Letters to Penthouse XVII

by Penthouse International

  Steve and I walked back to the kitchen and put as much of the beer as we could into the fridge. After grabbing a couple for ourselves, we headed for the game room, where most of the party was gathered. There was a pool table in there, as well as a bar and a juke box. I sat down next to Chris’s uncle and we started a conversation.

  When I asked him if he had seen my wife, he put his arm around my shoulder and told me that she and Chris had gone off somewhere a little while ago. Chris had said that something had come up and he needed her to give him a hand. He was moving soon and had a lot to take care of. They should be back soon though, he said.

  At this point the pool table became available, and Steve and I started to play. I’d won the first game and Steve was just breaking the next rack when I saw Chris. We hugged each other. I told him I’d thought he was going to miss his own going-away party. Chris smiled and said he was going to miss Ellen and me more than anybody else.

  I was about to ask him where he’d lost my wife when Ellen wiggled her way in between us. She hugged us both as she rose up on her toes to kiss me.

  I expected a regulation hello kiss, but not the passionate tongue-probing I received. It was awesome, but it was also from way out of left field. I smiled at her, and she glowed back. She was wearing a terrific little dress, and I do mean little. Her breasts were practically spilling out of it, and the hemline was very high across her thighs. I looked down the length of her gym-hardened body. Grape-sized nipples were poking out screaming that she wore no bra. Her fuck-me high heels accentuated her calf muscles. She wasn’t wearing nylons, but with the tan she was sporting there really wasn’t any need to.

  Steve and I continued to play while Ellen and Chris went over to the bar. It started to get late—or early—and gradually the crowd thinned out, until it was down to Chris, his two cousins, Steve, Ellen and me. When Steve won the next game, we all decided it was time to go. As people started saying good-bye, I headed to the washroom off the kitchen.

  When I came back, Steve and the cousins were gone. As I reached the door of the game room, I saw that Chris and my wife were locked in a passionate embrace. He had a hand up under her dress, resting on the cheek of her ass. I made a hasty retreat to the kitchen, so 1 could keep an eye on them, hopefully without being seen. I wanted to see just how far this would go.

  As I watched and listened, I heard Chris thank Ellen for the going-away gift. She told him that he was quite welcome, and that he was going to get several more in the next few days before he left. He ran his hand around to the front of her crotch and said he couldn’t wait. Ellen moaned and spread her feet apart, giving him better access as she kissed him.

  I slipped back to the bathroom, where I flushed the toilet, then washed my hands with the door open. I then noisily made my way back and found the two of them standing side by side, waiting for me.

  As we were leaving, my wife asked Chris if he’d like some help with his packing the next few evenings. He quickly assured her that he certainly would. She said fine and gave him a kiss, and we left for home.

  For most of the ride home Ellen didn’t say a word. My arm was around her shoulder and her head was nestled against my side. Her eyes were closed, but I knew she wasn’t sleeping. I slid my hand down and cupped her breast. The nipple grew between my thumb and forefinger, and she let out a soft moan.

  “So what was the going-away gift you gave Chris?” I asked her.

  Still without speaking, she reached down and raised the hem of her dress to expose her shaved pussy.

  “You gave Chris your panties?” I said.

  She lifted my hand from her breast with both of hers, kissed the back of it and pulled it down between her legs and onto her pussy.

  That pussy was wet and slimy. I slid a finger into her and swirled it around in a pool of what had to be Chris’s come. “I gave him more than just my panties!” she moaned as she clenched her pussy down on my finger.

  I immediately got hard. It was a good thing we arrived at our house just then, because I couldn’t have waited much longer. We pulled into our garage and I fucked her on the front seat of the car. Twice.—L.Y., Arlington, Texas

  HE LOVED SHARING HIS WIFE WITH ANY MAN AT ALL, BUT A BLACK MAN TOOK THE PRIZE

  It was shortly after lunchtime on Sunday when I spotted my wife Dinah coming toward me down the aisle of the tool section in a large department store. My heart and my mind raced with many emotions, but mostly with lust, as I watched her approaching. I took note of how her dress, freshly ironed when I had last seen her, was badly wrinkled around the midsection. When she came closer I could see what looked like the glazing from a doughnut splotching her chin and neck. I knew that Dinah did not eat doughnuts, so it was obviously something else that had deposited this glazing on my already sweet wife.

