I still remember being left in stunned silence when Trish, my neighbor from two doors down, said to me that day, “Listen, Dorothy, if you haven’t had two men at the same time, you’re really missing out.”

I should explain that for the first five years Christopher and I were married we had a fantastic sex life. He wasn’t one of those “slam-bam-thank-you-ma’am” guys. Each time we made love, he made sure I went to sleep satisfied. Recently, though, both our jobs became more stressful and we’d found it more difficult to find quality time for each other. Our sex went down from daily to twice a week, if that, and even then seemed robotic.

When we finally talked about it, Christopher suggested that maybe buying a sex magazine would stimulate us. I had my doubts, and the next day when he brought Penthouse Letters home I thought he just wanted to look at some naked women. But then I read a couple of the letters and saw the photos of all those men with nice hard cocks, and I became interested. We started reading a couple of letters each time we made love, and it was like when we were first married!

Three weeks ago I had a girls’ night out with three neighbors, all in our early 30s. We went to a club and had a few drinks and even danced with a few guys who asked us, but that was as far as things went. The guys were sexy and everything, but I had no interest in fooling around on my husband.

At one point, while the other girls were dancing with guys, I was sitting at our table drinking and talking to Trish and she mentioned that she’d been turned on when she felt the hard cock of a guy she was dancing with pressing against her belly. I asked jokingly if she was thinking of cheating on her husband, and she floored me by saying, “It’s not cheating if he lets me do it.”

When she saw my shocked look, she explained that she and Raymond have an open marriage. She can sleep with any man as long as she tells him all about it when she gets home. She giggled and said, “That usually makes a real tiger out of him, and he fucks me senseless while I tell him how naughty I’ve been.”

It took awhile for this to sink in. When I asked Trish how many men she had slept with since she got married, she said, “You mean in ten years? I couldn’t begin to count. Let’s just say that every man’s built differently, and each of them uses what God’s given him differently. Raymond and I do it as a means of livening up our sex lives.” That’s when she said, “Listen, Dorothy, if you haven’t had two men at the same time, you’re really missing out.”

We left soon after that, and all the way home I replayed Trish’s comments in my head, along with several of your letters involving husbands who let their wives fool around. That really got me worked up, and when I walked in the house and found Christopher still up, he sensed right away that something was wrong.

At first I said I was just tired, but he saw through that. When I slipped in bed with him, he asked again what was bothering me, and I told him Trish’s revelations. When I was done, he told me that Raymond had told him about their open arrangement six months earlier while they were golfing. I asked why he hadn’t told me, and he said he thought I wouldn’t approve.

We talked about it for some time, and Christopher said that whatever Raymond and Trish were doing seemed to make them happy together. When I asked if he wanted to do that, he hesitated, then said, “Not really. But sometimes when I’m reading those letters in the magazine, I picture you with someone else. That’s why I get so turned on.”

I was in shock! Christopher fantasizing about me sleeping around? I said, “You picture me with other men?” And he said, “Yes, and if you don’t believe me, feel my cock.” I reached under the covers and felt his thick seven-incher, hard as a rock. My mind swirled, and as I tried to take it all in, my nipples started to ache and my pussy started to juice up.

We didn’t make love right then, but we spooned, and I felt Christopher’s hard cock pressing against my ass, and he gently squeezed my aching nipple. In the middle of the night I woke up and felt his cock, though soft, still pressed against my ass. I rolled over and wrapped my hand around it, and it sprang to life. He woke up, and we started kissing, and before I knew it we were making love like newlyweds!

I was on top, and while I rode Christopher, he told me to picture that I was riding another man’s cock. He kept saying it, and I got so aroused that I went crazy and had a wild orgasm before he unloaded in my pussy. We fell asleep in each other’s arms after the best sex we’d had in months.

The next morning, a Thursday, Christopher reminded me that he and Raymond had a golf outing Saturday and he wouldn’t be home till after seven. He suggested I do something with Trish, so that night after work I called her. She suggested I join her shopping.

Saturday morning, since it was going to be a hot day, I put on a denim miniskirt and a white tube top. When I walked over to Trish’s, right after Christopher left, she greeted me wearing tight white shorts and a white tank top. The way that her ample breasts were swinging as she walked, I knew she wasn’t wearing a bra.

