Letters to Penthouse XVI

by Penthouse International

  What changed even more was our sex life. We used to make love maybe twice a week, and though we enjoyed each other we rarely had time to indulge ourselves more often. But Charlotte became ravenous. She couldn’t seem to get enough. She used to be reluctant to blow me, but soon she became a pro at it, and seemed to have learned all sorts of new tricks to please me. She also liked getting fucked in the ass, whereas before her rear end had been off limits. She soon discovered that I really liked the way she flaunted her body and that it really got me going. When we went out, she didn’t hesitate to bend low or spread her legs so that anyone watching could get a good look at her. Inevitably, my cock would get hard as a fence post. I eventually got the feeling that, for as much as we were doing sexually, it still wasn’t enough to satisfy her. But she never said a word. By chance, however, my suspicions about that were soon confirmed.

  One day Charlotte told me that she was going to spend the night with a new friend of hers named Anita, who was going through some hard times and needed a friend to get together and talk with. I had met Anita briefly, and I had no objection. As it happened a business acquaintance of mine who was getting married shortly was having a stag party that same night. I told Charlotte that I had some unfinished work to do at the office that evening, and we arranged for our nanny to stay the night with our daughter.

  When I got to the stag party there were about a hundred men already there. My friend had arranged for two lap dancers to provide the entertainment. I stood near the back of the room as the lights went off and the music started. Then, to my shock, Charlotte and Anita stepped onto the stage.

  Almost immediately my wife and her friend began to dance and strip. After the second song, they were both completely naked. They then began to mingle with the guys in the first couple of rows, who freely felt them up and threw money onto the stage. Charlotte was even more brazen than Anita, pushing her breasts in the men’s faces, unzipping their pants and fondling their cocks with her hands, even going down on some of them. There were two couches behind the stage, and pretty soon both Charlotte and Anita were inviting the guys to take turns joining them for a little more “closeness.” The evening soon turned into an orgy. I stayed at the back of the room, and neither Charlotte nor Anita ever noticed me. Not all the guys got satisfied, but Charlotte had given out blowjobs to at least a dozen of them, and she got fucked by as many more. She seemed to be in total ecstasy. When it looked like the orgy was winding down, I left the club and went home.

  When Charlotte came back the next day, all she said was that Anita had really needed her, so it was a good thing that she had spent the night there. I said nothing. Then Charlotte grabbed me by the hand and pulled me into the bedroom, where she proceeded to strip my clothes off as well as her own. We started with some hot 69 action and then went into a good long fuck. To my surprise, she showed no signs of fatigue from the night before.

  Later on I called up my business acquaintance and asked him where he had found the two girls for his stag party. He said that Anita regularly worked at a strip club in town. He understood that the other one—Charlotte—also worked there, but only during the day. He said she had a reputation for being really wild. Unlike most of the other dancers, she would arrange private meetings with customers, always in the daytime. She appeared to be sexually insatiable. He said he thought she was probably married, and that her husband had no idea of what she was up to.

  Though I was shocked at first to learn what my formerly conservative little wife had turned into, I wasn’t really jealous. Now I find her even more of a turn-on, knowing what a slut she’s become. At some point I’m going to tell her I know what she does so that we can arrange some wild times together. Meanwhile, life on the home front has never been better.

  —P.G., Atlanta, Georgia

  THEY SET OUT TO TAKE A HIKE, BUT ENDED UP ON THE PASSION TRAIL

  My sexy wife and I woke at the crack of dawn, stirred by the sun streaming through the open window of our tent. She was completely naked, and the sun highlighted her recently shaved mound. Time for a lick? I wondered. No, better wait. I had promised her we would take a hike up to a hidden waterfall some locals had told us about. “Get dressed and let’s go,” I told her.

