I hadn’t married young, but I was youngish. Kayla and I had enjoyed some fabulous first years together — with hopefully even more to come. We’d already done plenty of interesting things in our lives — both together and apart. We were amazingly suited to each other — a husband and wife still ready for sexual adventure.

We had literally met at a full-blown orgy. It was a bacchanalia held at somebody’s big, expensive house, a private affair with hot people who’d been assembled from here and there.

I had received my invitation at a hip club, where all the beautifuls danced half naked under strobe lights to pounding music. I showed up for the house party and was immediately swept up in the Ancient Roman-like carnal fervor.

It was a luxurious spread with food and drink — and even classy chamber music played by a blindfolded band. It was like something from an art house porn movie. As I wandered through room after room at the mansion, I found piles of intertwined bodies. So much bare flesh was gleaming as moans, sighs and eager grunts filled the air.

I was stunned, dazed and thoroughly aroused. After drinking in the spectacle for a while, I shed my clothes and dove in. It was a wonderful, ridiculous, over-the-top sexual experience. I was caressed, groped, licked and sucked. I ate nameless pussy, mounted indiscriminate strangers, and absolutely reveled in the circus of skin.

It was later in the evening — in that air perfumed with such excited scents — that I happened upon Kayla. Somehow, in that swirl of wanton bodies, a thunderbolt struck me. I gazed at her sprawled out and glistening before me. She stared back, a smile slowly curling her sensual mouth.

I’d already come several times and thought I was done. But she drew me in, and without a word, we made love then and there. Afterward, we introduced each other and murmured sweet endearing words.

We left the party together, and we’ve basically been together ever since. We even got married to seal the deal. But it wasn’t a boring marriage. And the phrase “forsaking all others” had certainly never found its way into our wedding vows. Kayla liked her fun, and I liked mine, too. Sometimes our games required outside players.

One evening, I found her gazing at me with a peculiar intensity. I sat down and took her hand.

“Do you have something in mind?” I asked. My heart and body stirred at the possibilities.

We had brought other lovers into our bed. We had role-played. I had spanked Kayla’s sweet ass until she came, and she had once tied me up and “forced” me to watch as she and another pretty woman had frantic sapphic sex.

Now, she was regarding me with a certain seriousness as she queried, “Do you ever wonder what it’ll be like when we get older?”

I’d considered it in the abstract, but it was hard to imagine age ever catching up to us. Our lives were so vibrant and daring that it felt like we could hold off the years indefinitely — which I admit was a silly notion.

I said, “I will still love you, I promise. I’ll still find you extremely desirable.”

Of this I had no doubt.

But my wife still wore a serious look and said, “I want that to be true. But sometimes I wonder…”

Her voice trailed off, and I saw the notion was really bothering her.

It was a problem. But problems had solutions, and our open marriage allowed us to resolve things in ways other couples couldn’t. I thought about it, then hit upon an intriguing answer. When I proposed it to Kayla, she grinned excitedly.

Thus we set out to proposition Jack, an acquaintance about 20 years or so older than me, an aging libertine. Someone who looked like me — as far as physique, bone structure and hair goes. Someone whose appearance I might resemble one day.

We wanted him to bed Kayla while I watched.

We approached Jack one night in a local coffee joint. He was indeed quite a few years older than either of us, but he still had it going on. He dressed cool; his body still looked fit. He moved without creaks or groans. His eyes flashed with vivid energy as we sat down with him.

As we chatted, Kayla was looking back and forth between Jack and me. I knew she was seeing the same familiar cheekbones, build and even hair texture. I could surely pass for a younger version of this man.

Jack was also sharp. He sensed something was afoot.

“You two want something from me?” He posed the words with a sly, sexy spin. Hell, his voice almost turned me on.

So Kayla fessed up. Jack laughed, long and loud, then looked at both of us squarely and said, “Let’s do it.”

We drove to our place right away. I felt Kayla’s buzzing excitement. She’d never been with someone so much older, and the idea was more than intriguing. It was turning her on big-time, and I couldn’t wait to watch them in action.

Ten minutes later, we were all in our bedroom. I stepped back into a shadowed corner and watched the two of them move toward each other. Jack had the steady gaze of a practiced artist. They came together, and their mouths met. Kayla seized Jack’s face and jammed her tongue past his lips. Jack kissed her back ardently, sweeping her up in his arms. She ground her crotch against his. He had a major bulge going on.

