Letters to Penthouse XXXIV

by Penthouse International

  Time has been kind to Jane, too. Thanks to lots of lifting and running, her body is as firm now as it was in her college days. And her enhanced breasts are actually fuller, while her large pink nipples are still perfect for sucking. She still has long hair, but now shaves her pussy completely.

  Before long they were talking about meeting during one of Chuck’s business trips to St. Louis. Jane raised the subject of including me. Unfortunately, he wasn’t comfortable about performing in front of me.

  She really wanted to be with him, but didn’t want me left out. She got the idea of secretly arranging to book the hotel room next to his when they met in St. Louis. From there I wouldn’t be able to see them, but, we hoped, I could hear. She promised to be very noisy! It sounded like a great idea, so Jane proceeded. She called the hotel with a story about being Chuck’s sister and needing to have a room connecting with his for a surprise birthday party. A friendly young woman named Connie said she’d take care of everything.

  A week later we drove to St. Louis. Connie checked us in and assured us Chuck would be assigned the connecting room. We went up to our room. Sure enough, there was a door connecting to the next room.

  Jane changed into the outfit Chuck had requested: a very short skirt, no panties, and a halter top that highlighted her gorgeous nipples. An hour later Chuck called Jane’s cell phone and said he was on his way to the hotel. She kissed me good-bye and went down to the lobby to wait.

  Meanwhile, I opened the connecting door on our side and lay down on the floor with my head near the door to Chuck’s room. In just a few minutes I heard the room door open. I was delighted to discover I could hear everything Jane and Chuck said. It was like I was in the room with them!

  Not being able to actually see them forced my imagination to work overtime. My cock quickly got hard.

  They didn’t waste any time getting reacquainted. They began kissing immediately, and Jane found ways of providing a sensuous description of everything that was happening. When she moaned, “Oh, Chuck, I love the way you suck my nipples,” I knew he’d taken off her top and was kissing her breasts. A few minutes later, when she sighed, “Don’t stop, I’m coming,” I knew he was sucking her clit. She moaned then until she said, “You’re going to make me come again!”

  After Chuck had brought Jane to two orgasms orally, I heard movement on the bed. When she whispered, “Please go slow,” I knew he was beginning to work his big cock into her. A minute or two later she exclaimed, “Ohmygod, you’re hitting the back of me!” It was obvious what that meant.

  I heard every pant, every moan, every movement of the bed as he fucked her. I could hear the sounds of her wet pussy! Then there was more movement, and I heard that he was eating her again. Obviously an experienced, patient lover, he was taking his time with her. He would bring her to a fever pitch of excitement, then let her come down before going back to work on her.

  This pattern of alternating oral sex and fucking continued for over an hour. Then I heard the slurping sounds of Jane’s mouth, and I knew Chuck was going to come in it. He groaned and she made excited noises as she gulped down his load.

  “Wow, you’re as fantastic as I remembered,” Chuck said when he recovered.

  “And you’re much, much better than I remembered!” Jane said.

  When he went to shower, she came over to the connecting door and whispered, “Are you listening?”

  “Yes,” I replied, “I’m right on the other side.”

  She opened the door and kissed me. Her body glistened, and she tasted of Chuck’s come. She’d never looked sexier! She asked how much I could hear. I said everything! She smiled and said, “Keep listening, there’ll be lots more,” as she quietly closed the door.

  And there was lots more. Chuck and Jane went to dinner, then had a long session. I couldn’t believe how excited I was to hear my wife being fucked, eaten, and driven to climax by her old lover! I slept on the floor next to the door to not miss anything. I was awakened in the middle of the night by sounds of passionate sex, and then again in the morning.

  Chuck had to fly home. They left the room together and said good-bye in the lobby. He went to check out and she pretended to head for the garage. As soon as she got out of his sight, she hurried back up to our room. She was as excited as I’ve ever seen her!

  Although she’d enjoyed over 12 hours of sex with Chuck, she wanted more! We stripped and jumped into bed, where we fucked for several hours while talking about Chuck and what I’d heard. It was fantastic!