  “There you are!” she said as she came up to me. She planted a firm kiss on my lips, then whispered into my ear, saying, “Can you taste him? Can you taste Chad’s come in my mouth, on my lips?”

  Not only could I taste his come, but I could smell the heavy musk of her cock breath, the breath that only comes from a woman who has recently sucked dick and enjoyed every inch of it. One look at her sparkling eyes told me just how much she had indeed enjoyed her rendezvous with Chad.

  I have never regretted marrying Dinah. She is five feet seven, around one hundred twenty pounds, with the sexiest long legs you’ve ever laid eyes on. Soon after we were married I found myself drawn to stories about husbands letting their wives have affairs with other men, and sometimes even going so far as to watch. I was so aroused I just had to tell Dinah about this. When we’re not actually indulging in my fantasy I often think about it while making love with her, and sometimes I would jerk off while imagining her in the arms of another man.

  And then came Chad.

  Chad was a coworker of mine, and I introduced him to my wife last year at the company Christmas party. I was pretty sure Dinah would like him. He spent a lot of time at the gym and was very muscular and athletic. He was also black. I watched them closely as they talked and then danced together.

  As soon as we got home that night my wife went after me as though she’d been without sex for months. She confessed that she had found Chad very attractive and sexually stimulating. It seems that Dinah had long had fantasies about taking a black lover, and she made it quite clear that she would not hesitate for a second to fuck Chad.

  A couple of days later I told Chad that my wife was going to a club that night with a friend of hers, Elena, who was looking for a good time. Chad was very interested and said he would be there. Of course he didn’t know that it would be Dinah, not Elena, who hopefully would be seducing him and fucking him before coming home to me.

  Dinah got ready for her night on the town by putting on a short black velvet dress, no bra, black thong panties, black thigh-high stockings and high heels. She was dressed to kill. At around ten o’clock Elena came by and picked her up. I waited at home. Around midnight my wife called and said she was getting ready to leave with Chad, and that they were going to his house to fuck.

  I was incredibly aroused by the thought that the next time I saw my wife it would be with the knowledge that a black man’s cock had been inside her wonderful pussy, and I had to pull out my cock and jack off.

  Around three in the morning I heard her car pull into the driveway. As she came in the door she was already telling me how incredible it had been. I sat down on the couch and she straddled my lap. Her panties were long gone, and she slipped my dick into her well-used pussy while she proceeded to tell me about the evening.

  She told me she and Chad had danced together, and she had flirted with him outrageously. She said he had kept cautioning her about teasing him too much, until she finally told him that she had a secret fantasy, which was to fuck a black man. He asked her if she had ever been with a black man, and of course she said no. At first he seemed to have a problem with the fact she was married, until Dinah told him flatly to forget about that and concent
rate on her.

  That seemed to do the trick, because after that he started to rub his large dick up against her whenever he had the chance. She told me how he would let his hands wander over her body, feeling her breasts and crotch through her dress. Finally she told him she was ready to go to his place, and that she would meet him there.

  She drove over there with Elena, and they both went in. Chad was surprised to see Elena too, but Dinah told him they both wanted to fuck him, and they figured he would not mind.

  They all went into his bedroom, and the two girls lay down on his bed. Chad showed them some oils and lotions that he liked to use. Dinah took one of them, pulled down Elena’s top, poured some lotion on her tits and proceeded to lick it off. Chad then pulled off Elena’s panties and started to eat her pussy. Soon my wife joined him, helping to lick her pussy, their tongues meeting as they brought her to climax. This was not the first time my wife had eaten pussy; she really liked to do it, but not as much as she liked sucking dick.

