Letters to Penthouse XXV

by Penthouse International

  Olga picked us up at the train station and brought us to our hotel. While Walt checked us in and saw to the luggage, Olga and I had a drink at the bar. There I told her all the details about what had happened in Madrid. She was fascinated, and when I had told her everything she told me that I now had to be fair to Walt. I knew what she meant. We went up to the room, and while Olga gave Walt her customary welcoming French kiss, I dropped to my knees and took his very surprised cock into my mouth. Then both Olga and I proceeded to fuck his brains out.

  Well, as the saying goes, good girls go to heaven, but bad girls get to go everywhere else!

  —D.L., Chicago, Illinois

  SHE WAS A NICE CONVENTIONAL WIFE TILL SHE GOT HOOKED ON HUBBY’S PORN

  My husband’s fiftieth birthday is coming up soon, and I am going to give him a present he’ll never forget.

  My husband David is an avid reader of your magazine, and for a long time he used to earmark certain stories and leave the magazines around for me to find, hoping I’d read them. I never did, not being (as I thought) the type to be interested in such stuff. Then one day, while on the computer, I accidentally hit a button, and up popped a movie my husband had secretly stored on our hard drive. I was shocked by what I saw—a young woman with three huge black men, one in her mouth and one banging away at her, while the third one watched and stroked himself.

  I was appalled by the movie, but I couldn’t get it out of my mind. Later that same day I picked up one of your magazines and started really reading it, from cover to cover. I guess you could say that something was awakened inside me. However, having been raised a good southern girl, I did my best to shake this feeling off, telling myself that it was unworthy of me. Then I started having wild erotic dreams in which I was the girl in the video, or some woman in one of the letters in your magazine. And eventually, of course, I gave in.

  I waited for an evening when no one was home. David was working late. I watched a few porno videos on the computer to get me in the mood, while sipping a bottle of wine. I took a long, luxurious bath, shaved my armpits and my pussy, carefully applied my makeup, blew out my hair and put on a low-cut backless dress and sheer thigh-high hose. Then I headed out to have a little party of my own.

  I had done some research and knew where I was going, to a certain club that was notorious for being a swingers’ hangout. I drove straight there, but once I was in the parking lot I was suddenly overcome by doubt. I was still sitting there, trying to make up my mind, when a handsome black man tapped on the car window.

  When I lowered it, he smiled at me and said, “Hi, you okay?”

  I tried to laugh. “I don’t know,” I said. “My heart is beating so hard that I think I’m going to throw up.”

  He smiled again, then said the smartest thing. “Walking through those doors over there,” he said, indicating the front of the club, “is the hardest part. Why don’t you allow me to escort you? If you don’t want to stay, I will escort you back out, no questions asked, no strings attached, no pressure at all.”

  Well, he was well dressed and good-looking, and he seemed sincere, and for some reason I trusted him. “Thank you, that would be nice,” I said.

  At the door, he addressed the woman who greeted us in a familiar manner, telling her that I was his guest. As we walked through the hallway he would stop now and then to shake someone’s hand, or kiss a woman on the cheek, wishing them a wonderful evening. We entered a large room with a dance floor and were seated at a secluded table up front. He told me his name was Sam, and asked what I would like to drink.

  Once our drinks were served, Sam asked me if I’d like to dance. We danced for a while, and he was not only a good dancer, but also a gentleman, through and through. It was only when we returned to our table that he asked me why I had come to the club. I explained that I was happily married, but curious. I even told him how it disturbed me to be curious. He seemed to understand. It was so easy talking to this stranger, this big black man, about things I couldn’t even talk to David about. I told him all about David too, and I found myself relieved when he assured me that later, if I told David about this, he would not only accept it, but would love knowing all about it. As soon as he said it I knew it was true.

