Dirty Phone Calls with His Ex-Wife - Part 3

Scott smiled at the sight of his ex-wife's name on his phone screen. He felt a tingling in his loins, too, as the last two calls from her had resulted in thrilling cuckold-fueled orgasms, both of which had surpassed any sort of pleasure he'd felt since their divorce.

"Hey," he said.

For a few seconds Scott heard nothing. Then he was greeted by the distinct sound of kissing and a man's moan.

"You're so hard for me," Mae said softly.

More kissing followed. It sounded to Scott like the kind of kissing that included a wealth of tongue. It sounded wet and soft and sensual and he was filled with a sudden burst of jealousy, though that jealousy fueled an erection between his legs.

Scott headed for the bedroom as his heart pounded and the sounds of foreplay - foreplay between his ex-wife and her boyfriend - filled his head. He put his phone on speaker, tossed it into the bed, and stripped as quickly as possible.

The distinct sound of a zipper being lowered floated through the air and Scott imagined his ex-wife gleefully working to free her boyfriend's cock from the confines of his pants.

Mae moaned and Scott was certain he heard her stroking her boyfriend's cock. "You know, I always forget how big your cock is until I have it in my hand again."

Andrew - her boyfriend - chuckled. "I guess that's what happens when you spend so many years married to a man with a small dick."

Scott's cock surged in his hand as he was struck by dual sensations of arousal and embarrassment at the idea that his wife had quite clearly told her boyfriend about his inadequacy below the belt.

Mae moaned again. "I didn't know how much of a difference a big cock could make."

Again Scott's cock surged, though this time the embarrassment had largely faded. He was, after all, being treated to the kind of pleasure he'd long fantasized about, the kind of pleasure he'd wanted to experience while married. Those desires had - at least in part - led to the dissolution of his marriage, but his confession was paying dividends in the aftermath of their divorce.

"Yeah?" Andrew asked. "Does size really make that much of a difference?"

The sound of a passionate kiss followed. A lingering, deeply passionate kiss based on the way Mae moaned. Scott imagined his wife's tongue mingling with her boyfriend's. He could hear the cock stroking, too, and Andrew added a moan of his own as she worked his cock with what Scott knew was incredible skill.

"It makes more of a difference than I would have thought," Mae finally answered. "Though I suppose the man attached to the big cock makes a difference, too. After all, you're far more assertive than my ex. You're stronger. You're more confident. You fuck with a kind of skill that he never possessed, that I'm not sure he could've learned."

Neither of them said anything as Scott sat in bed and masturbated slowly, though he was fairly certain he heard Andrew's pants being removed.

Then there was the sound of a kiss. Andrew moaned, though, and he wasn't moaning into Mae's mouth. It was too clear and distinct. It wasn't his lips she was kissing. It had to be his cock.

"I enjoy getting on my knees for you," Mae said.

Scott watched the head of his cock swell with desire as his wife professed her passion for sucking another man's cock. A sizable, crystal clear drop of precum formed at the tip and Scott gathered it with his finger, held it up, and slipped it between his lips. He closed his eyes and imagined Mae feeding him a drop of Andrew's precum. He imagined sucking her finger clean and tasting the sweetness of another man's lubricating fluid.

"I used to suck my ex's cock from time to time, but I wouldn't say I ever enjoyed getting on my knees for him. Not like I do for you, Andrew. It makes my pussy tingle when I drop down and look up at you. It makes my pussy soaking wet when I take you in my mouth and hear you moan for me. Making you feel good turns me on like it never did with my ex, or with any man before him, for that matter," Mae explained.

A moment later the sounds of a blowjob - complete with Andrew's moans - emanated from Scott's phone. In previous calls Mae had detailed her exploits with her new boyfriend, but this was something else entirely. This was as close to being cuckolded as Scott was ever going to get and it was exquisite.

"Fuck...Mae...that's incredible," Andrew said between moans.

Mae moaned, but she kept on sucking. The sounds of the blowjob got a little wetter, too, like she was slowly coating her boyfriend's cock with saliva. It sounded like she was stroking him, too, and it was exquisitely pleasurable to listen to. So much so that Scott had to slow his own strokes for fear of cumming long before his ex-wife finished pursuing pleasure with her boyfriend.

"Do I make you feel good?" Mae asked between kisses along what must have been the shaft and head of Andrew's cock.

"You make me feel better than any woman ever has, Mae," Andrew replied.

Scott felt an intense sense of jealousy. He shouldn't have. Mae wasn't his wife anymore. She hadn't been his wife for quite some time. Still, the jealousy was there and it was undeniable.

The jealousy was quickly washed away by a wave of arousal as the sounds of a blowjob once again filled his bedroom. Mae sucked her boyfriend's cock slowly, moaning as she did it and unquestionably using her hand to pleasure his slippery shaft. All Scott had to do was close his eyes and he could imagine his ex-wife on her knees between another man's legs. He saw Mae's head bobbing up and down in Andrew's lap. He saw her lips and hand working the long, thick shaft.

