Letters to Penthouse XXV

by Penthouse International

  Finally they switched positions, and Mimi lay on her back while Lars licked her cunt. Then she asked me to get the vibrator we had bought earlier. I got it and handed it to Lars, who inserted it into my wife. It was even longer than his cock. I moved up by her head and she sucked my cock as Lars continued to lick her pussy while fucking it with the vibrator. Then she moved from my cock to Lars’, gobbling it fiercely and moaning around it as he licked her clit.

  I looked at my watch and saw that we had been going at it for nearly an hour. The alcohol had certainly loosened Mimi’s inhibitions, but I had seen her drunk before and had never seen her so cock-hungry. Now she turned to mash her pussy against Lars’ cock. They kissed fiercely, their tongues mingling, and then she was saying how she really wanted his cock inside her. She told him to stick it in just a bit—just a little bit. She rose over him and took his dick in her pussy. She gave a little moan and jogged up and down, and by the second stroke she had taken him all the way in. So much for not fucking him.

  Mimi loves being on top, and now she rode him like a champ, slamming her cunt down on that long pole. I reached out and played with her asshole while she rode his fuck stick. He was obviously proud of it, as I would have been. I moved behind her and began rubbing my cock around her asshole. She loves that. I slipped it into her part way and began moving slowly, reaching around to play with her nipples. She jerked back against me, and then started moving wildly, fucking herself on our two cocks. Then she convulsed and started to scream. She couldn’t stop screaming, and she couldn’t get enough. She had several orgasms around our cocks.

  When she finally calmed down we switched positions. Mimi got on all fours and Lars slid his cock into her from behind. I moved beneath her and she sucked my cock while I licked her clit. Lars’ dick was rubbing on my nose, and it turned me on further to see that pole stretching Mimi’s sopping cunt as it slid in and out of her. Soon Mimi was coming again. This brought Lars to the edge, and he pulled his cock out and stroked it with his hand. Mimi flipped over onto her back and encouraged us to shoot all over her. Soon we were both shooting wads of come all over her tits, belly and pussy.

  We collapsed on the bed and lay there panting for several minutes, until Lars said he was going to take a shower, and Mimi said she would join him. I waited a while, and when I went in there they were fucking doggie-style. I stroked my cock as I watched my formerly conservative wife going crazy for this long cock. Then I walked up to her and fucked her mouth, and this time we both came inside her.

  When we left Mimi gave Lars a long wet kiss. He kept saying that the two of us looked so normal that he couldn’t believe his good fortune. For my part I couldn’t believe how totally cock-crazed my wife had been. I had never seen her like that, nor have I since. I don’t know if it will ever happen again, but the memory still gets me hard.—J.F., Providence, Rhode Island

  WHILE SHE’S AWAY SHE LEAVES HIM SEXY PICTURES AND SEXIER DREAMS

  Our fifth anniversary was a week away, and my wife Connie and I had made plans to celebrate with a night on the town and some hot sex when we got home. But at the last minute Connie, who had recently been promoted at work, found out she would have to be out of town for a week or so, and would not be home for our anniversary. I was quite disappointed, but she assured me we would make up for it when she got back. She also told me that she had a really big surprise planned for me. I was very interested in this surprise, because Connie is one very sexy lady, and has proven to have as wild an erotic imagination as I do.

  On Monday morning, before I took her to the airport, I kept trying to touch her and get close to her, but she kept pushing me away, telling me I would ruin the surprise. When we got to the airport she handed me a large envelope, with a smaller envelope taped on the outside. She kissed me and told me to follow the instructions carefully. She had a really devilish look on her face as she got out of the car. I sat there and watched her walk into the airport, wearing a rather short skirt, a silk blouse and high-heeled pumps. All I could think of was how sexy she looked, and what a lucky guy I was to have her as my wife.

  It wasn’t until I got home from work that night that I had a chance to look at what she had given me. The note inside the small envelope said that there were four more envelopes inside the large one. Each was for a different day, starting that day, Monday. I was to open each one at night, except for the one for Thursday, the day of our anniversary. That one I was to open in the morning before I went to work.

