Daisy and Clara enjoyed bringing themselves off in front of each other, competing to see who could reach the most climaxes. And both of the ladies seemed to really get off watching me masturbate. Clara learned to swallow my semen with a smile, though she never did learn to deep-throat me the way Daisy could.
Both of the ladies loved strapping on the strap-on dildo and fucking each other long and hard. And I discovered over and over again that having your cock sucked by two women simultaneously is every bit as good as it sounds.
We caught all of this on videotape, along with a fairly complete reenactment of our first night's activities. We have all gotten a lot of pleasure from those tapes and from others we've made since, when the three of us were together again.
Clara and I have gone back to vacation at Daisy's several times, and she visits us as often as she can. She hasn't found another guy to get serious about, and I think the three of us are all deeply in love with one another. Clara and I have even invited Daisy to come live with us in a sort of threeway marriage, and she is looking into transferring back to this area. It would be a dream come true for all of us.
For Clara and me this experience was like a breath of spring air, totally revitalizing our tired lovemaking. We feel rejuvenated, more deeply in love than ever and more appreciative of the importance of a full, satisfying sex life.—R.L., Kansas City, Missouri
A DAY AT THE LAKE LEADS TO A MAGICAL NIGHT OF SEX FOR THIS EROTIC THREESOME
My husband and I have always been eager to help each other enjoy life to the fullest. A few months ago I became aware of a woman working in his office that George admired. I became friendly with Audrey. We shopped together and did other things as well.
One weekend George and I decided to go to the lake for the day. On an impulse, I suggested we invite Audrey, and he was all for it. I called, and she said she thought it'd be great. I said we'd pick her up in an hour. I threw a few things in a beach bag, including the new bikini I had just bought, while George did what he called “the important stuff,” like icing a case of beer.
Not being much of a beer drinker, I slipped a couple of bottles of wine in with the picnic lunch I threw together, and we hopped in our truck. When we got to Audrey's, she had on cutoff jeans and a halter top that really showed off her body. She too had a beach bag in her hand. She piled in the truck, and we were on our way. We were just going to the lake, but I had never seen her so excited—like a kid in a candy store.
As usual we parked in an out-of-the-way area and had the place to ourselves. Audrey couldn't wait to get into her swimsuit so she could get some sun. George got a cold beer and walked to the lake while Audrey and I slipped into our suits. She was in no way shy, stripping nude with me looking on. At the first sight of her naked body, I knew my husband would go nuts over her.
There was quite a contrast between us. She is a bit taller and blond, while my long hair is dark brown. Our breasts are about the same size, but her nipples are a lot smaller. I knew as I stepped out of my clothes she would be checking me out too. Once we were in our brief swimsuits, I wasn't sure whose was more daring, but I knew George would love them both. I saw Audrey had not shaved—a few blond hairs peeked out from her suit bottom.
We moved our chairs in the sun, and I broke out a bottle of wine. We had no glasses, so we just passed the bottle back and forth. When George came back, I thought his eyes would pop out of his head, devouring Audrey from head to toe. His cock grew instantly in his shorts. Audrey acted as if she didn't notice, but I knew better.
Over the next couple of hours Audrey and my husband flirted whenever they thought I wasn't watching. She gave him numerous opportunities to look down her bra and made a habit of adjusting her bikini bottom to give him a better look. Poor George was plagued with a hard-on most of the day. I knew I was in for a good fucking that night—and if Audrey played her cards right, she was too!
As the day ended, we girls slipped behind the truck to change back to our clothes. We weren't drunk at all, just pleasantly relaxed. As Audrey peeled out of her suit, I saw George watching us in the truck's rearview mirror. He had a clear view of Audrey, and I was sure he was enjoying it.
Once we finally headed back to town, Audrey and I decided we wanted more wine. I talked George into stopping at a country store in the middle of nowhere. Not that I really needed the wine, but it would give me an opportunity to see how far Audrey might go.
Since ours was the only car in the parking lot, when George went inside for the wine, I suggested to Audrey that we bare our breasts before he returned. She giggled and pulled her top up to reveal her firm tits, and I did the same.
