Letters to Penthouse XVII

by Penthouse International

  “Wow!” I exclaimed. “What’s gotten into you?”

  “Nothing yet,” was her coquettish reply. Then she took me in her mouth again and sucked me back to attention. “You’ve got to fuck me!” she breathed. I carried her over to the couch, laid her down and slowly penetrated her very wet pussy. I started pumping her hard and fast. Having just come in her mouth, I took longer than usual, but I still came pretty quickly, because she was really going wild.

  After we both calmed down I tried to get her to tell me why she was so horny. She kept saying things like, “Nothing, I just missed you.” I persisted and after a while she finally blurted it out. “If you must know, Penny came on to me this afternoon and trying to resist her got me so fucking horny that I had to get myself some relief. And of course you were my first choice!”

  I couldn’t believe my ears. My mind began to race with the possibility of realizing every man’s fantasy: watching his wife in a lesbian scene. After taking a deep breath, I asked, “Did you want to do it?”

  “I’m not sure,” Delia replied. “I never thought about being with another woman before, but Penny’s so beautiful and sexy, and the fact that she came on to me was so flattering, I don’t know, my head spun. I think the only thing that held me back was not knowing how you’d react. What do you think?”

  I knew I was on the spot, but I answered her without hesitation. “If you’re okay with it, I’m okay with it,” I said truthfully.

  “Thank god! I was hoping you’d say that. Actually, I’d only be comfortable with it if you were there to share the experience with me.”

  In my mind I was pumping my fist and screaming, “Yes!” but I didn’t want to appear too eager. “Do you just want me to watch, or do you want me to join in?”

  “Whatever makes you happy, dear,” she said. “How about tonight? Would you mind if I invited her over for dinner?”

  Before I could even answer she had picked up the phone and dialed. It was like listening to an excited teenager asking for a first date. “Hi, Penny, it’s Delia. Listen, would you like to come over tonight for some dinner and a little entertainment?” There was a brief pause. “Great! See you in ten minutes then. No, nothing formal. Just come as you are. Okay, bye.”

  When Delia hung up the phone she hugged me and said, “I love you so much for letting me do this. I feel like a schoolgirl!” Then she ran off and jumped into the shower to freshen up.

  She was still getting ready when the doorbell rang. When I answered it, Penny was there wearing her gym clothes, a thong leotard and sneakers. God, she looked hot! She seemed surprised to see me. “Oh. Hi, Arnold,” she said. “I didn’t know you were home. When Delia asked me over, I assumed she was alone.”

  “I can leave if you’d prefer,” I said.

  “Don’t be silly. This is your house. You can do whatever you want.”

  “I know,” I said. “I plan to.”

  She looked at me quizzically then, but before she could say anything else Delia came out of the bedroom. She just stared at Penny as she took in her beauty. Penny said, “Delia, you look so hot in those shorts! It looks like you’re ready for a real workout.”

  Delia seemed nervous. “Oh, I just got out of the shower and grabbed something comfortable.”

  Penny smiled. “Why don’t you get us all some drinks, Arnold?” she said to me. “Delia and I want to finish the conversation we started this afternoon.”

  Ordinarily I would have been indignant at Penny telling me what to do in my own house, but right then I was more interested in getting them together than in asserting my masculinity. I went to fix us some drinks, taking my time and hoping to walk in on something good when I returned. I wasn’t disappointed.

  As I opened the door to the living room, I stopped short and my mouth hit the floor. The two women were on the couch, and Penny was running her hands over Delia’s shoulders and chest. Delia had her eyes closed and her head fell back. Penny’s hands went up under Delia’s shirt and slowly started to rub her large tits. Delia let out a moan of approval. Penny brought her hands down between Delia’s legs and grabbed her shorts by the waistband, Delia instantly raised her hips to allow her to pull them off.

  Penny started to kiss her way down Delia’s body until she got to her crotch, then lowered her head and got to work. Delia pushed her head against her crotch and grinded her cunt into Penny’s mouth. Penny was moaning as she ate her out.