  Louise rummaged through her bag and picked out a matching sea-foam green panty-and-bra set we had recently purchased at our favorite lingerie store. The panties were boxer types, so they could pass for shorts (if you were broad-minded), and the sports-type bra had vertical corduroy ribbing. Then she put on shoes and socks, and that was it. I’d seen her wear this type of outfit before, and it excited me that she’d only be wearing underwear while we hiked. We had breakfast and a cup of coffee, packed a knapsack and we were off.

  It was a warm, hazy day, not too hot, though a bit muggy. We arrived at the trailhead and decided to take a picture. As I was setting up the camera I realized how pronounced her pussy lips were through those shorts. We got the picture and were off again, with her in the lead, clambering up the hill like a deer, her lovely, thinly covered ass swaying in front of me. When Louise asked if I wanted to take the lead, I replied, “No thanks, the view is just fine from here!”

  We stopped for a break, a drink of water and a deep French kiss, followed by a quick grind of her mound against my cock. My subsequent erection made the task of hiking rather difficult. I asked her if she knew what she was doing to me. She turned around, and I could see that the nipples on her beautiful tiny tits were sticking straight out, and the crotch of her panties appeared to be snuggling even tighter against her shaved cleft. “Of course I know what I’m doing to you,” she said. “I’m doing it to myself, too. Why don’t we find someplace off the beaten path?” That was all I needed to hear.

  We veered off the trail and headed down into a tiny ravine. We could hear the trickle of a creek, and we followed the sound. Suddenly we came over a little rise and there was a green patch of grass where the stream took a turn. We looked into each other’s eyes and knew that was the spot. I pulled a lightweight blanket out of my knapsack, and we were set. In a minute I was rolling all over her, pulling her clothes off—not exactly a long process.

  I was soon down to my underwear and was rubbing my erection over her pussy. Then it was definitely time for a lick. I laid her on her back, told her to relax and lowered my mouth to her waiting crotch. I licked up and down over her puffy outer lips, causing her to pump her hips back and forth towards me and moan, rotating her pelvis as she tried to coax my tongue onto her red, throbbing clit. Man, she was smooth, having shaved her mound completely bald less than twenty-four hours before. My tongue slid all around her soft cunt lips, enjoying that freshly shaved feeling. I continued to avoid her clit, which was now peeking out from between its protective folds.

  Suddenly I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, on the rise across the creek. Oh shit, I thought. I dove right onto her clit and started licking like crazy, hoping to divert her attention before she stopped me. But I soon realized that we were being watched, and became self-conscious. “We have an audience,” I told her. She stopped pumping and looked around. I pointed across the creek, where two male hikers had pulled off their backpacks and were enjoying the show. Louise’s reaction was incredible. She reached down with both hands and pulled my face to her pussy. What the hell, I thought? If she doesn’t care, why should I? I placed my hands on her ass cheeks and lifted her up into the air, continuing to lick her, with only her head and shoulders touching the ground.

  I was so into eating her pussy that I didn’t even notice that our audience was moving closer. I finally took a break, laid my wife back down and inserted my finger all the way inside her shaved, sopping cunt. By that time our new friends had crossed the stream and were standing about five feet away, one on either side of my wife’s head. She glanced sharply to her left when one of the men, a pretty well-muscled, twenty-something blond guy with a ponytail, began to pull his shirt over his head. Louise couldn’t seem to take her eyes off him. Slowly he pulled off his hiking sho
rts and briefs, revealing a stiff, throbbing cock, slightly smaller than my own seven-and-a-half-inch member. He began to stroke it furiously as I twisted my finger around inside my wife’s creaming pussy. I looked over at the other guy, a very tall, Italian-looking dude. He was completely naked and also stroking his dick, a huge pole that was about ten inches long and about as thick as my own.

  Louise’s eyes were still glued to the blond guy, who had by then moved to within two feet of my beautiful horny bride and was down on his knees, stroking away. I continued to twist my finger in her cunt, occasionally stabbing at her clit with my tongue, causing it to pulsate. I hadn’t noticed that the big dark guy had knelt down beside her until his huge dick suddenly flopped down across her little breasts. Louise nearly went cross-eyed trying to stare at it. Her aroused nipples were as long and purple as I had ever seen them.

