Letters to Penthouse XIX

by Penthouse International

  I didn’t understand how that was possible. But I didn’t have time to think about it, because at that instant Myrna, still looking into the camera, said, “Honey, I love you. Enjoy!” She then scooted to the center of the bed and motioned for the guys to join her.

  My pump was primed and ready, and I was very excited, knowing that my fantasy was about to be fulfilled. The two actors, whose names were Burt and Lee, quickly stripped and climbed on the bed with Myrna, while the producer evidently stayed behind the camera.

  I was surprised again when I heard Burt say, “Come on, darling, over on your hands and knees. You know that’s how Lee and I like it.” Obviously this was not their first liaison! In addition, the two men seemed unexpectedly familiar with my wife’s body. They knew exactly where to touch her and which buttons to push to get her excited. After just a few seconds of kissing and nibbling her neck and ears, squeezing and pinching her breasts and nipples, and rubbing and massaging her clit and ass, they had Myrna begging.

  “Come on guys,” she said, “stop teasing. Give it to me! Show my husband what we’ve been up to.”

  Watching my wife being serviced by the two handsome actors was everything I had fantasized it would be. I can’t tell you how turned on I got, seeing her take one cock in her pussy and another in her mouth. The producer’s camera work was spectacular, featuring super close-ups of the two hard shafts driving in and out of her. The two actors showed a lot of stamina, switching ends frequently and holding out for a good fifteen minutes before each of them in turn blasted his seed deep inside my sweetie’s pussy, giving her several strong orgasms in the process.

  When they had finished, we had to hurry back to the fair, because the men had to put on another show. They went through the same routine as before, pretending not to know Myrna and picking her from the crowd to play a part in the scene they were doing. This time she took me with her, telling me that I could see a lot more from backstage.

  She wasn’t kidding, either!

  Myrnas part was that of a damsel in distress who had been kidnapped by the villain. They gave her a silly hat and a baggy dress to put on over her clothes, and on cue she was supposed to stick her head out of a window at the audience and scream, then be pulled back in by the bad guy.

  I followed Myrna around the back of the stage. She went directly to the window, where Burt was waiting with the costume. As she pulled the dress or over her head, he undid her jeans and with remarkable speed pushed them down, along with her panties. She then spun around, bent forward and braced herself on the window sill. He quickly freed his hard cock and slid it right in her wet love canal.

  It was a bizarre, wanton scene, with Burt furiously pounding into Myrna, racing to finish in the few minutes they had before it was time for her to do her scream. When the time came, Myrna pushed her head out the window right on cue, but it was obvious to me, if not to the audience, that her scream was one of orgasmic pleasure rather than distress. Actually, now that I thought of it, it was the same scream she’d emitted during the first show! Which explained how she’d managed to have a pussy full of semen without me knowing about it.

  By the time we got home I was anxious to add my deposit to Myrna’s sperm bank, but she wanted to talk about what had happened. She told me how on the first night of the fair, the actors had come in the restaurant where she works and tried to pick her up. She flirted with them, but when they got serious, she had told them she would only be interested if her husband could watch.

  That’s when they cooked up their little scheme to surprise me. Only Burt didn’t want to wait, and after the others had gone, he suggested that she make it with him right away. They would tape it so I could watch it later.

  “Well, one thing led to another,” Myrna told me, “and before I knew it, I was in his motel room, having sex with him on videotape. After that I went to bed with all three of them, and we’ve been partying all week. I’ve felt deliciously wicked, coming home to you every night with their semen still sloshing around inside me.”

  With that, she went to a drawer and pulled out a videocassette. “Honey, there’s plenty here to keep you playing with yourself for hours,” she said. “This is the guys’ last night in town, and I want to spend it with them.” I started to protest, but she cut me off, saying, “Listen, honey, the guys promised to fulfill a special fantasy of my own tonight. Don’t worry, we’ll get everything on tape for you. I plan on being really nasty tonight. You’ll love it, I promise.”

