Letters to Penthouse XVI

by Penthouse International

  Sarah and I have been married for about fifteen years, and although neither of us was a virgin when we married, we had agreed that we wouldn’t fool around with anyone else unless we talked about it first. There had been a few times when Sarah had been hit on pretty good by some horny stud at a party, and had gotten hot. She would tell me about it when we got home, and we would fuck like minks. I never mentioned to her that her telling me about those experiences got me horny as hell. I would fantasize about her getting a big cock stuffed in her pussy, and begging her lover to fuck the shit out of her. I had a lot of those fantasies. I started to wonder if some of them would come true tonight.

  Finally one of the guys said he wanted to go on to another bar he knew, so we paid the check and left. In the parking lot, Jim’s partners said they wanted Sarah to ride in their car, while Jim and I led the way in mine. Sarah didn’t seem to have any objection, so I said okay.

  I saw Sam and Josh get into the backseat with my wife, while Howard drove. Jim said to me that Sarah was in rare form tonight, and looked good enough to eat. And under his breath he mumbled that he planned to do just that.

  Looking in the rearview mirror as we drove, I could just barely make out what was going on in the car behind us, but it looked like Sam and Josh were really giving my wife a thorough going over.

  When we got to the bar, and Sarah got out of the other car, she looked like she’d been in a hurricane. Her stockings were all askew, and her hair was mussed up, but she had a big smile on her face. She came up to me and asked if I was angry. I kissed her and told her I loved her and wanted her to do whatever she felt like doing tonight.

  With that we went inside. Sarah sat between Josh and Howard, and it was obvious that there was a lot of activity going on under the table. When Jim and I went to the bar to order some drinks, he remarked that unless I put a stop to it, the party could get a bit carried away. I said I knew what he meant, but that as long as he and his buddies didn’t do anything Sarah didn’t want, I was willing to let things happen.

  After a few more drinks Jim suggested we adjourn to his hotel, where we could be more comfortable. So off we went. Once we were in Jim’s room the guys all took off their coats and ties, and told Sarah to make herself comfortable too.

  Sarah took off her shoes, and as she did so she noticed that one of her stockings had a run in it. Jim jumped in and said he would help her take it off. He sat down on the bed and told her to lie back. Then he reached up under her dress and made a big show out of trying to find the snaps of her garter belt to unhook her hose. He was running his hand all over her sopping wet panties, and telling her how beautiful she was and what a great body she had. All the while he was slowly lifting her dress higher and higher, until the tops of her hose came into view, along with her little black lace panties.

  Sarah looked at me now, her eyes asking if I wanted her to stop. I went over to the bed and leaned down and kissed her. I told her she was the most beautiful woman in the world, and deserved to experience the joys of as much sex as she could handle. I said if she could handle it I could too.

  That must have been what she was waiting to hear. She got up off the bed and told the guys that there had been enough playing around, and it was now time to get serious. She told them they could start by removing all her clothes.

  They were on their feet in an instant. Howard came around behind her and slowly unzipped her gown, letting it fall to the floor. She stood there in her panties and bra. Sam unsnapped the bra, cupping her breasts with both hands as he did it. Josh slowly slid her panties down. She was completely naked now. She looked around the room as the guys stared in open astonishment at this gorgeous creature. It was obvious that they all had hard-ons. Sarah now ordered them to get out of their clothes, saying she wanted to see just what kind of men she was about to service.

  Boy, that had to be the fastest strip on record! Within seconds they were all naked, each one with a pretty good-size hard-on, all pointing right at my wife. I just sat down in a chair and watched. Sarah’s face was flushed, and her eyes were glazed with pure lust. Here she was with four great-looking guys, all dying to fuck her.

  Jim, as usual, took the lead. He gently pushed her back on the bed, went right down to her pussy and began tonguing it for all he was worth. The other guys gathered around, and all of them started licking and kissing and sucking. Man oh man, what a sight that was, my darling naked wife surrounded by four guys, all munching on different parts of her body.

