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Contents
Introduction
Swinging & Swapping
Three-For-All
Serendipity
Different Strokes
True Romance
Someone's Watching
Clusterfucks
FEED THE FLAMES.
Has sex become boring?
Not with people just like you perfecting the art, and LETTERS TO PENTHOUSE revealing all. And every wild and wicked detail is just how our readers experience it. Ever find yourself intrigued, excited, or simply turned on peeking in on other people's sex lives? Why not treat yourself to this fabulous, no-longer-secret world? Let loose. Taste the forbidden pleasures of threesomes, partner swapping, cross-dressing, and exhibitionism.
Experience it all.
Don't be afraid to go for the ecstasy.
Open this book …
LETTERS TO PENTHOUSE XI
OTHER BOOKS IN THE SERIES
Erotica from Penthouse
More Erotica from Penthouse
Erotica from Penthouse III
Letters to Penthouse I
Letters to Penthouse II
Letters to Penthouse III
Letters to Penthouse IV
Letters to Penthouse V
Letters to Penthouse VI
Letters to Penthouse VII
Letters to Penthouse VIII
Letters to Penthouse IX
Letters to Penthouse X
Letters to Penthouse XI
Letters to Penthouse XII
26 Nights: A Sexual Adventure
There are times when our sex lives become dull, boring, even mundane. The same old in-and-out doesn't quite do it like it used to. Who could blame you? You don't have to stand for it though. Today is a new day. Open your eyes and especially your mind.
People just like you have found themselves intrigued, excited and downright horny peeking in on other people's sex lives. Why shouldn't you treat yourself to this wonderful world? Flip through these pages and discover what you've been missing, or enhance what you already know. Or just simply get turned on reading what your neighbor, teacher, butcher and yes, even that sweet, church-going innocent that lives on the corner does behind closed doors, in the park or anywhere they can.
Consider this your personal invitation to let loose and get crazy with yourself, your loved one or anybody of your choosing. Take the time to do something for yourself. You'll be glad you did.
—Kathy Cavanaugh
Managing Editor, Penthouse Special Publications
Swinging & Swapping
ONCE AGAIN OUR LETTERS HELP SPICE UP MARRIAGES BY ENCOURAGING SEXUAL AFFAIRS
A girlfriend of mine at work showed me my first copy of your magazine about a year ago. She and her husband like to read the letters together as a way of enhancing their sex life. We would sneak off to lunch or break and read through the letters.
One time we were giggling about the exploits of a wife who had cheated on her husband many times. The husband not only knew about her infidelity but actually encouraged her to sleep around. He most enjoyed sex with her right after she had been with another man. I told Donna that I couldn't imagine doing such a thing to Keith, my husband. Besides, I didn't think he would get turned on by such a kinky activity.
I admitted that the idea of sleeping with a new lover every once in a while did get me aroused. Donna looked very sly for a moment, and said I would be surprised how many men fantasize about that stuff. Her husband had bought Penthouse Letters for years before they met.
When Donna found out about it, she just thought he liked the sexy stories and the pictures. After she started reading the letters, she asked him what he liked about the magazine. It became quite clear that he liked the letters about unfaithful wives.
I asked her if she had ever really thought of doing it, to which she replied, “Remember Andy, the guy who used to work with me? He transferred over to the other division a while ago.”
I told her I remembered. Andy was a lot younger than we were; Donna is in her late twenties and I am thirty-three. He was a nice-looking guy with dark hair and blue eyes, about twenty-two or so. I remember him flirting with Donna.
Donna blushed a deep red and then blurted out that she had been sleeping with Andy for over a year. Not only that, but her husband knew about it!
I was flabbergasted. I had known her for five years and I had no idea. Keith and I did social things with them all the time. The younger of our two daughters was best friends with Donna's daughter. She swore me to secrecy, saying she just had to tell somebody. She went on to say that the idea that she find a lover had been her husband's, and when she'd told him about Andy's advances, it had been his idea for her to go for it. She said her sex life had never been better, both at home and otherwise.
This revelation about one of my best friends was pretty outrageous. I tried not to think about it too much, because whenever I did I started to feel my own urge to stray. I really didn't think Keith would understand. I loved him dearly and I would never do anything to hurt him, but the idea of having a fling or two was very appealing.
It sounds terrible, but I knew several men who I wanted to sleep with. There was this man, Stan, who I had recently met at a trade show and found very attractive. There was another guy, Bruce, in our corporate headquarters, who was always coming on to me.
Then there was a friend of Donna's who I met a couple times, Lamont, who is black. He hadn't known I was married and had asked Donna if I was available. It seemed very naughty, but I had always wondered what it would be like to sleep with a black man.
