Well, after a few minutes of jockeying around and making comments about the movie, I decided to make my move on my sexy Angela. I started by kissing her every time she turned toward me. Then I started to fondle her. All this time our friend Stick was smiling and making his wisecracks.
We were getting so horny that we just ignored him. After a few minutes I had Angela’s top down and was fondling and sucking her petite breasts. Quickly I unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock and guided her little hand to it.
At this point old Stick wasn’t saying anything. He just watched us with lust and a surprised look on his face, not knowing that he was about to play a principal part in the little show we were putting on.
While I was busy trying to unsnap my wife’s tight shorts and pull them down, she dropped her head to my lap and began sucking my cock. After a few minutes of her sucking, I finally got the snaps on her shorts undone. I had some trouble pulling them down, though, and not wanting to disturb Angela while she was doing such a great job on my cock, I asked my friend Stick for a little help. He was only too happy to oblige and join in the festivities.
Once Stick had gotten Angela’s shorts all the way down to her knees, he pulled his own pants down. Then he maneuvered her soft, round ass in front of his swollen cock, and stuck a couple of fingers up her wet and slippery cunt. When he pulled them out of her, he took hold of her waist and entered her with a single stroke.
All this time my sexy wife was still sucking my cock. She moaned when she felt Stick fondling her naked ass and plunging his cock in and out of her soaking-wet pussy. He was so horny and excited by his unexpected fuck that it did not take him long to empty his balls and unload his jism inside my honey. After he finished coming I turned Angela around to face him, and she happily sucked his cock while I fucked her doggie-style.
Man, I’ll never forget that night. Neither will Stick. After that he kept coming around hoping it would happen again. And sometimes it did.
Actually, I always loved seeing my sexy wife getting fucked by another man. This fantasy has come true many other times in our twenty years of marriage, and I will be sharing more of them with you and your readers in the future.—R.S., Albuquerque, New Mexico
WATCHING YOUR WIFE: READERS SPEAK OUT ON A COME-SOAKED CONTROVERSY
(We don’t often use our letters sections to editorialize, but we’ve received some correspondence lately concerning letters from husbands who allow their wives to date. While we’ve found this to be a popular kink with our readers in the past, not everyone finds it to be so exciting. Printed below is a representative sample of some of those letters, both pro and con. If you have an opinion on the topic of men sharing their wives, please let us know.—The Editors.)
I’m a thirty-nine-year-old male subscriber who collects and re-reads past issues while waiting for the latest issue to arrive. One of my favorite topics is wife-sharing. I love to read a husband’s account of how his wife gets ready for a date, goes out with a stud—especially a black man— then returns home and rubs her freshly screwed pussy and asshole on her husband’s mouth while she describes her night out.
I ask you to please print more of these letters, whether they’re about a guy secretly watching his wife seduce another man or just letting her date for fun. It is so freaking hot to read the husband describe how the stud removed his wife’s panties, fingered her pussy and licked her ass before sinking his big cock into her. I also love it when she puts her panties back on, returns home and makes her husband remove them and suck the sperm from her holes. It is sexy and hot!—F.H., Portland, Oregon
I love to read letters about husbands who eat their wives’ pussies when they contain other men’s sperm. I wish that your magazine would feature more letters describing husbands participating in the action with their wives and their lovers. I want to read more about the husbands sucking the lovers’ dicks, swallowing their sperm and otherwise humping and rimming them or having other men do those things to them. Thanks so much for being concerned about what your readers think.—G.R., Jr., Dallas, Texas
It sure has been a hot year, and I’m not just talking about El Ni˜o! I’m talking about all the steamy issues of Penthouse Letters heating things up! Whether I read “Different Strokes,” “Someone’s Watching” or “Swinging & Swapping,” I enjoy the letters from husbands who enjoy their wives’ extramarital affairs, either by watching or hearing the juicy details afterwards. I get really excited reading how the wife dresses up, goes out with a black stud, gets royally screwed, then returns home and rubs her freshly fucked, dripping pussy all over her husband’s face while she tells him about her date. This is such a nasty, arousing topic that I know it must top the list for many readers. Other adult magazines try to print similar letters, but they lack the diversity, detail and quality that your magazine delivers.—L.B., Studio City, California
My sincerest congratulations to everyone involved with Penthouse Letters. I can hardly wait for my next issue to arrive. I must also tell you that all thirteen issues remain in my collection so I can revisit the scenarios your readers have written. I especially enjoy the letters from husbands who reap the benefits of their wives’ juicy affairs with other men. I know that is a popular topic with your readers, and I sure hope this trend continues for a long time to come.