  Sam then asked me if I’d like to see the voyeur rooms, and I told him I wanted to see everything. We walked through a long dark hallway, passing a number of rooms which had no doors, only thin curtains over the openings, behind which people were having sex. He guided me into another short hall, and there behind a large picture window was a woman having sex with four men. She looked so erotic, so intense, so beautiful lying there, one man underneath her, another on top, both fucking her, while a third man had his engorged organ in her mouth, and the fourth one stroked and kissed her breasts, obviously waiting his turn. Sam stood close behind me and whispered in my ear, asking me if I liked watching. I leaned back against him and replied that I did. We stood there for several minutes, and then he asked me to take a walk with him outside, to get some fresh air. I agreed that that was a great idea.

  Once outside, he walked me to his car, where he pulled out a joint and lit it. I had never smoked pot, but now I took a puff or two. Afterward we went back inside. All this time Sam never once came on to me, or made me feel pushed in any way. We had another drink and danced again, but this time he asked if he could kiss me. I replied by kissing him, passionately, because by this time I had made up my mind that I was going to fuck this man.

  He must have read my thoughts—he seemed to be able to do that—because he said, “Just me alone or do you want more?” Boldly, I said that I thought we should go into one of those pretty curtained rooms and see what happened. But he said no; he had his own private room that he would take me to, and I said fine.

  He led me to an upper floor and into a suite, a gorgeous room with a huge antique bed in the middle, mirrors everywhere, and a chandelier giving out a low, romantic light. Inside, he kissed me again. Then he said, “You are the only one who can know if this is right for you. Do only what you want to.”

  I reached for the buttons on his shirt and began to undress him. He stood there allowing me to do so, smiling down at me. When I had his shirt off he picked me up and put me on the bed, then finished undressing with his back to me. His back was very defined and muscular, his ass as perfect as a painting. Then he turned, and there before me was the largest male organ I had ever seen. My surprise must have shown, because he smiled and said, “Don’t worry, my sweet. I have lived with this all my life, and know how to use it.”

  He then lay down beside me, kissing me again, and started to remove my dress slowly, pulling down one shoulder at a time. He exposed one breast, running his fingers around the nipple, tweaking it gently. “Are you sure?” he said again. I reached for him then, touching him, taking his big tool in my hand, and I started pumping him hard. I heard myself panting, and suddenly I was hungry to feel this giant of a man inside me, fucking me, I wanted him to take me, I wanted to be his slut, and I told him so.

  What happened next surprised the hell out of me. Another black man entered the room, came over to the bed and began caressing my right thigh. I wasn’t sure how to react, and I turned to Sam. “Only what you want, my sweet,” he said.

  Only what I wanted. I wanted it all. I closed my eyes and let it happen. I felt someone’s hand on my right breast, felt my dress being completely removed. “Yes, my sweet,” came Sam’s voice. “You are so beautiful, and tonight you are all ours.”

  His words turned me on until I was burning with desire. His hands, their hands, were all over me, and I wanted more. Then something hard and warm was placed against my lips, and Sam was telling me to suck that dick, and to look into the eyes of the man whose dick I was sucking. I opened my eyes, and standing there was another big-cocked black man, smiling down on me. I licked up and down his long thick shaft, took his balls in my mouth, then wrapped my hand around him and took all that I could into my mouth, stroking his balls as I did so, and I heard him
give a grunt of approval.

  I was loving this. I felt fingers penetrating me, and I was wet and ready. Then someone was taking me, his large cock filling me up. Was it Sam? No, Sam was lying beside me, stroking my breast, telling me what a good slut I was. I loved being called a slut, and he knew it. There I was with three men, two of whose names I didn’t even know, one fucking my pussy, one my mouth, and now I saw a flash, then another. Sam was taking pictures. I started to panic, but he said, “These are for you, my sweet, no one else.” And then I couldn’t think any more, because I was coming, moaning around the cock in my mouth, my body convulsing. The man on top of me came too, filling me with his load, and a minute later the other man shot into my mouth and I was swallowing his come and sucking for more.

  Sam turned me over then, placing me on my hands and knees. He said he wanted to fuck me in the ass, but he was afraid he was too big for me there. I thought so too, but I didn’t care. I would have done anything he wanted. I told him to go ahead, but he said no. Maybe next time. For now he would do me doggie-style. And he did.

