Letters to Penthouse XXI
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Clarice raised her other hand between our faces. It was covered with a clear, thick liquid. Then she put it between her tits and rubbed them with it. I reached up to her tank top and slowly tore the rest of it away from her body. She rubbed Brian’s come all over and around her tits. She lowered herself slowly to her knees and took my cock in her mouth.—G.N., Davenport, Iowa
THE ONE THING SHE DIDN’T LET HIM DO WAS WATCH HER SCREW AROUND
After years of talking about it, half jokingly, half seriously, my wife and I made both of our longtime fantasies reality.
I have always had an intense desire to see her make it with another man, but whenever I brought it up, she always declined. “Sex is not a spectator sport,” she always said. So I had to rely on my imagination, plus the vivid descriptions she gave me when she returned home from being with one of her lovers.
Gloria was twenty-three and I was twenty-five when we married. She never pretended I was her first, freely admitting she’d had numerous lovers by the time she finished college. She would answer any questions I asked about her past relationships. She told me everything. It was understood when we married that she would have other relationships, and for nearly eight years we have had a half-open marriage.
She has had a series of passionate affairs, with my knowledge and consent. She is even willing to excite me with a play-by-play recap of what happened when she returns from an encounter. I go down on her, tasting her lover’s come while it’s fresh in her cunt. If I don’t come just listening to her erotic tales, during which she jacks me off gently, I do when I enjoy sloppy seconds. I usually ejaculate almost as soon as I enter her come-filled cunt. But actually observing one of her trysts was always a no-no.
Gloria had a fantasy of her own. In college she had the hots for a handsome, athletic black man, and wanted desperately for him to make love to her. He was engaged to a friend of hers, though, and loyalty kept her from trying to seduce him. Ever since, she’d fantasized about sex with a black man.
Not long ago she made me an interesting proposition. A few weeks earlier she had broken off an affair with a friend of ours. Since she has never gone long without a lover, it was no surprise to hear that she had her eyes on someone new. But I was surprised to learn the object of her lust. It was Frank, a handsome, well-built black man who had joined my company a few months earlier. She had met him twice, and had fantasized about him from the start.
She was finally going to fulfill her fantasy, she said. What she said next caught me totally off guard. Since she didn’t really know Frank well, she wanted me to set her up with him. At first I refused. The thought of approaching a coworker and saying my wife wanted to have sex with him wasn’t something I wished to do. Gloria can be extremely persuasive, though. She finally got me to accede by batting her eyelashes, giving me her lost-puppy-dog look (which could make any man melt) and saying, “I’ll let you watch. If you fix me up with Frank, I promise I’ll let you watch the first time I make love with him.”
She would make my deepest fantasy reality if I helped her. She had me!
Approaching Frank was even harder than I imagined. It’s one thing to be willing to share one’s wife; it’s another to tell a coworker that one’s wife wants to fuck him! It took me three days to get up the nerve. Two nights in a row I had to hem and haw to Gloria about why I hadn’t talked to Frank. Finally on the third day I asked if he’d like to have a drink after work. Even then it took me four double martinis to get up the guts to bring it up.
Finally, fortified by the alcohol, I laid it all on the table. I told Frank about our “special arrangement” and about my wife having the hots for him. To my profound relief, he jumped at it. He remembered Gloria well, and like any normal healthy hetero wasn’t about to miss that chance. Gloria is thirty-one, has brown hair, seductive blue eyes, a lovely face and a fine five-four body. She isn’t over-endowed up top (34) but has a sexy bubble butt—all highlighted by a narrow waist (23, even after three kids).
It was agreed that Frank would come to our house for dinner that Friday night. Gloria took the kids to her sister’s for the night so the erotic action could take place at home and I could watch. The evening was somewhat awkward at first. There was plenty of sexual tension. From the moment Frank arrived, he and Gloria looked at each other with obvious sexual hunger. Before we even sat down to eat, I saw the bulge in Frank’s trousers. Gloria was looking at it too, with desperate wanting.
