Letters to Penthouse XXX

by Penthouse International

  We spent the night together and fucked several more times, and now I was able to hold off long enough for her to come first. After that we spent every night of the convention together. Connie, to my delight, was absolutely insatiable.

  One night we decided to go dancing. She said that a friend had told her about a great dance bar in the black section of the city. I told her that I hadn’t danced in years, but she just shrugged and said that I could watch her dance, or join in, as I pleased.

  When I picked her up at her room, she was wearing something very different from the conservative dress she had worn at the conference that day. She had on a short skirt that was really nothing but a series of leather bands held together by thin strips of cloth. Although I couldn’t quite see her twat, it was obvious that she didn’t have any panties on. Her top was a thin leather bra that covered her nipple area and not much else. She also had on heavier makeup than she usually wore. The whole picture was one of a whore looking for business. My jaw must have dropped when I saw her, because she said, “This is the way I like to go out to party. It’s the kind of thing my husband couldn’t take.” Though stunned, I said nothing more. She put on a coat, and we left for the evening.

  When we got to the club, we found that most of the customers were black couples or single black men. There were only a few other whites. Although some of the women also wore revealing dresses, none of them were in Connie’s league.

  We sat down at a table, and Connie took off her coat. I went up to the bar to get us drinks. By the time I got back, two handsome black guys in their twenties were sitting at the table with Connie. She introduced them as Earl and Burt, and asked me if I minded getting some drinks for her new friends.

  Feeling somewhat foolish, I did as she asked. By the time I got back, Earl was out on the dance floor with Connie. It was a slow number, and she had her arms around his neck. His hands were on her ass, and they were grinding together. Burt looked at me and said, “Some woman.” When the song was over, Burt got up and cut in on Earl. This time it was a fast number, and soon all eyes were turned to Connie and Burt. To put it bluntly, she left little to the imagination.

  For the next hour or so, Burt and Earl took turns dancing with her, with a few pauses for drinks. After a while Burt said that there was a private back room we could go to. Connie giggled and told him to lead the way. Earl said something to the bartender, who handed him a key, and we all followed him into the back.

  The room was small, with a single bed. The linens looked fresh. When Connie saw the bed, she smiled and said it looked like she was going to have a night to remember. She then whispered to me to sit down in a chair and watch, and I did.

  Before my eyes, she began to strip both Burt and Earl. Even limp, their cocks looked huge. She slowly licked each of them, moving back and forth between them, and by the time she was done they both had full erections, at least eight inches long and very thick. The two of them then took off her bra and skirt, and began playing with her tits and sucking her clitoris. I sat there with my mouth open, watching incredulously.

  Connie had no inhibitions. For the next hour she and the two men fucked in various positions. They each tried to fuck her in the ass, but their cocks were too big to penetrate very far. She must have had a dozen orgasms. Finally, Earl and Burt said that they were spent. Connie thanked them for a wonderful time. She went to the ladies’ room to clean up a bit, and then we left.

  On the way back to the hotel, Connie said, “Well, now you know about me and how promiscuous I can be.” She added that that was what had eventually led her husband to say enough was enough. I replied by saying that enough would never be enough for me.

  When we got back to the hotel, Connie rewarded me with a fantastic fuck. She was insatiable. Two months later she quit her job and moved in with me, and a year after that we married. It’s now three years later, and it’s been a constant turn-on for me. Connie has not slowed down one bit sexually, and I hope she never does.

  —B.K., Madison, Wisconsin

  When He Dared Her to Take Off Her Panties, He Didn’t Know What He Was Starting

  Jo and I have been married for eight years. She is a beautiful woman, five feet six inches tall, with blonde hair, sexy legs, and a killer body.

  A while back we took a vacation in California, and one night we went out to a club on a highway just north of San Francisco. We sat at the bar to enjoy the music and the crowd. After a few drinks we were feeling pretty good. At one point I started rubbing Jo’s thigh and telling her how hot she looked in her short black skirt, which showed off her sexy legs. Then, on some crazy impulse, I told her that it would really be hot if she were to take off her panties. She just looked at me at first, but after a few minutes she went off to the ladies’ room, and when she returned she laid her panties on the bar in front of me.

