Letters to Penthouse XXX

by Penthouse International

  In March she surprised me by shaving her pussy bare. She said it was so that it would be easier for me to tongue her to orgasm. It was also about that time that she started to wear only thong panties. She said that they fit better under the hip-hugging pants and short skirts she began to wear more and more frequently.

  We scheduled our vacation trip for the week after Lauren’s school let out for the summer. The day before we left we dropped the kids off with their grandparents, who live about fifty miles away, and then drove back home.

  It was late afternoon as we headed back, and Lauren said she was feeling warm and wanted to change her clothes. We stopped at a service station, and she went into the ladies’ room, carrying a little bag. When she came out she was wearing a very short hip-hugging skirt, and a halter top cut low enough to reveal considerable cleavage and high enough to show off her trim tummy. When she got closer, I saw that she had also put on some makeup to accent her eyes and lips, and she smelled of wonderfully chic and expensive cologne.

  “Wow!” I said as she got into the car.

  She grinned at me. “You better believe it, buster,” she replied. “This is vacation time, and Lauren’s gonna get wild.” She then put my hand on her leg. As I slid it up under her skirt, I found that she hadn’t bothered with panties.

  It was about eight o’clock when we stopped for dinner at a little roadhouse bar. All eyes turned to Lauren as we walked in, and she gave the place a big smile. It was a small place, and most of the patrons were men. Stepping up to the bar, Lauren said in a friendly, outgoing way, “This is my husband, Charles, and I’m Lauren. I hope you have some good things to eat here.”

  There was laughter all around. We sat down and ordered some hamburgers. The jukebox was playing some light rock music, and as we were waiting for our food a tall, well-built guy in his late twenties or early thirties came over and asked whether this good-looking little lady wanted to dance. Before I could say anything, Lauren jumped up, saying, “I’d love to.”

  The two of them were the only ones dancing, and all the rest of the patrons watched them with interest. Lauren didn’t hesitate to move her body seductively to the music. The rock number was followed by a slow ballad. Lauren put both her hands around her partner’s neck and pressed herself close to him. The guy had has hand firmly planted on her ass, and it was almost as if he was dry-humping her.

  When the number was over, Lauren came back to the table. I could see that the guy had a huge hard-on. A few minutes later he came up to her again, but by then our burgers had arrived and she turned him down. She devoured her hamburger, I paid the bill, and we left.

  In the car, I asked her what that had been all about. “It’s the new me,” Lauren said. “Come on, let’s take a walk on the wild side.” She then suggested that I should pull the car over to a dark spot on the other side of the road. When I did, she pulled my pants open, bent down, and began sucking my dick until it was hard. She then lifted up her skirt. Her pussy was dripping. She climbed on top of me and inserted my cock in her cunt. It didn’t take long for both of us to orgasm. Then we drove home.

  That evening we packed, and the next morning I watched Lauren dress after her shower. She put on a pair of thong panties, another short hip-hugging skirt, a V-neck tank top that showed considerable cleavage, and thin-strapped sandals with medium heels, but no stockings. She also put on a lot of makeup and a tad too much cologne. Truth be told, she looked like a hooker, but I didn’t say anything. It was blatant, but very sexy.

  On the plane I had the window seat. There was a good-looking guy in his early twenties in the aisle seat, and Lauren was in the middle. She immediately chatted up the other guy, whose name was Hal. It turned out that he had just graduated from college and was meeting several friends for a week’s vacation before starting a new job. I noticed that he couldn’t keep his eyes from looking down Lauren’s top or at her shapely bare legs, which were visible pretty much up to her hips.

  Once the plane took off I pretended to sleep. Lauren and Hal continued to talk quietly. Once in a while I would open my eyes and look over. At one point I saw that Hal’s hand was gently caressing Lauren’s thighs, almost under her skirt. She didn’t say a thing, just kept chatting quietly.

  About an hour into the flight, both Hal and Lauren got up and walked to the back of the plane. They didn’t come back for about fifteen minutes. I pretended to wake up when they returned. Lauren had a funny but pleased look on her face.

