I used to work in a large science museum in the Southeast. Many of your readers probably think that would be a boring job, but I thought it was interesting, and I got to meet many beautiful women.

The museum has a ladies’ auxiliary whose members are, for the most part, the young and bored wives of doctors or lawyers. Many of these women are gorgeous and the objects of many masturbatorial fantasies, but they are also very aloof and unavailable. The museum director’s wife is probably the most beautiful woman of the bunch, but she is very conservative-looking in her business suits, with her long blond hair pulled back in a bun and her large breasts hidden beneath her clothes.

There is one woman, however, who is very friendly, and she is the primary subject of this letter. Frannie is about five foot five, with long blond hair that hangs nearly to her ass. Although her tits are small, her ass and legs are fantastic. Her high cheekbones, beautiful eyes, and succulent lips drive me to distraction each time I see her. Frannie gave the planetarium show every Friday night. I happened to be the person in charge on Friday evenings, so this gave me the opportunity to get to know her. Being average in looks and build myself, and having never been very successful in my love life, I never seriously considered the possibility of screwing this woman. Even when she told bawdy jokes and made ambiguous suggestions, I shrugged it off as my own wishful interpretation of her intentions.

One Friday evening I had been hanging around with a fellow curator, and then I began to make my rounds of the exhibit area. As usual, I stopped by the planetarium to chat with Frannie after her show. For those readers who’ve never been to one, a planetarium is a machine in a large domed room that projects stars and other special effects to simulate the night sky, or deep space. Frannie invited me in to hear some electronic music that she was thinking of using in her show. As I walked in, she closed the door.

She turned on the music and then asked if we should turn on the stars

as well. I said, “Sure, if you trust me alone with you in a dark room.” Frannie responded with some joke about not trusting herself alone with such a hunk. I laughed it off as sarcasm until her hand brushed lightly across my crotch as she reached for the control panel. My arm went around her waist and suddenly we were embracing and Frenching wildly. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. I have been reading Penthouse for years, but I never dreamed that a “Forum”-worthy experience could happen to me.

As we embraced, I drank in her alluring scent and luscious flavor. I licked my way down her neck as my hands gradually hiked up her skirt. She began stroking my hard dick through my pants as my hands slid inside her panties. Her ass felt unbelievably smooth and hot. As my fingers slid into her juicy slit, she unzipped me and pulled out my cock. She stroked it lightly as she slipped it into her mouth. I looked down to see her golden hair spread across my lap and her lips forming an O as they slid up and down my pole. I was sitting in a captain’s chair at the control console of the planetarium, with a bank of dials and switches wrapped around me — like the cockpit of a spaceship. Stars whirled overhead, and I felt like Captain Kirk, with the Queen of Venus between my legs giving me head. It was an incredible sensation.

Frannie was doing some amazing things with her tongue, and stroking my balls lightly. My cock glistened with her saliva in the artificial starlight. The sight and the sensation that turned me on the most was watching her rub my hard dick all over her beautiful face as she licked it. She seemed to be really working at getting me off now. When she slipped a finger into my ass, I began to approach orgasm. Just as I started to slip out of control, I became aware of another presence in the room. As my dick began to erupt, I looked up to see the director’s wife, Lonnie, standing behind Frannie. I was so far gone that I couldn’t have stopped even if we had just been revealed to a large audience.

Frannie pulled off at this point and, still unaware of Lonnie’s presence, continued to pump my dick for all she was worth, shooting great gobs of come over her shoulder. I was sure that some splattered on Lonnie’s skirt. Lonnie looked shocked and red-faced, even in that dim light. She turned and ran out of the room just as my dazed mind was beginning to register trouble. Frannie was still grinning and pumping. I began to reach for my pants as I explained to Frannie what had just happened. She became terribly upset, afraid that her husband would find out and that I would lose my job. Well, I was pretty certain the latter would happen.

I came to work the next morning prepared for the worst. Sure enough, there was a note on my desk telling me to report to the director’s office immediately. It looked like the end. I walked into the office to see Lonnie and her husband, Randy, the museum director. I felt pretty red-faced as I walked by her, but I was also a little turned on as I thought of her cleaning my come from her skirt. I was surprised to see Frannie there also. She just sat there on the couch, staring at the floor.

Randy started in on the expected lecture on professional behavior. After about 15 minutes, he paused, looked over at his wife, and said, “We were wondering if the two of you would like to perform for an audience this time.” My ears perked up at that moment. Frannie’s eyes were wide open, and now Lonnie was blushing and staring at her shoes. I said I was willing to try anything. Frannie said she was game and, although she seemed very nervous about it, I thought I detected a hint of a smile on her lips. Randy looked over at Lonnie as if to give her the go-ahead. She looked at us, smiled, and said, “Take off your clothes, both of you!” Randy got up, locked the door, and turned on a radio so the secretary wouldn’t hear us. Frannie and I peeled off our clothes, grinning at each other. I was getting really excited. My heart was pounding with lust. It really got me hot to think of prim and proper Lonnie staring at my ever-expanding dick, even though it did feel really strange to be nude in the director’s office. I b

egan to stroke my dick while staring her in the eye. Lonnie asked Frannie to get on her knees and begin where she left off last night. I felt my dick being engulfed by Frannie’s silky hot mouth while I watched Lonnie stroke Randy’s dick through his pants. She raised her skirt, and I watched with increasing interest as she slipped her hand into her panties and fingered herself. I couldn’t believe this woman was exposing herself to me this way.

The conservative and proper wife of the museum director was now spread-eagled on his desk, her cunt wide open to our view, and she was fingering herself furiously. My rock-hard member explored the depths of Frannie’s mouth while her tongue drove me to unimaginable heights of horniness. Randy fumbled with Lonnie’s blouse, and soon her enormous tits were hanging free, jiggling with her movements. Then Lonnie asked Frannie to suck off her husband as I crawled over between Lonnie’s legs. She humped her slimy flesh against my face until her juices dripped from my chin. The odor of her pussy was intoxicating, and I inhaled deeply, burying my nose in the hot, juicy folds. Then Frannie came over to us and swung her leg up and over Lonnie’s head. She promptly began humping away, and I had a beautiful view of these two women in heat.

Only hours before, I could never have imagined myself screwing either of these two women. I didn’t last long, and I pulled out so I could spray my come over those beauties. Great spurts of my white come landed on Frannie’s tits and stomach, and on Lonnie, too. Then I noticed that Randy was nude and beating his meat. When he saw me explode, he did, too, adding his juice to the shower. This fired up Lonnie even more, and she rubbed the gooey liquid onto her tits and into her cunt. Frannie leaned down to lick my dick clean, while Lonnie continued to tongue her cunt. Frannie said, “Ah, what the hell,” and dove into Lonnie’s pussy. Not long after this, the women came together with pussy-muffled screams.

We lay in a panting heap, reeking of sex and sweat. As we came to our senses, everyone showed a little embarrassment. It had gone a bit farther than anyone expected. We dressed and discussed the event, agreeing to continue these sessions at a future date. I walked out of the office wondering if I had been dreaming.