Letters to Penthouse XXXIV

by Penthouse International

  When I got home, Eva told me about her job and offered sketchy details of how she was contemplating what I’d said about sleeping around to get pregnant.

  I hushed her. “As long as you’re doing everything you can, and you’re happy, I’m happy,” I assured her.

  The month I was home, she left for work each night and returned in the early morning with a glow on her face. I never saw her look so good. Our sex was great! We screwed like teenagers. No more jacking off into a jar in a sterile doctor’s office! I was a happy man.

  I had confidence that Eva would select a smart, successful father for our child. Once she was pregnant, she could retire from stripping and be a stay-at-home mom. As time drew near for me to leave again, I asked Eva for one thing: to please stay at the club where she was. I didn’t say why—that I knew the men who frequented it were professionals, not the seamen and oil-field scum and rough migrant farm workers I’d seen in nearby clubs. I wanted the best sperm donor for our child!

  I did say that getting pregnant was as important to me as it was to her, and whatever decisions she made, I would support.

  My third night at sea, I was walking through the rec room, which was loud and noisier than usual, and I glanced in to see what the guys were watching. To my horror I saw they had the tape of my wife sent by the detective! I must have left it in the machine the month before. Thirty horny sailors were gazing with lust at my wife stripping!

  This one guy bragged in a booming voice, “I found that tape in here just before we shipped back to land last month. It’s some chick named Eva, the label says. Me and the crew watched it and saw the gal actually fuck some guys upstairs in that fancy club. We bribed the harbor pilot to take us ashore early, then looked the little lady up. Did we have us a good time!”

  Several guys guffawed as my nude wife lifted her large breasts and licked her nipples on the big-screen TV. I saw a couple of men rubbing their cocks through their pants as they watched and listened.

  A real bruiser spoke next: “Guys, the sea gods must have been smiling down on us to find that tape just then. When we got to the club, the manager said it was Eva’s night to do her ‘special’ lap dances! We found us good seats, and you ain’t gonna believe what happened.”

  He paused and pointed at the screen as my wife shoved her ass in a guy’s face near the stage and the room broke into hoots and cheers! My heart went to my throat at the thought of my sweet Eva nude in front of these brutish men.

  Another rough guy told his story. “It was about 20 of us there one night. After seeing that movie, I had to see that sweet ass up close and personal, if you get my drift.” The room filled with laughter at his crude remark. “We watched a few strippers, but when our big-titted movie star came onstage, we went nuts! She made my dick so hard, I could have used it to drive nails!”

  “Tell them about the lap dance,” a guy yelled from the rear of the room.

  He continued, “After the show, the emcee said anyone wanting a ‘special’ lap dance could go upstairs. You should have seen the stampede of men.

  “Eva was in a small room looking out over the dance floor. I got there first and asked, ‘How much for a lap dance?’ The minx looks me in the eye and says, ‘I don’t do lap dances, but I’ll fuck you for a hundred.’ I asked about a blowjob, and she said, ‘Whatever you want, as long as we fuck first.’

  “When she saw the gang at the door she didn’t flinch. She just said she had to be back on the dance floor in two hours, so whoever was interested better get their money and their dicks out.” For the next two hours she fucked and sucked most of the crew.

  “Crazy bitch always insisted on a straight fuck before she’d suck you off. She even took some guys up her asshole after she was satisfied she had got all of their ‘good sperm.’ Bitch kept saying, ‘I need your good sperm first!’ After I donated a month’s worth of come to her cooze, she let me come down her throat. As far as I was concerned, all the sperm I left in her was ‘good sperm’!”

  The room broke out in laughter. A fat cook yelled, “When we was through, she was full of ‘good sperm.’ Hell, she was a walking sperm bank. That is, if she could still walk!”

