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On Friday night the restaurant was crowded. I walked the bar area twice without seeing them. Two happy-hour drinks later, they entered. He was about six feet tall, and sure enough, she was blonde, with a white dress and red shoes. She was about five feet six, with a perfect figure. I immediately started wondering why a beautiful woman like this would want to have sex while someone else watched. But I didn’t care. I stepped away from the bar and greeted them as they came up. We all smiled at each other. Without missing a beat, he turned her over on all fours, with her face directly in front of me. Her hair was a sweaty mess, About two years ago things changed. Laurie started getting stressed out and was moody all the time. She said everything was dripping hole. It was an amazing and intense feeling watching her face contort in wanton lust. She was obviously enjoying

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Bored with my somewhat mundane sex life, I decided to further explore my voyeurism. I made up some business cards advertising me as a voyeur, and asked the local porn video store to display them. The cards were on display for about a week when I received my first call, from a couple who said they wanted to make love while someone else watched. It seemed that I might be their man. However, we agreed that we should become acquainted first, and arranged to meet at a local restaurant to chat about our venture. I'm a student at a southern university. I do some work as a counselor in a local military youth auxiliary. Our cadets are high school seniors. Once a quarter we go on a weekend training bivouac. Our last trip was in September.

I had the bad sense to ask her if it was “that time of the month.” Big mistake! The shoe coming in my direction told me I’d The feeling was amazing. And watching her head bobbing up and down under the sheet only added to the stimulation. Then she

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Well, one beer led to another, and we talked about everything in the world. It was the best conversation I'd ever had. After about three mugs of suds, he asked me if I smoked. I could have had his stripes for asking me, but instead I asked him if he had any. He showed me a huge hunk of hash, saying it was from Turkey. “It's the best,” he added. All included for one low price! Get exclusive Access Today Already a Member? Sign in here for Penthouse Letters and More were both rising up the corporate ladder, and it didn’t bruise my ego that she was always a step ahead of me. Life couldn’t She didn’t miss a drop of my come, and even came up and kissed me right on the mouth—another first! night I wasn’t home I’d call her just before I went to bed and we’d say good night. I’d miss her and she’d miss me, and whenThis collection of letters is made to make you hot under the collar. How could it not with sex-filled sections such as: It was messy as hell, but it was still plenty enjoyable. And after her lover left, my wife rode me while replaying the experience

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that there wasn’t something more I wanted sexually. She didn’t wait for me to answer (not that I had an answer ready!), butSimply put, she said, she wanted to show me how things could be, how she wanted things to be. She only hoped that I would