Letters to Penthouse XXV

by Penthouse International

  “Sheila is so beautiful,” he said at one point. “You are a very lucky man. The loveliness of her neck and the softness of her breasts could drive men crazy.” Sheila blushed and kissed him appreciatively. I expected to feel another surge of jealousy and anger, but these emotions were now muted. What I felt most, strangely enough, was pride.

  After dinner Sheila kissed Joel again, this time more affectionately, and more lustfully. At that point I did have pangs of jealousy and insecurity as I watched them, but I also felt bolts of arousal, and a part of me began to feel stimulated by the prospect of their being together. Then Sheila said good night to Joel and showed him to the guest room. After that she and I went into our bedroom arm in arm.

  Even before we were undressed Sheila was all over me, kissing and fondling all of me, inspiring my cock to great heights. We began having sex on the floor next to the bed. If this had been her way of getting me to forget that Joel was right down the hall, it would certainly have worked. But it wasn’t, because she started talking about Joel even as she was kissing and stroking me, fondling my ass and licking my dick. I couldn’t believe how hot she was, but more amazingly, as she talked about what she would like to do to Joel, I couldn’t believe how hot I got listening to her.

  “Did it make you jealous when I kissed him?” she asked breathlessly as she kissed and sucked the tip of my cock.

  “Not so much the first time, at the table,” I said. “But after dinner, when you practically stuck your tongue down his throat, I felt jealous all right.”

  “But didn’t it also turn you on?” she inquired eagerly. It had, but I held off admitting it. “Wait until you see me sucking his cock,” Sheila said softly. “I think you’ll love it when I have that monster dick of his deep in my throat. This can be as good for you as it will be for me.”

  Then I surprised myself again. “He’s got a large cock?” I asked, realizing I was panting heavily.

  “Unbelievable,” she said. “Absolutely unbelievable!”

  “You like his cock?” I gasped as she deep-throated my erection.

  She kept me in her throat a few minutes before replying. “Of course. I adore cocks, you know,” she said then. After a pause, she went on. “But remember that I love you. I hope you can see the difference. What you and I do is making love. Sex with Joel, or anybody else, is simply fucking: Untamed, carnal screwing. Anything I do with him is just pure animal lust, you’ll see. And I think you’ll enjoy it as well,” she predicted. “Be honest now. Didn’t it really turn you on to hear me talking about sucking him while I did the same to you?” It had, that was evident, and I didn’t need to tell her so. “So do you want me to tell Joel to go, or should we give it a chance and see if we can both enjoy him fucking your wife?”

  As she talked I pictured them fucking. I imagined her on her back, with him between her legs, plowing his long, straight cock into her pussy. It was, as my perceptive wife had predicted, a very serious turn-on for me. “Do you want to go to him tonight?” I asked, kissing her nipples tenderly.

  “Yes, I honestly do. But I won’t if you don’t want me to. Listen, I have to be truthful with you,” she said. “He fucked me after the wedding, at Delia’s house, and I loved it! But if you would rather he leave, I’ll tell him tonight he can’t stay.”

  “No, it’s all right,” I said, and part of me was amazed at what I was agreeing to. “Why don’t you go to him now? I—I want you to. You were right, I have fantasized about you with other men. When you come back you can tell me all about it, and we’ll be able to see how much I can handle.”

  She kissed me then and left the room, and she didn’t return until some time after midnight. When she scooted into bed next to me, her bare skin against mine, I was so I hot I couldn’t stand it. I had not slept, but had spent the hours imagining them together, seeing them in my mind screwing like minks, alternating between wanting to tell him to get the hell out and wanting to watch them fuck. Now I was dying to hear every detail of what she had done

  “Did you take all of his cock?” I asked as my own cock began to stiffen. “Did you suck him dry and let him eat your pussy?”

  “All of that,” she cooed. “Do you want to hear about it? Do you want to hear me describe taking his cock into my mouth and licking and sucking him, making him spew buckets of come and taking it down my throat like syrup? Do you want to hear how naughty I was?”

