(It is not necessary to read the first six installments of this series, but recommended.)
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I couldn't believe how much my ex-wife loved cock. Absolutely loved it. It was one thing for her to suck my dick twice a week in return for certain monetary favors, but on the recent trip where she blew me in the car under the watchful eyes of several onlooking truckers, the fact was emphasized as we pushed the envelope to new heights.
Oh, I knew Nancy Jean loved cock. We split up, got back together, broke up, and finally divorced because I caught her in the act of sucking off a variety of men. I didn't know it when we were first married, but it all traced back to her high school years. Apparently the 18-year-old senior sucked off half the male class. That was a fact I was totally oblivious to when we were dating, courting and ultimately married.
I didn't have a clue back in those days and really didn't find out the details of her being named by some of the guys as the Blow Job Queen of Ridley High until our 10th reunion.
What made it worse was I heard about her younger proclivity for sucking cock by accident, overhearing guys speaking about a cock-sucking slut which turned out to be my wife.
That night, the following nights and the next couple years were a whirlwind of brain-slammed days and nights as my mind became jumbled with the fact my wife couldn't control her unladylike activities. Ultimately, we had lawyers sort out the gory details and we attempted to move on with our lives.
In recent years, after the matrimonial split, my interactions with my ex-wife were centered on a 20-30 minute afternoon interlude on Wednesdays when she'd arrive from her school teaching job, lock the door, and suck me off in return for a little extra in her checking account. I loved the fact that since our marriage had ended she'd had a hard time making ends meet with her schoolteacher's pay.
Not that she didn't make much money, because she did. But she also had expensive tastes and a penchant for running up her credit card bills. I used to joke there wasn't a sale she didn't like, and she always preferred name brands rather than the generic. New clothes, cars, you name it, Nancy Jean loved them. That led her back to my door, because I was a pushover for a little added to her bank account in return for her worshiping my cock for a few minutes Wednesday afternoons.
Oh, she'd say she felt like a whore, but she needed the money and I wanted to ensure my kids were able to stay in the house they were growing up in.
It wasn't until her current beau, the married vice principal at her school, was nearly caught in the act of seeing my wife on the side that she slowed that action. Nancy Jean and Jim decided to cool it for a while, as his wife was monitoring everything in his life. That meant reviewing their bank account and every expenditure like an auditor, so Nancy Jean wasn't getting help from his side when her dad turned ill and the family needed cash.
She of course turned to me, and I of course took her up on her offer. We'd done a few "road trips" where she'd blow me in the car, a national park and a ball field where as a youngster I'd played baseball during the day and made out with girls at night. The best was the time she blew me in front of the truckers, because that was the day we met truck driver Rick in a diner. He'd watched the action in the car, and later that day got to sample Nancy Jean's talents in the cab of his truck.
That's right, I convinced my ex-wife to blow a guy she'd just met. It was a fantastic sight, watching her work his cock. I couldn't believe it, she actually did it in the cab of his rig, just feet away from where other trucks were parked. Not that they could hear or see any of the action, although I am positive a couple saw us enter the vehicle.
On the walk over with the man I felt her hand tremble, I knew she was terrified on one hand yet excited on the other. I remember thinking that if I'd reach under her skirt I'd find a soaking wet pussy trembling with anticipation of the act she was about to perform.
Watching her blow the trucker in his cab was one of the most exciting things I'd ever witnessed. Nancy Jean, once in action, was amazing. It was like watching an HD movie on the big screen, as I was only feet away from the action. For several seconds I actually helped her, holding her head and directing it on his cock. I could see her lips working overtime on the trucker's cock, the saliva escaping her mouth and ultimately his pearly white cum filling and spilling from her talented mouth.
On the ride home I had her suck me off again, so the woman had three copious loads of man sauce in her tummy in several hours. I wondered if she saw Jim that night, and if he got a nice, sloppy kiss.
That would have been hot, really hot.
Over the next couple weeks in our weekly Wednesday sessions I fantasized about the trucker getting his cock sucked off in the cab while I watched. Only on these days Nancy Jean was actually sucking me off while I visualized her on her knees blowing the horny trucker.
I especially loved it when Nancy Jean, after swallowing my cum, would smooth down her knee length skirt, carefully re-apply her make up, and then gracefully leave my office as my all-knowing secretary commented on how nice she looked. I loved the fact that I could get my ex-wife to her knees so easily, and especially loved the way she was humiliated at having to perform at my whim.
But it wasn't until my friend John's announcement that he was getting married that I got "the idea".
I thought of something as a payback for Nancy Jean's ruining of our marriage. Of her cheating behind my back, and later right in front of me. Of her blowing my best friend, our best man, my boss and countless others. Of kissing her at night without the knowledge that another man had been fucking her face hours before. The humiliation of having to face men, several men, who had sampled my then-wife's mouth with their cocks brought shivers to my spine.
I wanted to kick their collective asses, but that would have only landed me in the slammer. I wanted to kick her ass, but that would have brought worse consequences. Heck, a friend of mine had beaten his wife and got 10 years in the state penitentiary. So in the end I kept the anger to myself. Still, when Nancy Jean needed some extra cash I gladly set up a regular appointment in my office for her to arrive, come in, suck my cock and leave....all in a quick half hour of wham, bam, thank you man.
The woman had no shame, as evidenced by her sucking off a trucker at my insistence for a little extra cash.
