If you take away one thing from this letter, it should be that I love my wife.

Rachel and I have been married 25 years, and I’m writing this now in a hotel in Las Vegas. We’ve just had the most amazing experience of our marriage — and all I did was watch.

Since the beginning of our relationship, I’ve known Rachel is bi-curious, but she’d never so much as touched another woman sexually. It was something she’d admitted to me while we were dating. When we first started having sex, we would talk openly about her being with another woman, and the thought would excite us so much we’d come like gangbusters. I loved the idea of watching her with another lady, but she was too shy to try it. So the notion became a kind of sexy joke between us. We’d watch a beauty pageant, and she’d tell me which girl she’d like to eat her pussy. I’d pick up a copy of Penthouse, and she would get her hands on it before I would. When I was away on business trips, she admitted she’d masturbated while thinking about making love to a woman while I watched.

With our 25th anniversary coming up, I decided we had to do something about her long-held craving. But I had no idea what. We were both appalled by the idea of approaching anyone we knew. She was attracted to a co-worker of mine, but I was at a loss as to how to broach the subject with the woman. Rachel refused to go to lesbian bars, thinking it would be kind of insulting to one of those ladies to be chosen, as if in a meat market. But that put an idea in my head: What about a prostitute?

I mentioned my suggestion to Rachel. She said it was illegal, and though hiring a hooker wasn’t like robbing a bank, she could never be comfortable with that. I mulled over her words and then remembered that in Nevada, there are legal brothels. When I brought up that fact, she said she was willing to think about the possibility.

I did some online research. Prostitution is not legal in Las Vegas, but it is in a neighboring county. These places are all decked out with themed rooms, and while they cater to men, of course, they are quite clear they welcome couples. I showed Rachel the website for one of them, and she was immediately fascinated. Each working girl had her own page, with photographs, a list of sexual things she did and contact her information.

“Who knew you could shop for this online!” Rachel exclaimed. She was getting more and more excited about my plan. We could make an anniversary trip to Las Vegas, where neither of us had ever been, and then top it off by living out our number-one fantasy.

We could have just gone there and been presented with a line-up of whoever was working at the time, but Rachel is too much of a control freak to let that happen. She wanted to make sure she got the girl she really wanted. And, to my surprise, she picked a woman named Sky, who was 24 years old, which made her half my wife’s age. She was slender and blonde, with tattoos and piercings — the kind of girl I’d expect to see at a hip club. In other words, a place Rachel and I would never visit. But Rachel pointed out that’s why she’d picked her: “She’s different — she’s everything I’m not.”

Rachel sent Sky a message, explaining what she wanted to do. My wife was clear that Sky and I would not touch — Rachel is pretty jealous in that regard — but that I’d watch and masturbate. Sky wrote back pretty quickly, saying she was also bisexual and had no problem with our request. Sky quoted her price and told us when she’d be working. Fortunately, those dates included our anniversary! With breathless excitement, we made a date.

We flew to Las Vegas a few weeks later, stayed at a fancy Strip hotel and did the usual things, like see a show and try our luck at blackjack (we had none). We’d scheduled an afternoon session with Sky and on the appointed day took advantage of the brothel’s complimentary limo ride from our hotel. The driver acted like a tour guide during our hour-plus trip, pointing out a gypsum mine and the mountain where Carole Lombard’s plane had crashed. It was kind of surreal.

After making a turn off the highway and following a long, straight road into the middle of nowhere that was already a middle of nowhere, we came upon the place. It was made up to look like a dollhouse version of a ranch. I tipped the driver, and we went inside. There, we were offered drinks, and within a few minutes Sky emerged. She was a tiny thing, much more petite than I’d anticipated. She was wearing old-fashioned lingerie and high heels, with a filmy wrap. She greeted us and gave us each a peck on the cheek before leading us to her room.

She explained that she was normally scheduled for two weeks on and two weeks off, and when she was working she lived in the same room. In spite of her East Village appearance, her decor was what I’d call shabby chic, with a big bed and lots of fluffy pillows. Off to the side was a free-standing oval mirror that tilted. She told me to sit in an armchair across from the bed and positioned the mirror so I would get a great view of everything. Then she turned to Rachel, who was visibly shaking.

Sky touched her arm. “Don’t worry, Rachel, this will be fun. Let’s strip down to bras and panties and get to know each other.”