We hopped in her car, and while she drove she said she needed to stop at a friend’s house. We pulled into the parking lot of an apartment building and she led me to the second floor and knocked on a door. A blond Adonis in his early 20s opened the door, and Trish gave him a big open-mouthed kiss, during which his hand clasped her breast. When they broke the kiss, Trish said, “Dorothy, this is Mitch.”

Mitch ushered us into his living room, where I was surprised to see three just-as-gorgeous guys about the same age sitting on a large sectional couch. Mitch introduced me to Douglas, Ryan and Carl, like him university grad students. I looked nervously at Trish, and she took my hand and said, “Christopher told Raymond to have me set this up for you. Call him if you like. If you don’t want to do it, that’s okay, but I’ll tell you, these guys’ll blow your mind.”

I grabbed my cell phone and called Christopher, who said, “Hi, honey, do you like Trish’s surprise?” I asked him if he really wanted this to happen, and he said, “Yes, and I hope you’ll tell me every sexy detail when we make love tonight. My cock is tearing a hole in my pants right now just thinking about it. Look, we’re teeing off so I’ve got to go. I love you, and enjoy yourself.”

Mitch saw me staring at my phone and asked if I’d like something to drink. For the first time in my life I asked for a drink at nine o’clock in the morning.

When Mitch handed me the wine I’d asked for, he said, “Trish told us this is your first time, so we’ll be gentle.” As I stared in his sparkling blue eyes, I found myself gulping my wine down thinking, Well, if this is what my husband wants, then fuck yeah, I’ll do it, and I’ll enjoy every second of it! And looking at those four gorgeous guys, I thought of myself as one of those bawdy married women in your letters!

I sat on the couch with Douglas on my right and Carl on my left. Mitch sat in a chair across from me with Trish on his lap. His eyes seemed to focus on my tube top. I glanced down and saw that not only were my nipples visibly pushing out the stretch material of my tube top but that my areolae, which become very dark when I’m aroused, were also visible through my top.

Mitch reached in a drawer of the coffee table and pulled out a couple of joints. He lit one and took a hit on it, then gave it to Trish. She took a hit, then offered it to me. I had smoked pot a couple of times in college, so I took a hit now, hoping to calm my nerves. Then I took a second hit and started to mellow out. I passed the joint to Douglas, and it continued making its way around the room.

Trish and Mitch started making out, and in a couple of minutes he had her tank top pushed up over her beautiful breasts and his mouth was clamped to one of her nipples. I was feeling heat, and the next thing I knew, Douglas had his arm around me and Carl’s hand was on my knee. I looked to my right, and Douglas gave me a short, tender kiss, and then another kiss with his tongue pressing against my lips.

I opened my mouth, and Carl’s tongue ran circles around the inside of my mouth. As I tasted his saliva, my tongue began dancing in his mouth. I moaned as our kisses became more urgent. I felt Carl’s hand sliding up and down my thigh, so I opened my legs and he started massaging my mound and clit. Douglas was still kissing me, and God, could that kid kiss!

Now Douglas, while still kissing me, pulled my tube top down to my waist and began caressing my boobs. When that kiss ended, I heard Trish grunting and looked over and saw her kneeling on the floor, totally naked, with her mouth bobbing up and down on Mitch’s cock, which looked really thick and long. At the same time Ryan, completely naked, was kneeling behind her, ramming his cock in her pussy!

I looked back at Douglas, who was working my aching nipples into a frenzy. I pushed his head down toward my breasts, and when his mouth touched my left nipple, I gasped. As he sucked on it, electrical jolts surged through me! At the same time, Carl moved to pull my panties off — and I raised my ass to help him!

When Carl had the panties off me, I spread my legs really wide and slumped down in the couch, and he promptly got on the floor and buried his face in my trimmed cunt, licking my slit and paying tingling attention to my clit. He started probing my pussy, using his tongue like it was a cock.

I was squirming wildly on the couch, and all of a sudden felt a tingling sensation sweeping all through me. It was an orgasm the likes of which I hadn’t had in ages. As I shook like crazy, I let out a shriek. It felt like it would never stop!

I was still aware of Trish groaning and then Ryan grunting as he came inside her. When I finally calmed down, Douglas suggested we go in the bedroom so I would have more room to enjoy myself. On the way there, he and Carl both started removing their clothes, and I let my skirt and tube top fall to the floor. Trish called out, “Have a great time now, girl!”

