Penthouse Uncensored V by Penthouse International Page B

made no sign of objecting, Ross decided to go for it. He turned back to Heather and ran his hand lightly up the inside of her thigh. Heather closed her eyes and spread her legs even further.
    Encouraged, Ross tossed caution to the wind.
    Slowly sliding forward on his stool, he inched his hand higher and made contact with Heather’s hot, wet box. Heather emitted a low guttural moan. He then started to gently caress my wife’s lovely pussy. He inserted two fingers into her cunt and began to massage her clit with his thumb. Heather was hot as fire. She began to rock back and forth on his fingers, riding them as if they were a hard, throbbing cock. The juices flowed over his fingers and dripped onto the faux-leather chair. Within minutes Heather was in the throes of an intense orgasm. She threw her head back and grunted loudly. Her cries of passion were so loud, I was afraid a crowd might gather in front of the store.
    After Heather had settled down she stood, straightened her clothes, thanked Ross and walked away. I soon followed.
    I met Heather down the hall from the store. Without saying a word, we hurried to the parking garage and climbed into our minivan. I lay her down on the back seat, dropped my pants and draped her long legs over my shoulders. With one swift thrust I buried my diamond-hard cock in her wonderfully hot canal. Neither of us lasted more than three minutes before we simultaneously came.—
J.F., Minneapolis, Minnesota

IT TOOK BEAUTIFUL STRIPPERS TO EXPOSE HER PASSION FOR HIM
    I have been an occasional reader of your magazine for many years. Like many of your letter writers, I didn’t think I’d ever have the opportunity to write a letter of my own. As a married thirty-five-year-old with children, I thought my glory days were over; but on one September day, I was proven wonderfully wrong.
    I work at a franchised national chain in a middle management position. One September day I had to go to a meeting in a large city with another manager from our firm. The other manager is a beautiful lady in her early thirties. In spite of her beauty, I had never considered trying anything with her because I knew she was happily married with a nice house, a sweet dog, a two-car garage and all the other accouterments of a dull but happy life.
    Sioban and I had a good relationship at work but other than an occasional collision in the hallway, we had never had any physical contact. I must admit, however, that I treasured those encounters and had often dreamt about how things might develop from these encounters.
    Anyway, on the day of our trip, I went to pick Sioban up at her house at six in the morning. The city was about three hours away so we had to get an early start. As I pulled into Sioban’s driveway, she walked out of her front door, looking as beautiful as ever. She was wearing a light blue dress that fit rather snugly around her ample bust and waist line, but was loose and flowing below her waist.
    She got into my car with a big bright smile and a grand good morning. We headed for our destination chatting about our work, our mates, vacations and various other safe subjects. All of a sudden, though, Sioban asked me if I intended to visit the strip joint that all of the other men in our office frequented whenever they got the chance to visit the city. I was actually kind of shocked by this comment and I just laughed it off by saying, “Yeah, right!”
    Shortly thereafter, we arrived at the hotel where our meeting was to take place. As we walked in through the huge front entrance, I kept picturing how nice it would be to have a private meeting with Sioban in one of the hotel rooms.
    The meeting was pretty much a standard affair. It ended with a buffet lunch, but Sioban and I blew it off and decided to eat somewhere a little more interesting. We proceeded downtown to an old building that had recently been converted into a series of shops and eateries.
    The restaurant we chose had an old-world ambiance and great food,