Then there they were, each kneeling on the bed, facing each other and running one another’s hands up and down their bodies while kissing. Rachel got into the smooching right away, with no hesitation, so I relaxed a little bit. I asked if I could get unclothed, and they both answered in unison, “Of course.”

“Rachel climbed between the girl’s legs for her first taste of pussy.”

Sky skinned Rachel out of her bra and let loose her very large breasts. Sky oohed and aahed over them, squeezed them gently, and then tongued my wife’s big, dark nipples. Judging by the sounds she was making, I guessed Rachel loved the attention. Sky removed her own bra, revealing two small breasts with pierced nipples. My wife played with those tiny tits as if they were toys, then returned the favor and sucked each nipple into her mouth in turn, which made Sky moan with pleasure.

Sky had Rachel lean back and pushed aside her panties to get a look at her pussy. My wife shaves herself bare, and Sky took a deep sniff and then ran her fingers up and down her slit. Then she applied her mouth and gave what Rachel later told me was “world-class cunnilingus.” After a little while, Sky pulled back so she could strip off my wife’s panties. “Better access,” she joked. Then she returned to my wife’s cunt, eating her until my wife was bucking her hips and surrendering to orgasm. Sky licked her fingers clean of my wife’s nectar. My cock was rock hard, and I was stroking it slowly, trying hard not to come.

By now Rachel was not shy anymore. After years of watching lesbian porn, she knew what to do. She positioned Sky on her hands and knees. Rachel then started worshipping Sky’s ass. She ran her hands over the young girl’s curves, kissed her butt cheeks, and even gave them a smack. Then she took Sky’s labia, which were quite chubby, and squeezed them together, pulling on them slightly. While doing this, she also bent down and let her tongue tickle Sky’s asscrack. Interestingly, Sky’s pubic hair was plentiful, and my wife reached around to tug on it and run her fingers through the dark curls.

My wife slipped her thumb in Sky’s pussy and proceeded to fuck her while running the fingers of her free hand up and down Sky’s thighs. This made Sky very happy. I’ve heard that prostitutes don’t come with clients, but Sky did — or she’s a great actress. Aside from her shaking and crying, another bit of evidence was the copious amount of cunt juice that poured out of her — that my sweet Rachel lapped up.

I’d thought that was it, but these girls weren’t done. Sky lay on her back, and my wife lowered her magnificent boobs toward her face. Sky again licked and sucked my wife’s pendulous tits. Then Rachel changed her position so Sky could eat her pussy some more. My wife leaned back on her hands as the girl feasted on her sex. Soon enough, Rachel came again.

For their final act, Sky was once again on her back, but this time Rachel climbed between the girl’s legs for her first taste of pussy. She nuzzled Sky’s pubic hair and again ran her fingers along Sky’s thighs, which made her gasp. Rachel teased Sky by planting sloppy kisses on her body, moving closer and closer to her cunt with each one. Finally — finally! She brought her tongue to Sky’s clit, and the poor girl gripped the bedspread to keep from flying into the air. Rachel licked and sucked as if she were a pro, and before long Sky chalked up her second orgasm.

The girls then spent a long time kissing lazily, twined in each other’s arms. The display of naked female flesh was so amazing my cock was nearly purple, and I gripped my erection like I would never let go. Rachel looked over at me giggled.

“I almost forgot you were there.” She turned to Sky. “Is it okay if I finish him off?”

Sky grinned broadly. “Only if I can watch!”

That made Rachel smile. She beckoned me to the bed, and I took the few steps over with my cock leading the way. Sky got comfortable next to Rachel, who gently took my cock in her hand. I let out a yip because I was so sensitive. She asked Sky for some lube. Of course, the well-prepared girl had some. Rachel greased up my cock and started jerking me slowly. I was hoping to last long enough to get a blowjob, but after a few strokes, I sent an arc of come across the bed that hit Rachel square in the tits and puddled in her cleavage.

Sky let out a “woo-hoo!” before Rachel scooped up my cream and licked her fingers clean.

We took our leave, feeling as if we were both floating on clouds. Our discreet limo driver politely ignored the fact that my horny wife gave me the blowjob I’d been craving on the way back to our hotel.

After our visit with Sky, we were so horny we spent the rest of our vacation in bed.

Rachel is sleeping like a log while I write this letter. We leave tomorrow, but I think there may be time for one more quickie before our flight.