  When the plane landed, Lauren told Hal that she looked forward to seeing him and his friends, as they weren’t staying far from us. When I asked her what was going on, she just smiled at me and said, “Oh, you’ll see.”

  We picked up our rental car, and as Lauren got in her skirt pulled up and I saw that she was no longer wearing panties. On the way to our vacation condo she confessed to me that she and Hal had got it on in the lavatory on the plane. Lauren explained that she had always fantasized about getting fucked by someone she had just met, ten thousand feet in the sky. On this trip, she told me, she intended to fully indulge all her erotic imaginings—and mine, too. She then proceeded to unzip my fly, take out my cock, and give me a blowjob, as I tried to take in what she had said while doing my best not to get into an accident.

  The long and short of it is that Lauren did precisely what she’d said she would. During our ten days in the Caribbean she was a total exhibitionist and slut. She spent most of her mornings entertaining Hal and his three friends. While I went out golfing, she would meet up with the guys at an almost deserted beach they had found, where she could fuck them all morning out in the open, and then refresh herself by going into the sea.

  In the evenings, when we went out for dinner and dancing, Lauren rarely wore panties, and never a bra. She pranced around in skimpy sundresses or short skirts and revealing tops, and she always flirted with strangers. It was not unusual for her to disappear for an hour or two with a new friend, and come back with that just-fucked look all over her face.

  As it turned out, her acting like such a slut was a real turn-on for me. I couldn’t believe how much sexual energy and stamina she seemed to have, especially since she and I also fucked wildly every night.

  On our last evening Lauren told me she wanted to have a small party at our condo, where I could watch her take on a number of guys at once. It was then that I really saw what a sexual gymnast she had become. Over a three-hour period, I watched as she gave head to four different guys and then had them take turns fucking her. For her grand finale, she gave two blowjobs at once, while a third guy fucked her in the ass and the fourth in her cunt. Her orgasms were unbelievable.

  Lauren, not surprisingly, slept most of the way on the flight home. As we drove away from the airport, she took off her panties and played with herself until she had an orgasm. She was wearing only a short skirt and a skimpy top. To my surprise, she asked me to turn off the freeway at an exit several miles from our house, and then directed me to a bar, telling me to leave her there, and that she would see me at home in a few hours.

  “Don’t worry,” she said. “Hal and his friends are meeting me here. And if they don’t, I’ll find someone else.”

  I think our life will be like that from now on.

  —C.F., Bangor, Maine

  They Were Only Too Glad to Join Their Friends in Testing Their New King-Size Bed

  I have written to you before about my wife, Nell, and several of her affairs, like the one with the bartender, the one with the salesmen, and the one with the guy she met at Burger King. Well, recently Nell got a call from her friend Jean, who invited her to spend the weekend with her and her husband, Ted. Jean said they had just gotten a new king-size bed, and she thought it would be fun for us to all pile into it.

  Nell didn’t have much doubt about what her friend had in mind, and Jean reinforced her suspicions by telling her that Ted talked about her breasts a lot. According to her, he often said he wished Jean had big boobs like hers, and mused about how he would like to get his
hands on them. Jean said not to be surprised if Ted tried to cop a feel during the night.

  Nell accepted the invitation. She had always liked Ted, who is a big strong guy, and actually she found the thought of him feeling her tits to be pretty exciting. She told me she wouldn’t start anything with him herself, but would just let things run their natural course.

  When we arrived on Friday night, it turned out that Jean and Ted had invited another couple over, and after dinner we started playing one of those adult board games. You had to throw the dice, and if your piece landed on a certain box you had to draw a card that dared you to do something like kiss the person next to you or tell a sexy secret or something like that. At one point Nell drew a card that said to take off an article of clothing. She laughed and reached inside her blouse, then unhooked her bra and worked it out through the sleeve holes. Her blouse was kind of thin and clung to her breasts, bringing out the shapes of her nipples. I could see Ted staring at her tits, and I got pretty excited knowing how much he liked and wanted them.