  “Yes!” I said hoarsely. “Tell me everything you did, everything he did to you, and everything you want to do again.” And even before she told me, even before I happily sucked Joel’s come out of her pussy, even before we fucked with an intensity we hadn’t felt for years, I knew that we were going to keep him after all.

  Within a month I considered Joel my wife’s other husband. Soon she was spending three nights a week with him, three with me, and one—Sunday—with both of us in our bed. I looked forward to those threesomes with great anticipation and pleasure. Two men satisfying one woman was absolutely fantastic, especially for her, and the first time I was able to watch her kneeling next to the bed with her lips around the head of Joel’s cock was an absolutely incredible experience. She would work on him until he came, taking all of his come in her mouth and swallowing every drop, and then she would take my cock and do the same. If either of us got hard again watching the other getting blown, she would repeat the routine lustfully. Then we would fuck her in tandem, one in her pussy and the other in her ass, and later we would fuck her tag-team style, one after the other.

  The arrangement that had started so surprisingly for me when she brought home a stray man worked phenomenally for close to a year. But Joel is not with us any longer. He moved out last May, and was replaced by Aaron, and then Tim, and now Julian. I love it, actually, each time she brings home a new one, a new stray, a new lover. With each one there are new thrills, and yet the excitement is always the same. And so is our love. Sheila and I fuck much more now than we ever did before that wonderful day when she brought Joel home and asked me if she could keep him.—H.R., Detroit, Michigan

  GOOD GIRLS GO TO HEAVEN, BUT BAD GIRLS GET TO GO EVERYPLACE ELSE

  I have always been a good girl, unlike my friend Olga. Olga and I work for the same company, but she is based in the Paris office, while I am in Chicago. Since Olga’s divorce, she has been having sex with lots of different men. She loves to tell me about her sexual experiences during our frequent phone calls. Once she told me about a weekend she’d spent having sex with two men at once. That story made me hot, but I told her that was something I’d never do, because I am a good girl.

  Whenever Olga comes to the Untied States she always stays a day or two at our house, and she used to drive my husband Walt nuts. Most mornings she would come downstairs wearing only tiny panties. She’d give Walt a good-morning kiss and let her bare boobs rub against the back of his neck. She always said that Europeans don’t think of boobs as sex objects, but I could tell she wanted to fuck Walt. He really wanted to do her too, but I just told both of them no way.

  The reason that I am a good girl is that until our recent trip to Spain, the only man I had ever been with was my husband. Walt and I have an excellent sex life, and I was not looking for other men. In Madrid events just sort of got out of control, little by little, so it wasn’t really my fault.

  Olga and I get together several times a year to work on projects for our company. This time it was my turn to go to her in Paris. Since our meeting was to take place at the same time as Walt’s vacation, he decided to come with me. In fact, we planned to take a long-desired trip to Spain the week before, staying in Madrid for a few days and heading up to Paris from there.

  Since our plans were made at the last moment, we didn’t have time to make a lot of reservations, and we were forced to settle for a rather seedy hotel in Madrid. As we were checking in we encountered a group of young Spanish men, also checking in, all of whom wore vests with a particular logo on them. Since I speak fluent Spanish, I was able to chat with them, and I learned fro
m their leader, Carlos, that they were all members of a beer-drinking club, in Madrid for a beer festival. Later on we found that they were staying on the same floor of the hotel as we were.

  Walt and I had a good time seeing the sights that day, and the next morning we stayed in bed late, making love. When we are on vacation we always like to have slow, prolonged sex, taking our time and touching, licking and stroking each other until we can’t stand it any more. We had spent some time doing that, and now we were fucking in one of our favorite positions, which Walt likes to call “Amazon Woman.” That is where I squat over him and bounce up and down on his nice hard cock.

  We had been at it for some time, and I could tell that Walt was about one stroke away from shooting his load into my waiting pussy. I always have a big orgasm once he starts to shoot. But at that moment the door opened, and into our room walked Carlos, the leader of the drinking club!