  God, I had never known anything like this. I was moaning with ecstasy from the first moment he entered me. He was huge, it felt like he was splitting me apart, but I couldn’t get enough. I pushed back at him and begged for more. I heard him whispering in my ear, “My sweet girl, my sweet sexy beautiful girl.” And then I was coming again, coming harder than I had ever come in my life, coming continuously as I was fucked with more dick than I had ever imagined. I came and came and came, and finally Sam came with me. We collapsed together on the bed, and all I could think of was how glad I was that I had come to this wild place, and to have been a slut, if only for a little while.

  Before I left Sam gave me his card, and a computer disk with the pictures he had taken. That’s the present I mentioned that I am giving my husband for his birthday. I’m also giving him Sam’s number, in case he wants to use it.—G.B., Charleston, South Carolina

  A CHANCE MEETING IN A BAR TURNS HIS LOVELY WIFE INTO A SEX-MAD WANTON

  Molly and I hadn’t been out in a while, as our demanding work schedules tended to take their toll on our social life. Consequently we were both looking forward to our planned Friday-night outing. We just wanted to go somewhere different, with no plans and no structured activities, just having fun.

  Molly, my wife, is a hot and sensuous woman with long dark hair, large tits and a very sexy body, and on this night she looked great. After hitting a couple of “happy hour” spots, we had dinner and then decided to go to a new sports bar that we had heard was a pretty cool place. However, we were disappointed to find that there was only a handful of people there. Undaunted, we sat at the bar and ordered a drink. Molly finished hers rather quickly, and we decided to order one more and then head home.

  As I was about to pay the tab, a man sitting at the bar struck up a conversation with us. He was a large, rather good-looking black man, about six feet two and about two hundred pounds. He was watching a college basketball game, and he told us his nephew was the star of one of the teams that were playing. He offered to buy us a drink and we moved down next to him. He said his name was Frank, and that he’d been recently divorced. I got the impression that he was kind of lonely and looking for companionship.

  He bought my wife two shooters and me a beer, and as we were about to leave he told us about a small, quiet bar he knew near the ocean, and suggested stopping there for a nightcap on the way home. I wasn’t really up for it, but Molly wanted to do it, saying, “Oh, let’s go, honey, this is our night to have fun, remember?” So off we went.

  We found the bar, ordered some drinks and went out on the deck to enjoy the warmth of the evening and listen to the waves. When we finished our drinks I said it was my turn to buy, and I headed for the bar. The bartender had gone to the storage room to get some supplies or something, and it took me ten minutes before I returned to the deck with the drinks.

  As I approached my wife and our new friend, they seemed to get awfully quiet, but I assumed they were listening to the ocean beating against the shore. As I gave them their drinks I had a funny feeling that something was wrong. Then I noticed that Molly’s lipstick was a little smeared, and looking closely at Frank I could see a trace of lipstick on his mouth. I couldn’t believe it! While I was gone my beautiful wife must have been kissing this black man, who we had only just met.

  Molly had never showed an interest in cheating or doing anything with other men, and certainly not with strangers. I wondered if I could be mistaken, but it didn’t look that way. I was confused and upset, but also, for some weird reason, aroused. Then Molly took off her jacket. Her large, full tits, encased in a tight, silvery satin blouse, were quite visible in the moonlight. She was braless, and her nipples were sticking straight out toward our black friend. He was obviously impressed with her tits; he stared right at them and smiled. I looked at my wife, and she was giving him a sexy smile, as if to say, “How would you like to get your hands on these big ta-tas?”

  I didn’t know what to do. I finished my drink quickly, saying something about how late it was getting, but Molly didn’t seem to hear. She nursed her drink and seemed to listen avidly to everything Frank said. They were having an animated conversation, leaving me out almost completely.

