Letters to Penthouse XXV

by Penthouse International

  I didn’t know what to say. As she let Ray out, she said, “Best get used to it, darling.”

  Tina and Ray talked briefly and kissed, and I saw her feel his crotch area again. Then she came around to my side of the car and, with a contented smile, said, “Let’s go back in, and baby, don’t you buy me another cocktail!” As she turned away, she said, “Better wipe all that dried come off your mouth before you come in!” She walked away laughing.

  I tried to regroup. I got cleaned up and joined Tina at the bar. She was sitting there smoking, and some guy was trying to pick her up already. Fortunately, she said, “Here’s my husband,” and he moved off. We had a drink, said little and left.

  On the drive home, her first words were, “You know I want more of that, don’t you?”

  “Wasn’t that enough?”

  “Enough?” she said. “That was just the beginning, darling. Ray’s cock is so thick, I can’t wait to have it between my legs fucking me to wild orgasms. It’s the thickest I’ve ever seen, and you know, in my younger days, I saw lots of cock. Now I want you to call him—here’s his number—and set up a date for me to go out with him.”

  I said, “What?”

  “You heard me. You’ll do whatever you need to keep me satisfied—if you want to keep me as your wife.”

  I drove and said nothing.

  “Next time, I want Ray to fuck me in a nice hotel, not a cramped car. And while he’s having me, I want your tongue to lick around my pussy. Perhaps it will touch his cock. Maybe you could lick my ass too.”

  I had no advance warning of this dramatic change in my wife. I wondered whether she had been seeing Ray for months and in fact set up this “chance” meeting. At any rate, I have a decision to make. Depending on which way I go, you may be getting more wild stories in the near future.—L.H., Mussel Shoals, Alabama

  SHE HAD HER OWN SPECIAL ANNIVERSARY CELEBRATION, AND HE GOT TO SEE IT ALL

  A couple of years ago I had to attend a two-day conference in New Orleans. It was around the time of our twentieth anniversary, so my wife and I decided to make a mini-vacation out of it. We would leave on a Wednesday morning and return the following Monday.

  Valerie is very attractive, but over the years and three children has lost some of her youthful curves. She’s about 38-29-38 now, with the most beautiful, soft, shapely legs on earth.

  Myself along with many friends still find her very easy to look at. I’m being honest when I say that Valerie has been with only two men in her forty-two years, one being me. I’m a year younger—fit, average in the penis-size department—and I enjoy a good but not great sex life with my wife.

  We arrived at our well-known Latin Quarter hotel just after noon and went upstairs to our room, which was top-shelf (paid by my employer): three rooms with a king-size bed and Jacuzzi. After settling in, we wanted to go out for a bite, but it was raining heavily, so we decided to try the hotel pub.

  When we went in, the lunch crowd was gone. There were only two other tables occupied, and within fifteen minutes they were empty too. We chose a table right in front of the bar. The waitress took an order and told us that the bartender would be taking over, as she was at the end of her shift.

  Soon the bartender came over with our order and introduced himself as Justin. He made some small talk and left us to our meal. While we ate, he carried on some small talk from behind the bar. I excused myself to hit the men’s room. When I returned, Valerie had changed seats and was now sitting where Justin had an unobstructed view of her.

  I must admit she was looking good that afternoon, and she seemed to be enjoying herself more than usual. We talked with Justin for about another hour and a half without interruption, as only one other patron came in the pub. Without question Valerie enjoyed this time. I don’t think she took her eyes off Justin the entire time.

  We finally said good-bye and headed to our room for a nap, which we both needed after the long flight. We got to the room and for the next hour enjoyed the most intense sex we’d had in years. Valerie admitted she was fantasizing about Justin all the while we fucked.

  We’ve talked occasionally about having a threesome or sex with another couple or the like, but have never tried it. We talked a little about what Valerie thought now, but she still wasn’t sure.

  My conference began with a dinner meeting on Thursday; then there were events all day Friday. Thursday afternoon I went down to the bar and discovered that Justin wasn’t working there again till Saturday but that he also worked in the hotel’s fitness center, which was where he was now.

