My wife and I frequently read your Penthouse Letters as a prelude to love-making.

Although some of the stories appear contrived and fake, the circumstances and situations of many others seem plausible enough to get us both well aroused. I, like many of your male readers, have particularly enjoyed the reports where a man watches or hears about his wife getting royally fucked by a handsome stud. Those scenarios where a husband watches without his wife’s knowledge are an even greater turn-on to me than those situations in which a husband and wife orchestrate something together.

Though my own wife may have occasional fantasies about such a torrid affair, she’s always been quite firm in stating that they are only fantasies, not anything she’d do for real. While Zelda is attractive, with a voluptuous hourglass figure, and is a skilled lover, she’s also basically the conservative mother of two young children and a woman who would not engage in any wild, illicit sex — or so I thought.

As a sales manager I am required to frequently take the proverbial out-of-town business trip. Recently I went away on business to the next state. I finished ahead of schedule, so I was able to get home two days early. Wanting to surprise Zelda and the kids, I didn’t call to advise them of my early return. I didn’t get home until 10:30 at night, well past our children’s bedtime. At the house a strange, expensive car was parked in front of our garage. I don’t know why, but something told me to go on down the street and park about a hundred yards away. My heart and mind were racing as it suddenly seemed that my own longtime fantasy was possibly being acted out for real. I snuck into the house through the garage and laundry-room entrance.

“After another torrent of orgasms, she must have told him to get on top. They switched positions, with my wife on her back, her bottom propped up on two pillows.”

After hurriedly checking that the kids were both sound asleep, I looked down the hallway to our bedroom door. It was tightly shut. We only shut it ourselves when we make love after the kids have gone to sleep. I took off my shoes and crept up to listen at the door. At first I couldn’t hear much of anything except some rustling, but then I heard my wife’s unmistakable breathing, which was getting faster and louder. A few seconds later Zelda let out a loud groan, signaling an orgasm that I imagined to be orally induced. When she calmed down, I heard a man’s husky, incoherent voice, urging her on.

Though in a state of shock, I was unbelievably aroused and dying to see what was happening. I tiptoed out of the house and around to our bedroom window. There, in the candlelit bedroom, my luscious wife was on her back, sixty-nining with some stranger. I couldn’t see his face at first, but the rest of him was tall, slender, and fairly well muscled. As this unknown stud conducted his oral ministrations on my wife, bringing her to several more orgasms, she sucked on his large, thick cock and fondled his heavy balls.

Then, as is Zelda’s habit after being orally satisfied, she rose up, pushed her lover onto his back, took his cock once again in her mouth, and gave him a final warm-up to fuck her, as if he needed it. I could see now that this mystery-man stud was quite handsome and around 30 years old. After sucking his large cock to maximum hardness, Zelda squatted over him, but instead of plunging down on him right away, apparently decided to tease them both a little longer by massaging his cock with her clitoris. The sweet agony lasted only about 30 seconds before she lowered herself onto his powerful dick and then began a slow, sensuous humping that soon had her screaming in ecstasy. They went at it for several more minutes, with him pulling her sexy ass toward

him with one hand and feeling her large, soft breasts with the other.

After another torrent of orgasms, she must have told him to get on top. They switched positions, with my wife on her back, her bottom propped up on two pillows. She grabbed his dick, inserted him again, and they got into a rapid thrusting rhythm that had her wailing with joy. After what seemed like one endless orgasm, she began tickling her lover’s balls and yelled at him to fill her up. He quickened his pace, flexed his back, groaned loudly, and shot what must have been a massive load in her. What a tremendously erotic scene it was.

I decided I’d better check in to a motel room to avoid any embarrassment for all concerned. I called Zelda the next day to say I’d be home early, to which she reacted as if it were no big deal. Horny as a deprived bull after what I’d witnessed the previous night, I couldn’t wait to get her into bed the next evening, but she tried to put me off, claiming extreme fatigue. I wouldn’t be stonewalled, so she offered me an unenthusiastic accommodation fuck. Even though her pussy felt really big and stretched (I wonder why), replaying the previous night’s vision in my head had me coming almost instantly. I’m looking forward to my next out-of-town assignment‹and early return.