Letters to Penthouse XXV

by Penthouse International

  Our husbands both work odd hours, but at least we all have the weekends off. We all enjoy camping, so last summer we made plans to spend a weekend at a campground about an hour’s drive away.

  While Leslie and I worked Friday, the men packed up and set off for the campground; Leslie and I would leave straight from work and meet them there. We loved the idea of having everything set up when we arrived and planned on thanking them that night.

  On the drive to the campground, Leslie and I enjoyed a couple of beers while we talked about work, plans for the weekend and of course sex. We discussed how to thank our men for doing all of the work, such as loading the gear, packing the food and then setting up.

  It was then that Leslie shared a conversation she said she’d had with John just a few days ago. They agreed that they would swap with Hank and me if we wanted! She said that, especially while they had sex, they often imagined having sex with us.

  I was speechless—because Hank and I had often shared the exact same idea about John and Leslie! My heart rate jumped and my pussy moistened over the thought of it actually happening. Images of Hank fucking Leslie while I sucked John flashed in my mind.

  I wondered why it took so long to expose our feelings, and thought how much sense it made, as we knew we were attracted to each other’s spouses. Leslie told me that John has said many times how good I looked with my shapely ass and 34C tits. He is apparently an authority on my bra size, as perhaps he should be, considering all the times I’ve found him staring at my tits.

  I repeated to Leslie what Hank has said about her body, how he would love to suck on her tits and feel the curves of her ass. He has always been an ass connoisseur, and hers, which most would call a bubble butt, caught his attention a long time ago. I imagined Leslie sucking on Hank’s cock while he ran his fingers through her short dark hair.

  “You know, Sally,” Leslie said, “you’re the only woman I could share my man with.”

  “Same here,” I said. “I’m more than okay with you being with Hank. We know it’s just sex. Hank and I are so much like John and you. I can’t wait till Hank tells me about having sex with you.”

  “Ohmygod, Sally,” Leslie said, “this’ll be great, and the men will love it. The thought makes me really horny!”

  “We need to change the subject,” I said, “or neither of us will make it till bedtime!”

  Upon arrival, we found the campsite in order, with a fire going. We prefer this campground because it’s heavily wooded and the sites are spaced apart for privacy. The perfect setting for our weekend!

  We had supper and drinks by the fire. Leslie and I cooked the meal and then picked up afterward, playing up the fact that the guys would be rewarded for setting up the campsite, suggesting seductively that their real reward would come later.

  Since Leslie and I had come straight from work, we planned on freshening up with a hot shower. We teased the men that their reward would be greatly enhanced if they showered too. They took the hint and headed off to the showers. Leslie and I were a few minutes behind them. First we had to open our travel bags and sort out what we needed for our showers. Hank and John, being typical guys, were done way before we were.

  “Don’t wait up for us,” Leslie told them through the screened window of the bathhouse. “We’ll be along in a few minutes.”

  “Okay,” John said, “we’re going to call it a night.”

  I undressed and let the hot water cascade over my body. I soaped up and with one hand worked the washcloth over my body while with the other I caressed my nipples, then my pussy. I fantasized John showering with me, touching me where I was touching myself.

  Leslie brought me back to reality, asking, “How close are you to being done?”

  “Two minutes and I’ll be ready to towel off,” I said.

  We got out of the showers, dried off and readied ourselves for bed. It was pitch-dark but for the lights of the bathhouse and a few campfires. We walked back to the campsite till we were about thirty feet from the tents. Leslie and I hugged each other and said good night. I walked over to the tent John was sleeping in.

  My heart was racing. I turned around and through the trees saw Leslie unzipping the door to the tent where my husband was waiting for me. Then she stepped inside, the flashlight went out, and I heard the door being zipped shut.

  Slowly, I unzipped the door to Leslie and John’s tent and entered. I set my towel and bath items down and shut off the flashlight. I knelt down and crawled slowly to where John was lying with his back to me. He rolled onto his back as I approached him.

  “I’ve been waiting for you, honey,” he whispered.

