Letters to Penthouse XVIII

by Penthouse International

  It was a fast number. I stood by the side of the dance floor watching Annabel as she twisted and moved seductively. Other women on the floor didn’t hesitate to raise their skirts while dancing, revealing their panties—or lack of them. In a booth next to the wall, I noticed the wife of the guy Annabel was dancing with. She was still nude, and was sitting between two men who were fingering and fondling her.

  When the dance was over Annabel came up to me and said that she wanted to take Leo—the guy she was dancing with—back to our room with her, but she didn’t want to have anyone else there, since it was her first time in a long time with someone other than me. I told her to go for it, and she went back to Leo, who smiled and gave me the thumbs-up.

  I stayed by the dance floor and watched what was turning into an incredible scene. Men and women all around were taking off their clothes and making out. I noticed that Leo’s wife was on the lap of one of the guys who had been fondling her. They were fucking away right in the midst of the crowd. It was an incredible turn-on, but I didn’t feel like participating myself. For the moment I was content to watch.

  It was about forty-five minutes later when Annabel returned with Leo. She looked radiant. She was wearing the same clothes as before, but her hair was somewhat disheveled. She looked like a total tramp as she hung on to Leo’s arm. He delivered her to me and commented about what a great piece of tail I had for a wife. When he left I asked Annabel how it had been. “Fantastic!” she said. “His cock is thicker than yours, so it rubbed me in a different way. He came too quickly, but to make up for that he ate me out good. He has a fabulous tongue.”

  “Okay,” I said. “What’s next?”

  Annabel replied, “I’m not sure, but I’m feeling very loose and still very horny.” Some slow music was playing, so we began to dance close together. Annabel whispered in my ear, telling me to pull up her skirt. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and she seemed to get even hotter, rubbing against me as we danced with her lower parts exposed to everybody.

  When the dance was over, Leo came up to us with a very handsome black man, whom he introduced as Otto. Annabel looked at Otto and her eyes went wide. “You’re gorgeous!” she blurted out.

  “And so are you, my dear,” Otto replied. “Would you like to dance?”

  Annabel practically jumped into his arms. She ground herself into him as they danced together. Afterwards Annabel came back to me and said that she wanted to take Otto to our room right away. She said she wanted to do it with him privately, even though we had agreed that I could watch if I wanted to. I told her it was okay, and sent her off to enjoy herself.

  While she was gone, Leo’s wife came up to me. She had put on a fishnet dress that still left her very close to being nude. She told me that her name was Caroline, and that Leo had told her that this was Annabel’s and my first time at this kind of party. When I acknowledged this, she said, “Welcome to the club, but your wife seems to be having all the fun.”

  I replied that I didn’t mind watching for a while, since it was really quite a treat, especially seeing her at play. Surprisingly, she blushed at this. She went on to say that Leo liked her to play the slut. In fact, she was an elementary school teacher, but she had always had a very strong sex drive. She and Leo had been coming to the club for over a year, and by this time she had lost all her inhibitions. She then put her lips to mine and gave me a deep tongue kiss. I didn’t resist.

  Caroline and I sat together in a booth while we watched the others. She was very easy to talk to, although her largely exposed body was a total distraction, particularly as she kept rubbing my cock through my pants. Finally I couldn’t take it any more, and I asked her if she wanted to take my cock out. She did so, and then proceeded to give me a wonderful blowjob. Her talents in this regard were every bit a match for Annabel’s.

  By the time Annabel returned, Caroline and I were back to talking. Annabel had changed her clothes. She was wearing a halter top cut just above her nipples, and a black suede skirt. She had put on some strong perfume and had brushed out her hair. She looked like she had swallowed a canary. Otto was nowhere to be seen.

  I introduced Caroline to Annabel, who immediately congratulated her on what an attentive lover her husband Leo was. Caroline smiled and asked Annabel how she liked Otto. Annabel said she had never been with anyone so well hung. Caroline agreed that Otto was bigger than most men, but said she thought he was also a great lover, and Annabel concurred, saying that she had come off half a dozen times with him. They were immediately like old friends.

