Letters to Penthouse XXX

by Penthouse International

  She couldn’t have been too surprised when, as she was drinking her wine, Gerald started to play with her and run his hand up her skirt. When the two other guys saw that she had no panties on, they joined in the fun. Annabel just gulped down her glass of wine and got another. She knew what was about to happen, and she also figured that Gerald was taping the whole thing, but this only made her more excited.

  In the next hour she fucked all three guys, and most of the time she had a dick in her mouth and one in her pussy at the same time. I wondered why she got home so late that night, and I found out when I followed her to the bedroom and she started to change clothes. She had hickeys, red marks, and come all over her body. When I asked her what had happened, she broke down and told me the whole story.

  She told it apologetically and almost fearfully, but as she went through it I could see that she was getting excited again. And for some strange reason, I was getting hot as well. When she was finished, Annabel noticed that my dick had gotten hard. She finished stripping and told me to go ahead and fuck her, to fuck her as hard as everyone else had that evening. I could not stop myself. I laid her back on the bed and licked every inch of her beautiful body, including her full pussy. Then I fucked her harder than I had for a long time, and she responded with wild passion, coming again and again.

  The next day, in celebration of our new open relationship, Annabel and I planned a surprise for Gerald. Annabel called him up and said she wanted to meet him at a bar, and that she would again leave off her panties and bra. What Gerald didn’t know was that I would be accompanying her. When we walked into the bar, Gerald turned white as he saw me. When I told him I had a surprise for him he looked even worse, thinking I was going to beat him up or something. Instead, I pulled Annabel’s dress up to show him her pussy, and then told him to follow us. We went to the parking lot and got into our car, where Annabel proceeded to give him a blowjob while I watched.

  Watching my wife with another man close up and in person was even more erotic than hearing her tell about it. Annabel and I now visit Gerald’s house regularly, and he gives us copies of all the tapes he makes of the three of us, and sometimes of Annabel and his friends as well.

  All I can say is, thank you, Virginia, wherever you are.

  —Name and address withheld

  At Her Husband’s Barbecue Party He Gave Her His Own Brand of Special Sauce

  I’ve been secretly fucking Liz for over three months now. I’m a professional soccer player, and in my spare time I help a friend coach a youth league team. Liz is the mother of one of the kids on the team, and the fact that she’s married makes it all the more exciting. At thirty-five, she’s a few years older than I am, hot and sultry, with nice tits and a great ass. We started flirting with each other from the time we met, and the tension just kept building up, until one afternoon she showed up at my apartment. She admitted that she’d been fantasizing about me for months, and knowing that her fat husband can’t satisfy her like I can is a huge turn-on. Since then we’ve been fucking close to four times a week, mostly at my place, where it’s safe.

  Last weekend, however, we expanded our horizons. Liz and her husband had a barbecue and pool party at their house, and Liz invited me. She was wearing a sweet blue bikini, and my cock was hard from the instant I arrived. All afternoon she gave me sly glances, but I knew the chances for sex were slim with all the people there. But at one point I went inside to go to the bathroom, and when I came out Liz was standing at the door.

  She led me down the stairs to the basement, and immediately went down on me. The sense of danger was intense, with the knowledge that her husband and friends were just outside. It might have been the most turned on I’d ever been, and she seemed to have no inhibitions as she sucked on my swollen manhood. I came quickly, spurting my load all over her bikini.

  Liz then went into a frenzy, begging me to fuck her on the spot. I reached under her thong and started to probe her saturated cunt with my fingers. I knew fucking her would be a huge risk, because Liz is the loudest screamer I’ve ever had. Several times at my place I had pounded her into ecstasy while she moaned loud enough for my neighbors to hear. But she wouldn’t take no for an answer, so I propped her against the wall and slid my throbbing cock into her tight wet snatch.

