Letters to Penthouse XXI

by The Editors of Penthouse Magazine

  Like most people these days, we depend on PC’s for almost everything, so you can imagine how pissed I was when my home computer went on the fritz, being as I work at home. I was trying to use the tech people on the phone, but no go. In the course of business I made the acquaintance of a man named Jonathan, an athletic six-foot-two black man who I learned was somewhat of an expert in working on computers. I invited him over to the house to take a look at my computer and see if he could fix it for me.

  Jonathan came out to the house and I introduced him to Leeanne. Everything was normal and things were very friendly. I wasn’t thinking about my wife doing anything with him, I just wanted my computer fixed. We had a few drinks and ordered pizza and visited for a bit as they got to know each other better.

  Jonathan got my computer to work but told me that he’d have to bring some programs back another day. I had to take a business call and went to the other room while Leeanne sat with Jonathan. About fifteen minutes later, I came back into the study to find them talking like old friends. After Jonathan left, Leeanne told me that she’d really enjoyed their conversation and looked forward to seeing him again soon.

  A few days later, Jonathan called to say that he had the programs my computer needed. I told him to bring the software over whenever he had some free time and I’d ask Leeanne to fix dinner for us. He said that he’d be able to stop out that evening if it was okay with Leeanne. I called and asked her and she seemed excited that he’d be coming to the house again.

  There was definitely some flirting going on between the two of them over dinner. He complimented her several times and would apologize to me in the same breath. I told him I wasn’t a jealous person and that I agreed with him on how good Leeanne looked. After dinner Jonathan loaded up my computer, Leeanne did her work and I ran out to the garage. When I returned Leeanne was sitting on the couch and Jonathan was still at the computer, cursing it worse than I usually do. He eventually got it set up, thanked us for dinner and said he’d have to return again to replace a part that was bad.

  After Jonathan left, Leeanne attacked me and while we made love she told me how turned on she was by Jonathan. I asked her if she wanted him and she said that one of her fantasies had always been to have sex with a black man. Over the next several days when we made love we’d talk about her making it with Jonathan. I told her to tell him or just seduce him. She said she’d rather wait for him to make a move on her. I assured her that as long as I knew what was going on anything was fine.

  Leeanne has made it with multiple partners; fucked women, exposed herself in public, posed for naked photos and done a lot of wild things that most people only dream of, but her desire to make it with Jonathan had her really excited. She talked about it every time we fucked and asked me every day when he was coming back to work on the computer.

  One evening after finishing up some work late, she told me that Jonathan had called to say that he had the part we needed to fix my computer. She added that they had talked for some time and that he asked her about me not being jealous. She told him that I didn’t care what she did as long as I was kept informed and not left out of the loop, then added that he was quiet for a while before asking if she’d ever done anything with another guy. She hesitated herself and told him that she had. He asked her to tell him about it and she told him about the time I watched her take on five guys.

  Leeanne said that the conversation turned into a bout of hot phone sex with him describing what he wanted to do to her while she described what she wanted to do to him. She said that he had jerked off while she masturbated with her vibrator, making herself come over and over. After they had both climaxed and everything calmed down, she told him to talk to me about it.

  A couple of days later, Jonathan called and told me that he was free to come to the house and fix the computer, and I said that we’d be expecting him. He stuttered a bit and asked if Leeanne had told me about their conversation. I told him that she had. He asked if it bothered me and I told him that I gained a lot from their little game because Leeanne had become sexually insatiable fantasizing about him. I added that she’d let him know when the time was right to make his move on her.

  That evening Jonathan came to the house and Leeanne made dinner for us. After dessert, we worked on the computer while Leeanne cleaned the kitchen then came in to watch. You could tell that Jonathan was either nervous or excited or both when she walked into the room. Soon enough he had the computer fixed and we sat down and had another drink. Leeanne said she was going to get ready for bed and left the room.

