work and leave on Monday morning. When Andrew's not here you'll be permitted to spend the night in my bed."

Scott was elated. "Thank you, Mae. Thank you so much. That means so much to me."

She smiled. "You'll still be expected to serve, but we'll also spend more time together doing...well, the sorts of things couples do. Go to the movies. Go for a hike. Go out to eat. That sort of stuff."

Somehow he felt even happier.

"I want to know what it would be like to have you back...as my husband. I want to know if I truly want to be married to a cuckold, to have you in my life every day, to do things with you, so you'll spend your weekends here and I'll discover if what I crave is a man to serve me a few days a week or a cuckold husband to serve me whenever I desire it."

Mae kissed him again and then put a hand on the top of Scott's head and pushed down. He dropped to his knees and she wordlessly pulled his mouth to her pussy.

"Worship," she said.

Scott did as instructed and a sense of genuine joy enveloped him. His months of service had convinced Mae that it was worth taking the next step in the rebuilding of their relationship. He resolved to do everything he could to prove that having him around as a cuckold and a husband - one who was willing to serve - would be the right choice for her.

Mae pushed his mouth from her pussy, turned around, spread her ass cheeks, and said, "Worship."

Scott worshiped her asshole without hesitation. He licked and sucked and even penetrated her a tiny bit, all while Mae moaned and played with her pussy. She didn't cum, though he suspected that was because she was merely trying to get all worked up for her date with Andrew.

After the ass worship Scott finished washing Mae's body and they stepped out so he could dry her, rub lotion into her legs, and then retrieve her lingerie and dress from the closet while she got started on her hair and makeup.

Scott set off to clean the kitchen as Mae finished preparing for her date and then dressed her when she called him back to the bedroom. Helping her into the lingerie proved deeply arousing, resulting in yet another erection. The dress she'd selected was exquisite and hugged her body in all the right places. Andrew hadn't seen it yet - Mae bought it just for him - and she was thrilled at how good she looked upon stepping in front of the mirror.

"You're driving tonight," Mae said as she grabbed her purse. "I convinced Andrew that it would be fun for us to fool around in the backseat while my cuckold drove his car. He likes the idea of having a chauffeur that will take us to the restaurant and wait like a good little bitch while we enjoy an exquisite meal. If you're lucky we'll bring you a doggy bag. If not you'll have to make something for yourself when we get home, though only after you've served us to my satisfaction, of course."

Over Scott's months of service Mae had developed a habit of shifting into the role of the dominant and often cruel cuckoldress when the time came for that. To his delight, it always seemed to turn her on. He could see it on her face and every once in a while her chest and cheeks would get red from the desire coursing through her. Scott had come to believe that the arousal she felt at playing the part of his cuckoldress was a big part of why Mae had reconsidered the notion of marrying him. He was grateful for that as he found endless pleasure in the way she humiliated him with such vigor.

"Thank you for convincing Andrew to let me drive," he said before following Mae to the living room to await her boyfriend’s arrival.

Like a gentleman, Andrew came to the door when he arrived and Scott waited as Mae greeted him in her dress, stockings, and heels. They shared a deep and passionate kiss - far lustier than the one Scott and Mae had enjoyed in the shower - and he could see how one kiss with Andrew had ignited his ex-wife's desire for the man that had fucked her so many times over the past handful of months.

"Here's the keys, cuck," Andrew said as he tossed the keys towards Scott.

He plucked them out of the air and followed his wife and her boyfriend to the luxury car Andrew drove. Scott slid into the driver's seat and ran his hands over the warm leather of the steering wheel.

"Where are we headed?" he asked.

Andrew gave the name of a restaurant and Scott backed out of the driveway to get them on their way. During the drive he was treated to a show of sensual foreplay in the backseat. For the most part Scott listened as his ex-wife and her boyfriend kissed and caressed each other in various ways. Mae commented numerous times about how stiff Andrew's cock was and she made sure to mention how desperate she was to have him inside her tight pussy. She also mentioned that she was looking forward to watching Andrew fuck Scott's face, something that occurred with great frequency and always left Scott both humiliated and aroused.

Scott dropped them at the front of the restaurant and found a parking space. He remained in that space for nearly three hours. The only communication from Mae was a text saying she and Andrew were waiting to be picked up.

Scott pulled the car around front and saw his ex-wife and her boyfriend kissing by the curb. Andrew had his hands on Mae's ass and her body was pressed tightly against his as they made out like two horny teenagers.

"Take us home, cuck. I need to get fucked," Mae said as soon as she got into the car. She resumed kissing Andrew immediately after and Scott resisted the temptation to watch and started the drive home.

