Letters to Penthouse XVIII

by Penthouse International

  That night I prepared to go to bed a bit early. I decided to give Brian a surprise, and trimmed my pussy very close. After a shower, I slipped into a robe and went to join him. He was pleasantly surprised when I knelt before him. I unzipped his fly and reached in to free his cock. It started to come to life as I stroked and licked him. Once he was nice and hard, I opened my robe and lay back before him.

  Brian went down on me right away. Then, remembering something from a letter, I asked, “Would you eat me like this after my lover fucked me?” His answer was to eat me with more gusto. With his newfound oral talent, he brought me off twice. Then he mounted me, not even bothering to take his clothes off. Being so wet, he slid right in with positive results the first time.

  I tried again. This time I asked, “How does it feel to have sloppy seconds?”

  He said, “You’re so loose, he must’ve had some cock.”

  Again remembering the letters, I replied, “Oh yes, long and thick, very thick.” This led Brian to give it to me harder. He fucked me so hard that I came so intensely, I nearly passed out. Then he filled me up with his semen. We fell asleep in each other’s arms.

  Nothing more was said the next day about our new fantasy. I must have worn Brian out. It was three days later when we next made love. This time Brian introduced our fantasy. He told me about Ron, a tall, well-hung black stud. Every time we made love for the next two weeks, we talked about my fantasy lover. I found myself looking forward to our next adventure in bed.

  Then last Friday when I arrived home from work, there was a note from Brian on the door. With it was a key. All the note said was: “Room 109, Freeway Motel. Your bag is packed on the table. Be there by 8. See you soon. Love, Brian.”

  Sure enough, my overnight bag was packed. Who was I to argue? Closing the door behind me, I was off to the motel, which is about a ten-minute drive. I arrived about half an hour early, which gave me time to freshen up. Brian had packed a nice teddy, but I decided to meet him at the door in my birthday suit.

  At exactly eight, a knock came at the door. Imagine my shock when I opened it and Brian wasn’t there. Instead a tall black man was.

  “Hello,” he said, “I’m Ron. I see you’re expecting me.”

  Ron came in. My knees were so wobbly that I almost fell down. He pulled me to him. His tongue parted my lips. He kissed me as his hands stroked down my back. Not a word was said as we fell on the bed.

  I started to undress him, and soon I was looking at a great body. Most importantly, his cock hung way down. I got on my knees, picked his monster up in both hands and licked the tip. He said to pull back the foreskin. I did, and took the exposed head in my mouth. I sucked it for some time.

  After some great head I spread my legs for Ron, and he rubbed his cock up and down my slit. I had my first orgasm of the night like that. Then he was ready to fuck me. He put his cockhead up to my opening and asked, “Are you ready for my black cock?”

  Silence was my answer. He pushed in slowly. Wow! This was a feeling I should have had before. His cock gradually worked all the way in me. He placed my legs over his shoulders and plowed me hard, with his balls slapping my ass. Bliss was the only way to describe this. He picked up the pace, and finally I felt him explode in me.

  He withdrew his cock with a gentle pop. He started to get dressed, and I did too. As he made his way out the door, he said, “Girl, have your old man call me anytime. I’ll be glad to fuck you for him.”

  I dressed, not bothering to clean Ron off me. He had come so much. Drops of his semen leaked out of me as I pulled on my panties. I looked in the mirror to see my little white titties were covered with hickeys. It was a good thing there was no need to hide anything.

  Back home, Brian was waiting. He greeted me by asking how my day went. He acted as if nothing had happened. We kissed and hugged. Then he ran his hand up under my skirt. He felt my soaked panties.

  “You’ve been with your black boyfriend again,” he said. “Right?”

  I nodded.

  He unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. Then he unbuttoned my blouse. He saw the hickeys and commented on how much fun I must have had. When I was naked, he asked if he could have some too.

  I said, “Of course.”