  About thirty minutes later, Leeanne came into the room wearing one of my white silk dress shirts that clung to her body. Leeanne walked over and kissed Jonathan. He looked over to me and I raised my glass, giving my approval. She kissed him again and grabbed his cock and stopped, turning to tell me that he had a large, long dick. Jonathan was feeling her breast and kissing her nipples. Leeanne reached down and when she got his dick out, I could see that she wasn’t mistaken about its size. It was about ten inches long and bigger around than any I’d seen.

  Leeanne dropped to her knees and started to take that monster dick into her mouth. I had a boner like I couldn’t believe. Jonathan had started to finger Leeanne’s pussy and would pull it out and lick off the juices, and then put two fingers back into her and pull them out and have her lick them clean. After a few minutes Jonathan told Leeanne that he was about to come and her head started to go faster. Jonathan filled her mouth with cream, which she barely managed to swallow.

  He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. I left them alone for a while but I could hear that they were having a real good time. Leeanne was screaming, “Fuck me with that big black dick!” I thought that the neighbors might hear her, because I’d stepped onto our front porch for a second and I heard them myself, but everything was okay.

  I got our digital camera and videocamera out of the closet and made my way back down the hall to find Leeanne riding him for all she was worth. When he came she climbed off him and started to suck his dick back to life. Jonathan fucked her twice again before he couldn’t go on anymore. I got it all on the video and film. She told him to come back to party again soon as we walked him to the door.

  After she’d collected herself a bit, Leeanne went and took a long hot bath. When she came out her pussy was shaved as bald as the day she was born. When I mentioned to her that I’d been trying for years to get her to shave her pussy, she said that Jonathan had also told her how sexy it was so she decided to do it. After I licked her smooth, bald cunt we made love long into the night.—G.B., Cherry Hill, New Jersey

  A NEW YEAR BRINGS HOPE, CHEER AND A BLACK STRANGER TO FUCK HIS WIFE

  Goddamn, I hate New Year’s Eve. Every year something goes wrong, and the night when everyone is celebrating I’m getting dumped, being bored, vomiting or otherwise miserable. This year was no different. I was sitting in an airport bar with a headache from drinking too much, watching college football and nursing a cocktail with my wife. We had missed our connecting flight to be home by seven o’clock on the 31st and were spending the night waiting for a flight leaving at six o’clock the next morning. We were flying back from spending a boring week with Joanna’s folks and were supposed to be home in time to go to a party at our friend’s house. We were even dressed for it. Joanna was wearing a short red velvet cocktail dress and matching high heels that contrasted beautifully with her pale skin and dark hair. The dress really showed off her curvy hips, great ass and 36C boobs. I was cursing my luck that there were no hotel rooms available, especially since I knew she’d skipped panties when she put on her stockings that morning, anticipating a hot night after the party.

  But instead we sat at the bar, bored and tired and taking it out on each other. We were both picking fights and being rude. I complained that we never cut loose and had fun anymore. Then she started pretending to be really interested in the football game I was watching. “Oooh,” she said after a minute. “I see why you watch this stuff.
He’s a hunk!” She pointed at the starting quarterback of the losing team, a tall black guy who I had to agree was a hunk. “I bet they’ll win!” she squealed.

  “Joanna, don’t be ridiculous! They’re down by twenty-four points and there’s only a minute left in the third quarter. They’re toast.”

  “Oh, you think you know everything about sports! You never even played football. I’ll bet you’re wrong. I’ll bet anything you’re wrong. The guys in the black are gonna win.”

  “I’ll bet your sweet ass they don’t win,” I said, thinking if we can’t screw, why not flirt.

  “Don’t be fresh, Vince! People can hear you. Behave.”

  “Actually,” came a voice from behind me, “I couldn’t help but overhear. I’ll take a piece of that action if you don’t mind.” I turned and saw a tall, muscular and very good-looking black man who had taken the stool next to me without my noticing. “My name’s Geoffrey,” he said extending his hand, “and like your lady friend here, I think that ‘the guys in black’ will win.” I realized that Joanna must have seen this guy sit down from her vantage point, and judging by his half-empty glass he’d been there a while. I wondered if that was why she had turned the conversation to how good the black football player looked. Geoffrey was really built and had a shaved head and goatee. His skin was the color of milk chocolate.

