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  I moved up slightly and pressed my tongue into her ass, and she gasped in delight. Sensing that she was ready, I positioned my cock at her well-lubricated cunt and eased it in. She ground her hips against me and moved her head downward, taking more of Norm’s cock in her mouth. I thrust in and out, and she resumed her up-and-down movements.

  I could tell from Sheila’s squirming and trembling and the flow of her juices that she was really enjoying this double penetration. Her smooth skin glistened with perspiration as she rocked back and forth between Norm and me. I leaned over her back and reached under her to tweak her tits, and kissed her on the back of the neck.

  There were loud sounds of sucking and slurping as Sheila worked her mouth up, down, and around Norm’s cock. He moved his pelvis up and down to match her movements while he fucked her mouth as if it was a cunt.

  Sheila was acting totally impulsively—in an uninhibited, debauched way I had never seen before. Honey moved to the side, offering verbal encouragement as Norm and I set up a rhythm: his cock moving into her mouth while mine withdrew from her cunt, then mine plunging into her cunt while she released all but the head of his from her mouth.

  Suddenly Sheila’s body undulated and heaved. She raised her head momentarily and climaxed. She resumed sucking enthusiastically, and soon Norm lunged into her and groaned. It was clear from the look of satisfaction on his face that he was coming, and clearly she was swallowing his come again. His body strained upward as his cock erupted in her mouth.

  I stopped abruptly with my cock deep in her cunt and bent over her shoulder and watched her swallow several times. When she raised her head, I pulled out and she turned to kiss me. The taste of Norm’s semen lingering on her lips excited me even further. Then she turned back to Norm’s cock to lick and suck it clean.

  Next it was Honey’s turn. She took my wife’s place between Norm and me, taking his cock in her mouth and guiding mine into her cunt. I leaned forward and caressed her tits as she began to move her head up and down on his cock.

  Norm and I started with the same rhythm we had used with my wife, but as we gained experience, we were able to alter it so our cocks moved in and out of Honey in sync. I felt her body going wild and her juices beginning to flow. She was ecstatic and was coming unglued with pleasure. Norm kept encouraging Honey to suck him harder and me to fuck her harder. We both tried our best!

  Norm and I stopped to rest for a few minutes. After watching the two of us fuck Honey, Sheila was really hot, and ready to try sucking two cocks at once. Norm and I lay down with our legs interlaced and directed at each other’s heads, and Sheila licked and sucked the two of us alternately.

  Then she had us move our cocks closer so she could take both in her mouth. She grasped them and pulled them together, then smiled lewdly at us. She wet her lips with her tongue while gently frigging our cocks. She moved her head downward, and I felt her warm tongue licking skillfully over the heads of our cocks. She trembled as she opened her mouth wide enough to take both in her mouth.

  Then she sucked them simultaneously. Just the sight of our cocks in my wife’s mouth was driving me out of my mind with lust.

  After a few minutes of sensual bliss from Sheila’s lascivious licking and sucking, we decided to switch positions. Honey lay down on her back while I sucked her cunt to get her lubricated again. Then I began to fuck her missionary-style while alternately sucking her tits and kissing her.

  Norm came over and knelt down, then briefly caressed and sucked one of her tits. Then he placed his cock at her mouth. She began licking it, then turned her head slightly to allow him to fuck her mouth. I continued to kiss her neck and tits while watching his cock move in and out of her mouth close up—an incredible sight!

  All this time Sheila continued to offer verbal encouragement to the three of us, which raised the level of sexual intoxication we were experiencing. We moved over to a couch, where Norm and I sat somewhat exhausted for the moment. My wife knelt between my knees, put her hand on my cock, and stroked it.

  She positioned herself so that her mouth barely touched the tip of my cock, then rubbed it, first against her closed mouth, then all over her face. She parted her lips and massaged my cock with her mouth and kissed it all over. She licked it all over, then teased me by taking short sucks on it. It was at full staff now.

  Sheila paused and pointed my hard-on in the direction of Honey, who had been watching all this time. Now she joined in, licking and kissing it. This was the first time I ever experienced two women kissing and licking my cock. Believe me, it’s fantastic!