  As he fucked me, I told him how good Ron’s cock had felt. He seemed to love my story. We spent the whole weekend making love. All that time I was thinking, I hope he calls Ron again, and soon!—M.L., Lexington, Kentucky

  WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOUR WIFE TOLD YOU

  SHE WAS “AN INCIPIENT NYMPHOMANIAC”?

  Kerry and I have been married for eight years. Last year, two years after the birth of our second child, she arranged for us to get away for the weekend to a lakeside cabin owned by a friend of ours. What with me working hard to support our family and Kerry having to care for our young kids, we had had very little time to ourselves, so this weekend was a godsend. But little did I know the extent of what she had in mind.

  To get rid of the extra weight she had gained with her pregnancies, Kerry had spent the previous year seriously exercising and toning her body. The result was that she had developed an incredible figure, with very little body fat. She also got her hair stylishly cut and dyed blonde. In addition, she took a class in makeup, where she learned to accentuate her best features, which include striking blue eyes and a full mouth. To sum up, she had become a knockout. I can’t tell you how many comments I got about her newly improved appearance.

  It was August, and the weather was absolutely beautiful. Kerry’s parents took the kids for the weekend, and we set off for the cabin. That’s when I got the first hint of what was coming. She was wearing a skimpy white sundress that left little to the imagination. It was cut low in the front and back, and the hemline was high on her thighs. It was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

  When we got in the car, she leaned over and gave me a big, deep kiss, then took my hand and slid it up under her dress. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and had shaved off all her pubic hair. I immediately got a huge erection. She smiled wickedly and said that this was going to be a weekend to remember.

  It was difficult for me to concentrate on the three-hour drive to the cabin. My excitement was further intensified when we stopped to pick up some cold drinks and other food supplies at a general store near the cabin. The guys hanging out at the store got a real good look at Kerry’s assets as she bent low over the counter to pay for the food. Then she “accidentally” dropped something on the floor, which she bent over to pick up. I had never known her to be so brazen. Back in the car, when I remarked that she had really put on a show for our new neighbors, she looked at my developing erection and said it seemed to please me.

  When we reached the cabin, Kerry wasted no time making her next move. She immediately undid my pants zipper, pulled out my prick and began to lick and blow me. Now she was no prude, and had always liked to please and to be pleased sexually, but usually she was far more reserved in her techniques. Before I knew it, we were both naked. Of course, she didn’t have much to take off.

  While she continued to blow me, I teased her twat with my tongue. She began to orgasm almost immediately. Soon she was moaning that she needed me to fuck her good and begged me to stay hard as long as I could. Somehow, despite the aroused state she had kept me in for the entire ride up, I was able to keep going for about fifteen minutes. She had a string of orgasms before I climaxed. It was incredible. We had never made love like that before.

  Afterward, we unpacked. Kerry had not brought much in the way of clothes—a sexy lace negligee, a couple of short skirts, a halter top, a see-through blouse, red high-heeled sandals and a string bikini, none of which I had seen before.

  When I observed that she had brought no underwear, she said it was hot, and why bother? She also had brought along some sex toys—a large black dildo, a vibrator, a small steel dildo and some Astroglide. When I expressed my surprise about these new acquisitions, she smiled and said, “I don’t think you’re going to mi
nd.” She proceeded to put on a show for me, using her various toys to stimulate herself and coming off again while I watched.

  I was stunned at her behavior. But I got another hard-on, which led to yet another fuck session. This time she wanted me to screw her in the ass. The Astroglide came in handy for this, and she had another huge orgasm.

  We then showered and had a simple dinner. Afterward, Kerry suggested that we go dancing at a bar near the lake, which had a reputation for being a bikers’ hangout. She put on a short leather skirt and the sheer blouse, which was just slightly less sheer in the breast area. She also put on quite a bit of makeup. It was as though she wanted to make sure that no one would mistake what she was interested in.

  I expressed alarm, saying that she was inviting a gang-bang. She smiled and said, “But I have you for protection,” which wasn’t all that comforting.

