We didn’t’ say anything to each other and that was fine with me. A couple of weeks later I got contacted by Tammy’s lawyer. By this time I�...d made four copies of the scene where Tammy’s riding Brad fucking away with that silly hat on her blonde head. I still have the hat by the way. She left it on the floor just inches from where I’d fucked her nasty ass hole. Anyway, I had my lawyer send her lawyer a copy of the tape and I got the divorce without contest. She never got one fucking nickel. I come forward and sit between her thighs, my hip pressing lightly between.I bring my lips to hers and whisper, "Now, my love, how shall we go?" with a gentle kiss. We hold for a moment, eye to eye, as she ponders. Her hands snake into my short hair and she kisses me hard, then whispers in my ear, "Make love to me like you mean it, like I deserve it."I give her a warm smile. "Absolutely. I wouldn't have it any other way. Now close your eyes, cast out everything from your mind, and open yourself. I didn’t bother the size of the dick as it never mattered. What he had was definitely good to quench my burning desire. I took it in my mouth slowly. I was never an expert in giving oral with my husband, neither had any burning desire to suck dicks. But at that moment, the passion had taken over and made sure I give enough pleasure to my man. He is moaning my with the sucks and am enjoying it. He got up a bit up and told me to go slow and casual. He guided me to suck it well. I rolled my tongue. Sometimes when Barb was coming straight from work and nobody but the team was around, she’d just pull off her blouse and don her sweatshirt that said “Coach” in little flowers. The team bought it for her. It didn’t matter that I saw; we had our boundaries.And OK, maybe I looked a little more when she changed close by, and maybe she even knew it, but it was just a temporary boundary adjustment.For tournaments involving overnights, I’d of course have my own room and Barb would be with however.