  We could hear the people chattering outside over our heavy breathing, and a few times I thought I could make out her husband’s voice. As I began picking up the pace, Liz’s squeals got louder. She said that she couldn’t help it, that my nine inches made her scream all the time. I turned her around and bent her over a worktable, fucking her from behind while she chewed on an old shirt to stifle her screams. Her muffled moans intensified as I started jackhammering her, her head bouncing like a basketball. With a few more thrusts, her pussy tightened around my shaft like a clamp, and she let out a climactic squeal. As she came hard, I pulled out of her and erupted also. Liz swung around and took my load on her stomach, rubbing my white-hot essence all over her body. It was so exhilarating that I had to kiss her hard to keep from letting out a groan myself.

  The whole thing had taken barely ten minutes, and nobody had caught us. The only problem now was that Liz had my come all over her body, and her skin had turned a bright pink from her thunderous orgasm. She toweled off and ran upstairs at top speed for a quick shower, while I got dressed and went back outside. Nobody had noticed our absence, and in a few minutes Liz returned in a new swimsuit. Her husband asked her what had happened to her blue bikini, and with a sly glance at me, she told him she’d spilled something on it. Little did he know it was my semen.

  —D.L., Fargo, North Dakota

  He Works Nights, His Wife Works Days, and His Wife’s Friend Works Him Over

  I had never met Erin, my wife Gale’s best friend from high school, until she came out for a visit about a year after Gale and I were married. Gale worked days and I worked nights, so I was at work when Gale picked her up at the airport. By the time I got home both women had gone to bed.

  When I got up the next day Gale had gone to work, leaving Erin and me alone in the house. I had forgotten all about Erin’s visit, and when I walked out into the kitchen I was wearing only my pajamas. Gale had told me that Erin was a looker, but I wasn’t prepared for what I saw when I walked into the room.

  She was sitting at the kitchen table over a cup of coffee, wearing only a nightgown. She looked up when I came in, a smile on her moist, voluptuous lips. She was pretty enough to be a model. Dark hair curled softly over her shoulders, setting off her pretty, cream-complexioned face. Her large eyes were so green that I wanted to drown in them. Under a cute nose those sexy lips looked ready for endless nights of erotic delights.

  The nightgown she wore was open enough in the front to show a good portion of her large, pointed boobs, and through it I could see the shadow of her dark areolae. Her plump nipples, begging to be kissed and sucked, made small bumps in the material.

  “Hi,” she said in a low, sultry voice. “I’m Erin.”

  “Glad to know you, Erin,” I answered, taking the small, soft hand she held out to me. “Pardon me for coming out like this. I forgot that you were coming in last night.”

  “Hey, it’s fine with me. Nothing I’d rather see than a good-looking guy in pajamas.” As she spoke her gaze traveled over my body, pausing just long enough on the growing bulge in the front of my pajama bottoms to tell me she found it very interesting.

  “Coffee?” she asked, getting to her feet.

  “Sure,” I said, sitting down. “Thanks.”

  As she rose from her chair and turned toward the coffeemaker, I got a look at a pair of the most gorgeous ass cheeks I’d ever seen. The well-oiled movement of those beauties as she walked sent a shiver of excitement down my spine that had my balls throbbing and my cock fully erect.

  As she returned with a cup of coffee, her eyes went to the now serious bulge in the front of my pajamas, and her pink tongue darted out, moistening her sexy lips. Raising my head, I looked up into her eyes.
The look she gave me told me that she knew exactly what was going through my mind, and I could see she didn’t mind at all.

  I might have finessed the situation if she hadn’t licked her lips when she glanced at my boner, but that was too much. As she put my coffee down and lowered that sweet rounded ass of hers into her chair, I got to my feet and stepped in front of her. I pulled my hard, throbbing meat out of my pajamas with one hand, gently pulling her face into my crotch with the other. She didn’t try to pull away. Her lips were warm and soft against my cock. Reaching up, she gently cupped my throbbing balls, while her other hand skinned my cock back, exposing its swollen, wine-red knob. Slipping her lips over it, she began to lightly circle the rim of my glans with the tip of her tongue. That sent a surge of liquid fire into my pounding balls, and I felt the approach of a bone-crushing climax.

