Letters to Penthouse XXIV

by Penthouse International

  Thank you, Penthouse Letters! You’ve provided an outlet for our very special confessions! We hope other people find solace in the understanding we impart to all of you out there who live and love secretly, as we do!

  —R.S., Canton, Ohio

  THIS COUPLE PROVES THAT A FRIEND IN NEED IS A POTENTIAL SEX PARTNER

  When my wife Arlene and I have sex we usually talk about our fantasies. One of my favorites revolves around my wife’s friend Jeanette who’s always saying that her husband won’t have sex with her. She also tells my wife how much she loves to suck cock but always says that her husband won’t let her suck his. The other day they got into a fight because she wanted to fuck and he didn’t, so she stopped by to talk to my wife about what happened.

  We were sitting at the dining room table—they were talking and I was just reading the newspaper—when Jeanette turned and asked me if I thought there was anything wrong with her. I told her that from what I could see there wasn’t. She asked what I meant, so I said that I’ve never seen her naked but I found her very sexy. Frankly I think the problem is with her husband, not her.

  Jeanette agreed with me. “What kind of guy would turn down a girl who wants to suck him off?” she asked to no one in particular. “I just love to suck cock. I could do it for hours but he doesn’t even let me near his prick. Not for a second.” She started to sound really depressed. “I just don’t know what’s wrong. I guess I just don’t satisfy him anymore. Maybe I’m not even any good at sucking cock.” She looked like she was about to burst into tears.

  I told her I couldn’t imagine that someone who likes doing something so much wouldn’t be good at it—

  especially sucking cock. After asking my wife if I could be completely honest with the two of them, I told Jeanette that I’d fuck her without thinking twice about it and that there are probably plenty of people that would fuck her as well. I even added that I know at least one woman who’d want to sleep with her too.

  Jeanette answered, “I can’t get my husband to fuck me and you’re telling me that you know a girl who would want to do me? Yeah, right.” She finally asked, “So where’s this friend?”

  I looked at her and said, “Right next to you. I’m talking about Arlene!”

  Jeanette looked at Arlene, who said, “Don’t get mad, but it’s true. We talk about you a lot and I really do find you very attractive. You turn me on and we’ve both wanted you for a long time. We just didn’t want to lose you as a friend by telling you the truth.”

  Jeanette replied, “You two better watch it. I haven’t been laid in so long I might just call your bluff!” Then she pulled out her cell because she had to make a quick phone call.

  As it turned out, she called her husband to ask him if he’d fuck her if she came right home. We couldn’t hear what he was saying but by the way she was talking he must have said something like, “Is fucking all you think about?” She told him she wouldn’t talk about it all the time if he would just fuck her once in a while. She then said if he didn’t want to fuck her, she’d find someone who would fuck her. He must have said something really rude, because she said, “Oh, you don’t think anyone would fuck me?”

  She covered the receiver and asked my wife if she could say that there was someone here that wanted to fuck her and that person was me. She asked me to go along with her and say, “Yes,” loud enough so her husband could hear. She told him she was sure there was someone who would like to have her suck his cock, and he just might fuck her afterward, too. I cleared my throat so she looked my way and pointed at me to say I wanted to fuck her. She asked her husband one last time if he’d fuck her and said, “You better decide now because I’m sitting right here looking at a cock I’d like to suck.”

  She then asked me if I’d fuck her after she sucked my cock, and I said yes. She told her husband, “I guess you were wrong, because this guy sitting right here wants me to suck him and fuck him.” She leaned over to my wife and asked, “Were you serious about wanting to fuck me?” When my wife told her we were dead serious about it, she told her husband that she had to go because she had a cock to suck, adding, “I’ll tell you about it when I get home.”

  I walked around to where Arlene and Jeanette were sitting and gave my wife a kiss. She grabbed my cock through my pants and asked Jeanette if she wanted to see it. Jeanette nodded her head and my wife unbuttoned my pants, pulled the zipper down, stuck her hand inside and pulled out my prick.

  “What do you think, Jean?” she asked. “Do you like what you see? Do you want to touch it?”