  When Connie checked us out, she asked about the surprise party. Jane told her that Chuck wasn’t really her brother. Connie’s smile widened. “Ooh,” she said, “a ménage à trois!” There were too many people around for us to be able to explain, so we just said yes. Jane has since talked to Connie several times and told her the whole story. She promises to get us an even nicer pair of rooms the next time we all come to St. Louis. She even told Jane that next time she would like to come up and listen with me! We can’t wait!

  —F.E., Columbia, Missouri

  She Saw Him Checking Her Out, So She Gave Him a Real Good Show

  My wife, Sharon, and I are in our early 50s. Up until a few years ago, our best friends were a couple named Ed and Donna. Sharon and Donna had worked together for 30 years, and every Wednesday night for as long as I can remember the two of them used to come over to our place for a few drinks, and to play cards or dominoes or whatever. Sadly, Donna died about three years ago, but Ed still comes over to visit with us every Wednesday.

  About three or four months ago I noticed Ed checking out my wife’s legs. He was sitting in a chair across the room from her as she sat on the couch, wearing a rather short dress.

  Now Sharon happens to have a lot of hair around her pussy, and I think Ed may have seen some hair straggling out of the crotch of her panties. I could see that he was excited. After Ed left I told Sharon about this. She replied that she had been noticing Ed checking her out for several weeks, and that tonight she had deliberately given him a show to confirm it. I then suggested that the next week she should give him a real show. She asked me if I would be all right with that, and I said yes.

  The next Wednesday Sharon wore an even shorter dress, and no panties. She had a few drinks before Ed arrived, to get in the mood. When Ed showed up I got us some beers and gave Sharon a brandy. As we sat around talking, I could see that Ed was getting a really good look at Sharon’s legs and thighs. He was really enjoying what he saw, and she seemed to be enjoying it, too. She kept opening her legs enough to give him an eyeful of her hairy bush.

  Ed stayed until after eleven, and when he left Sharon and I talked about what had happened. I said I thought Ed had really enjoyed himself, looking at her hairy pubic mound. Sharon then said that when the girls used to talk at work, Donna had sometimes boasted about how well hung Ed was. I then asked her if she wanted to find out if that was true, and she said she wouldn’t mind.

  When I ran into Ed that weekend, I asked him if he had enjoyed last Wednesday night. He blushed a dark red and said nothing. I then told him that he could have an even better time the next Wednesday, but he would have to confirm a rumor about his manhood. He was very surprised at this, but when I explained about Sharon’s conversations with his late wife, I could tell he was excited.

  That Wednesday night Sharon again wore her short red dress with no panties. We had already discussed what was going to happen, at least as far as we knew. As we sat with our drinks, I watched Ed responding to my wife’s blatant exhibitionism. Then, out of the blue, she asked him to settle something for her about his manhood. Ed, obviously emboldened by our previous conversation, replied that if she liked she could see for herself. With that Sharon got up, went over to Ed’s chair, and quickly undid his pants. I watched, totally amazed, as she pulled out the biggest cock I had ever seen. She couldn’t even get her hand around it. She started to stroke it and it grew larger still.

  Ed, a little embarrassed now, looked over at me, but I told h
im it was okay, and that he should relax and enjoy it. Sharon for her part was getting visibly excited. She rubbed the head of his huge cock between her well-rounded breasts. Then she looked at me and asked if she could give it a try. Knowing that poor Ed had not had sex for three years or more, I said okay.

  Sharon got up on the couch after attempting unsuccessfully to give Ed oral sex. She got onto all fours with her ass sticking out toward him, hiked up her skirt, and parted her legs. I gave Ed some lube to make it easier for him to penetrate her. After lubing them both up, he started to enter her slowly as she yelped and moaned with pleasure. He went in a little bit at a time, until he was fully inside. When he started pumping her she cried out with the sheer delicious joy of it, and before long she was practically screaming the walls down.

  I stroked my own cock as I watched them. Ed gripped her hips and banged away until, after Sharon had screamed her way through several climaxes, he emptied his pent-up sperm inside her.