  I was sitting at Jo’s left, and there was a guy sitting at the corner of the bar, just two seats away from her on the right. I didn’t know if he had seen her give me the panties, but pretty soon I noticed that she was sitting at an angle that allowed this guy to look up her skirt. Almost at the same time, she turned her head to me and whispered, “That hunk of a guy down there is looking up my skirt.” But she wasn’t complaining; in fact, I could see that she was kind of excited by the idea. And as a matter of fact, so was I.

  We sat there drinking for at least another hour, all the while giving this guy a show. I was getting really hot, knowing that this guy was looking at my wife’s pussy.

  Finally I went to the men’s room, and when I returned, the fellow was talking to my wife. I knew damn well why he was talking to her, but it excited me no end to see him looking at her bare beaver. I sat down and joined in the small talk, and now I also noticed Jo looking at the bulge in this guy’s Levi’s.

  After a while I again had to go to the restroom, and this time our new friend went also, and stood next to me at the urinal. He told me I had a beautiful wife, and I agreed. I then noticed that he was slowly rubbing his dick, while apparently trying to hide what he was doing. I know damn well that he was thinking about my wife’s pussy. I started thinking about him having sex with her, and I started to get hard and had to put my cock away. I didn’t know how to suggest that to him, and I was pretty sure that Jo would never go for anything like that, even though she seemed to be enjoying his attention.

  I went back to my seat and told Jo what I’d seen. She told me she thought he was a hot hunk, and she could tell that he had a huge dick. A minute later the man returned and asked if we wanted to share a table with him. Jo said yes, so we found a vacant table and sat down.

  At this point we all introduced ourselves, and he said his name was Gil. Then, as we were chatting, I saw his hand go under the table. I could tell he was rubbing Jo’s leg, and from the dreamy expression on her face I suspected he was also fingering her twat. I then noticed that Jo had her hand under the table, too, and I figured she was rubbing the bulge in his pants. They were both being discreet about it, but I was not born yesterday.

  My suspicions were confirmed when, after a couple of minutes, Gil casually brought his hand out from under the table and put his finger up to his nose. I knew that he was taking a whiff of my wife’s sweet-smelling snatch. I didn’t say a word or even show that I noticed, but I was so turned on that I had to make an effort to control my breathing. This was turning into my ultimate fantasy.

  When Gil went to the bathroom again, I followed him, and when I walked in I saw that he was rubbing his huge cock with Jo’s panties. I had forgotten about them, but she must have given them to him. I pretended not to notice, but I was very excited, because I knew now that Jo wanted him as much as he wanted her.

  Back at the table, we all decided to go to a different club for some better music. Jo volunteered to drive, as Gil and I had both had a bit too much to drink. Gil sat next to her in the front seat, and I sat on his other side. It was very dark in the car, but as my eyes adjusted I saw that Gil had his left hand on Jo’s leg. Soon th
e hand slipped under her skirt, and I knew he was getting his finger wet again. I also saw Jo’s hand resting on his bulging crotch. I wondered if she knew I could see her, but I didn’t say a word. I just slipped my hand over my own cock and rubbed discreetly.

  We drove around for a while without finding a club to our liking, so finally I suggested we go to our hotel to listen to MTV. Gil readily agreed, and Jo obviously thought it was a fine idea.

  Once we were settled in our room with the TV on, Jo asked Gil if he had to be home at any particular time. Gil said no, that he lived alone and was free as air. Jo then suggested that as it was already late, he might want to stay overnight in the spare bed in our room, and he quickly agreed. I was surprised at my wife’s boldness, but I was still not sure just how far this was going to go.

  Jo excused herself to get more comfortable, and when she returned she was wearing a short silk robe. She then told Gil he might as well get comfortable, too. He said he usually slept in his underwear, and asked if that was okay with me. I told him to go for it, and he stripped down to his briefs and got into the spare bed. I stripped down and got into bed, too. Then Jo surprised me again by slipping off her robe and joining me. Under the robe she had put on a sexy bra-and-panties set.