  Annabel then turned to me and said that Otto was getting a couple of other guys together to do her all at once. She also suspected that Leo would be back for an encore. This time she said I could watch if I wanted. Since Annabel had never been with more than one guy at once, Caroline said that she would come along to help her out, and the three of us took off for the motel room.

  When we got there Otto was already outside the door, with Leo and another friend named Norman, who was about as blond as Otto was black. Inside the room, Caroline suggested that Annabel do a slow strip for the guys, playing with herself as she did so. Since Annabel didn’t have much on, that didn’t take too long. Caroline then laid Annabel down on the bed and told the men to strip. Their cocks were already quite erect. Caroline then began to lick each of their cocks in turn to lubricate them, while Annabel kept playing with herself. I moved to a chair to watch the action. I heard Annabel give a slight gasp as she played with her clitoris. A moment later she went into another orgasm, even before the orgy had started.

  Caroline, who had evidently put herself in charge of the proceedings, now led Leo over to the bed. He dangled his cock in front of Annabel’s face, and my wife went for it with her mouth. After she had sucked it for a few minutes. Caroline told Otto to lie down on his back on the bed. His cock was enormous. It must have been at least ten inches long, and even thicker than my own. With Caroline’s guidance, Annabel positioned herself above him on her knees. I wasn’t sure how he was going to get that huge cock into my wife’s tight little cunt, but I knew he had done it already, so I waited and watched. Sure enough, after a little maneuvering his cock began to disappear inside her. Annabel let out several squeals of pleasure, then moaned, “Get it in me, baby. It feels so good. Oh, that’s the way to do it. Oh, yes, yes!”

  Leo now placed himself in front of Annabel and again put his cock in her mouth. She sucked it long and hard as she rode up and down on Otto’s pole. She had to stop sucking now and then to let out some shouts of passion, and finally she had a tremendous orgasm, which caused her body to quake all over. Neither Otto nor Leo had come yet. Annabel kept her seat on Otto’s cock, and as soon as she stopped coming she again took Leo’s tool into her mouth.

  Now Caroline asked if we had any K-Y jelly. I had brought some, and gave it to her. Caroline put some on her index finger and then inserted it into Annabel’s asshole. She then put some on Norman’s stiff cock, which he then inserted into Annabel’s ass. It was the most amazing sight to see my wife taking on three guys at once, each with a cock in one of her major orifices. They soon got a rhythm going, and in about five minutes all the men came at roughly the same time. For her part, Annabel was ripping out one orgasm after another, almost constantly.

  Finally Caroline said they should be getting back to the party. The three guys cleaned themselves up a bit and left with her. I lay next to Annabel, who was still moaning and twitching a little from the intensity of her climaxes. She told me in a whisper how much she loved me and appreciated me. I told her that she was the greatest. After she calmed down a bit, she moved down on the bed and took my rigid rod into her mouth. I was so aroused that it took me about fifteen seconds to shoot all my come right down her throat.

  After that Annabel got up and took a quick shower. She put on some fresh makeup, then donned a skintight sun dress, cut low in the back and front, and high on the thighs. She didn’t bother to put on any underwear, or even shoes. Telling me that she was feeling in
credibly hot and liberated, and that she wanted to put on a show for everyone, she grabbed a medium-size steel dildo and dragged me by the hand back to the club door.

  There was no one on the stage when we got there. Annabel went up to one of the attendants and asked if he could put on some music for her to strip by. He quickly accommodated her, and the crowd gathered around as she went up onto the stage. I overheard somebody asking who she was, and somebody else answering that she was a cherry who was having her coming out this evening, and had just had a triple-header with Leo, Norman and Otto.

  Annabel now proceeded to tease the audience with a slow, sexy strip dance. When she was naked she lifted the dildo to her mouth and sucked it like a cock. Then she spread her legs and began to insert it into her pussy. The audience cheered loudly as she slid it all the way in and then proceeded to fuck herself with it, moving slowly at first, and then faster and faster, keeping time with the music. At last she came with a loud cry, and everyone applauded.

