When we were married, Bev and I had a Sunday morning routine. On waking up, I would rub her ass and say, "Ten minutes.”

I would zip to the downstairs bathroom, brush my teeth and shower.

Meanwhile, in the en-suite bathroom of our bedroom, Bev would douche, brush her teeth and shower.

Ten minutes later, I would be back in bed and, when she joined me, we’d commence to sixty-nine. I’d always enjoyed receiving blow jobs and didn't think they should stop when I got married. From what Bev had said, she’d never sucked another guy's cock and, before me, no guy had ever eaten her pussy.

We were a happily married couple for ten years. You know that old saying, "Show me a husband who doesn't eat pussy, and I'll show you a husband whose wife I can steal?”

So, on that count, I thought I was pretty safe. Imagine my shock when I got home from work one Friday and found the house emptied of our stuff. A note on the mirror explained that she was leaving me and getting a divorce.

And a divorce she got.

She also remarried shortly thereafter, to Bernie, a guy who worked in her building. She had always referred to Bernie as the geek who worked two floors below her office.

Fast forward a couple of months. I am shopping at Best Buy for a television set. Turns out Bev's sister, Bonnie works there. While we had not been close while I was married to Bev, we were sort of friends and got along.

She certainly did not show any animosity towards me that day. In fact, she greeted me warmly with a big hug, a great smile and asked, "How are you?”

I did buy a television. Ringing up the sale, she asked if I had time for coffee. She was due a break and we went to a nearby coffee shop. We got our coffees, sat down and had a good friendly discussion during which I mentioned that the split had been a big, big surprise to me.

She said, "Yeah, it was for me, too. I likely shouldn't tell you this but, what the heck, I asked Bev what she liked about Bernie? Bev told me, ‘He's got a big dick!’"

"Oh boy,” I said. "She sure never bitched about my equipment while we were married.” I paused, looking into Bonnie’s eyes. “Maybe I shouldn't tell you this… but, well, we’ve always been friends, so where’s the harm? Truthfully, my dick is not small. Actually, it's above average. Anyway, wow, hmmm, thanks for telling me Bonnie, I appreciate it.”

"No problem," she said.

“But you won't ever tell Bev I told you, right?"

"Have no fear. We’re not talking at all and we have no need to speak with each other. Plus, I can keep a secret."

And then Bonnie asked, “So, who is sucking your cock these days?"

That came out of left field. I was shocked. Bonnie had always been very prim and proper and to hear her say those words was extraordinary. I must have blushed profusely because I felt red hot from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.

"Ah, nobody,” I stammered.

She smiled. ”Well, as you can keep a secret, let me tell you I love to suck cock.
I would love to suck what my sister is now missing out on.”

"For sure I'd never tell anybody,“ I managed to confirm. “But, what about your husband, Phil?"

"What he doesn't know and what he never finds out, won't hurt him,” she said, smiling, eyes twinkling.

Who would turn down an offer like that? Bonnie had long blonde hair, long legs and nice boobs. Very cute, in fact. Actually, no dummy me, she got cuter by the second.

"Oh boy, that sounds terrific,” I said. “How would we work out the logistics?"

Bonnie’s smile grew wider and then she said, ”When Phil is away on business next week, you can pick me up and take me out for a nice dinner. Some place out of town. Afterwards, I will blow you. That sound okay?"

"Better than okay. I'm excited!"

So, for three years, that was our routine. Whenever Phil was away, we’d drive fifty or sixty miles out of town to nice restaurants, where we wouldn’t be recognized.

On the drive home - a slow, slow drive home in the dark - I’d lower my pants and Bonnie would lean across the seat to fondle my nuts while licking and sucking my cock.

She always took her time, wanting to enjoy my cock, and I certainly enjoyed her hot moist mouth and lips. The longer the time, the better. But, when I couldn’t hold out any longer, we’d stop by the roadside and she’d bob her head up and down on my cock as fast as she could. Then, when I came, she’d swallow every drop and lick my dick until it was clean and limp in her mouth, like a wet noodle.

We were both very happy and content with these arrangements. Bonnie did not want me to reciprocate. Her enjoyment came from sucking cock, period.

Sadly, Phil got transferred to New Orleans. That was the end of our get togethers.
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With my thanks to JWren for editing