  I lifted up the covers and slid down onto the soft blanket-covered air mattress. I placed my hand on his bare chest, feeling the warmth of his skin. He smelled fresh, with just a hint of cologne. Leslie told me he likes to wear it before sex, and I loved the smell. I lay there next to him, my heart racing, not knowing what to do next.

  “Did you borrow Sally’s perfume?” John whispered. “You smell really good.”

  “Glad you like it,” I said.

  “Sally!” John exclaimed. “What are you doing here? Where’s Leslie?”

  “You don’t mind, do you?” I said, sliding my hand toward his cock. “Besides, if I’m here, where do you think she might be?”

  “Whose idea is this?” he said. “Does Hank know you’re here?”

  “He’s finding out as we speak,” I said. “Leslie told me about a certain couple you would swap with if the opportunity presented itself. Your wait is over. We have all night.” I slid my hand farther down till my fingers contacted his cock.

  “Ohmygod, Sally, I can’t believe this!” John said in a hoarse voice. “I have . . . we have waited so long for this.”

  I wrapped my fingers around his cock, feeling it swell quickly. I stroked it as he kissed me deeply. He pulled away and lifted my top off with one smooth motion. His hand found one of my tits, and his mouth found the other. I lay back down on the mattress while he continued to massage my tits and suck on my nipples. His hot mouth and tongue sucking, licking and kissing my nipples made me moan and squirm.

  His other hand found my pajama-bottom waistband. He slid my pj’s down to my knees, and I kicked them off. He found my pussy and slid his fingers gently into the wet folds of skin. I opened my legs, allowing him full access. He slid his fingers through the wetness, circling my clit, then slowly inserted a finger in my cunt. He withdrew it slowly, then reinserted it, then withdrew it again and gently rubbed the soaked lips of my cunt.

  He continued this skillful manipulation, producing incredible sensations in my cunt, till I came. I moaned and my body tensed as the waves passed over me. I recovered after a few minutes passed, thinking of how good this was.

  Then I thought about what Hank might be doing with Leslie and at once became aroused again. I pushed gently against John’s chest and said, “It’s my turn to make you feel good.”

  “I like that idea,” he said.

  “There’s something I’ve been wanting to do for some time,” I whispered suggestively. I pushed away the blankets and took his cock in my mouth. He moaned as I sucked him and caressed his balls with one hand while with the other I grasped an ass cheek. I sucked him hard, then soft, then licked his cockhead and shaft.

  With his cock deep in my mouth, I explored the contours of the shaft with my tongue. I felt his fingers on my pussy. Then one finger was being inserted slowly, while his thumb massaged my clit lightly. With my lips planted around his shaft, I sucked him, my head bobbing up and down, keeping at it until I sensed he was about to come.

  Gingerly, I took his heavy balls in my mouth and with my tongue investigated his taste and texture. Then I rubbed the base of his balls lightly with my finger. With his balls still in my mouth, my tongue flicked the spot just underneath. With the spot lubricated with my saliva, my finger slid easily in a slow circular motion. I continued rubbing this sweet spot while my tongue licked and caressed his balls.
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br />   “I want to taste you,” John whispered as he gripped my hips and maneuvered my pussy to his mouth. With his hands cupping my ass, I felt his tongue probe deep into my folds, exploring my pussy, clit and love hole. He kissed and sucked on my clit, moving his tongue rapidly over and around it. I came again very quickly, clutched by a spasm that gripped what felt like every muscle in my body.

  I lay there, still on John in our 69 position, savoring the sensations as my orgasm subsided. He kissed my pussy gently while fondling my ass cheeks. I took his cock in my mouth and began sucking it with long, slow strokes, hesitating at the head. I twisted my head a bit, then continued my up-and-down movement on his shaft, taking it all in. I sucked him hard, then went back to lightly rubbing the base of his balls.

  I pressed my tongue against the underside of his cock as my lips gripped the shaft tightly. I wanted him to come, and felt his balls pull up and his body tense. Suddenly a huge gush of warm, syrupy fluid filled my mouth. I swallowed John’s come in gulps as his cock continued to spew in my mouth. It tasted great! With my hand I milked out the last of his come from his cock as I continued to suck.