  To be honest, when I had suggested bringing other men into our relationship, I hadn’t meant for Myrna to be going out alone. But since she had been so sweet about surprising me and fulfilling my fantasy, I figured she had earned a night of pleasure for herself—especially since I would get to watch it later.

  After she left, I settled down to look at the tape she’d left me. It turned out to be nearly three hours of her and the three guys from the show—the actors, Burt and Lee, plus the producer—pleasuring themselves endlessly over the course of the past week.

  It started with each of the men taking a turn with Myrna, one at a time over three successive nights. The camera was evidently on a tripod, so there was no camera movement, but there was plenty of sex, in a variety of positions. This was followed by a session with all three men, in which one of them held the camera, moving around to get the best shots, while Myrna screwed either one or both of the others. Then they would switch places.

  The entire tape was fantastic, but my favorite part was the very first night with Burt, maybe because it was the first time Myrna had been with another man, and she was a little unsure of herself, although obviously eager. When the scene started she was lying on the bed, still wearing her cute waitress uniform, while Burt adjusted the camera. She looked so sweet and nervous, I couldn’t help feeling intense love for her.

  Burt soon joined her on the bed, still fully clothed. He put his hand on her stomach and began massaging his way upward. Myrna drew in her breath sharply, but she didn’t do anything to stop him.

  “Oh God, Burt,” she breathed, “this is the first time I’ve done anything like this, you know.”

  Burt’s hand kept moving. “It’s okay,” he assured her. “Remember, you’re doing this for your husband. He wants you to do it. He wants to see you letting me squeeze your sexy tits—like this.” As he said that, his hand closed over one breast, then moved to the other, firmly kneading the soft orbs and tweaking Myrna’s nipples through her clothes.

  Myrna took a deep breath and moaned softly, then laid her head back and relaxed her body, allowing Burt to fondle her sensitive mounds to his heart’s content. Her state of arousal increased quickly, and it wasn’t long before she was whimpering and moving closer to him. Her lips sought out his, and their mouths locked in a long, passionate French kiss.

  As the kiss lingered, Burt tilted Myrna toward him, then reached behind her and pulled down the zipper at the back of her uniform. With their tongues still exploring in each other’s mouth, Myrna shrugged her shoulders forward, then lifted her rear end, helping the actor slide the garment down over her body and off. She also made no resistance as he unhooked her brassiere and pulled it away from her breasts.

  When their kiss broke, Burt looked her boldly up and down. “God, Myrna, you’re a fine piece of work,” he said huskily. “I don’t know what possessed your husband to want to share you, but am I ever glad he wants to! You really are one beautiful, sexy woman.”

  Myrna didn’t respond to this. But the wanton smile on her face said everything that was necessary.

  Burt’s hand now moved down her body and slipped inside the waistband of her panties. Her legs opened as if automatically. She gasped and humped her pelvis as his fingers reached their mark. It was fascinating to see my wife wiggling and moaning, knowing that the passion she was experiencing was produced by another man’s hand probing and exploring the warm, wet folds of her most private female flesh.

  A few seconds later, Burt tugged Myrna’s lacy panties off, then s
lid down and put his mouth where his fingers had been. She allowed him to push her thighs wide open, then began rocking her head from side to side and whimpering loudly as Burt flicked his tongue along her slit. He gave her pussy a thorough tongue-lashing, probing deep in her vagina and nibbling and sucking her clit exquisitely.

  Once he had her really hot, he pushed her legs up to her chest and began to burrow his tongue as deep as it would go in both her love hole and her sweet little rectum. I’d never seen her come harder. Her entire pelvis shook, and she couldn’t catch her breath for a good thirty seconds as her orgasm just seemed to go on and on, until she screamed out like never before.

  The whole thing was incredible to watch. I could only imagine how good it must have felt to do.

  As Myrna sprawled out on the bed, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, Burt tore off his clothes. Returning to the bed, he coaxed her over on all fours and moved to enter her from behind. She was so wet and relaxed that he had no trouble sliding right in her, burying his hard shaft all the way inside her with one easy push.

