I have often wanted to write to Penthouse, but never had what I thought was a worthy story — until now.

I have been married for 20 years to Tina, the same wonderful girl I met in high school. Before you roll your eyes, hear me out. I should tell you that I’m in good shape and have a very fertile imagination. My wife is as hot as she was when we first met, perhaps even more so because of her experience.

If our friends knew the truth about our sex life, they would be both shocked and envious. Tina and I play all kinds of games; acting out each other’s fantasies is our favorite. Tina has closets full of sexy clothes, costumes, toys, and restraints. There are a thousand worthy stories in those closets, but none more exciting than this one.

We needed a vacation badly, and a trip to Cancun sounded great. Tina let me pack the outfits I wanted her to wear. She told me she had a surprise planned for me the second night and that I should pack a little black dress for her. I picked out one of my favorites; halter style with a full flair, and very short. It was the kind of dress she would rarely leave the house in. I also packed black platform shoes and crotchless panty hose. I barely managed to close the suitcase.

We arrived the next day, which we ended with a late-night walk on the beach, where we made love. The next morning I could not stop thinking of her surprise. The night before, she told me that she had made reservations at one of the finer strip clubs, and that she was going to make me very happy.

That night she wore the little black dress and we took a cab to the club. She looked sexy and knew it. Her lithe body floated under the dress. Her breasts strained at the fabric. I could barely contain myself, and Tina didn’t miss an opportunity to tease and flirt.

When we arrived at the club we were told to sit anywhere we liked, and if we saw a dancer we really liked we could take her into a private room where there were no rules. I paid little attention to the instructions because I was being pulled deep inside the club by Tina, who had already set her sights on a table close to the stage. She planted a lingering kiss on me and grabbed my cock. Ordering drinks, I looked around, taking in the scenery. I almost forgot for a second that I was with my wife.

“Do you see anything you like?” she asked. Her beautiful big brown eyes sparkled with lust. When she gets that look I know she is up for just about anything. “Well, yes,” I said, looking deep into those eyes. I turned my attention back to the stage and the vision that had just possessed me. This vision was tall and lean with big, shapely breasts. Her hair was midnight black and fell almost to her ass in a ponytail. Her lips were full and her eyes were dark and exotic.

“I can see how much you like her,” Tina whispered in amusement, and walked up to the stage. The proud pony bent over to talk to her. For the first time I saw the dancer smile, a warm Latin smile that belied her hauteur. The two women talked for a while. I saw my wife laugh, then slip a few dollars into the girl’s G-string. Looking around the club, I suddenly realized that Tina was getting the attention of a lot of horny men, though she hardly seemed to notice. When she returned she smiled at me and whispered into my ear, “We can take Sonya into a private room if you like.” I could hardly contain my excitement.

We ordered another round and Sonya joined us when she finished her set. Up close she seemed a little shy. After a little chitchat Sonya asked, “Would you like for me to dance for you and your lovely lady in the private room?” There was a brief discussion of money, and then she took Tina’s hand and started to walk toward the back of the club. For a moment I just sat there in awe at the sight of this tall Latin beauty leading my pretty petite wife off into the dark. I caught up to them as they entered a dim hallway and stopped at a door.

We followed Sonya inside. The room was small, with mirrors all around and a cushioned bench that Sonya motioned for us to sit on. She danced just inches from me and wasted no time pressing her breasts against my chest, tempting me to kiss, suck, and fondle them. She wrapped her arms around me, and I got lost in her dance.

Tina was watching with a smile. “Can I touch you?” she asked Sonya, who nodded yes. Tina stroked and kissed Sonya and then me, pawing at my now painfully contained erection and whispering in my ear. It was like a dream.

I asked Sonya to please dance for my wife. She writhed and pressed against Tina, whose small delicate hands traced the outlines of this stranger. Tina planted kisses on Sonya’s belly, thighs, and breasts. I knew I could no longer restrain myself. I pulled Tina to me, up off the bench. She and Sonya danced slowly together, with Tina’s beautiful pert ass right in my face.

Sonya could not see me as I released my throbbing cock. I ran my hand under Tina’s skirt and slid first two, then three fingers inside my wife’s hot chamber. She was very excited. It took only a few flicks of my fingers against her clit to make her come. The pressure of my fingers caused her to press slightly harder against Sonya, whose hands were trailing up and down my wife’s back and in her hair. I was desperate for release. With my hand still warm and wet from Tina’s orgasm, I stroked my cock. I knew I would come soon, so I gently pulled Tina down on my straining rod. I slid in and pressed my hips up to completely bury myself in her. Her moisture poured over my cock. She gasped and ground her hips down hard on my tool. I knew I would come soon, but I was unsure how our dancer would react to this new level of intimacy. Sonya’s blazing eyes caught mine as I thrust deep into Tina. She pressed down on Tina’s shoulders, her breasts cupped in Tina’s hands. That was too much for me. I exploded. My powerful orgasm pumped shot after shot between Tina’s tight muscled walls.

I was unable to move. Sonya kissed my wife on the neck, flashed me a smile, and gracefully left the room. Tina turned and gave me a passionate kiss that drained the last of my strength. I was overwhelmed. “Thank you. That was amazing, and you were incredible,” I said. My wife smiled, looking deep into my eyes. I knew it was love that had made this night possible.