Letters to Penthouse VII

by Letters to Penthouse VII- Celebrate the Rites of Pleasure (epub)

  After watching for a while, they sauntered over to us and asked if we wanted to play pool with them. Before I could say anything, Helen consented. They introduced themselves as Ed (the cowboy) and Al (the jock) and then racked up the balls.

  I was sure Helen would stop her little show with two strangers there, but I was wrong. She continued as if the two guys weren't even there. To make matters worse, she started teasing them too—giving them a good look at her cleavage by leaning seductively over the pool table, sitting with her skirt hiked high up over her thighs, even accidentally brushing against them when she bent over.

  After a while I had to excuse myself and go to the bathroom to cool down. As I made my way back, I was struck dumb by what I saw. Helen was standing against the table taking a drink while Ed stood behind her, kissing her neck and rubbing her ass. She just stood there drinking wine as if nothing unusual was happening!

  I stood there watching in amazement as Al walked up to my wife, took the glass out of her hand and gave her a deep French kiss. Helen returned it vigorously and Al reached up and began caressing her breasts through her dress. After they broke off and composed themselves, I walked back to the table. Helen winked at me and asked if I'd liked the show.

  We kept playing, and before we knew it the bartender was announcing the last round. I excused myself again, explaining that I had to go to the bathroom. Instead I peeked around the corner to see what Helen would do. In no time, I saw Al kiss Helen, pick her up and sit her on the corner of the pool table. She lay back and he bent over her, kissing her and feeling her breasts. I heard him ask about me, and she told him that this was what I'd always wanted.

  His fears allayed, Al continued kissing Helen and motioned for Ed to join in. Ed came over, slid his hands under Helen's dress and pushed it up over her waist.

  Ed didn't waste a minute. He knelt down and started licking her clit and fingering her pussy. Helen loves to be eaten out, and soon she was moaning in ecstasy. Finally I lost all control and rushed over to the two men and my wife. Helen glanced at me and asked me to join them.

  After a few minutes Ed stood up, unzipped his pants and took off his underwear. I looked on in amazement—his cock was almost nine inches long and twice as fat as mine. He moved up to Helen, lifted her legs up onto his shoulders and slowly sank his dick all the way into her cunt. Helen started moaning louder and humping for all she was worth. Ed grabbed her ass and pulled her even closer to him, slamming his dick all the way into her with a grunt.

  Meanwhile, Al had peeled down the top of Helen's dress and was sucking her breasts. I walked up to Helen and quickly took off my pants. She pulled my cock into her mouth. Helen usually doesn't let me come in her mouth, but I was so excited at what was happening I came in seconds and she sucked it all up.

  Ed began ramming his cock harder and faster into Helen. Just before he came, he pulled out and shot several huge loads of come onto Helen's belly and dress. After that he collapsed in a chair to watch.

  Al took his place in front of Helen, picked up one of her legs and flipped her over onto her stomach. Then he shoved his dick into her from behind. Helen began yelling at him to fuck her harder, so Al grabbed her hips and started thrusting into her for all he was worth. Suddenly he let out a loud groan and came deep inside her. After he pulled out of her Helen got up, took her dress off and walked over to Ed, who was sitting in a chair. She slowly spread her legs, bent over, and started licking and sucking his cock. Watching this, I was hard again in record time.

  I stepped behind Helen and shoved my dick into her. She was so wet with her own juices and the come from the other guys that I slipped into her cunt easily. Watching her give Ed a blow job was an incredible turn-on, and after a few minutes I came deep inside her. Ed was hard by this time, so Helen straddled him on the chair, grabbed his dick and stuck it inside her. She grasped his shoulders and started riding him like a bronco, throwing her head back and screaming.

  After a few minutes Helen started shaking in the throes of a violent orgasm, while Ed shot another load into her. We rested for a few minutes, then Helen and I got dressed and said good-bye. The guys told Helen she could come back anytime and patted her crotch gently as they kissed her good-bye.

  When we got home Helen asked me if the show had been worth it. I told her it was all I had fantasized about and more. I then asked her if she had enjoyed it. She said she'd be lying if she said she hadn't.

