Letters to Penthouse XXVII

by Penthouse International

  “Somebody’s been a naughty girl,” I answered, kissing the hickeys on her neck and breasts. I pulled her down on the bed with me and rolled between her spread thighs, and she guided my prick into her stretched, sloppy quim. I could feel Chris’s come as my cock slid inside her.

  “Did he have a big cock?” I asked her breathlessly.

  “Not huge,” she said. Her eyes were closed, a smile of satisfaction on her face. “Definitely big enough, though. But he was hard, Billy. He was as hard as a steel bar.”

  “Did it feel good going in and out of you?” I was barely moving, not wanting to come yet, my cock swollen.

  “Mmmm, it was heavenly. That’s what I like about young guys. He was so hard I could have cracked walnuts with his cock.”

  “Details,” I gasped. “Give me details!” She was languidly raising and lowering her hips and butt, while my dork moved in and out of her in long, smooth strokes.

  “Well, we got to the club and it was crowded. We danced, and he held me so close that I could feel his hard-on. I rubbed myself all over him. Lots of people stared at us. He’s so big and black, and I’m obviously old enough to be his mother. Everyone there knew it was about sex.

  “We took a break and had a drink,” she continued, “then we went back to the dance floor. He put his hands on my butt and left them there. During one dance I put both my hands on his bulge and massaged him. There was a wet, sticky spot on his slacks. I saw a lot of guys looking at me, wanting me, and it turned me on fiercely. He kept looking down my blouse, and I tried to move so as to give him the best view. Finally we left.” I was loving what I was hearing, making mental pictures as I fucked her.

  She went on. “We were all over each other in the car, French-kissing and feeling and touching. I untied my blouse and he mauled my boobs for five minutes. We kissed some more while he finger-fucked me.” Brigitte got a dreamy look in her eyes. “Mmmm, he has long, thick fingers, Billy.”

  “Did he use them well?” I asked gasping for breath, my balls about to explode as I pictured the two of them making each other come.

  “He used them wonderfully. Then I got his cock out and sucked it. He was impressed I could take him all the way, but I was careful not to let him come in my mouth, because I wanted him to fuck me. He was nearly frantic to have me. He moved between my legs and I put my feet up on the dash and scooted my butt to the edge of the seat. Then he was inside me, fucking me like mad.”

  “Did you come?”

  My wife shook her head. “No. He came in less than a minute, but he pumped about a cupful of sperm into me. I thought he’d never stop coming. The car windows were so steamed up they were dripping. Then he drove us home. I told him I wanted to fuck him in his bed, and we went downstairs. I left my heels on, and he fucked me for five minutes after I sucked his cock and licked his nipples.”

  “Did you come then?” I was about to spurt myself, and I just couldn’t hold back anymore.

  “No, I didn’t,” she said. “You’re going to have to use your tongue and your hands on me, Billy.” I began spurting with a loud groan, ejaculating warm, sticky jets of semen up into my randy wife’s pussy. I lay heaving against her perspiration-bathed body for nearly a minute before she pushed my face down to her cunt.

  “Eat that pussy for me, Billy,” she told me. “Eat your wife’s sloppy snatch. Suck out all the semen that her big black lover just pumped into it.”

  Even though I was sexually sated myself, I went to work happily since I can never get enough of my wife’s pussy, especially when it’s full of another man’s sperm. I sucked and tongued her pussy thoroughly, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of Chris’s strong, thick seed. Brigitte locked her arms around her legs and pulled them back, splaying herself brazenly. “You clean me up good, Billy,” she panted. “Lick Chris’s come off my thighs too. And don’t forget my asshole, baby.”

  I did her bidding happily. When I finished cleaning her pussy off I moved up and began to rub my fingers back and forth over her clit with strong, quick movements. Brigitte sighed and cooed, her eyes closed. I knew she was still thinking about her wild evening.

  “What was your favorite part of what happened tonight?” I asked, still diddling her swollen clit. Brigitte’s mouth was open, her long legs sprawled wide, her knees jackknifed. I could tell she was thinking hard. So was I.

