Penthouse

by Penthouse International

  Three’s Company

  Your magazine has been instrumental in solving a problem that my husband and I had for the last six years of our eight-year marriage. Your article on troilism and the “Forum” letter describing a sexual encounter with a woman hitchhiker combined to provide the solution. Perhaps it will be of interest to others.

  I married my husband when I was quite young and a virgin. The marriage caused me to cut short my college career after barely beginning. Within two years I began to resent the marriage because it had happened too soon. It had denied me the sexual experimentation that I had always believed to be an intrinsic part of a college education. This resentment culminated in an arrangement to have a motel owner send me lovers during weekends that my husband was away. I sexually satisfied over a dozen men, but strong feelings of guilt prevented me from reaching an orgasm. Your troilism article caused me to realize that while I desired sex with other men, I could not gain any satisfaction without my husband’s participation.

  After disclosing the motel affairs to my sympathetic and intelligent husband, I have, for the past few months, enjoyed sexual threesomes with hitchhikers. Our method, though clumsy and self-conscious at first, is really quite simple and very exciting. We have an automobile that seats three in the front. A U.S. Marine training base some distance from our home provides an abundance of young, handsome, and clean hitch-hikers. A touch on my husband’s leg signals my approval of the hitchhiker and the start of our mutual seduction.

  It is not difficult to get a young Marine involved in a chat about sex. We encourage this by telling him of our own experiences, and never fail to mention troilism. The conversation is deftly directed to my legs, and my husband raises my skirt to demonstrate his point. Then, illuminated either by daylight or a dashboard light, our young friend is treated to a view of sexy panties or the very smooth mound of a shaven pubis. The dialogue of sex increases, as do my passions.

  Then my husband starts to masturbate me, in partial view of our new friend. This is not enough to encourage assistance from my right. It takes a whispered “Play with me, too,” which almost always results in the man starting to fondle my breasts. There seems to be a universal aversion to one man touching another, even while both are being satisfied by the same woman.

  When I sense that our hitchhiker is aroused, I will have intercourse with him in the backseat while my husband drives and listens. Several times I have found the man to be so exciting that we spend the evening in a motel, during which time the only limit is our joint imagination.

  Our threesomes are lessening in frequency, from two or three an evening to about once a month. I feel that I have made up for lost time, and now it is just another sexual variation to us—important, but not our prime outlet.

  —Name and address withheld

  A Voyeur’s Dream

  I am an incorrigible exhibitionist. Within a reasonable margin of safety, I love to show off my body in some sexy fashion. It may be my bouncing tits in a partially unbuttoned blouse, or much of a leg. It is exciting to see men’s surprise and wanton looks.

  The other day, my fetish got the better of me with thrillingly satisfying results. My husband, Paul, and I hosted a meeting of Little League baseball umpires in our house. There were about a dozen men and two women. As the talks proceeded, I offered some hors d’oeuvres and drinks and then joined the group. Charlie sat across from me. He is a single parent and has a wonderful relationship with his and all the other kids.

  Soon I realized that his eyes frequently dropped to view my legs. I also saw he was the only one in a position to see more. With increasing heartbeat, I casually opened my legs a bit. He noticed. I changed my sitting position slightly and showed him more of my inner thigh. I wore a short skirt. Then I covered my lap with a bunch of papers while, with one hand under this cover, I teased my inner thigh and slowly moved up to my crotch, rubbing my pussy through my panties. I caught him looking intently and smiled at him. He blushed.

  The meeting ended and more social conversations ensued. I managed to quickly tell my husband what I was up to. As Paul escorted people to the street, I asked Charlie to stay for a while. Paul finally led the last visitor to his car. By that time, I was very excited and hot, and bluntly asked Charlie if he liked what he saw. At the same time, I slowly pulled up my skirt until it was all ruffled up at my waist, exposing myself in my tiny panties, and asked Charlie to treat himself to the goodies. “Your husband!” he gasped.

  “Don’t worry. He knows,” I answered.

  He fell to his knees. I slid forward on the couch, spread my legs far apart, and let him lick and suck me. I was rushing into ecstasy. I took his head in my hands and controlled the pressure on my pussy. I came quickly.

