Letters to Penthouse XXI

by The Editors of Penthouse Magazine

  “Why don’t you give your friend Harold a call and tell him you and I would like to have a drink with him and his wife to get better acquainted?”

  “Alright,” I said. I left it at that.

  Friday evening we met Harold and Jennifer at my wife’s favorite lounge. We sat sipping martinis as I waited for Harold to come on to Heather. But he played the perfect gentleman with her. The subject of swinging was not even hinted at. After a full hour all four of us got up to leave. We stood outside under a street light chatting. Harold coolly turned to me.

  “I’d like to take your wife for a ride if it’s alright with you.”

  “That’s fine with me,” I nodded. “What do you think honey?”

  “I think it’s a lovely idea,” Heather demurely smiled.

  “Maybe you and Jennifer might like to go for a drive and get better acquainted,” Harold suggested.

  “Shall we, Jennifer?” I asked offering her my arm.

  Jennifer left Harold’s side to stand beside me. She slipped her hand under my arm.

  “Looks like we’re all on the same page here,” Harold wryly quipped. “Why don’t we meet back here in the morning? We’ll do breakfast.”

  As Harold and my wife walked off into the dark, he slipped his arm around her waist. I took Jennifer to my car and we drove off.

  “Are you anxious about going to bed with me?” Jennifer asked.

  “I must admit I’m tense.”

  “Harold and I had the jitters our first time too. But once you let yourself go, the lifestyle starts to grow on you.”

  I wanted to tell her that I had felt the urge to get into her panties the moment I laid eyes on her at the party, but I decided it best to not appear too eager. I was still nervous. When we got to my place I poured us each a drink, brought them out into the living room and sat next to her on the couch.

  “I wonder what our spouses are up to at this moment?” I remarked.

  “Knowing my husband, by now he has your wife out of her dress and flat on her back.”

  “Let’s finish our drinks and see about you and I getting horizontal ourselves.” We downed our scotch. I took Jennifer into the bedroom and undressed her.

  She lay naked on my bed while I disrobed. As I tossed my shorts aside Jennifer lay propped on her elbow with her eyes fixed on my groin.

  “So, do you like having your cock sucked?” she asked.

  I stood there grinning like an idiot who didn’t know what to say.

  “Come over here,” she told me.

  I stepped to the edge of the bed. She leaned forward and took my cock into her mouth. She sucked until I climaxed, coating her tongue with semen. She swallowed then released my shaft, leaving a ring of lipstick around the base.

  “That was a fine blowjob,” I told her. “Damn fine. Let me return the favor.”

  Pushing her onto her back, I kissed my way down her front, fondling her tits and sucking her nipples, then moved down planting a row of kisses across her belly. I felt her bush tickling my nose as the rich aroma of her cunt saturated my nostrils. She clasped my head with her hands as I began licking from her anus to her mons. I plowed a finger through the pink folds of her labia, burrowing into her slit to probe for the magic spot while letting my tongue dance lightly on her clitoris.

  “God,” she gasped as she bucked. Her flow wetted my nose and lips and chin. I traced the folds of her belly with my fingernails. Her arms were flung back over the pillow.

  “Guy, you just earned yourself an admission ticket to my womb,” she said. “I’m ready to fuck any time you are.”

  She sucked in a breath sharply as I mounted and penetrated her vagina. I pumped into her until my orgasm broke, spewing sperm into her. That first fuck was over with too quickly.

  “Having sex with other women’s husbands gives me a greater thrill than collecting fine jewelry,” Jennifer wickedly smiled.

  I popped a video into the VCR and we started watching Behind the Green Door. Marilyn Chambers was midway through being ravished when Jennifer was pawing me. She nibbled at my earlobe and whispered softly.

  “Could I talk you into fucking this naughty girl’s butthole?”

  Jennifer got down on all fours with her derriere on full display. It was a moment to savor. Quickly I let my hands grope and fondle those supple muscles. Spreading them apart, I ass-fucked her until I popped, oozing semen in her rectum. As I withdrew from her, a white smear of come was left glistening in the crack of her butt cheeks.