  “Mmmm, there were several,” she finally acknowledged. “When he first went inside me it was marvelous. It only got better when his cock was all the way up inside me, fucking me hard, his big black body on top of me. I loved it when all those people were watching us as we danced, knowing that we were probably going to fuck later on.”

  Brigitte’s breathing increased, and I accelerated the tempo of my fingers. I watched her puffy, swollen labia and then listened as she came, moaning loudly and going stiff all over, her toes curling, the firm muscles of her legs flexing and straining. I held her tightly and she nuzzled against me, throwing her bare left leg across my groin.

  “That was nice, Billy,” she whispered. “Tomorrow night I’ll see what Edward’s cock is like for you.”

  “What number will he be?” I asked.

  My spouse giggled lasciviously. “When I finally get to ball him he’ll be number fifty-six. But then again who’s counting, right?”

  The next evening my sexy, gray-haired wife went out dancing again, dressed similarly to the way she had been when she went out with Chris. This time, though, she and Edward arrived back at the house a little earlier, maybe sometime around eleven o’clock. An hour later she entered our bedroom, naked except for high heels. She kicked them off with a great flourish and came over to me. I rolled on top of her as she guided my stiff staff into her well-used pussy. I moaned as my cock slipped smoothly all the way into her dilated cunt.

  “Honey, your pussy is really loose!” I gasped as her legs scissored around me, her heels resting on my butt and her arms wrapped around my neck.

  “Mmmm, yes, it is. He’s a thick one, that Edward. He’s thicker than you by at least an inch, I’d wager. It felt so good as he fucked me. Do you want to hear about it, darling?”

  I was holding still, Brigitte’s brimming cunt clasping me like a loose, wet velvet mitten. “Did you come? Was he able to make you climax?” I asked.

  “Nope.” She shook her head. “But I know you’ll get me off with your wonderful mouth and hands, Billy.”

  “How many times did you fuck him tonight? Tell me how many times you fucked him tonight.”

  “I only fucked him twice,” she confessed. “And he came really fast both times. I had him do me doggie-style the second time, and he loved it. I think that Chris might have been watching us do it too.”

  “So how long was his prick?” I asked.

  “Mmmm, I’d say just about as long as you, Billy. He’s uncut too. I loved the feel of having his foreskin in my mouth.”

  She was fucking me hard by that time, writhing and humping and humming with pleasure. She was fucking me so well I knew I wouldn’t be able to last long before I came. I moaned again and then fucked her as hard as I could manage, yelling hoarsely as my come joined Edward’s in my wife’s moist fuck canal.

  We kissed for a minute or so and then she pushed my head down to her twat. Again I tongued and sucked and slurped my wife’s ravaged quim until I’d swallowed several mouthfuls of another man’s come mixed with her sweet pussy nectar. I slid up beside her on the bed and began my manual homage to her pussy. I worked her cunt slowly, paying particular attention to her clit but remembering to fill her twat up completely every once in a while.

  “Yeah, Billy! Oh yeah!” she whispered in my ear enthusiastically. “I love the feeling of your hands on me. Especially when you touch me down there.”

  “Did you go out dancing in public again?” I asked. “Did a lot of people see you with him? Did they know what you were going to do with him?” I was dying to know what had happened.

  “Yeah. I made sure we went to the same nightclub. Some of th
e same people from last night were there too. I loved their stares. They knew exactly what was going on, that I was there with another young college kid who would probably be fucking me when we left. Once Edward even pulled my skirt up in front of everyone, and he ran his hands all over my bare butt. I almost came while I was humping his leg. Everyone saw that too.”

  She began to whine and writhe with my digits inside her. I increased the friction and speed of my fingers until she climaxed, a low howl escaping from her lips, her nude, gleaming body jerking and kicking. When she finally managed to calm herself down I slid my fingers into her wide, wet snatch and gave it a loving little tickle.

  “I think your pussy’s going to have a busy semester,” I told her. She nodded her agreement.

  A few seconds later Brigitte giggled and then she said, “Tomorrow night I’m going to have them both at once right here in this bed, so you can watch us all in action.”