Keith and I had been married for almost fourteen years and I didn't want to screw up what had proven to be a great marriage. We got married soon after I graduated from high school and we started a family soon after. Keith is a few years older than I am. He's nice-looking, stays in pretty good shape and is a good lover. However, I had noticed that the frequency of our sexual activity had gone down a lot in the last two years or so.
Quite frankly, I have never been more interested in sex in my life. I would never leave Keith, but the sexual frustration I was feeling just seemed to get worse. When Donna told me about her affair, that was the last straw. I couldn't just go out and have a one-night stand. I couldn't do that to my husband. I wasn't sure what I was going to do just yet, but I knew something new and exciting was on the horizon.
One evening I told Keith about what Donna had revealed to me. I was very surprised at his reaction. He wanted to know all the details of her illicit activity. After I told him we ended up fucking like crazy. Keith had always been very curious about my sexual experiences before he met me.
There wasn't that much to tell. I had been with two guys, and both of them were steady boyfriends. There were no steamy one-night stands or anything too racy.
His reaction to Donna's aff
air made me wonder if I should reveal my own extra-marital desires.
A few days later I brought up the subject of Donna again, with some hot new details. Again he got very aroused, and then totally blew me away by asking if I had ever thought of having an affair myself.
I put on the faithful wife routine and said I would never do anything to hurt him. But I added, “It wasn't Donna's idea to have an affair—her husband gave her permission to do it. That would be different, if you knew and approved.”
Keith said it would be interesting to try some new experiences. He always seemed disappointed that I had not been a bit more of a “bad girl” when I was younger. Now he was going to find out first-hand.
My first opportunity to try out my new-found freedom was a convention and trade show that I knew Stan would be attending. The first day of the convention, I looked for him as I went about my business. By late morning I had talked to someone who had seen him. With a little more looking, I found him and made a big deal of “running into” him. I asked him if he had any plans for lunch, and we left to find a restaurant.
Over lunch, it was pretty obvious that he had less than honorable intentions toward me. We ended up making plans for dinner that evening. I suggested that we meet at my hotel and eat there. They had a very good restaurant, and we wouldn't have to bother with taxis or anything.
I dressed much more provocatively than I had in years for my night out. I had bought my outfit especially for this occasion. I put on a very short, tight, dark red dress with sheer black pantyhose. The dress accentuated my narrow waist and made my rather full bottom look great. I put on a black push-up bra that made my 36C tits look even bigger. I finished it off with the full makeup routine and a set of four-inch heels.
I let my long, honey-blonde hair down over my shoulders and left to meet my date. Stan couldn't believe his eyes when I met him in the lobby. Normally quite talkative, he seemed a little short on words as we walked to the restaurant. All through dinner he was beside himself. It was very satisfying and arousing to know I still could have this effect on men. I consider myself quite pretty, but I had always felt I was a little big through the hips, and having two kids didn't help. Keith always told me how attractive I was, but it was especially nice to hear it from a new and very nice-looking man.
As the evening got late, Stan asked if I wanted to go for a nightcap. I said I'd love to, but I was getting a little tired. I suggested we go up to my room for a drink. He must have been thinking the same thing because he jumped at the idea.
Inside my room I turned and put my arms around him. I kissed him deeply as I loosened his belt and reached up under his shirt. I soon felt his hands roaming over my behind and up to my waist. I removed his jacket and shirt and then undid his pants. I just let them drop to the floor around his ankles.
As he was stepping out of them, I pulled his boxers down to reveal a very large uncircumcised penis. I knelt down and slipped his foreskin back as I took the head into my mouth. I felt my pussy getting very wet. His cock tasted great, and the smell of his manhood was strong and enticing. For some reason, I had never done this to my husband, maybe because nice married ladies don't do such things. I, however, was no longer a nice lady, and licked and kissed his big boner with lust.
It was not long before I had to have him inside me. He was already naked, but I still had my dress on. As I kicked off my shoes he turned me around and lifted my dress up to my waist. I put my hands on his and we pulled my pantyhose down over my hips. As he knelt down to finish removing them, he kissed me on my behind and massaged my cheeks. I instinctively bent over on the bed to give him better access. He soon found that I was already very wet and ready for him.
He pushed my dress up around my waist and pressed his cock against my swollen lips. I felt his big penis stretch my pussy wide open as he pushed himself into me. His cock was much bigger than my husband's, and I felt myself starting to approach an orgasm within minutes. He went slowly at first, and then more quickly as he bounced against my big cheeks. He stroked his big boner in and out of me as I felt the big one coming on.
After what seemed like an hour, he started to shudder and shake as he thrust into me with one more powerful stroke. His cock swelled and pulsed and I could feel the faint sensation of his semen squirting inside me.
I went over the edge with a barely muffled scream as I pressed back against him to get his cock inside me all the way. I never did get my dress off!