Halfway there he heard the distinct sounds of a blowjob. He glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Andrew looking at him with a smile on his face.

"Yes, your ex-wife is sucking my cock, cuck," he said. "Don't worry, though. I'll still fuck your face when we get back. Mae really seems to enjoy watching me use your mouth for my pleasure. She likes all the gagging and the eye watering. She likes to see you suffer for her."

Mae moaned with her boyfriend's cock in her mouth and Scott reached down to shift his erection and relieve some of the pressure that had built up in his underwear.

"Fuck, I swear she's given better blowjobs since you started serving her, cuck," Andrew noted. "Maybe she can't help but want to show me a little extra pleasure when her pathetic cuck of an ex-husband is around."

Mae wasn't the only one that got off on humiliating Scott. Andrew did too and he'd gotten more into it as the months had gone by. Scott had no objection to being treated that way. He got off on it too. He was a classic cuckold and the more he experienced the pleasure of it the more he wanted it.

"We're going right to the bedroom," Mae said as Scott pulled into the driveway. "Make sure you're right behind us, cuckold. I want to see Andrew mount your fucking face and use it like a fuck hole for his pleasure."

Her voice was laced with arousal and Scott happily followed them to the bedroom and stripped without hesitation. He dropped to his knees and watched his ex-wife remove her boyfriend's clothes with a smile on her face. He watched them kiss. He watched Mae grab hold of Andrew's big cock and stroke it a little.

"Fuck his face," she said softly. "Fuck that whore mouth of his. Make him choke on your beautiful dick. Make him suffer for me like a pathetic fucking cuckold should."

Andrew turned to Scott with a smile on his face. "You heard the woman. Open your mouth."

Scott parted his lips and tilted his head back a little. Andrew's cock pushed onto his tongue and a moment later Scott felt two strong hands grip his head. The cock moved in and out of his mouth. It hit the back of his throat. He gagged. He drooled. His eyes watered. His throat hurt more as Andrew picked up the pace and truly began to fuck his mouth like it was little more than a pussy. Scott felt used and abused and that's exactly what he was.

Mae took off her dress, crawled into bed, and masturbated as she watched. She offered up plenty of dirty talk, too, humiliating Scott while his face was pounded by a superior man.

"This is your place, cuckold," she said. "This is what you're good for. Using that fuck hole of a mouth to arouse a real man. Surrendering to my desires, to Andrew's desires. Surrendering because you're nothing more than a little bitch that deserves to be humiliated, to be used, to be abused. Surrendering because you're a fucking cuck that couldn't hope to please me in any other way."

Andrew pulled out and slapped Scott's face with his spit-soaked dick as Mae removed her panties and spread her legs.

"Fuck me, baby."

Andrew turned and crawled into the bed. Mae guided his dick into her pussy and he filled her with one long, slow thrust. She smiled, moaned, and pulled him close to kiss her. Their tongues entwined as he began to fuck her. Her lingerie-clad body seemed to meld with his muscular frame, as if they'd always been destined to be sexual partners, as if they fit perfectly together.

Mae turned to Scott at one point and beckoned him closer as Andrew continued to pound her. Scott crawled towards the bed and she smiled and reached out. Scott thought she might caress his face or say something sweet, but instead she shoved three fingers into his mouth and began to gently fuck his face while turning her attention back to Andrew.

"I didn't know what it meant to be fucked until I met you, Andrew. What Scott gave me was all I really knew. I had no idea how pathetic he was as a lover until I had you inside me. Then I learned that I'd been married to a bitch all along, that I married a man that couldn't hope to satisfy any woman, a man that lacked what it takes to give a woman the kind of pleasure she deserves."

"Yeah? I fuck you better than that little bitch ever did?"

"It's like you're two different species. It's like he's not even a man. Not when compared to you."

"He's not a man. He's a fucking cuck."

Mae smiled and shoved her fingers so deep into Scott's mouth that he gagged. He refused to pull away, though. He remained still. He took the face fucking. He took it like she wanted him too.

"Yes, he is. A pathetic fucking cuck. A little bitch boy. A servant. He doesn't deserve my pussy. You do."

"He doesn't deserve this pleasure," Andrew said. "No fucking way. Your pussy is perfect. A cuck doesn't deserve to fuck it."

They both seemed to be getting close to cumming and Scott felt privileged to witness the sex between them. He loved that they were humiliating him without even looking his way, that they were both getting off on putting him in his place while focusing their efforts on each other.

"All he deserves is to clean a real man's load out of my cunt," she said.

"Yeah? You want me to cum inside you so this bitch can clean it out of you? You want me to flood your cunt with a real man's cum?"