  The next evening I was hiding in our closet, which has a two-way mirror on the sliding door. Brigitte entered the room leading her two college studs by their stiff cocks. All three of them were buck naked. My naughty wife stood the two guys face-to-face not three feet from my hiding place then dropped to her knees and orally worshiped both their pricks, smiling at me through the mirror as she did so.

  I watched her lipstick smear on their rock-like cocks and began to jerk myself off. Brigitte didn’t fellate them for very long, knowing that they were likely to go off like Roman candles from her recent experiences. She got to her feet, and shot me one last beautiful, triumphant smile before she unveiled the next part of her plan. I knew what was about to happen, and I couldn’t wait to see it.

  “We’re going to play a game that I call Brigitte Roulette,” she told the eager boys. She then got on all fours right in the middle of the king-size bed we make love in. “You get my cunt, Chris, and Edward here gets to take my mouth. I hope that one of you has a watch, because the two of you are going to switch places every minute.”

  In seconds they had taken their positions, and I watched in fascination as Chris’s stiff black cock disappeared into Brigitte’s honeypot. Edward’s cock slid into her mouth and I listened to her murmurs of happiness as she was taken from both ends. Soon the room was filled with the sounds of sex: grunts of appreciation and excitement from the boys, Brigitte’s soft exclamations of pleasure, the gentle slapping of flesh on flesh and the liquid slurping coming out of Brigitte’s pussy and mouth. After a minute, the two youths switched places. I’ve always loved it when Brigitte plays this game.

  “Oh yeah, baby! That’s it! Stretch my cunt out good!” Brigitte hissed as Edward’s thick penis skewered her. I watched her swallow Chris’s cock all the way down to his balls, her nose and lips buried in his coarse black pubic hair. Just as they were about to switch again, Edward went off, moaning loudly as he squirted streams of sticky come into my wife’s willing cunt. Spent, he fell down onto the bed as Chris moved to take his place. Brigitte rolled onto her back.

  “Come on, you big, beautiful black stud,” she said to Chris. “Screw this old married lady into nirvana.” She spread her knees wide and brought them up to her shoulders, revealing herself fully to the eager young man. “Oh yeah, baby,” she groaned. “Fuck me with that hard black cock! Oh yes, Chris! Mmmm! Fuck me hard and fuck me good!”

  The bed shook under the big basketball player’s powerful thrusts. He was hunched over her, and Brigitte’s tan legs jerked in the air above his rutting, pumping body. Edward was watching them and fondling his sticky penis, desperate, I was sure, to get it hard again. About a minute later Chris was ejaculating inside my happy wife, filling her sheath to overflowing with his warm, oozy spunk.

  Brigitte kissed and cuddled both of them for several minutes before sending them back to their rooms. I left the closet, my throbbing cock jerking and bouncing as I joined my freshly fucked wife on the bed. Brigitte giggled as she saw the amount of seminal fluid oozing from my glans.

  “Did you get all horny in there, Billy, watching those young, hard cocks penetrate me?”

  “Yeah,” I moaned, before burying myself into her slippery slit with a single plunge. My wife hooked her legs around my waist, crossing her ankles above my back and smiling up at me.

  “I’m really close, Billy. Just hold still and let me fuck you, baby.” She began to hump her hips and butt in a strong, smooth rhythm, driving my swollen rod in and out of her hole. Her clit and cunt lips felt wonderful as she fucked me expertly, her breathing increasing and her eyes glazing over. Half a minute later she was going crazy, moaning and writhing and emitting hoarse cries of pleasure.

  When she came, she howled so loudly that I was sure Edward and Chris had heard her. Then she splayed her jackknifed legs as widely as possible and allowed me to screw her hard, to a wild and raunchy explosion that rocketed huge amounts of sperm into her overflowing snatch. I fell against her wet, naked body, struggling for breath and feeling her long legs around mine.

  “Mmmm, that was just super, Billy,” she murmured. “One of these nights I’m going to take all three of you on at once.”

  My flaccid cock lurched in my wife’s sperm-filled cunt when I heard that. “Great!” I said, smiling down at her sexy face. “I’ve always wanted to play Brigitte Roulette.”

