Letters to Penthouse XXXIV

by Penthouse International

  Carrie had made a lot of food and put out a good spread before disappearing into the bedroom to watch TV and stay out of sight. We played cards, watched some stag movies, and consumed more beer than most of us were used to. The excitement level was about what you would expect at a gathering of CPAs, and I was actually looking forward to the end of the party, when we discovered that there had been a sudden snowstorm that had deposited an unexpected two and a half feet of snow while we were busy playing cards and snacking away. My place was a good half mile from the main road, and with the wind whipping the snow about, there was no way that anyone was leaving until a snowplow ventured down our road.

  So there we were, 20 boring guys all partied out at eleven o’clock, and no likelihood of anyone leaving until dawn the next day. So what to do? I went to the bedroom and explained the situation to Carrie, and she said, half jokingly, “Well, I could do a strip for them, like at other bachelor parties!” She had told me about the parties she had been hired for in the past, and how she had ended up doing a number of guys. Those stories were always guaranteed to get me hot, but now I was faced with a different situation. This was my intended bride, after all, and my friends from work. But then I thought, why not? It would be the high spot in most of these guys’ very dull lives. Just to see a woman like Carrie naked would be a treat for them, and if she ended up fucking a few of them, they would be indebted to me for life.

  So, after a bit of further discussion, I went back downstairs and announced that the party was just about to begin. Shortly thereafter Carrie popped down the staircase, dressed in one of her old costumes—short sexy dress, high heels, black mesh stockings, the works. I cranked up the music and off she went, dancing sensuously and gradually removing her clothing, surrounded by the most appreciative audience she had ever had. I was sure half of these guys had never been in a strip club in their lives, and probably some of them had never even seen a naked woman up close and personal.

  After three or four numbers Carrie had gotten down to just her stockings and heels, and in the process of getting there she had rubbed against and fondled every guy in the room, while making racy comments on the size, shape and degree of hardness each had in his pants. The guys were sprawled around on the furniture or on the floor, cheering and clapping and sneaking feels of her bare flesh as she danced around them.

  Finally Carrie suggested that they have a contest. All the men were to take off their pants, and the one with the biggest cock would get to fuck her on the living room rug. And just so no one’s feelings would be hurt, she would give a blowjob to the one with the smallest prick. Everyone got very excited at this idea, including me. I had known this was a possibility when Carrie and I had talked about it earlier, but I was surprised at how aroused I was now by the idea of my fiancée showing off her old-time talents to my friends.

  Carrie was the sole judge of the contest, and while there was some friendly argument, her decision about whose prick was the biggest was accepted in the end. We all watched in awe as Carrie got down on all fours, and the contest winner crawled up behind her and slipped his large dick easily into her juicy cunt. Once he had the rhythm going, the one with the smallest cock slid his erect tool into her mouth as she squealed and salivated all over it. She did both guys very quickly, and then of course all the other guys clamored for the same treatment, and soon the whole show turned into an orgy as my beautiful sexy soulmate proceeded to fuck everyone in the room.

  By around three in the morning, most of the guys were fucked out, and I was the only one still dressed. Carrie was covered in sweat and semen, and was enjoying herself immensely. Finally she went off to shower, taking a couple of the guys along to keep her company.

  While they were gone I started cooking breakfast, and soon I had made up a large batch of Bloody Marys and a great stack of toast, and was working at poaching three dozen eggs. When Carrie came back, all cleaned up, I told her about an idea I had, and she joyfully shucked off her bathrobe and climbed up onto the dining room table.

