by Letters to Penthouse V- The Ways of Sexual Pleasure (epub)
Dwayne and I both arrived Sunday afternoon. We hit it off pretty good from the start. That night we went to the lounge to have some drinks and talk about work. During our talk, Dwayne asked if I would do him a favor each night. He requested that I stay out of the room from ten until one in the morning, explaining that he would use that time to find women at the bar and bring them up to the room and fuck them. “I only fuck married white women,” he told me. “It’s easy to find them because they’re all out-of-towners here on business, and they all have a secret desire to make it with a black man. I help them fulfill their fantasy.”
I told Dwayne I didn’t believe it was that easy for him to get laid, especially by married women, but he said he would prove it. After dinner Monday night, he told me to go back to the room, hide in the closet and see what happened. I felt really strange doing it, but also very excited. You see, I have often talked to my wife about watching other couples make love. I also enjoy watching X-rated films showing well-hung black men fucking blondes. These films also make my wife very wet and horny. I usually finger-fuck her while watching them, and she tells me how exciting it is to watch the women in the film get fucked by these studs.
Shortly after I’d holed myself up in the closet, Dwayne came into the room with a white woman who looked to be about thirty-five years old. She immediately started kissing him all over and moaning, “Take me, take me …” She was in heat!
After a few minutes Dwayne pulled off her dress and went to work sucking on her breasts. Her nipples were very large, and she was going crazy. After about fifteen minutes, Dwayne took the rest of her clothes off and started to kiss her entire body from her neck to her pussy. She was moaning loudly the entire time. She went wild when he started eating her pussy. She kept telling him, “I want your black dick. I need your big black dick right now!”
After she’d climaxed from being eaten out, she stripped off Dwayne’s clothes and sucked on his cock. Dwayne didn’t have what I’d consider a very long cock—it looked to be seven or eight inches in lengths—but it was very thick. The woman sucked it lovingly, making sure she got all of it good and wet with her saliva.
Before he came, she stopped, jumped on the bed and told Dwayne to fuck her white pussy with his black dick. And fuck her he did. He pounded her pussy for a long time, fucking her in positions I’d never even seen in an adult movie. All the while he was drilling her, she kept saying, “Oh, God, I love black dick so much. I love to suck it and fuck it. Black dick is the best!” I couldn’t believe it.
They kept it up for almost two hours, fucking uninhibitedly like a pair of animals in the wild. I was so horny, I jerked off three times in the closet while watching them! Finally Dwayne had to ask her to leave because his roommate would be back shortly. She didn’t want to leave; she wanted more of his cock. But finally she got the point, dressed and left.
After the woman left, Dwayne opened the closet door and said to me, “Now do you see what I mean? That’s the way it always is. It’s a snap to pick up white married women in their thirties and forties because their husbands don’t ever give them enough dick. They’re hungry for it. You could even probably fuck some of these women. Just not the ones who have their hearts set on dark meat,” he added with a laugh.
The rest of the week was no different. Every night he was able to score with a different white woman, and every night I hid in the closet and jerked off to fantastic orgasms watching him do his thing.
Now I’m thinking of inviting my wife to join me on my next training seminar. If Dwayne attends, hopefully he’ll seduce her and fulfill her secret desires.—Name and address withheld
DON’T JUST WASH THE WINDOWS—MAKE YOUR NEIGHBOR COME CLEAN!
My wife had been nagging me to wash the upstairs windows all summer long, and I had been doing everything I could to keep from having to do the job. One Sunday afternoon I was in the backyard relaxing, when I looked over the fence and saw my next-door neighbor’s son, Paul. He was doing some landscaping, pulling out the weeds growing along the side of the house.
I hadn’t seen Paul in a long time, and went over to the fence and said hello. He told me he’d been at college, and had decided to spend the summer at home to save some money. His father was also giving him an allowance for doing work around the house.
“How’d you like to make some extra money?” I asked.
“Sure, what do you have in mind?”
I told him I’d pay him if he’d wash my upstairs windows, and he agreed. Later that afternoon I brought a bucket, some sponges, soap, a squeegee and a ladder over to his house so he’d have everything he needed. He said he’d do the windows the following day. I was tickled pink, and went back home to tell my wife that Paul would be washing our windows the next day while I was at work.
