Some years back,  when I was a newlywed, I grew interested in the connection between the mind and desire. I’d just tied the knot with my wife, Heather. Our relationship was something of a scandal in our snooty urban social circle. I’d left my first wife — a woman in so-called high society — in order to marry her. Our relationship was the talk of the town, mainly because Heather was 15 years younger than my ex. No one knew that my reason for divorce was a sexless, loveless marriage, and I didn’t feel the need to fill them in.

But in return, I dealt with the sideways glances and whispered words. I didn’t mind. I was married to a beautiful woman who wanted to make love to me, and that was all that mattered.

When it came to desiring Heather, I had no shame — and to this day, even as she turns 45, she remains the sexiest woman I’ve ever known.

Heather has a flawless complexion and ice-blue eyes, and her nipples and both sets of lips are the same confectionary pink that practically invite you to take a taste. She also has a lavish crown of burnt sienna hair with just enough red in the mix to make her look like a walking ember. She’s always worn it shoulder-length with Brigitte Bardot bangs that set off her eyes to perfection. And thanks to a dance background, she’s always kept a great figure, too.

As for me, aside from my hair getting a little gray, I am pretty much the same today as I was back then — in that I can’t keep my hands off her!

In fact, Heather and I have always been so very physical with each other that when we first got together, I worried we would have to move away to escape the gossip mill. However, Heather didn’t address the busybodies and instead responded by holding my hand, pulling me closer, and leaning in to every public kiss.

We eloped shortly after my divorce, and with my passionate younger wife at my side, I began compiling research for my first book on sexual fantasies. Heather definitely had opinions on this subject, and I was eager to explore every one of them.

One night I wandered into the bathroom to chat with her while she was soaking in the tub, something I did often. I had a proposal for her.

I was uncharacteristically hesitant to speak at first. In fact, I’d been rather quiet for hours, and I know my perceptive wife noticed.

“Are you going to tell me what you’ve been brooding about all day?” Heather asked as she reached out to give my shoulder a wet squeeze. “You don’t usually keep me in suspense.”

I turned and kissed her hand. “Sorry about that. I just wanted to make sure I was certain about this before I even brought it up.”

“This sounds intriguing.” Heather sat up, and it was hard for me (pun intended) to stay focused on the conversation as I watched droplets of water roll off her breasts.

“You know how people sometimes use anonymous surveys for research?”

Heather nodded.

“Well, I’m thinking I might want to take a more personalized approach to my topic.”

“What do you mean?”

I took a deep breath. “I was hoping you might be a first-person investigator and do some fieldwork.”

Heather smirked. “Sexual fieldwork? Are you getting sick of me?”

“God no. But hear me out. I want to examine what makes a person act out a fantasy — and explore why some fantasies only stay in the mind.”

“So are you saying you want to hear more about some of the crazy things I’ve done?” Heather winked at me and pulled her hand away to slowly caress her breasts before reaching under the bubbles — right between her thighs.

“That’s part of it.”

Heather smiled and arched her back as the rhythmic movements of her arm hinted at her erotic actions below the water.

“Oh, fuck. I love it when you touch yourself.”

Forget science — my erection was straining against my boxers.

“Focus,” Heather admonished, licking her lips. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

“I want you to act out a fantasy that you’ve never done in real life.”

“Oooh,” Heather moaned. “That sounds fun.”

I tried to snap back to work mode, but no dice. Watching my stunning wife writhe as she got herself off short-circuited everything in my brain.

“Are your fingers in your pussy?” I leaned in and kissed her neck.

Heather moaned and nodded as she said, “Just one.”

“That’s not enough. Stuff that little hole. Open it wide, and get it ready for me.”

My wife flashed me a wicked grin and pushed away the bubbles with her free hand to give me a better view of the action.

“Better?” she asked breathlessly.

I saw she now had three fingers pumping away at her pussy. She always kept her cunt lips shaved smooth. But the little reddish brown triangle on her mound was like a miniature kelp forest patrolling the beautiful pink reef below. I exhaled and pulled her close for a kiss.

A few moments later, I scooped her out of the tub and carried my wet wife to our bed. We made love for the remainder of the night. But in the morning, while we were sitting down with coffee, I brought up the research project again.

“So, are you game?” I asked. “Would you be my field investigator?”

“You mean your test subject.”

“Well, you are a beautiful specimen.”

Heather sipped from her mug and grinned. “I must say I’m intrigued. What are the parameters?”

