When I looked up I saw that Sam was still filming the action. I moved aside to allow him to focus on Amy’s come-filled smile. After a minute he slowly moved the camera down over her body. When he pointed it at her hairy triangle, she spread her legs obligingly, and he zoomed in on her pussy, from which a stream of come was dribbling onto the deck chair.
Since that day, Sam has told me that he and Amy now fuck every day. I’m glad he’s finally getting some steady pussy. As for me, I keep myself satisfied by jerking off to my hot tape of Amy’s birthday party.
—J.F., Jersey City, New Jersey
It Turns Her on When He Films Her Naked. Who Else Might See Her?
My husband crept into the bathroom while I was shaving my legs, his camcorder pointing my way, trying to film as much as he could before I saw him. Since I was about to step into the shower when I finished what I was doing, I was naked. I had my foot propped up on a small padded stool. As I looked up and spied Don, the camera was following the path of the razor up my leg. He then zoomed in between them. With one leg raised, my black pubic hair was visible, as was the opening of my cunt. He couldn’t have planned a better voyeur situation.
Don was naked, too, and his massive dick was hard, pointing up at the bathroom ceiling like a stalagmite. My husband can be irritating at times, but he has the most talented tongue of any lover I’ve ever had, and his cock is really impressive, especially when it is rock hard and ready for action.
I pretended to be annoyed at his intrusion, but I couldn’t help teasing him by gliding the razor up my inner thigh, spreading my legs farther apart. The drops of precome at the tip of his cock showed that he appreciated it.
Don continued to film me for the next three or four minutes, capturing as much of my pussy as he could. When I was done I turned on the shower and stepped in. Our shower doors are clear glass, which gave him and his camera a perfect view.
Knowing it would drive my husband crazy, I took extra time washing my 36D breasts and thick black bush. The showerhead is removable, so when I was through washing myself I held it in my right hand and pointed it between my legs for a little fun. As the water massaged my swollen lips I spread my legs as wide as I could. Even over the shower noise, I could hear Don groan. I used my hand to open my pussy, allowing the water to spray hard against my clit. I do this often, but this was the first time I’d done it while being filmed.
Teasing Don was fun and the water felt sensual, but what pushed me toward orgasm was my awareness of the camera recording my every move. My masturbation was being captured on a digital file that Don could do anything he wanted with. I thought I would die of embarrassment if he ever showed anyone, but still, the thought that he just might do so was a complete turn-on. He was a man who thought with his dick, and when a dick takes over, its owner is likely to do anything. Like share nude video pictures of his wife with his colleagues. Or even put them out over the Internet. That thought sent me over the edge, and I squealed loudly as my body spasmed repeatedly.
“Hey, what about me?” Don said.
“Nobody’s stopping you from joining me,” I told him.
Don set the camera down on the bathroom counter nonchalantly, but it pointed at the shower. I could see the little red light still burning bright, and I knew it was still filming. As Don stepped in and closed the glass door behind him, I got down on my knees and did what he enjoys the most. Pretending I was holding a massive popsicle, I slowly licked up and down his shaft. When his groans grew louder, I moved lower and tickled his balls with my tongue before drawing them into my mouth, all the time slowly stroking his shaft with my right hand. He was hot as hell from watching me, and he sprayed a thick stream of warm come over my neck and shoulders within a few minutes.
Knowing the camera was capturing my every move, I finished the session by slipping his cock in my mouth and sucking it dry. Feeling completely nasty, I winked at the camera before releasing him.
Since then I keep thinking about that tape. Don says he is keeping it safe and private, but I wonder. I suspect that strange men all over the world are now watching me bringing myself off and then sucking my husband’s cock. Oh, God, why does that make me so hot?
—S.N., Lubbock, Texas
Have You Ever Played Twister? Ever Played It Naked? With Oil?