  Sharon has been a new woman ever since that night, and our own sex life is better than ever. Ed still comes by every Wednesday night, and he also comes inside Sharon. It’s been good for all of us.

  —F.F., Butte, Montana

  Prescription for a Low Sex Drive: Take One Large Black Man . . .

  I am a 33-year-old brunette with what most men consider a good figure. My husband, Vince, and I have a good relationship, but last year for some reason my sex drive seemed to just fade away. Vince did his best to bring it to life again, and so did I, but nothing seemed to work.

  This all changed dramatically when we met Aaron in a bar about half an hour from our home. Aaron is a big, tall black stud who also happens to have a nice personality. I’ve always been secretly attracted to black guys, and Aaron’s big muscular form really turned me on.

  I had a few drinks, which of course loosened me up a bit. I don’t remember how our conversation got onto the subject of underwear, but when it did I surprised myself by admitting that I seldom wore any. Aaron asked Vince if this was true, and Vince told him it was. Aaron seemed to find this very interesting.

  It was late when we left the bar and walked out to the parking lot. Aaron walked us to our car, and as I opened the car door I felt his hand run over my butt. I backed against him and felt the bulge in his pants. I’d never been so turned on in my life.

  On the drive home, Vince teased me, saying that Aaron wanted to bang me, but I laughed it off, though secretly I was totally drenched at the thought of it. We saw Aaron again about a week later at the same bar, but he had to leave early, so nothing further happened. Then one day Vince came home with three tickets to a football game. He said he had run into Aaron in town and had invited him to go with us. I didn’t say anything, but I wondered whether that meeting had really been accidental.

  On the day of the game I took great care with my appearance. I shaved my pussy and trimmed my bush, just as Vince liked it. I dressed in a short red Lycra dress, black stockings, and a garter belt and red shoes. Not exactly football attire, but I covered it all with a long coat. A lot of the spectators were wearing red, as that was the team’s color, so that helped me to blend in.

  We had a few drinks at the game, and I was not surprised when Vince invited Aaron to come home with us afterward for a few more.

  As we sat around talking and drinking, Aaron mentioned how gorgeous I looked, and I thanked him. I couldn’t help but wonder how this was going to develop. I was getting wet all over again.

  We were sitting in the living room, Vince and I on the couch, Aaron sitting across from us. My dress had ridden up to my stocking tops, and now I parted my legs slightly to let him see up my skirt. My pussy was wetter than ever, and I was almost shaking with excitement and trying to think of a way that I could maneuver the situation so I could get to fuck this fine black stud. I wasn’t sure how much of this Vince was aware of, but he didn’t say anything.

  What happened next was that Aaron took matters into his own hands. “My God, you are just too much of a temptation, girl,” he said, and with that he got up and came over to the couch, running his hand between my thighs to my wet pussy. I looked at Vince, expecting him to protest, but he just sat there and smiled as Aaron pushed two fingers inside me. Well, if that was the way it was, I decided I might as well go for it, and I reached for the bulge in Aaron’s pants. The tent he had there was huge, and I quickly undid his pants and pulled them down, together with his undershorts, to see my first black cock up close. He was way bigger than Vince, and I had to use both hands to hold him. I stroked him as I drew his large cockhead into my mouth.

  His groans were loud in my ears as I sucked him deep into my mouth. Vince now decided to join in the fun, and I raised my ass off the couch as I felt him tugging at my dress. He pulled it off, and now I was sitting there in just my stockings and garter belt.

  It was Vince who suggested that we move into the bedroom. Both of them felt my naked ass as we walked down the hall. When we got there I caught a glimpse of us in the full-length mirror. The contrast between my creamy white flesh and Aaron’s ebony complexion was electrifying.

  On the bed, Aaron parted my legs and started licking my pussy as Vince offered me his large cock to suck. After a few minutes Aaron moved up between my legs and rubbed his massive cock against my pussy, coating the end of his knob with my juices. I begged him to enter me, and he eased himself into me slowly. I had an instant orgasm as he started thrusting powerfully in and out of me. I heard Vince urging him on. This was way too much for me, and I came again, screaming.