  My devilish mind was already in motion. I went back upstairs and told Valerie I was going to ride over to the location of that night’s dinner, to make sure I knew how to get there, which was bullshit. I suggested that she might want to work out, which she normally does on a regular basis.

  I left and returned a couple of hours later. When I opened the door to the suite, I heard Valerie moaning loudly from the bedroom.

  I walked in—there was no door, just an opening perhaps twelve or fourteen feet wide—and found Valerie slamming her “never leave home without it” eight-inch vibrating pink dildo in and out of her pussy. When she saw me, she didn’t miss a beat, continuing until she had a grinding orgasm. The bedspread was soaked.

  After she caught her breath, she said she’d gone down to the fitness center, and guess who she found working there—Justin! They worked out together for forty-five minutes, and she somehow caught a glimpse of his thirty-four-year-old body in the buff when he came out of the shower. (She didn’t explain exactly how this happened.)

  I questioned her playfully for a while, and she admitted she wanted Justin bad! I got unbelievably aroused watching her squirm on the bed, and she stuttered the whole time—I’m sure from being nervous and excited. We made love for two hours, and it was the best sex we ever had together. She even ordered a XXX adult movie on the room’s super-wide screen TV. She had never done that before.

  I had to leave for my dinner, so I showered and got dressed. Just before heading out, I told Valerie she had my blessing to follow her desires to whatever level she desired. She kissed me deeply and said that she loved me and no one would ever replace me.

  The entire dinner and meeting that followed that night was a blur. All I could think about was my wife and her hot stud. I arrived back at the room around half past ten and found Valerie watching another XXX movie, dressed to kill. She modeled some new clothes she had purchased that evening. First there was a tight-fitting workout suit that left all of her knockout legs exposed and didn’t hide very much of her 38Ds. Then there was a beautiful yellow sundress, and a naughty, nasty red negligee.

  We finished watching the movie and discussed Val’s plans for the following day. I couldn’t sleep that night thinking about her plan. I must’ve been nuts to imagine I could attend my meetings all that day. I quickly devised a new plan.

  In the morning we both showered, and I got ready for my “meetings” while Valerie slipped into her new exercise suit. She looked awesome. She didn’t seem the least bit nervous when she kissed me and reassured me again before she headed for the fitness center.

  About ten minutes later, I left the room. I stopped by the fitness center to say good-bye and good luck. When I got there, Justin was holding her ankles while she gave him a leisurely view of her big breasts. I didn’t open the door. I just knocked on the glass and blew a kiss.

  The morning meeting would have to take place without me. I flew back up to the room and reviewed my plan. About twenty minutes went by, and I heard a key card slip in the lock. I was hidden behind a love seat in the living room, with a clear view of the Jacuzzi, the bedroom and everyplace in the suite other than the bathroom and anything that might occur on the love seat.

  I was somewhat shocked to see that it was Justin at the door, and he was by himself. He immediately undressed and slipped in the Jacuzzi. He swallowed a couple of breath mints and pulled a handful of condoms from a small gym bag he had next to him. H
e didn’t appear nervous at all.

  He made a couple of calls on his cell phone. The first was to a female, which I assumed from the conversation was his girlfriend or wife. He didn’t say anything about where he was.

  The second call got me a bit nervous, as this was to a friend of his named François, and this time he did say where he was, telling François if he got this message in time, he should come up ASAP; the key card would be under the mat outside the room—and he gave him our room number!

  I almost stopped the whole thing then and there, but I decided to let it play out, figuring I could bust up the party if things got out of hand. I couldn’t believe how much I was shaking, though. Thank God there was music playing in the room.

  About forty minutes later I heard a knock on the door, and Justin said loudly, “Come in.” He must have left the door slightly ajar, as Valerie came right in. She had the yellow sundress on, and she was stunning!