  Helen says that next month I should expect a new surprise. I can hardly wait.—M.S., Sandpoint, Idaho

  HE'S NICE ENOUGH TO SHARE HIS WIFE WHO'S NAMED CLAIRE

  My wife works in the entertainment industry, so she gets the chance to meet a lot of hot young guys. Over the years we've come to an understanding: She can fuck anyone she wants as long as I get to hear about it or, even better, watch.

  Recently we went out to a club to check out a band her firm was interested in signing. The band turned out to be a bust, but we decided to stick around for drinks and dancing. Claire was looking great, as always, in a short black dress with a low-cut front that showed plenty of cleavage. The short skirt showed off her long, lithe legs. Three-inch black pumps with leather straps running up her calves set everything off perfectly.

  We'd already had quite a few drinks and were resting in a secluded corner booth when a man came up and greeted my wife with a big hug. He was about twenty-five, with long hair and a muscular body. My wife introduced him to me as Gary, a colleague recently recruited by the firm she worked for. We invited him to join us for a drink.

  As we sat and talked, I noticed Claire's hand slip beneath the table. I excused myself to go to the men's room, so I could observe them from afar. As I walked away, I looked over my shoulder and discovered that Claire was actually kneading Gary's cock through his jeans. Suddenly she unzipped his pants and pulled out his big, erect cock. I could see Claire licking her lips in anticipation as she gently stroked its delicious length.

  When I returned to the table Claire grinned mischievously. Then she turned back to Gary, licked his neck like a big cat and sank her head into his lap. I watched as she gently played her tongue up the pulsing vein of his hard rod, licking and sucking up the drops of pre-come glistening on its bulbous head. She took him into her mouth and started sucking on his steely length, one hand caressing the shaft. Her long, red nails drifted over his hairy sac and Gary moaned softly.

  Claire engulfed him in her hot mouth, and he buried himself in her hot throat while her slippery serpent's tongue squirmed and slithered. She inched forward, sucking him deeper into her throat. She then began bobbing her head up and down, her tongue swirling over the swollen head on each stroke. Gary was quivering, his hips thrusting back, trying to fuck himself even deeper into her throat. My own cock was getting hard as I watched the scene, and I pulled it out and started rubbing its head against Claire's silken thigh. She moaned softly and reached back with one hand to jerk me off as she continued to deep-throat Gary.

  Gary's movements became more urgent, and I knew he was about to come. He gave a sharp gasp as his cock exploded. As he came, Claire drew off him for an instant and a huge stream of come shot into the air. She aimed his throbbing cock at her mouth and hungrily caught huge gobs of hot juice. Finally, she engulfed his spurting rod and sucked every last drop out of him. A trickle of goo was running down her chin when she sat up. She kissed him deeply, swirling his seed around in his mouth with her tongue.

  Apparently Gary wasn't through. Taking Claire's hand, he led her out of the club. I followed. I didn't have far to go. Gary took Claire into an alley behind the stage. The area was deserted, even though we were only a few feet from the main entrance and the crowd waiting to get inside. We could hear people on the street talking about the show, but we couldn't see them and they couldn't see us. Gary grabbed Claire roughly and kissed her hard. She melted into him while his hands played over her naked back. He unhooked her dress and it fell away. Her breasts jiggled in the dim light and Gary dropped his mouth to her rock-ha
rd nipples. As his tongue swirled each areola, Claire moaned, raised her right leg and humped her pussy against his crotch.

  He backed her against the wall of the club and hurriedly unzipped his jeans. His big dick sprang into view, fully hard once again. He pushed the thin material of her panties away from her wet, aching cunt. Raising her leg up with a strong arm, he sank his hard meat into her humid depths in a single stroke. I could hear the warm, welcoming wetness of her hole suck him in as he began fucking her with long, hard strokes. Claire's head was thrown back and she was grinding her pussy into him, flexing her taut ass muscles. She clutched at him, trying to pull him deeper.

  “Oh yes, yes, fuck me hard. Your cock feels so good! Oh please, fill me up with sweet, sweet come!”