  Inside the door he stopped short, obviously as surprised as I was. He just stood there and stared at me bouncing up and down on Walt’s prick. At that point I couldn’t stop, and for some reason the fact that he was watching us made me more excited than I had ever been. I began to have one of the best, long-lasting orgasms I had ever experienced. Normally when I come in that position I will collapse onto Walt’s chest, but now I threw my head back and continued to come, exposing my entire naked, spasming body to Carlos.

  When I stopped coming, Carlos still stood there a moment, as if frozen. Then he said, “I must have the wrong room.” And with that he left.

  Walt and I had a good laugh. We checked the door and found that, unlike in American hotels, the door did not automatically lock when it was closed. Walt had been trying for a while to get me to be more experimental about sex, and I think he liked the idea of me putting on a show for a stranger. I had always said no to his kinky sex ideas, because I am a good girl. But while Walt showered, I got out the traveling kit in which we keep our oils and sex toys, took out my vibrator and buzzed myself to another wonderful orgasm, thinking of Carlos watching me bouncing on Walt’s prick.

  When we went down to the breakfast room, I could tell that Carlos had told all the club members about watching me fuck. To my surprise this did not embarrass me—in fact, it turned me on that they knew. Carlos came over to our table and in broken English apologized for entering the wrong room. Then he said that to make up for his blunder, he would like to invite us to the festival his club was attending that evening. It sounded like fun, and we said we would be delighted.

  The festival was a blast, and we spent a pleasantly boisterous evening with Carlos and his fellow club members, as well as groups from other beer clubs from all over Spain, singing, dancing, having fun and drinking beer. After several hours of drinking we were all feeling no pain, especially Walt and one of the club members, who seemed to be trying to out-drink each other for reasons of national honor.

  As the night progressed, things were starting to get a little rowdy. At one point two girls at the next table got on top of the table and flashed us their boobs. Since I was the only female at our table, Carlos said that I should flash my tits back at them for the honor of the club. I looked at Walt, and he said it would be okay—which was about the last coherent thing he said before both he and his drinking partner passed out. I really felt like doing it, but I stalled a little, saying that I was couldn’t flash my boobs like the other girls because I was wearing a bra. Carlos just grinned and slipped his hand up the back of my shirt, unhooking my bra. He then helped me take it off while keeping my shirt on. He also took the opportunity to feel my tits.

  Three of the other team members, José, Ricardo and Diego, were all watching Carlos help me out of my bra, and I had to admit to myself that I was getting horny, knowing that they knew what was going on. While we waited for the other girls to flash us again, Carlos took my hand and guided it under the table, placing it on his cock. I could feel the hardness of it through his pants. It felt very big, but I quickly removed my hand, because I am a good girl.

  When the girls at the next table jumped up and flashed us again, Carlos and José helped me to the top of our table, and I flashed them back, showing my breasts to every man in the room. This turned me on so much I could feel the wetness dripping through my panties.

  When I sat down again José, who was sitting on my other side, leaned over and gave me a passionate kiss. It was a very nice kiss, and it seemed only fair to kiss him back. While I was doing that, Carlos took hold of my arm and put some half-melted butter from the table into my hand. Next he took my hand and placed it on his cock, which he had now taken out of his pants, and started to move my hand back and forth. I was about to remove it, but when I opened my eyes I could see that the other club members—those that had not passed out—were watching me, again knowing what was going on. It was time for me to put on another show. I started to jerk Carlos off under the table, while José slid his hand under my skirt and started to finger my clit. I could tell that a few other people near our table had picked up on what was going on.

  At this point Carlos shuddered as his ten-inch monster went off all over my hand. At the same time José’s fingers were doing their magic on my clit, and just before I started to come I licked a large glob of Carlos’s come from my hand. The come was mixed with butter and tasted amazing. I made way too much noise when I came, and many people were now staring at me. We decided to leave.