As they swiftly undressed, my cock got hard enough for my knob to poke up above the waistband of my briefs. Kayla’s naked body was always a reason for arousal. But seeing Jack strip affected me in unexpected ways.

I wasn’t exactly excited by his male form, but it was delightful to see what shape he was in at his age. His face might’ve been lined with character, but his body was still taut and healthy-looking. He didn’t look like a gym rat, though. There were no grossly swollen muscles. Instead, he looked like he’d slipped through time with the best of his physicality still intact. It was — hopefully — a sneak peak of my future.

I undid my jeans and let my cock spring out into my hand.

Jack and my wife got onto the bed together. Kayla’s eyes were blazing with lust. Her nipples stood out like pink pebbles. He kneaded her tits, and she moaned. She reached around to clutch a handful of his firm ass.

They kissed some more, their tongues flashing flagrantly. He rubbed his stiff cock against her abdomen. I hadn’t expected Kayla to be inhibited by my presence, but I was glad that Jack carried on with perfect ease. It wasn’t that he was pretending I wasn’t there either. At one point as he moved to suck on Kayla’s breasts, he shot me a lewd smile. I jerked my cock and smiled back. Then I shed the rest of my clothes, staying in my viewer’s corner.

Kayla grabbed hold of Jack’s cock at the same instant he slipped two fingertips along the gleaming groove of her pussy. Her hips bucked in that wonderful way that let me know she was feeling pleasure.

Jack sank his fingers deeper into her, and she cried out. There was no hesitancy on Kayla’s part. She wasn’t just going along with the motions. She was completely into their encounter. Jack’s age was no obstacle so far as I could tell.

Back at the coffee place, Jack had said middle age was nothing like he’d expected it to be. He said he didn’t feel much different from when he was 21, and his body could still perform mostly at the old speeds. He simply hadn’t let his body go slack and soft, even when his metabolism became less forgiving.

He certainly seemed competent in the sex technique department, I thought with admiration. His body was flexible and wiry as he licked his way down Kayla’s body. She spread her legs, grasping his shoulders and positioning his face at her glistening pussy.

He lapped at her outer lips first, and I gave him extra points for style, knowing how tempting it was just to dive right into Kayla’s delectable cunt. She squirmed and squeezed her tits, working herself into a frenzy. When Jack at last dipped his tongue into her, she moaned blissfully.

It was beautiful to observe. Jack obviously still fully appreciated the taste of a woman, and he worked Kayla toward a climax with oral talents I hoped I could still summon when I was his age.

She closed her thighs around his head and bucked. I pumped my cock harder. After a moment, Jack rose, his face wet with my wife’s joy. Kayla didn’t give him a minute to catch his breath. She fairly pounced on him, pushing him onto his back and settling between his legs. Her mouth dropped down onto his cock. I gasped along with Jack as she sucked him to his balls.

Kayla let out a hum of bliss. Apparently middle-aged cock tasted just fine to my young wife. The circle of her lips went up and down, her forehead butting into his stomach. A look of ecstasy took hold of his features.

When Kayla stopped sucking him and jumped on top of him, I was jerking myself harder and faster. She slotted herself onto his shaft. He answered her motion with a vigorous upward thrust. She planted her palms on his chest, and he closed his hands around her trim waist.

Off they went. She rode him wildly, and he gave her a fine time. It was a thrilling sight. There was nothing unseemly about their age difference. Seeing him in action convinced me that I had it in me to age into a man like Jack — just as physically fit, just as primed for sex as he was. Kayla and I would have many years of fun ahead of us.

I came before either of them did. I couldn’t hold back. My jizz shot in gooey arcs, and pleasure rattled me. A few heartbeats later, Kayla shuddered atop Jack, and his body wrenched. I knew his hot load was shooting up into her spasming snatch.

Our encounter left me dazed and filled with warmth and happiness. There could be no doubt that middle age need not dampen my ability to find a woman attractive and act on it accordingly. As to the question of whether or not I’d find a middle-aged woman attractive, I couldn’t wait for me and Kayla to put that to the test as soon as possible!