  “Your turn,” I whispered. He stripped, sat down, and I delivered an intense blowjob. I started to lick up and down his gorgeous meat. Paul had come back and, looking up, I saw Charlie’s relieved smile when Paul asked, “Are you two enjoying each other?” Before long, he came up behind me and started playing with my wet cunt. Ah, I was in one of my favorite, heavenly positions—with two gorgeous men servicing me. As my tongue explored the hardness, the veins, the velvet ridge, and tasted the precome lubricant of Charlie’s meat, I felt my husband’s motions on my juicy pussy. He reached around and tickled my clit until I couldn’t stand it any longer. I came and came as I felt the pressure of Paul’s touch against my innermost parts. And then Charlie gave his best to load up my throat with his come. Boy, did he come. “Oh, it’s been so long,” he moaned.

  We went to the bedroom. Charlie never went limp. I had him lie on his back and impaled myself on his superhard prick. I reached for some lubricant and liberally doused Paul’s cock and balls. He likes to be masturbated. A new wave of pleasure surged through my body as I moved up and down. My tits bounced freely. Sucking and slurping noises emanated from my pussy and from ministrations on my husband’s equipment, and mingled with the moaning and groaning of the three of us in the heat of passion. The intensity of our collective orgasms was borne out in our collective outcry. I again felt the stream of love juice fill my inside and squish out, and Paul’s come shot high up, to fall on his stomach. I fell forward, embracing both men.

  Paul took a shower. But I had not had enough. My hands still full of lotion and come, I gently handled Charlie’s cock and balls, rubbing and squeezing until he stood at full attention again. On my back now, I raised my legs over his shoulders as he slid between my swollen pussy lips. I asked him to fuck me real hard. And he did, his balls slapping against my ass, his pelvic bone crushing against mine, sending waves of pleasure up my spine as my clit felt the impact of each push. Again, we rushed toward this sweetest of releases that culminates in the greatest pleasure of all.

  We have been inviting Charlie for occasional threesomes. One time we invited Bonnie, a neighbor, to a foursome. Bonnie and her husband have been our friends and swing partners for the past few years. They are open-minded and know of each other’s involvements. Eventually we will have both Bonnie and her husband join us with Charlie.

  —T. W., California

  All in a Day’s Work

  My husband, Howard, and I are middle-aged, small-business owners in a happy and, until recently, monogamous marriage. We deal with the public and various salesmen and deliverymen on a daily basis. My little adventure concerns one of these salesmen.

  Even though I have three grown kids, I’m still slim with long, naturally red hair, green eyes, great legs, a nice ass, and smallish-but-perky tits. I love going out with Howard wearing a micromini, a skintight top, fishnet stockings, spike heels, and no undies. (Tramping, I call it.) I’ve been known to go out to dinner wearing a trench coat and heels and nothing else. This usually guarantees a good finger-fucking under the table at some point during our dinner. I get turned on by flashing truckers and teasing Howard’s friends by “accidentally” flashing them or rubbing my tits against them.

  My husband enjoys watching other men watch me, but recently I disc
overed that he wanted to watch them do more than watch me. This was due in part to some of the letters we’ve read and enjoyed in your fine magazine.

  The other catalyst was when I told Howard about a dream I’d had about one of our salesmen, Greg. Before this dream, I really hadn’t thought of Greg in a sexy way, but dreaming of him fucking me doggie style while I sucked my husband dry sure changed that!

  Howard and I began talking about having a threesome with Greg. At first I thought my husband was either kidding or just talking out a fantasy, but the more we talked, the hotter the sex between us became, and soon all I could think about was being kissed, licked, sucked, and fucked by the two of them. It got so bad (or good) that I’d wake myself up in the middle of the night, caressing my tits and rubbing my swollen clit until I came several times and could go back to sleep.

  With Howard’s encouragement, I began my campaign. This was going to be a challenge, because we knew Greg was married, so I eased into it by wearing short skirts when I knew he was coming by our store and giving him a glimpse of my bare pussy now and then. I put on a temporary tattoo and innocently asked if he’d like to see it—it just happened to be on my breast. I really wanted him to do more than look, but he was being coy, so for a few weeks I had to be content with teasing and flashing. That was really no problem, since on the nights after Greg came in, I was so hot from flirting that Howard and I had some terrific sex.

