Letters to Penthouse XIV by Penthouse International

blouses open to show off her breasts more than before. At our place in the country, she would usually wear short shorts or tight jeans with halter tops in warm weather. She seemed to be going braless a good deal of the time, too. A few times when we were out in the country on a warm Sunday, I noticed that she would be wearing a skimpy sun dress and nothing else. Her nipples frequently got stiff from brushing up against the dress’s material. When we were in a local restaurant for lunch on one of those Sundays, I noticed several guys at a table near us looking our way. Diane smiled back. It even seemed at one point that she had crossed and uncrossed her legs so that they could see that she wasn’t wearing undies. Diane didn’t say anything about them.
    A month ago, the kids and I were at our city home for the weekend. Diane had gone up to the country place on Friday morning. Diane said that she had to meet with a client whose office was in a town on the way to our country home. I planned to go up on Saturday afternoon. The kids had stuff to do in the city, and Diane’s parents, who live down the street from us, were going to look after them. But on Friday afternoon, the appointment I had for that Saturday canceled out. I arranged with my parents to keep track of the kids on Friday night and decided I’d leave after rush hour and surprise Diane.
    I approached our country home at about nine o’clock that night. To my surprise, I saw a number of other cars parked out in front. Instead of going up the driveway, I left my car about a hundred yards down the road. I had some binoculars in the trunk and went to the hillside overlooking our home. I got a clear view of the living-room window, a bedroom window and our hot tub.
    When I looked through my binoculars, I saw Diane and the three guys whom I had noticed at the restaurant a few months before. Diane was dressed more provocatively than I’d ever seen. She had on a very short, tight black skirt that barely covered her ass, a pair of fishnet stockings, high-heel sandals and a sheer black blouse covering up a lacy black bra. The guys were wearing jeans and T-shirts and looked quite well-built. It seemed as if there might be music playing because Diane was swaying back and forth as she served hors d’oeuvres and drinks.
    One of the guys got up and put his arms around her, grabbing her ass as they began to dance. He pressed tightly up against her as she gave him a deep kiss. I was shocked. I watched as Diane proceeded to dance with each of the guys. They didn’t hesitate to squeeze her ass or touch her breasts. The dancing stopped for a moment until Diane started to strip for the guys. She undressed for them slowly, and she went up to each one to let him feel her breasts and rub her cunt. I noticed that she had trimmed her bush to a small, neat triangle. She then encouraged them to undress. They all had huge erections. She bent down and licked each prick but did nothing more. Instead, she led them to our hot tub. Once they were outside I could hear them as well as see them.
    One guy was mentioning how much they missed Diane during the week. She said, “I don’t think your wives feel the same way.”
    Another said, “But they don’t know.”
    Diane looked over and said, “I’m not so sure about that …”
    There was a lot of groping going on in that hot tub. Diane has sensitive breasts and really gets off when they are rubbed just the right way, and it looked to me as if that’s what happened. They were in the tub for about fifteen minutes. After they toweled off, they wasted no time in moving to the bedroom.
    From my perch I could see everything they were doing. I noticed that one of the guys had a video-camera. Diane started out giving one guy a blowjob while another guy ate her out. The third guy started filming them. They soon switched and let the video guy get a blowjob while the first guy started giving Diane head and the third guy took over handling the video. No