  When we finally got back to our room, Annabel was exhausted and fell quickly to sleep. The next morning the two of us had one of the greatest fucks of our lives before we left for home.

  Since that time Annabel has been with numerous men. She and Caroline have become great friends. We usually go to the motel parties about once a month. Also, one night a week, Annabel goes out with Caroline to clubs and bars which are not likely to be attended by our friends, while I stay home and baby-sit. Annabel always tells me everything that happened when she gets home. She has become more and more insatiable lately, and while that’s great for my own sex life, I sometimes wonder how long she will be able to keep her promiscuity under wraps on her job and among our friends. For the moment, however, I certainly can’t complain. Things could be a lot worse.—Name and address withheld

  AN OLD GIRLFRIEND BROUGHT A NEW BOYFRIEND,

  AND THEY ALL HAD A BLACK AND WHITE BALL

  My wife Emily and I are a middle-aged couple who have been married for twenty-three years. This story begins on a rainy night late last spring. Melanie, an old college friend of Emily’s whom we hadn’t seen for many years, had come to town on a business trip, and we had invited her to visit us for a long, lazy weekend. Her friend Don was flying in to join her on Thursday night, so we told her to bring him along.

  Our first shock came when they arrived. Melanie was still her charming, upbeat, bubbly self. She was tall and willowy and had retained most of her alluring figure, although her formerly blonde hair was now auburn. She had gone through a difficult divorce less than a year ago, but there was no heartache in her manner. She greeted both of us with hugs and kisses, and then turned and introduced us to Don, her companion. He was six-four, lean and handsome, with an athlete’s body and a smile that went from ear to ear. He was also ten or fifteen years her junior, and very black.

  The reason we were so taken aback was that Melanie had been raised in the deep South, by an old family who still probably thought that slavery should never have been abolished. She had obviously matured a lot since then, in more ways than one.

  The girls picked up right where they had left off more than twenty years ago, but as they chattered I couldn’t help but notice that Emily seemed to be fascinated with Don. I thought Melanie noticed also, and to my surprise it seemed to amuse her rather than make her jealous.

  On their second evening with us we stayed home and Emily cooked a wonderful dinner, which was accompanied by enough red wine to loosen us all up a bit. After clearing up the dinner things, Melanie and Emily came into the den where Don and I had been talking. I got a raised eyebrow and a sneaky smile from my wife when Melanie asked if we had ever had a chance to live out our fantasies about swinging. I felt my mouth drop open and a blush creep up my neck as I searched Emily’s face, wondering if she had violated our secret pact never to reveal to anyone what we fantasized about. She returned my gaze directly, still with that arched eyebrow and teasing smile. What did all this mean, I wondered. And was Don actually staring as openly and wantonly at Emily’s still attractive body as he appeared to be? Suddenly I was left with the feeling that I was the only one out of the loop.

  Before I could collect my thoughts, the two girls were gone, giggling as they moved down the hall arm in arm. A few minutes later they reappeared in teddies, suggesting that Don and I also get more comfortable. Still not sure what was going on, I went to change into my robe, and Don did the same. When we returned, we found the girls locked in an embrace, stroking and kissing each other.

  As we sat down the girls split up, but it was Melanie who came to me, while Emily went over to Don, snuggling in next to him. I felt Melanie’s lush curves pressing up against my arm, which normally would have totally captured my interest. But I couldn’t take my eyes off my wife, who at that moment was wrapped up in Don’s massive, powerful arms, kissing him with uncontrolled passion. I felt a confused but exciting mix of jealously and erotic arousal as my mind filled with visions of what this night might turn into.

  Melanie, reading my expression, whispered into my ear, “Hey, cut her a little slack, sweetie. She really wants this, and she told me you did, too! Besides,” she went on, “for years I’ve been curious about why Emily always seemed so contented. Maybe tonight you’ll show me why?”