  “Got any vino around?” she asked. “I just love mellow wine after having sex.”

  I opened a bottle of Chablis. We sat on the bed drinking from the bottle, passing it back and forth until we polished it off. Then I turned out the light. Soon we fell asleep.

  The next morning we entered the restaurant as a waitress poured coffee for Harold and Heather. Jennifer and I took seats at the table. The waitress brought two more cups and filled them for us.

  “Your wife is a dream come true,” Harold grinned. “I felt like a kid in a candy shop with her.”

  Heather looked away red-faced. That was the extent of kiss-and-tell. I felt relieved to not hear graphic accounts of what had gone on between bedsheets in the previous twelve hours. As we had coffee after breakfast Harold suggested getting together again soon. A hush fell over the table. Wisely, he let it drop. We left the restaurant and went to our separate cars. Heather was brushing out her hair as I climbed behind the wheel.

  “Did you like being with Jennifer?” Heather asked me.

  “We had a good time,” I shrugged as though it were no big deal, not anxious to tell her what an uncommonly good fuck Jennifer had been. “How was it with you and Harold?” I asked.

  “We had fun,” was all she said.

  I started the car and we drove off. For the next several minutes we conversed awkwardly until we finally pulled up into our driveway.

  “Would you like to do that again sometime?” I asked her.

  “I’ll go along with whatever you feel like doing,” she said coolly.

  “I presume that’s a yes. Okay, I’ll tell Harold we’d like to get together again.”

  I could read volumes into what Heather left unsaid. I could tell she’d developed a real taste for this. The following weekend we had another swap night with Harold and Jennifer. We were all more relaxed the second time around. Swap night became a regular event in our social and sex lives.

  The rules were that every episode of spouse swapping was to be with the full knowledge and consent of all four of us. But one afternoon the mating bug hit me at a vulnerable moment, so I called Jennifer and asked to see her on the QT. She jumped at the chance. We met at a motel for extras neither Harold nor Heather would know about. Sexual freedom is breaking rules, I figured. Jennifer and I agreed to keep that sensible logic confidential.

  Then one afternoon when I met Harold for a drink he looked haggard.

  “You look like hell,” I kidded him.

  “I think I need to unwind,” he said. “Screwing your wife ought to do it. Say Friday night, the usual time?”

  “I’m up for it,” I replied.

  “You know, after swapping comes swinging. Are you ready for the next step?”

  “You mean the four of us together? I don’t think so.”

  “I have a hunch that if you ask your wife, she won’t say no,” Harold said with a wink. “But you didn’t hear it from me.”

  “One-on-one sex with one woman is the only sex I feel comfortable with, Harold. Privacy is pretty basic for me when I fuck.”

  “You don’t like the idea of me watching you ball my wife, do you?” Harold chided me.

  “No, I don’t,” I said. “Nor do I like the idea of watching you ball my wife.”

  “I’ve been there,” Harold knowingly nodded. “Listen, when the water is cold, just dive in. In no time it’s warm. It’s not so bad as you think.”

  “I’ll discuss it with her,” I promised.

  Although Harold had all b
ut said that he and Heather had already agreed to a having a foursome, I didn’t let on. Heather coyly acted indifferent when I put the question to her.

  “It might be worth trying,” she casually replied. “You know, just to see what it’s like.”

  We got together for our first foursome. We sat in the den in front of a large fire Harold had blazing in the fireplace. Jennifer served wine. We drank for awhile, then got undressed.

  “Let me and Heather put on a show,” Harold said. “You and Jennifer just sit back and be the audience.”

  Jennifer came over to sit next to me. We sat on the couch holding hands as Harold lay Heather across a plush cashmere blanket a few feet from us in front of the fireplace. I felt a knot grip my gut, still angst-ridden as to how I’d react. But at the precise moment I saw Harold’s penis enter my wife I felt my own irrepressible erection surge. She wrapped her legs around him and gripped his shoulders. As he thrust in and out of her I caught that faraway look in her eyes that she gets when lost in ecstasy. Her tits were swaying, her nipples erect. By the time they climaxed beads of sweat covered her neck and collarbone.

