My husband and I have been married for two years, and about a year ago he started bringing home Penthouse — rather furtively at first, I must say, as I suppose he didn’t know what my reaction would be.

Anyway, one night I caught him admiring one of your Pets and it obviously pleased him, so naturally I felt a little jealous. We talked it over, and when I realized that the poses of the girls really turned him on, I began to think seriously about it. I certainly wasn’t going to take second place to a photograph, however beautiful the girl (and may I say that your models are lovely?).

As it happened, for our holiday this year we went to Copenhagen. We both became a little tiddly one night and ended up at a sex show in one of the less reputable areas of the city. Surprisingly enough, I thoroughly enjoyed it, though it is generally held that women are not as excited by visual stimuli as men are. The girls — and men — were all attractive, with good physiques, and I think it was their honest enjoyment of sex that led me to overcome inhibition and watch with fascination. We saw strippers, lesbian couples, people masturbating each other with vibrators, and coitus and cunnilingus performed in many different positions.

After a while, I noticed that my husband was very aroused, and I teased him about it, saying that I could do better than any of the girls. That night back at our hotel, we made love with more enthusiasm than we had in a long time — and that’s saying something!

As it was our anniversary the next day, I decided to give him something special. The next morning, under the pretext of going to the hairdresser, I went to a sex shop and bought some rather erotic lingerie — a purple satin open bra and matching crotchless briefs. When I returned, my husband was out, so I spent a pleasant half hour trying on my purchases and adopting different poses in front of the bedroom mirror. I remember thinking to myself, God, if this doesn’t give him the biggest hard-on of his life, nothing will.

That evening after dinner, I suggested an early night, and while my husband was getting undressed, I went into the bathroom and “dressed to kill,” so to speak. I’ll always remember the look of rapture on his face as I came into the bedroom — I had on the bra and briefs, plus a tight white sweater that emphasized my figure and a wide leather belt. I consider myself not bad-looking for 31, and I certainly did full justice to the sweater, which was a size too small. I had been feeling not a little randy for some time, and inhibition was scarcely a problem.

I paraded around for a few minutes, wiggling my hips and cupping my breasts in my hands, while all he could do was stare in pleasurable amazement. Then I proceeded to grind my hips, standing by the bed just out of his reach, and slowly pulled off my sweater. By now, I was enjoying it almost as much as he was, and the sight of his erection standing up like a harbor bollard told me I was doing all right. I knelt on the bed and held out my breasts for his admiration, using a few four-letter words by way of encouragement. When I took off my bra and draped it round his penis, I thought he was going to come right then and there.

Anyway, to make a long story short, it led to the longest and most excruciatingly pleasurable lovemaking of my life. I have never felt so much of a woman as that first night I gave him a show, though we have done it many times since. I’m convinced that if more wives would let themselves go in this way, even once in a while, prostitutes would be out of business. I can certainly recommend it to any married couple, and the sensation the wife experiences in arousing her husband like this is a pleasure in itself, not to mention the tumultuous lovemaking it’s bound to provoke. If you print this, we’ll both be looking forward to reading other wives’ comments and their suggestions. Need I say where we’re going for our holiday next year?