After dinner we polished off three bottles of wine and loosened up considerably. Finally Gloria said, “I think it’s time we took this party upstairs.” My prick was straining the material of my trousers as much as Frank’s was his. I followed them up to our bedroom. Frank had his hand on the small of Gloria’s back, just above her sexy swaying bottom.
In the bedroom I went to the window seat and watched as they kissed, then undressed. As she stripped, he stood there drinking in her seductive body. When he finally peeled off his shorts, I stared in awe. Frank is solid muscle, and is six inches taller than me. He probably outweighs me by fifty pounds. But the difference in our bodies was nothing compared with the difference in our manhood. He sported a full eight inches, a good inch and a half thick. Gloria gaped at it with raw lust.
Before she got a chance to touch it, though, he kneeled in front of her, cupped his hands around her hips and buried his face in her snatch. She closed her eyes and moaned. When he got her off with his tongue, her knees buckled. He held her to keep her from collapsing, then lifted her in those powerful arms and set her on the turned-down bed. She smiled up at him as he rolled on a condom, stretching the thin latex paper-thin over his mighty manhood. He knelt between her legs, and she lifted and parted them to accept him.
I was amazed to see my wife’s pussy accept something so large. Any question I had if she would be able to handle it was answered by seeing her legs lock around Frank, her entire body convulse as she was penetrated. He planted his mouth on hers, and she held the back of his head, kissing him frantically. He paused for a moment, then began heaving his hips up and down, jackhammering her cunt. They clung to each other and moaned as they came.
I looked down and saw a stain on the front of my own trousers. I had come in my pants and hadn’t even been aware that I was playing with myself!
When Frank pulled out of Gloria’s wet pussy, he peeled off the come-filled rubber and dropped it in the wastebasket on his side of the bed. Then he lay back recovering. Gloria had a dreamy, faraway look. She turned on her side, cuddling against him. After a few minutes she began rubbing her fingers over his chest and hard-muscled stomach. She leaned over and licked and sucked his nipples. One of her hands reached between his legs, stroking his cock. Soon it was sticking straight up again.
Gloria slung her leg over Frank and knelt astride him. She smiled at him as she lowered her cunt on his erection. She gasped as it pierced her, then leaned forward, put her hands on his shoulders and began riding him. His bare cock, wet with her juices, disappeared in her hole, then reappeared. She was riding him frantically now and soon had a massive, extended climax. Their bodies were shiny with sweat.
Finally, through clenched teeth, Frank gasped, “Gotta come! Gotta come!”
Gloria wailed, “Yes, baby, do it! Come for me!” She slammed her body down on his, throwing her face and mouth on his. His massive hands grasped her bubble butt, pulling her crotch tight to his, and thrust upward. I came a second time, a rarity for me, just as they came.
Again they rested, Gloria still lying on top of Frank. He showed just how virile he was. Without ever pulling out of her, he was ready to go again. They kissed and made out. Then he rolled her over expertly, never pulling out. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and really put it to her. I got up and went to the foot of the bed for a better view. Between Frank’s legs I saw not only his hairy balls but also his huge cock plowing in and out and their intertwined pubic hair lathered in come and pussy juice.
Frank fucked Gloria for twenty minutes. Finally he rammed in balls
-deep, and his hips began flexing. I ejaculated a third time as his come streamed out and down my wife’s upturned ass. They clung to each other, kissed violently, then collapsed together. In moments they were both asleep. She was still half under him, her arms draped around his neck. Her face had the most relaxed, contented look I had ever seen.
I pulled the sheet up over the lovers, turned off the lamp and left the room, happy to let them sleep in intimate exhaustion. My balls were dry too, emptied onto my shorts and trousers. I slept in the next bedroom, in our older son’s bed. I awoke to the sounds of the two of them going at it again.
I played with my hard cock as I listened. My wife moaned in ecstasy and called out Frank’s name, escalating till the two of them produced sounds of mutual climax. Then they were silent. An hour and a half later, I heard water running. I slipped into our bedroom. I had a clear view of them in the master bath, through the steamed-up shower door—her arms round his neck, her legs round his waist, his hands cupping her butt. She wailed as he fucked her under the streaming water. He pinned her against the shower wall and spread his feet for balance when he climaxed.