  After a while I had to take a leak. I certainly did not want to leave my wife alone with this good-looking, rugged black man again, but finally it came down to a choice of going to the rest room or peeing in my jeans. I hurried off and relieved myself. Before returning to the deck I peeked quietly around the doorway, and my fears were confirmed. My wife was in the arms of this muscular black man, and they were locked in a torrid, passionate French kiss!

  My cock hardened immediately as I watched them kissing long and deep. Frank had his hands on my wife’s ass and was getting a good feel. She had both arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him as close to her as possible as their tongues played with each other. Frank was grinding his torso against her, his cock obviously rubbing against her midsection as they continued to kiss like long-lost lovers. As I watched, he slipped a hand under her blouse and got a good feel of her tits, while his other hand continued to massage her ass. Molly offered no resistance at all, but appeared to thoroughly enjoy his every move.

  Finally they pulled apart, obviously not wanting to be discovered on my return. As I came out and approached them, Molly was applying a coat of lipstick to her well-kissed lips, just as though nothing had happened. Frank took out some cigarettes and offered one to my wife, which she accepted, although she seldom smokes and knows I don’t approve of it. As he lit her cigarette, she put her hands around his to steady them, and they looked at each other with obvious lust in their eyes. For some reason I looked down at the front of Frank’s jeans, and saw a huge bulge made by his aroused cock. I knew we had to get out of there fast. This was too much!

  “Honey, let’s give Frank a ride to his car and head home,” Molly said. The three of us had taken our car from the first bar to this one, and now we drove back to where Frank had parked his car. Molly and I were in the front, Frank in the back. When we reached his car Frank was in the middle of a story, so Molly told me to turn off the engine while he finished. I was anxious to get home, and I hardly listened to the story, which seemed to go on and on.

  Once he finished, Molly told Frank what a great story it was and how much she loved it. “You are such a fun person,” she told him. “I hope I see you again soon.” Then she said, “Honey, I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to give Frank a kiss good night.”

  She didn’t wait for my answer, but turned around and leaned into the back seat to kiss her black friend. It wasn’t an ordinary kiss, any more than the one on the deck had been. I could see her tongue disappear into his mouth, and the kiss seemed to last forever. Then I became aware that Molly’s right hand was between his legs, searching for his big cock. Her left hand was around his neck as they continued to French kiss hotly right in front of me. I was stunned, but again I was als
o inexplicably aroused.

  Now Frank’s hand went under my wife’s blouse and started feeling her mammoth tits, and I heard Molly moaning with lust. She turned completely around now, kneeling up on the seat, and kissed him again. His other hand reached for her ass, and began kneading it through her tight jeans. It soon moved to her crotch, as her right hand rubbed over his swollen cock. What was supposed to be a goodnight kiss had escalated into a steamy scene. This was crazy, but neither of them seemed to give a shit about me being there, or about anything else.

  “Oh God,” Molly said breathlessly when they broke apart. “I’ve got to have more of this!” And with that she hopped over the back of the seat and joined her smiling black stud, who grabbed her and kissed her again. I looked around to make sure there was nobody watching from outside, and when I turned back my wife had removed her blouse, proudly offering Frank full access to her tits. His hands were all over them, tweaking her hard nipples. I heard a zipper open, and Molly saying, “Lord, it’s even bigger than I thought!” I took a look for myself, and saw Frank’s big black cock, which had to be at least nine or ten inches long, and very thick. And then, without hesitation, my hot wife lowered her head and engulfed that huge dick in her mouth, sucking it like a seasoned whore.

  Molly gives good head, and Frank obviously loved what she was doing with her talented mouth and swirling tongue. I still felt dazed, but watching my wife avidly sucking this virtual stranger was undeniably erotic, and I had to admit that I was turned on by her slutty behavior. I looked around again, and this time I saw two men in the shadows of the parking lot, watching my wife sucking cock in the back seat. They had their dicks out and were jerking themselves off as they stood there. I couldn’t hold out any more. I pulled out my own cock and played with it as I gazed at my wife’s head bobbing up and down, up and down on that big black pole.