  We lay in bed watching MTV for some time. At one point I got up to go to the bathroom, and as I was taking a leak I saw Jo’s panties—the ones she had taken off in the club—lying in the bathtub. I picked them up and found them to be soaked with come, which I knew had to be Gil’s. Now, I have never even touched another guy in my life, but I suddenly had the urge to sniff those come-filled panties. As I was taking a whiff, I impulsively stuck the crotch into my mouth and sucked out some of the partially dried come. I found it unbelievably exciting.

  I returned to the bed, leaving the panties in the bathtub. The thought of Gil masturbating into my wife’s panties, while thinking of her cunt lips swallowing his cock, aroused me as never before.

  We continued to watch MTV for some time, lying in bed and occasionally making small talk. After a while I must have dozed off. When I woke up, I found the TV off and all of the lights out, except for the one in the bathroom. I peeked over at Jo and saw that her body was uncovered, and she had taken off her bra and panties. I could see Gil lying on the other bed, looking over at her and yanking his member. Jo was obviously awake, and was displaying her body for our friend as he pleasured himself.

  I didn’t make a move, not wanting them to know I was awake. Jo knew I was usually a heavy sleeper, but I was very glad I hadn’t slept through this!

  After a couple of minutes, Gil got out of bed and stood over my wife, with his manhood only inches from her face. Jo slowly moved her head toward his member, trying not to wake me. She began licking his shaft, then made her way down to his balls. Gil then bent forward, putting his face between her legs. I heard slurping noises as he worked at her clit.

  After a short while, Jo pushed Gil away. I figured that she was afraid of being caught, but to my surprise she then turned toward me and began kissing my neck. I wondered if she knew I was awake; my heart was pounding a mile a minute. In any case, she obviously wanted to get off and get off quick. She reached for my cock, and when she felt how hard it was she moved over on top of me and began to masturbate herself with it. Her favorite way to come is to lie on top and use my cock to rub her clit, and that’s what she did now.

  As she was doing that, I looked behind her and saw Gil standing there, just inches from her ass, jerking himself off. It was then that I took the big step: I suggested to Jo that Gil and I should trade places. Jo looked at me with wide, excited eyes and just nodded her head.

  I quickly got up and invited our guest to take my place. Jo lay down on him and began rubbing her pussy against his cock. At one point that cock slid into her hole. She rode him uninhibitedly for a minute, then shouted out, “Oh, my god, this is awesome!” She then proceeded to have the most earth-shattering orgasm of her life.

  Afterward Jo sat up on the edge of the bed and told us to stand in front of her. She then took hold of our dicks and began jerking us off and sucking us, alternating between the two of us until we couldn’t hold back any longer. When she knew we were about to come, she pointed my cock at her titties and Gil’s at her face, opening her mouth for him. We erupted simultaneously, me all over her breasts and he into her mouth and on her face. I have never been so excited.

  We ended up with all three of us sleeping in our bed. When Jo kissed me good night I could taste Gil’s come in her mouth. Later on she told me that Gil kept his finger in her pussy all night long.

  In the morning I got an even bigger thrill when I watched Gil, at my wife’s request, take her in the ass. I jerked off furiously as I watched, and when she came I was able to shoot my load into her moaning, panting mouth.

  After that we all got dressed and I drove Gil back to his car. As he was leaving, I handed him Jo’s panties and told him he could have them if he promised to jerk off into them while thinking of my beautiful wife. And I’m sure he does.

  —P.R., Albany, New York

  He Was in Prison, But They Had a Hot Time Talking on His Cell Phone (Get It?)

  I have been a loyal fan of Penthouse Letters for years, and I enjoy masturbating while reading it in bed. My boyfriend Timmy is doing a long prison sentence for robbery, and due to that unfortunate circumstance, we haven’t so much as laid eyes on each other for two and a half years. But we do have a regular date on the phone, every night at eleven o’clock.

