My wife Lorna Jean has always been one hot piece of ass.

It was lust at first sight from the moment I met her at the office of the accounting firm where I work. At one point I shared my feelings about her with my secretary, Elise, who I was having a casual affair with at the time. Elise began to laugh, and when I asked her what was so funny, she told me that Lorna Jean had said pretty much the same thing about me a few days before. “So if you really want her instead of me,” she said jokingly, “then you go get her, tiger, because she’s dying to eat you alive!”

Well, that gave me hope, and that very evening I called Lorna Jean and told her I had something I desperately needed to speak to her about. To my excited delight, she told me to come on over, and gave me directions to her apartment.

I picked up a bottle of champagne and hurried over there. She didn’t seem surprised at the champagne, nor did she ask me what it was I had needed to talk about so urgently. It was as if she knew my real reason for being there.

She was very warm and charming, and after downing a couple of glasses of bubbly, I began telling her things like how my heart skipped a beat every time I look into her sky-blue eyes, or breathed in the scent of her when she was close to me. I went on to compliment her long sexy legs, flared hips and luscious, grapefruit-sized breasts. I was both emboldened and ecstatic when she giggled and said, “Compliments will get you everywhere, big boy!”

Well, one thing led to another, and shortly after that we were naked, with my face buried in her delicious, plump and juicy snatch. Her juices were like nectar from an erotic flower, and when her body shook and convulsed in orgasmic joy, I licked and sucked at her little plump clitoris until the pleasure was too much for her to bear.

“Lorna Jean, I swear I could suck your delicious pussy from now till eternity!” I told her.

She pulled my face up to hers and kissed me long an passionately, telling me I was amazing. She then had me lie back and slid down between my legs. She smiled her dimpled smile, then stuck out her tongue and began to lick lovingly all around the head of my cock

“Mmm, you’ve got a nice thick one, haven’t you?” she purred as she took my dick into her mouth without breaking eye contact “God, you’re so fucking beautiful, Lorna Jean!” I exclaimed as I took in the sight of what I thought was the most attractive woman in the world sucking my dick.

She took my penis out of her mouth and stroked it while she licked and sucked each of my aching balls. She then caressed the skin beneath my scrotum as she avidly sucked my cock from top to bottom. I watched all eight inches appear, then disappear, between her lips, and the unbelievable feel of her throat muscles contracting around the head was just too much to endure. When I warned her that I was going to come, she merely moaned and took me still deeper while continuing to massage my balls.

It was with awe and disbelief that I watched this gorgeous woman continue to suck and nurse on my dick until it was once again as solid as an oak tree. She then smiled at me and moved up, straddling my body. Gazing into my eyes, she told me I tasted delicious, then kissed me deeply as she reached back and angled my raging cock against her opening. As I tasted my own semen on her lips, she lowered her tight, smoldering, sheath down over my shaft until it was completely inside her.

“Mmmm, I knew you’d have a nice thick cock!” she murmured breathlessly as she rhythmically rode my dick. It felt as though a hot velvet glove was moving up and down on my sensitive pole.

A few months ago Lorna Jean got an invitation to her 10-year high school reunion, and she thought it would be nice if we could go together. Since her home town was some distance away, we decided to take the whole week of the reunion off, which would give her a chance to visit with her family and her old friends.

Since Lorna Jean’s parents still lived in their old house, they naturally insisted we stay with them, and they turned out to be very nice people. One night Lorna Jean left me with them as she went out to visit a couple of her old girlfriends. To keep me entertained, they broke out Lorna Jean’s old high school yearbooks for me to look through. I wasn’t surprised to see that my beautiful wife had been a cheerleader, and had even won a few beauty pageants. I also couldn’t help but notice the many different guys that always seemed to be surrounding her in her pictures. There was no doubt that she had been a very popular girl.

I then began reading some of the messages that her friends had written in her senior yearbook. Most of them said things about how great she was, and how good she was at what she did. Some of them sounded a bit suggestive, though there was nothing really explicit. But what struck me the most was that they nearly all addressed her or referred to her as “BJ.” This puzzled me; her initials, after all, were L.J., not B.J. I asked her mom why everybody called her BJ, and she said she didn’t know — it was just a nickname her friends had given her, that’s all.

Now, I’m not going to try to deny it; I was naturally beginning to wonder whether they could possibly have called her BJ because of her oral talents. But I couldn’t really believe that, and I put the notion out of my mind. Still, I didn’t quite have the nerve to ask my wife about that nickname.

On the night of the reunion, held at the school auditorium, I sat at the improvised bar as my wife moved around the room, greeting and mingling with all of her old friends. Two people — a rather large black man and a tall, good-looking blond guy — were sitting to my left, looking around the room and commenting on some of the people they remembered. My ears perked up when I overheard the black man say, “Well, I’ll be damned, there’s BJ!”

“It damn well is!” the blond replied. “And she looks better now than she did 10 years ago. Damn, I wonder if she still likes to suck cock like a vacuum cleaner.”

“Yeah, she gave the best head I’ve ever had, even to this day!” the black guy said. “You know, I always wanted to get those long legs wrapped around my ass so I could give her a pussy full of black dick, but all she’d ever let me do is blow off down her throat.”

“Yeah, me too,” the blond said. “I always wanted to fuck her too, and so did all the other guys, but no one ever got to do that. But hell, she was so damn good at sucking cock that I didn’t really mind, did you?”

“Hell, no!” the black man replied, and they both laughed loudly.

My head was spinning. I had to admit now that my suspicions about how Lorna Jean had earned her nickname were obviously justified. I had another drink as I brooded about this, and I didn’t realize that the two guys were gone until I looked up and noticed Lorna Jean heading out of the auditorium, with none other than those same two men!