“We’re spending the holidays out West. What if we say you have unlimited freedom to explore during our trip.” I put my mug down and leaned in. “No strings, no judgments. You can take whatever dirty dream you’re willing to experience in real life and make it come true.”

“This isn’t some ploy to convince me to become a swinger, is it?” Her question shocked me, but I could tell she was dead serious.

“No, no — you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” I reached over and held her hand. “But if there’s something on your sexual bucket list that’s always been a fantasy and you’re open to experiencing it, I’ll help you make it happen. All I ask is that you keep a journal about it — and let me read it later.”

Heather looked intrigued once more. “Are you open to sharing in any of the experiences?”

“Yes.”

“Well, since we’re passing through Las Vegas…” Heather began.

“Go on,” I said with a nod as I squeezed her arm gently. “There’s nothing I would judge you for wanting.”

“I know,” Heather said, pausing for a long moment. “I was just reminiscing for a second. You remember me telling you about my old roommate who wanted to hook up, but I shied away?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, I’ve always wondered what it would have been like to have sex with another woman.”

Anticipation soared inside me as she continued.

“If you’re open to it, Vegas has some beautiful women — escorts, that is — and I’d love to have one of them lick my pussy, so I can finally feel what it’s like when a girl does it.” Heather shrugged and blushed a bit after making her confession.

Her words gave me an instant hard-on as erotic pictures flashed through my mind.

“That sounds amazing,” I told her.

My wife smirked and knowingly reached down to cup my erection under the table. “Your enthusiasm is palpable. Why don’t you put it to good use and see who’s available to play with me?”

“Can’t that wait?” I groaned. “There seems to be a more urgent need.”

Heather reached into my boxers and caressed my shaft. “That feels very urgent,” she whispered in my ear before kissing her way down my neck.

Right there in the middle of the kitchen, she knelt before me and said, “I want you to tell me what you want to see me do with another woman while I suck you.”

Heather pulled up the hem of her chemise and revealed she wore no panties. Then she touched herself as she took the head of my dick in her mouth.

I tried to speak, but my voice caught in my throat as I felt her swallowing my shaft. All attempts to oblige my wife’s request for commentary were short-circuited by the electric pleasure I felt.

She pulled back and exhaled, laughing when she saw my flushed face and desperate expression.

“Mmmm, looks like someone needs to fuck me right now.”

“In your ass, please,” I whispered, helping her up.

“Maybe,” she teased, turning around to flash me her pale behind. “If you can catch it!”

She laughed and sprinted for the bedroom, and I followed her.

She positioned herself on her hands and knees, and first I lapped at her pink folds and beautiful rosebud. I grabbed some lube to slicken her up even more and eased the head of my dick past her anal ring.

Heather moaned, and I asked, “Is that good?”

“Oh, yes,” she said, sliding a finger into her pussy.

“I’d love to see your pussy filled with a hot girl’s strap-on while I fuck your perfect ass.” I gave her butt a playful slap.

“Yes, please!” Heather groaned as I slid deeper into her.

We both lost ourselves in pleasure as I stroked in and out of her snug hole, while her fingers wriggled inside her pussy.

It wasn’t long before I made my wife come, her anal walls clenching around me as her orgasm hit and the juice seeped out of her pussy. I felt my hot load threatening to burst free, so I pulled out and decorated her beautiful ass with strands of pearly spunk. We collapsed together, panting and satisfied.

I wish I could say the days flew by until our trip to Vegas. But I don’t think I have ever had so much anticipation for an erotic encounter. This was special, though. Not only was I going to get to see my wife make love to another woman. It was also going to be the fulfillment of one of her long-held fantasies, and that made the concept extra exciting for me.

After I’d researched some reputable sources for quality escorts, my wife and I sat down together and went through some of the ladies’ profiles to select the perfect person. I commented when asked for an opinion, but I left the final decision up to Heather. This was her fantasy, after all.

“A blonde with big boobs is classic,” Heather mused. “But I want someone with an edge.”

“Oh yeah?”

“I like her.” She pointed out a champagne blonde with a pixie cut. She was wearing high heels, nylons, and a leather jacket — and nothing else.

The woman’s name was Pearl — or at least that was her name on the site — and we sent her an email to connect.

Much to our delight, Pearl responded enthusiastically, saying she loved working with couples and definitely enjoyed first-timers like Heather. When our holiday break finally rolled around, I don’t think I’ve ever been so excited to get on a plane.