  Chad got up and took off his clothes while Dinah kept lapping at Elena’s cunt. Then Elena got up and finished stripping, leaving Dinah as the only one still dressed. While my wife took off her clothes Chad mounted Elena and started to fuck her very slowly.

  This was the first time Dinah had seen Chad’s cock, and she described it for me in detail as she continued to ride my own rigid dick. She said it was the longest cock she’d ever seen, thick and muscular, like his body.

  When she was naked Dinah began to caress Chad as he went on fucking Elena, playing with his muscular ass or reaching down to feel those black balls that she was dying to get in her mouth. Finally Chad pulled out of Elena and went down on my wife, licking her pussy, his long tongue driving her crazy. She reached down to rub his shaved head and pull his face deeper into her, wanting to feel as much of that tongue as she could. After some fantastic pussy-eating, Chad came up quickly, and in one smooth motion sank his large black cock right into her tight white pussy.

  Dinah was moaning as she told me how a black cock is so much more sensual than a white one. I thought it was the size of Chad’s cock rather than its color that had made her feel good, but I didn’t say anything. I was really getting off on her words, even though I have seen many men fuck my wife. Something about the thought of my black friend’s cock penetrating my wife’s sweet pussy was almost more than I could take.

  Dinah went on with her story. As Chad drove his black tool into my wife’s cunt again and again, Elena began to lick her tits. Dinah soon climaxed, and this set Chad off as well. As he started to come he pulled his cock out and squirted glob after glob of hot, white, thick come all over Dinah’s tits and belly. Reaching down with her hand, she brought a sample of his sperm to her lips, curious to see if his come tasted the same as that of her other lovers.

  Dinah then asked Chad why he had pulled out, saying that she wanted to feel his come inside her. Chad told her he was being careful, since they hadn’t talked about birth control. And at that point my slutty wife told him that she would gladly have his baby, if that was the only way of feeling his cock release its sweet juices inside her.

  Hearing this made my mind spin like crazy, and filled me with even greater lust. I eased my wife off my dick and took her into our bedroom, where I laid her down on the bed, kissed her on the lips and proceeded to lick my way down her body. When I noted that I didn’t taste any come on her belly, Dinah told me how Elena had gone down and licked Chad’s jism off her tits and stomach. I continued down to her pussy and ate her out hungrily until she climaxed. Then I moved up and slammed my cock into her again, coming almost instantly for the second time that night. After that we cuddled in each other’s arms for a while, then fell into a very sound sleep.

  That was on the Friday night before the Sunday when I met Dinah in the department store. On Saturday she told me she was really eager to be with Chad again. She called him, and he was anxious to see her again too. He told her he was going to be busy all that day and night, but that she could come over to his place on Sunday morning. Dinah said she would be there.

  My wife and I have this game we play sometimes, where I get to plan just what she will do with her lover and how she will do it. This makes my enjoyment even more intense when she tells me later how she has followed my instructions to the letter. I asked her to let me do it now, and she agreed. I told her I wanted her to suck Chad off, something she had not gotten to do Friday night. I asked her to wear a short dress, white thong panties and shoes, but nothing else. I told her I wanted her to keep her dress on all the time, and also that I wanted her to collect his come and bring it to me as proof that she had followed instructions.

  Dinah found this plan almost as exciting as I did. To make things interesting, she suggested that I wait for her at a mall which was only a few blocks from Chad’s house, so that she could meet me right afterwards with his come still on her. I agreed, and told her I would meet her in the tool section of the department store. She dropped me off there and went on to meet her lover, and the next time I saw her she was coming down the aisle of the store, in her wrinkled dress, with Chad’s come decorating her face and neck.

  People in the store were staring at her, but she didn’t seem to care and neither did I. I took her aside and asked her to tell me just what had happened.