  I then served breakfast. Everybody got toast and Bloody Marys, but I announced that anybody who wanted a poached egg had to eat if off my fiancée’s naked body, without using his hands. I started by placing one egg between her breasts, one on her belly button, and another on her lower abdomen, just above her pubic mound. Picking up a warm wet egg with your mouth is a really difficult feat. You can suck up most of it or bite off a large portion of it, but some of it is sure to get away. If the egg is being eaten from a naked body, the yolk will flow down over the flesh and must be licked off in order to savor the full experience. The egg on Carrie’s chest tended to move up toward her neck and spill over her throat, forcing the man who was eating it to kiss and nuzzle her neck, even sharing the egg with her mouth to mouth. The one on her navel was easier to control, but still entailed a lot of flesh licking and navel tonguing. The one on the abdomen attracted the most eager players, as the yolk tended to pour down between her legs, and the man would end up sucking the egg from her clitoris, her vagina, and sometimes from her asshole.

  Carrie alternated between giggles and sighs of pleasure as she was licked and sucked by each of the guys, and everybody was sorry when we finally ran out of eggs. Carrie was a sight once again, with egg yolk and saliva matting her hair and sticking to her pretty nude body. However, she was a very happy lady, and when the snowplow finally arrived at around seven o’clock, she kissed each of the guys good-bye and told them that they were the best, and that she hoped we could do this again.

  A week later Carrie and I tied the knot, and all the guys attended the ceremony. That was eighteen months ago, and since then we have started a regular poker night twice a month at our place. At the office we jokingly call it “poke-her night”—a little CPA humor. Carrie has gotten in touch with a few of her old friends from her stripping days, and they sometimes come around to help out, so I get some fresh action as well. It’s really a beautiful system.

  —Name and address withheld

  She Had Posed Nude Before, but Now Her Body Was Even Better

  A couple of years ago my very sexy wife, Karen, had surprised me by giving me a series of nude pictures that she had had taken by a professional photographer. Since then she had been working out a lot, and her perfect body had become even more perfect, if that was possible. Last month she decided to have more pictures taken, and she made an appointment with the same photographer she had used before. This time she asked me to come along. The first time she had posed for him, she explained, she had wanted to fuck him, and she knew he had felt the same way. This time, she said, she was going to fuck him, and me, too.

  On the morning of her appointment, Karen was dressed to kill in a very short skirt, high heels and a clingy, almost see-through top. When we got to the studio Alistair, the photographer, answered the door, and his eyes avidly took in her body. Karen gave him a friendly kiss and a hug, pressing herself against him.

  Alistair told her that he was glad to get the chance to photograph that beautiful body again. I said that if he liked her body before, he was going to go crazy when he saw the current version.

  Inside the studio, Alistair introduced us to a young man named Hank, who he explained was his new assistant. “I hope you don’t mind,” he told Karen. “Hank works with me now that I’ve gotten so busy.”

  Hank was something of a hunk, in his tight jeans and a T-shirt that showed off his muscles. Karen took one look at him and said, “This ought to be fun!”

  Alistair asked Hank to help Karen get ready, and they walked behind a screen at one end of the room. When they returned, Karen was wearing a very short robe, which was a bit too small for her, so that her breasts nearly popped out. “Hank helped me on with my robe. Do you like?” she said, grinning wickedly.

  As he readied the equipment, Alistair asked what Karen had done with the photos he had taken previously. Karen told him she had given them to me, and that I had made good use of them. Alistair asked her what she meant, and she smiled at me, sayin
g, “You tell him, darling.” So I did.

  “Most of the time we keep them in an album at home,” I began. “But I take a few with me when I travel. I show them to some guys at a bar and tell them she’s my neighbor. Then I ask them if they would be interested in fucking her in a threeway next time they come to town. The answer is always yes.”

  “One time he had one of those guys call me up,” Karen put in. “The guy told me all the things he’d like to do to me. I got off while he was talking.”

  Alistair and Hank were both staring, and I went on, “Once she went with me out of town. I took a couple of the pictures to a nearby dance club, showed them to some hunk, and told him she was waiting down the street, in case he felt like helping me fuck her all night long. He nearly fell all over himself saying yes.”

  “Good thing, too,” Karen piped up. “I was really horny that night!”

