I am 26 years old, and up until a year ago would never have written to Penthouse, for the simple reason that I had never read your magazine.

I was at that time recently divorced from a very nice guy with whom I found I had no sexual affinity. Prior to marriage, I’d had very little sexual experience, coming as I do from a very strict family. Sex during my marriage had been so routine that, by the time the marriage ended, I was ready to explode. And that’s just about what happened after the divorce when I first met Justin at a nightclub.

Justin is a couple of years older than I, six feet tall, with piercing blue eyes, light-brown hair, and the sweetest, sexiest smile. From the moment our eyes met, it was lust at first sight. We started dancing, and our bodies just fitted together perfectly. I loved his smell, his gentle but firm hold on me, the solid feel of his body, and the aura of limitless sexual desire that radiated from him. Within minutes, I almost climaxed right there in his arms on the crowded dance floor.

When the music stopped, we went outside for some fresh air, and started kissing and touching each other in the shadows of the parking lot. We hadn’t spoken many words. When we finally did, I got a tremendous shock: Justin told me that he was married and his wife Nancy would really like me. My background didn’t include anything remotely related to a ménageà trois. But Justin seemed to imply that for me to get together with him and his wife was just a normal part of life. I thought he was crazy and backed away. He didn’t try to pull me closer, but in a calm, warm voice convinced me to take his phone number, just in case I wanted to see him again. I went to my car and drove away, frustrated, still feeling an incredible desire while thinking that my world had somehow just been turned upside down.After several nights of sleeping badly, I called the number Justin had given me.

A young woman answered in a cheerful voice. There was a short silence while I tried to figure out what to say to the wife of a man I was attracted to. Finally I said, “This is Sasha. I met Justin at a club on Friday night.” Nancy said she’d like to meet me, and that Justin had told her all about me. She said I should come over for a drink right away if I was free. “Soon I had pulled off her shirt and bra and was sucking on the swollen nipples protruding from her small, tattooed breasts.”

I took a quick shower, put on a little black dress, and did my makeup with as much care as I could, considering how badly my hands were shaking. When Nancy opened the door, I immediately understood why she and Justin made a great couple.She was barefoot and wearing a white T-shirt and tight jeans. As soon as I walked in, she kissed me on the mouth with her own lips slightly parted. I was so startled that I kissed her back without thinking. Like her husband, she smelled really good, and her soft hands on the back of my neck made me tingle. She led me by the hand into the kitchen, where she poured us each a glass of wine; then we moved into the living room. My heart was pounding. All the while, Nancy and I were really close, and her hair kept brushing against my bare arm and my face.

It was when we were sitting on the sofa that she told me Justin was out of town for a few days. “We’ll have a good chance to get to know each other, girl to girl,” she added. She pulled my face close to hers and kissed me again, this time slipping her tongue between my lips. The sensation was incredible, not only because it was a passionate kiss from another woman but also because her tongue had a stud in it.I just felt all my inhibitions disappear. I was soaring as I returned her kiss. We continued kissing while our hands explored each other. What was really amazing was that after the first few seconds I was more aggressive than Nancy was. The sexual hunger that had been starved by years of marriage overwhelmed me and made me want to possess this hot, sensuous woman in every way.

Soon I had pulled off her shirt and bra and was sucking on the swollen nipples protruding from her small, tattooed breasts. This was all such a new experience for me that I really tried to savor every second of it. I enjoyed myself so much that I didn’t get back to my own apartment for two days.

A couple of months after I met Nancy, I sublet my apartment and moved in with her and Justin. We now make a perfect threesome, and Nancy and I are fully bisexual and in love. We enjoy reading Penthouse together and take turns reading the “Forum” letters. We can’t wait to see if my letter makes it to your pages.

It would really give us an added thrill.