"My pussy is so wet for you, Andrew," she said softly before the sound of soft kisses graced Scott's ears. "I can't believe how much it turns me on to suck your dick."

"I'm a very lucky man," Andrew replied.

There was a brief pause before Mae asked, "Would you mind waiting here while I changed into something sexy for you?"

"Not at all," he said. "Again, I'm a very, very lucky man."

Scott heard the sound of footsteps - Mae was clearly wearing high heels - and then a door opened. It shut a moment later and then he heard his ex-wife's voice.

"Are you still there?" she asked in a voice just above a whisper.

"Yes," Scott answered. "That was incredibly hot, Mae. Thank you for letting me listen."

"You're welcome," she replied. "To be honest, I really liked knowing you were listening as I sucked Andrew's perfect cock. I meant it when I told him that going down on him turns me on, but knowing you were listening and probably stroking your little dick made my pussy even wetter."

"It's incredibly generous of you to let me listen, Mae. I can't tell you how much I appreciate it."

She laughed softly and then Scott heard the distinct sound of his ex-wife playing with her pussy. The wetness was so considerable it couldn't have been anything other than the sound of her fingers moving between the folds of her labia.

"You really are kind of pathetic, Scott."

She moaned. She moaned like she found it arousing to talk to him like that. Scott felt a surge of pleasure.

"I know," he replied. "It...it feels good when you talk to me like that, Mae. When you call me pathetic."

She didn't say a word, but Scott could hear his ex-wife fingering her pussy.

"Would you like to help me pick out lingerie for Andrew?" she asked.

"More than anything."

"Let me FaceTime you," Mae replied.

Scott accepted the FaceTime call and smiled at the sight of his ex-wife's beautiful face. He was pleased to see her smiling too.

"You look so beautiful," Scott said.

"You don't look half bad yourself."

It delighted him to hear her say it, especially since she said it with a smile.

"Let's have a look at my lingerie."

Mae flipped the camera view and walked into the closet. Scott had been in that closet hundreds of times when they were married, but now it was filled entirely with her clothes and she'd seemingly increased her lingerie collection as he recognized very little of what she showed him.

"How about this little number?" Mae asked as she reached up and ran her fingers over a pink babydoll with fuzzy white trim.

"That would look amazing on you," Scott replied. "Is that...is that new?"

"It is. A lot of this is new, actually. It turns out that I really love wearing lingerie. It makes me feel so sexy." She paused for a few moments before adding, "Well, wearing it for men like Andrew makes me feel sexy, at least."

Scott's loins tingled at her comment. He stroked himself a few times and gathered the precum that had poured from the tip. He lubed his shaft with it and the distinct sound of his stroking must have been obvious as she asked, "Are you stroking your cock, Scott?"

"Yes," he admitted.

"Because I like wearing lingerie for men like Andrew? Because I didn't like wearing lingerie for you? Because you're not the sort of man that warrants a woman putting in a great deal of effort to look good?"

"Yes," he said.

She smiled. "Pathetic."

Mae moved her phone and Scott saw a black teddy on a hanger. It had a pair of fishnet stockings hanging with it and they had what looked to be faux leather tops. At the very least the material was shiny and black.

"That one," he said. "The teddy. With the fishnets. That's incredible. Mae, that's...that would look amazing on you."

She reached up and ran her fingers over the lace. "I haven't worn this one yet. Not outside of a fitting room, at least. Would you like to see me in it?"

"Oh my god, yes, I would love that."

Mae flipped the view and Scott stared at her beautiful face. "That's not something a cuckold deserves though, is it? That's not a pleasure someone as pathetic as you should be granted, is it?"

Scott shook his head as his dick throbbed.

"No, it's not," Mae said with a smile. "So you'll just have to imagine me in that lingerie, Scott. You'll have to imagine Andrew fucking me in it. You'll have to imagine his big cock sliding in and out of my pussy. You'll have to imagine his strong hands moving over the delicate lace of the teddy and those stockings that look so fucking good on me."

The FaceTime call ended and they returned to audio only. Scott listened as Mae presumably stripped and changed into her lingerie.

"Mmm, I look good," she said after a few minutes. "Andrew's going to love this. He's going to fuck me so hard, Scott. He's going to fuck me like a man is supposed to fuck a woman. Like you could never manage to fuck me."

Scott slowly stroked his cock, which throbbed with intense pleasure. Every word she uttered proved arousing and he couldn't help but enjoy the hint of cruelty in her voice.

"Do you want to listen as my boyfriend fucks me?"

"More than anything," Scott replied.

"I thought you'd say that. I'm willing to let you listen like the pathetic cuckold you clearly are, but I want something in return."

"What...what do you want?" he asked as a mild sense of nervousness gripped him.

"I want you to buy me something pretty. I've had my eye on a particular lingerie set. It's a little too expensive to justify buying for myself, though."

Scott was surprised to feel a sense of excitement at the notion of essentially paying for the privilege of being cuckolded, even if his cuckolding happened over the phone.