  Jeanette’s eyes grew wide, like she hadn’t seen a real cock in years. “Oh yes,” was all she could say before reaching over and stroking it. Pulling me closer, she asked my wife if she could take a little taste. Without waiting for an answer, she took me in her mouth and swallowed me down. She let me out of her mouth and told Arlene that my cock tasted real good.

  When she asked Arlene if she would help her suck it, my wife came over and started sucking me while Jeanette licked my balls. We all stood up and started to get completely undressed. Arlene suggested that we go to the bedroom, but I told her to wait a few minutes. I sat her down in one of the kitchen chairs and told Jeanette to sit up on the edge of the counter and spread her legs. Finally the pussy I’d been wanting for so long was sitting right there in front of my face—just like my dinner had been earlier in the evening! I decided I was ready for dessert, so I leaned forward and began to lick her pussy and suck her clit.

  My wife got down between my legs and sucked my cock while I ate Jeanette out and played with her tits. Running her fingers through my hair, Jeanette breathlessly asked me to put my cock in her pussy because her husband hadn’t fucked her in over a year and a half. It was exciting and sort of touching that she needed to ride my cock badly. I was more than happy to oblige!

  The counter edge she sat on was the perfect height for me to work my cock into her. It wasn’t long before I had her moaning and begging me to fuck her harder and harder. As she lay back on the counter my wife began to play with her tits, sucking on them and massaging the soft, pink flesh. Becoming swept up in the situation, half-concentrating on what I was doing and half-grateful that it was finally happening, I began fucking Jeanette with a combination of tender and powerful thrusts.

  Jeanette looked up at Arlene and the two of them began kissing softly and slowly. It was beautiful because nothing turns me on more than two women kissing each other with lots of tongue. The only time Jeanette broke off their kisses was to scream that she was coming. For a second I began to worry about the neighbors hearing us, because she actually started screaming for me to fuck her faster and harder, just like in a porn flick. My worst fear came true when I heard a knock on the door.

  My wife told us to hold it down for a minute while she went to the door and checked who it was. Just like I thought, it was the husband of the couple who lives upstairs from us. From our spot in the kitchen I could see Toby trying to lean his head in so he could see what was going on, but Arlene did a good job of blocking his view. Toby stayed at the door for a few minutes longer than he should have, and Jeanette wasn’t helping matters by dropping to her knees and sucking my cock while he was there. I managed a nonchalant wave from the kitchen while Arlene told Toby we were just watching the TV too loud. I could tell he wasn’t buying it, but luckily he left soon afterward.

  Jeanette had definitely told the truth about how good she is at sucking cock, because not too long after my wife closed and locked the front door I started to come. When she felt me start to spurt, she pulled me close to her so I could come in her mouth. She kept it all in and gave Arlene a deep kiss, spitting some of my ejaculate into her mouth. Like I said, I love seeing two women kiss, especially after one has just finished blowing me!

  We’ve continued having good times with Jeanette, and she’s stopped complaining to her husband that he won’t fuck her. As long as I’m the one who benefits, it wouldn’t bother me if he never fucks Jeanette again!

 
; —J.H., Chicago, Illinois

  TWO FEMALE FRIENDS THROW HIM A POOL PARTY HE’LL NEVER FORGET

  I’d just put my wife Anna on a plane for a month-long artists’ retreat in Europe. The prospect of a sexless July didn’t make me happy, so as I left the airport with her best friend Theresa, she suggested we drive over to this girl Maria’s house for a swim. I hesitated because Maria had been after me for a while and even though I was attracted to her, I knew that if I did anything about it Theresa would tell Anna and Anna would be royally pissed. With Theresa as chaperone I could just jump into the pool and swim my cares away while anticipating Anna’s return.

  It wasn’t easy controlling my lust at Maria’s house, especially with her and Theresa jiggling around in their skimpy bikinis. Maria is petite but she’s the proverbial thin-waisted little girl with big tits. Her long, dirty-blonde hair, big blue eyes and 35-22-32 body make her hard to resist. Theresa’s certainly no slouch either, with her flowing black hair, green eyes and head-turning 38-26-38 figure.