  Delia must have come two or three times before Penny came up for air. Delia pulled her up to her face and kissed her hard and deep, licking Penny’s mouth and face clean. “Oh my god!” she said breathlessly. “I never thought it could be that good. You’re amazing!”

  She reached up and started rubbing Penny’s shoulders, moving slowly downward. Delia moved tentatively, obviously unsure of how she was doing. Sensing this, Penny guided Delia’s hands to her tits, letting her know that she was doing it right by closing her eyes and letting out a low moan. Delia became bolder, pulling Penny’s leotard off her shoulders to expose her tits. She bent her head and began to lick and kiss them tenderly, which made Penny moan louder.

  After a few minutes of this, she pulled the jumper further down and Penny responded by lifting herself off the couch and helping her take it all the way off. Delia paused as she came face to face with another woman’s pussy for the first time, then dove in and started to kiss it all over, driving her tongue as far as she could.

  Penny cried out, “That’s it girl, tongue-fuck me! Don’t stop! I’m coming!” Delia kept at it until Penny cried out and shuddered in orgasm. As my wife sat up again, Penny fell back, saying, “Wow! For a first-timer, that was really something special.” Delia smiled proudly like a little kid who had just been praised by her teacher for getting the right answer to a difficult math problem.

  I was still standing in the doorway, so stunned by what I’d seen that I forgot the drinks in my hands. Delia grinned at me. “How long have you been standing there?” she asked.

  “I saw the whole thing, baby. You’re amazing, just like Penny said.” I put the drinks down.

  Penny said, “Why don’t you come over here, so we can thank you for being so patient and letting Delia have this new experience?”

  Well, as you can imagine, I made a beeline over to the couch and sat down between the two women. I’ll leave the rest to your imagination.—Name and address withheld

  Open Season

  HER TRIP DOWN THE HALL TO THE GUEST ROOM LED THEM TO A NEW WAY OF LIFE

  I’m one of those husbands who likes his wife to act like a slut. I like Marie to wear skimpy outfits, including see-through blouses and short skirts without panties. I like her not just to act like a slut, but to be a slut—to fuck other men and women. And I like to watch her do it.

  Marie is five-four, one hundred fifteen pounds, with small but nicely shaped breasts. When she gets horny, her nipples stick out a good half inch. She also has the sexiest ass ever. Before we were married, twelve years ago, she wore skimpy outfits for me, but I had no idea how accommodating she was willing to be. I guess I hadn’t given much thought to her messing around. I just knew I liked her to dress in sexy fashion and I liked catching other men checking her out.

  Marie’s management position had her traveling frequently to a company in a nearby state. She was sufficiently impressed by an engineer there that when his company had a round of layoffs, she suggested Greg send his résumé to her company. He was offered a job, which he accepted. After relocating, with few friends here, he threw himself into work. (His supervisor could not thank Marie enough for finding him.)

  Outside working hours, since Marie and I were the only people Greg really knew here, he spent more and more time at our house. Which was fine with me. We were still landscaping our new house, and he was only too eager to pitch in. On more than one occasion I noticed Marie glancing at Greg’s bare chest as he toiled. As the summer wore on, we followed a frequent pattern: work all day, cook dinner on the grill, eat it on the patio with a generou
s quantity of beer, end up in the hot tub.

  Greg and Marie became more and more friendly. I frequently saw them in the kitchen or around the yard with their arms around each other. It became apparent to me that there was nothing she would like better than to fuck him.

  One night after we all had too much to drink, we decided that Greg should stay in the guest bedroom rather than attempt the drive home. After he retired, while Marie got ready for bed, I slipped an adult movie in the VCR in our bedroom. I was horny, and hoped to get her in the mood. We messed around while we watched. I asked if the movie was making her hot. She said it was.

  I said, “I bet I know something that would make you even hotter.”

  She asked what. I said, “Visiting the guest bedroom and fucking Greg.”