  Myrna’s face lit up with a sexual glow that seemed to transform her as her womanhood was stretched and filled by a cock other than mine for the first time since we’d met. She cooed with delight and rocked back to meet each of the handsome actor’s deep, penetrating thrusts as he held her by the hips and pumped in her with long, smooth, rhythmic strokes. The room was quickly filled with the sounds of moans and grunts, squeaking bedsprings and the sloshing noise that an excited pussy makes when a big, hard cock pistons in and out of it.

  They were going at it so hot and heavy that I knew it wasn’t going to last long. And sure enough, after about five minutes, Burt yelled out and jerked violently several times while he emptied the contents of his balls deep inside my wife’s pussy. She screamed out too as the flood of semen sent her over the brink of orgasm.

  The segment ended abruptly after that and cut then to the following night, when the producer was the next one to sample my wife’s treasures. I whacked off four times watching the tape, and finally fell asleep while going through it a second time.

  I watch the tapes all the time now, and they never fail to make me as stiff as a poker. Nothing like that has happened since then, because Myrna still won’t take a chance with any of the local men. However, she acts very coy whenever I mention next year’s fair. So here’s hoping that I’ll have something new to tell you about after that!—Name and address withheld

  WANT TO SPICE UP YOUR MARRIAGE? HOW ABOUT SEDUCING A DELIVERY GUY?

  It was about six o’clock on a warm, rainy spring night. I had just gotten out of a long, hot bath when there was a knock at the door. I threw my robe on and went to look through the peephole.

  All I could see was a shirt with some kind of stitching on it. I opened the door and found a tall, dark-haired man in his late twenties wearing a deliveryman’s uniform. The name stitched on his shirt was “Freddy.” It turned out that he was looking for my next-door neighbors. I told him they were on vacation, and he asked if I would sign for the package. I said yes. When he brought it inside and I saw how good-looking he was, I invited him to stay for a glass of lemonade, since it was raining out.

  He sat down on the couch while I went in my bedroom to get dressed. I deliberately didn’t close the bedroom door all the way. I knew that if I stood in front of my closet, he could see my reflection in the mirror on my dresser as he sat on the couch. I was pretty sure he would be watching me. A glance at the mirror told me I was right.

  Pretending to be unaware of his gaze, I slid my robe off to reveal my pouty 34B breasts and my ever-so-slim waist. I picked up my hairbrush and brushed my long dishwater-blonde hair for a few minutes as I stood there. When I stole another glance at the mirror, I saw him staring at my naked body, looking like an overheated dog. His tongue was nearly hanging out of his mouth.

  I moved to the dresser then and got a pair of cutoff jean shorts from a drawer. I leaned over so he could get a good look at my dangling breasts. I put the shorts on but left my breasts bare while I put my hair up in a ponytail. He was almost drooling, grabbing his crotch through his pants, and he was so focused on my tits that he never noticed that I was watching him watch me.

  Finally I pulled on a flimsy white T-shirt. It was so thin that my hard nipples were practically bursting through the front. You could actually make out the color of my areolae! But I didn’t see any problem with that. My plan was to turn this man on, and this seemed the perfect way.

  When I came out of the bedroom, I passed so close to the couch that my long blonde hair brushed the side of Freddy’s face as I walked to the kitchen for the lemonade. I invited him to follow me, but he didn’t get up right away. I had the feeling he was afraid I would see that his cock was already erect inside his khaki pants!

  I took two glasses out of the cabinet and poured some lemonade in them. By the time I had poured the second glass, Freddy was standing behind me, and when I turned to give him his glass, I saw that he was still somewhat hard. I gave him a knowing smile, and he kind of shrank back against the refrigerator in embarrassment.

  “Don’t worry,” I told him. “It’s no big deal. I saw you watching me while I was getting dressed. Did you enjoy it? Well, obviously you did. You looked like you wanted to paw me like a dog in heat. That’s all right, I’m used to men looking at me. And touching me too. Do you want to touch me now? Go ahead. If you want me, take me!”

  That did it. He pushed me back against the counter, pressing his hard, tanned body against me. He kissed me hotly. His breath was like steam in a sauna, and our tongues clashed wildly. When he broke the kiss, he lifted me onto the kitchen table and sat down on a chair in front of me. Then he spread my legs so that my crotch was practically in his face.