  With a wail, Claire came. Her long fingers ran over Gary's back and her hips shivered with the intensity of her orgasm. Her eyes were glazed and her full, red lips formed a perfect O. Her strong legs pulled his thrusting ass hard against her. Suddenly her eyes snapped shut and she moaned loudly as a second wave of pleasure coursed through her. Her hips thrust back and forth involuntarily, her feet were splayed out and her tongue licked her swollen lips. She pulled Gary to her and gave him a deep, wet kiss, fucking him with her tongue like he was fucking her with his dick.

  I exploded in my hand and covered it with sticky seed. Gary was fucking Claire with furious thrusts of his huge cock and Claire had locked her legs around his strong ass. With a guttural cry he buried himself in her one last time and shot warm jets of come deep into her spasming pussy. As he continued to fuck her streams of come dripped out, running down her thighs and onto the silky material of her stockings. I watched as she kneaded his balls, milking every drop into her pussy with her long, supple fingers.

  Since that night, Gary and Claire get together at least once a week. Sometimes I watch, but often I wait and ask my wife to describe it for me. This always gets her hot and ready for more action which is just how I like her.—B.E., Detroit, Michigan

  HAPPY BIRTHDAY HONEY—NOW BLOW OUT THE CANDLES ON THE BEEFCAKE

  I'm writing to let readers know about the wonderful birthday present I gave my wife. She was about to turn forty. For several years, especially during lovemaking, Jody had mentioned how every woman dreams of having two men simultaneously. I don't think she believed she would ever have the chance to experience this, and I never said anything about making her dream come true.

  As a regular reader of Penthouse Letters, I have always been fascinated by letters from men who liked to watch their wives making it with other men. The idea was a little frightening, but it always got me very excited.

  I finally chose two friends I thought my wife would like. I also made sure I would be able to observe and join in. Ross and Ken were shocked at first, but it soon became clear they were also very interested. They both thought my wife was very attractive. I later learned that Ross and Jody had exchanged passionate kisses at a party a year ago, but Jody had stopped his advances when his hands had strayed too far.

  Jody and I began her birthday celebration by going out for dinner. Arrangements had been made for Ross and Ken to accidentally meet us afterward at a local lounge. They sat at our table and the four of us spent the evening drinking and dancing. As the evening wore on I danced with Jody less, letting Ross and Ken keep her busy. During one long, slow song I noticed Ross's hands on Jody's shapely rear end. When the song ended, they kissed before coming back to the table.

  As Ross and Jody danced to another slow song, Ken joined them on the dance floor and snuggled up against Jody from behind. His cock was obviously straining to escape from his trousers as he humped my wife's ass on the dance floor. As the three of them moved to the music, I could see Ken kissing her neck. I knew it was time to move on to our house for step two.

  I announced that Jody and I had to head home while we were still able to drive. Jody protested, until I asked Ross and Ken to follow us home for a nightcap.

  Earlier that day I had asked a friend to leave a message for me on our answering machine telling me I had to go to my office to take care of an urgent security problem. These kinds of emergencies have happened before, so Jody was not suspicious. The scene was set for Ross and Ken to fulfill my wife's fantasy while she felt safe to enjoy herself.

  Instead of driving to the office I drove around the block and parked not far from our house. Then I went through the backyard, climbed up onto the deck and looked through a sliding glass door. I had left the drapes open, so I had a full view of the living room and its three horny occupants. Even Ross and Ken didn't know I'd planned to watch.

  The first thing I saw through the glass door was Ken and Jody slow dancing. After a few moments, their lips locked together for what must have been a deep and probing kiss. Ross joined them and Jody kissed him with equal passion. While this was happening, I noticed that the two men's hands had begun exploring Jody's curves. At first she brushed them away, but soon she gave up and started enjoying the attention.

  The three friends stood in the middle of the living room and Jody kissed one and then the other. As Ross kissed her, Ken began undressing my very horny wife. First he unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Then he unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a lace bra. His hands cupped each breast and massaged them. Jody, however, seemed lost in a passionate embrace with Ross.