  I can’t swim, and the girls talked and giggled as I was treading water. They seemed to be talking about me but when I asked them what was so funny they just blew me off and said, “Girl talk, you know?” Eventually their voices became louder as they challenged each other with, “You first,” followed by, “No, you first,” all the while laughing and checking me out.

  Finally, Theresa said, “Oh fuck it.” She stood by the edge of the pool and stripped her bikini off. Standing there nude as the day she was born, Theresa was even sexier than I’d imagined. Her twenty-three-year-old tits were firm with big, dark areolae, and her shaved cunt revealed pouty pussy lips. She gave me a healthy eyeful before she dove into the water.

  Almost immediately Maria shed her bikini, revealing tiny nipples and a bushy crotch before she dove in too. I didn’t know whether to laugh, shit or go blind as they swam directly toward me. They arrived at the same time, splashing me before Theresa squealed, “Anna says he’s ticklish . . .”

  That was true. I’m very ticklish, and the girls didn’t spare me as they tickled my neck, underarms, sides and stomach. I had to retaliate, tickling them in return. Could I help it if I accidentally grabbed a breast here or a buttock there? Of course not! We were all laughing loudly until Maria said, “I want you two to know how hot this is making me.”

  Maria grabbed her breasts in both hands and started playing with her nipples, the only sound the light, soft breeze rustling in the nearby trees. In the silence I ogled Theresa and Maria standing in front of me with their naked breasts floating on the water, their hair plastered to their skin, their eyes reflecting the sun. I’d never been so turned on in my life, until I noticed they were staring down at my erection. I was so hard that the tip of my dick had popped out of the top of my Speedos. Theresa’s hand dropped beneath the water’s surface and groped the tip of my prick. She put on a fake pout and said, “Oh, it looks like it misses Anna. We’ll help you forget her, won’t we, Maria?”

  “You bet,” Maria giggled as she brushed her hair from her face and lifted her arms up high over her head, pulling her perky tits out of the water. Theresa pulled my waistband and I stepped out of my trunks. Theresa tossed them onto the edge of the pool, where they landed with a thwack. She kissed me, pressing her tongue deep into my mouth, swirling it around mine. I reached for her but she swam away to Maria and French-kissed her. “Mmmm,” Maria moaned in Theresa’s mouth. “I can taste Kevin’s tongue on yours. Let me taste your tongue on Kevin’s.”

  Maria breast-stroked to me, wrapped her legs around my hips and put her arms over my shoulders, licking her lips before plunging her tongue into my mouth. Her nipples jutted out into two half-inches of rosy glory poking into my chest. She bobbed lightly up and down in the water, rubbing her muff against my belly as the top of my erection stroked her pussy and ass cheeks.

  I felt Theresa stroking my shaft with one hand while the other probed Maria’s belly. Her fingertip found Maria’s clit while her knuckle teased the base of my cock. Theresa put her head between Maria’s and mine so we could share a warm, wet kiss. All of a sudden my wife was forgotten.

  Dropping my own hands underwater I stroked Maria’s asshole and fondled Theresa’s nipples. Maria arched back in the water as Theresa kissed me. Maria turned her head and sucked Theresa’s stiff nubbins after I guided her breasts to Maria’s waiting mouth. My cock was still throbbing against Theresa’s palm and Maria’s pussy. Theresa removed her finger from Maria’s glistening clit and guided my shaft into her cunt. It took several gentle strokes for Maria’s lips to open fully, but it was well worth the wait when I felt her spongy tightness caressing my prick. Maria let out a long, loud moan as I penetrated her. “This is so sexy,” Theresa whispered in my ear.

  “I need to taste your clit, baby,” Maria groaned. “The only way I’ll be able to come is if I have the taste of your pussy in my mouth.” Gently bobbing Maria up and down on my cock, I advanced us to the steps in the shallow end of the pool. I stood on the first step so my cock was level with the water’s surface and my body could float under Theresa as she stood on the second step. Theresa straddled Maria and lowered her pussy lips onto Maria’s face while supporting her head with one hand and massaging her clit, now jutting above the water, with the other. Maria held Theresa’s waist as the big raven-haired beauty leaned forward so I could suck her tits.