  Ever since my wife had told me, while we were watching a porno movie one night, that a three-on-one was her favorite fantasy scene, my mind had been going crazy. I’m actually an extremely jealous man and would die if my wife went looking for sex behind my back. However, after her comment about the three-on-one, the voyeur inside me came to life. I was filled with desire to see her get fucked by someone other than myself. The strange thing is that when I had tried to discuss it with her, she had completely dodged the subject, saying that she had no interest in actually doing such a thing for real.

  I watched anxiously to see how she would react to what was happening. Obviously she was turned on by these guys watching her, but I wasn’t sure how far she was willing to go. I caught my breath as Louise brought her right hand up to the monster cock lying across her tits and tentatively started tracing her fingers along its length. Then she reached out with her left hand and firmly grabbed the blond guy’s cock as well. I pulled down my undershorts, letting loose the hardest, most rigid erection of my life. I started to rub the head of my tool up and down against my wife’s squirming, super-slick pussy. She had both hands full of cock, though she could barely fit her hand around the tall guy’s pole. Both of them seemed to be enjoying the handjobs they were receiving.

  Slowly I slid my throbbing erection inside my wife’s very moist pussy. God, she was so slick and warm! There was no way I was going to last, so I pulled out, not wanting to blow my wad so soon. When I did that she whined in disappointment, but her expression quickly turned to one of lust when the blond guy spoke up. “I’ve never eaten a bald pussy,” he said.

  In two seconds his head was between my wife’s legs and her ass was clean off the ground. Louise took my cock in her hand, looking into my eyes with intense fire and passion as she reacted to the blond guy’s busy tongue. The other guy brought his big prick up to her face and she eagerly opened her mouth and took in as much of it as she could. All of a sudden her grip on my dick tightened, and I yelled in pleasure, as did our tall friend, who was close to coming in her mouth as her lips and tongue milked him spastically. Her body was trembling, and both hands were scrabbling at the head of the blond guy, who was licking her into a lather. Then she gave a huge groan, her hips bucked upward several times, and it was over.

  Louise lay back with a grin on her face as the blond guy removed his glistening face from her pussy. “How did you do?” I asked her.

  “Wonderful!” she replied. She lay there in a relaxed state, still smiling broadly. Her legs were still spread, her pussy lips splayed wide, her cunt looking so slick and inviting. As I watched, she once again started stroking the guys’ dicks and rubbing their swollen cockheads against her nipples. She slid her hands up and down their thick, veined shafts and rubbed their balls with her fingers. In turn, each of them played with one of her cute little tits, kneading it and tweaking the nipple. Her hips started to rock back and forth with her reawakening passion.

  I couldn’t wait to watch one of these guys fuck my sexy wife, and there was no doubt that she wanted the same thing. I wondered which one would be the first. That question was settled when the blond guy, unable to hold out any longer against Louise’s stroking fingers, suddenly erupted, shooting long streams of come over my wife’s tits and stomach. She smiled at him and gave him a wink. “Thanks for the beautiful orgasm,” she said, with a certain huskiness in her voice.

  I returned my mouth to her pussy one more time, pushing my tongue inside her with long stabbing motions. When her body began to writhe in response I moved away, leaving the field open for our tall, dark-haired friend. He positioned himself between her legs, and Louise’s hips moved in slow circular motions, as if in anticipation of what was about to happen.

  He began by inserting his index finger into my wife’s cunt and rubbing her inflamed clit with his thumb. Louise just lay back moaning. When he removed his finger and moved closer to her, she spread her legs wide, bending her knees and digging her heels into the ground. Propping herself up on her elbows, she started to grind her mound against his hardness. After a couple of minutes, he backed up and placed the head of his pole at her eager opening. Slowly he inserted his cock and her pussy lips yielded to its girth. It was only about halfway in when she began to pump, lying back again and moaning with pleasure as she enjoyed some pure power fucking. Her inner lips were stretched so far that her clit was completely exposed, and I swear I could see it pulsing. She reached down and put her hand on the exposed base of his penis, stroking it as he pumped in and out of her. I could only think how incredible that must feel, and the pleasure was evident in the man’s face.

