Letters to Penthouse XXI

by The Editors of Penthouse Magazine

  She reached up, pulled the pins from her hair and let her shoulder-length locks fall. Howard looked at me again, but I could offer no help. Jean continued, “This is my husband’s fantasy. I’m giving it to him.”

  He still looked totally lost. She reached up behind her neck and unsnapped the halter top. I watched it fall forward. Her small breasts were now free, and very hard. She slid the sheath over her hips, and the wisp of material we had called a dress lay at her feet. She stood in front of Howard in her thigh-high stockings, heels and pearls. I’m not sure I could have stood up if I wanted to.

  She dropped slowly to her knees in front of him. My heart was racing. If I’d been a few years older, I’d probably have had a heart attack. Her hands went to his belt and tugged at the leather strap, releasing it. I saw the reflection of the ten-year-anniversary band on her finger as she unzipped his pants.

  Howard obviously knew what was coming. He stood there with his eyes fixed on my pretty little wife in front of him. His pants slid down to his ankles, and his cock sprang free. He wasn’t hung like a horse or anything, but he was obviously very, very aroused. I don’t think he could have gotten any harder. I saw the veins sticking out from where I was sitting.

  Jean looked over her shoulder at me, flipped her hair off to the side so I could see her face and turned back to the side. Her tongue slid out and began to lick Howard slowly. He let out a guttural moan as she teased him and played with him. I wondered how long it had been since he’d had any. She kissed his cockhead and pulled back slowly. A thin line of precome spun a thread between them.

  His hand went back behind her head and entwined in her hair. She put the hand back on his hips and said, “Leave them where they are, or I’m done.” You wouldn’t have to tell me twice.

  She opened her mouth, and I watched his member disappear slowly between her lips. Her head slid back and forth in his lap. He was really enjoying it. What I’d never expected was how much I was enjoying it. I felt myself leaking in my pants as I watched my wife give the best blowjob of her life to someone else.

  Suddenly Howard stuttered, “Shit!” Jean jerked her head back. A much thicker strand of white now linked her tongue to his cock. It broke and lay on her chin. She licked the gob off the end of his cock. Then her finger scooped up the remnants on her chin, and she licked her fingers clean.

  “You almost lost it all there,” she said as she stood up. “I have other plans.” She slid her hand across his chest and slid his jacket down and let it fall to the floor. His tie followed, and his shirt was right behind. Well, I thought, this isn’t going to end with a simple blowjob.

  Howard was now naked in front of Jean, hanging sort of at half-mast. “This may be Noel’s fantasy, but there’s no reason we can’t enjoy it,” she said as she pushed him back on the bed. He was stiffening back up as he realized what was next. I swallowed hard as she kicked off her shoes and slid up him with one thigh on each side of him. I saw the tip of his cock inches from her opening, the hair around her ever so slightly visible.

  “Do I need a condom?” Howard asked.

  Shit, my heart leapt again. I’d been fixed after our third kid. We didn’t have to use birth control. Jean rotated her head slowly in a circle and just barely whispered, “No, it should be okay?”

  Should be okay!!! I thought. Should be—?

  Then it was too late. Slowly, she parted her legs, wider and wider, sliding herself lower and lower, the tip of his cock coming closer and closer until the head slid between her soaking lips and her head shot back like she’d been shocked. She stopped for a moment and slid her ass slowly forward and back, running his cockhead back and forth against her opening.

  Then without warning she pushed her thighs as wide apart as she could, and he slid all the way in. The room was deathly silent for a minute. You could probably have heard my heart beat. I heard Jean’s short, deep breaths as she adjusted to her first cock other than mine in many, many years.

  Howard’s hands slid around to hold her ass as she rode faster and faster. On each thrust she raised herself up so that just the tip stayed inside, and then rode it back down. His hands alternated between her breasts and her ass. She threw one leg over him and flipped herself over, so she was on the bed on all fours facing me, her hair falling over her face, her ass raised, her legs open.

  “I want to feel you from behind,” she said to him.

  Howard rolled over and used one hand to guide his cock back in her receptive insides. The other hand played with her hair as he fucked her harder and harder. She looked up at me, her face turning red, perspiration giving her body a damp sheen. I knew she was close. She smiled at me as she began to come.