  Justin had climbed out of the Jacuzzi, and they met in a deep embrace—not ten feet from me. They kissed for what felt like five minutes while exploring each other’s body. Valerie was getting some kind of worked up. Not waiting for Justin, she stepped back and hiked the sundress over her head in one quick motion. She kicked off her thongs and headed over to the Jacuzzi in just bikini panties.

  Justin followed. Valerie slipped in the Jacuzzi and turned to face him. She slid his gym shorts to the floor and said for him to sit on the edge of the Jacuzzi.

  The next thing she said shocked me: “Just like I remember leaving it yesterday, edible and erect.” And she took his cock in her mouth! In the next twenty minutes she brought him to two ejaculations. I didn’t have the greatest view, but I know she didn’t come up for air the second time around. (She never swallows me.) She grabbed the condoms he had left lying there and said, “We won’t be needing these,” and threw them across the room. Two of them landed maybe two feet from where I was.

  They stood in the Jacuzzi soaping each other from neck to toe while plunging their tongues down each other’s throat. The bedroom was next, but not before Val ordered another XXX movie. Unfortunately, I couldn’t see it, but I could hear it.

  I saw them both fall on the bed. In no time, he was pounding away at her moist love tunnel doggie-style. His cock was no bigger than mine, but his staying power was incredible. She was moaning, and I thought I heard her sobbing as she bucked to meet his thrusts.

  It was twenty minutes of slam-bang fucking before he emptied another load in her. She rolled onto her back, and he spent the next half-hour tending to her huge, sweaty tits while kissing what I could see was every inch of her glistening body. She sucked his cock again, and he explored her anus with something he had removed from his gym bag. She was enjoying herself like I’ve never seen.

  I heard Valerie tell Justin to fuck her hard. He must have been having a problem getting it up again, because then she was insisting that she needed a hard cock. She reached under the pillow for her favorite toy and slipped it in her wet hole.

  Justin got up and went in the bathroom—call of nature, I assumed. On his way out, he had his cell phone on the dresser in the living room. He entered the bedroom still limp, from what I observed, and said to Valerie, “You still want a big hard dick?”

  All I could hear was “um” between her moans as she shoved the full eight inches of her vibrator in and out of her cunt. I had a feeling I knew what was coming next, though, and decided to let the show go on.

  This guy François must have been somewhere in the hotel, because the next thing I knew, our room door opened. I caught a glimpse of him as he hurried in the bedroom. He was probably in his late twenties, dark tan, with a solid, fit body.

  Justin was standing at the foot of the bed masturbating, trying to resurrect his semi-limp, already-well-used organ, while Valerie matched his strokes with her beloved toy.

  As François walked in, Justin said to Valerie, “Still want that big hard dick?”

  She didn’t answer. Noticing François, she stopped what she was doing and jumped up on her knees in the center of the bed. She must have met François before, as she said calmly, “Who’s minding the store?” (Ah! François must manage the fitness center!)

  Justin then repeated the question, “Do you still want that huge hard Cajun cock?”

  Valerie never answered. In about ten seconds François was completely nude, and the next thing I heard was her saying, “Wow!”

  I couldn’t see the object itself, but Val’s comments told the story. I can repeat them word for word—I don’t think I’ll ever forget them:

  “It will never fit.”

  “I can’t even get my hand around it.”

  “It’s so fucking huge.”

  I really flipped when Justin turned François to face him, got down on his knees and wrapped his hand around François’s very large dick, which I could see now. He pulled some lube from his gym bag and stroked François’s cock with it. I could only chuckle at the look on Valerie’s face, which looked like a combination of amazement and terror as she knelt there watching François grow.

  After a few minutes, Justin slid the enormous head of François’s cock in his mouth. He slurped on it for a few minutes, then said to Valerie, “See, it ain’t so big.”

  Bullshit! It was huge! And the head seemed twice the width of the shaft.

  Valerie sat on the edge of the bed and put her hand on it, then stroked slowly up and down the shaft with that same look still on her face. Now François was fondling Justin’s cock, which was coming back to life.