My blood just stirs when I read about a guy who encourages his sexy blonde wife to dress up then go out on a date with a black stud that she met somewhere then return home to sit on her husband’s face and describe the affair to him while he licks her pussy clean. I also enjoy when the husband is a voyeur and secretly watches as his wife has hot sex with a black dude then licks her pussy before she can clean up.
These letters reflect a popular and current topic and they are the backbone of Penthouse Letters. They are what help make your magazine the most erotic adult publication in existence. Please continue to print many more of these letters in the future.—D.C., Cape May, New Jersey
I’ve been reading your magazine on and off for about four years now, and always find something exciting and interesting. But in the past few years I’ve noticed a trend that not only shocks me, it offends me and makes me wonder if I want to continue reading it.
I refer to letters where a husband not only lets his wife fuck around on him, but then encourages her to come home and tell him about it in sometimes excruciating detail. I’m not interested in reading about a man who sucks another man’s jizz out of his wife’s cunt. The fact that any man would let his wife go out and break their marriage vow makes me very sad for a variety of reasons. Since I read your magazine in the first place, I hope you realize that I’m not a prude or anything. In fact, I’ve been involved with more than my share of three-ways and promiscuous sex, both in the past and presently. I just think that it’s sad that so many men willingly cuckold themselves either out of a feeling of inadequacy, guilt or being just plain pussy-whipped. Usually you have a very entertaining magazine, but I feel that these letters bring down the overall quality.—Name and address withheld
THIS WOMAN WENT BLACK AND DID GO BACK— OVER AND OVER AND OVER
My wife’s first extramarital adventure was highlighted in your September 1996 issue as the “Letter of the Month.” Stacy’s intense affair with my boss lasted almost a year, sending her on an ongoing sexual rollercoaster ride. With mixed emotions, we decided to move away when my boss became too demanding and possessive of her. With her agreement, I got transferred to Washington, D.C., where we settled into a new lifestyle.
Shortly after our marriage, Stacy received a generous settlement from her mother’s estate. We invested it wisely and watched it double over a six-year period. Using some of the proceeds, we bought a new home in the suburbs and later we bought a lovely town house in an older section of the city, mainly for investment purposes. We rented the upstairs unit of four bedrooms and living quarters to some nice young ladies who worked in a Senate office, and we kept the English-style downstairs apartment for ourselves.
We settled down
, made new friends and life was good. Still I noticed that Stacy was growing restless after several months of social tranquillity. Exploring her feelings at length one night after a bottle of wine and some soft probing, my wife reluctantly admitted that she missed the sexual tension that her affair with my boss had generated. She said, “Even though the affair got a little out of hand, I miss the sexual highs it gave me.”
With the lessons we had learned about our sexuality from her affair with my former boss, we decided to check out the local swing scene but also made sure to avoid any sticky liaisons with friends or business partners. We agreed to reserve a baby-sitter for the weekend and meet after work on a Friday at a popular club in Georgetown. I was to arrive at the club about two hours after Stacy so she could roam around freely during happy hour as just another attractive, horny housewife on the prowl.
Picking my way through the noisy bar crowd, I was stunned to find my radiant wife wedged between two black guys in a secluded corner booth near the dance floor and bandstand.