  Her back arched, then sank, and she gripped the bed cover as tightly as she could. “Oh yeah!” escaped her lips as she twitched again and again.

  Howard didn’t let up, and she gasped faster and faster. He stopped and flipped her back on her back, with her head at the top of the bed. He knelt between her legs, his balls hanging between his legs as he lowered himself into her.

  She moaned the way I had heard her so many times as he slid all the way in. She raised her nylon-covered thighs, taking him as deep as she could, and he pounded away. She wiggled her ass under him, grinding herself against him. I knew she was enjoying having his balls rest in the crack of her ass. She began to come again and reached up and grabbed his head, pulling their lips together in a deep kiss as she kept coming.

  He broke the kiss and pulled her hands above her head, their fingers intertwined. He had to be close. His balls tightened up, and every muscle in his body tensed for a second before they relaxed. I knew he was shooting inside my wife, and if it was anything like when I’ve held back so long, he was shooting hard. She moaned as he pulsed again and again. White fluid oozed out around him.

  They rested, both breathing hard as they slowly recovered their energy. Howard rolled off and sat on the edge of the bed. Jean’s heels were nestled up next to her ass, and her thighs were open. It was quite a sight. Semen draining from her was slowly making a pool on the bed. Her pubic hair was matted and wet. Her chest rose and lowered slowly with each breath.

  Howard looked at me, then quickly slid on his pants, grabbed his jacket and shoes and left. Jean rose up, supporting herself on her elbows, looking at me. I stood up, hoping she would not see the stain in my pants where I had come twice just watching. I climbed on the foot of the bed between her legs and kissed first her knees and then the inside of her thighs.

  “Please don’t do that,” she pleaded. “I’m a mess.”

  “It’s my fantasy,” I said. “You said so at the start.”

  I lowered myself between her legs, smelling their coupling only inches from my face. Howard’s juice continued to ooze from inside her. My tongue traced the edge of her thigh. When it made contact with her lips, she whimpered softly. I traced my tongue down to the bottom of her opening and tasted their juices. The taste was a little different from what I expected. I’d tasted myself down there before, but this was different.

  I licked faster and harder. Her hands slid down and held her lips open wider. Her legs opened again. She began to tense again, and as she came, her muscles squeezed even more of him out to my tongue. She collapsed back on the bed, spent. I knelt and wiped the residue with my sleeve.

  I kicked off my clothes and slid in where my coworker had been only minutes before. She held me as I entered her. She felt wet, and very loose. I couldn’t last more than a few strokes before drilling her with whatever I had left. She reached over and kissed me, then put her head on my chest. She was asleep in a matter of seconds.

  As I lay there contemplating the night, I figured I was the luckiest guy in the world.—N.T., Cincinnati, Ohio

  FOR HER HUSBAND’S BIRTHDAY SHE CAME UP WITH A GIFT SHE COULD ENJOY AS WELL

  Carl and I have been married for four years. We’re both in our mid-twenties and love hot, wild sex, and we both love reading Penthouse Letters. I notice, though, that there don’t
seem to be many letters from wives who love watching their husband fucking another woman.

  It has always been a dream of mine to watch Carl fuck our neighbor, my best friend, Penny. She’s forty-five, but when we’re out together, people mistake her for my sister. She packs a pair of 36D boobs, shoulder-length brown hair and a cute round rear end. She loves dressing in tight, skimpy halter tops and short shorts, and I’ve watched many times as Carl drooled over her like a kid in a candy store. Even I admit I wanted to sample her sexy body.

  Carl’s birthday was coming up, and I wanted to give him a present he would never forget. Penny was over visiting when the subject of sex came up. She told me I was a lucky girl to have a man like Carl.

  “My husband is always too busy for me,” she said. “I’m so fucking horny all the time, and my dildo just doesn’t cut it anymore.”

  She confided then that she had the hots, not only for my husband, but for me as well. Before I knew it, we were locked in a passionate hug, and then we were kissing deeply. I nearly fainted as she tongue-fucked me. We both knew we needed each other, but I decided to share with my husband.

  When I asked if Penny would be Carl’s special birthday treat, she said, “Oh Connie, I’d love to, but only if I can do you as well.” I kissed her and said the three of us could fuck one another silly.