Mae nodded and added a fourth finger to Scott's mouth. His lips stretched wide enough that it was a little uncomfortable, but he reveled in the discomfort.

"Actually, wait," she said. Andrew stopped thrusting and Mae looked at Scott. "You don't deserve to watch me cum. Go to the guest bedroom. Wait there. Don't touch your fucking cock."

Scott stood and headed for the door. The sex resumed before he got there and he looked over his shoulder to see Mae and Andrew locked in a deep kiss as he fucked her hard and fast.

The sounds of passionate fucking floated down the hallway as Scott headed for the guest bedroom. He left the door opened, climbed into the bed, and rolled onto his back. He closed his eyes and pictured Andrew's cock moving in and out of his ex-wife's pussy. He could still feel Mae's fingers in his mouth. He could still hear all the beautifully humiliating things they said as they fucked with Scott on his knees next to the bed.

It wasn't long before they came together. Scott listened as Mae urged Andrew to cum inside her so she could go and feed her cuck a real man's load. He listened to the grunts and groans and intense moans of pleasure that came from the master bedroom. He listened to the silence afterwards and imagined them sharing the kind of post-coital kisses that lovers tended to share.

Then the sound of gentle footsteps reached Scott's ears. He looked towards the door and Mae appeared in her stockings, garter belt, and bra. She smiled and asked, "Are you hungry, cuck?"

Scott nodded. "Desperately."

"You're such a little bitch. Such a pathetic fucking cuck," she said before her lips curled into a slight smile. "Your dick is so hard. You listened to someone else fuck me - and fuck me better than you ever did - and your dick stayed hard."

Mae stepped into the room and crawled into the bed. She straddled Scott's chest and he stared at her pussy.

"A good cuck begs."

"Please, Mae, feed me Andrew's cum. Feed me a real man's cum. Put let me lick his cum out of you. Let me lick it from your pussy. Let me drink it out of you. Please, please, please let me drink his load out of you."

"This is what you've always craved, isn't it? Even before you confessed your fantasy, this is what you wanted, isn't it? For your wife to get fucked by a superior man and feed you that man's load."

Scott nodded and watched his ex-wife smile down at him.

"I hope reality is just as good as the fantasy, cuck."

Mae dragged her hips forward and sat on his face. His tongue probed her pussy and she relaxed the muscles that had been holding the cum inside her. It flooded into Scott's mouth and nearly gagged him. The taste was stronger than before, like Andrew had saved up his load to make it bigger and thicker. Scott swallowed it, though. He swallowed it like a good cuck and pushed his tongue in for more.

He moaned, too. He moaned as he cleaned his ex-wife's cum filled pussy. He moaned at how good it felt to have her sit on his face mere moments after another man had cum inside her.

"That's it, baby. Clean his load out of me."

Her voice was thready, like she was overcome with arousal. She hadn't called him cuck, either. She'd used a more affectionate term. Scott felt an unexpected sense of happiness wash over him.

Then Mae leaned back and grabbed his dick. She stroked him while he fed from her pussy. She gathered his precum to lube his shaft and she gave a swift, skilled handjob that had him trembling with pleasure in no time.

"Cum for me, baby," she said. "Cum while you eat a real man's cum out of my pussy. Cum like a good little cuckold."

Scott came with his tongue deep inside her. He came with another man's load dancing on his taste buds. He came hard and fast and he felt his load spurting onto his stomach and thighs.

When he'd finished, Mae climbed off his face and laid next to him. She held up her fingers and he saw the cum on them. Scott smiled and opened his mouth and without a word Mae fed it to him. He licked and sucked his cum off her fingers and she smiled and wiped herself clean on his chest.

"Thank you," he said. "For tonight. For all the times you've let me come over to serve you. For all the time you've let me spend with you. For letting me stay with you on weekends in the future. For being...for being amazing in every way."

Mae smiled and to Scott's great surprise offered a kiss. She didn't seem to care that he'd just swallowed cum. She kissed him softly and slowly. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and moaned right along with him.

"You're welcome," she said. "Thank you for being a good cuck, and thank you for showing me a side of myself I never knew existed."

There was another kiss and Scott felt uncommonly happy as it unfolded.

"Now I need you to clean up your mess and come to the bedroom. I want you to suck Andrew's cock until he's ready to fuck me again. Do you understand, cuck?"

In an instant she'd switched back to the cuckoldress and Scott felt like he was more in love with his ex-wife than he'd ever been when they were married.

"I'll be right in...to suck a real man's cock so he can satisfy your pussy."

She smiled, got up, and walked out of the room. Scott followed to head for the bathroom to clean up and then he rushed to the bedroom, got between Andrew's legs, and got busy sucking cock.