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My name is Ron, and I’m the straightest guy you know. If you know a real straight guy, I promise you I’m straighter. It’s not that I was homophobic, it’s just that I love pussy.

That all changed after SueAnn and I got divorced.

I thought we had the perfect marriage. The sex was great. Better than great. It started in college; the only downside was that we did it in my or her dorm room, with our roommates across the way. Or a friend’s apartment, with our friend in the living room.

Well, there was just one other downside, there was just fucking; no blowjobs and no pussy eating.

On the positive side, SueAnn was the most beautiful girl in the whole school. Every guy was after her; why she chose me, I have no idea. Oh yeah, she was a great fuck. I say that, but she was my first one. What did I know?

SueAnn surprised me on our honeymoon; she was embarrassed and apologized the first morning of our Acapulco honeymoon. “Ron, every time we did it, someone was close by, I had to bite my tongue, to keep from being too loud. Sometimes, there was actually blood, but I didn’t want you to think you hurt me. You never did; in fact, every time was wonderful.”

Why was she apologizing and embarrassed? Last night, when we fucked she was loud. I mean really loud. Squirming, moaning; her nails scratched my back. “I couldn’t let loose before, but now. Now that we’re alone, I can give myself to you completely.”

On our honeymoon we tried everything. Everything but anal. “Ron, your cock belongs in my pussy and my mouth; that’s all.” SueAnn promised to become the world’s best cocksucker, and I told her that I’d eat her pussy anytime she wanted, and I’d beg her to let me eat it.

Speaking of her pussy; I can’t imagine that any other pussy in the world could be more beautiful or as tasty. I did in fact beg her to let me eat it, “Ron, I love the way you eat me, it’s all yours. I love when you beg me to let you eat it.”

Shortly after we returned from our honeymoon, her parents died. They left us their house, and her two sisters got some cash. Everyone thought it was fair.

The house was in a middle-class neighborhood that had once been 100% white, but over the years had become more diverse. Blacks, Latinos, Koreans, gays.

It was a very safe neighborhood thanks to the two cops who lived on the street, in addition, a State Trooper lived on the corner, and for whatever reason was allowed to bring his trooper car home. When he was off duty it sat in his driveway. In the summer people left their windows and doors open except for the screen door. People were in and out of their neighbors’ homes for a cup of coffee or to borrow a cup of sugar, etc.

After a period of mourning, where there was little sex, we were right back at it: fucking, sucking, eating. Like I said, I thought everything was perfect.

One Sunday morning two years later, SueAnn was up early, while I was still asleep. She woke me up, “Ron, I feel we’re in a rut. It seems like our sex life is good, but boring. Would you be willing to try something new?”

“I was sensing that, too. What do you have in mind?”

“Come with me.” She led me to one of the other bedrooms. Laid out on the bed was a gown, like one a woman might wear to a prom or maybe a wedding. “Ron, I know how much you like to eat me, I think it’d be fun if you dressed up and ate me. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

Weird, but her promise meant blowjobs, so what the hell. For the next few months, every Sunday morning SueAnn picked out something different for me to wear, put some make up on my face, including lipstick, clip-on earrings and an old wig. The clothes were hers or her sisters, left behind as they moved on in their lives.

I thought I looked silly, but we’d spend the day in bed with my tongue doing her pussy.

My cock was never so hard as on those mornings. It was fun, and as promised SueAnn did make it up to me, but that also ended our relationship.

Apparently, me dressing up as a woman was not enough for her. One day I found SueAnn in bed with one of her female co-workers 69ing.

The divorce was amicable. It was complicated, but I ended up with her parents’ old house.

It was the beginning of major changes in my life. In time I was no longer the straightest guy you ever met.

TO BE CONTINUED

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