  Jim must have been doing a great job of eating her, for she suddenly arched her back and announced that she was coming. A minute later she grabbed Howard’s cock and started sucking on it. In no time he also said he was going to come, but Sarah kept his cock in her mouth as he dumped a large load down her throat.

  My wife was really enjoying playing the slut now. She looked up at Josh and told him she wanted his cock in her pussy. “Please fuck me,” she pleaded. “Fuck me hard.” She was on her back, with her legs spread wide open, and her pussy lips were bright red and very wet. Josh wasted no time. He got on top of her and guided his hard meat right into her opening. At first he just slid it in an inch or two, but she pushed up at him, begging him for more, and he slid himself into her all the way to his balls. Then he began to move slowly in and out of her, rotating his hips at the same time. This brought her to another climax, this one so intense she nearly passed out. Josh waited for her to come around before starting to fuck her again.

  Meanwhile the other three guys kept busy. Sam and Howard were each sucking on one of her tits, while good old Jim was stuffing his meat in her moaning mouth. By now I had my pants off and was jerking off, quickly spilling a big load all over the carpet. I was so fucking turned on I couldn’t believe it, and I wanted it to go on and on.

  Josh finally came and pulled out of her. Sam now lay down on his back, his really big cock sticking straight up. He asked Sarah if she thought she could slide down his pole. His dick looked as big and thick as a salami. Sarah’s eyes gleamed as she looked at it. She crouched over him and slowly began to push herself down onto his cock. It went very slowly, but I watched as inch by inch it disappeared into her sweet little pussy, until she had taken it all the way in. The look on her face was pure ecstasy. “Oh God, I love your giant cock in me,” she moaned. Then she started to move, slowly raising and lowering her body over that gigantic pole. I think she had a mini-climax, but she didn’t stop moving. Watching her take that big cock got me hard again, and as she slowly pumped up and down I was matching her stroke for stroke with my hand on my cock.

  Sarah was obviously in heaven, begging for more cock. Jim asked her if she wanted to try a sandwich. He pulled a tube of K-Y jelly out of the nightstand and proceeded to lube his cock and her little rosebud asshole. She was still impaled on Sam’s monster cock as Jim moved up behind her and positioned his meat at her asshole. He gave a gentle push, and much to my surprise he just kind of slipped in an inch or so. Sarah grunted, then said, “Oh yes, that feels good!” Jim gradually pushed further in. It took the three of them a couple of minutes to work out a system where they were moving in unison, but they soon mastered it, and I was watching a fuck session like none other I have seen before or since.

  “Oh shit, yesss, I really love this!” Sarah moaned. “I have a cock in my cunt and one in my ass, and I want one in my mouth too. Oh fuck me, guys, fuck me hard!” And now as Sam fucked her cunt and Jim screwed her ass, Howard and Josh knelt on either side of her head and she took turns sucking their cocks with her panting, moaning mouth.

  Before the night was over all four guys had fucked my wife at least twice in every orifice she had. There must have been a gallon of come pumped into her body. I managed to pop my load at least three times also, but only by hand. I was still hot when we finally got home, but by then she was too tired to fuck me. But I didn’t mind; I had lived out my fantasy, and as Sarah said to me before she fell asleep, there was always tomorrow.

  —Name and address withheld

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bsp; SHE HAD A NICE RESPECTABLE MARRIAGE TILL SHE LEARNED THE GAME OF “TEN STROKES”

  My wife Clarisse and I are in our late thirties, and like many other couples we often read your magazine to add a little spice to our sex life. I have always enjoyed the wife-watching articles, and even though we never really talked about it much, Clarisse picked up on my fantasies. You know you’ve been married a while when your wife can read your mind.

  “You would like to watch me with another man, wouldn’t you?” she asked one night as we lay in bed.

  “Yes, I would,” I replied. “Have you ever thought about it?”

  “Sometimes,” was her only response.

