Letters to Penthouse XI by Penthouse International

dress, with no panties or bra, while Lance put on his tux, with no underwear. When they began posing as dancers she felt what had to be an enormous erection pressed against her belly, which got her hotter than ever. When he put his mouth to her crotch, his tongue never touched her, but she felt his hot breath on her cunt and almost exploded. When she gripped his monstrous cock, she had to restrain herself from wrapping her mouth around it.
    Then came the scene where he was standing and she was appended to his body. He adjusted his prick to where it would actually be below her pussy, cradled in the crack of her ass when she mashed her groin against his. By that time, though, her pussy was so hot that she reached down and pushed his cockhead against her pussy lips, then thrust her groin against his. The breath whooshed out of her lungs as all nine inches of his cock went up her cunt.
    By then Lance was in desperate need too. He hunched at her as she worked her cunt up and down on his prick. Marty clicked away a mile a minute at the copulating couple before him. Lance walked her over to the bed and set her down on her back. Marty kept clicking, but by then they were totally oblivious to him. They were just plain fucking, a fast, furious, frantic fuck.
    As Marilyn described it, I looked at the last photographs again. Beads of perspiration were visible on both of their bodies. The picture of the two of them climaxing was not fake. Marilyn said Marty caught her look of blissful climax just as Lance came. When she climaxed, she felt him pulse in her and her pussy flooded with hot wetness. Marty selected the best picture of them coming together and destroyed the rest.
    The last picture, of her resting on top of Lance, was of them in afterglow. She said she slept for a few minutes on top of Lance. Then the men covered her and let her sleep for over an hour. When she woke up, they drove her home.
    I was rock-hard hearing my wife tell the tale of her adulterous photo session. I looked at the pictures of Lance fucking her and wanted to make love to her. I realize many people may not understand, but her pictures, what she did—it all turns me on more than I can express.
    Marilyn doesn't want anyone else to see the pictures, which I think is too bad because they are incredible! She said she didn't mind if I wrote and shared our story with
Penthouse Letters,
so I guess we'll all have to be satisfied with this much.—
S.K., Raleigh, North Carolina
    HER HUBBY'S PAL IS A HUNK, BUT SHE LIKES HIS GIRLFRIEND BETTER
    My husband and I have been married for about three years. I never thought that I would have any secrets from him, or that I would ever have an experience that could end up in your magazine.
    I am twenty-eight, and have worked pretty hard at keeping in shape. My breasts, while smaller than average, seem to fit my athletic body, and I've had no complaints. My husband is twenty-nine and also in great shape. Like most husbands, one of Brian's favorite fantasies is to see me with another woman. It comes up from time to time, and while I indulge him with talk in the heat of our passion, I really have no interest in being with another woman. At least that's what I always thought.
    Brian's best friend, Walt, has been single forever, and has always had good luck with the ladies. I've often been a little jealous when they go out together, but I trust Brian, and I try to keep him so satisfied at home that he would have no need to look elsewhere.
    Late last summer Walt invited us over for a barbecue. We barely knew his relatively new girlfriend, Renée. She was twenty-three, and as expected had a great body. She was also friendly, confident and a lot of fun. Through the evening we downed a couple of bottles of wine, and were feeling pretty good. We headed for the hot tub, nicely secluded in the corner of Walt's deck. Walt, of course, suggested that we all lose our suits, but I wasn't that drunk.
    Once in the tub we continued to talk and laugh