  He reached between my legs and ran a fingertip down over the outline of my pussy through my shorts. Then he unsnapped my shorts and pulled them down to reveal my throbbing cunt. He ran his palms up my thighs to my waist, then pulled off my shirt. He threw it on the floor with my shorts, and sat there staring at my breasts for a bit before he touched them. It was almost as if he had never seen a naked woman before.

  Then, giving me a wicked smile, he dipped one finger in his lemonade glass and rubbed the liquid gently over my nipples. He began to blow on them, until they stood at attention even more. Then he began to suck the lemonade off them. Meanwhile he crammed two fingers from his other hand in my juicy hole, and in a minute I was practically screaming in orgasm.

  Once I had come, he went down on me like a submarine about to attack the enemy. I was enjoying what he was doing to me, and hoped he wouldn’t stop too soon. He didn’t. After I had another climax, I reached down to pull his shirt off. This revealed a very hairy chest, just the way I like it. His chest muscles were tight and hard, like the rest of his body.

  He stood up to remove his jeans, and I was glad to help him drop those suckers so I could have an excuse to go down on my knees and get that cock in my mouth. I stroked his seven-incher with my tongue while I fondled his balls with my fingertips. He moaned loudly. I licked all over his cockhead and fucked the little slit with my tongue. That must have put him over the edge. He took a step back and came in torrents.

  I was enjoying our fuckfest a great deal, but something was bothering me. I didn’t know what it was until I looked up at the clock and realized that it was time for my husband to come home. If he walked in right now, he would catch me in the act with this gorgeous stranger. Oh well, I thought—what the hell, you only live once! Anyway, didn’t I have proof that my husband was doing his secretary? So, fuck on!

  Freddy turned me around and bent me over the table, with my ass only a few inches from his cock. I figured that he was going to do me up the butt. Instead, he dropped to the floor and began licking my asshole. His tongue flicked rapidly in and out of my hole until I was almost ready to come again.

  Then he buried his face in my vagina, rubbing it against my clit and bobbing his tongue in and out of my pussy
until I couldn’t stand it anymore. I came in his mouth with a delighted scream, just as my husband came through the door! Now, my husband is not the type to be easily surprised. He just walked in the kitchen, grabbed a beer and went to take a shower!

  We waited a few minutes to see if he would do anything. When we heard the shower going, we just continued with our fun and games. Freddy got off his knees and stood behind me. I felt the head of his cock probing my asshole. I pushed back at him, and in a minute he shoved his whole seven-inch dick in my ass. He pumped it repeatedly in my narrow passage, harder and harder. He was moaning and panting, “Oh yeah, that hole is so tight, oh yeah!”

  Then he stopped moving. I thought he had come in my ass. But apparently not. He pulled out and crammed his dripping dick in my juicy vagina. He thrust his thickness in me again and again, until I once again screamed with joy, and then went limp.

  I heard the shower turn off as Freddy shot in me. He got himself together quickly and pulled his clothes on, and by the time my husband came out of the bathroom he was gone. But I was still crawling around the kitchen floor, gathering my clothes. My ass was up in the air as my husband came in the kitchen in his robe.

  When he saw me, he took the robe off. His dick was erect. It was the first time in months his cock had gotten hard for me, and the sight still made my mouth water. I stayed where I was as he walked up to me and stuck his cock in my mouth. I sucked on him eagerly. He began pumping my face.

  “I guess I’m as kinky as you are,” he said. “I was watching that guy fuck you through the crack in the bathroom door, and it really turned me on.”

  With that, he pulled his rod out of my mouth and laid me down on the floor. He started by placing his cock between my breasts, pushing them together and fucking them until he was close to coming. Then he moved down between my legs and crammed his swollen prick in my throbbing pussy, which was already full of another man’s come. He thrust his magic wand deep inside me and began to fuck me. He fucked me harder and harder, until all I could do was scream with pleasure. It was a long time since we had fucked like that.