  She asked if I was serious. I assured her I was—as long as she told me all about it afterward. At first I don’t think she believed me. Then she noticed my cock, and wrapped her hand around it. She realized that just the thought of her fucking Greg had made me hard. After a bit more persuading, she agreed to visit Greg, on the condition that I not walk in on them. I agreed, then watched as she left the bedroom and snuck down the hall to the guest room.

  After about five minutes, I snuck out myself and positioned myself outside the guest-room door. I was so turned on hearing them moan and groan! A couple of hours later Marie came back to bed. We fucked like crazy while she told me all about it. She said Greg hadn’t been at all surprised to see her. It was like he was expecting her.

  After that, they got together regularly, but never in my presence. We would go hot-tubbing together, and I would pretend to doze off or just stare out at the pool. I knew they were playing touchy-feely, but they wouldn’t let me watch openly. Marie said she just didn’t think that Greg would feel comfortable. I said I wanted to do more than just hear about what they did. I wanted to see them fuck! She understood, and I was confident that she would make it happen if Greg could be made at all willing.

  Finally, one night while we were hot-tubbing, Greg went back in the house for beer. I suggested that when he came back, Marie should sit on his lap and place his hands on her breasts. She said she didn’t know if she could, and when he came back a few minutes later, at first she just sat there. But after about five minutes she stood up, pretending to look for the Big Dipper. When she sat back, she landed on Greg’s knee, with her bikini top just above the water.

  After a few more minutes, Marie took Greg’s hands and placed them on her tits, just like I suggested. I sat on the opposite side of the hot tub and watched him massage her tits. It wasn’t long before his hands were inside her top. It came off, and after a few more minutes of tit-massaging, she was moving slowly up and down in the water. I couldn’t believe it! My wife was fucking this man right in front of me! I was turned on beyond belief, but just sat and watched.

  We were all getting waterlogged, and Marie suggested we might be more comfortable inside. Greg and I agreed. We all went in, and Marie disappeared to the bedroom while Greg and I had another beer in the family room.

  Marie came back out wearing a sexy sheer nightgown. She sat on the couch next to Greg and picked up where they had left off in the hot tub. She placed his hand on her breasts, then eased his shorts off and gave him a blowjob. Since she was being such a slut for my benefit, I grabbed my camera and snapped away. I got him slowly eating her pussy; then her blowing him; and finally the two of them fucking.

  After Greg returned to his bed, Marie and I fucked like crazy for another hour. Fortunately, that night has been repeated numerous times—not only with Greg, but with other friends my wife has made. Sometimes I get to take pictures and sometimes I don’t, but I always get to fuck her afterward. I love being married to a slut!—J. T., Memphis, Tennessee

  IT WAS JUST SUPPOSED TO BE “HANDS ON,” BUT THEY GOT CARRIED AWAY

  Ralph and I are a professional couple with no children. He’s forty-seven and I’m forty-three, and we’ve been married for twenty years. I’m five-two, a hundred five pounds, and keep myself in shape. Ralph says I could give most women half my age a run for their money.

  One evening about five years ago we were watching an X-rated movie. In the movie a couple came home after celebrating the wife’s birthday and were greeted by their baby-sitter. The wife left the room, and the husband whispered something in the sitter’s ear. She thought a moment, then nodded. The next scene found the wife lying on a bed wearing only a blindfold while the husband and the baby-sitter made love to her. I was so turned on that before the movie was over I was on my knees and elbows on the sofa, my favorite position, with Ralph pounding me from behind.

  Our sex that night was special, but we didn’t talk about it until several nights later, when Ralph asked, “What was it in the movie that made you so horny?”

  I said, “The handling of the wife while she was blindfolded.” I thought being touched like that, while not knowing who was touching you, could be a turn-on.

  Ralph asked, “Would you like to be in that kind of situation?”

  I said, “I don’t think I would like a woman touching me. And anyway, I don’t see how we could do anything like that.” We did a lot of sexual things together, but only with one another.