  We settled into a steady rhythm with Maria gently floating as I bucked into her pussy and Theresa pumped lightly onto her face. Gradually we increased our speed, splashing water and breathing heavily. I felt Maria’s cunt muscles constricting around my cock as her legs rested on my hips. Suddenly she screamed and an orgasm shook her tiny body. Soon Theresa watched the orgasmic look on Maria’s face and shoved her hand under the water. Splashing water mixed with the sound of her muffled scream as she thrashed against my dick, spraying us all.

  In a few seconds she calmed, though her pussy still jerked against my cock, and Theresa lifted her hand back above the water. Maria moaned lightly with every breath and extracted herself from my prick. “Now it’s my turn,” Theresa cooed as she grabbed my shaft. “Your prick is so warm. Let me taste Maria’s come on your dick.”

  Theresa floated to her knees on the step and swallowed me. I pumped, almost ready to come, but Theresa said, “Not yet, Kevin. First I have to let Maria taste her juice and your dick in my mouth. Then I want you to fuck me.”

  Theresa put her tongue into Maria’s mouth as she leaned against the edge of the pool. Then Maria reached over to me and cupped my balls in her hand, guiding me to sit on the steps of the pool myself. As they kissed, Theresa slid her pussy down onto my cock so I could fuck her from behind. She leaned back against my shoulder and turned her head so we could kiss.

  Maria settled herself on the steps below and licked Theresa’s clit and my shaft as I thrust into her. I couldn’t hold myself back any longer and plunged into Theresa balls-deep as I came. Seconds later, the combination of my cock and Maria’s tongue brought Theresa to a climax as well. I pumped wad after wad of come inside her until I was spent. Each time I thrust myself into her I pushed my tongue into her mouth. Maria said, “Now I get to taste Theresa’s and Kevin’s come!”

  She eased my still-hard cock from Theresa’s honeypot and sucked me dry as Theresa stood above me and licked up the come running down her thighs. It wasn’t long before we collapsed into the water and I realized that they were right: I had forgotten about Anna!

  —K.L., Los Angeles, California

  WHILE HER TRUCKER HUSBAND IS AWAY, SHE FINDS A NEW GOOD BUDDY

  Paula was twenty-five and married and I was thirty-eight and divorced when my friend David introduced us at a singles’ bar. Paula’s husband Joseph was a trucker who she said completely ignored her. Since David was fifty-seven, Joseph (who was the same age) had entrusted him with his much younger wife. Though she seemed kind of full of herself for someone studying to be a schoolteacher, Paula and I hit it off from the start. She wore her brunette hair in
a country, school-marm sort of way. Not until she asked me to dance did I notice the fullness of her lips, which seemed made for kissing and sucking cock, but not necessarily in that order.

  She’d stayed glued to me for the remainder of the evening, preventing this self-proclaimed shark from trolling the nightclub in search of available meat. I got no pussy from her, naturally, nor a phone number from anyone else.

  A few days later I got a semi-urgent phone call from David—semi-urgent in the sense that there had been no need to call 911. Considering he’d had a heart transplant, I’d learned not to take such calls lightly, so I went to his place immediately. Upon arriving, I’d found nothing unusual but David watching TV, though the smirk on his face did tell me that he was up to something.

  Paula walked in not five minutes later. She said, “Thanks for making me feel so special Wednesday night.” In my mind I’d doubted my romanticism, more so than the hard-on she’d probably felt when we danced. For some reason she’d seemed antsy to leave, so I walked her to her car, only to talk with her for another hour. Because of the small, gossipy town we lived in, we dared not risk kissing outside, especially in broad daylight. “Are we going dancing again Wednesday?” she asked just before she left.

  And go dancing we did, the three of us in David’s new Cadillac, which I drove. David loves being chauffeured, almost as much as Paula liked sitting up front with me, holding hands.

  Once we reached the dance floor, I found myself listening to the finer details of Paula’s sexual disenchantment. “I love my husband, and I don’t mind giving him blowjobs on weekends when he’s home,” she’d confided, “but I could use some romance as well.” Having at that point only known her for a week, I pondered her sexual willingness. Could I give her the romance she craved? The possibilities seemed endless.