When my unsuspecting husband came strolling out of the store with two bottles under his arm, the look on his face as he walked back was worth the risk we had taken.
He opened the truck door, which turned on the dome light and gave him a better look at us. I think at that time he was more interested in Audrey's breasts than mine, but that was fine with me. The thought of him making love to Audrey was turning me on as well.
Audrey and I passed a bottle of wine between us on the way to her place. I think we both knew what was about to happen. I guess the only one who didn't was my husband.
When we arrived at Audrey's, she insisted we come in for a while, and George was out of the truck in a second. We followed her inside, and she said to make ourselves at home.
While George poured us more wine, Audrey and I scooted to the bathroom. No words were exchanged about what was going on, but Audrey knew that whatever happened was okay with me. When we came out, George gave us each a glass of wine, then took his turn in the bathroom.
When he came out, he got another shock. We had both removed our tops again and were sitting on the floor. He sat down in front of us and studied first Audrey's breasts, then mine. He asked Audrey softly if he could play with her breasts. They both looked at me, and I nodded.
“Yes!” Audrey whispered.
George reached out and took one of Audrey's breasts in each hand. She shuddered as he touched them. In seconds he had her on her back and was sucking at them, first one, then the other. While he did that, his hand went to the front of her jeans. In a flash he was slipping them off her, and she was helping him.
Although George and I had done some swinging, neither of us had ever watched the other make love to someone else. Time seemed to stop as I watched my husband gently make love to this woman as he had done to me so many times.
He kissed and caressed Audrey's body, moving from her breasts to her pussy, and with great care took her to the heights of desire. She looked at me, but her eyes were glassed over and her gaze went through me as if I wasn't there.
I slid up next to George, and as I helped him out of his clothes, I whispered, “She's ready. Take her.”
He moved up on her and fed his cock slowly in her hungry pussy. It was like watching a slow-motion movie as he moved slowly and steadily in and out of her. I watched in awe as my friend accepted the pleasure my husband was giving her. It seemed to go on forever. Then the spell was broken. Audrey began to thrash about wildly, and George went stiff and gave a loud grunt as he filled her with his hot seed. They collapsed in each other's arms, covered with sweat.
I had glasses of wine ready for them as they recovered and sat up. As Audrey sipped from hers, she looked at my shorts. There was a huge wet spot at the crotch. Before I could say anything, the two of them slid over to me, laid me down gently on the carpet and began unzipping my shorts. I lifted my hips so Audrey could slide them off. George covered my pussy with his mouth while she played with his cock.
I had an orgasm before my husband even entered me. As his cock slid in my slippery hole, I looked over at my friend. She was sitting cross-legged, a soft smile on her face, watching me being fucked as I had watched her a short time earlier. She had taken George's first load, so his second was a long time coming. I guess I got the best of the deal—one of the best fucks I had ever had. When he finally emptied his seed in me, I
got a jolt such as I have seldom felt, either before or since.
Afterward, we all cleaned up without saying much about what had happened. But when George and I got home, we just tore each other's clothes off and made love most of the night.
Audrey and I have remained friends, and she and George still work together, but we have never repeated our wonderful night. I think we are all afraid that it just wouldn't be the same.—B.D., Mason City, Iowa
HE AGREED TO SATISFY HIS FRIEND'S WIFE, AND ENDED UP DOING HER HUSBAND TOO
I think I knew I was bisexual before I knew what the word means. My childhood was normal and ordinary, but when I reached puberty, I realized I could be turned on by boys as well as girls. My wet dreams and fantasies included both sexes.
I am thirty now and have enjoyed a full, satisfying sex life, although it's varied in ways most of my friends would not understand. Few people know I swing both ways, and I want to keep it that way. I don't aggressively seek out men, but I recognize their overtures and if I find them attractive I respond. I thoroughly enjoy sex with women as well. I have been blessed with good looks, a good physique, a sizable cock and a healthy appetite for sex.