  A few months later Ralph had to take a business trip and asked if I’d like to go with him. I accepted. After we were settled in our hotel room, he ordered a bottle of wine. Now, when I drink, it’s usually a wine cooler. So after a couple of glasses of wine, I was getting a buzz.

  That’s when Ralph told me the real reason we were there: to act out my blindfold fantasy. He had already set up an appointment—subject to my agreement, of course—with a man he had met on a previous trip. Chester was fifty-three, which interested me because I go for older men. Ralph said he was good-looking—six-four, two hundred thirty pounds and in excellent condition for a man his age. Also, Chester was black.

  I stared at Ralph for a minute, then asked just what the three of us would all be doing together. He said that Chester would only be allowed to touch my body in ways that brought me to orgasm. He could do everything he wanted to make sure I came as many times as I was able, but there would be no penetration of me, only touching.

  I could hardly believe my husband had actually set such a plan in motion. Perhaps influenced by the wine, I had to admit that the idea was turning me on. I finally agreed, and as the appointed time approached, I lay on the bed in nothing but a short gown, G-string panties, a bra and of course my blindfold. There was soft mood music playing, and the wine was still having its effect on me. Ralph said that after Chester arrived, there would be no talking.

  At nine o’clock there was a soft knock. I heard Ralph go to the door, then another set of footsteps entering the room. There was a suspenseful pause, followed by a rustling sound, which I figured out must be Chester taking off his clothes. My heartbeat quickened as the steps neared the bed. Then the stranger was massaging my neck and shoulders, and working his way down to my feet. He turned me on my stomach and started back up. When he reached my ass, he spent time working the cheeks, which really got my juices flowing.

  I wondered what Ralph was thinking as he watched this black man working to make me come for the first time with someone other than him. Chester raised my ass into the doggie position, which, as I mentioned, I really love. He lifted my gown toward my head, unsnapped my bra and massaged my shoulders and back. With his hips pumping against my ass, his hard cock slid over my lower back. I pushed back at him. My throat went dry as I visualized this huge black man dry-fucking me from behind.

  I needed a hard cock in me, but that wouldn’t happen until Chester left. Then Ralph would fuck my brains out. Chester turned me on my back again. As he did, he took off my gown and bra. He removed my panties, becoming only the second man to see me naked. I moaned as he parted my legs, moving up to lay his cock on my belly. I almost had an orgasm as I felt it, large and stiff, on my flesh. He dry-humped me again, but my pussy was anything but dry. I bent my knees and
tilted my pussy up so my clit made contact with his cock. He leaned down and pumped hard.

  We were both close to coming. I let out a cry that turned into a scream as I was overtaken by an orgasm that I would never forget.

  I wasn’t sure what was happening. Chester was motionless, but my pussy felt like it was on fire. Then I knew that, in our frenzied pumping, we had accidentally become joined. The head of his black cock had just triggered the most intense orgasm I ever had. My pussy was still twitching around it, and I didn’t want to move away.

  After a long moment, Chester whispered to me that Ralph had left the room. So I took off my blindfold, and for the first time looked in the eyes of my black lover. Our lips met in a passion-filled kiss, and then Chester brought another cry from me as he pushed the rest of his big cock in my already-stretched pussy, sending me over the edge again. As my orgasm subsided, I asked Chester to show me his cock. I couldn’t believe it! It was huge and black and wet with our juices. I watched it slowly fill my pussy again, until his pubic hair came in contact with mine. I let out a moan and held on for what I hoped would be the fuck of my life.

  I was wrong. Chester didn’t fuck me. He made wonderful, glorious, passionate love to me. For the next hour I fell in love with what that huge cock did to me. Only then did he turn me over. I arched my back so he could have good access to my pussy. As he slipped his cock in me from behind, he said that now that I knew what it felt like to have a black man make love to me, it was time to find out how it felt to be fucked by one. He pounded my pussy for twenty minutes more. I was yelling in ecstasy.