  I should tell you that I am thirty-one years old and have curly brown shoulder-length hair, green eyes, a 38C bust, and a nice tight ass. I love to make Timmy jealous by teasing him about the guys who come on to me on the outside, although he actually knows that I am faithfully waiting for him.

  To keep ourselves sane we have regular phone sex. Usually it’s great, though like any couple, we tend to get into a rut now and then. But at other times we have some of the hottest sessions ever. Like yesterday.

  It started off with a friendly argument about fantasies. Timmy had received a letter from me describing how I had really gotten off on reading the latest issue of Penthouse Letters, especially some of the letters in the “Girl Meets Girl” section. Timmy said he never knew how much of a freak I was between the sheets, wanting a girl to eat my pussy. I replied that just because I fantasized about it, that didn’t mean I wanted to make it a reality. “Hell,” I told him, “I also got off by reading about a woman having a train of men fuck her in the ass, but that doesn’t mean I could do it, or even really want to.”

  Even as I spoke the words, however, I could feel a tingle of excitement run through my body. Timmy could sense this in my voice, and he began to tease me and egg me on. “Come on,” he said. “If the opportunity arose, and you were relaxed enough, I bet you’d love it. That’s why reading about it turned you on.” I didn’t say anything. “Hey, I have a fantasy about being with three or four women,” Timmy went on, “and if I had the chance, I’d act it out in a minute! Especially if you were one of them,” he added wisely.

  I kept on denying it, saying that some fantasies were just not meant to come true, but my cunt was getting wetter and wetter as I thought about all those cocks in my ass, not to mention some hot bitch’s tongue on my clit!

  Telling Timmy to hold on, I quickly took my sexy little ass into my bedroom and stripped off my robe. When I picked the phone back up, Timmy asked me what I’d been doing.

  “I just got naked,” I replied.

  “Oh yeah, what for?” he said teasingly. He knew damn well what for, and was probably as hot as I was. We both lived for our hot phone sessions, which allowed us to forget our forced separation for a few brief moments.

  “I can’t help it, I’m horny and I want to fuck you so bad. I’m playing with my clit right now,” I said.

  Timmy told me how the precome was already leaking from his cock, and I expressed my strong desire to lick and suck it out of him. He then told me to get out my new vib
rator, but I told him it was too small. My old one was closer to the size of his cock—seven and a half thick, uncut inches—but I’d worn out the motor on the damned thing! But I got out the newer, smaller one, and it slid right into my soaking-wet cunt. It didn’t do much for me at this point, because we both knew that what I really wanted was Timmy’s huge cock in my cunt, and another one in my tight little ass. So finally I got out the old vibrator. Even though it wouldn’t vibrate any more, I figured it would still make a good dildo. And it did. I shoved it slowly up my snatch, describing my actions to Timmy all the while.

  He, meanwhile, was telling me about how he was slowly stroking and jerking his cock. It wasn’t easy for him, being on a public phone in the prison rec room, but fortunately the phones were in little cubicles, and he could get away with it if he was discreet about it. I was delighted when he managed to come for me as I was fucking my cunt with the big plastic dildo. Every once in a while I’d hold the phone down to my cunt and let him hear me ramming that thing in and out until I thought my wrist would give out. He loves to listen to the sound of my cunt juices slurping around the dildo, imagining how good it’s going to be when it’s his hard shaft making that sound and being squeezed by my tight pussy muscles.

  As I say, I was surprised and pleased when Timmy came so quickly, especially under such difficult circumstances. It made me feel very sexy to be able to get him off with just my voice and the sound of my cunt. I hadn’t managed to come yet, but our phone time was precious, and I figured I could always play with myself later.

  But Timmy wasn’t done yet, and he was still thinking about our earlier conversation. He now told me to coat the smaller vibrator with my copious cunt juice, and then to slide it into my hot, tight ass. I rubbed the flesh-colored shaft against my swollen clit and cunt lips, then slowly pushed the head into my puckered asshole. I still had the big black one in my pussy, so it took a bit of easing in, but I relaxed my muscles and worked the thing in and out, until finally I had both vibrators buried in my hot holes.