I became instantly jealous and suspicious, so I got up and followed them out of the room. I saw them go a short distance down a hallway and enter one of the classrooms. After hesitating a moment or two, I moved up to the door and silently opened it just enough to allow me to look inside.

Damn, they hadn’t wasted any time! There was my wife, my beautiful Lorna Jean, on her knees on the classroom floor, with the black man’s enormous cock deep in her mouth, and her right hand around the blond’s erection, slowly jerking him off.

“Damn, this little gal can still inhale some dick!” the black guy chortled. “Look how she swallows it all down! Oh yeah, she’s sucking the come straight out of my nuts! Ahh shit, I’m gonna come already, drink it down, baby! Aaahhh!” He grabbed her head and held it to him as he emptied his essence into my wife’s gullet. When he had done so his cock fell limp from her lips, but she licked at it playfully several times before taking the other man’s dick in her mouth.

As she deep-throated his blond companion, the black man moved behind her and tried to mount her, but she jerked away from both of them, saying, “No! That belongs to my husband.”

“Well shit, your mouth sure doesn’t!” the black guy said, a bit angrily. “What’s that about, girl?”

“That’s different,” Lorna Jean told him. “I practice sucking cock so I can make my husband the happiest man in the world. Do you have a problem with that, Darryl?”

The black man shrugged. “Don’t make much sense,” he said. “But what the hell. Why don’t you go on practicing on Billy right now, because I’ve got another dose of come for you to swallow down when he’s done. Okay, BJ?”

Lorna Jean smiled. “Mmm, that sounds yummy!” she told him, and went back to sucking the blond.

“Suck on my balls like old times, BJ!” he begged her. My wife caressed his shaft with her hand as she obligingly took each of his balls into her mouth and sucked on them while he moaned. Then she took his thick pole back into her mouth and slid her lips all the way down. “Oh Christ, here it comes!” he bellowed as her head bobbed back and forth, and she didn’t stop sucking him as she swallowed his ejaculation. She continued to nurse on his shrinking dick as it fell from her come-coated lips.

“Here, baby,” Darryl said, again feeding her his large black cock, which she happily serviced for the second time. Billy got so carried away while watching them that he also tried to fuck her. Again she stopped everything, and this time what she said blew my mind.

“Here, baby,” Darryl said, again feeding her his large black cock, which she happily serviced for the second time. Billy got so carried away while watching them that he also tried to fuck her. Again she stopped everything, and this time what she said blew my mind.

“Listen, guys,” she told them. “My vagina has never been penetrated by anyone except the man I married, and he will be the only man to ever take me that way. Okay? Now I’m serious. My pussy is off limits, and if you guys try to fuck me again, my mouth will be off limits too! You got it?”

Billy just nodded, and Darryl’s reply was to take hold of her hair and jam his cock back into her mouth. A moment later he grunted several times as he spewed his second load down my wife’s throat. She then sucked Billy off a second time as well. After which the guys helped her up, both of them telling her how seeing her again and having her suck their cocks for old times’ sake brought back many great memories.

I hurried back to the auditorium, and a few moments later the three of them came strolling casually in. I saw Lorna Jean saying goodbye to them, and when she approached me I quickly took her in my arms and gave her the most passionate kiss I knew how to give. The distinct flavor of semen was all over her tongue as I sucked it into my mouth, and the heady, scent of the two men’s sperm intoxicated me in a strangely erotic manner.

My wife slipped away with several other men that evening. I didn’t follow her anymore, but each time she returned I deliberately kissed her, and each time her breath smelled of cock and her tongue tasted of semen.

For the rest of that week my wife seemed to have a lot of old friends to go visit, and each time she came back I detected that same smell and taste on her mouth and tongue. Our sex became pretty wild during that time. I knew, of course, what was revving up her passion, and I wondered if she had any idea of what was stimulating mine.

A few weeks after we returned home I confessed to Lorna Jean that I knew what she had been doing while we were visiting her home town, and that I had witnessed her sucking off Darryl and Billy, not once but twice. She began to cry, and she swore to me that she had never allowed them or anyone else to fuck her. I then asked her why she hadn’t told me that I had been the one to take her virginity, and she said she had been afraid I wouldn’t believe her.

She then told me that she had acquired an obsession with sucking cock, and with the taste of sperm, early on, and that she had used that skill in order to remain a virgin until the man she wanted to spend her life with came along. I asked her if she had done this with others since we were married, and she said no, but that she’d had to fight the urge many times. She said the only reason she had indulged during our trip back home was because she had already sucked those guys’ cocks many times in the past, and somehow she had convinced herself that that made a difference.

Lorna Jean apologized profusely and asked me to forgive her for her weakness. I gradually got her to stop crying, and when she calmed down a little she had another thought.

“Wait a minute,” she said. “You said you watched me suck off Billy and Darryl at the reunion. But why didn’t you barge in and stop me?” As I started to fumble around for an explanation, something else occurred to her. “Oh, wow!” she said. “Is that why you kissed me so deeply when I returned to the auditorium? You liked it! You liked watching me sucking off those guys, and you wanted to taste them too, didn’t you? Oh my God, you kissed me like that every time I — ”

I smiled as she stared at me, and told her she was right. I told her that so long as she never allowed any other man to fuck her, she could suck anybody’s dick she wanted, as long as she told me about it, and saved me a kiss from time to time.

Since then my wife and I have never been happier. I have listened to her telling me about, and have occasionally even watched her, sucking dicks of all sizes, types and colors. All the men always say the same thing: that she is the best cocksucker ever. And I have no quarrel with that.