<p>Jack’s phone dinged, interrupting the podcast he was listening to. At the next red light he looked down to see who’d texted him.</p><p>“I just got fucked,” the text read.</p><p>Jack stared at those four words until a loud honk from the car behind him ended his revelry. He punched the gas pedal and his car lurched forward as he wondered why his ex-girlfriend had seen fit to text him about a positive development in her sex life.</p><p>The sound of his text notification filled the car again. Jack resisted the urge to look down as he navigated the streets of Silver Lake, the hipster-filled neighborhood in Los Angeles that he’d moved to at Christine’s behest – before they’d broken up, of course.</p><p>When he finally reached another red light Jack’s eyes darted to his phone. The text read: “That’s what you wanted, right? You wanted me to fuck someone else, didn’t you?”</p><p>Memories of the fight that had ended their nine month relationship flooded Jack’s mind. Christine had inquired about his sexual fantasies and Jack had mistakenly shared his desire for her to have sex with other people. Things had quickly gone downhill. Christine struggled to grasp why Jack would find it arousing for her to cheat on him. He’d tried to explain that it wasn’t cheating, that it was cuckolding. He told her he didn’t understand why it turned him on and that he didn’t exactly want to fantasize about it but he couldn’t help it.</p><p>Ultimately the argument ended in their break up. Christine grabbed the few items she kept at Jack’s place for when she spent the night and that was the end of that. Now, nearly three weeks later, she’d seen fit to text him with the news that she’d had sex with someone else. What Jack couldn’t tell was if she was still angry and taunting him or if there was something else at work.</p><p>Jack pulled into his covered parking spot, turned off his car, and grabbed his phone. He read the two texts over and over as he debated sending a response. Was Christine still angry and taunting him? Was she still thinking about him and considering getting back together? Did she feel bad about the way they broke up and was she now trying to make up for it in a weird way to give him a little thrill? Responding was the only way to get any answers, and yet responding could lead to more unpleasantness like the lengthy fight they’d had before breaking up.</p><p>“Yes,” was all Jack said in response to her question.</p><p>He sat in his car and stared at his phone in hopes of a response. Jack nearly dropped his phone when it started ringing. Christine was calling.</p><p>“Hey,” he said.</p><p>“I just got fucked,” Christine said.</p><p>“Oh,” Jack replied.</p><p>“Oh? Is that all you have to say, Jack? I just told you that your disgusting little fantasy came true and that’s all you have to say to me?” Christine shot back.</p><p>Jack was, for a few moments, speechless. Christine seemed angry, and yet she’d called him. Why would she call if she just wanted to yell at him? Maybe she was angrier about their breakup than he’d imagined, though.</p><p>“Sorry,” he said. “It’s just, you’re not my girlfriend anymore, you know.”</p><p>“How many times did you fantasize about me fucking someone else while we were going out?” she asked.</p><p>“Christine, what are you doing?” Jack asked. “What is this? Are you still mad at me? I’m sorry I shared my fantasy, okay? I’m sorry it was so weird. I’m sorry we broke up because of it.”</p><p>He wasn’t sure what his ex-girlfriend wanted, but Jack wasn’t particularly interested in being subjected to abuse by a girl he wasn’t dating anymore.</p><p>“I came all over his cock, Jack,” Christine said. The anger had left her voice. Instead, she sounded downright sensual.</p><p>Jack’s arousal was almost instantaneous and felt entirely out of his control. He hadn’t answered Christine’s question about the frequency of his fantasy, but the number was high. He’d thought about it constantly while they’d dated. He’d thought about it with every girlfriend he’d had since the girl he dated in college had cheated on him. That experience had unlocked something in Jack that hadn’t dissipated in the decade since.</p><p>“Christine…” Jack said, but he had nothing else. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to tell her to stop or ask her to tell him how hard she’d cum.</p><p>“My legs were quivering. My pussy was on fire with pleasure. I screamed, Jack. I screamed as I came all over his cock,” she said.</p><p>Jack was tempted to hang up. It felt like his ex-girlfriend was being cruel, though he still couldn’t quite tell. Mostly he had no idea what she was doing so he figured she was fucking with him in some way.</p><p>“Isn’t that what you wanted to hear, Jack?” she asked in a soft, intensely seductive tone. “Wasn’t that your fantasy? Didn’t you want me to fuck someone else and tell you about how good he was? Didn’t you want to hear your girlfriend tell you all about the other man that fucked her to an incredible orgasm?”