Free Letters to Penthouse XXII by Penthouse International

slipped out the door behind him.
    A few minutes later I got up and followed them. I went out into the deserted lobby, not knowing where they’d gone. I listened for a moment and suddenly heard an all-too-familiar gasp, and a throaty moan. Who else could it be but my wonderful wife?
    I followed the female sex sounds down a hallway to a door. It was slightly ajar and I was able to peek in. Inside I saw Caitlin embracing the young stud that she’d left with. This was Nathan.
    He looked about six-two, was lean with a hard body and a great tan. He had short black hair that fell over his face in boyish bangs. He could easily have been a male model. I had imagined him hard to resist and in reality, he just had to be!
    And Caitlin wasn’t resisting in the least. They were kissing deeply and my wife had her back up against a desk, leaning back onto it. Nathan ran his hand up her right leg as they kissed. As I watched, he pushed her skirt up and felt her pussy. His reaction to finding a shaved quim exposed without panties was an immediate grin and a grunt of pure satisfaction. I pictured his stud pole rising just a little.
    She reasserted a lusty moan as Nathan leaned her back onto his desk, with her skirt hiked above her waist. He went to work. I was attendant to the theater of the aroused.
    Gaining a monstrous erection in my boxers, I watched as the stud’s wet finger slid in and out of her hungry pussy. She came loudly and he lost no time going down on his knees, pushing his hard, handsome face into that area that, at my suggestion, she’d left uncovered.
    She shrieked for joy as he lapped up her juices. I watched from the doorway as she writhed under him, while I was rubbing my hard dick in my trousers. Caitlin was crying out quite audibly, begging for more of what this stud had for women in general and her hi particular. I watched her face intently as she came over and over again.
    Finally, Nathan stood up, his face wet from my wife’s pussy juice. Caitlin had slumped back over the desk with her eyes closed. I watched Nathan drop his pants and expose his hard-on, at that moment outraged with desire. I was impressed to see that his curved boner seemed to be ten inches long and thick as my wrist. He was circumcised, revealing a cockhead the size of a golf ball. This guy was a horse of a fellow—truly a stud.
    Caitlin still had her eyes closed, as Nathan leaned over and kissed her. My heart sank but my own hard-on swelled as I heard my wife huskily whisper, “Fuck me Nathan, fuck me.”
    My naughty wife was clearly going beyond the limits that we had both set for her raunchy encounter, and expressly going against my request. I mean, see my point: orgasms galore, if you could find a way to have them (and she could!). But keep your love-channel free of complete invasion, I was telling her, but all in vain.
    But despite my jealousy at the thought that her tight cunt was about to be filled with another man’s cock, however magnificent, I was too aroused to intervene. I, too, wanted the show to go on, and pulled my dick out of my fly for better access.
    Nathan was equally impressed with the spectacle of the woman wide open before him. I saw the man guide his monster prick into her. At the moment of contact, her eyes snapped open and she exclaimed, “Yes! That’s right, lover! Oh yeahhhh!”
    Instinctively, Caitlin lifted her legs up and crossed them over Nathan’s back as he went to town on what I knew to be another man’s box. As he pumped in and out of her, she slumped back again and started moaning for dear life, grunting out orders for Nathan to probe harder and deeper. As he fucked her like a dog in heat, I stroked my cock, knowing I would ejaculate any time now.
    It wasn’t long before they both came, shaking and groaning. Not a moment too soon, I shot cream all over my hand at the sight of their bliss. They embraced and lightly stroked each other for a little while and then Nathan jumped up exclaiming that he was late