  By the time we got to the bar it was around ten. There were five guys and three women in the place in addition to the bartender. There was a jukebox, but no one was dancing. Everyone stared at Kerry as we walked up to the bar. She ordered a gin and tonic, and I ordered a beer. We sat down, but we clearly still had everyone’s attention. We drank and talked.

  Kerry then said that she wanted to dance. She went up to the jukebox, which had mostly older rock numbers, and selected one. Then she began to dance by herself. Her dancing left little to the imagination. I was quite sure that the audience had gotten several long looks at her twat as well as her nipples as she jiggled and gyrated to the music. As for me, I had a hard time minimizing the appearance of my erection.

  Afterward, Kerry ordered another gin and tonic. I was still nursing the same beer. She was not usually much of a drinker, so I suspected that she was trying to give herself a buzz and forget whatever inhibitions she might have left.

  Someone put on a slow song, and two couples began dancing. One of the men who had been drinking alone came up to us. He looked to be in his early twenties, was over six feet tall and was handsome in a rugged way. He asked Kerry to dance. She turned to me inquiringly.

  I just shrugged and said, “It’s your show.” She accepted the invitation.

  They immediately began to dance close together, and the man put his hand on Kerry’s ass. Soon they were moving their bodies together as if they were fucking. It was clear he had a huge erection, and her skirt kept edging upward as he pushed his body into hers.

  To my surprise, when the dance was over, Kerry returned to the table without her partner. When I asked what had happened, she said she had told him that he felt really good but that was all she wanted, “for now.” I didn’t know whether to be perturbed or excited by the “for now” part.

  A minute later another guy asked her to dance. This time it was a fast number, and again she really showed off her body on the dance floor. Again she came back alone. After a while most of the people drifted out. Then we left too.

  Kerry was all aglow. When we got in the car, she pulled down my zipper. Before I knew what was happening, she was giving me a playful blowjob as I drove. About halfway back to the cabin I had to pull off the road. I was about to come. At the last minute she took her mouth away, and I shot my load on the windshield.

  Kerry laughed, then said, “I really do love you, baby, but I am still so fucking horny.” It was then that she told me that she had given the two guys she had danced with directions to our cabin and invited them to meet us there. “Your little wifey wants some variety,” she added, “and hopes her hubby wants to watch.”

  Sure enough, when we got to the cabin the guys were waiting. Kerry went up to them and gave each a long, wet kiss while they squeezed her ass familiarly. She introduced them to me as Tommy and Brett, and we all went in the cabin.

  I broke out some beer, and we sat and talked for a while. But the two guys could hardly keep their eyes off Kerry as she sat across from them, crossing and uncrossing her legs. It was pretty obvious that she was already wet between the legs, anticipating the evening’s activities.

  Finally she said, “Okay, let’s see what you guys really have to offer. Why don’t you strip down?” They didn’t hesitate. They were both noticeably well-hung, although Tommy’s cock (he was the tall one) was a lot thicker than Brett’s. Kerry smacked her lips. She then went down on each of them to bring them to full erection. I just sat and watched, nursing my beer.

  She then led them into the bedroom, motioning me to follow. There she took off her clothes. Their mouths gaped open in appreciation. She positioned Tommy on his back on the bed and wasted no time climbing on top of him. Despite the thickness of his prick, he went in easily. As they began to move back and forth, she told Brett breathlessly that the Astroglide was on the nightstand and that he should put some on his cock. When he had, she motioned for him to enter her ass from behind.

  Soon both Tommy and Brett were pumping away at Kerry, moving in a contrapuntal rhythm in and out of her ass and pussy. She was in ecstasy, twitching and squirming so hard, it was remarkable that they could keep their cocks inside her. This went on for about ten minutes, until Kerry went into a bucking, shouting climax. Brett and Tommy then ejaculated within seconds of each other.

