My husband and I read Penthouse together every month, and I’ve always wondered just how many of the letters in “Forum” are actually true.

Now I know that really exciting things can happen to everyday people like Kyle and myself.

I’m 34 years old, have been married for 12 years, and we have two sons, ages seven and nine. My husband and I are also best friends and enjoy a good sex life. All this makes what happened last night very curious, but wonderful at the same time.

It was a Friday, and Kyle thought it would be fun to take the boys to a hockey game. With no school the next day, they could stay up a little later than usual. Besides, I was looking forward to a little quiet time by myself so I could get caught up on household finances, balance the checkbook, and so forth. After Kyle and the boys left for the game, I poured myself a large glass of wine and went up to our den to crunch some numbers.

I’d been working at the computer for about 45 minutes when I noticed through the window that a light had come on in a second-floor room of our next-door neighbor’s house. The two houses are at the end of a cul-de-sac with lots of big old trees around, and it’s always dark at night, even when there’s a full moon.

Ted and Donna, our neighbors, are a little older than Kyle and I, but we are good friends. They too have two children, a 15-year-old boy in high school and a 19-year-old daughter, Alicia, in college. I could see through the window that the light was in Alicia’s room.

I turned my attention back to the computer screen, occasionally glancing out the window. After a few moments, Alicia walked past her window. Apparently having just come from the shower, she was in a bathrobe and her hair was wrapped in a towel. I don’t know why, but I stopped working and just sat there watching her. She turned toward her dresser, which is against the far wall of her room, and faced its large mirror. Unwrapping the towel from her head, she released her long blonde hair and started to brush it.

At that point I realized I was staring at her and I felt a little embarrassed. I took a sip of wine and tried to go back to work paying the bills, but my gaze kept drifting back to Alicia’s window. By now she had brushed out her beautiful hair and fastened it back into a ponytail that reached halfway down her back.

I wasn’t prepared for what happened next, or for my reaction. As I watched like a Peeping Tom, Alicia untied her robe and slid it off her shoulders. She tossed it on the bed and stood naked in front of her mirror with her back to the window. My breath caught in my throat when I saw how lovely she was.

It had been a couple of years since I’d last seen Alicia in a swimsuit, and she had grown into a stunning young woman. She’d spent two years on her high school swim team, was now on the college team, and it showed. Her shoulders were broad and firm. Her smooth back narrowed into an impossibly thin waist and her bottom was round and firm. She had long slender legs, and her entire body was toned with just a hint of muscle.

I was staring now, and I could feel myself getting excited. Suddenly I realized that my ceiling light was on, and that if Alicia happened to look out her window she would be able to see me spying on her. I went to the switch and flipped off the light. When I got back to the window, she was bent over looking through one of her dresser drawers. My mouth had gone dry, and as I took another sip of wine I wished I had a pair of binoculars to get a better view of this beauty. I scolded myself for being such a voyeur, but that didn’t stop me from watching and getting more excited by the minute.

Now I remembered that my husband, who is something of a photography buff, keeps all his camera equipment in the closet in the den. Telling myself that this was all pretty silly, I stole into that closet and grabbed the biggest telephoto lens my fingers could find. Fumbling in the dark, I snapped it onto one of Kyle’s cameras and hurried back to the window. As I tried to focus the camera, I giggled at a mental picture of myself accidentally setting off the flash and giving myself away. I double-checked that the flash was turned off, turned my attention back to Alicia’s window, and hoped that she was still in her room.

When I finally got the thing focused, the scene was perfect. I could see much more detail of Alicia’s lovely body, including her bikini tan lines. In her mirror I could just about make out her small breasts and tiny nipples. She removed some items from a drawer and shut it with her knee. Then she picked up something pink and started to step into it. A hot flash went all the way through my body as I realized that she was trying on panties.

Alicia pulled the thin waist straps high on her hips until the effect was as if someone had drawn a circle around her waist with a pen.