  I could feel my cock harden as I read the note, wondering what my sexy little wife had thought up for me. I opened up the large envelope, and sure enough, there were four smaller ones, each with a day written on them. So I opened the Monday one, and found a note, along with a small stack of pictures. The pictures were of my wife, some showing her in evening gowns, some in the kind of dresses she wore for work. I had seen her in some of the outfits, but not all. One of the gowns was extremely revealing, and a couple of the dresses showed off quite a bit of her cleavage.

  The note said, “Hello, honey. I hope you are enjoying the pictures I had taken for you. These are a few of the outfits I will be wearing this week. Does it get you hard, thinking how I will be showing myself off in these all week? Enjoy. Love, Connie.”

  The next day went by rather slowly, and I couldn’t wait to get home to open my second envelope. This one contained pictures of my wife in bathing suits. They were all bikinis, which she usually wore only to tan herself in our back yard, never out in public. The final picture was of her in a thong bikini, which was quite a shock to me since I had begged her for some time to get one. The note read, “Hi, honey. I hope you like my new suits. I am sure my colleagues and I will be spending some time by the pool, and I hear they have a hot tub at the hotel too. I know that cock of yours is getting hard as you look at the photos and think of all those people getting to see me this way. Go ahead, stroke it a few times for me. Love, Connie.”

  She was right. My cock was hard, and yes, I was thinking of all the guys at the pool walking by and staring at her gorgeous ass in that thong. The following day was even longer, and all I could think of was getting home to open the next envelope. When I ripped it open I found pictures of my lovely wife in various lingerie outfits, none of which I had seen before. They were all very filmy and revealing. The poses she was in were also very erotic and sexy. I quickly found the note, which said, “I hope you like looking at your sexy wife in sexy lingerie. I thought these might keep you hard for the evening, but don’t come, baby. I want you to save that for tomorrow night. I have a special surprise for you then. But remember, you can open tomorrow’s envelope in the morning. Love, Connie.”

  On Thursday morning I got up early and went straight to the envelope for that day. Inside were three pictures, a note and another envelope. The pictures were of Connie, and she was nude. All three poses were extremely sexy, showing off her tits and pussy. One showed her standing with her back to the camera, bent over at the waist with her legs spread, showing off her mound and her tits hanging down. I had my cock out and in my hand as I read the note. It said, “Good morning, honey. I hope you slept well. Do you like the pictures of me nude? Do they make you hot? Now I have some instructions for tonight. When you get home, take a shower. Light a bunch of candles in the bedroom and get into bed naked with the last envelope. Open the envelope and call me at eight o’clock, and we will have the best phone sex known to man. Love, Connie.”

  How I ever made it through the day I will never know. It seemed to be thirty hours long. I broke every speed record on the way home. Following instructions, I showered, lit a few candles and get into bed shortly before eight. When I opened the envelope there was a single sheet of paper—and yet another envelope. On the paper was written: “Happy anniversary, honey. I hope all the pictures of me have kept you company and made you good and horny for tonight. I know I am horny as hell right now. But don’t bother calling, because by eight o’clock I will have a cock in my mouth and one in my cunt. I have been suckin
g my boss’s cock for the past three months, and fucking two other guys at work. You always said it would turn you on to see me with another man. Well, you can think about it now. On this trip all I have done is lie by the pool all day and have sex all night. Happy anniversary. Love, Connie, your little cocksucker. P.S.: If you still want the phone sex, here is a number to call.” At the bottom of the page was a number for a phone sex line.

  My cock was so hard I couldn’t stand it. I wasn’t sure if this was a game or not, so I opened the last envelope. There were about ten pictures in it. All of them showed Connie having sex with men I didn’t recognize. In most of them she had a cock in her mouth. A couple showed her on her knees, taking one in her mouth and one in her cunt. One showed her holding a cock inches from her face as it spurted come into her mouth. In all of them she was obviously having a great time.