  After several minutes of postcoital hugging and kissing, Kerry asked them to leave, saying that she wanted me all to herself now. When the guys asked when they could come back, she smiled and told them that this had been a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for them, and that they should think about her when they jerked off. They were somewhat disappointed, but still they left smiling, telling me what a hell of a wife I had.

  I was hard as a rock and turned on, but also quite tired. Kerry also was understandably exhausted. After she took a quick shower, we hugged and fell asleep in each other’s arms. By the time I awoke, it was almost eleven in the morning. Kerry was already up. She said that it was a beautiful day and she thought we should go swimming in the lake. She had put on a string bikini that left little to the imagination. We had some juice, toast and coffee and were soon on our way.

  There were only a few other cabins in our vicinity, so we didn’t expect company. The chill water of the lake felt great. After drying ourselves off, we lay down on our blanket. Kerry immediately went for my cock. Her hand went down the front of my trunks and she moved her body against mine, saying she wanted to be fucked right there and then. I undid her skimpy bra top and pulled off her string bottom as she pulled down my trunks.

  As she usually did, she started by giving me a blowjob. She then requested that I eat her out. Her clitoris, which was still sensitive from the fucking she had done the previous day, stuck out boldly, and I sucked and licked it until she came. Then we fucked. When it was over I rolled off her, and it was then we saw that we had audience. Two black guys in their late twenties or early thirties were standing only a few yards away watching.

  When she saw them, Kerry just smiled and said, “I bet you guys liked what you just saw. Well, I wouldn’t mind some more action.” And she lay back and spread her legs.

  They wasted no time. One of the guys, whose cock was already hugely erect, climbed on top of her. The other bent down and dangled his slightly smaller prick over her mouth. She went for it. It hadn’t been much more than a minute since we finished fucking, and here was Kerry giving head to some black stranger and getting fucked by another, and loving it.

  The guys both came quickly, and Kerry had another extraordinary orgasm. Afterward, we sat around and talked, still naked. The guys’ names were Joe and Harry, and it turned out that they didn’t live far from our home. Kerry gave them our phone number and said that they should feel free to call her any time. However, she added, since we had small children and nosy neighbors, any future meetings would have to be discreet. She gave them each a wet kiss as they left, promising to be in touch.

  I was a little shocked by this. I pointed out to Kerry that I obviously was not the jealous type and that I was indeed turned on by her exhibitionism, and even by watching her screwing other guys. But I was surprised that she wo
uld invite strange men into our home.

  Kerry looked in my eyes and said that I was the greatest and she loved me, but that lately she had been feeling sexually insatiable. This weekend so far had been wonderful, but she had been building up to it for months. She had been masturbating three or four times a day at home.

  Then she confessed that she had been getting sex on the side for the last several months, making connections through various swingers’ phone lines. She had had a series of afternoon rendezvous when she could get a babysitter. She was particularly turned on by black men. That’s why she had given those two men her telephone number.

  I didn’t know what to say, but I had to admit that I was aroused as well as surprised by what she told me. I asked her to give me some time to absorb it.

  “Sure, baby,” she said. “And for the rest of the weekend I am only yours. After that we can talk more.”

  Well, Saturday night and Sunday were terrific. We fucked in all sorts of positions. When we went out, Kerry continued to create quite a scene but didn’t get it on with anybody else.

  On the drive home, we discussed what to do. Kerry had been thinking about going back to work, as we could use the extra money. Given her new extraordinary sex drive—she called herself “an incipient nymphomaniac”—it seemed to make sense for her to go into the sex industry. If she was going to be showing off her assets, she might as well get paid for it. The first step, we agreed, would be for her to audition at one of the local strip clubs. She asked if I was sure I was okay with that, and I said I just wanted her to be happy.

  Kerry has since graduated from the strip clubs to become a very high-class call girl, handling only very respectable and wealthy clients—although she still goes out on her own once in a while to pick up guys she fucks for nothing, especially black guys. This may not quite be the kind of marriage I had expected, but I truly do love Kerry and I know she loves me.