Letters to Penthouse IV by Penthouse International

about the whole thing, and that, plus Stan’s stupor, assured me he wasn’t onto us.
    I excused myself to take a piss, which I did loud enough to let Stan know I was out of the room. Then I came back into the living room and stood well behind his chair to get a ringside seat for the show.
    She began to rock her legs back and forth to the beat again, and this time her cunt was well exposed. I was on the edge and wanted more. With my hands I signaled Sharon to really spread them, and as she did, her fuzzy outer lips blossomed like a pink rose. She shot a beaver that would make any man like to blow his wad.
    She was really into it now, and I couldn’t believe it when she reached down and pulled up her shorts so that the inch-wide crotch of the cutoffs was clear over on the inside of her thigh.
    My beautiful little bride’s pussy was spread completely open to the summer breeze drifting through the windows and her plump ass was swaying back and forth with the tune. I was really digging it and massaged my stiff prick through my bulging pants. Just then Stan started to stand up, and I dodged back into a bedroom. He took a piss, and when he came out, he said he wanted to run back to his apartment for more booze. I told Sharon to drive him because he was too stoned. As he followed her bouncing buns out to the car, I saw him reach in his pants and resituate his stiff little bulge.
    When they came back, Sharon suggested we go to Stan’s apartment to watch the fireworks being put on by the local community.
    It was quite a show, especially inside the screened porch. This time my wife decided to show off her firm little tits. As she propped herself up on her elbow while stretched out beside Stan, her loose gauzelike blouse fell aside, revealing her beautiful right breast and swollen nipple.
    As the fireworks exploded, she said, “Did you see it!”
    She rolled over on the back and put her head on my knees so she was partially sitting up. Her bulging left tit stuck out like a spotlight in the semidarkness of the balcony. She turned to Stan and said, “Do you see that one?”
    By now the poor bastard was letting out little groans as if he were coming. Sharon climbed up on my lap, and we melted in each other’s arms and kissed deep and wet. My hand pushed aside the little strip of cloth covering her cunt, and my fingers were buried in steaming hot pussy. Her pubic hair was dripping with her juices.
    Stan excused himself and headed for the bathroom. Sharon and I decided he was coming down from his high, and we agreed to split. We rushed home, and as she threw her clothes off, I dived into her pussy, eating and fucking all night.—
Name and address withheld
    LOVING WIFE LAYS OTHERS AS HUBBY WATCHES
    My husband and I have one of the most unusual and successful sexual relationships imaginable, and I want to share our story with your readers. I am an extremely attractive woman in her early thirties—in fact, I am a well-paid model of high-fashion clothing—and my husband is a handsome, athletic man with a successful business organization.
    During the last five of my seven years of marriage, I have been fucked by more than thirty different men, yet I have never once been unfaithful to my husband! You see, my husband’s biggest turn-on is to watch me fuck other men—and my biggest turn-on is to let him watch me doing it.
    If someone had told me five years ago that this life-style would be my key to sexual ecstasy, I would have thought that person to be a lunatic. I was brought up as a strict Catholic. Until I began fucking other men, I believed that sex was of minimal importance, except for making babies. Before I got married, I’d never masturbated and never had an orgasm. I’d had sex with only two men, on four occasions, and I’d hated every minute of it!
    During the first two years of my marriage, I didn’t come close to climaxing. Eventually, my doctor told me that my fallopian tubes had never completely developed, and that I