  Clarisse is attractive in a girl-next-door kind of way. She takes tap-dancing classes twice a week, so her legs are in great shape, along with the rest of her, and she is a natural blonde.

  The subject didn’t come up again after that until one Friday afternoon, when Clarisse called to say that she’d been invited out to have some drinks with a few people she was working with. “There’s this one guy named Gene who’s really hitting on me,” she said. “Do you remember what we talked about the other night? Well, I do think he’s good looking, so what if he asks me out or something?”

  I understood what she was asking me, and she sounded like she was turned on. So I told her to relax and have a good time, and to do whatever she wanted. Lustful visions filled my mind and I found it hard to relax, so I went out and rented a video to help pass the time.

  At ten-thirty that night Clarisse called again. “Listen, Gene just invited me to his place. Are you sure this is okay with you? I mean, I know what he wants, and you do too, right?”

  I told her I had a boner growing in my pants at that moment at the thought of what she might be doing that night. I told her to go ahead, and to tell me all about it when she got home.

  After we hung up my mind started going nuts. Clarisse had always been so straight that this was a real departure, and I knew from her voice that it was exciting for her. I didn’t sleep much that night, even after pulling myself off twice.

  Clarisse didn’t come home the next day until a little after noon. My heart was pounding when she came in the door. She looked a mess, her hair disheveled and her clothes all wrinkled. And there was something different about her too, something in the eyes, and in the way she carried herself. I quickly asked her what had happened.

  “I’ll tell you everything,” she said, smiling at me. “But first I want to see if you’ll lick me down there, like they do in the magazine stories, while I’m full of—well, you know—sperm.” And she giggled.

  We quickly got in bed, and I went down on her in great excitement and ate her come-filled pussy until she came. Then I slid up and put my dick inside her to get sloppy seconds. As we screwed, Clarisse told me how Gene had got her in bed, sucked her tits, which she loves dearly, and screwed her until she came. She said they did it two times, and then she fell asleep. She told me how exciting it had been for her to be with a different man. But that was only the beginning.

  The next morning she had gotten up to use the rest room, without bothering to dress. What she didn’t know was that Gene had a roommate. This roommate, Tim, ran into her as she was coming out of the bathroom. Before she knew what he was doing, he got down on his knees and started licking her crotch. She said it felt good, but she was so startled that she slapped him and ran back to Gene’s room.

  Gene calmed her down, explaining that Tim was a good guy, and that she might like him if she gave him another chance. The two of them went to Tim’s room so she could apologize. She was still naked, because it didn’t seem to matter at that point. At least that’s what she told me.

  After they had talked for a few minutes, Tim asked if she wanted to learn a game called “Ten Strokes.” Gene told her she would enjoy it, and that he and Tim played it a lot with each other’s dates. How it worked was that one of them would start by fucking her with ten good long strokes. After that the other one would do the same, and add ten more, making it twenty. Then he would pull out and the first one would take his place and add another ten to the twenty, making it thirty. And so on. And on. The winner being the guy who lasted the longest. Most women came a lot during the game, they told her. When she asked what the winner got, they said it was up to her. Some women let the winner fuck them in the ass. Some gave him head. Clarisse said the blowjob part sounded pretty good, so she agreed.

  This really floored me. The thought of my sweet and relatively innocent wife being taken by two guys, in turn again and again, and then sucking one of them off, filled me with uncontrollable lust, so we fucked again, harder than before. As we did Clarisse told me how erotic it had been. She had lost track of how often she came. She said that Tim had lost when the count got to about a hundred and seventy, and that she had then sucked Gene off with wild abandon, and swallowed his come.

  I told her I now wanted more than ever to actually watch her getting it on with someone. Clarisse said she was sure the guys would come over any time. She called them that afternoon, and we set up a time for the next Saturday.

  The next week at work was difficult for Clarisse, because whenever she saw Gene she started to get wet. On Wednesday Gene took her aside and told her that he and Tim were looking forward to playing “Ten Strokes” with her again. Clarisse told him she wanted me to join in this time, and Gene said that was fine with him.

