My wife and I met when I was 27 and she was 39. We married three years later. I gotta say, it’s amazing how some people are totally fine with an older man marrying a younger woman, but not the other way around. Some people used to mock us, but we’ve been madly in love since day one.

I first encountered my wife-to-be on a blind date. Despite the difference in our ages, we hit it off immediately. We connect on many different levels, but my Ashley is the most beautiful — and the most sexually adventurous — woman I have ever met.

When we’re together there’s no fantasy we shy away from discussing or exploring if there’s mutual interest. We kind of geek out about sex. My previous girlfriends were really reluctant to open up. The advantage of being with a more mature woman is that she usually knows exactly what she wants — and she’ll tell you in thrilling detail!

Ashley is openly bisexual. In fact, she dated women before we got together. And sometimes she’ll reminisce with me about her hot girl-on-girl encounters from back in the day. It doesn’t threaten me in the least. I’m happy about my wife’s past pleasures, and I’m happy she also reveals her fantasies to me.

It’s a rush knowing that men and women alike have found her as stunning as I do. Ashley has flawless olive-toned skin, green eyes and long dark hair that stops just below her natural C-cups.

One night we were at a bar, and after I got up and went to the men’s room, someone sent Ashley a drink. That someone turned out to be a cute 20-something coed. Ashley thanked her for the cocktail and let her down gently — and then she and I had a good laugh about it on the way home.

“You know, if young hotties still want you that’s really something.”

“She’d probably had a few too many.”

“She looked stone-cold sober to me. You’re just that sexy.”

Ashley laughed and said, “Whatever, that made my night.”

“Trust me, mine, too!”

We both laughed about it a lot, but once we got home and were curled up in bed, Ashley got unusually quiet.

“Is something on your mind?” I asked. There clearly was. I could tell.

Ashley replied, “Do you remember the story I told you about my old roommate in California — Megan?”

“Oh, yeah,” I said, pulling her closer. “Although, honey, you’ve told me stories — plural. You two sure had some hot times together.”

“We did.” Ashley nuzzled my neck. “Would it weird you out if I told you I keep thinking about her? But not like I want to run off with her.”

“You mean you’re having orgasm flashbacks?”

Ashley nodded, but then sounded worried as she said, “Please don’t think I’m not happy with our sex life, Eric, because I am. Trust me, I don’t want to see other men.”

“Hey — hey, relax honey. It’s OK.” I kissed her forehead. “I don’t have a problem at all. If you’re saying you want to re-live something that was pleasurable.” I shrugged. “That seems like a pretty normal, natural desire.”’

“You could be there if I do it.” Ashley paused. “Would you want to play with me and another woman?”

This is probably the question every red-blooded man most wishes he were asked by his wife. I cleared my throat. “Are you saying you want to do that?”

Ashley replied enthusiastically, “Yeah, right time, right place, right guest star. I think it could be hot.”

“I like that idea.”

We kissed, and Ashley climbed on top of me as she said, “I have another question.”

“Shoot.”

“Would you be open to Megan if she’s interested and available? She’s probably going to be at the wedding we’re going to in Michigan.”

“I think I would very much like to see your reunion.”

Ashley lifted off her tank top and said, “Good, because I’m so horny just thinking about it.”

We made love that night. Then the next day I came home from work to find my wife in the middle of a giddy phone call with her old friend. While I looked on and nodded in encouragement, Ashley made arrangements for us to meet up with her former flame.

I had already been excited by the prospect of heading out of town for a long weekend up north with lots of good food. But now with a potential threesome on the horizon featuring two smoking hot older women, I was buzzing with excitement.

Like my wife, Megan’s a total knockout. She’s a tall, gorgeous blonde with endless legs. We met up at the wedding reception, and as the girls hugged and gushed about how wonderful it was to see each other again, I recalled Ashley’s stories about their sensuous lesbian trysts and felt an undeniable rush of arousal.

“Hey, Eric.” My wife poked me. “Are you still here with us?”

“I’m sorry,” I said, chuckling a bit. “I must’ve spaced out.” I shook Megan’s hand and said, “I’ve heard good things about you.”

“Is that so?” she replied teasingly.

Before I spoke again, she draped her arms over our shoulders and pulled us close to whisper, “What do you say we skip out of here in about an hour?”

Ha! A lady after my own impatient heart! I nodded eagerly and looked at my smirking wife.

“Perfect. Join us at our hotel?” Ashley proposed, opening her purse and handing Megan a spare key card.

“I can’t wait,” she replied with a wink. “I better go say hi to the bride now.”

Ashley laughed and said, “We’ll see you soon.”

No hour of my life had ever dragged on so long, but somehow I made it through the pleasantries and mingled without an obvious erection. But I drove back to our hotel so fast I could have gotten a speeding ticket! However, I wasn’t alone in my urgency. Megan was already waiting for us on the bed, wearing only her lingerie.

“Just like old times,” Ashley purred.

Megan reached out and pulled my wife on top of her, and they started kissing. It was all I could do to put the “do not disturb” sign on the doorknob and turn the lock.

“I can’t believe it’s been so long since we did this,” Ashley said as she kissed her way down Megan’s neck. My wife unsnapped her friend’s bra, releasing Megan’s milky tits. My dick got as hard as a steel bar as I watched my wife tease and suck Megan’s nipples.

I kicked off my shoes, but hung back a bit. As much as I couldn’t wait to jump in, seeing this side of my wife come out before my eyes was unbelievably hot.

But Megan suddenly turned the tables and got on top of Ashley, saying, “My turn.”

She glanced back at me and grinned wickedly. “I’m going to eat your wife. Come closer and watch.”

That was the invitation I’d been waiting for!

“Go on,” I said. “I want to see you make my girl come.”

Megan grinned at Ashley and said, “You picked a good one.”

I sat at the foot of the bed and watched Megan help Ashley wiggle out of her cocktail dress, bra and panties. Then my wife and Megan were nude — save for their thigh-high stockings — and their silky smooth legs entwined as they embraced.

Megan slid down my wife’s body and settled between her thighs to suck on her clit and finger her. She knew exactly how to satisfy Ashley, who looked perfectly pleased with the attention.

My wife is pretty orgasmic, but with Megan her normally intense arousal seemed to soar even higher. She was a raw, shaking mess only a few moments in, and Megan made her come at least twice during 15 minutes of pussy-eating.

I was past the point of caring about my dick. My desire had transmuted into Ashley’s as I played the spectator.

“Why don’t you please each other now?” I suggested.

My wife answered, “Don’t worry, we’ll get to that. But we don’t want you to feel left out.”

“That’s right,” Megan said. “Join us.”

I stripped down and did just that. My wife climbed on top of Megan in a 69. From below, Megan licked my wife’s clit and held Ashley’s pussy lips open wide, so I could easily fuck her.

Ashley’s sweet moans were buried in Megan’s pussy as the two of us tongued and drilled my wife without mercy until she came again.

Afterward, with my wife’s permission, Megan licked all of Ashley’s pussy juices off my dick — and then I took her from behind while she resumed eating Ashley.

I was their private stud, and having two women sharing my dick was the ultimate rush. They knew just how to satisfy one another and took extra pleasure from me, which was nothing short of thrilling.

I finally got some release when they rewarded my efforts with a dual blowjob. The two took turns sucking, stroking and playing with my shaft and balls until I finally blew my load on both of their faces. Then they made me even crazier by kissing and sharing my load in the afterglow.

Megan spent the night with us, but then left early the following morning to catch her plane back to New York, so unfortunately there was no time for another round. However, she and her very open-minded husband are visiting Ashley and I soon, and hopefully I’ll have another hot encounter to share.