  I guess my throbbing balls told her I was going to come, because she suddenly withdrew and got to her feet just before I shot my load. She lifted her nightgown up to her waist, showing me her luxurious pelt. Then, lying back on the table with her knees raised and her legs spread, she gave me a clear view of the prettiest damn pussy I’ve ever seen. Under her lush bush I could see every fold of her inviting pussy lips. Stepping close to her, I slipped the swollen head of my rock-hard boner into her warm, succulent opening.

  She inhaled sharply as I pushed my meat into her, going deep into her tight, volcanic pussy. Wrapping her legs around my waist, she pulled me deeper inside her. I slipped her nightgown off her shoulders and began to kiss her big beautiful tits and suck her erect nipples. Slowly at first, and then more violently, she rocked her pelvis into me, meeting every thrust of my cock. I felt gentle spasms in her pussy that quickly grew stronger. I’d never felt anything like it before. I was in heaven. I was rushing toward the edge. I tried to hold back, but it was impossible. Suddenly I exploded into her, shooting what seemed like endless spurts of come deep into her pussy.

  When it was over I sank back in my chair, thoroughly drained. My pajama bottoms were down around my ankles, and it was clear that my debilitated dick was down for the count.

  But I could see that our lovemaking had really lit Erin’s fire. She sank to her knees between my legs, turning her green eyes up to me. “God, you were great!” she said. The smile on her sexy lips sent a tingle of excitement down the length of my weary warrior. Taking my rod in her hand, Erin began to pump it gently. Soon, detecting signs of revival in my twitching manhood, she skinned it back and slipped her lips over the head. Her soft, warm mouth on my cock soon had it standing tall again. When it was good and hard, Erin got to her feet and turned her back to me. Lifting her nightgown to her waist, she gave me another glimpse of those mouth-watering buttocks. Then, lowering her ass to my lap, she grasped my tool in her fingers and guided it into her pussy. Sliding down all the way, she impaled herself on the length of it. I slipped my hands under her nightgown to stroke her firm round boobs and run my fingers over her erect nipples.

  She began to bob slowly up and down on me. Soon, I felt her body stiffen, and then we both came at the same time, the powerful spasming of her pussy draining every drop of come out of my balls.

  Erin was the greatest. She stayed for almost two weeks, and every day, while my wife was at work, I fucked her till I dropped. I know she liked it, too, because now she comes out several times a year and I fuck her ears off every chance I get. Sure, I still love my wife, and fuck her a lot, but Erin is the frosting on the cake. The part you like to eat most.

  —T.J., Baltimore, Maryland

  With Prompting From an Old Friend, She Made It a Valentine’s Day to Cherish

  Recently I received a letter from a high-school friend, looking to reunite and catch up on old times.

  I was thirty-three, nearing five years of marriage, with young children, and in a period of self-awareness in the midst of a demanding and stressful life. I had begun to steal time for myself—going to the gym, writing short stories and poetry —which provided short-term stress reduction. I was fortunate to have a lot of friends, female and male, for support, company, and fun.

  When I got Michael’s letter out of the blue after fifteen years, I didn’t hesitate to take him up on his suggestion we get together over coffee or a drink. I was eager to meet him. The last time I’d seen him he was a boy of nineteen. Now he would be a man of thirty-four. I looked forward to seeing what had become of him. That in itself was exciting, even if we didn’t hit it off.

  We decided to meet at a bar in the city the next time he came into town. When the time came, I arrived first and ordered a glass of wine while I waited. The glass had just touched my lips once—I didn’t even have time to swallow—when Michael walked in. I had some idea what to expect from a picture he e-mailed me, which had been taken two years ago. But pictures don’t capture a person’s essence, so it was no surprise that I was stunned when I saw him. I almost choked on the wine.

  Once he saw me, he laughed at my obviously flustered state. He walked quickly over to my table. Before I had a chance to stand up and greet him, he threw his arms around me, engulfing me in a warm and affectionate embrace. My heart raced, and my skin heated up instantly.