  I picked up the phone and called the phone sex number. When I was connected with a woman I told her all about Connie and the envelopes. I was on with her for an hour, but she hardly had to do any talking at all; I must have come four times, just telling her about my wife. Finally I hung up and drifted off to a restless sleep. I could hardly wait for Connie to get back and tell me all about her trip. Like I said, I am a really lucky guy to have her for a wife.—S.P., Albany, New York

  HE TAKES HIS WIFE TO A SEX CLUB AND LOSES HER TO ITS FEMALE PROPRIETOR

  My ex-wife is a lesbian. I am surely not the first man to utter those words, nor will I be the last. However, my story may be somewhat different, as I am probably responsible for Karen having discovered what she calls her true nature.

  All I wanted was what most men want—a loving wife who is a slut in bed. Our sex life was fine, but I was always looking for more. Karen was very aware of my desires, and generally not averse to complying with them, so when I suggested that we go to a local sex club, I wasn’t surprised that she agreed.

  I had heard about the place from a friend who had a penchant for these things, and who told me that the entertainment consisted of sex shows, usually featuring scenarios of domination and discipline. Although audience participation was not mandatory, the fact that it was offered held a good deal of excitement for me.

  Karen and I became part of that audience on a Saturday night in June. Sitting there in the dark, among a group of other couples, we watched spellbound as things happened in front of us that we had only read about occasionally in the pages of your magazine. The first scene depicted a slave girl being punished, and then serving her master. Then came a male slave servicing his older mistress with reckless abandon, and then a pale blonde swallowing her master’s black dick and then begging to be gang-banged by six of his friends. Although all these scenarios were being enacted by willing participants, the erotic realism of it all sent chills down my spine.

  All of this was overseen by a striking Asian woman, playing her part as ringmaster. Her scant outfit revealed her tawny beauty, and her secure, confident manner gave off an aura of power. She was called Mistress Anika, and it was not entirely lost on me that every time she took the stage, my wife’s eyes fastened on her and seldom wandered elsewhere.

  During intermission a man made his way around the club, offering an assortment of felt whips, restraints and other such articles for sale. As I went to the bar to get us some drinks, I saw Karen engaging him in conversation and inspecting some of his wares. When I returned I found that she had actually purchased an exotic-looking whip, which looked uncannily similar to the one the mysterious Mistress Anika had had strapped to her bare thigh. When I asked her about it, she said she had gotten caught up in the things we had just witnessed, and thought I might like to use it on her.

  During the second half of the show, Mistress Anika encouraged the watching couples to join in the fun. Some of them begged off, but there was no stopping Karen, who dragged me up front and began vigorously shedding her clothes. At that moment she seemed hotter and more carried away than I had ever known her to be before. Aroused by her obvious passion and by the scenarios we had previously witnessed, I willingly tore off my own clothes, and we sank to the floor together.

  I soon became aware that Mistress Anika was never very far away from us, and that my wife’s blazing brown eyes were constantly locked on her, even in the midst of her arousal. Writhing about in heat as she was, she seemed to be splayed out for this mysterious woman as much as for me.

  After filling Karen with my load, I graciously moved aside as two large black men took my place, one in her pussy, the other feeding his thick chocolate cock into her willing mouth. Shortly thereafter I was delightfully distracted by two willing women of my own. The fucking went on through most of the night. I lost track of Karen at some point, but knowing that she was in good hands, I didn’t give it too much thought. When the time came to actually leave, I had to search for my wife amid the many rooms and levels of the large club.

  I finally found her on the third floor, locked in a passionate embrace with none other than Mistress Anika. I immediately noticed the broad red stripes which stretched out across Karen’s tight ass cheeks. I could only wonder if it had been the whip she had purchased earlier, or Miss Anika’s own, that had administered those marks to her very willing body. Then, as I watched, Karen’s body spasmed strongly, and she cried out in ecstasy, in the throes of an orgasm far more intense than any she had ever had with me.

