Free Letters to Penthouse XXII by Penthouse International Page A

for the intermission. He pulled his pants on, gave Caitlin a quick kiss and dashed out.
    I pulled back and hid behind the door so he didn’t see me as he left, Then I walked into the office. Caitlin was still spread-eagled on the desk with her skirt hiked up around her waist. When she saw me she sat up with a sly smile, knowing I had been a witness to her satisfying infidelity.
    Knowing the stud would be busy for the next fifteen minutes, I promptly dropped my pants and followed Nathan’s example, plunging in and pumping her wildly. Caitlin was pleased to get such a vigorous fucking from me so soon after having been serviced by another man.
    Aroused beyond description, we both came in five minutes. Then we kissed each other lovingly and she thanked me for allowing her to have the experience. I thanked her for being such a sexy, provocative wife. We both agreed that it was a tremendous performance at the arts center that evening, and now make Caitlin’s cheating and my watching a regular part of our sex life.—
O.P., Madison, Wisconsin

APRIL’S UNDERWEAR MODEL
    There she was, the hot young woman I had lusted after for years, finally sitting completely naked in front of me. There was only one small problem. I couldn’t touch her, since we were separated by a glass partition.
    I had first noticed Connie about three years ago, when she started working as a waitress at a club near my office. She was everything I could have asked for in a woman—tall, with long red hair and the type of body you generally only see in skin magazines. She was slender, with huge tits and long powerful legs that led up to an ass designed by an Olympian sex god.
    I was too intimidated by her stunning looks to ask her out. But I secretly lusted after her as I watched her as a waitress in her short skirts. After the club went out of business, I lost track of Connie for a few years. Then one night, I was pleasantly surprised to see her when I walked into a local strip club.
    I was in heaven as I watched her dance clad in nothing but a G-string and a smile. I was even more surprised when she recognized me and came over to talk to me after she got offstage. After that night, I became a regular. She always had a smile and a few minutes to share between dances. Then one night when I came in she wasn’t there. I asked the doorman, but he either didn’t know where she was or didn’t want to tell me. The other strippers were equally not helpful.
    For six months I kept coming back to the club, expecting to see my fantasy girl, but she never showed. I stopped going, too frustrated. Then I got a girlfriend, April, and she was more than enough to keep me occupied. But always in the back of my mind there was Connie.
    One day, coming home from a late night at the office, I passed by the club and decided to check it out for the hell of it. I was pleasantly surprised to see that Connie was back, doing what she did best. After coming offstage, she came over to talk to me.
    I asked her where she’d been hiding herself, and she told me that she had been working modeling lingerie. She told me that I ought to come down to see the place. She promised that if I did I would get a show out of her that I would never forget.
    That night I went over to my girlfriend’s apartment and fucked her with unusual energy. She wondered what had made me so horny, but I kept my lips zippered shut—and fucked her again, just to divert her mind. The next night I decided to take Connie up on her offer. I came after hours as instructed, and the sexy stripper let me in with a comforting smile.
    She showed me into the modeling studio that was made up of one room separated by a glass partition. My side of the room contained a comfortable chair and not much else. Connie appeared on the other side of the glass where there was a small stage with pillows scattered about. It was like some kind of a sex show, only meant to be respectable, because it was in a chic downtown store.
    Connie started