  Norm stroked his cock while watching our wives both work on me. Just as I was really getting into it, my wife moved over and knelt between his legs and guided his semen-flavored cock into her mouth. She nibbled around the shaft and greedily took in more and more of it. Then she clamped her lips firmly around it while reaching around and placing her hands under Norm’s ass, and once again serviced him orally in her unique way.

  Honey got my attention by licking up and down the sides of my cock, slurping lasciviously. Then she plunged down and took it all in her mouth, tightening her lips around it and swirling her tongue while she sucked. Watching her head move sensually up and down, I felt myself tightening and arched up, pushing my cock deep in her mouth.

  I held on to Honey’s head as my trembling cock filled her mouth with come. She looked up at me smiling, and we exchanged the wettest French kiss known to man. Then she surprised me by moving quickly over to her husband to share our wet kiss with him.

  Recovering from the unanticipated kiss, Norm moaned as my wife’s mouth continued to move up and down his cock. She paused for a moment, looked at us, and motioned Honey to join her. She did, and they both serviced Norm’s cock while I watched with lustful envy.

  After a short time, my wife moved back over and resumed sucking my cock, quickly restoring it to full hardness. After a few minutes, Norm, with his wife still sucking him, observed that with all the sex we’d had, he still hadn’t done any fucking. I motioned him to my wife, and he moved quickly behind her. Thoroughly lubricated as she was, he drove in with one thrust.

  This was another new experience for my wife and me: her sucking me while getting fucked by someone else. She obviously enjoyed it immensely, and sucked even more avidly as Norm increased the length of his thrusts. Honey moved over and kissed him while massaging his body. It wasn’t long before he stiffened and declared that he was coming. My wife encouraged him to fill her up.

  After a few minutes of rest, Honey traded places with Sheila so we wouldn’t miss any possible sexual combination, and our spontaneous orgy continued—with my hard-on in her mouth and his in her cunt, and then vice versa.

  This certainly didn’t seem like the right time to stop, but by now several hours had passed and we were all exhausted. Reluctantly, we bid farewell, and after a series of parting kisses Sheila and I departed for home.

  On the way home we discussed the events of the night. We both got aroused simply talking about what had happened, and by the time we got home, I was hard again. And as we undressed for bed, Sheila had that look again. While feeling her breasts, I observed that Honey’s cocksucking techniques had improved throughout the evening. I imagined she was sucking Norm off even now.

  Sheila replied that she thought she still had some of Norm’s come in her cunt, and it needed prompt attention. I agreed, and buried my head between her thighs, sucking her juices intermingled with Norm’s come. After a while she took my cock in her mouth and sucked with great abandon. After taking my first couple of spurts in her mouth, she moved my cock over her tits and aimed it at her nipples.

  I licked them clean, then held her in my arms as we drifted off to sleep.

  —S.O., Salt Lake City, Utah

  A Camping Trip Gave These Couples the Chance to Do What They Always Wanted

  I didn’t even know Penthouse Letters existed until after I met my husband. But ever since I found a copy in Ted’s nightstand, I’ve been a loyal reader.<
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  Between reading the stories in Penthouse Letters, we discovered that we had a shared interest in group sex, orgies, and the like. Swapping in particular was a huge and intense turn-on for both of us.

  We agreed that if the situation was right, we would like to actually try swapping. We knew that it would be just sex—sex for the physical and mental pleasure it brings. So from that point on, we found ourselves looking for the right couple to swap with. Last summer we finally found them.

  It started when Ted and I went on a camping trip with our friends Anne and Ron. The men had a getaway day off from work, so the two of them left early to set up the campsite. Since Anne and I work in the same office building, we opted to ride to work together, and afterward head together to the campground.

  On the way, we stopped at a store for some beer to drink on the ride. A little alcohol on an empty stomach can do wonders for making conversation, and sure enough, ours turned quickly to sex. It didn’t take long for us to reveal our mutual interest in swapping.