I had to leave my office late Monday morning to visit a client on the other side of town. Since I had to pass my house on the way, I decided to go home and see my wife for a few minutes. When I opened the front door, I heard the upstairs shower running, and knew my wife was up there. By the time I reached the staircase, she’d turned the water off.
I heard her go into the bedroom—and then, a second later, I heard her shriek. Then she said, “Paul, you frightened me! I didn’t expect you to be washing the windows quite this early.” By then I was at the bedroom door. I opened it just a crack and peeked in. I saw my naked wife covering her snatch and boobs with her hands and arms while Paul, on the ladder, looked in from outside our bedroom window. The window was open and there was no screen on it, so Paul was practically leaning into the room. My wife is very attractive, with a body like a centerfold’s, so it didn’t surprise me that Paul was gaping, openmouthed, at the sight of her without any clothes on.
She grabbed a pillow from the bed and held it in front of her. Although this covered her tits and pussy, it actually had the effect of making her look even sexier. The funniest thing was that, after the initial shock had subsided, she and Paul started carrying on a conversation with her still nearly nude, and him still leaning in the window, practically drooling at her nakedness.
I remained perfectly still outside the bedroom door, looking in through the tiny opening and trying not to make a sound. I don’t recall exactly how he got around to the subject, but soon I heard Paul telling my wife how beautiful she looked and how he loved seeing her naked. And then, in that candid way young people have, he said, “I’ve turned to stone, if you know what I mean.”
My wife knew exactly what he meant. She laughed and said, “Well then, I guess you’ll just have to finish up the windows and go get your girlfriend to … relieve the swelling.”
“I wish I could,” Paul replied, “but I don’t have a girlfriend, so I guess I’ll just have to do the job myself.” With that he began to unzip his pants. My wife went along with his joke and said, “You can’t do that here. What if the neighbors see you?”
“I don’t care who sees me,” he said. “You’ve made me so hard, I’ve just got to jerk off while I look at you!”**************
I was shocked to hear an eighteen-year-old kid saying such things to my wife, but it was also kind of arousing. My wife doesn’t get a chance to flirt much, and I knew she was enjoying herself. No doubt we were going to have a wild time in bed that night. My cock was already getting hard.
“You can’t jerk off on that ladder,” my wife said to Paul. “It’s too dangerous. Look, why don’t you come inside and relax for a few minutes.”
I was surprised that she’d invited him in—but not at all surprised that he took her up on the offer in an instant. I’d been eighteen years old myself once, and would’ve jumped at the chance to climb into a beautiful woman’s bedroom window. Hell, I’m twenty years older than that now, and I’d still do it! Just the same, my wife is usually quite reserved, so her looseness around Paul surprised me.
It was to be an afternoon of many surprises, and I saw them all from my place outside our bedroom door. The minute Paul came in through the window, my wife dropped
the pillow and showed herself to him without shame or apprehension. Then she said, “Paul, I’m twice your age. I can’t believe you’re so turned on looking at this old body!” Of course, Paul and I—and probably she too—knew that my wife’s body is stunning. It’s firm and smooth and curved in all the right places. Maybe she was just playing hard-to-get.
Paul kept babbling on about her beauty until she said, “Okay, if you want, you can look at me and jerk off. Just make sure you don’t ever, ever tell anyone about this. If my husband finds out, there’s no telling what he’ll do.” I had to laugh at that. In truth, I wanted very much to watch my wife get it on with this horny young man.
He stood up, pulled down his pants and revealed a boner that, although shorter than mine, was still quite long and thick. As he stroked it, my wife sat on the edge of the bed, leaned back and spread her legs for him. “Look,” she said. “Why don’t you stand close to me when you do that? That way I can get a good look at your nice cock.”
He did as she asked, moving right between her legs. Now his huge hard-on was just inches from her. He pulled it quickly, and soon his cockhead turned a deep purple. I could tell from the look on my wife’s face how excited she was getting from watching him whack off. They were both so entranced with each other that I probably could’ve walked into the room and they wouldn’t have noticed me at all!