  That seems like ages ago now, since so much has changed. My wife is now my ex-wife, and very much the Sapphic princess. I’ve even heard that a commitment ceremony is being planned for Karen and Mistress Anika. Karen now works with her lover at the club, participating in the sex shows and often reveling with members of the audience, under Anika’s direction. She looks very different now; her hair is chopped short, her nipples and clit are pierced and ringed, and she has a tattoo of her lover’s name above her shaved cunt. Oddly, I don’t feel betrayed or jealous in any way, and I even return to the club occasionally to watch the entertainment—although I don’t participate myself. That would be a little too weird.

  —Name and address withheld

  SHE WAS A WOMAN WHO KNEW WHAT SHE WANTED—AND COULD PAY FOR IT

  I am a professional woman of thirty-six who is happily married, but who occasionally needs a little extracurricular adventure.

  It was my last night in Los Angeles. I’d spent a week at a seminar on torts litigation at my firm’s request—and expense—and the next morning I was flying back home with all kinds of new ideas that were going to make me a courtroom terror. But tonight I was going to enjoy myself in ways that only a city like L.A. can provide. Someone once told me that there is very little that you can say about Los Angeles, good or bad, that isn’t true. It’s certainly true that anything in the world you want is available there—for a price.

  Shortly after arriving in the city I had made a few discrete inquiries, and had found a firm that provided the sort of services I was going to enjoy that evening. I explained over the phone to a very genteel woman exactly what I was looking for, and was assured that everything I wanted could be arranged, right down to the last detail. The price was slightly outrageous, but what in L.A. isn’t? Besides, it wasn’t something I would be likely to do again soon—at least not until my next out-of-town trip.

  I had dinner with several other attorneys from the symposium at a very fashionable restaurant, again at my firm’s expense. My new friends wanted me to join them at some trendy nightspot to celebrate the end of our symposium, but I politely declined, saying that I was tired and had an early flight the next day. That last part was a lie. I knew that I was going to be tired after my planned activities, and an early flight was out of the question.

  I took a cab back to my hotel, went up to my room and started running water for a bubble bath while I opened a bottle of white wine. I wrapped a towel around my hair and soaked in the warm scented water as I sipped my Chardonnay. Anticipation thrummed through me like a low-grade fever, and I slid a hand between my legs under the water.

  The firs
t touch brought my knees above the water in reflexive response to the delicious friction of my fingers on my private parts, which proceeded to do things only I know how to do. I didn’t even try to make it last; I just rubbed myself to an earth-moving orgasm as though it were the last one I would ever have. When it was over I just sighed and soaked for a few more minutes. But time was a-wastin’, as my grandmother used to say.

  I toweled dry and went to get the things I’d bought especially for this evening. Before I’d left on this trip I’d gone to Victoria’s Secret and added a few things to my lingerie collection. I bought a black lace bra, size 36C, and a couple of pairs of matching black lace panties, along with a black garter belt and several pairs of lace-top stockings in different colors. The checkout clerk had a little knowing smirk on her face as she wrapped my purchases.

  “Yes,” I told her, “someone is going to get lucky. Me.” And we both giggled.

  Now I put on my bra, then got into the garter belt and rolled the black stockings up my legs. Then I put on the black lace panties. I’ve discovered that men like it when you still have a garter belt and stockings on after the panties have come off.

  I combed my hair and put on my makeup, then donned an off-white silk blouse and tight black slacks. The black bra could be seen through the blouse, but that was the whole idea.

  After dressing I took a bottle of Dom Perignon out of the little hotel refrigerator and put it in an ice bucket on the coffee table in the living room, with two chilled crystal champagne flutes. At that moment, as if on cue, there was a knock on the door.

  I was giddy as a high school girl on a date. My pulse was pounding, I was short of breath, and between my legs I was rampaging. I opened the door and there he was, just as specified. He was tall, about six-one, good looking, and had the build of someone who spends some time at the gym. He was wearing a tan suede sports coat, a black cashmere sweater and brown pants.