  What was most important was that we discovered we had all wanted to swap with each other for some time but never had the nerve to do anything about it. Maybe each couple was afraid that if the other couple didn’t want to swap, the friendship would end or would at least be strained.

  Excited now, Anne and I talked about how to pull it off, how to get things started while avoiding any awkwardness. After kicking around a few ideas, we decided on a plan of direct action, taking advantage of the element of surprise. Since there’s no time like the present, we decided to put our plan into effect that very night.

  After dinner, followed by drinks by the fire and hot showers all around, we were ready to call it a night. It was completely dark by the time Anne and I were ready for bed. The men had taken their showers first, and were already in bed in the two tents they had set up earlier, awaiting a night of romance and passion.

  Little did they know!

  After drying off from our showers, Anne and I parted with a “good luck” hug, each heading off—in case you haven’t figured it out!—to the tent where the other’s husband was lying in wait! I watched Anne approach the tent where my husband was waiting eagerly for me. Then I turned, took a deep breath to help steady my nerves, and unzipped the tent that her husband was in.

  I stepped in and set down my bath items. Ron just lay there staring intently at me, wide-eyed with wonder. I zipped up the tent and shut off the flashlight.

  In the darkness, Ron broke the silence by asking, as nonchalantly as he could, “Are you in the wrong tent, or is tonight the night that my dreams will come true?”

  “Well,” I said, “you’ll have to tell me your dreams. Then I can tell you if I’m in the right tent.”

  “My dream,” Ron whispered somewhat nervously, “is to have you in bed with me. To touch you, taste you, smell you. To explore your body with my hands and my tongue. To be inside you, to feel your wetness.”

  “Hmm, that’s very interesting,” I said, while trying to hide both my relief and my excitement. “And in your dream, what do you suppose Anne would be doing in the meanwhile?”

  “I guess I hope,” Ron said, stammering a little, “that she’d be doing exactly the same thing with Ted.”

  “Well, then,” I said, “I would have to say that I’m definitely in the right tent.” With that, I began to peel off my clothes. Almost on cue, Ron speedily stripped off all of his clothes.

  In the pitch dark, I mostly crawled my way to the bed, where I met Ron’s outstretched hands, which guided me to him. I lay down on my back, and his hands began exploring my body. He ran them slowly over my legs, arms, and neck, and finally to my tits and pussy.

  I found Ron’s cock and stroked it lightly. It became even harder. He began to moan softly, and I knew he was ready to fuck me. I opened my legs even more, and he fingered my clit, spreading my wetness.

  I wanted him inside me as bad as he wanted to be in me. I put both hands on his hips and tugged him gently toward me. I maintained a light grip on his cock as he positioned himself between my opened legs. Then I guided his cock into my cunt. He slid it in, inch after inch, as deep as it could go.

  “Oh, God, your cock feels great,” I moaned as he thrust against my wet pussy.

  “You feel better than I could ever imagine,” he whispered in my ear as he kissed my neck, face, and mouth. While continuing his deep thrusts, he found my tits and began kissing and sucking my nipples.

  I squirmed in pleasure as he pumped away at my pussy. I gripped his ass, feeling his muscles—and felt my orgasm building. He pumped his cock in and out of me while he sucked my nipples. He was breathing faster and heavier.

  “Oh, don’t stop, Ron!” I urged. “Just keep going! Keep going!”

  “I’m going to come,” he gasped between breaths.

  “I know,” I gasped back. “I am, too. Keep going. Keep on fucking me.”

  “I’m there,” Ron panted. “I’m coming now!”

  At that instant an incredible orgasm began to wash over me. I squeezed Ron’s ass cheeks reflexively and held my breath. My pussy pulsed as I felt his cock explode deep in me.

  “Oh, good God,” he sputtered. His pumping finally came to a stop. “That felt great! Wow, that was great!” He was gasping for breath.

  “Yeah, it sure was,” I responded in a dreamlike state, enjoying the last bit of my orgasm.