I watched and listened to their talking, beating my own meat on the other side of the door. She encouraged him to move very close, but told him not to touch her. He accidentally rubbed the tip of her pussy lips with his cock, and she reminded him that he shouldn’t do that. But a few minutes later, while pulling his boner, he again accidentally touched her pussy lips with it, and this time she didn’t say anything.
I was so busy pulling my own cock that I didn’t realize that my wife was moving closer to him—until I looked up and saw that he was now rubbing his cock all over her cunt lips. Is she going to let him fuck her? I asked myself. Am I going to get to see my wife riding another man’s hard-on?
The answer came in a matter of seconds, so to speak. My wife pulled Paul on top of her and guided his prick into her. It was a wildly sexy sight—my wife, totally naked, with this teenager, fully clothed, pants down around his ankles, on top of her. His cock sank into her with a couple of thrusts, and then they began to fuck. “That’s it!” she sighed. “Just keep pumping,” she told her young lover. Paul worked his prick in and out of her a mile a minute. They stayed right at the edge of the bed, not changing positions, and enjoyed a fast and furious fuck.
“I’m coming, Mrs. Nagy!” Paul announced in less than a minute. She pulled him tightly to her and let him shoot his seed into her. Her own moans soon filled the room, and from the look on her face I knew she was also having a strong orgasm! I pumped a thick load of come into my handkerchief, incredibly satisfied by the scene I’d just witnessed. I stood and watched until they both stopped writhing, then took off quietly.
That evening, when I got home from work, I asked if Paul had washed the windows. “Oh, yes!” she said enthusiastically. “And he did a wonderful job!”
“Then I’d better go next door and pay him,” I said.
“Why don’t you do that later,” she answered, wrapping her leg around me the way she always does when she’s horny. And who could blame her? Fact was, I was also still pretty, turned on from thinking about watching her fuck Paul. In no time at all we were both naked on the bed, fucking up a storm.
And she was right—the windows looked great!—Name and address withheld
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NEW NEIGHBOR SHOWS SHY BUT WILLING COUPLE HOW TO RISE AND SWING
I’d like to share with your readers some sexual adventures my wife Joellen and I have been experiencing recently.
Joellen is thirty-two. I’m thirty-six. We’re both very physically fit and considered attractive. My wife is five foot eight, one hundred thirty pounds, with shoulder-length blonde hair, nice 35C titties, a flat stomach, a tight butt and long, gorgeous legs. Every man she comes in contact with takes special notice of her. I’m six feet tall, with brown hair, a muscular build and an average, six-inch cock. Joellen and I have been married for nine years, with a good relationship and a good, but fading, sex life. We both have a strong sex drive, but after years of monogamous lovemaking it was getting sort of old for both of us.
We’ve always been open with each other, and have shared our sexual fantasies with each other. Joellen always wanted to try sex with two or three guys, at once or in succession, and also with an attractive woman.
She told me of a roommate she had in college who was bisexual. Out of curiosity on Joellen’s part, and to fill in between dates at their mostly female college, Joellen and her roommate had sex about a dozen times. She said she wasn’t crazy about going down on another girl, but said it was well worth it to have the orgasms her girlfriend gave her with her expert tongue.
We were both heated up by talking about each other’s desires and decided that our marriage was strong enough to allow us to pursue some recreational fucking.
Our wishes soon came true with the arrival of a new next-door neighbor, Liz, a single thirty-year-old with light brown hair. She is strikingly pretty, with a slender but curvy body. She wears her hair fairly short, which complements her gorgeous 38D boobs—I’ve never seen any nicer that I can recall. They are nice enough to almost convert an old leg- and ass-man like me.
Joellen and I were both immediately attracted to her, and we all became good friends in short order. Liz had only moved from across town, and was dating a couple of guys. She also hinted strongly that she was bi-oriented. We noticed that a pretty girl about twenty occasionally spent the night at her house. Liz discussed sex openly, especially with Joellen, so we thought she would be receptive to us.