  One afternoon, when Greg was due to arrive, Howard and I decided it was time to escalate things. When Greg came in, I told him I had bought a new dress and that I wanted his opinion of it. He agreed to handle any customers that might come in, so I went to change.

  The dress was black, very short—stopping just past my crotch—and clingy. I put on black thigh-high stockings, black heels, and a smile, then I strolled up to where Greg was sitting. He looked somewhat surprised, but appreciative, and he said I looked very nice. Not exactly the reaction I’d been hoping for, but he seemed a little unsure of the whole situation. To nudge him in the right direction, I turned around and leaned forward, exposing my round, lily-white ass. “Don’t you think it’s a little short?” I asked, with an invitation in my voice.

  My husband was making complimentary and suggestive remarks during my little fashion show, but Greg still wasn’t too sure of how to respond. To help him out, I sat down across from him and put one leg up on the table between us, giving him a close-up view of my steamy, wet, and ready pussy. He just sat there, so I took the bull by the horns so to speak, and told him he could do anything he might feel like doing.

  In a heartbeat, he was on his knees, licking and sucking my juicy love hole, then tongue-fucking me. Howard watched with aroused interest, until a customer walked in the front door. It was exciting to know that there were customers not all that far from where I was getting such a good tongue-lashing. My husband was still busy when Greg brought me to an orgasm that left me dizzy, but he told me later that he could hear me panting and moaning, even though I was trying to be quiet.

  After I caught my breath, I moved to return the favor. I unzipped his pants and unleashed his beautiful, very hard love tool. After licking and sucking it for a few minutes, I suggested he lower his pants so I could lay some lovin’ on his balls. He had a really good-looking dick, and his balls were a treat, too. (I do love sucking a good cock and licking and sucking a nice set of balls.)

  Howard was enjoying watching me work, and I was loving every minute of it. Unfortunately, customers kept interrupting my husband’s pleasure, but certainly not Greg’s. In short order, he exploded in orgasm, and I felt as if I were gripping a fire hose! The force of his orgasm almost made me come again, and I could feel my juices dripping from my pussy. I swallowed every drop and continued sucking to get it all, then I looked up at him and smiled.

  Howard returned to the scene just then, and he was disappointed to discover that he had missed both of our orgasms. He wanted to watch me come with another guy, but that will have to be another story, I guess. Once we locked the doors for the night, however, Howard and I made up for his being left out. He sat my bare ass on one of the counters, threw my legs over his shoulders, and fucked me till I screamed.

  —F. F., Kansas

  Trade and Show

  While working a local trade show, I ran into Barry, an old boyfriend, who was in town on business. He was staying at the hotel connected to the convention center hosting the show, and he invited me to an evening in his room. I couldn’t wait!

  As I showed my wares that day, my mind drifted to past times with him. Barry had always wanted to have me with another woman, and I started checking out the crowd of possibilities. I had never been with another woman and was enjoying some creative daydreaming while looking for a suitable partner. My visit with Audrey, the petite brunette in the next booth, turned into flirting, and we made plans to have a drink at the hotel when the show closed that night.

  Audrey and I sat close to each other while we drank, our legs entwined under the table. I softly rubbed one of her nipples through her blouse. She responded by resting her hand on my leg and stroking the inside of my thigh. Finally, I looked directly into her deep brown eyes, licked my lips slowly, and asked her to join Barry and me in his room. She paid the check, put her lips next to my ear, and whispered, “I want you.”

  By the time we reached Barry’s room, we were both so hot that we barely noticed his presence. We fell into each other’s arms as soon as the door was closed behind us. I had no idea that a woman’s mouth would taste so sweet or feel so soft. Her tongue gently coaxed mine into her mouth. She sucked softly on my bottom lip, then my top lip, while her hands reached under my sweater. I looked over at Barry. He was sitting on the bed, staring at us. Off came the rest of my clothes, and we joined him, kissing his face, neck, and ears.

