Dirty Phone Calls with His Ex-Wife

Scott's phone screen lit up like a beacon on the coffee table. He was a touch annoyed as he wondered which of his friends was texting him so close to midnight.

"Hey. Are you awake? I'd love to talk."

Scott was stunned, though not because of the content of the message. Instead, it was the sender that stunned him. It had been months since he'd heard from his ex-wife, and there she was saying that she'd love to talk.

"I'm awake," he typed out, though Scott wasn't sure he actually wanted to talk with Mae. Their marriage had ended somewhat amicably - irreconcilable differences is what they'd listed on the petition - but despite nine months having passed since they signed the papers, it still often felt like Scott was still grieving the end of the longest and most important relationship of his life.

Despite his misgivings, Scott finished the message. "I can talk."

A few seconds later, his phone rang. Scott stared at his ex-wife's name on the screen and wondered if he was about to make a mistake. After all, what could possibly have motivated Mae to want to talk so late on a Saturday night?

Scott answered, though. "Hey," he said.

"Hey there," she replied in a relaxed-sounding voice.

A few moments of silence passed between them before he asked, "How's it going?"

"It's good. Really good, actually," Mae replied. Scott knew his ex-wife well enough to know that she was smiling as she uttered those words and for a moment he felt a little annoyed, like she was calling with the intention of taunting him with the fact that she was thriving in the aftermath of their divorce.

"Well, that's good to hear," he said while doing his best to sound cheerful.

Another few moments of silence passed between them before Mae asked, "How are you doing?"

'Average' was the honest answer. Scott's life was neither great nor terrible in the aftermath of their divorce. He was more than willing to admit that their marriage hadn't been perfect, that it had included a few pain points, and that Mae had seemed fairly unhappy. More difficult, though, was admitting that it was likely Scott's fault that their marriage had fallen apart, mostly because that knowledge made him gun shy when it came to dating.

He wasn't going to go into all of that, though. "I'm good," was all he said.

Though Scott was uncomfortable with the silence that followed, he felt no need to fill it. After all, Mae had been the one that wanted to talk, so if she had something to say then she could come out and say it.

It felt like half a minute passed before she said something, though it was probably just a handful of seconds.

"So, there's a reason I wanted to talk," Mae said.

Scott remained silent, in no small part because he suddenly felt nervous. Mae was responsible for the best and worst times of his life and her intentions were shrouded in mystery in that moment.

"I..." she began before pausing and taking what sounded like a deep breath, "I had a date tonight."

Under normal circumstances it wasn't the sort of thing that warranted sharing with an ex-husband, and Scott likely would have been deeply annoyed with his ex-wife for insisting that they talk simply so she could taunt him.

This didn't feel like a normal circumstance, though. Mae's voice when she delivered those fateful words was decidedly soft and sensual, like she was sharing information that she knew Scott would find arousing.

Of course, she had good reason to hold that expectation as Scott had shared a particular fantasy with Mae a handful of months before their divorce. That fantasy was one of the reasons she cited - privately, as she'd been kind enough not to make it part of their court proceedings - as a reason for her desire to get a divorce.

Her distaste for his desire to be cuckolded - and the fights they'd had about it after Scott had shared - ran through his head as he considered if Mae was, in fact, calling with erotic intent. It seemed possible she was, but it seemed equally possible that she was calling with the intent of hurting him in some manner.

"Oh yeah?" he asked with a hint of playful curiosity in his voice. "Was it...was it good?"

It was quiet, but Scott was certain he heard Mae moan. "It was really good," she said softly. "Really, really good."

Though he was wary of Mae springing some sort of unpleasant trap on him, Scott couldn't help but surrender to the sudden and intense desire that enveloped him as he imagined his ex-wife on a date with another man.

"What...what made it good?" he asked.

This time, there was no mistaking the fact that Mae moaned. She did so loudly, in fact. Scott's cock stirred to life and he reached between his legs to stroke it through his pants as he listened to his ex-wife moan like she was lost in pleasure.

"I got fucked," Mae said before unleashing another moan. "I got fucked hard, Scott."

He was speechless and his dick was hard as a rock. Nine months ago Mae had divorced him in part because of his cuckold fantasy and now she was, in some ways, making that fantasy come true.

"Was it...was it good?" Scott asked. "The sex, I mean."

"Mmm, are you asking if he fucked me good, Scott? Do you want to know if my date satisfied my tight little cunt the way it deserves to be satisfied?" she replied.

"Holy shit, Mae," was all he managed to say as his dick felt harder than it ever had before.

"The sex was better than good, Scott," she said. "The sex was great. It was exactly what I needed. It had been so, so long since a man had satisfied my pussy like he did. It had been years, Scott. Years since I'd been fucked like I was fucked tonight."

Scott hastily loosened his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. He pushed them down to his thighs and freed his cock from his underwear. He moaned the moment his fingers wrapped around the turgid flesh.

"Does that turn you on?" Mae asked softly.

"Yes," Scott admitted. "I'm so fucking hard right now, Mae. I'm so fucking turned on."

The sounds of wetness filled Scott's ear. It must have been Mae's pussy. She must have been masturbating.

"Can you hear that?" she asked.

"Yes," he answered.

The sounds filled his ear once more. Scott stroked his cock, though he had to do so slowly out of a fear of blowing his load far too soon. Scott wasn't sure why Mae was suddenly interested in making his fantasy come true, but he wasn't going to argue with her.