  Michael withdrew his hold on me and ordered a drink, then just sat there staring at me in silence. Finally he commented on my supposedly “unchanged appearance” and “obvious knockout body.” I was wearing tight black velour pants, high-heeled leather boots, and a tight black sweater that revealed just enough cleavage from my small breasts. My blonde hair clung to my back and flowed over each breast just enough to reveal small mounds under my sweater on each side. It was a good thing I’d decided to wear a bra, or my erect nipples would have shown right through the minute he walked in the door.

  Michael looked awfully good to me. His short jet-black hair and sculpted facial features had me in awe, and his soft, full lips prompted flashbacks from many years ago, when I remembered them devouring my erect nipples. I remembered how soft and wet they felt as he took each of my breasts in his mouth.

  Before my velour pants became too wet, Michael brought my attention back with a question. My focus settled on his brown eyes—and a woman could get lost in them forever. I forced my focus elsewhere. His medium build appeared flawless. It looked as if those fifteen years had been good to him physically.

  There he was in front of me for my eyes to feast on. I was able to escape to a different world. I began to live in the moment of the night.

  We each had a couple more drinks. The conversation was dynamic, going back and forth between past, present, and future—in particular our joint past, present, and future. After my third glass of wine, I found myself completely absorbed by Michael’s electrifying sexuality. I had been constantly turned on through almost two hours of talk, and from his responses to me I knew I had been sending out my own sexual vibes.

  Michael suggested we go for a ride, to continue our talk and spend some more time together. That was the best idea I had heard in months! I was headed out of the bar before he could ask where I wanted to go. He unlocked his SUV for me to get in, and for a moment our eyes locked, locking me in lust for him.

  The truck was new and well-equipped. The seats were heated leather, which immediately warmed up my already-aroused bottom. Soft jazz filled the truck and intoxicated my ears. That truck alone seemed capable of seducing me into passionate surrender! I was getting so into the music and heated leather seats that I actually moaned while my head was tilted back with my eyes closed. Embarrassment startled me out of my relaxed euphoria.

  Michael smiled devilishly without looking in my direction. He knew what he was doing to me and took great satisfaction with his success. His only comment was an expression of appreciation to me for meeting him and of contentment that I seemed so comfortable and relaxed. Little did he know I was becoming overwhelmed with desire for him, and was near the point of no return.

  Michael decided he wanted to park and just talk some more, so he found an empty lot to pull into. It was deserted ye
t safe, with a streetlight within range, but far enough from the main road to avoid anyone checking up on us. The jazz was still playing, but he turned it down a little so we could talk more easily.

  No words came out of his mouth, though, and I wasn’t in the mood to talk either. The wine had its effect, turning me into a woman with only one desire. He reached over and took my hand to kiss, and exclaimed how beautiful he found me, both my personality and my body.

  He turned my hand over, exposing my wrist where you take your pulse, and stroked it with his other hand. If this was some kind of seduction technique, it sure worked. It made me breathe deeply, and made the world disappear except for him and me.

  He said he understood my situation, my being married, yet wanted to know if I would escape with him for a little while that night. Before I could answer, his lips and tongue were on my wrist. It was the most erotic feeling I had had in a long time. My nipples were hard and begging to come out and play, and there was that warm wetness down below.

  My other hand reached out to hold his face, and I told him that I was his for a while, to do with whatever he wanted. I could tell my body was happy to finally admit this to him. As soon as it was said, he pulled me over to meet him halfway between the seats.

  Our lips locked and started the passion dance we both had been waiting for all night. His tongue probed deep in my mouth, sending me into a breathless pant of excitement. Again I moaned, and again he gave me that devilish smile. His smile of conquest turned me on even more, knowing I was his prey and was about to surrender.

  We kissed long and passionately, with his mouth finding my neck and ear. He whispered for me to take off my clothes. Without hesitation I peeled off the velour pants, exposing the wet pink flesh he longed to dive into. He said to leave my boots on and helped me take off my sweater and bra.