I have been married to Carrie now for just over 15 years, and I could not be happier. We met during our first year in college and got married as soon as we graduated. She is now a regional manager for a women’s clothing store chain, and I work for an advertising firm. Our sex life has always been great, and until last month we have always had a monogamous but fulfilling relationship.
Our favorite pastime, outside of the bedroom, is working out at the gym. I’m six-feet-two inches tall, 180 pounds, with an athletic build. Carrie is five-feet-five, 115 pounds, with large tits and a very sculpted body. She works hard to keep that body in good shape and doesn’t mind showing it off. She loves to wear very skimpy bike shorts with a sports bra to the gym. Most men might be bothered by the amount of attention she gets, but I find it a turn-on to see her drive the guys crazy.
Art and Paula are a couple we met at the gym. They are in their early 20s and have been dating for about a year. They both work out six days a week, and their bodies show it. Art is just under six-feet tall, with a chest and arms twice my size. Paula is about an inch shorter than my wife, and her tits are slightly smaller, but still incredible-looking. She also loves to dress for show when she works out, but I’m not complaining.
Up until about a month ago we had only spent time with Art and Paula while working out, so it was a surprise when Art invited us to go out with them for his birthday. I could tell by the way Art looked at Carrie’s body that he had the hots for her, so maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised after all.
On the night of Art’s birthday we had arranged to meet at his house and go on from there. When we got there we walked up on the porch and happened to peek into the window before knocking. Paula was already there, and they had started the party without us. Art was in a chair, and Paula was kneeling in front of him, giving him a birthday blowjob. We tried to get a better view, but all we could see was Paula’s head bobbing up and down in Art’s lap. By the expression on Art’s face, it was apparent that his birthday was about to start out with a bang.
I knew Art would be pissed, but we decided to knock rather than stand on the porch waiting for them to finish. When Art answered the door he looked my wife up and down like a lion in heat, although the bulge in his pants was more reminiscent of a horse. It was pretty obvious that he wasn’t happy about not having gotten off, but he made the best of it and invited us in.
The four of us sat around for a while, drinking and talking. After several drinks, my wife reminded us that if we intended to go out somewhere for Art’s birthday we had better do it soon, as it was getting late and we were all getting pretty wasted. Paula then suggested that we all just stay where we were, since none of us were in any shape to drive. Art then declared that since it was his birthday, he got to decide what we would do. With that he pulled out a game of Twister, and declared that we would play a variation of that game, called Strip Twister. It was just like the regular game, he explained—each person spinning a dial and placing himself in a weird position according to the resulting instruction, until one of the players fell down—except that each time a player lost he or she had to remove an article of clothing. The last person with any clothes on would be the winner.
We all stared at him like he was crazy. Even Paula seemed surprised. She told as that she and Art had played this once, but alone, not with another couple. Carrie was highly dubious at first, but as she absorbed the idea I could see that it was getting to her, and of course the liquor helped. She asked me what I thought, and I said that if she wanted to do it, it was okay with me. Actually I was getting highly excited by the idea of seeing Paula naked. Finally Carrie agreed to participate—seeing that it was Art’s birthday and all. The game went on for a
bout an hour. At first it was hard to get people to fall without pushing them off balance, but as the game went on and the drinking continued, we started falling much faster. Art was the first one to lose. The first piece of clothing he took off was his jeans. My wife gasped when she saw that he had no underwear on. Evidently he had not had time to put on his shorts when we had interrupted him and Paula earlier. His dick looked as muscular as the rest of him; it was long and thick and hard as a rock. Art was looking straight at Carrie, obviously trying to gauge her reaction. Unfazed, she just grinned back at him and said, “Down, boy. That thing looks hungry.”
Half an hour later, all of us were almost completely undressed. Although my dick was not quite as large as Art’s, it was also good and hard, and I noticed Paula taking it in with some interest.