</p><p>“Yes,” Jack said.</p><p>“Are you turned on, Jack?” Christine asked.</p><p>“Yes,” he answered. He figured there was no downside to being honest. It’s not like she could dump him again.</p><p>“Take your cock out,” she said.</p><p>“Christine, I can’t. I’m sitting in my car,” Jack replied.</p><p>“He was better than you, Jack,” she said in the same soft, seductive voice. “He was much, much better than you. He made me cum so much harder than you ever did. He fucked me so good he made me see stars, Jack.”</p><p>Jack’s cock was throbbing and a little precum stain had formed in his jeans. He was literally dripping with desire.</p><p>“Take your cock out, Jack,” Christine said. “Take it out and stroke it for me. Do it right there in your car.”</p><p>Jack looked in the rearview mirror and checked around the car. There was no one around and the parking space was relatively hidden from the road. No one would know what he was doing unless they walked right up to his window.</p><p>“Can I just go inside?” he asked.</p><p>“If you leave your car I’m hanging up,” Christine replied. “Now take your cock out, Jack. Do it. Live out your little fantasy. Stroke yourself while I tell you about how good he fucked me. Do it!”</p><p>Jack unzipped his pants. He’d nursed a cuckold fantasy for a decade and he’d never experienced it in real life. He’d never had a girl offer up the kind of verbal play Christine had already delivered. It was insane to masturbate in his car, but he was going to do it. He had to seize the opportunity.</p><p>“Okay,” he said. “It’s out.”</p><p>“Show me,” Christine demanded.</p><p>Jack tapped the FaceTime button and saw Christine’s face.</p><p>“Show me,” she demanded again.</p><p>Jack tapped the button to switch the camera view and a smile crossed his ex-girlfriend’s face.</p><p>“He was almost twice your size, Jack,” she said. “He was huge compared to you, and you know what? It felt better. Size does matter and you don’t have what it takes. Now stroke that little dick, Jack. Stroke that little dick and think about me sitting on someone else’s cock. Be the fucking cuckold you want to be.”</p><p>Jack wrapped his fingers around his cock and stroked. Immediately the car filled with the sound of masturbation as he moved his hand up and down his precum-soaked shaft.</p><p>“I blew him before I got on top,” Christine said. “Does that turn you on, Jack? Do you like the idea of my lips wrapped around someone else’s big, beautiful cock? Do you like the idea that I couldn’t wait to get another man’s dick in my mouth after dumping your perverted ass?”</p><p>“Yes,” Jack said. He thought of the last time Christine had gone down on him. He thought of her offering that pleasure to another man.</p><p>“He was better than you in every way, Jack,” she said. “He was better looking than you. He fucked me better than you. He had a bigger dick than you. He was the superior man. He was an upgrade in every way. I’m glad I dumped your ass. I’m glad I’m not stuck dating you. I’m glad I can fuck guys like him and not have to come home to your pathetic ass.”</p><p>Jack stroked his cock furiously as erotic invective poured from Christine’s mouth. His fantasy hadn’t included such abusive language, but it turned out he found it more arousing than he ever imagined possible.</p><p>“He’s taking me out again, Jack,” Christine said. “He’s taking me out this weekend. I’m going to suck his dick again. He’s going to eat my pussy again. He’s going to fuck me again. He’s going to enjoy everything you used to enjoy and we both know the only thing your little dick is going to enjoy is your hand, you pathetic fucking cuckold wannabe.”</p><p>“Fuck…Christine…I’m cumming!” Jack cried out.</p><p>Cum spurted from his cock. Some landed on the steering wheel and most spilled out onto the floor as Jack closed his eyes and enjoyed a more potent orgasm than almost any he’d experienced in his life.</p><p>“Did you enjoy that, Jack?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes,” he answered between heavy breaths.</p><p>“Good. I’d like a new dress for my date this weekend and I’d like you to buy it for me,” Christine said.</p><p>It took a moment for her comment to register, but when it did Jack tapped his phone to switch the camera view so Christine could see the disbelief on his face as he asked, “What?”</p><p>“I’m not going to repeat myself, Jack. Pick me up at noon on Saturday. If you’re generous there’s a chance I’ll let you have another orgasm like the one you just experienced.”</p><p>Christine ended the call and Jack stared at his phone in disbelief before surveying the mess he’d made in his car. He told himself he wasn’t going to take Christine dress shopping. There was no way it was worth whatever she’d make him spend on a dress just to have another orgasm like the one he’d experienced. No way in hell.</p>