  Hank and Alistair looked a bit stunned, and I was willing to bet that both of them were getting hard. But now it was time to shoot the pictures. Off came the robe, and there was my beautiful, sexy wife, nude in front of three pretty randy guys. Alistair smiled at her and said that I was right—her workouts had paid off, and her body was even better than before.

  Karen proceeded to pose in a number of different situations, with Hank helping to position her to best advantage as Alistair clicked away with several different cameras. When they called a break at one point, I went up to my wife and kissed her, asking her if she was enjoying herself. I knew the answer when I slid my hand down to her pussy and found that it was wet. I then asked her if she would like to pose with Hank for a few shots, just to try something different. Karen purred her assent, and I asked Hank if he would mind posing with her. The bulge in his jeans was reply enough.

  Karen was so eager that she helped him pull off his clothes, until he was as naked as she was. They were quite a pair—two beautifully sculpted, perfectly formed bodies. As the camera clicked, I encouraged them to feel free with each other and to touch each other’s bodies. As always, I found it quite erotic to watch another man slide his hands all over my wife’s curvy flesh. Soon they didn’t need encouragement. Hank was feeling her awesome breasts with one hand and sliding the other over her ass, while Karen was clutching his amazing cock.

  “Can I have a photo of Hank’s cock going in my mouth, please?” Karen said breathlessly. I smiled as she brought her mouth close to him, and Hank groaned while the camera clicked. “I just want to taste it,” she panted, and as she teased it with her lips and tongue I couldn’t take it anymore. I quickly stripped and moved around behind her, then slid my cock into her sweet wet pussy. As I started to move in and out, her taste of Hank’s cock became an engulfing mouthful. Seeing her take that cock in as far as she could and suck on it eagerly set me off, and I shot a heavy load right into her sopping-wet pussy.

  “Next,” I said, looking at Alistair. “I think she needs more cock; she has never been so wet.” Alistair put down his camera and moved toward her. Karen reached up and grabbed his leg as he came within her reach, sliding her hand up to his cock. As she unbuckled his belt and opened his pants, Hank moved around to take my place. Karen quickly released Alistair’s stiff and straining cock, which looked to be an amazing ten inches long.

  “My God!” Karen breathed. “Look at this! Why didn’t I fuck this last time?” Her last words were muffled as she took his pole into her mouth, just as Hank slid his rock-hard cock into her from behind.

  I stood there and watched the most beautiful woman I know fucking two guys at once. It didn’t take long for Hank to come into her pussy, after which Alistair left her mouth to take his turn. He kissed her deeply as he pounded into her cunt. Karen cried out in orgasm several times before he finally shot inside her.

  For the next hour or so there were no more pictures, as we all fucked my wife in every possible orifice and every possible position. None of us was able to get enough, including Karen. Even after we were finally spent, and Alistair, Hank, and I started to get dressed, we asked Karen to stay nude for us, just so we could keep looking at her perfect body a little while longer.

  Eventually, Karen and I had to leave. As we headed for the door, Karen, with a twinkle in her eye, asked, “When will those pictures be ready, Alistair? I’d like to come back with my husband to pick them up, and I hope you and Hank will both be here to review them with us. It will surely be a ton of fun!”

  I didn’t think there was much doubt of that.

  —F.P., Albany, New York

  She Wanted to Make It With Other Men, but She Needed a Little Push

  Two months ago I sent my wife over to my friend’s auto shop, dressed in some of her hottest clothes. She’d been talking about fucking other guys for the longest time, so I went ahead and set it up for her, and now she does a lot more than talk about it.

  Jeannine was a virgin when we met, and after a few years of monogamy she started wondering what sex with other men was like. I told her that if she wanted to find out, I wouldn’t stand in her way. But since we were living in a small town, there wasn’t much we could do about it without everyone finding out.

  Last fall, however, I was promoted to a good job here in Chicago. As soon as we moved here, Jeannine started talking about trying some of the forbidden fruit she saw all around her. At 23, she was hot and ready to play. And for sure my wife has a body built for sex. She’s been blessed with a full set of round, bouncy boobs, topped with big dark nipples that love to be sucked on. She’s also got great legs, a cute butt, and a nice tight pussy. I like the idea of being married to such a sexy woman, but as I say, I was more than willing to share her, if that was what she wanted.