I jacked off as I watched, splattering come on the carpet as Frank blasted off. I showered in the kids’ bath, then put on clean underclothes and a bathrobe I had grabbed from the bedroom.
I was waiting in the living room when they came downstairs—Frank dressed, Gloria in panties and a robe. At the door she gave him a lingering, tongue-probing good-bye kiss, cooing as he left, “Be sure to call me, okay? You’re even better than I imagined!”
He grinned and said, “Sexy lady, I plan to see you often!”
She smiled and said, “You’d better!” She came over to me, smiled seductively and said, “Did you enjoy the show?”
I grinned and said, “It was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
She said, “You want to see us together again sometime?” I nodded and said I hoped to. She smiled, pecked me on the cheek and said, “Well, honey, I plan to see that you get that chance.”
That was a month ago. Since then I’ve watched Frank fuck my wife on five occasions. He comes to our house after the kids are in bed, and I stand at the foot of our bed and masturbate as he fucks her. She also goes to his place while I’m home with the kids, then tells me all about it when she gets home. I get to fuck her come-filled cunt.
Gloria says that Frank is the best-endowed man and the best lover she has ever had. Sex with him is even more exciting than her fantasies. I find watching her with him even better than I imagined. We only regret that we didn’t do it years earlier.—R.H., Mystic, Connecticut
EVER PLAYED STRIP DARTS? IT’S LIKE STRIP POKER, ONLY WITH MORE POINT
It was a Friday night, and my friend Tim and I were at my house, drinking some beers and playing darts out on the patio, when my wife June got home from work.
My wife is a beautiful brunette, five feet seven and one hundred thirty pounds, with a killer body. She was wearing a white button-up blouse, a short black skirt and black pumps. I went to get her a glass of wine, and she took over playing for me while I was gone. When I got back I noticed that she and Tim were flirting quite a bit. Three glasses of wine later she suggested we play for money.
What she did not know was that Tim and I had been letting her win, because she tends to be a poor loser. I warned her that if we played for real she would lose, because darts, unlike cards, took real skill and didn’t depend on the luck of the draw. June started to get mad and told us that we were just afraid to lose. So Tim and I agreed to accept her challenge. Tim then said that if she was that confident she was going to win, maybe we should play strip darts, where the loser would have to remove an article of clothing.
June came over to me, rubbed up against me and gave me a real wet kiss, then looked at me to see if I approved. I just shrugged, figuring that she would back down when she had to actually show us some of her goods.
After about half a dozen games, June was down to her blouse and skirt, having taken her pantyhose and her panties off under her skirt. Tim and I also had the pleasure of watching her remove her bra without taking off her blouse. The blouse was so thin we could see her stiff nipples poking out. Now she started to complain that we were cheating, because we had only lost our shoes and socks. So Tim suggested we change the rules: the loser had to do something that the winner chose, as long as it didn’t involve taking off any more clothing.
The next game was tough, because June wanted to win so much that she would rub against Tim and me and even flash us to try to distract us. But Tim won anyway. He said he wanted June to slow-dance with him. He found some music on the radio, but then he said he didn’t know if he could trust me not to interfere while he danced with my wife. I told him not to worry—I was not a poor loser like June. This made June mad, and she promised Tim he would get the best slow dance of his life.
Tim said he was still not sure about me, so he suggested that June tie my arms to my chair so I could not interfere. I agreed, so June got two of my ties and tied me to the chair. At this point I think she was excited about what might happen, and so was I.
At first they were a little stiff together, but soon they began to get into it. Their bodies merged together, and then they were kissing, their hands moving over each other. After a few minutes June unbuttoned Tim’s shirt, pulled it off him and started to kiss and lick his chest. By now my dick was hard as a rock, and I could tell Tim’s was also. Soon he was unbuttoning her blouse. June pulled it off and threw it over my head as they continued to dance. I could see him sucking her tits and fingering her pussy as they moved real slow. Breathing heavily, she started to undo his pants, and when they dropped, so did her hands.