  Everyone fell out laughing—with one exception, me. My heart was pounding in my ears. The first guy now said, “I know some guys on the ship’s other shift, and as I was boarding and they were deboarding I told them what happened while we were on shore. They all said they were headed straight to Eva’s club. By the time word spreads to that whole crew, she’s gonna need a vacation as they all show up looking to donate some ‘good sperm.’ Most of those guys ain’t married and have a month’s pay in their pockets—and a hard-on.”

  “They’s gonna have that cooze all worn out by the time we make it back,” an assistant cook whined.

  With the next mail a second package came, with another tape. Again late at night I slipped into the rec room, and for the next three hours I watched my sweet Eva service most of the men I work with—white, black, Mexicans, young and old, all filled her pussy with “good sperm” before filling her asshole or her sweet mouth with what they had left. As I watched my fellow seamen’s come run out of my wife’s cunt and ass, my dick got hard. I don’t know how she could perform onstage after each fuck session upstairs, but she did. By my calculation she made 1500 dollars that night, and she works six nights a week. She had also increased her chances of pregnancy tremendously, especially since another 20-plus horny seamen had most of a month to knock her up before I could get back home.

  As more tapes arrived, I continued to watch my wife taking on man after man, each time insisting on a straight fuck before satisfying their more perverse desires. At one point, she appeared to have worn out the seamen’s dicks or bank accounts, as her night was filled fucking an entire pro basketball team.

  I wondered what kind of baby attributes she had in mind as she bent over a couch letting them fill her cunt to overflowing, one after another, then allowed the second go-round to double-team her asshole and mouth. Before she returned to the dance floor, the last few black cocks on the tape used her sweet red lips as their final release for any semen they had left. I watched in awe as my Eva sucked off four huge cocks, one after the other. As she slurped the last cock, I realized from the camera angle that she must have just blown the dick of my private dick! The hidden camera was so close to her mouth that I could see his jism spew in her mouth. As she licked his warm come from his big balls, my come shot clear across the room from me jacking off.

  Each night, I rewatched my wife taking cock after cock while I pumped myself to climax imagining that the come she was swallowing was mine. God, I missed her!

  For months I kept my secret. My sweet Eva didn’t know I knew all about her “sperm donors” at the club. If she was willing to take on dozens of strange men to get pregnant, I wasn’t going to embarrass her. I love her, and we now had a normal life when we were together! No more artificial insemination! Pregnancy would make our lives perfect.

  Month after month I returned home, but on this last trip I returned to a pregnant and happy wife! She had used a self-test kit just a few hours earlier and had gotten a positive result. She was the happiest woman on the face of the earth, and I was the happiest man, now that I knew my wife was no longer going to be a sperm receptacle for my coworkers and any guy with money and a hard-on.

  I would find out soon enough that I was wrong.

  Eva didn’t know that I’d seen her fucking other men. I figured that as she was now knocked up, she would settle into the life of a pregnant wife and mother. Which is where I’d figured wrong. She had become used to the money she made servicing men night after night, and was unaware that I knew how many she fucked. She probably thought that I figured she’d gotten knocked up by a lover.

  I knew that the gang bangs she participated in had supplied her with not just copious amounts of sperm but thousands of dollars in our checking account. Still, just before I left for sea, I had my pregnant wife promise to give up stripping when she
was no longer attractive to her customers. She also promised that no man but me would be between her legs!

  As Eva reached her seventh month of pregnancy, I thought our life would begin to change. I expected her to tell me she was giving up her life as a stripper. Her belly was rather round, and her ample tits had grown even larger. We no longer had missionary-style sex, as the doctor said she was carrying twins.

  I assumed Eva was ready to settle down as a mother, but before I left, she broke the news. She said as long as her customers tipped her well, she would work. She reminded me that we needed to make money for the baby expenses and to pay off our astronomical medical bills from when she was taking fertility drugs.

  I certainly couldn’t argue with the logic.

  During my next shift at sea, I received another tape. The talk about fucking Eva had died down on the ship, so I put the tape in my locker and forgot about it—that is, until one day a guy named Randy was coptered in to replace a sick crew member. At dinner that night he brought up to the guys the stories of the stripper they had all shared.