  Luckily for Ken, my wife's bra fastens in front. As her white, rose-tipped breasts tumbled free, he sucked one of her hard nipples into his mouth. Jody reacted by placing her hand on the back of his head, as if to make sure he stayed put. As Ken focused his attention on her top half, Ross slid his hand down Jody's stomach until he reached her bush.

  He found her pussy and slid a finger inside. Jody broke off the embrace and spread her legs a bit more.

  Ross removed the rest of Jody's clothing, and I could see her love-juices glistening and running down her long, slim legs. Ken was still sucking her tits, while Ross kneeled and began licking her slit. At that point Jody's legs finally gave out and the two men gently helped her to the floor. As she was lying back, she reached for Ken's trousers and released his long, hard cock. She immediately took it in her mouth. Then, as she hungrily sucked Ken's cock, she wantonly used her free hand to release Ross's tool.

  Soon the two men were devouring my wife's body with their hands and mouths. Ken was getting the blow job of his life, while Ross was eating away at her snatch. It was only a matter of time before a cock found its way between my wife's legs.

  Ross grabbed a pillow, placed it under Jody's ass and gently eased his throbbing, red cock inside her. Jody didn't miss a beat sucking Ken's cock. After a few easy strokes, Ross's thrusts took on more power.

  As Ross entered Jody, Ken had his first explosive orgasm while I (still behind the glass door) shot my load into my hand. After that Jody lay back and enjoyed the fucking Ross was giving her. One thing I know about my wife is that she arches her back and toes when she is reaching orgasm. As Ross pumped into her, her back and feet arched for what seemed like more than ten minutes. My love was obviously in sexual heaven.

  After giving Jody a wonderful fucking, Ross's muscles tensed up and he unloaded into her. He collapsed on top of her and remained there for several minutes before rolling off. The three of them sat there exhausted. It looked as though the evening was over, until Ken picked up my wife and carried her into the bedroom. It took me a few moments to get into position to see what happened next.

  By the time I reached the bedroom window, Jody was on the bed on her back and Ken was holding her left leg straight up in the air. He was standing beside the bed and his huge cock was easily sliding in and out of her sopping wet hole. Ross was licking and sucking her nipples, and I knew it was only a matter of time before his cock would find its way between her lips. It was time for me to rejoin the party.

  By now, Ross was receiving a blow job while Ken was thrusting deep into Jody. I slipped out of my clothes before any of them noticed I was there. I waited until Ken unloaded his se
cond load into my flushed and panting wife, and then I immediately replaced him. Jody looked up, saw it was me inside her and said, “Welcome home. We missed you.” We spent the next several hours in a variety of positions. I have yet to tell Jody I watched the whole event.—R.W., Altoona, Pennsylvania

  GUY LEARNS HIS LADY HAS A JOB ON THE SIDE—ON HER BACK

  My girl's name is Sue. She was born and raised in a ritzy part of Philadelphia and she's a snob.

  She's a sweet girl in many ways but she doesn't realize she's a snob, though she inarguably is. Anyway, Sue loves sex. She really, really loves sex. And she's never had any trouble getting her fill of it.

  Sue is twenty-six years old and beautiful. She has gorgeous hair, a terrific body, a knockout face, a super-tight pussy, long legs and adorable feet. Her perfect, long fingernails and toenails are always expertly manicured and painted to match.

  Next to sex, Sue loves money best. She expects anyone she dates to pay for everything, even though she says she's a feminist. Her logic tells her that, because men have most of the power and money in society, the least they can do for a woman is pay for everything.

  Although Sue has always loved sex, during her college days she used to worry about her reputation. She was convinced that all her boyfriends bragged to their frat brothers about how the hottest-looking girl on campus was also the wildest lay around. Maybe that's why, when we first met, she pretended that she didn't like doing it doggie-style and that she never gave head. Over time, though, her powerful sex drive overcame her false modesty and she willingly engaged in both practices.

  Sue often has more than ten orgasms when we make love. Sometimes she wants to switch positions every five minutes. She turns into a complete animal—squealing, squeaking, snorting and whining as I fuck her tiny brains out. (And tiny is what they are, believe me.) We've even tried anal sex. At first she said she was sure she would hate it, but now when my dick's up her ass she can come without either of us even touching her pussy.