"It was our fourth date," she said. "I knew before I left for the restaurant that I'd be getting fucked tonight. I knew I'd have his cock inside me. I knew I'd have an orgasm with him buried deep in my tight little pussy, Scott."

"How did you know?" he asked.

Mae moaned. "Because he wanted me, Scott. He wanted to fuck me and I wanted it too. I needed it, in fact. I probably would have fucked him after our last date, but instead I gave him a blowjob in his car."

Scott's cock throbbed in his hand and he stopped stroking for fear of cumming as he thought about his wife giving another guy head in a car.

"You gave him a blowjob in his car? Really?" he asked.

Mae laughed. "I know. I felt like a teenager again. I haven't done that in so long. He was driving me home and I just had this urge, Scott. I had this need to have him in my mouth. This need to pleasure him, to pleasure this man that I'm so attracted to, this man that I want to make feel so good."

"And...and did you...did you make him feel good?" Scott asked as his heart pounded.

"Mmm, I did. Of course I did. It hasn't been so long that you've forgotten how good I am with my mouth, has it?" Mae replied.

"No," he said.

She moaned. "I think I was even better for him. I think I wanted so desperately to make him feel good, Scott, that I gave a world class blowjob. He actually had to pull over as he got close to finishing. He said it was so intense that he wasn't sure he could keep us on the road. Based on the sounds he made, it was a very good orgasm."

Scott closed his eyes and imagined his ex-wife's head bobbing up and down in another man's lap. He'd actually fantasized about her giving car head in the past - before they'd gotten divorced - and it had always struck him as utterly enthralling.

"Did you...did you swallow?" he asked.

"Of course I did," Mae replied. "After all, a good girlfriend swallows her man's cum."

Scott very nearly came, both from the thought of Mae swallowing someone else's cum and at the fact that she referred to this guy as 'her man.'

"Do you like that I swallowed for him, Scott?" she asked.

"Yes," he replied. "And that you called him 'your man.' I don't know why, but that just feels so hot to me."

"He is my boyfriend," she said. "And I'm definitely his girlfriend. And after tonight I have a feeling he's going to want to see a lot more of me."

"Why is that?"

"He made me cum so hard, Scott, but I made him cum hard too. I took care of him. I made sure it was as pleasurable as possible for him. I dressed up in lingerie. I sucked his cock like a good girlfriend would to get him all hot and bothered for me. I even let him fuck me from behind after he'd made me cum twice. His eyes lit up when I got on my hands and knees and looked back at him. When I told him to take me from behind he couldn't get inside me fast enough," she explained.

"He made you cum twice?"

Mae laughed softly. "He did. I'll bet you can't remember the last time you managed to make me cum twice."

He couldn't. Scott was fairly certain he'd done so with his tongue and fingers at some point, but he couldn't remember ever giving Mae two orgasms with his cock.

"Was he...is he...is he big?" Scott asked.

"Do you mean is he bigger than you?"

Scott was silent for a few moments as he felt a mild sense of embarrassment. "Yes."

"Yes, Scott, he's bigger than you. Much bigger than you, actually. He has the kind of cock that every woman wants. The kind that's thick enough to make me feel full and long enough to reach those pleasurable places deep inside me. I think it's fair to say that you're actually quite small compared to him," Mae said.

Scott's cock felt as if it had gotten harder as he masturbated to the hugely arousing words his wife uttered.

"Are you stroking your small dick?" Mae asked.

"Yes," he admitted. "I'm so hard, Mae, and it feels so fucking good."

She moaned and Scott heard the sounds of masturbation. Mae was turned on too. So much so that she was clearly playing with her pussy while filling Scott's head with cuckold pleasures.

"Did he cum while fucking you from behind?" Scott asked.

"He did," Mae replied. "My boyfriend fucked me hard and fast from behind, Scott. He fucked his girlfriend's tight pussy from behind and he came so hard." It sounded like she was masturbating furiously and her moans got louder and lustier. "He fucked the pussy that you used to enjoy, Scott. He fucked the pussy that used to be yours. It's his now, though. My pussy gave him pleasure tonight. My pussy made him cum tonight."

Scott was seconds away from cumming and he was certain he'd never been so turned on.

"Mae, I'm close," he said.

"Cum with me, Scott," she replied. "Cum with me while you think about my boyfriend fucking the pussy that used to be yours."

They came together. Scott's load spilled from his cock, flew into the air, and landed mostly on his stomach, though a few drops hit the couch and his legs. He couldn't be certain, but from the sound of things Mae experienced a pleasurable, long-lasting orgasm of her own.

Heavy breathing filled Scott's ears - both his own and Mae's - as he came down from the thrill of a climax unlike almost any other he'd experienced. He released his cock and smiled at the sight of cum on his fingers and stomach. He'd made a mess, but there was something so delightful about it.

"That was unexpected," he said. "And, not for nothing, really kind of you."

"It was my pleasure," Mae replied. "Truly. I have another date next weekend. Would you like it if I called again?"

Scott smiled. "I would. I'd really like that, in fact."

"Good. Then we'll talk again next week."

She hung up without saying another word. Scott set his phone down, pulled his underwear all the way off, and used them to mop up the mess he'd made, all while he marveled at the fact that his ex-wife had just treated him to a taste of the fantasy that had played a part in ending their marriage.

It wasn't how he imagined his Saturday night unfolding, but it was an exceptional pleasure and he couldn't help but hope that Mae would, in fact, call again next week.