What a night, my man Jamal dropped me off at home just before midnight(EST), and waiting for me in my building's lobby was none other than Matt (my white ex bf). He had been waiting there for two hours. I did tell him he could swing by tonight to get his redskin jersey, but Jamal had brought me to his place and no amount of phone calls were going to pull me away from Jamal's gorgeous body. Any how Matt was a little nervous when I invited him up, he said he really needed to talk to me about some things. I've been getting calls, texts, letters, even poems haha after Matt and I decided to "take a break". After asking me if I was with the new man I had been seeing, I told him flat out yes. He seemed upset that i forgot that we had plans and then wouldn't even answer his calls. I just calmly told him that he had completely slipped my mind and that I was very busy and that's why I didn't answer the phone. I know he wanted to ask what i was busy with, but he was scared of the answer. Then he started unloading all the i miss you, need you, think about you, can't sleep without you, you are the love of my life, meant to be, shit on me. During the middle of his rant Jamal called me so I cut Matt off dead in his tracks and told him I need to answer it. I am wild about Jamal and the couldn't hide my smile upon hearing his sexy thug voice. Matt was sighing loud and rolling his eyes so I went to my bedroom and shut the door. After talking with Jamal for almost 20 mins I came out of my room to find Matt furious. He started pacing around and whining about me not answering his calls and then leaving him there in the middle of pouring his heart out to speak with Jamal for 20 mins. He then reassured me how certain he was that we belong together and all that romantic shit, right then my phone chimed( signaling a picture message). After looking at the pic for no more than 10-12 seconds, Matt lost it. He wasn't whining or complaining but instead he was yelling and cussing at me, "What the fuck I'm trying to talk to you, what was that?". He knew it was a pic message but I told him it wasn't anything. "Bullshit your a liar, you smiled and did your tounge thing"(when im turned on sometimes the tip of my tongue slides between my teeth, a quirk Matt used to think was sexy) he almost called me a bitch, then caught himself and said I was "acting like a bitch to him". I was calm until the word bitch came out of his mouth, that's something I never tolerated. But I quickly got myself under control and told him to chill or go home, I ran into my room telling Matt I was looking for something i wanted to give him. I intentionally left my phone right on the table by the couch where we had been talking. I stayed in my room 'looking' for something, while giggling with excitement because I knew he was going to look at my phone and see the pic Jamal sent me. I knew that when he looked at my phone he was going to come face to face with the reason for my lack of interest in him. the picture was of Jamal's dick, as Jamal laid on his back he aimed his phone at his massive erection as it stood straight up and reached for the sky. I'm pretty sure Matt went through the picture gallery on my phone, which has pics of my man's abs, butt, chest, dick, one of them is of me giving him a blow job. When i came back out of my room Matt fumbled with my phone and like a clutz dropped it back to the table. I asked him what he was doing, he hesitated before saying he was checking the time. He looked like he had seen a ghost. for minutes he barely said a thing and was staring off, appearing to be deep in thought. He commented on my outfit looking really good, and I told him Jamal likes it when I dress up and wear mini's. I threw on my white 'pink' sweat shorts and a white tank cuz I wanted to get ready for bed as i changed I caught Matt sneaking glances at me. I invited him to watch tv for a bit with me. I hopped on my bed and Matt sat next to me as we had done countless times before as a couple. He finally perked up a bit and told me he always thought I had the best ass he had ever seen. I playfully popped to my knees and stuck my ass out giving it a little shake I asked him if he still thinks so. He didnt answer he just looked at me sadly then stared back at the tv. I reclined myself right next to him, our thighs touching, I could feel his blood pressure rise it had been months since he has gotten any from anyone. After about ten mins of silence as he worked up the courage to make a move, he put his hand on my thigh. I moved my leg away immedieately. I thought he might actually start sobbing right there! he looked dejected and i was about to send him home when a T.I. video came on t.v. God I love T.I, I said to Matt that I loved T.I and tht he was so hot. On that note Matt said he needed to go, he looked devastated as he left. It's been an hour since he left and I cant stop thinking about turning him into a cuckold, I know he has potential. Plus he would do anything for me. He's a very insecure man and I know he's intimidated by black guys, i noticed that a while before we broke up. He's coming apart at the seams and is really crushed by my lack of interest. I love seeing him squirm, it actually makes me get hot. Is this guy cuckold material? If so whats my next move? any and all feedback is appreciated, thanks you guys I love this site!