  She said that as soon as he let her in she had knelt down, opened his pants and started sucking his cock without saying a word. After a few minutes of her very talented sucking, he lifted her up and pulled her dress up around her waist. Turning her so that her back was toward him, he bent her over, pulled her thong to the side, put his gigantic cock between her pink juicy pussy lips and slowly pushed into her. He fucked her slowly at first, but increased his speed with every thrust. Dinah had one orgasm, and then another. She was so carried away that she started babbling, telling him that his cock was the biggest she’d ever had, much larger than her husband’s, that she was addicted to black cock now, especially his, and that she would be needing it regularly from then on. Then she begged him to tell her when he was going to come, so she could taste his jism. After a few more strokes he announced that he was coming. Dinah dropped to her knees and opened her mouth, gulping down his first spurt of sperm. Then she remembered my request, and let the rest of it collect on her face and neck.

  Afterward Chad told her that he was going on a company trip the next day and would be away for a few weeks. Dinah pulled off her thong panties and gave them to him, telling him to take them with him on his trip to remember her by.

  My cock was hard and throbbing by now, and when she finished I asked her to show me that she didn’t have her panties on. So right there in the store, with many people milling around, she squatted down and spread her legs for me. Her well-fucked pussy was red, and her lips were open and puffy. I wanted to fuck her right then and there, but I managed to contain my lust until we got home.

  Dinah is, as she said, addicted to black cock now, and most of her lovers are black these days. She could not be happier, and neither could I. I truly love to share my wife with other men, especially black men with large cocks. It may not be for everyone, but don’t knock it till you’ve tried it!—K. T, Selma, Alabama

  FLIRTING WITH OTHER MEN WAS FUN, BUT HER HUSBAND URGED HER ON TO “THE NEXT STEP”

  First, let me assure you that I am a happily married woman. I work as a personal trainer, and I don’t mind telling you that I have a very hard 36D-25-35 body, medium-length brown hair and brown eyes. My husband Peter is sexy, intelligent, kinky and very open-minded. Ever since we were married he has encouraged me to be open to the fact that other men find me sexy. I used to think he was just using that as an excuse so that he could fuck other women. But I soon noticed how excited he got when I would flirt openly with other men, and how hot our sex would be for weeks afterwards. We spoke about this at great length one evening, and he assured me that he would never get possessive or jealous, knowing that I loved him as he loved me, and that any involvement with other men wou
ld be purely physical.

  Peter and I live in a large city, so there are plenty of fun nightclubs where we often go. In the early years of our marriage I would tease Peter by flirting openly with some of the men in these clubs, dancing with them and even taking their phone numbers. Peter and I would usually follow this up with a night of hot, multiorgasmic sex, while we fantasized about what might have happened if I had gone further. I was always amazed at how hard his throbbing cock would get when we fantasized like this.

  One night as we lay in bed after one of these great sessions, Peter said, “You know, one of these days you’re going to be ready for the next step. And when you are, I can’t imagine how hot the sex will be between us.” “The next step,” of course, would be when I felt comfortable enough to take the fantasy into reality.

  A few weeks later Peter and I were in one of our favorite dance clubs. We were on our second drink when I saw this very tall, attractive man laughing and having fun with a few of his friends. He was at least six feet five, lean and trim and very, very sexy.

  This club featured a series of elevated platforms on which the women were encouraged to get up and dance while the men looked on. Peter loved it when I did this, because he enjoyed seeing the reactions of the other men in the club. On this evening I went up on one of the platforms and danced several numbers. At one point I was looking around for Peter, and I happened to make eye contact with the tall sexy man I had noticed earlier in the evening. When our eyes met he mouthed the word, “Wow!” My heart beat faster at this obvious sign of his approval, but I only smiled at him briefly.

  After the number I got off the platform and went looking for Peter. Before I could find him in the crowd, my tall, handsome hunk found me and asked if he could buy me a drink. He told me his name was Vincent. I’m not sure what else he said; the combination of the alcohol and his powerful sex appeal had my head spinning.