  We took two cabs back to the hotel. José wanted me to jerk him off in the cab. I said not right then, because Walt was also in the cab. I said once we got back to the hotel I would jerk him off, but since I was a good girl that was all I was willing to do.

  Back at the hotel, we put Walt and the other unconscious guys to bed, and went to José’s room. There we found Carlos and two other club members, Diego and Ricardo. They all had their pants off and their hard cocks out. I said that I would jerk them all off, but that was as far as it would go, and they said that was fine. I started on José, and in no time his come was flying everywhere.

  Being the captain of the club, Carlos said he was next, and I went to work on him for the second time. By this time the guys were playing with my boobs and clit, although I still had my clothes on. Carlos still had a bit of butter on his large prick, and when I saw a small drop of precome on the tip I licked it off, again tasting the butter with the come. Next I noticed that there was also a little butter just behind the head of his cock, so I licked that off too. Every time I licked Carlos’s cock, he would moan.

  Then I remembered that Bill Clinton had declared that blowjobs don’t count as sex, so I decided that it was okay for me to suck Carlos off and still be a good girl. So I took Carlos’s monster in my mouth—only the second cock to ever find its way into my mouth—and he moaned louder. José then said that the guys would like to return the oral favor, if it was okay with me. I told them to go ahead, which the guys took as an invitation to strip me. Well, when four guys are stripping one girl, it only takes a few seconds before the girl is buck-naked.

  Ricardo went down on me as I continued to suck on Carlos’s dick. Given my already aroused state, it took only a few minutes before I was bucking in orgasm. As I was returning back to earth from my tremendous climax I could tell that Carlos was about to shoot his load down my throat. At this point I felt something stiff against my thigh. It was a hard dick. I didn’t know whose it was, but I didn’t care. Moaning around Carlos’s cock, I found myself pulling at that stiffness, guiding it toward my pussy. I didn’t have time to think about what I was doing, because as I was doing it Carlos was dumping his load into my hot mouth. I swallowed his come as eagerly as my pussy was swallowing that cock. A minute later I realized it was Ricardo’s cock, and he was rapidly stroking it in and out of my tight pussy, while I wrapped my legs around him and humped him back. I guess I was no longer a good girl, but as you can see it was not really my fault, right?

  It did not take long for Ricardo to fill me up with come. Diego’s turn was next. Carlos suggested that I ride h
im in the same position that he’d seen me fucking Walt that morning, the “Amazon Woman” position. Diego had a cock that bent upward near the tip at about a forty-five degree angle. This wonderful dick hit my G-spot as I squatted on it, and as we fucked I could feel his cockhead bouncing off that spot, bringing me to one extraordinary orgasm after another.

  As Diego was pumping his come into my already drenched pussy, I looked over to see that José was greasing up his cock with K-Y jelly. He positioned me on my hands and knees and fucked my ass, while Ricardo positioned himself under my face so I could suck on his dick. After about twenty minutes of this double action the two guys timed their climaxes so that I got a load up my ass and one in my mouth at the same time.

  By this time Carlos had gotten hard again, and he was lubricating his monster to replace José in my ass. I didn’t know if I could take that huge hard prick up my ass, but with all the come and the stretching it had already taken, he entered me with little difficulty. I sucked on Diego’s cock as Carlos pumped my ass, and soon he was rock-hard again. He slid under me and entered my pussy with his beautiful bent cock. We soon got into a pattern in which Diego would thrust forward, hitting my G-spot, while Carlos stroked deep into my ass. This double penetration would force Diego’s tool still harder against my G-spot, and I would scream with ecstasy.

  We went on until morning. Carlos came five times, and the rest of the guys unloaded at least four shots each. As for me, it seemed as though I must have come over a hundred times. Before I left we exchanged e-mail addresses. I’d had so much come pumped into me that as I walked back to my room I was wet all the way from my pussy down to my knees. Back in my room I jumped into the shower. Walt was still sleeping, and by the time he woke up it was time to catch the train for Paris.