"I think...I think I'd be willing to do that," he said. "This lingerie set, is it something you'd wear for...for Andrew? Something you'd wear for him to...to fuck you in?"

Mae moaned softly. "That's right. It's elegant and sexy and so very expensive and I'd wear it for him. I'd offer myself to him in the lingerie you bought for me."

Scott closed his eyes and stroked his cock as he asked, "And would I get to see you in it?"

"No," she answered immediately. "I know I sent you pictures of the last lingerie sets I tried on, but this particular set is too nice. You're not worthy of seeing me in something that elegant, expensive, and sexy. Only a man that's capable of satisfying me is worthy of seeing me in that lingerie. You'll have to be satisfied with paying for it."

Scott was stunned at how stiff his cock felt. The arousal coursing through him was intense, so much so that every stroke felt like a dose of the purest pleasure.

"Yes, I'll buy you the lingerie, Mae. I will. I promise I will," he said.

"Then you get to listen to Andrew fuck me."

A moment later Scott heard the bedroom door open. The sound of heels against the floor let him know that Mae was approaching her boyfriend.

"Damn," Andrew said. "Mae...holy shit."

"You like it?" she asked.

"More than I can possibly explain."

Once again Scott heard heels on the hardwood floor. Mae was approaching her boyfriend. "Oh, you don't need to explain. The way your cock is throbbing says everything. That makes me happy, Andrew. I like putting on lingerie for you. I like the way you look at me when I'm dressed up in something sexy. I like the way it seems to make you fuck me even harder."

The sound of a kiss reached Scott's ears as he closed his eyes.

"Is that what you want right now, Mae? You want me to fuck you hard?"

She moaned softly. "Yes. That's what I want, Andrew. That's what I've been craving all day. All week, really. That's what I've craved almost every day since the first time you had me. I love the way you fuck me."

Scott couldn't identify what he heard next. They were moving. It sounded like they were still on the couch, though. Perhaps Andrew's clothes were coming off. It was impossible to tell.

"You're so wet," Andrew said.

A kiss followed. Several kisses. Deeply passionate kisses, at least from the sound of things. Lots of moaning, too, and the distinct sound of Mae's exceedingly wet pussy being fingered with great vigor by her boyfriend.

"I need you inside me," she said. "Andrew, I need you to fuck me. There's a condom in the coffee table drawer."

The drawer was hurriedly pulled open. A condom wrapped was torn. Scott listened as another man's cock was dressed to fuck his ex-wife's needy pussy.

"Oh, fuck," Mae cried out. He was inside her. He must have been. "You feel so good. Andrew, baby, you feel so fucking good inside me."

They kissed and the distinct sounds of sex filled Scott's bedroom as he masturbated. He'd never heard anything so arousing. So beautiful. So utterly perfect. Another man was fucking his ex-wife. Fucking the woman he used to fuck. Fucking the woman he'd hoped would cuckold him.

"You're so deep inside me," Mae said. "Fuck...you feel so good so fucking deep inside me!"

They kissed again. They grunted and groaned and moaned. Their bodies slapped together. Scott could hear the wetness of her pussy as she welcomed Andrew's cock into her body over and over. It was an exquisitely pleasurable symphony for his ears and he had to slow the stroking of his hand to prevent an early ejaculation.

"Harder," Mae said.

"Yeah? You want it harder? You want me to pound you, Mae?"

"Yes, fucking pound me, Andrew. Pound my pussy. Pound my tight little pussy."

By the sound of it, Andrew delivered. He gave Mae exactly what she wanted. The sound of their bodies meeting got louder. He moans and groans got louder too. It was also quite clear that Mae was on the verge of an orgasm. Scott recognized those particular moans, though they'd never been quite so vociferous when he was fucking her.

"Andrew...I'm cumming!" Mae cried out. "Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!"

Scott came with his wife. He came while picturing another man's cock inside her. He came while listening to her loud, lusty moans of pleasure. Moans that were far louder and more vigorous than they'd ever been when they were married. He came listening to his ex-wife have an orgasm that was far better than any he'd ever given her.

Scott’s orgasm was perfect. It felt as though it bounced from head to toe, lighting up his body with untold pleasures. It left his toes tingling and his head a little dizzy. It put a smile on his face and left a spectacular mess of cum on his stomach and bed.

"Keep fucking me," Mae said. "Keep fucking me until you cum."

"I want you from behind."

Scott listened to them shift. He heard his ex-wife moan. She was being taken from behind by another man. By a man with a bigger cock. By a man that fucked her better. By a superior man.

Scott could have hung up, but he didn't dare. He wanted to listen even if he wasn't hugely aroused. He wanted to soak up every bit of his pseudo-cuckolding.

With any luck, they'd fuck long enough for him to have a second orgasm. The first orgasm was well worth whatever he'd have to pay for the lingerie he would soon buy for his ex-wife, but another climax would make spending that money even sweeter.