Art turned out to be the big winner, although with both my wife and Paula as naked as I was, I felt like a winner, too. Since the game was over, Carrie picked up her panties and started to get dressed, but Art stopped her, saying that the games had only begun. He informed us that since he was the winner, and it was his birthday, he got to pick the next game, too. This one would be another variation, called Naked Twister, and would involve us oiling up our bodies to make things harder. Carrie remarked that he seemed to be pretty hard already, but again I could tell she was intrigued.
Art then pulled out a bottle of oil and started rubbing it all over his body. We all watched as he spread the stuff over his muscular chest, his tight ass, and his large hard dick. He then offered to help the women oil themselves up. Paula just grinned at him and told him she could do it herself, and she proceeded to do so. Art then approached Carrie, and I was amazed when she just stood there and let him rub her down with the oil. He did not miss a spot, and spent an extra-long time rubbing oil on her tits and her already-wet pussy. Then he gave her a big kiss, and he and Carrie started playing while I oiled up. As Art and my wife played, they found it very difficult not to fall. Their hands were covered with oil, and soon the game mat was also slick with it, which made it almost impossible to stay in position without slipping and sliding all over each other. At one point my wife was on all fours, with Art crouching behind her, getting a great view of her oiled-up ass and pussy. At that point he decided not to wait for the next spin. Instead he crawled on top of Carrie and pretended to ride her like a horse. This caused her to fall on her stomach, and Art to land on top of her with his dick between her thighs.
Art began to tickle her as he lay there, rubbing his hard, oiled dick between her ass cheeks. Carrie was laughing at first, but then she stopped, the expression on her face changing from amusement to something else. She looked very concentrated, and then I saw her eyes narrow and her mouth fall open, and I recognized the look that came over her now. It was ecstasy. I realized that Art had slipped his large oiled dick between her slippery thighs and deep inside her wet pussy. At first he tried to hide this from me and his girlfriend, but it was obviously no use; the sudden stillness of their bodies and the lustful expression on my wife’s face gave them away.
After a minute Art could not keep still anymore, and he slowly began to slide his dick in and out of her. Carrie spread her legs farther apart to give him more room to go deeper. Soon she was up on her knees, rocking back and forth to meet his thrusts, moaning for him to go deeper as he fucked her doggie-style. It was obvious that my wife was not in control of herself at this point. Her mind had shut off and her lust had taken control of her senses. I watched in amazement as her entire body started to shake. She pushed back on Art’s dick faster and faster, and then she was screaming out her passion as they both lost control and started to come.
They stayed in that position for a few minutes, rocking back and forth as the come dripped out of Carrie’s pussy and ran down her leg. In all the years we’d been having sex, I had never seen her orgasm like that. Paula and I just stood there staring as Art and Carrie finally uncoupled and rolled over with dazed looks on their faces. Art fumblingly tried to apologize, explaining that he hadn’t meant things to go that far. At that point I wasn’t sure how I felt about all this, but my cock was harder than ever.
I couldn’t tell whether Paula was upset or just as horny as I was when she told them to get off the mat, because it was our turn. Neither Art nor Carrie made any objections as they moved away to make room for us.
If Paula wanted to play as my wife and her boyfriend had played, it was fine with me, but I wasn’t sure what to do next. But I didn’t have to decide. The mat was extremely slippery, and as we stepped onto it we both went down. Paula landed on all fours and I fell on top of her, but in the opposite direction, so that my head was over her ass, and hers was under my dick. This gave me a great view, but wasn’t getting me any action. Then Paula flipped over onto her back, leaving us in a perfect 69 position. She took my hard, oily dick in her hands and began to stroke it, while I moved in on her pussy and started sliding my tongue in and out as far as I could.
I was aware of Art and Carrie watching us intensely as Paula started to slide my dick in and out of her warm mouth, taking it in deeper every time. The closer I brought her to orgasm with my tongue, the deeper she took in my throbbing dick. I knew by this point I must either fill her mouth with warm come or switch positions. I also knew that the opportunity to fuck this woman might never come again. So I pulled out of her mouth and gently flipped her onto her stomach.