  Finally the other couple said they had to leave. Jean had been drinking pretty heavily, and she said she’d better get to bed before she passed out. Soon after that I said I was bushed too, and needed to get some sleep. Nell told me to go ahead, saying she’d follow soon.

  Jean was already in the king-size bed, sound asleep. I lay down beside her, and it wasn’t long before I heard Nell come into the room. She asked if I was still awake, but I didn’t answer, pretending to be asleep. I sneaked the occasional look at her as she got undressed and put her nightgown on. It was a long, sheer, pale peach gown that didn’t leave much to the imagination. Her breasts were in full view, and I could tell she was excited as her nipples were rock-hard. I could also see her dark bush through the thin material of her panties. When she left the room, I knew Ted was going to love seeing her like that.

  It was about an hour before Ted and Nell came back to the bedroom. I peeked again and was a little disappointed to see that my wife still had her panties on. After all, for the past hour Ted had been looking at her tits and bush through that sheer gown.

  Nell quickly got into bed and turned her back to me. I kept peeking as Ted got undressed, knowing that Nell was watching him also. He was wearing a pair of striped briefs, which were tented way out in front from his obvious hard-on. He stood there for a couple of minutes, rubbing his cock. I could hear Nell’s breath start to come faster.

  Ted finally turned off the light and got in bed next to Nell. There was a lot of movement under the sheets, and from the way Nell was squirming I was pretty sure that Ted was getting his wish and was playing with her tits to his heart’s content.

  A couple of minutes later I sensed Nell raising her hips from the bed, and I knew that Ted was removing her panties. He was feeling a lot more than he had hoped for. The next thing I felt was Nell’s foot bumping mine as she spread her legs so that he could have better access to her pussy. Soon she was writhing around in the bed. I could feel her arms moving, and I was pretty sure she was jerking him off as he fingered her cunt.

  They weren’t even really bothering to be quiet now, and I opened my eyes when I knew he had climbed on top of her. She made a little whimpering sound when he slipped his cock in, and then he was fucking her steadily and hard. They went at it for a while until they both came.

  Ted rolled off her and settled down to go to sleep. Nell turned over to face me, and I pretended to wake up. I put my hand on her bare pussy and felt Ted’s come. I kissed her and pulled her over on top of me. I didn’t know if Ted heard us fucking or not, and I didn’t care.

  The next day Nell couldn’t wait to tell me all the details. She said she had loved the idea that Ted could see her through the thin gown. It was really exciting showing off her tits for him, knowing what a strong desire he had to get his hands on them. She said he couldn’t take his eyes off her. She had thought that was as far as it was going to go when he didn’t make a move on her, but when they got to the bedroom and he took off his pants and started rubbing his cock in front of her, she was pretty sure he would make a move all right.

  She told me that as Ted was getting into bed she’d slipped the straps of her gown off her shoulders. It didn’t take long for him to pull the top of her gown down and start feeling her breasts. He then moved in and started kissing and sucking her tits. Then he put a hand in her panties and started fingering her wet pussy, and that was when she slipped her hand in his briefs and started pulling on his cock. She said it was so hot to be lying there right next to me while fooling around with Ted that way.

  When he got her panties off and started fucking her, Nell said she wondered if I was awake and listening to what they were doing. This thought made her even hotter. She had loved every minute of this sexy encounter. The one thing that made her sad was that I had not had a chance to get it on with Jean. She said Jean thought I was cute, and she was sure Ted would have no objection to me fucking her, especially if he got another crack at my wife. It gives us both something to look forward to.

  —K.M., St. Louis, Missouri

  She Liked Sex But Didn’t Really Love It—Until She Had Her First Black Man

  My wife, Lois, is a nice-looking woman of forty, with soft white skin and large, beautiful breasts. Although she has always enjoyed sex up to a point, for a long time I had the feeling that she was suppressing her deepest erotic feelings, and that she would enjoy it even more if she really let herself go.