We slept together four more times over the next few days. We took a little more time getting to know each other after the first night, and I finally did get all my clothes off! I even sucked him to orgasm and let him come in my mouth. That was the first time I had ever done that.
The change that came over Keith after I told him about my exploits was amazing. We had sex every day for two or three weeks after that. Unfortunately, he eventually seemed to lose interest again, and I decided that I was going to have to spice things up on a regular basis. Stan lived about three hours from us, and I started to see him about once a week. I had also been curious about Bruce. He was very good-looking and had the reputation of being a good lover. He had dated a friend of mine recently but they broke up when she got back together with her ex-husband. This friend had told me that Bruce was good in bed.
Then there was Lamont. After I returned from the convention, Keith was encouraging me to explore some more, so I asked Donna for more information about Lamont. It seems he preferred white women and had found me very attractive.
Donna said he was hung like a horse. She had that sly look in her eyes, so I asked her how she knew. My dear friend, it seems, had been a little naughtier than I first thought. She had slept with Lamont also.
Keith really enjoyed the stories about my meetings with Stan. Now he wanted to make love to me right after I had been with someone else, just as Donna's husband had with her. I thought this would be a good time to see if I could get Bruce or Lamont in the sack.
The next day Donna informed me that everything was set up, and all I had to do was give Lamont a call. So I did. We made plans to meet for drinks near his place. We ended up back at his place and in bed in record time. Lamont turned out to be great in the sack, and Donna's description of his cock was not an exaggeration.
I sucked him as best I could, but his cock was almost too big to get into my mouth. The dark color of his skin and the dark purple head of his big dick were immense turn-ons. As I lay back against the pillows with my legs spread wide to let him enter me, his cock just seemed to keep sliding into me forever. I wondered about being able to fit his whole cock inside me, but I soon felt his big testicles press against my bottom.
He stretched me out like no man had before. I watched with amazement as his shiny black penis slipped in and out of my pussy. Lamont fucked the hell out of me and brought me to an orgasm that felt like an earthquake had hit.
We made plans to meet again as I got dressed. On my way home my pussy was so wet and hot that I almost brought myself to climax at a stoplight!
Keith was waiting for me as I walked through the door. Just as I had promised him, I hadn't cleaned up at all. My lipstick was smeared, and my tight jeans were showing a big wet spot between my legs. He almost tore the clothes off me as we kissed and groped each other. He knelt in front of me and pulled my pants down, then my soaked panties. He buried his face in my sticky bush as he laid me down on the bed. After he licked me to orgasm, he positioned himself so he could enter me.
With my pussy all wet and stretched out from Lamont's big cock, my husband slipped his dick in easily. He moaned about how slick and hot I felt, and he came very quickly, adding his load to Lamont's.
I saw Lamont several times in the next few months, but he was not very interesting aside from his large equipment. I still see Stan fairly often, and eventually linked up with Bruce a couple of times. I also had two one-night stands with old boyfriends at a recent class reunion. Each of those times Keith waited in the car outside our motel room and then joined m
e for seconds after they had left.
Then something happened that changed this whole cozy arrangement. Keith had had a vasectomy a few years after our second child was born. And while sleeping with my new lovers, I had been a little careless about birth control. And Keith always enjoyed the feeling of slipping his cock into my pussy after I had let them come inside me. Well, you guessed it. I got pregnant. Keith was very understanding, and he says he loves me more than ever. Amazingly, our relationship is even better than before. We fuck like crazy all the time. Keith is such a great guy! And I know that when he reads this he'll need me for release.—H.G., Portland, Oregon
A MAN BETS HIS WIFE THAT HIS FRIENDS WILL FUCK HER, AND GUESS WHAT? THEY DO!
I recently made a wager with my wife Sharon, to whom I have been married for eleven years. My contention was that any of my male friends would fuck her if she gave them a chance. She couldn't believe that my friends would do that. But I told her that a hard dick has no conscience.
The bet was that if the guys went along with it when she made herself available, then she had to fuck or suck them without telling them I knew about it. If I lost, and my friends turned her down because of our friendship, then I would cook dinner every night for a week.
The first test came the night of our company Christmas party. Most of my friends were there with their wives. I told Sharon that I would pretend to be sick and go home early. Then she could ask one of the guys to take her home later.
We decided on Frank, whose wife happened to be visiting her family that week. Frank had been a friend of mine for about four years. He often boasted about how he would never cheat on his wife. He talked about how he loved her and how she always satisfied him at home, so he did not need or want any other woman.
Sharon told me later that after I left the party she started dancing with several of my friends, who seemed concerned about her getting home safely. Frank appeared to be particularly interested in talking to her, and when she agreed to let him take her home he seemed eager to leave the party. She said he was a little tipsy, and started talking about sex before they got into the car.