  Then it got real crazy. It looked like Valerie was licking François’s cock while Justin muff-dived between her legs. She had a hand on the back of Justin’s head, pulling him into her, while her other hand massaged François’s balls. Justin was jerking himself off. This fucking crazy François had Valerie’s pussy-juice-covered dildo down his throat while he pulled Valerie’s head down onto him.

  This went on all morning. Thank God the TV was on as loud as it was, or they would have definitely heard me slapping my dick.

  Valerie did end up with François inside her, although no way completely. Justin fucked her anally (only her second time). François had tried to fuck Justin up the ass, but Justin’s screams were so loud, they had to stop. Valerie wound up having each of her three holes filled twice before noon, using her favorite toy to fill the third.

  When François let go for the first time after Justin and Valerie licked and sucked him to a frenzy, it was like a hose. There was come everywhere. I actually heard it hit the vertical blinds.

  It was ten after one before François and Justin left Valerie standing naked at the door. She went immediately to the Jacuzzi, got in and lay there with her eyes closed.

  About twenty minutes later, a knock on the door brought a pair of housekeepers into the room. Val didn’t move, and neither did I. They cleaned the bedroom and bathroom completely (except the blinds, that is). When one of the maids started vacuuming the carpet in the living room, I knew I was fucked. She couldn’t help but see me. Yet she didn’t say a word!

  Valerie went in the bedroom and fell asleep in her new red nightie. I was finally able to get up—slowly—and get out. I spent the next couple of hours in a local bar going over what I had just witnessed.

  When I got back to the room, Valerie was still sleeping. When she woke up, she told me everything, and I mean everything. We enjoyed another night of XXX movies and great sex.

  Valerie didn’t work out again, and we didn’t see either Justin or François until Monday morning. I continued playing the part of the unsuspecting husband until, on the flight home, Valerie fessed up that the housekeeper who spotted me told Justin, who promptly called up to the room and told her I was there.

  She was curious as to how I’d enjoyed watching her do the things she did. I admitted to a mix of many emotions, but said I very much enjoyed seeing her do what she wanted so much to do.

  Best of all, it has led to a sexual relationship between us that I would
n’t trade for anything. We haven’t done anything like that since then, but Valerie wants very much to return the favor. Only when the chemistry is right, though—and she wants to be there as well!

  One question I still have is if Valerie would have “told all” if she didn’t know I was there. I’ve never asked.

  —L.N., Mason City, Iowa

  AFTER HELPING OUT A PISSED FRIEND, HE REALLY HELPS HIS FRIEND’S PISSED-OFF WIFE

  I work eight-hour shifts in a power plant. I’m in operations, my friend Mitch in maintenance. We’re both about thirty, but I’m single, while he’s married, no kids. When we both work the evening shift (three to eleven), we usually hook up once or twice to have a drink. Mitch drinks 24/7. I like my beer, but I can’t keep up.

  One night I had overtime till three in the morning. On the way home, I saw Mitch’s truck on the side of the road with the lights on. I pulled over and found him passed out on the seat with the motor running. I shut it off, turned the lights off and took the keys, then put him in my truck and drove him home.

  When I rang his doorbell about five minutes later, his wife came to the door in a thin nightgown. She asked what I wanted, saying Mitch wasn’t home. I said I knew and told how I found him on the side of the road.

  “Yeah, right,” Callie said.

  I carried him in, and she said to drop his drunken ass on the couch. I did, and as I handed her the keys, I said again I wasn’t with him. But I was too tired to worry about making her believe me. I just wanted to get home.

  I had just got out of the shower when I heard the doorbell. I wrapped a towel around me and went to the door. It was Callie. She said she was sorry, she was tired of Mitch’s shit and wanted to know where the truck was. I got dressed and took her there, and we brought the truck back to my house.

  Now it was half past three. I was ready for bed, but Callie asked to come in. As soon as we were on the couch, she began to cry, saying how unhappy she was. It seems Mitch hadn’t touched her in months. She was horny as a billy goat.