Letters to Penthouse XI by Penthouse International Page A

and drink, and before long Walt was kissing Renée's neck. She was having a hard time carrying on a conversation, and finally just gave up and gave Walt a long, hard kiss on the mouth. This amorous behavior and the wine were also having an effect on me. Soon Brian and I too were necking like teenagers. I was getting pretty hot, but I was still too modest to forget that there was another couple three feet away.
    However, the sounds from Walt and Renée were becoming too interesting to ignore. Brian was kissing me and letting his hands roam, but I opened my eyes just a little to peek. I watched fascinated as Walt undid Renée's bikini top and let it fall. He then kissed his way down her neck and licked her nipples. Her breasts were larger than mine, and very firm, with nipples that pointed slightly upward. I could see why Walt was getting so excited, and I was surprised that it was having an effect on me.
    The next thing I knew, Walt's swimsuit was beside the tub along with Renée's bikini bottom. He continued kissing down her body and gently lifted her and set her down on his lap, impaling her on his erection. As she slid down on him I imagined how it felt. Before long she was riding him for all he was worth, and between the two of them I thought they would wake the whole neighborhood. I continued watching, mesmerized. Suddenly Renée and I had eye contact, and I froze.
    Fortunately she was too far gone to care, and just smiled a satisfied smile. Brian, meanwhile, had gotten my top off while I was preoccupied with my voyeurism. He began massaging my hard nipples. He was not oblivious to what was going on, and tugged at my bathing-suit bottom. I didn't feel comfortable, right there in front of them, so I whispered that we should leave them alone to finish. We grabbed our towels and headed for the guest room.
    Brian's towel did little to conceal his excitement, and once in the room we were all over each other. It didn't take long for both of us to reach crushing orgasms. We were way too drunk to go home, so we stayed the night, though we didn't get much sleep!
    The next morning Walt and Brian acted macho, talking about football and not saying a word about the night before. Renée acted like it was no big deal.
    After breakfast we were alone in the kitchen. She said, “I hope you didn't feel uncomfortable last night. I've never done that before, you know, in front of anyone, but somehow I must have felt comfortable with you guys. Plus Walt just knows how to get me going.”
    I told her it was no big deal and that it wasn't like we thought they always did that. It just so happened that we were right there. She was great about it, and somehow it didn't seem all that weird.
    Anyway, Brian and I had several great sessions over the next few weeks thinking about that experience. About three weeks later, Walt invited us over again, this time mostly for him and Brian to watch a fight on Pay-Per-View.
    We arrived early and had a nice dinner. Again the wine flowed. After dinner, Walt checked the preliminary fights. As they were all running longer than expected, there was time to hit the hot tub.
    I got up and said, “I'll go change.”
    “Don't bother,” Renée said. “I mean, we're all adults, and after last month, I don't think we have any secrets.”
    So it was agreed. I still hid behind my towel as I slid out of my clothes and into the hot tub. We were a little more nervous this time, so we broke out a bottle of champagne. Soon I was feeling no pain, and being naked in front of our friends didn't bother me in the least. Feeling frisky, I started kissing Brian on his neck. Then we were kissing again, and a peek at Walt and Renée showed them getting into it too.
    There was noise from the TV in the house, and Walt said, “The fight is starting!” He turned to Renée and said, “This fight should only last a couple of rounds, so we'll be back soon.”
    He gave her a quick kiss, climbed out and grabbed his towel, but not before I