  However, as the months went by and nothing happened, I was starting to think Jeannine was just a big tease. No matter how hot she got talking about fucking other men, no guy ever seemed to be the right guy, or the time wasn’t good, or something. I waited and waited, but nothing came to pass. Until I got the idea of setting her up a surprise party.

  I enjoy working on my classic ’67 Firebird, and since our move to Chicago I’d had all my machining done at a certain auto shop owned by a guy named Eddie. One day Jeannine and I went to Eddie’s place to drop off a few parts. I was busy talking to him when I noticed Jeannine flirting with several of his mechanics, all of them big, solidly built guys. Eddie said something about how attractive my wife was, and without thinking I replied, half jokingly, “Yeah, she’s sexy all right, and she could really use a good tune-up and lube job. Do you guys do that kind of work?”

  Eddie stared at me for a moment, then asked if I was serious. I shrugged, and then explained the situation to him. After some thought, Eddie said that he and his guys usually stuck around to catch up on paperwork on Friday nights after the garage closed, and that if Jeannine wanted to come around they would be only to happy to help her out. I said that sounded like a good idea, but I thought she would need a little push to get there. So we made some plans.

  On Friday afternoon I called Jeannine from work and told her to put on her sexiest clothes, because I had a special treat for her that night. I let her believe that we were going out to dinner, and then going dancing at this new club downtown. I asked her to wear her G-string panties and a short skirt I liked, which showed off her butt when we danced.

  When I got home that evening I got very excited as I saw her walking around in that skirt that barely covered the curves of her bottom. She also had on a tight sleeveless sweater that really showed off her big bouncy tits. She was just finishing her makeup when the phone rang right on cue at seven o’clock. I knew it was Eddie, so I asked Jeannine to take the call, as I was just getting ready to take a shower. Eddie, as we had planned, told her that the part I had been waiting for was ready, but that I’d better get it right away or I’d have to wait until Monday. I was in the shower—as planned—when Jeannine reported this to me, so I asked her if she would mind running over there to get it. Jeannine said sure. I told her to take her time, but she said she’d be right bac
k. However, I was hoping she wouldn’t get home for a couple of hours.

  Well, I got my wish, and more. When she didn’t come right home, I knew they had gotten her to stay for some conversation, if nothing else. When she wasn’t home after an hour I figured she was having a good time. Then, as more hours passed, it became pretty obvious that the tune-up and lube job I had set her up for was really taking place. My cock was hard, and I almost jerked off, but I didn’t. I tried to watch TV, but all I could think about was what my wife was doing.

  It was almost midnight when I heard her car drive up. I didn’t know what to expect when I went to meet my wife at the door.

  It was immediately obvious by the look on her face that Eddie and the gang had showed Jeannine a great time. She looked like she was in heaven as she took me by the hand and led me to our bedroom.

  We kissed like animals in heat as she told me how she loved being a naughty wife. She thanked me over and over for arranging this night for her. I kissed her come-splattered neck and worked my way down to her beautiful sticky tits as she told me how the garage had been closed when she got there, but she had seen the light in the back and gone to knock on the door. The guys had been drinking beer and had a porn film going. She asked Eddie if they did that every Friday night, but he said no, this was a special occasion. She told me how her pussy quivered with lust when he put his hand on her butt and kept it there. She had smiled at him to let him know it was okay to touch her, and when George, one of the mechanics, offered her a beer, she smiled at him, too, and accepted.

  When she finished her beer and was offered another, she said she had to go, even though she didn’t want to, because she thought I would be waiting at home for her. Eddie then explained to her that I had asked them to throw this party for her. After that she knew everything was okay, and from that point on my very horny wife allowed herself to enjoy the attentions of the four men, knowing that I had arranged the whole thing.