  He explained that he’d played some college ball and even knew two of the players in the game on the tube. He was sure that a comeback was ahead and said he’d take my bet for Joanna’s sweet ass that they would. “What the hell do you mean by that?” I croaked, almost choking on my drink. Geoffrey assured me that he wasn’t going to do anything Joanna was uncomfortable with, but he also heard the earlier part of our conversation when I said we never got wild anymore. Well, he said, it was New Year’s Eve, we were in a strange town, and probably a strange mood. If the home team won, why not turn each other on by letting him grope Joanna’s ass on the dance floor while I watched? Since I was sure they wouldn’t anyway, what was the harm? It would be a mindfuck at least, anticipating it while he sat next to us and watched the game.

  I was dumbfounded and rock hard at the same time. I turned to Joanna and asked, “Do . . . do you want to?”

  She had a gleam in her eye. “Want to? Hell, will you let me? Look at him! Hey, I should get to grope him too if they win!” We agreed on the bet as stated, plus an extra hundred bucks for the winner. Showing that bit of encouragement made Geoffrey more bold. He leaned across me to touch Joanna’s thighs while he talked to her and complimented her on her legs and tits.

  I was so entranced by watching my wife flirt with this handsome black man that I lost track of the game, and when I looked back at the screen I saw that my team had blown their sizeable lead and was only up by a single touchdown. My dick swelled as I watched the pass play that tied the game. “Looks like we’re going into overtime,” I said, only to see the kickoff fumbled and the home team recover the fumble then kick a game-winning field goal.

  I felt equal parts of lust and jealousy when I saw the smile that Joanna flashed Geoffrey as he helped her up from the bar stool. They walked arm-in-arm to the dance floor. I spun around to watch. In full view of everyone they moved into an immediate clinch and Geoffrey began kneading her ass cheeks through her skirt. They were slowly rotating with the music and gradually Joanna turned to face me. I lost sight of Geoffrey’s hands, and initially was glad not to see Joanna’s hands doing anything similar to Geoffrey’s ass. But then I realized I didn’t see her hands at all. That’s because they weren’t wrapped around him, but buried in his crotch. I realized she was rubbing Geoffrey’s likely-hard and likely-huge prick through his pants. As they continued to turn, I was treated to the sight of Geoffrey’s hands roaming under Joanna’s skirt.

  This was about all I could stand, and they were starting to draw a lot of attention to themselves, needless to say. I got up to go cut in about the time they broke their clinch, and we met at the edge of the dance floor. I held Joanna’s hand. “Come on, honey. The bet’s paid off. Let’s go.”

  “Go where?” Joanna asked, as if it was my fault we didn’t get a room at the last minute on fuckin’ New Year’s Eve. “Geoffrey has a room,” she continued, “and he’s invited me to join him tonight. If you’re a good boy and let me go with him, maybe I’ll ask if you can come along too. In the meantime, go take care of the bar tab. And hurry it up, because I’m horny as hell.”

  I ran back to the bar and tried to get the bartender’s attention. Finally I got the bill—which was for me, Joanna and Geoffrey. I was pretty pissed off about that, but figured what the hell, this is getting kind of hot. Then I turned around, and they were gone. I strode around the bar, looking in booths and by the restrooms. People started looking at me. They had seen the three of us talk after their scene on the dance floor, and they probably saw Joanna and Geoffrey slip away without me too!

  I raced out of the bar, slightly bent over to conceal the erection in my pants. I found a pay phone and a set of Yellow Pages and proceeded to call all the hotels in the area of the airport, just as I had earlier in the night. Only now, instead of asking if they had any vacancies, I asked if they had anyone by the name Geoffrey registered. Since I only had his first name, it took quite a bit of checking. It was forty-five minutes before I found him. Or someone I hoped was him.

  I hoped it was him until I was standing at the door knocking, heart pounding and wondering what I was going to say. He smiled when he opened the door and greeted me wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.