Joellen and I each took some vacation time to relax and lie around our backyard pool, which has a privacy fence. We invited Liz over for a swim and some sunbathing. Joellen wore her smallest bikini, one with a thong bottom and a top a size or two too small. Liz arrived in a one-piece, which was very high cut at the bottom and plunged deeply on top. How her lovely breasts didn’t fall out I couldn’t guess. I made a pitcher of margaritas for the ladies and made the excuse that I had to do some shopping for a couple of hours.
I got in my car and drove around for about forty-five minutes. When I returned, I parked on the street and quietly entered the house. I went to a second floor window which overlooked the pool area. My heart was pounding in anticipation of what I was hoping to see.
I wasn’t disappointed. I saw my lovely wife and Liz both naked, embracing and kissing on a deck lounge. Joellen was fondling Liz’s tits and Liz had a hand between Joellen’s thighs. They stopped, laughed a little and Joellen lay back on the lounge. Liz immediately started to kiss Joellen’s thighs. She worked her way up to her pussy and shortly had Joellen going crazy.
I tried to ignore my bulging cock, intent on watching what was happening. Joellen held Liz’s head while she ate her and rubbed her breasts. I watched, enthralled by the sight, as my wife threw her head back, obviously coming hard while urging Liz on.
After Joellen came, they paused for a kiss and changed positions. Liz lay back, pulled her legs far apart and raised her knees almost to her boobs. I could see the folds of her cunt easily because she had it completely shaven. Joellen positioned her face between Liz’s legs and slowly started to service her. She picked up speed as she went, and I saw her head bobbing back and forth. Joellen had her ass raised in the air, and I could see the wetness on her quim. Joellen ate her for about twenty minutes. I went to grab my video camera and got about ten minutes filmed, including Liz coming with her legs wrapped around my wife’s head. They kissed again and lay back, not bothering to put their suits back on.
I waited about five minutes, trying unsuccessfully to get my hard-on to go down. I walked out onto the pool deck, and Liz made no effort to cover up. Joellen told me I had to strip to come out. I quickly obliged, and walke
d over to them with my cock about ninety percent hard. “Not bad, not bad,” commented Liz.
“You’re awful nice yourself,” I managed to get out.
“Did you just get back, or were you watching us?” asked Liz. I admitted that I had seen everything. “Did you like what you saw?” asked Joellen. “From the condition of your dick, it sure looks that way!” Before I could answer, Liz remarked, “Your wife says that you would love to fuck me, and right now I could sure use some of what you have sticking in the air there!”
At that, my dick got as big and hard as it had ever been. I glanced over to Joellen, who told me, “Go ahead, Bill, you watched our show, now its your turn to perform.” I went to Liz and gave her a long, hard kiss. I reached for her perfect breasts and found that they were as firm as they looked. They curved down slightly and then extended out, with her swollen nipples pointing straight out.
Liz dropped to her knees and, gently grabbing my balls, took my rigid pole in her hand and then into her mouth. She didn’t waste any time taking almost all of my cock in. She held the base of my tool as she flicked her tongue around the head on the upstroke. It felt so good, I could barely keep on my feet. I looked over to Joellen, who was sipping a drink with one hand and playing with her pussy with the other. She blew me a kiss.
Liz must have sensed that I wouldn’t last much longer, because she stopped sucking me and led me by my tool to some cushions on the deck. Liz got down on all fours and raised her bottom in the air. “Please fuck my hot little pussy, Bill.” I dropped to my knees and she reached back and pulled my cock to her slit.
I tried to enter her in short, easy strokes, as I usually do with Joellen, but Liz thrust back at me so that I was buried to the hilt in her bald cunt. She was very wet, yet tight, and I began to pump in and out. My first new pussy in ten years was feeling exquisite. I reached under Liz, grabbed two handfuls of tit and quickened my pace. Liz was moaning and shouting so loudly that for a second I wondered if our neighbors, two hundred feet away, could hear her. Very soon I told Liz that I was going to come. “Shoot a big load in my pussy,” she urged me, “fill it with your come!” I unloaded deep inside her, grabbing her bottom and pulling her hard back against me as my hot spurts flooded her.