  “Guys, remember the chick at the high-class strip joint?” he said.

  “Yeah, she was one fine fuck,” somebody said. “I spent most of my last paycheck keeping my hard-on in her sweet mouth.”

  Randy continued: “She’s pregnant now, and still stripping! And damn if I didn’t get a hard-on watching her strut around with that fat belly and them milk-swollen tits! The last night I was on land, she was the biggest attraction at the club. You should see guys in the front row all shoving money in her G-string to get her to squeeze one of those giant tits. Damn cunt! She’s got the guys going wilder over her than ever.

  “And you know what’s even weirder? She now charges you 300 dollars to let you fuck her in the ass. And would you believe, every guy in the joint wants her! The best part is, after you shoot your load in her ass, she begs you to suck those giant jugs of hers. It’s like nothing I ever felt before, and you wouldn’t believe how sensitive those big boobs of hers are. She just goes nuts.”

  As the guys laughed, Randy continued, “But if you guys want to experience it, you better hurry. I’ll be darned if the customers ain’t lining up to do her, and now she’s only screwing about four guys a night, between strip sessions. The manager has started taking reservations, because she’s going to have that baby of hers real soon, and all of the guys are just so nuts to go upstairs with her!”

  Shortly after I returned home last time, Eva went into labor. My beautiful wife and I are now the proud parents of triplets—two boys and a girl. It seems those fertility drugs worked after all! One of the boys appears to have Mexican features, while his brother’s hair is red. Our daughter has a very dark complexion and thick, curly hair.

  The bills are all paid off, but raising three kids is expensive. Diapers and doctor visits are adding up. I’m scheduled to go back to sea soon, so I hired a nanny to help around the house. I told Eva I could work extra shifts to help pay for it, but she wouldn’t hear of it. She just said she would work out the details.

  And I know she will work it out. She always does!

  —M.T., Pensacola, Florida

  His Wife Always Wanted More, and Bigger.And She Got It

  My wife Rachel and I got along okay for the first eight years of our marriage, but after that it rapidly fell apart, and I thought for sure we were getting divorced. However, everything changed for the better when my wife discovered that she enjoyed being a cock-hungry slut.

  It started when Rachel began working out and getting back into shape. It seemed that men were flirting with her constantly. I never said a word, because the more she got hit on, the wilder she got and the more fun she was to live with. I’m several years older than she is, and I knew she liked younger studs. She also enjoyed showing off her tight five-foot-three, 110-pound body, with the big beautiful breasts and large protruding nipples that always got a lot of attention.

  Well, I’d rather be married to a horny slut than a boring prude any day. I know that because life with Rachel has been much more exciting since she gave up monogamy.

  I noticed the change in her not long after she started working five nights a week at a nearby department store in the mall. She got off at 11, and for the first few nights she would get home by midnight, and would be too tired for sex. Then gradually she started getting home later and later, eventually crawling into bed at three or four in the morning. But when she did get home she would be horny as the dickens and ready to fuck like a freight train. I was so happy that I never said a word about the hickeys and love marks all over her body, not to mention her creamy-wet pussy.

  It was obvious that Rachel was having an affair with somebody at the store, but she didn’t tell me about it until after her lover got fired and moved out of town. Then she broke down and told me everything. I enjoyed listening to my wife moan about how much she missed another man’s big thick dick inside her horny hole. She spilled out all the wanton details of their torrid affair as I ate out her delicious honeypot. She told me how the two of them would go to his place and fuck for hours after they got off work. She said that his thick hunk of meat got her so hot and horny that he could talk her into doing anything he wanted. She even told me she had let several of his friends join in, too. As I crawled up from between her legs with my face covered with her delicious pussy juice, I told Rachel that I knew she had been fooling around. Squeezing her big boobs and sucking on her hard nipples, I told her that I loved her being a slut, because of how horny she had become. Kissing her and slipping my rock-hard cock inside her hot twat, I said that if having outside lovers was what it took to make her my happily married wife, then it was fine with me. I looked her in the eyes as I pumped my cock in and out of her sopping love hole, and I told her she should have a great time with as many men as she wanted. I quickly added that I loved the way her pussy felt after she’d been fucking other men.