  Barry told me to remove Audrey’s clothing and to suck her brown nipples. First I licked them slowly, alternating between the two. Then I sucked them gently until they both became hard and puckered. As I increased the power of sucking, Audrey threw her head back and moaned. Barry was licking her dripping pussy, holding her thick patch of dark hair out of the way with his fingers. Keeping my fingertips on her firm breasts, I stopped sucking long enough to see him insert the middle fingers of both of his hands into her hot cunt. He pulled them out and let me suck them. My first taste of a woman’s pussy juices! I transferred the taste to Audrey’s mouth in a long, searching kiss. It felt like my tongue would reach her tonsils. Then I felt Barry’s hands stroke my very wet pussy, fingers probing my cunt and massaging my clit. I took a look at the three of us: Audrey and I on our backs, lying across the bed, legs spread wide and dangling; Barry’s face in Audrey’s pussy, his hand in mine. Audrey reached over and squeezed my round tits, rubbing my big pink nipples with her fingernails. The combination of visual and physical pleasure with the pressure of her nails was too much for me and I came—loudly. Barry pulled his wet hand out of my box and his face out of Audrey’s pussy, and smiled up at me. I told him to fuck Audrey while I watched. He mounted her small frame and she guided his rock-hard dick into her hot pussy. What a sight! Barry’s big, hairy body bent over this precious, sweet thing, his hard cock going in and out of her cunt. Her hand had moved to my aching pussy.

  I moved closer, positioning my hand to rub her clit as his dick slid in and out of my fingers. I kissed Barry and first put my wet fingers in my mouth, then slid them into his mouth, both of us tasting Audrey’s juices at the same time. When Barry was about to come, I grabbed his cock and sucked it dry. The taste of both of their juices together sent me over the top again and again.

  We spent the night fucking and sucking and watching and, eventually, napping. The next day we met for breakfast wearing our business attire and talking about plans we had for each other for that night. Working our booths, Audrey and I gave each other occasional glances, thinking of what the evening would bring.

  —S. A., Texas

  Quest for Ecstasy

  Once again, I h
ave to have it! What started out as a fantasy for my husband and me has turned out to be a never-ending search for that one woman who is as hot and nasty as I can be. Sure, we’ve had three-ways with other women, and yes, it was fun for me. My husband never complained, but something was always missing.

  It was late, the bar was dimly lit and just about empty. I had just about given up all hope for the night when I saw her at a table by herself. I couldn’t make out her features, but this feeling I had was overwhelming. I had to have her. Anxiously, I told my husband to stay where he was. I stood up, took a deep breath, and proceeded to fulfill my destiny. My pussy throbbed with every step I took toward her. I could make out her blonde hair and her figure, but still I couldn’t see her face. Politely, I asked if I could join her. Without hesitation, she answered yes. Signaling to the waitress to bring more drinks, she admitted that she had hoped I would come over. As I sat down, for the first time I could see her face. The feeling of ecstasy rushed through me. I looked into the eyes of the one woman I knew could give me what I want at the intensity level I’ve been longing for—because those eyes I was lusting at belonged to none other than porno queen Amber Lynn.

  She understood; she knew what I needed. Without words and with a seductive grin, she stood up, grabbed my hand, and led me out of the bar: I had no idea as to where I was going, and I didn’t care. She suggested my house, but first we had to stop by her place so that she could pick up a few things. While I was waiting for her, I realized that I’d left my husband at the bar. At that moment, I knew I was in trouble. Not because of my husband; he would understand. I was in trouble because I no longer had control. I was in her power!

  As we pulled up to my house, I saw a light go off in the bedroom. Amber did not notice—so I thought. As soon as we entered, we wasted no time pulling each other’s clothes off. Quickly, we moved toward the bed-room. I knew if I got her in there, the control would be back. Playfully, I pushed her on the bed. I felt like a pirate who had just found his sunken treasure. I had to taste her. Eagerly, I started licking her pussy while I pinched her nipples. The farther my tongue went in her pussy, the harder I pinched. By the sounds of her moans, it wouldn’t be long before her first orgasm filled my mouth with the taste I’ve been craving. “I’m coming!” she cried. With that, I began sucking up her sweet juices, almost coming myself. She pulled me to her lips. I knew what she wanted, so I let her taste her own juices. Amber softly whispered, “Like surprises? I’ll be right back.”