  Suddenly he pulled completely out of her and rolled over onto his back, his cock sticking straight up in the air. He spoke for the first time. “I want you to ride my cock, baby!” he said.

  Louise slowly pulled herself up and straddled his body, facing away from him. She smiled at me as she took hold of his cock and impaled herself on it in one quick motion. I wasn’t sure she could take him, but she sank down until she had more of him inside her than before, but obviously she wanted still more. Her hips made circular motions, first clockwise, then counterclockwise, as she pushed down, taking in a little more of him with each twist. Inch by inch the huge pole disappeared inside her, until finally she managed to take the whole thing. Both of them were groaning with pleasure, and I was stroking my erection furiously. Louise now started fucking him with short spastic motions, panting loudly as her body jerked up and down, until the man groaned that he was about to come.

  “No!” Louise cried. “Not yet!” And she jumped off his dick, her cunt making a huge sucking sound as she did. He lay there shocked, then started to stroke his dick, but my wife jerked his hand from his cock and held it in hers. She then turned around to the blond guy, who had managed a new erection, which he was slowly stroking. “I want you to lick me again,” she said to him. “It was so good the last time! But I don’t want you to make me come. I want to come with this in me.” She indicated the huge dick which she was now stroking lightly. I was surprised by how easily my little wife had taken control of the situation. She smiled at me and said, “I haven’t forgotten about you, darling. Just enjoy the show for now.”

  And so the blond guy buried his face in my wife’s pussy for the second time, pushing his tongue as far as he could into her stretched opening. Her hips began to move again as she moaned with pleasure, but after a few minutes she pushed him away, and the dark-haired guy’s monster tool was once again pushing its way into her. As it did, she took the blond guy’s cock in her hand and stroked it furiously, until another stream of come shot from it, missing her this time and landing in the grass. Louise then used that hand to grab my dick, while with the other she started diddling her swollen clit. “Oh god, I’m close!” she cried out as the dark-haired stud thrust deeply and steadily into her. Her hips arched into the air and she began moaning and bucking wildly. The man yelled as he shot his load into her twisting body, and Louise wrapped her legs around him and screamed out her climax. As she fell back, depleted, she pulled my face down to hers and kissed me deeply. “I love you, honey,” was all she said.

/>   I told her I loved her too, and then I moved around to put my dick in her wet, throbbing hole. I began to stroke away inside her. As we fucked, I was aware that our two friends were getting dressed, and by the time I was ready to come inside her they were already walking away over the hill. I proceeded to shoot what felt like the largest load I had ever produced, and it set Louise off into still another orgasm. After that we curled up together and soon fell asleep. When we woke up about an hour later, she just smiled at me and said, “I guess the waterfall is out.”

  We arrived back at our campsite completely exhausted, but still exhilarated. We were surprised to discover that we had some new neighbors at the campground. A couple of young slender women were sitting out in front of their RV, sipping beers. They greeted us, and we fell into conversation. When they asked where we had been, I told them about the waterfall we went to explore, hoping they wouldn’t ask too many questions about it. Then they wanted to know if we had seen their husbands, who had also hiked up to the waterfall, and were expected back soon. As they described their husbands, I realized that we had indeed seen them, they were the two men we had just encountered so memorably on our hike! Yes, I said, I thought we had caught a glimpse of them. Then Louise and I hastily retreated to our tent.

  That night we could hear unmistakable moans of passion coming from the direction of the RV. Visualizing all four of the participants and what they were doing turned us both on again. But Louise’s pussy was too sore to fuck, so I brought her off with my tongue, after which she sweetly sucked my dick until I shot down her throat. Then I kissed her and told her she was the sexiest woman in the world, and we drifted off to sleep.