She seemed a little high and turned on when I arrived. She winked and introduced me to Byron and Roy. I recognized Byron as a second-year starter for a local pro sports team. He was rangy and rugged, but spoke softly and flashed a big smile. Roy was a very big, jolly, robust man in his mid-forties. I learned later that he was a successful car dealer who once played for another local sports team.
Nobody budged as I joined them and Stacy said with an evil grin, “Meet my tardy, hard-working husband who neglects his little suburban housewife sometimes.”
Roy laughed and said, “You don’t need to worry, darling. You’ve come to the right place to fix that.”
As the band started to play Byron led Stacy onto the dance floor, towering over her by more than a foot. She was wearing a thin, low-cut summer blouse with a very short skirt that displayed her sexy figure to perfection. Stacy put her arms around Byron’s neck, rubbed her tits against his stomach and spread her thighs slightly for his convenience. Accepting her invitation, Byron held her ass in both hands and slipped his right leg between her open thighs, humping her gently as her short skirt rode up.
Exhaling slowly, Roy said, “Damn, look at those two get it on. Man, I need to dance with your wife, if you don’t mind.” They gave us an eyeful and I got an instant erection, watching their X-rated dirty dancing. Returning to our booth after a couple of dances, Byron couldn’t hide the big bulge in his pants and Stacy looked equally aroused, with a look of raw passion covering her face. Seizing the opportunity, Roy caught Stacy’s arm and led her back onto the dance floor.
Roy cuddled Stacy and drew her into his huge frame, stroking her ass, massaging her tits with his thick arms and humping her crotch with his leg between her exposed thighs. Watching her gasp, I thought that Stacy might be having multiple orgasms right on the dance floor.
She went directly to the ladies’ room to regain her composure after the first set, and I caught up with her to see how she was feeling. “I’m okay,” she said, “but I’m losing control and Roy is a fast worker. He wants me to remove my underwear so that Byron and he will have better access. What do you think?” I waited in the foyer for Stacy to see what she would do. The outline of her beautiful tits and prominent nipples under her thin blouse provided a quick answer. I could also see the dark triangle of her pubic area highlighted underneath her short skirt.
Stacy resumed her flirting with the black studs. Between dances I realized that both men were playing with her pussy and finger-fucking her under the table right in front of me. With her eyes glazing over, my aroused wife began to moan softly. She gave long, deep kisses to each man while they fondled her breasts and teased her nipples.
Stacy and her friends were putting on quite a show, so I suggested that we go back to our town house apartment for a nightcap. She wanted to ride over with Roy and Byron, but I felt that was too risky since we had just met them. She then invited Byron to ride with us. Roy didn’t want to be left out, so he asked his friend Hugh to drive his car over to our place.
The horny threesome piled into the back seat of our car with Stacy in the middle, as she had been all night. I left the dome light on so that I could watch their passion play. Fortunately our car had heavily tinted glass or we might have been arrested for indecent exposure. The guys had removed my wife’s skimpy dress before we even got out of the parking garage. On the ride over, they were laying their hands all over her delicious body, sucking her tits, tweaking her nipples, deep-kissing her and finger-fucking her while she erupted in a series of orgasms.
Stacy asked me to get a beach towel out of the trunk of our car so she wouldn’t have to dress just to go inside. The beach towel barely covered her bouncing butt as she made a mad dash from the parking area to our front door.
Once inside, she dropped her towel and collapsed on our living room couch, saying, “I’m so hot! I need a mar-garita to cool me off.”
Roy chimed in, “That sounds like a good place to start, but it’s going to take a lot more than that to cool me off tonight!” I turned the stereo up a little to muffle our voices out of consideration for the ladies upstairs, and I went into the other room to fix two large pitchers of frozen margar-itas for everyone including young Hugh, the extra driver who had just arrived.
Sitting on the couch between Byron and Roy with everything showing, Stacy sipped on her drink and spread her legs wide, exposing her soaked pussy. Sighing softly, she turned to Byron and said, “The three of us have been dancing and messing around all night and it’s been great, but I really need a good fucking! It’s alright with me if Hugh wants to join us, but I want my husband to just watch, since he can have me anytime he wants.”