  My heart began to beat faster, and the front of my short robe tented up as Melanie and I watched things unfold between Don and my wife. She seemed to be just as aroused as I was from watching them. Don eased the shoulder straps of Emily’s teddy down to her waist, and I stared in amazement as this virtual stranger began to fondle and kiss and suck the breasts of my wife of twenty-three years. I was mesmerized, watching the total contrast of his ebony skin against my wife’s creamy-white body. As he gently fondled her I saw her hand creep inside his robe, and moments later out came the largest piece of erect manhood I have ever seen. It was at least ten or eleven inches of thick, jet-black, rock-hard cock.

  As soon as Emily began to reposition herself, I knew that she was going to take it in her mouth. After all our years together, I also knew exactly what he was about to experience, and precisely how incredible it was going to feel. He was about to become one very lucky man. Sure enough, Emily slid down to the floor and knelt between his legs. She definitely wanted that huge pole in her mouth. In less than ten seconds it was wet with her saliva as her tongue slid all over it, and in another moment it was deep inside her mouth, muffling her moans of lust.

  I was so engrossed in watching this that I was barely aware that Melanie had herself slid down between my own legs, until I felt the touch of her lips and tongue on my rigid flesh. I closed my eyes for a minute as her beautiful mouth brought me to full attention; but when I heard sounds of Don and Emily moving, I opened them to see that she was playfully leading him by the cock back to our bedroom. Melanie stopped what she was doing and looked up. “I don’t want to miss any of this, do you?” she exclaimed. “Come on!”

  By the time we got untangled and had reached the bedroom, Don had Emily flat on her back on the bed, and was licking his way down the front of her snow-white body with the longest tongue I’ve ever seen. As he suckled on each large, erect nipple, I could see that my wife was in total rapture, twisting and cooing at every flick of his lengthy tongue. Melanie and I stood in the doorway, intimately caressing and fondling each other, but our attention was on my wife as Don brought her to her first thunderous orgasm. Her entire body trembled and arched up off the bed. “More, my God, more…” she babbled. “Don’t stop… oh god, don’t stop… I love it, I love it, please don’t stop!”

  He finally did stop, but not before she had experienced four or five orgasms, so close together that it was difficult to tell where one ended and the next one began. After the last shock waves subsided, he began licking his way back up over her body again, until he could bury his tongue, coated with her own juices, deep in her mouth. As she passionately kissed him back, that black monster of a cock was sliding across her legs, up her inner thighs, pausing for a probing instant
at her abdomen. We all knew where it was headed and waited with anticipation, but no one was as eager as Emily for it to get there. Like a well-oiled machine, her body flexed, her knees spread and her legs lifted to accept him. Poised above her, he reached between their bodies and grasped that shiny telephone pole, guiding his cockhead to her slit and stroking it up and down over her wet lips for a moment, before slipping it fully into her with one long, smooth, continuous downstroke. The room was alive with the sounds of her gasping and panting, and with his rhythmic grunting as he began to fuck her.

  It was at about this point that Melanie took me by the cock and led me to the guest room, where we had our own sexual playtime. As we fucked and sucked each other, I could hear the sounds of my wife from down the hall, begging to be fucked harder, and yelling out in orgasm again and again and again.

  At some point hours later, Emily staggered into the room, naked and disheveled, claiming that poor Don was done for the night. But Emily sure wasn’t. She crawled onto the bed and into Melanie’s open arms, and I was treated to another first in our marriage—the sight of my wife making love to another woman. Later they turned to me and provided me with yet another first, a wonderfully satisfying threesome. And what a beautiful experience it was!

  We didn’t leave the house for the rest of the weekend, as the four of us played with each other to the point of exhaustion. It wasn’t until after they had gone that Emily confessed that she and Melanie had been occasional lovers back in college, but by that time it didn’t surprise me.

  The week following their visit will go down in our history as the most active week of sexual activity Emily and I have ever experienced, as we relived every moment of that weekend. When I asked her about Don, teasingly reminding her of the old saying, “Once you’ve tried black, you’ll never go back,” she simply smiled and said, “Darling, I love you today more than ever, but if Don ever comes anywhere near our door again, I swear, I’ll jump his bones on the spot, period! And you can watch!”—B.P., Chevy Chase, Maryland