  On Carl’s birthday, Penny came over a couple of hours before he would be home, so I could decorate her as a special birthday cake. I took her to our bedroom and had her strip and lie on the bed. I had a hard time keeping myself from fucking her as I decorated her luscious body.

  When I was finished, she looked so festive! I coated her big boobs with white frosting, topped off with chocolate frosting on her hard, fat nipples. I coated her pussy with whipped topping and placed a couple of cherries in the opening of her steamy cunt. I placed a birthday candle on each of her nipples.

  As soon as I heard Carl at the front door, I lit the candles, then ran to greet him with a kiss. “Happy birthday, lover,” I said. “I have a very special gift for you.”

  I had him put on a blindfold. Then I led him to the bedroom. I said he could take the blindfold off, and as he did, Penny shouted, “Surprise! Blow out the candles and make a wish.”

  As he blew out the candle flames, he commented that his wish was coming true already. He and I both removed our clothes and joined Penny in bed.

  “Dig in, you two,” Penny cooed seductively. “You can have your cake and eat it too. In fact, this sweet cake needs to be eaten and fucked right now.”

  Carl and I together licked the white frosting off Penny’s firm breasts, then sucked on her chocolate-covered nipples like a couple of starving babies. This caused her fat tits to harden like rocks. Carl and I took turns lapping the whipped topping from her pussy, and each of us got to suck a cherry from Penny’s steamy fuck slot.

  She bucked and moaned as Carl began to eat her pussy. “Oh, eat me, suck my fucking clit! Harder, harder!” she cried over and over.

  As Carl sucked Penny’s cunt, I sucked his beautiful cock furiously to its full hardness. “Now, dear,” I said to him, “I want you to fuck this bitch, and fuck her good.”

  “Yes!” Penny screamed. “I need that big dick inside me. Please fuck me!”

  Carl got on top of Penny and buried his bone in her and began banging away at her like a jackhammer.

  “Please, please fuck me! Deeper, harder!” she urged.

  As Carl fucked her, she had a violent orgasm. “Keep fucking her,” I said to him. I began to French-kiss her and pinch her nipples, and her body rocked with excitement as my husband filled her honey hole with his semen. As soon as he pulled his meat out, I gave it a thorough licking. Once I had it nice and clean, I turned my attention to Penny. I buried my face in her love nest and stuck my tongue in her cunt.

  She put her hands on the back of my head and said, “That’s it, honey. Eat my cream-filled pussy. You love the taste of your husband’s come mixed with my sweet juices, don’t you, baby?”

  I got out a muffled yes. Fortunately, just as my own cunt was aching for attention, Carl began banging me like a stud horse. Soon Penny’s pussy juices filled my mouth while Carl shot off a load in my pussy.

  The three of us were sticky from all the frosting, whipped topping, and come and pussy juice. I went and showered. Then Carl and Penny decided to shower together while I fixed us all some drinks.

  When I heard the two of them fucking away in the shower, I began fingering my hot pussy to the sounds of their passion. Soon I was juicing like crazy.

  Carl and Penny finished “cleaning up,” and the three of us had those drinks. Soon she was on her knees between my legs, licking and sucking my swollen clit, and before long she was feasting on my sweet juices.

  This was too much for Carl. “I’ve got an idea,” he said as he rubbed Penny’s hot, firm ass. “Let’s double-team this sweet bitch.”

  “Oh God,” Penny said, “I’ve never been fucked in both holes at the same time. I’d really love to try it.”

  I put on my long black strap-on dildo and lay down on the bed. Penny mounted me, impaling her hot twat on my hard plastic dick. Carl coated his cock with baby oil and eased it in her tight bunghole. We fucked her slowly at first, then picked up the pace.

  “Oh fuck!” she screamed. “I’m so filled up! Please stuff my pussy, fuck my ass, drill me deep!”

  “We’re going to make you squeal, bitch,” I said as my own body was racked with convulsions. As Carl pounded away at her asshole, she came hard, collapsing on top of me. She kissed me.

  “Oh, baby,” Carl said, “this has been the best birthday ever. He lay down and soon fell into a deep sleep, with Penny in one arm and me in the other. Before she left the next morning, Penny put on the dildo and banged the hell out of my pussy and ass.

