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forcing my
     cock farther into her warm tight ass. Once I was about halfway in she pulled away slightly, and then thrust back at me again,
     taking my dick completely inside her. Every inch of me was buried in that snug and squirmy ass. The sensation was like nothing
     I had ever felt before.
    Paula continued to rock back and forth, fucking my dick with her ass as I massaged her pussy with one hand and groped at her
     tits with the other. She was emitting little cries now, sounding like a wild animal, and I could feel the biggest load of
     my life building up inside me. I began fucking her as fast as I could until I exploded in her warm tight ass.
    After that we all had another drink, and then Carrie and I showered off and we went home. That was the most incredible experience
     I ever had, and I’m really not sure whether Art had meant all this to happen, or if it was totally spontaneous. All I do know
     is that it will be hard to top it when my own birthday comes up next month.
    —
E.S., Washington, D.C.
     

Our Readers Helped Ease Her Misgivings About Fooling Around
    Thank you,
Penthouse Letters
! But for your magazine, my wife would never believe that men actually get off on watching their wives fuck other men. This
     was in contrast with her initial response when I first raised the subject. It was the typical response I would expect any
     loyal wife to have: utter surprise.
    Though we have never strayed, I’ve been tempted, and until recently Stephanie didn’t have a clue. When I told her, she looked
     hurt—no, shocked. She almost cried. That is, until I assured her that it wasn’t about actually fucking other women as much
     as it was about doing something new and different and naughty.
    My wife is amazingly beautiful. I know all your letter-writers say that, but she truly is, inside and out. She exudes class,
     style, and beauty. At five-feet-six, 132 pounds, she’s curvy in all the right places. Her auburn hair frames her face and
     sets her eyes off magnificently. She’s a lady in every sense of the word, and I can’t stress enough, strange as it sounds,
     that the temptation I was feeling with other women wasn’t about the act of fucking them.
    Enter
Penthouse Letters
!
    I was at work and went to the bathroom. There was nothing else to read except a ragged old issue of your magazine. It was
     the wife-watching issue, to be exact. As I sat there thumbing through the magazine, looking at the pictures of the hot ladies
     that grace the pages (you do have some lovely ladies!), I realized it was the titles of the pieces that were catching my attention—all
     having to do with wives stepping out, going wild, having multiple partners, and—the one that turned it all around for me!—husbands
     watching their wives doing it with other men.
    My God, I wasn’t prepared for what I was reading. I certainly wasn’t prepared for the extremely hard boner that it produced.
     My cock was harder than I’d ever remembered, and getting harder still as I read some of those hot letters. I stroked myself
     to two amazing orgasms while I read a few of these stories.
    It was then I realized that this was what I needed—this was what we needed! After I cleaned up and caught my breath, I headed
     back to work, but I couldn’t get those new images out of my mind: images of my wife beneath some handsome stud, screaming
     out profanities (one of my favorite things) as he fed her his cock, slamming it into her creamy depths.
    Wow, I was getting hard all over again! Soon I realized there was no way I could concentrate on my work at hand, and called
     in to the main office and told them I was taking a half-day of personal time. With that, I ran out the door and jumped into
     my car. Naturally I knew my first stop would have to be at a convenience store, to pick up another issue of your wonderful
     publication. And it didn’t disappoint!
    Simply put, as I said, my wife had had understandable misgivings when I raised the