In the bedroom I got a look at their cocks. Douglas had a nice thick one, and Carl’s, though not as thick, was a little longer. My mouth watered in anticipation of having them both inside me.

The three of us got on the king-size bed, with me in the middle. I started alternating kisses with them, and they explored my body with their hands. When Douglas realized I was ready, he suggested that Carl make love to me first, with his thinner cock. I said, “I don’t care who goes first. Just give me some cock before I explode!”

As Carl moved between my outstretched legs, I pulled a pillow under my head so I could watch his cock as it slid in me. He said, “God, you have a big clit!” Which is true. When I’m aroused, it pokes out like a big pencil eraser and is extremely sensitive to the touch. When my husband makes love to me in doggie position, the continuous rubbing of his cock on my clit can make me come like crazy.

Carl wagged his cock at me, then started pushing it in me. I gasped for air. His cock was about as thick as my husband’s, but it was an inch or two longer, and when it was buried in me, the feeling of stretching me was so amazing that I clamped my calves around his ass and held on tightly so he couldn’t escape.

Carl started thrusting and said he’d never felt a pussy so warm and wet. As he got his rhythm going, I pulled Douglas’s cock toward my mouth. I stroked it several times, and when a drop of precome appeared, I licked it off. I only wished there’d been more of it!

I started sucking Douglas’s thick cock as best I could, and judging by his moaning, he seemed to like what I was doing. As I sucked him and Carl pounded my pussy, I had a sudden wicked realization that I was being just like one of the women in a Penthouse Letters letter! Now that I’d had two cocks at once, I knew what a thrill it was. I would have to apologize to Trish!

I didn’t last much more than a couple of minutes before I felt that tingling sensation washing through me again. As I came, I yanked Douglas’s cock out of my mouth and screamed. That set him off, and he sprayed come all over my face and boobs. In turn, the rapid clamping of my vaginal muscles set Carl off, and he groaned loudly as he rammed his cock deep in my pussy and I felt his load gushing in me. While I lay there, I heard Trish screaming orgasmically in the living room.

When Carl finally withdrew from my pussy, he flopped down on the bed next to me and we kissed. As we did, I was reaching behind me and stroking Douglas’s cock back to life.

God bless youth! In just a couple of minutes I was rewarded with a very hard cock in my hand. I rolled on my back and told Douglas to enter me. He crawled between my outspread thighs and started sliding his fat cock along my slit. That really stoked a fire in my belly. I gasped when he pushed into me, because I’d never tried to take anything that thick in my pussy. As he pushed in deeper, I moaned my delight. “Oh God, baby,” I gasped, “you’re so thick, you’re making me feel like you’re going to split me apart.”

Smiling, he replied, “You can take it, sweetie. And wait till you feel Mitch inside you. The girls don’t call him ‘monster’ for no reason.”

Douglas’s balls slapped against my wet ass as he pumped very slow strokes that had me screaming for more. He had my pussy stretched so wide that his cock was rubbing my exposed clit. I was going wild! Carl, not wanting to be left out, was feasting on my nipples, which drove me even wilder. Finally Douglas sped up his thrusting, aiming to put me out of my blissful misery. I loved feeling his fat cockhead stroking the walls of my pussy while my clit got worked over like never before. I felt a hard push, and his balls slapped against my wet ass and remained there while he unloaded in me.

Douglas collapsed on me, and we kissed repeatedly between gasps for air. Then he said, “You are one great fuck, lady! I’d do you anytime.”

I smiled and said, “I sure hope so.”

Suddenly we heard clapping! I looked toward the doorway and saw Trish, Mitch and Ryan standing there. Trish, soaked with sweat and covered with love bites, with come dribbling down her inner thighs, said, “We heard all the noise in here and wanted to see the action. You were hot, girl!”

As they all came in the room, I saw Mitch’s “monster” — only half-hard, it was hanging more than halfway to his knees, and it was thicker than Douglas’s cock. I wanted that thing in me, no matter what!

Trish saw where I was looking and reached for it. “Yes, this thing is unbelievable,” she said. “I just love it.” She suggested that Douglas and Carl come back to the living room with her and leave Mitch and Ryan to have a turn with me. Nobody objected, and Ryan and Mitch, both grinning broadly, were soon surrounding me on the bed replacing Douglas and Carl, who followed Trish into the living room.