  “Ohmygod,” John said. “Ohmygod.” He lay there lifeless as I moved off him, out of our 69 position. “Goddamn, that felt good,” he said, moaning lightly.

  “I’m not done with you yet,” I said as I straddled his torso and guided his still-hard cock in my cunt. His cock so filled me up that it took my breath away. My cunt was soaking wet, and his cock slid in with ease. He grabbed my ass as I thrust against his cock. I put my hands on his chest and worked my hips while I pumped his shaft. Quickly but carefully, I raised and lowered my pussy to take his full length in my cunt.

  I felt another orgasm building, which made me pump faster and harder. I came with a fury of quick spasms that washed over my whole body. The orgasm left me light-headed and motionless. I lay down on John’s chest and rested a moment. I felt his heart beating fast.

  “I want you to come in my pussy,” I said.

  “I’d love to, Sally,” he said. With that, he rolled me onto my back, then positioned himself between my legs and entered me. He kissed my mouth, which now had the taste of his come in it. His lips tasted of my pussy, and the mixture tasted erotic. Juices ran from my pussy as he pumped his cock in and out.

  I clenched my pussy muscles around his cock and gripped his tight ass as he continued to pump. His thrusts became shorter and quicker until he stopped, then groaned deeply. His cock throbbed as it filled my cunt with come. He slowed to a stop and lay gently on top of me while he caught his breath. He kissed my neck and mouth lightly.

  “That was so good,” he said. “So good. Thank you.”

  “Oh, I thank you, John,” I said. “This is the start of something great.”

  “Yeah, it is,” he said.

  John withdrew his cock and lay down next to me, snuggling close, with one hand cupping my breast. “Hmm, I wonder how they’re doing,” he said.

  “I can’t wait to hear all the details,” I said.

  “Me too, Sally,” he said. “And you know they will too!”—S.I., Milwaukee, Wisconsin

  HIS WIFE TURNED INTO A DIFFERENT WOMAN, AND HE NEVER SAW IT COMING

  My wife said that I should write this letter, because she is so sure other readers will get turned on by a recent sexual experience that, as you will see, has changed lives forever.

  I’ve always been proud of Tina’s looks and encouraged her to wear sexy low-cut tops and tight jeans or short skirts, which of course get a lot of stares from horny men. It excites me that they find her 36D tits on her five-two frame so desirable.

  This day we decided to go to a nearby town to enjoy a four o’clock happy hour there instead of seeing the same old faces and hearing the same stories from the locals in our area. Tina had on obscenely tight jeans and a silver tank top that showcased her big boobs. Her nipples were poking out of the thin fabric. She wore a lot of eye makeup and lipstick. She looked hot as hell.

  We had a few drinks at this bar where we didn’t know a soul, which was great, as I wanted to spend time with her alone. We were sitting out on a deck overlooking the bay enjoying our third drink when a guy came out and said hello and made small talk about how beautiful the scenery was. I didn’t know if he meant the boats on the water or my wife’s tits. (Perhaps both!)

  Ray was a professional man who lived a few towns over in the other direction from us and had a lot of similar interests, so we invited him to join us. He was six-three, two hundred pounds, with blond hair and was very articulate. Tina seemed to enjoy his company.

  We finished our drinks, and I went to buy the next round. I don’t know why, but I glanced back out on the deck. Ray had moved his chair closer to Tina’s, and was talking to her almost secretly. Her hand was on his leg, and while it wasn’t near his crotch, it seemed a bit inappropriate. She’d known him all of twenty minutes!

  For some reason I decided to delay returning with the drinks. I took another peek. She was laughing and obviously flirting with the good-looking stranger. She never acts this way!

  As I approached with the drinks, they sort of moved back away from each other. Shortly thereafter, Tina suggested we go to another lounge, with a famous view of the sunset over the bay.

  “Good idea,” I said, anticipating a nice romantic interlude with her. But she also invited Ray. So we all piled in my Mustang, with Ray fitting his big frame into the back seat for the short ride. While trying to watch the road, I saw that Tina was turned around in her seat. She had her left hand on Ray’s leg again and was subtly rubbing his thigh as they talked, trying to hide her cock-teasing from me.