  Ron laid gently on top of me, his pulsing cock slowing to a stop. He held me and kissed my neck, then my face and lips. We lay there for a while, savoring the moment and the sensations we shared. Eventually Ron withdrew his cock and lay down next to me. He pulled me close to him. I rested my head on his chest, and he cupped my ass with his hand.

  “Okay,” he said, “whose idea was this?”

  “Well,” I said, “according to what I’ve been told, it was everyone’s idea.”

  “Huh?” he said.

  “Anne and I happened to piece it together,” I said. “Don’t be afraid to thank us.”

  “Oh, really?” he said. “If that’s the case, I think I’m going to start thanking you right now. Since I’m sure your pussy tastes as good as it feels, you’re going to get thanked a lot.”

  Ron positioned himself between my legs, and his tongue quickly found my pussy. I heard a light slurping sound as he sucked and licked me.

  I lay there savoring the sensations. “Oh, Ron,” I said, “you are so welcome. Hmm, nothing like a grateful man.”

  He didn’t interrupt his sucking and licking to answer me.

  “Well, my goodness, you really are appreciative, aren’t you?” I whispered playfully.

  The next morning over breakfast, the four of us talked about our plans for the day—and about last night. Since swapping was something we didn’t do except willingly, we agreed it could only continue if everyone was okay, meaning no guilt, remorse, or misgivings.

  Much to my relief, we decided that we all wished to continue our new hobby. During the day we made time to be alone with our spouses to have heart-to-heart talks just to be sure. That night we turned in early, pairing off like the night before.

  On Sunday we packed up for the trip home. Before going our separate ways, we promised to get together again soon.

  When I met Anne for lunch on Monday, she was her bubbly self. A good sign, I thought. Talking over lunch, she told me that Ron and she had fucked like animals that night. She went on to say that they shared details of what they had done in bed with Ted and me.

  I smiled at a vision of Ted fucking me while I told him about how I’d sucked Ron’s cock. I guess my smile was a dead giveaway.

  “You too, huh!” Anne exclaimed. We both laughed like schoolgirls.

  “Okay,” she said, “I know of a lakeside resort a few hours’ drive away. Ron and I stayed there last year for a weekend. It was great! Just imagine, Denise, they have adjoining rooms, too!”

  “Sounds good to me,” I said. “I know Ted’ll go for it. So why don’t you go ahead and make reservations? I
know we can be free two weeks from this week.”

  “That’s perfect,” Anne gushed. “I bet Ron’ll start packing tonight!”

  Those two weeks passed quickly, with other commitments filling the days and hot sex filling the nights. But we knew we wouldn’t get to spend another night with Anne and Ron until we got to the resort. So anticipation was running high.

  After those anxious two weeks, the Friday of our departure finally arrived. We left home under clear skies, a good sign for being able to lie in the sun upon arrival. We arrived at midday and checked in. When we got to our rooms, the first thing we did was to unlock the door that joined them.

  We changed and headed to the beach. We had drinks and snacks and soaked up the sun. When it began to drop, we packed up and headed back to our rooms.

  “I think I’ll take a shower before dinner,” I said to no one in particular. “I’ll feel better getting this tanning oil off of me.”

  “Great idea, Denise,” Anne said. “I have beach sand where it doesn’t belong.” She laughed. “You guys cleaning up when we’re done? That place we want to go for dinner doesn’t take reservations, and they get busy around six.”

  “Yeah, we’ll be ready,” Ron said. “Holler when you’re done with the shower.”

  I fished through my travel bag for clean panties, shampoo, and my hair drier. I looked through the door between the rooms and noticed Ron watching me. He smiled, and I smiled back. I winked, and he nodded slightly, then went back to nonchalantly watching TV.

  I went into the bathroom, set my items on the sink counter, and set the shower to a coolish temp. I slipped out of my bathing suit and towel wrap and stepped in the shower. The water was invigorating and refreshing after the time I’d spent baking in the hot sun.

  My thoughts turned to Ron. Was he going to visit me in the shower? Was he thinking of tonight and the sex we were going to have? Or was he just being the great guy that he is, trying to put me at ease, as the sexual tension was undeniable?