One Sunday morning a friend of mine named Ron, with whom I often play tennis, dropped by my town house unexpectedly. That was not unusual. He often shows up without calling first. I had slept late, and was lounging around reading the paper wearing only my briefs. Ron came in and flopped on the couch.
“How's Louise?” I asked, referring to his wife.
“Fine,” he replied. “How about a beer?”
“Sure,” I said, and got him one from the fridge. “What's up?” I asked, thinking he wanted to set up a tennis match. But that was not the reason for his visit.
“Nothing special,” he said. “I just wanted to get out of the house for a while.”
“How's your sex life?” I joked, knowing that he and Louise were happy together. They had been married for five years but had no children. Louise is cute as a button, with a figure that could stop a clock. I had often imagined her naked and thought how Ron must enjoy fucking her. I might even have been jealous.
“Well, that's what I wanted to talk about,” Ron said. “But maybe I shouldn't.” He seemed awfully nervous.
“Go ahead,” I said. I was paying close attention now.
“Well,” he said, “our sex life has gotten rather dull and routine. We still screw a lot, but the spark just isn't there like it used to be. I'm the only guy Louise has ever been with. She's getting curious about how sex would be with another man. She's been attracted to you for some time, and I know you like her a lot. I thought you might like to, well—”
“You mean you want me to fuck Louise while you watch, don't you?” I said.
“Sort of like that,” he said, “but don't make it sound clinical. We're not looking for a sex therapist.”
My cock twitched at the possibilities. I had never been in a situation like this. I knew that a lot of men like to watch their wives get laid, but I had always thought the husbands must be latent homosexuals or impotent. There was no reason to think Ron was either. He was handsome, well-built, athletic and energetic.
“You know I think Louise is a doll,” I said. “Sure, I'd like to fuck her. Who wouldn't? But I wouldn't want to come between the two of you. You'd have to be there, and I don't mean hiding in a closet. It would have to seem spontaneous. I wouldn't want Louise to think we'd planned it, which means you can't discuss it with her. Think about it, and let me know what you decide.”
Almost two weeks passed before Ron called and invited me for supper on Friday night. Another couple was there when I arrived. As we planned, I said my date had had to cancel at the last minute. After many drinks, we had an informal supper on the patio. About ten, the other couple left, saying they had a teenage babysitter to take home.
Ron insisted I stay and suggested we use the Jacuzzi. He poured another round of drinks. Then he and Louise went to their bedroom while I went outside, stripped to my briefs and got in the tub. It was a beautiful moonlit night.
Soon Louise, wearing a tiny bikini, and Ron, wearing nothing but a smile, joined me. Louise sat in the middle. It didn't take long for Ron to become playful. He must have been tickling Louise under the water, for she squealed, “Ron, stop that! What will Jerry think?”
“He'll think what a sexy girl you are,” Ron laughed, kissing her on the cheek.
“Don't get too excited,” Louise said. “I know what happens when you do.”
“Hell, I'm already excited. Feel this,” Ron said, putting her hand on his cock.
“You're awful,” she said. “What should I do with him, Jerry?” she said, squeezing my thigh. Taking a chance, I moved her hand to my bulging crotch. To my delighted surprise, she left it there.
“He can't help it,” I said. “And neither can I. You're a very foxy lady.”
Ron untied Louise's bra and pulled it off. Her gorgeous tits sprang free, the nips as hard as acorns. He slid his hand between her legs and wormed his fingers under her bikini bottom.
“What do you think you're doing?” she chuckled, her hand tightening on my dick.
“Exactly what you want,” Ron said, and continued to finger her pussy. She moaned with pleasure.
Suddenly Louise jumped up and went inside. We followed her to their bedroom. My cockhead protruded from the waistband of my briefs. Louise produced towels for each of us. Ron started to dry her off, paying special attention to her tits.
“Look at that big, beautiful dick on Jerry,” he said. “Show it to her, pal. Let her see what you've got.”
I pulled off my briefs and stood there with my cock poking straight out, hard as a bat. Louise stared at it and blushed. I knew then that I would hit a home run before the night was over.