  The guys let me rest a while after that. Then Aaron turned me over and moved behind me. He lifted my leg a little and rubbed my pussy with his weapon again. Then, without any warning at all, he placed that huge cock between my butt cheeks and started easing it into my asshole. I lay there in total shock, looking at Vince wide-eyed as Aaron invaded my virgin ass. It felt strange at first, but soon I began to moan with pleasure as the sensation overwhelmed me.

  Then Vince whispered something to Aaron, who slowly withdrew from my now-stretched ass. Vince lay down on the bed and told me to mount him. As I impaled myself on his stiff dick, Aaron pushed me forward and eased himself back into my asshole. This was unbelievable—I was being taken by two guys at once, one in my pussy and one in my ass!

  They soon established a steady contrapuntal rhythm, and I began to go crazy. They banged me to orgasm that way, and then Vince blasted into me, and a minute later Aaron’s sperm filled my ass.

  That was the first of many encounters with Aaron, and there have been others, too. Vince says that now that we’ve found the way to revive my sex drive, we’d better stick with it, and I couldn’t agree more.

  —Name and address withheld

  She Wanted a Go-Go Boy for a Present, But She Got Five of Them

  My long-time lady friend and I are not exactly youngsters. Joan has just passed her 50 birthday—although I must say that she has the looks and body of a woman in her late 30s. We have been seeing each other for years, and it is a strange and wonderful relationship. Though we are opposites in many ways, it is the closest relationship I have ever had with a woman. She is my best friend and buddy, and I just enjoy spending time with her. Yes, we have made love, but are not what you would call lovers. I’m convinced that our relationship is what the institution of marriage should be. We’d probably sacrifice our lives for each other if the situation warranted, that’s how close we are. She could call me any hour of the day or night and I would be there, and vice versa. I know she has had a few outside sexual encounters over the years we’ve been seeing each other, and so have I. We always return to each other as though to a comfortable old pair of shoes.

  The incident I am about to recount took place on Joan’s 50th birthday. As that landmark approached, knowing that she had no particular plans for celebrating it, I asked her what she would like to do. Her reply was, “I’d like for you to take me to dinner at a nice romantic place.”

  “Fine,” I said. “But what kind of pr
esent would you like?”

  Joan gave me a big wise-ass smile and said jokingly, “I want a go-go boy.” I might mention that she is a great loose-limbed dancer herself, and enjoys dancing to fast rock and roll or disco music.

  “I’ll work on it,” I told her, and we both laughed at the thought.

  In the following days I thought about this conversation a lot. I remembered that Joan had previously mentioned the idea of hiring a go-go boy for her younger sister’s birthday. I had told her that her sister would probably attack the poor guy, and we’d both gotten a chuckle out of that.

  One day a few weeks later, I ran into an acquaintance of mine named Ari, a young man from my old neighborhood whom I had known since he was a kid. We stopped to talk, and I learned that he was currently without a steady job, but was making a pretty decent living as a freelance limo driver, and also, of all things, as a go-go boy, dancing at male strip clubs, as well as at bridal showers and other social events.

  Naturally this brought my conversation with Joan to mind, and a brilliant idea flashed into my head. I asked Ari if he was free the night of my lady’s birthday, and if he could bring along a chorus line of three or four more of his go-go-boy friends. Ari said he was available, for the right price, of course. I gave him Joan’s address and told him to get there around ten o’clock on the night in question. My idea ended up costing me $400, but I thought it was worth it to give Joan a 50th birthday party she would never forget.

  When the big day arrived. I showed up at Joan’s door at seven o’clock to take her to dinner. We went to a very romantic place near the water. The meal was fine, and we enjoyed ourselves greatly. We started off with a glass of wine to toast her birthday, after which I switched to scotch and water, and she to her favorite light beer. The liquor got to us both, and as the evening progressed we became playful and frisky, flirting and teasing each other as our passion rose.