Now June slowly danced Tim toward me as she felt, licked, sucked and kissed him. When she got right in front of me she sat down on my lap with her back to me, spreading my legs with hers. Tim knelt in front of her, with his cock sticking out toward her pussy. June leaned back against my chest, and in a breathless voice asked me if it was okay. I was so hot I would have agreed if there had been four guys ready to fuck her instead of just one.
Now Tim slowly slid his cock into my wife’s cunt as she moaned her approval. She was squirming on my lap, lying back against me for support. Tim started to pump into her harder and faster, as she gasped for air. After about five minutes I came in my pants, and Tim came in June’s pussy just moments later.
When Tim pulled out of her he leaned forward to kiss her and suck her nipples. June was on another planet, with another man’s come leaking out of her pussy for the first time. When she got up from my lap she noticed the big come stain on my pants. She grinned at me then. “Did that get you so hot that you came just from me sitting on your lap?” she asked. I said yes, and then asked her to untie me so I could get at her. Instead, she went over and sat next to Tim on the sofa. His dick was hard again, and she started to play with it to tease me. It worked.
June then whispered something to him, and they both got up and walked around behind me. Together they tipped my chair back, slowly lowering it all the way until my head was on the floor. June then spread her legs with a foot on each side of my head, and then lowered her come-filled pussy onto my mouth. I was so hot that she had never tasted better to me than she did right then. As I was licking and sucking her, Tim came up behind her and slid his cock into her pussy. I couldn’t move; all I could do was lick her and feel his cock slide across my face and lips. June was so hot that she was dripping and shaking as he pumped her from behind. They fucked for a good half hour before he came in her again, as she screamed with passion.
Tim had dressed and left before June untied me, and we fucked with an abandon we hadn’t known for years. We have not yet repeated that night with Tim, but I have a feeling we will, and soon!—S.P., Evanston, Illinois
HIS WIFE’S ASIAN LOVER SHOWED BOTH OF THEM THE MYSTERIES OF THE LAST
My wife Ruby and I married when we were very young. Our children are now in college, and we have a
great relationship. Our sex life is terrific. Ruby is thirty-eight years old and is sexier now than when she was eighteen. She is very pretty and has a very firm, sexy and shapely body. Her fine 38C breasts are one of her best features. Her cock-sucking is heavenly, and her pussy is as tight as ever.
For all her sexiness, Ruby is very religious and conservative, and has never been one to dress scantily or exhibit her body in front of other men. She was a virgin when we married, and until recently I thought that I was the only man to have ever enjoyed her sexual charms. But I was wrong.
About six months ago I noticed that Ruby had started to trim her pubic hair. In retrospect I can see that this was a sign that something was going on, although it did not make me suspicious at the time. Then one day I got the shock of my life. I got up in the morning and went into the bathroom to shower before heading off to work. Some of my wife’s clothes were lying on the floor in the corner of the bathroom. It was not out of the ordinary for her to leave clothing behind in the bathroom, so at first I didn’t pay any attention to it. On my second glance I saw a pair of her sexy thong underwear on the floor. Being horny, I picked up the thong for a closer look, and to smell her aroma. I was stunned to feel how damp it was, and to see what appeared to be a very large semen stain. I sniffed them, and the odor of sex told me that my wife had been fucked by someone other than me the previous night. He had evidently filled her pussy with his come, which had then oozed out of her into her underwear. I always wear a condom while fucking her because of the possibility of pregnancy, and I couldn’t believe that she was doing this without any protection. I was totally stunned, but I also had a raging hard-on.
I thought about confronting her, but then I decided to try to catch her in the act, and maybe watch her and her fuck partner in person. At dinner that evening, in hopes of luring her to invite her friend over to play in our home, I told her that I would be traveling out of town on business that Thursday, and that I would return home Friday evening. Next I drilled several peepholes in the ceiling of our bedroom and bathroom, so that those rooms could be viewed from our attic. I then stocked the attic with all the supplies that I would need to stay hidden there overnight.