She stood there for a moment, looking at herself in the mirror. Then she turned around to assess herself from behind. Her body was turned toward the window as she looked over her shoulder at her reflection. This gave me a breathtaking view of her from the front. My hands started trembling, making it difficult to watch through the camera, so I took a stack of books from a shelf, piled them on the desk, and rested the camera atop them. I adjusted the lens again, and now had a perfect hands-free view of Alicia’s show.

No longer feeling guilty or silly, just aroused, I continued to watch as Alicia tried on three of four panties‹blue, floral, white, and red. Each time she would look at herself in the mirror from all angles and then take the panties off and try the next pair. Finally she selected a rather flimsy-looking black

fabric. As she slowly pulled it up along her legs, I could see it was a thong. Breathlessly I watched as the tiny strip of black lace snaked its way between those firm round cheeks and then disappeared.

Alicia pulled the thin waist straps high on her hips until the effect was as if someone had drawn a circle around her waist with a pen. She stared at her reflection for a long time before she turned around to see how she looked from behind. When she did this, I could spot the tiny black triangle of fabric barely covering her pubic area. I whispered to myself, “Yes, very nice,” hoping that somehow my silent but approving vote might count.

Alicia turned to face the mirror again, and, with her hands on her hips, twisted ever so slightly from side to side, obviously pleased with the way she looked. I certainly was. I wondered who was the lucky young man Alicia was dressing up for. She really looked hot.

My neck started to get stiff from peering through the camera’s viewfinder.

As I rubbed my neck, I saw Alicia’s hands begin to move across her hips. Slowly they slid down the front of her thighs and up to her crotch. Oh my God, I thought, this is too good. Her fingers pressed into her panties and then

slowly traveled upward to caress her small breasts. She gently squeezed

and pinched her nipples, and before I knew it my own left hand began to sneak up under my sweater.

I found my nipples already hard, and I proceeded to pinch and twist them.

My right hand went to my crotch and I began fondling myself through my jeans. Through the camera lens I could see, by way of the mirror, that Alicia’s right hand had gone inside the black lace and was buried between her slightly spread legs. In a flash, she slipped off her panties and threw them aside. Fully naked now, she considered her reflection in the mirror as her fingers delved deep.

I felt a tiny orgasm tingle up from my pussy and along my thighs. Knowing myself as I do, I knew that the “big one” wasn’t far behind, so I quickly unzipped my jeans and shoved my right hand against my sopping-wet hole. My middle finger slid easily in, and I scooted forward on the chair so I could spread my legs wider and have better access.

Alicia was really getting into it now. She was bent forward, supporting herself with her left hand on the dresser while the fingers of her right hand dug deeper inside herself. Then, suddenly, she spun around and leaned back against the dresser, feet wide apart, her toes barely touching the floor. She held on to the dresser for dear life with her left hand while her right was practically a blur.

I could see the muscles in those beautiful thighs tensing and releasing as her hips rocked steadily back and forth. Her chest glistened with sweat and heaved with breaths that came in gasps. I had reached the point of no return myself. I slipped a second finger into my juicy slit and started to stroke hard and fast.

Alicia’s head flew back and her mouth opened wide. For a second I thought I heard her moan, but realized that it was me. A shattering orgasm began to tear at me from a place deep inside that I didn’t even know I had. My head fell down onto the desk, the camera fell over, and I was pounded by wave after wave of pleasure.

I lay there for a while gasping for air, with my right hand still buried in my panties, sweat dripping from my face. Shakily I raised my head, replaced the camera, and squinted into the lens to see how Alicia was doing. She was sitting on top of her dresser, wiping the sweat from her face, chest, and arms with one of the pairs of panties. Then she slowly slid off the dresser and stood up. Her legs appeared to be weak from the ordeal as she stepped over to her bed and picked up the bathrobe.

She put on the robe, tied the cord, and I could see her let out a huge sigh. As she walked past the window, she stopped to draw the curtain closed. Just before she did, she paused and looked out in the direction of my window. I froze as she seemed to look right at me. As Alicia’s curtain slowly pulled shut, I thought I saw her wave