Louise grasped Ron's cock with one hand and took mine in the other. Ron pulled off her bikini bottom, and she sank to her knees. She looked from one cock to the other before taking Ron's in her hungry mouth. He put an arm over my shoulder and smiled. I had never seen him look so happy.
Louise turned from Ron's cock to mine, alternating between them for a minute or two before he lifted her to her feet and led her to the bed. She lay on her back with her knees bent and her legs spread apart. Ron devoured her pussy, licking and probing with his tongue. She twisted and turned as he brought her to fever pitch.
“I want your cock,” she moaned. “Give it to me.” Ron moved up and plunged in Louise to the hilt. She squealed and bucked frantically against him, keeping her legs locked around his waist. Her orgasm was intense, and while she was still coming, Ron shot his load. They both looked at me, grinning, as they calmed down.
Ron motioned for me to join them on the bed. I lay on my back beside them. Louise suddenly straddled my waist and lowered her cunt on my throbbing shaft. I held her beautiful tits as she bounced up and down. Without pulling out, I rolled her over so I was on top and rammed my rod in and out with long, slow strokes.
Ron crouched beside us. His hands played over my back and buns, while his fingers explored the crack of my ass and pressed against the hole. “Don't come inside her,” he said. “I want to see you shoot off.”
I couldn't hold back my climax and pulled out at the last minute, just as Louise reached her peak. Ron grasped my cock and pumped out my come. His big dick was hard as a rock again from watching me fuck his wife.
Since he had grabbed my cock, I felt free to hold his. He looked surprised as I jacked it slowly. Then I eased him on his back and took his beautiful dick in my mouth. I brought him to the verge of orgasm by concentrating on the sensitive head. When I saw that he was losing control, I pulled back and finished him off with a few hand strokes.
Louise watched with fascination as globs of semen spurted out of Ron's jerking cock. I thought that would be the end of our little orgy, but she had other ideas.
“Now, Ron,” she said, “I want to see you suck Jerry.”
Ron did not seem reluctant when he took my half-hard
dick in his mouth. I quickly became rigid again in response to his sucking and licking. I put my hands on his head as he took me all the way in, and Louise finger-fucked herself as she watched. My juices exploded in his throat, and he happily swallowed them. Then I dressed and let myself out, leaving my friends curled up happily in each other's arms.
Several days later Ron stopped by my place on his way home from work.
“Thanks, Jerry, you're a pal,” he said. “Louise and I have been fucking like horny rabbits since that night.”
“So you've got the old spark back,” I laughed.
“Spark, hell!” he replied. “It's more like a raging forest fire! Louise can't get enough of my cock, and I can't get enough of her pussy.”
“Good,” I said. “I enjoyed having sex with both of you.”
“Louise really got a thrill watching us blow each other. By the way, it was my first time. How was I?”
“Pretty good for an amateur,” I said. “We'll have to do it again sometime.” And I think we probably will—J.H., Portland, Maine
THIS WOMAN SURE KNOWS HOW TO THROW A BIRTHDAY PARTY FOR HER BOYFRIEND
I had a terrific experience on my last birthday that I thought might interest readers of Penthouse Letters.
A few months ago I saw my girlfriend off on a business trip to Los Angeles. I noticed an attractive young woman behind us in the airport check-in line gazing intently at Paula, a beautiful black woman about five-eight with a voluptuous bust and narrow waist. The other woman was maybe five-six, with black shoulder-length hair, wearing designer jeans and a cotton top stretched tight over a fairly large bust.
When she returned from Los Angeles, Paula said the woman, whose name was Julie, had been seated next to her on the flight and they had had a great time talking and laughing—and being flirted with by a male flight attendant. At one point Julie went with him to the galley, then returned giggling, saying he'd suggested we get together for a threesome in L.A. Julie had said she was game but she'd have to ask her friend. Paula declined, but suggested that Julie go for it and let her know how it came out. They exchanged phone numbers and vowed to get together again.
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