Penthouse Letters December 2017 by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Format: epub

LETTERS WIVES GONE WILD They crawled onto the center platform, both with their backs to me. Of course, what I could see was already making my cock twitch: a voluptuous brunette wearing a silky pink kimono that highlighted her hourglass figure and a willowy blonde who was clad in a long, sheer black robe. The ladies settled into a pile of pillows, still denying me a good glimpse of their faces. Then the blonde turned, and I swear my heart stopped. Looking back at me was my wife! Our eyes locked. She tried to appear calm, but her wide-eyed stare betrayed her panic. My mind quickly mulled over what to do. Though I was shocked, I definitely wasn't angry. I had no intention of calling out my wife. To be honest, the idea of watching Miranda fuck another woman was pretty thrilling. The fact that a room full of strangers could look, but not touch, while I would get to fuck this woman later only added to the thrill. Miranda didn’t have anything to worry about. To reassure her, I offered a slow wink and she smiled. Then I settled deeper into my seat and prepared to relax and enjoy the show. By now a fresh tumbler of scotch had appeared on the table by my side. I took a mouthful of the rich liquor and let it roll over my tongue. Nothing had even happened yet, and already I was anticipating the release I would experience later when I finally got to fuck my wife-the sex star. The ladies onstage introduced themselves to the audience. My wife gave her name as Roxanne, and her friend called herself Desiree. After assuring the men that masturbation wasn’t only acceptable, but enthusiastically encouraged, both women slipped out of their robes. Miranda arranged herself so I had a perfect view. Reclining in the pillows, she parted her legs to reveal her glistening pink pussy. Desiree slid her hands from Miranda’s ankles to her thighs, spreading my wife’s legs even wider. She hovered over Miranda, playful nipping at her inner thighs. Then Desiree straddled my wife’s chest, facing the crowd and using her thumbs to part the lips of Miranda’s pussy. “Oh, Roxanne-you’re dripping wet’’ Desiree cooed. “Is it because of all these hot, horny men watching you?" Miranda loudly moaned, “Yes.” I knew my wife-1 could tell from her voice she was speaking the truth. My cock twitched in my pants. Desiree landed a sharp slap on Miranda’s pussy, making my wife’s body jerk. Pinning the audience with a sly grin, Desiree purred, “Well then, let’s get you off and give them a show." Desiree’s finger slid between Miranda’s sticky folds. The glossy evidence of her arousal slickened her swollen lips and made my mouth water. I could practically taste her juices, that musky sweetness I crave. I hadn’t noticed earlier, but at the edge of the blankets was a bowl of fruit. Desiree pulled a large banana from the bowl, peeled it and sheathed the bottom half with a condom.

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