  But as I say, our sex life was still pretty good, so I never really discussed this with her until Jack came to town. Jack is a charming black man, and women have always liked him. He had been a friend of mine for years, but he lived in another state, and Lois had never met him until this visit.

  On Jack’s first night in town, Lois and I met him at the bar of his hotel for drinks. Jack was always a charmer, and he and Lois seemed to hit it off right away. We all had too much wine, and at one point Jack asked Lois to dance. I am not a dancer, so I enjoyed watching my wife and my friend enjoying themselves on the dance floor.

  At one point I excused myself to go to the men’s room, and when I returned I was surprised to see that Jack was kissing my wife’s ear and neck, and that his hand was under the table, massaging her upper leg.

  They broke apart as I sat down. Lois looked a little flustered, but Jack just grinned at me. Lois left for the ladies’ room, and I asked Jack if he was enjoying himself. Jack told me he thought Lois was really hot, and asked me if I could handle him having a little fun with my wife.

  Before I could answer Lois returned, sitting down very close to Jack. I couldn’t help noticing that while in the bathroom she had removed her bra, and unbuttoned the top four buttons of her sweater. Jack noticed also. Soon his hand was under the table again, and Lois’s expression made it obvious that something was going on. I deliberately dropped my napkin so that I could bend down and look under the table. Jack had his hand between my wife’s legs and his fingers were under her skirt, evidently playing with her pussy. When I straightened up again I saw him slip his other hand into Lois’s open sweater and start to play with her tits.

  Some of the other customers were beginning to notice what was happening, and Jack suggested that we go up to his room for one last drink. I knew what would happen if we went to his room, but I was beginning to get turned on, and I wanted to see how far Lois would go. She had never acted in this uninhibited manner before, and I thought maybe a big black stud was just what she needed to loosen her up. It turned out I was right.

  As soon as we got settled in Jack’s room the show started, and all I could do was sit in a corner and watch. Jack started by kissing Lois, thrusting his tongue down her throat, while at the same time taking her sweater off to expose her large, swollen tits. Her nipples were hard and sticking straight out, and soon Jack was sucking on those tits until she cried out with pleasure and lust.

  Jack pulled Lois’s skirt off, then stood back to undress himself. Standing in front of my obviously horny wife, he
asked her if she wanted to suck his big black cock. Lois said nothing; she just got down on her knees and took hold of his hard dick like it was a holy object. She began to kiss and lick it, and then she took as much of it as she could into her mouth and started to suck. Gradually she was able to take more of it in, and she sucked on it and played with his balls until he came in her mouth.

  Lois was in heaven, and she was not about to stop now. As Jack pulled her to her feet, she told him that she had wanted to fuck a black man for years, and in fact had dreamed about fucking many black cocks. With that Jack pushed her back on the bed, stripped off her panties, and moved between her open legs. He rubbed his cock against her pussy till it was hard again, and then pushed it swiftly inside her, and they proceeded to fuck each other like two animals.

  After a while Jack rolled Lois onto her hands and knees and fucked her from behind. Then they went into another position, and then another, until they were both ready to come. Lois got off first, and then Jack pulled out and shot his come all over my wife’s tits. Lois slowly massaged his jism into her flesh, and then licked it off her fingers, glorying in the taste of it.

  After what seemed like only a few minutes, Lois was ready for more, and Jack wasn’t about to say no. He lay down on his back and Lois started sucking on his dick. Soon it was standing tall and stiff, and Lois climbed on top of him and slid down over that throbbing tool, pumping up and down on it with her big breasts bouncing and swaying like crazy until they both got off again.

  When Lois was finally ready to leave, Jack asked her if she would return before he left town, and she said yes. She went back to meet him the next night, without me, but she filled me in on the details when she got back home, after which we fucked our brains out.

  Lois and I had a talk after Jack left town. She told me she was hooked on black men and wanted to have more. She asked if I could handle it, and when I admitted that it turned me on too, she asked if I would find her another Jack.