  “Can I have my wife back?” I asked.

  He laughed. “Did you come to pay me my hundred bucks?” I stared at his heavily muscled chest and stammered that I did, and asked if my wife was with him. “Of course she’s with me.” “How’d you like to go double or nothing on that bet?”

  Geoffrey said he’d bet me another hundred that he could fit his entire cock in my wife’s pussy. He ripped off the towel and revealed the thickest, veiniest cock a guy could have. It was only semi-hard and arched out from his stomach at least eight inches. I would soon learn that it grew another two inches thanks to Joanna’s skillful tongue. “Of course if you bet, I’d have to let you watch, so you knew it really fit.” I just nodded. Nodded and shut the door behind me. I’d never been so turned on.

  He led me through the foyer into the room where I saw Joanna, splayed on the bed, completely naked and drinking a white wine. She chuckled a happy little laugh. “I asked Geoffrey if you could come to the room with us, but then we couldn’t find you.” I was upset because I thought that she had left me there, and I was still pissed that they stuck me with the tab. It was okay, though. I wanted to see Joanna step forward and fully take control of the situation. And I wasn’t going to be disappointed.

  “Get back here, Geoffrey. I need more of that cock. Vince, go sit down on that chair and watch me baby.”

  Geoffrey straddled my wife and fed her the first several inches of his thick ebony tool. She licked and sucked, arching her neck to take more of him. Geoffrey didn’t let her do that for too long though. He pulled out and grabbed her by the hips. Pulling her to the edge of the bed, he rubbed the fat tip of his member against her opening and back and forth across her clit. Joanna hissed with pleasure and said, “Come on. Put it in, put it in.” And put it in he did. He dipped lightly at first, only stroking slowly with the first three or four inches. She arched her back the minute he split her lips and got the head in and began coming like you wouldn’t believe. He was bent over her at that point, licking and sucking on her nipples while she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer, urging him to fuck her fully.

  After she finished coming he began to lengthen his strokes and slowly upped the rhythm, sinking himself in deeper as he did. In no time Joanna was flying again. She was screaming that he was the best, that he should fuck her harder and deeper.

  “Jesus Christ, Joanna! Your cunt is so tight I don’t know if I can hold out much long
er!” Geoffrey shouted.

  “No, don’t hold out! Give it to me! Give me your come, you stud. Fill me up! Please, yes, please, yes!” This mantra went on and on for the next few minutes as he sank the last inches of his big black cock inside her, right to the hilt. I heard the sharp crack of his bristly balls begin to slap loudly against her wet, dilated asshole, and I saw her toes curl up as she clenched her legs. Then their moans turned into screaming, crying orgasms.

  When they came out of it, Geoffrey rolled off Joanna and said, “Damn, girl, you are one fine piece of ass. And I think that’s what I won, right?” He winked at me, and said, “You don’t mind if I fuck your old lady up the ass do you?” I was so paralyzed with lust I just didn’t know what to say. Geoffrey looked like he wouldn’t wait too long for an answer, and his intentions were clear. I thought fast and all I could muster was, “But Joanna doesn’t like anal sex.” I really thought I would explode watching him do my gorgeous wife in the ass.

  As if all of this wasn’t amazing enough, my adorable wife chimed in, “I’d love to try it honey. He’s so hot!”

  “You don’t fuck her ass?” Geoffrey asked me in an astonished tone.

  “He eats pussy pretty well,” Joanna said in an offhand way.

  “As good as this?” Geoffrey asked, lowering his head to Joanna’s shaved cunt. She reacted instantly. He obviously knew what he was doing and she was squirming in no time. Geoffrey lifted his face, slick with her juice, and said, “Where’s my money? Put it on the table.” I took out my wallet and asked if we could go again. “What did you have in mind?”

  “I just meant double or nothing that you can fit in her ass too. But I’d have to watch to make sure.” I blushed as I said that, knowing that I had just asked another man to fuck my wife up the ass, something I’d never even done.