Ryan didn’t waste any time, reaching for my boobs and gently caressing them, paying particular attention to the hard nipples. When he lowered his mouth to them, I pulled him tight to me. The kid really knew how to suck a tit! Now I had a good idea who’d given Trish those love bites! Soon enough he was giving me one. Meanwhile Mitch had moved down to my sodden cunt and was pumping several fingers in as well as sucking on my clit. I pitched in by humping his face.

After a while Mitch moved up, and I was able to look over Ryan and see his huge cock hanging from his groin. It looked so big, I thought I couldn’t possibly take him. But lust won out. I reached down and pulled my labia wide apart, and he moved up and I felt his giant cockhead pressing against my entrance.

Seeing me holding my breath, Mitch smiled and said, “I’ll go slow. It won’t hurt.” He pushed just the head of his cock in, and I felt like I was being opened up with a baseball bat. With just the head resting inside me, I repeatedly gasped “Oh God.” Finally Mitch began pushing deeper, and as he did so, I was surprised to feel something like total sexual bliss. My pussy was being stretched so, I had doubts that it would ever return to its normal size! Poor Christopher might not be able to feel anything when he fucked me afterwards.

It took awhile for Mitch to get his whole cock in me, but I relished every second. Once I felt his big balls touching my ass, I was in cock heaven! I couldn’t quite believe I’d managed to take that whole thing in!

Mitch started to pump in and out of me in long, ever-so-slow strokes. The ridge of his cock sliding back and forth massaged my vaginal walls, and his shaft was massaging my clit like Douglas’s had. He must have taken me for a half-hour, but finally I felt an urgency in his body and an increase in the speed of his thrusts. My head was flailing side to side, and I was babbling nonstop. Suddenly, I felt his cock contract and begin to pulse inside me. As I finally exploded, seeing stars, I grabbed his ass with both hands to pull him as tight as possible to me.

When Mitch was spent, he lay gently on top of me kissing me, and I really hoped that would never end. Finally I heard a loud sucking sound as his limp cock slipped out of me, and he dismounted from me. If he thought he was going to get away with fucking me just once, he had another think coming!

Ryan, meanwhile, turned out to be more of an ass man, and the fact that his cock wasn’t as long or thick as the other guys’ made him a perfect fit for the job. It was a treat having not just Mitch but later either of the other guys lying on his back with his cock in my pussy while Ryan pounded my ass.

As the orgy proceeded, I found myself hearing Trish telling me at the bar that I had been missing out on life.

She and I didn’t leave until almost 11 that night. I was covered in dried come from head to toe, but Trish wouldn’t let me clean up because Christopher had told her he wanted to see his “naughty wife” in “all her glory.”

My legs were so sore that I was walking gingerly as I approached my house. On opening the front door, I found my husband sitting naked in the living room with a towel in one hand and his cock in the other. When he saw the come in my hair and all over my chest, he groaned and said, “Oh God, you look beautiful!”

He took me in his arms, and we kissed like a pair of teenagers. He commented on the love bites on my neck, and I replied feebly that he should just wait until he saw my boobs and pussy.

We went to our bedroom, and Christopher stripped me and set me on the bed. Even though he had obviously been masturbating up a storm while waiting for me to come home, his cock was hard as steel. When he saw my raw labia and my dilated pussy with come dribbling out of it, he let out a groan, then buried his face between my legs. He gave me a rousing oral work-up, then mounted me. My pussy was sore, but I wanted to have my husband fuck me.

As he slid his cock in me, Christopher said something about my pussy feeling kind of loose. At that point he asked me to tell him everything that had happened, and I did, in graphic detail that still shocked me, but not him! As I told him about the guys taking me again and again, he became a sexual tiger, fucking me wildly while I tried my best to clamp my vaginal muscles around his cock. Eventually I began to feel his cock again, and I loved it!

When my story-telling got to the part about Ryan taking possession of my ass, Christopher pulled out of my pussy, rolled me over and said I still had come leaking out of my butt. He eased his cock in my still-lubricated ass and eventually added another small load.

So it all worked out. Trish and I have gotten together again with “our boys” — once at their place and once at ours, where Christopher not only got to watch but recorded the whole show. After each episode he was once again a sexual tiger. And he urged me to write you this letter, in appreciation for all that you’ve done for us!