  I felt Jennifer’s hair swish across my chest and stomach as her head moved down. She took my penis into her mouth. Heather glanced over at us as Jennifer’s head began bobbing up and down. Harold propped himself up on his side resting his weight on a straightened arm while watching his wife suck me off. When I felt my orgasm approach I looked up at my wife. Her gaze and my own locked into each other from ten feet across the room as I spurted off in Jennifer’s mouth. The moment felt both decadent and liberating.

  Another first time couple will be joining our expanding web for a vacation at a ski resort soon. We’ve reserved three suites right next to each other, and sleeping arrangements will be spur of the moment. And of course we won’t forget to bring the champagne!—A.D., Boston, Massachusetts

  FROM SWAPPING TO SWINGING BECOMES ONE SHORT, BEAUTIFUL STEP

  Patty looked radiant as she smiled across the table at Susan and Frank. It was obvious that they’d rapidly warmed up to one another. The initial nervousness that she told Walter she was feeling an hour earlier seemed to have given way to a renewed confidence on her part. Walter, quieter than usual, also seemed very comfortable with their new acquaintances. Although the food they had ordered was good, both of them only picked at their plates, focusing more on the other couple. Susan was a plain-looking brunette, but she had a winning smile and an infectious personality. Frank was a good-looking blond with a rugged, chiseled appearance.

  The situation they were in, or hopefully would soon be in, was one that had been discussed, fantasized about, dreamed of and planned for a long time. It had taken Patty a while to get used to the idea of sharing her man with another woman, and perhaps even longer to realize that Walter’s dreams about seeing another man make love to her would fulfill his fantasy. Now they were taking the first step in making that dream a reality. Would Susan and Frank share their fantasy with them? Would this be the couple? Would this be the night?

  Even as those questions floated through her mind, Patty found her body responding to the delights that might lie ahead. Her pussy was wet in anticipation. She glanced around the table, wondering if anyone realized her excited condition. They all seemed to be focusing on the light banter that was taking place, so she relaxed, but only momentarily. At first she thought that Frank’s knee pressing against hers was an accident, but when the pressure increased she realized the deliberate nature of his actions. She responded by leaning into his leg, increasing the physical contact. When she realized what she had done, she blushed, wondering if others realized what was happening beneath the table, but only Frank seemed aware that she had responded favorably to his overture.

  What would it be like for her to be held by another man? What would his nakedness bring? Would her nakedness be as important to him as it was to Walter? That would be hard to imagine. Patty had never been with a man who loved the nakedness of a woman more than Walter. What would it feel like to have Frank’s cock in her cunt? Would he be immediately aroused, or would it take some foreplay to make him ready to take her? The way she was feeling at the moment, Patty didn’t think that she would need much in the way of foreplay herself. She could feel the dampness between her legs, and that was only from Frank’s slightest touch.

  Patty glanced at Walter, catching his eye. She wondered if he too were making unseen advances. Were he and Susan touching each under the table? She could almost see the longing in Walter’s eyes, and she knew from past experience that Susan would be a lucky woman if she found herself being made love to by Walter. He was such a compassionate lover and had a special way of showing a woman how to use her body to reach total fulfillment. He loved to make love, and he also loved to fuck. By the signals Patty was getting she knew that Walter would enjoy both making love to Susan and fucking her.

  As coffee cups were refilled, Walter found himself increasingly perplexed. While Patty and Frank had seemingly hit it off and were enjoying animated conversation, his efforts to attract the brunette with the big eyes seemed somewhat less successful. At times Susan was receptive to his words and smiled, but then she seemed distracted, glancing nervously at her husband. “It’s his idea,” Walter decided, “and she’s doubtful about going along.” Then he reconsidered the challenge and pressed on. “After all,” he reasoned, “she is here.”