We moved the party into our bedroom and I explained the house rules to our visitors, saying, “You can play around any way you want, but we want you to use protection when the fucking starts. There’s a carton of condoms in the headboard of the bed and more in the closet, so be cool and have fun.”
Stacy pulled the sheets back and lay down in our king-size bed with her knees bent and feet spread wide apart. Her seductive thighs were rhythmically moving back and forth, opening and closing, exposing her dripping cunt as she teased all four of us. While the three big black guys undressed, Stacy was wide-eyed with shock and excitement as she watched their semi-hard cocks start to grow to their full proportions.
Byron’s big cock began to resemble a donkey dick as it grew. Roy’s monstrous dong was even longer and thicker, approaching nine inches and as thick as a salami. Young Hugh, who was tall and lanky and not as well developed as Byron or Roy, looked to be about eighteen years old and seemed to be the shy one of the three. When he quietly stepped out of his shorts, however, he released a big black whopper that certainly got Stacy’s attention.
Suddenly I had a sick feeling in my stomach, thinking, Stacy had bitten off more than she could chew. I didn’t think she could handle them, and even if she could have she’d never be the same again. What were we doing here? At the same time I realized that we had passed the point of no return with these studs a long time ago, and there would be no turning back tonight.
Coming out of her shock, my wife snuggled in between Roy and Byron and started toying with their pricks and balls, licking each massive rod in turn. Hugh just took in the scene from a bench at the foot of our bed and I watched from an easy chair in our bedroom, just as Stacy had wanted.
Stacy got up on her hands and knees, straddling Roy’s legs as she began to suck on his huge cockhead. Moving in quickly behind her, Byron gently worked his big donkey dick into her pussy. Finding a receptive opening, he pressed his advantage, thrusting forward then back until he was all the way in. Getting accustomed to his size, my wife started meeting his thrusts. When he picked up the tempo and began massaging her clit, Stacy went berserk and she climaxed over and over, saying, “Yes! Fuck me hard, you big stud! I’ve never had it like this!”
Completely spent, she and Byron collapsed on top of Roy, who was patiently waiting. Excusing her
self, my wife went to the bathroom and then poured herself another drink.
Returning to bed, Stacy snuggled next to Roy, who was lying on his back still ready to go. He kissed her tenderly and massaged her buttocks until she began to recover and show some response. When she was ready again, Roy lifted her up and positioned her on top of his big, thick flagpole. In a sensuous daze, my wife eased his massive cock-head into her well-lubricated pussy. She slowly started rocking back and forth, up and down, as she absorbed all of his majestic prick.
They fucked quietly and tenderly at first, then became more animated and physical. Loving her vantage point on top, Stacy began squealing and crying out. As she approached another high point in her sexual adventure, Stacy started chanting, “Roy, Roy, I love this so much! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
After resting for a while, my wife slipped out of bed with wads of semen running down her leg. She took Hugh by the hand and led him toward the bathroom, saying, “I want you to get in the shower with me and wash me down real good. I have to get rid of all this sticky goo that’s running out of my pussy.” They returned to the bedroom after about twenty-five minutes of fun and games in the shower, looking completely relaxed and refreshed.
Although it was barely midnight, I had seen enough of the orgy for one evening and began feeling emotionally drained by the turn of events. Saying good night, I leaned over the bed and kissed my wife, telling her that I was going to sleep on the couch, since our bed was already full. Hugh was lying there caressing her tits while she stroked his big black snake to life again. Byron was lying on the other side, massaging her neck and shoulders while Roy sat in the easy chair, sipping a drink and biding his time.
I drifted off into a fitful sleep, but was awakened several times by the sound of Stacy’s lovers fucking her brains out. I had never known her to be so vocal or to have so many orgasms at one time, even during her dalliance with my former boss. It was an interesting evening to be sure, but one that still left me thinking. Even though we had fun, I couldn’t help but be somewhat concerned about the long-term impact this wild night might have on our marriage.
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