  Rachel admitted that she never expected me to want her to have lovers. But she was so glad that I didn’t want a divorce that she shared her sex life with me from then on.

  My wife has always loved big long cocks, and she said she wanted her next stud to be even more endowed than her last lover, whose dick had measured nine inches. I suggested that she start flirting with the black guys she worked with, and that’s just what my sexy wife did. That Friday night she called me from work, sounding hot and horny as hell, asking me what I thought about her sleeping with this guy named Phil. She said that he was six-feet-four and handsome, and was rumored to have a thick 12-inch black python for a cock. I thought he sounded like the perfect lover for her, and said so. Rachel then admitted that she had already let him feel up her big boobs and pinch her hard nipples while they worked alone in the warehouse. I then encouraged my loving slut of a wife to continue flirting with him and see what happened.

  Well, what happened was that Rachel finally got in the door late the next morning, full of tales about the things she had done with her new well-hung lover. She said that as soon as they got to his place that foot-long black snake was working its way into her dripping honeypot. She and I fucked like never before as she described how good Phil was in bed. I almost came when my dick disappeared into her stretched, expanded tunnel of love. I’ll never forget the horny look on Rachel’s face. She asked me what I thought, and I replied that it actually turned me on to think that Phil’s foot-long dong had been where I was less than an hour before. After a quick romp, she slept for several hours.

  It was after sunset when Rachel finally woke. We fooled around a little before she showered, but I could tell that she was holding back. I knew why when Phil came over around eight that night. The three of us got messed up on a big fat joint before he took Rachel into our bedroom. My wife asked me if I wanted to watch her with her lover, promising me that she wouldn’t hold anything back. Phil had no objection, and I got off like never before watching Rachel enjoy every inch of that foot-long python. And when Phil left, several hours later, I got to enjoy fresh sl
oppy seconds. That was the first porn show my wife put on for me, but not the last.

  Soon Rachel started going out bar-hopping with Phil and his friends after work. Like her first lover, Phil enjoyed sharing his hot slut with his pals, and Rachel got a kick out of taking them all on. I didn’t mind having to wait my turn, because those guys would get my wife even hotter than her first lover had. Rachel said it was because not only did those black studs know she was a cock-craving slut, they knew how to treat her like one.

  After a few more weeks, though, my insatiable wife started chomping at the bit for something more. I was watching her and Phil going at it on the couch when she began moaning about how Phil’s 12 inches now felt loose in her stretched-out honeypot, and she wanted to try fucking someone even bigger! Phil reached up and took hold of Rachel’s swaying boobs as he told her about a partner of his with a 14-inch dick as thick as a baseball bat. Pinching her nipples, he added that she was welcome to fuck him all she wanted. I could see by the smile on her gorgeous face that she liked the idea of a monster like that being buried deep inside her. She started moaning and whimpering and riding him really hard, while I sat in my recliner, smoking a joint. I enjoyed watching her get off as she panted and moaned about how she couldn’t wait to feel his friend’s big thing inside her horny love hole.

  Rachel invited the two of them over to our place the very next night, so that I could watch her enjoy two big black cocks at the same time. I was in a lustful daze all day long as I waited for what I was sure would be a memorable experience.

  Rachel took a long time getting herself ready that night, and when she came out of the bedroom she looked like a total tramp. I loved it. She wore a tight stretch see-through black top with no bra, a very short pleated red skirt and black thigh-high stockings, with matching three-inch fuck-me pumps. As I stared at her she turned around and bent over to show me that she wasn’t wearing any underpants. With her blonde hair flowing loose, her face made up, and her lips and long nails painted a bright red, she looked like a working girl ready for a busy night.