What a view I had. This girl had the most incredibly tight-looking ass I had ever seen. I had to have it. I spread her legs apart, then turned around and knelt between them, facing her ass. I reached over and found the bottle of oil that Art had discarded. I poured some on my hand, then started to rub it onto Paula’s ass. As the oil dripped between her cheeks, I very gently worked a finger up and down her crack, then slid it slowly into her anus. She moaned a little, wriggling her ass. Whatever that meant, it didn’t seem like a protest. I took some more oil on my hand and rubbed it onto my dick.
Again I stole a glance at my wife, who was sitting there watching me as if she were transfixed. I then slid one hand under Paula’s belly and positioned her on her knees. I now had perfect access to her pussy, which I started to fuck doggie-style while stroking her clit with my fingers. After a minute I pulled my dick out of her, but continued to rub her pussy. Soon she was moaning and rocking up and down on my hand. I could tell she was close to coming. I rubbed my dick between her ass checks to make sure we were well lubricated, then positioned the tip at the entrance to her ass. Very slowly I started to inch the head of my dick into her ass as I continued to massage her pussy.
Paula’s moans got louder. For a moment I thought she was objecting, until she started to rock her hips backward, forcing my cock farther into her warm tight ass. Once I was about halfway in she pulled away slightly, and then thrust back at me again, taking my dick completely inside her. Every inch of me was buried in that snug and squirmy ass. The sensation was like nothing I had ever felt before.
Paula continued to rock back and forth, fucking my dick with her ass as I massaged her pussy with one hand and groped at her tits with the other. She was emitting little cries now, sounding like a wild animal, and I could feel the biggest load of my life building up inside me. I began fucking her as fast as I could until I exploded in her warm tight ass.
After that we all had another drink, and then Carrie and I showered off and we went home. That was the most incredible experience I ever had, and I’m really not sure whether Art had meant all this to happen, or if it was totally spontaneous. All I do know is that it will be hard to top it when my own birthday comes up next month.
—E.S., Washington, D.C.
Our Readers Helped Ease Her Misgivings About Fooling Around
Thank you, Penthouse Letters! But for your magazine, my wife would never believe that men actually get off on watching their wives fuck other men. This was in contrast with her initial response when I first raised the subject. It was the typical response I would expect any loyal wife to have: utter surprise
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Though we have never strayed, I’ve been tempted, and until recently Stephanie didn’t have a clue. When I told her, she looked hurt—no, shocked. She almost cried. That is, until I assured her that it wasn’t about actually fucking other women as much as it was about doing something new and different and naughty.
My wife is amazingly beautiful. I know all your letter-writers say that, but she truly is, inside and out. She exudes class, style, and beauty. At five-feet-six, 132 pounds, she’s curvy in all the right places. Her auburn hair frames her face and sets her eyes off magnificently. She’s a lady in every sense of the word, and I can’t stress enough, strange as it sounds, that the temptation I was feeling with other women wasn’t about the act of fucking them.
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I was at work and went to the bathroom. There was nothing else to read except a ragged old issue of your magazine. It was the wife-watching issue, to be exact. As I sat there thumbing through the magazine, looking at the pictures of the hot ladies that grace the pages (you do have some lovely ladies!), I realized it was the titles of the pieces that were catching my attention—all having to do with wives stepping out, going wild, having multiple partners, and—the one that turned it all around for me!—husbands watching their wives doing it with other men.
My God, I wasn’t prepared for what I was reading. I certainly wasn’t prepared for the extremely hard boner that it produced. My cock was harder than I’d ever remembered, and getting harder still as I read some of those hot letters. I stroked myself to two amazing orgasms while I read a few of these stories.
It was then I realized that this was what I needed—this was what we needed! After I cleaned up and caught my breath, I headed back to work, but I couldn’t get those new images out of my mind: images of my wife beneath some handsome stud, screaming out profanities (one of my favorite things) as he fed her his cock, slamming it into her creamy depths.
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