  We arrived, got a drink and headed for the long walkway down to the beach, and were rewarded with a breathtaking view of the orange sun just starting to disappear. I was standing in front, and Tina placed herself close behind me, with Ray behind her. As we watched the beautiful sight I almost forgot Ray was there, as there was little talking. Occasionally I made a comment, and Tina responded.

  After a few minutes I turned around to say something to her and got the shock of my life. My sexy wife had her head tilted back, locked in a hot kiss, shoving her tongue deep in Ray’s mouth! His right hand was under her tank top feeling up her big tits—with me standing just inches away! And my naughty wife’s right hand was massaging his cock through his pants!

  Thank goodness this was off-season, with few tourists around. I was stunned by my wife’s sluttiness—mad, upset, but also aroused.

  When they finally stopped kissing, Tina looked at me, her eyes a little glassy from being buzzed and turned on, her lipstick smeared. I saw some of it around Ray’s lips. My cock hardened.

  Tina smiled at me and said guiltily, “I like him.” She turned back to Ray and kissed him hotly, grinding her torso into him to feel his hard cock again. She turned back to me, smiled and said, “Just watch the rest of the sunset, honey. Ray won’t hurt me.” They chuckled.

  I felt embarrassed that this guy had picked up my wife right in front of me, and she not only allowed it, she wanted it. As I turned away, Ray was putting both arms around Tina and pulling her against him, kissing her neck. She closed her eyes, and I saw her move her ass against his big cock and encourage him to dry-fuck her. Magnificent as the view was, I could not concentrate on it amid the moaning and whispering going on behind me.

  Then I heard Tina say, “Ohmygosh, it’s huge.” I could only take so much. I turned, and although it was getting dark, I saw that she had Ray’s cock out and was playing with it. It was huge—really long and thick.

  “Tina, there are people around,” I said. “Come on, let’s give Ray a ride back to his car. It’s getting late.” I put my arm around her and “reclaimed” her as Ray put his cock back in his pants.

  Tina pouted and said, “You’re spoiling all our fun.”

  “You’re my wife,” I said.

  “It was just some innocent fun,” she retorted.

  Ray squeezed himself back in the back seat of the
Mustang. I knew my horny wife wanted to join him, but there wasn’t room! She got in the passenger seat, and I drove quickly so nothing else would happen and she wouldn’t have much time to get more naughty ideas.

  It was almost dark when I pulled up beside Ray’s car, turned off the motor and waited for Tina to let Ray out. Instead she said, “Don’t be mad, honey, but I have to.”

  She moved halfway into the back seat and kissed Ray wantonly, shoving her tongue in his mouth. Her hand went straight to his cock and she fumbled with his zipper. She pulled back and snapped, “Get those pants down. I want to see that big cock again.”

  While Ray was removing his pants and jockeys with almost indecent haste, Tina took two menthol mints from a container in the console and put them in her mouth. I knew from experience that those powerful mints cause unbelievable sensations in a cock during a blowjob.

  My sexpot wife went down on Ray’s thick shaft, licking and sucking and giving him her mouth and tongue like a slut. She was slurping away noisily, and he was in ecstasy as the mints and Tina’s expertise drove him crazy!

  I pulled my cock out and jerked off to the sounds from the back. Then Tina said, “Shoot your hot come in my mouth. I want to taste what this big cock can produce.” Ray filled her mouth with a load. They had me so crazy, I shot my load.

  Tina, unable to swallow all of Ray’s come, gurgled at me, “Share, honey,” and gave me a sloppy wet kiss in which she transferred gobs of Ray’s jizz to my unsuspecting mouth! I’d never tasted semen before.

  To compound matters, Tina went back to Ray’s cock and licked it clean of every drop of come, then returned to me and kissed me again, transferring the last of his come to my tongue. She loved the whole thing. At the time I was too shocked to think anything. I couldn’t believe what was happening.

  “I’ve always wanted to do that,” Tina said while she applied more lipstick. “My sweet husband, how do you like the taste of hot come?”