  Penny and I still get together every day, often fucking and eating each other. Carl joins in whenever he can. She has her birthday coming up soon, and we have planned a special treat for her. We’ve lined up some of his buddies from work to give her her fantasy of being at the center of a gang bang. I can’t wait to write you about her party.—C.L., Saint Paul, Minnesota

  TRUST A HORNY FRENCHMAN TO KNOW WHAT A HORNY GIRL WANTS—AND GIVE IT TO HER

  The phone rang. It was Thierry. He asked where my husband was. I said he should be home in a few hours. Thierry asked if he could come over. I said, “Whatever.” All of a sudden he started to talk about sex. I told him if that’s what he wanted, then don’t bother to come over.

  He said, “I’m sorry, I will not bother you about sex. It’s just that you turn me on so much. But I’ll bring some wine, and we’ll just talk until Vinnie gets home.”

  I said, “All right, but don’t you dare try anything.”

  He laughed and said, “Don’t worry.”

  Half an hour went by. The phone rang again. It was my husband, telling me that he would be home later than he thought. I told him that his best friend was coming over.

  He joked, “Do you plan to do something with him?”

  “I don’t think so!” I said, and hung up. The nerve!

  The doorbell rang. I let Thierry in.

  He said, “Hey, Denise! How are you? You’re looking great!” I rolled my eyes.

  He grabbed me and gave me one of his hugs. “I brought the wine,” he said, “and a movie, so we can relax. So where’s Vinnie?”

  I said he had called, and would be a little later than normal. We sat down, put the movie on and drank some wine. Half an hour went by, and I started to feel a little buzzed. Thierry and I were talking over the movie. The next thing I knew, he decided to jump me. He told me how much he missed having sex with me, and said he couldn’t control himself around me.

  I was caught totally by surprise. I didn’t expect this! I tried to push Thierry off, but stopped because I got so excited when he kept on saying how much I excite him. He took my underwear off, then his pants. He started to kiss my big boobs, and at the same time fingered me. Then
he teased me by putting me on top of him and rubbing his big curved cock on my pussy.

  Then he rammed it in!

  Oh my God, it felt so good! I started to come, so fast and hard, I couldn’t believe it. Thierry lifted me up and started to fuck me doggie-style. Once again he fingered me at the same time, and once again his big curved cock felt so good, and once again I came big-time.

  He put me back on top of him and rode me like a madman. I was about to have another big orgasm, and then Thierry came with me, filling me up with lots of come. After we had those giant orgasms together, I felt like I was going to faint.

  I looked at Thierry and said, “That’s what I like—when a man is forceful and can take charge sexually.” I said if he were just to ask me for sex, I would have said, “No!” But he just knew I wanted it, and went ahead and gave it to me, so I didn’t even have to think. What more can a girl ask for?

  The phone rang. It was Vinnie. I told him, “I’m sorry, but I did it.” He just laughed and said he was on his way home.—D.C., El Paso, Texas

  THEY SEEM LIKE AN AVERAGE COUPLE, BUT THEY ACT OUT THEIR WILDEST FANTASIES

  My wife and I are such an average rural couple here in our average rural community that no one would imagine we even have fantasies like ours, much less that we’ve acted them out.

  But after we had been married about ten years, we began telling each other our fantasies while making love. Then one night, during one of our almost nightly love sessions, Cynthia told me the story of how she lost her virginity. The guy was an older single man and must have been a pro—he got her twice that night in his big round bed, and I gather she went back many times. The story excited me so much, I’ve since often urged her to tell it to me.

  Finally one night while we were making love I told Cynthia my biggest fantasy. You guessed it! Of course, she thought I was crazy, but after several months of persistence from me, she finally agreed to do it, if it was with somebody we both liked.

  Now my wife refused to flirt or to dress to attract men, so I had to find a suitable partner and make all the arrangements. That took several more months, but when it did happen, it was as exciting as I had imagined. Our new “friend” Sam visited often for over a year. Sometimes I watched, sometimes I joined in (she said she liked it best when I joined in), and sometimes she took him to bed alone and then after he left told me all about it while we made love—just like when she first told me the story about losing her cherry.