  Clarisse didn’t want to have sex all week, so both she and I would be good and ready for Saturday. So by the time Saturday night arrived I was really on edge. When the guys showed up Clarisse introduced us, and we went into the living room. I could see why Gene excited her; he was good-looking and well built, and both guys were about five years younger than we were.

  We were all a little nervous, so finally I broke the tension by saying, “Well, let’s get started. Clarisse told me about this neat game you want to play.”

  “Yeah man, let’s do it!” Tim exclaimed.

  “Wait a minute,” Clarisse put in. “This is my place, so I have some new rules. First, my husband is going to join in with us. Also, I’ll still suck off the winner, but the loser has to eat me out. And I want to do it right here on the couch.”

  We all agreed with no problem, and the four of us stripped down in no time. Clarisse got up on her knees on the couch and leaned over the back. She was so excited that her nipples were sticking out like pencil erasers, and I could see her cunt lips opening up as they always do when she is turned on. Both guys were hung okay, though I was happy to see that I had them both beat in size.

  Tim went first. Clarisse stuck out her sexy butt for him, and even pulled her cheeks apart to make it easier for him to get into her. I can’t find words to describe how erotic it was to see another man sink his cock into my wife, and to watch her react the way she did. She really loved it. She pushed herself back at him, closed her eyes and began to moan as he gave her the ten slow strokes.

  Gene went next, but before he stuck his dick in he bent over and licked her asshole, which brought some very sexy groans from Clarisse, along with a plea for him to hurry. I had never seen her like this before, and I was learning new things about my wife every minute.

  After Gene’s twenty strokes it was finally my turn. I managed my thirty, but it was a struggle not to come in her. While Tim was taking his second turn, Clarisse cut loose with her first orgasm. After that she climaxed at frequent intervals, and by the time my turn came around again I was so turned on from watching her that I didn’t get more than halfway through before I shot a huge load up inside her.

  “Nice going, lover. Guess who gets to lick me clean when we’re done,” Clarisse giggled. Of course, I would have done that anyway. I sat back on the couch and watched the other two guys continue to fuck my sexy wife silly. I lost count of the orgasms she had as they pounded away at her from behind. Tim lost again, shooting his sperm into her with a shout. Clarisse then got down on her knees and let Gene fuck her face. What a sight she was, kneeling there wi
th come running down the insides of her thighs, and Gene holding her head while she played with his nuts. When he came she moaned happily as she drank down every drop.

  My wife certainly had changed, and I was damn happy about the transformation. When she was done with Gene she sat on the couch and spread her legs, and I knelt and ate her out while Gene and Tim looked on, and even did some coaching.

  We really enjoyed that experience, and before they left the guys told us they were ready for a repeat performance any time we felt the urge. I suspect we will feel it again very soon.

  —D.B., Ames, Iowa

  THE STRANGER HAD TEN INCHES, AND HIS WIFE FOUND A RHYME FOR EVERY INCH

  It’s a little embarrassing to relate how this particular adventure began for my wife Sharon and me. I was in the rest room of our favorite club last Friday night when a tall, good-looking guy in his mid-thirties stepped up to the urinal next to me. Now I don’t normally make a habit of checking out the equipment of other guys in rest rooms, but I happened to glance over as he hauled out this huge salami. My mouth must have dropped open at the size of it, because when I looked up he had a slight, quizzical smile on his face.

  “Uh, I bet you’re really popular with the ladies,” I stammered, reddening.

  He chuckled as a strong, thick stream issued from the giant, hooded glans. “Actually, most of them complain that I’m too big for them.”

  I shook out my cock and zipped up. “Well, I have a horny companion out there who would love to try it,” I told him as we moved toward the sinks. He shrugged.

  “Well, if she’s not a dog, I’m interested. I haven’t been screwed in almost a month.”

  “She’s no dog,” I assured him. “She’s very attractive. And she loves big dicks.”