After Heather and I landed and settled in, we got dressed and took a cab to an upscale club where Pearl had agreed to meet us. I think I was more nervous than Heather. But she and Pearl connected instantly. I ordered the three of us a bottle of champagne and kept the glasses full while the ladies laughed and talked.

“Brian,” Pearl said, slipping her arm around my wife. “I don’t say this lightly. But you might be the luckiest man on earth to have landed a woman like her.”

“I know I am,” I replied, raising my glass.

Heather giggled. “You’re both making me blush.”

Pearl ran her hand through Heather’s hair and said, “Well, let’s finish this round, and I’d like to do more, if we’re all on board?”

Heather lit up like a Christmas tree. “You bet.”

“You ladies are in charge tonight,” I grinned, watching Heather slide her hand over to rest on Pearl’s thigh.

After we downed the last of the bubbly, we took a cab back to our suite. Heather wasted no time, though. During the drive, she and Pearl began making out, with me sandwiched between them.

As hot as it was to witness my wife flirting with and kissing another beautiful woman, I didn’t want to interfere. This night was all about Heather’s desires and fantasies, so I tried to hold back until I was actively invited to participate.

Once we got to the room, Pearl pushed Heather down on the bed and got on top of her. As I saw their tongues dancing together and witnessed their raw sapphic heat, I was as much aroused as I was out of my depth. There was a whole other side to Heather’s sexual being that I would have never guessed existed.

Heather reached around and unzipped Pearl’s dress, revealing the blonde’s black lace lingerie.

Pearl unhooked her brassiere and dangled her large enhanced breasts in my wife’s face as she said, “Go on, I know you’ve been staring at them all night.”

Heather laughed, but then got very serious as she began to suck and tease Pearl’s nipples.

“Mmm, that’s good.” Pearl cooed at Heather, who looked very pleased with herself.

“They feel really nice,” my wife said as she fondled her new friend’s boobs.

“Let’s see yours.”

Pearl slid down Heather’s skimpy dress straps to reveal her perky tits. My wife gasped as Pearl pinched and teased her sensitive nipples. Then the blonde worked her way down Heather’s stomach and raised the hem of her short dress. Her fingers slid underneath my wife’s sheer pink panties, and Heather moaned.

“Someone’s so very wet for me already,” Pearl murmured.

The blonde glanced over at me. I nodded with approval and said, “She’s hot for you.”

Pearl peeled off Heather’s panties, and my wife spread her thighs wide before the other woman dove in.

I’ve always enjoyed eating out my wife, but watching Pearl work was a master class in how to please a woman. I moved closer to the bed to take it all in and make as many mental notes as possible.

Pearl’s tongue prodded and probed, and then danced. And she knew exactly when to suck Heather’s clit and where to stroke along her slit.

“I’m gonna make her squirt,” Pearl said, glancing over at me. I was probably drooling like an idiot.

My wife has always been juicy, but I’d never believed she could squirt!

I watched as Pearl fingered and teased Heather until her creamy skin flushed red like I’d never seen before. And then Heather’s entire body shook as a torrent of girl juice gushed from between her legs.

After her first female-induced squirting orgasm, Heather looked blissfully exhausted. Pearl held my wife and stroked her softly as she came down from her orgasmic high. I figured we were going to call it a night, but happily my wife had other plans.

“I hope your cock is exceedingly hard and ready for us both,” Heather said with a smile. “I told you — on this trip I wanted my pussy eaten by a hot girl,” she said, pausing to kiss Pearl. “But I also want both my holes stuffed, too.”

“I love a woman who knows what she wants,” Pearl said, and then to me, “You better give it to her!”

I responded, “How could I ever say no?”

I immediately dropped trou and joined them on the bed, where Pearl and I sandwiched my wife for another round of wet orgasms.

With Pearl’s unyielding strap-on and my overexcited dick, we went at it until sunrise.

A couple of days later when we arrived back home, Heather handed me a small notebook and said, “Here you go.”

“What’s this?”

“My field notes. You asked for a written account, remember?” She smiled and gave me a kiss. “I sure hope your memories are still fresh, though.”

“You bet they are,” I chuckled.

“I’m going to draw a bath. You can come in later and tell me what you think.”

As my wife headed to the second floor master bathroom, I opened the notebook to find only two sentences:

“While the experience of fulfilling this longstanding fantasy was immensely pleasurable, further studies are needed. I suggest we do Vegas again in the spring and commence intensive DP sessions immediately.”

I heard the water running above and closed the book. Research or not, a hot new chapter had just started in our marriage, and I couldn’t get up the stairs fast enough to be part of it.