  —B.R., Austin, Texas

  A CONTENTED CUCKOLD SHARES THE GIFT THAT

  KEEPS ON GIVING: HIS WIFE

  This world would be a better place if more husbands shared their wives with other men, like I do. My name is Marion, and my wife’s name is Lindsay. I knew from the start back when we first started dating that I’d never screw her the way she likes to be screwed. Lindsay prefers well-hung men and I’m only a shade over four inches long when erect. All of Lindsay’s boyfriends are nine inches or larger.

  I also knew from the beginning that Lindsay was fucking other guys because she would come to my house with a happily fucked look about her. I told her I didn’t mind as long as she would be mine. Lindsay says that I make her happy so she gladly stays with me. And to prove it, after she has a lover she guides my head down her belly to her wet pubic hair, where I feast on the best pussy that I’ve ever tasted.

  It took me almost two years to write to you after reading the other letters you print about men eating out their wife’s pussy after being filled with another man’s ejaculate. I’m very happy to be a cuckold. You see, although we’ve been married for more than six years, I have never fucked my wife. I know it’s probably hard to believe, but that’s the way it’s been all throughout our relationship.

  I’m writing this letter now because Lindsay and her lover just left the kitchen table to go fuck in our marital bed. She just left me here alone. My nightclothes are all wet and Lindsay knows it. She keeps bragging that her lovers keep her satisfied better than I ever could. I’ve accepted this and I don’t mind it at all. In fact I support it completely.

  Lindsay is fucking her lover Mark. He knows how to take care of her sexual needs, but that doesn’t bother me because I know that when he leaves I’ll get my pleasure. Not too many men will admit this, but I love eating Lindsay’s pussy, after it’s been filled with Mark’s jism. Call me strange, but I’d actually be disappointed if Lindsay didn’t fuck him all the time. I’m so happy for Lindsay and all of her lovers. I buy her slutty clothes for when she goes out with them, and she keeps her nails pretty for those rare times when she’s at home with me. I just love it when she gets Mark’s come stains all over her new clothes. I like to clean them off with my mouth and tongue when that happens.

  Six months after we were married Lindsay asked me if I could support a family. I told her that I was her husband and whatever she wanted was fine with me. I just want her to be happy. She hugged me and said, “Oh honey, I’m so glad to hear that.”

  Then Lindsay started to tell me that she was truly sorry but she needed to fuck bigger cocks. She knew from the beginning that I couldn’t satisfy her in bed, even though she was happy to have a husband like me who car
ed about her and loved her. Then she went on and asked me, “Would you mind if Mark shoots his stuff into my cunt unprotected?”

  “Honestly, Lindsay, I don’t mind. Just don’t leave me. Maybe I can guide his cock in to help you?” I suggested.

  “Do you really mean that?” she asked. I told her yes and asked if I could eat her out afterward. She was thrilled to know I would eat her pussy to clean Mark’s sperm out and I told her that it would be exciting knowing I could help. She said, “Thanks, Marion. I love you and I promise I will never leave you.”

  That’s how our unique sexual relationship started more than six years ago. Like I said, she loves to fuck and suck and taste Mark’s big cock because it’s so much better to her than mine is. I’ve guided Mark into her pussy many times. I’m not gay but I love the way it grows when I hold it in my palm. I especially love the feeling and sound of pushing his prick into her pussy without protection. I know that there’s a chance they’ll be making babies but this is the way I want it and nothing will ever change the way I feel. I get my pleasure afterwards, and that’s enough for me. I am also satisfied by jacking off since I can’t fuck her right.

  A year and a half after we got married, Lindsay gave birth to a pretty little baby girl. The year after that she had another beautiful girl. We raise both of our children as though I was their father, but not long after that Lindsay began to use birth control pills.

  After she broke up with Mark, she met Bruce. He’s thirty-two years old. He has a nine-inch cock and that’s what Lindsay likes. They’ve been going together for more than two years. Bruce has been fucking Lindsay four or five days a week. Lindsay loves sitting on my face after fucking Bruce. I can’t help but love every minute of it. Four months ago Lindsay informed me that she had gone off the pill. She asked if I minded that she might get pregnant again, and I told her that I didn’t mind at all. I make enough money that I actually welcome it.