  When they finished the second round of coffee, a third was proffered but they declined and left after both men signed their names and room numbers on the bill. Frank extended an invitation for a nightcap in their room. After a quick glance at Patty, Walter confirmed their acceptance. As they entered the elevator, Patty and Frank fell in together while Susan and Walter followed them, and the doors slid shut.

  Nothing is harder than riding in an elevator with someone when little more than a forced conversation is all that fills the air. Frank and Patty stood talking quietly, but all the while Patty was watching Walter and Susan out of the corner of her eye. The pair seemed to have little to say to each other, which surprised Patty because she knew he was such an excellent conversationalist. Suddenly she realized that Susan was particularly nervous. Could it possibly be that this was Susan’s first time too? Obviously, both Susan and Frank must have had some idea as to the possibility of what might be happening that evening, since they had so eagerly agreed to have dinner.

  The “vibes” and electricity had been in the air the entire evening. This should really prove interesting, thought Patty. Two couples who had obviously talked extensively about a possible sexual adventure were now faced with taking the steps toward making their fantasy real. By then the elevator had reached Frank and Susan’s floor, and they were all standing outside their room as Frank fumbled with the key. As the door slid open, Patty noticed that there were two queen-size beds next to each other and that the ceiling was mirrored. It would be a dream come true, if indeed the night went as both she and Walter were hoping it would.

  They entered the room, and it seemed natural for Frank and Patty to gravitate to one of the beds. Susan and Walter sat opposite them, and everyone started talking at once. Finally Patty took the lead and said, “We’ve had such a pleasant evening, and it seems obvious that dinner was just a prelude to our plans for the evening. I think it’s time that we talk about the real reason we’re here. Walter and I have been looking for another couple interested in exploring a new sexual experience, and we think that you and Susan would be perfect. Sexual pleasure is such a unique and special thing between two people, and Walter and I both feel that sharing that pleasure with another couple would be the ultimate sexual experience. What do you and Frank think, Susan?”

  Walter was surprised Patty had seized the initiative like this. Originally she’d been as hesitant as Susan now seemed, but she’d obviously moved past that point. Having gathered those thoughts, he was eager to hear the response from his anticipated partner.

  “I’m not sure,” Susan said hesitantly. “I mean I know why
we’re here, and that Frank really wants to do this, but I’ve never . . . Well, Frank had some other girlfriends, but until we got married I never . . . Anyway, I told Frank he could just go out and find someone, but he said he wanted to watch me do it too. So that’s why we’re here. But this is all so fast. I like you,” she said turning to Walter, “but would it be okay if we just watched for a little while?”

  The tent that appeared in the front of Walter’s slacks showed that he had more than watching on his mind, but if that’s what it took to get into Susan’s panties, then he was willing to start the evening off in the role of voyeur. Besides he was as eager to watch Patty in action as Frank apparently was to see his wife spread her legs for a stranger.

  Patty turned to Susan with a reassuring smile and said, “I was really nervous about this too when it first came up. I had a lot of reservations, but after Walter and I talked it over I really feel more secure about sharing sexual partners. Sharing a sexual fantasy with the right couple could be a very special situation, Susan, and Walter and I think you and Frank are the perfect couple.”

  Patty turned slowly and began to rub her hands over Frank’s shoulders as she gently kissed him on the lips. Walter and Susan watched, mesmerized, as she slowly pulled Frank’s shirt out of his jeans and began to unbutton it.

  Susan’s body went rigid as she watched her husband and the attractive blonde explore one another’s mouth. Their eyes were closed as their tongues worked feverishly and their hands caressed new bodies. Frank’s open shirt enabled Patty to feel his naked flesh. For his part, his fingers were playing with the erect nipples that were straining against Patty’s blouse. It had been apparent at dinner that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and Frank had taken little time to confirm that fact.

  Susan was fascinated and couldn’t take her eyes off the passion unfolding in front of her. She was so rapt that she was unaware that the tension in her body was being eased by Walter’s hands as they slowly and softly massaged her shoulders and back. For his part, Walter realized that Susan would need to be seduced. Her comfort with the scene unfolding in front of her would be crucial to his successfully plowing her with his hard dick.