by Letters to Penthouse XI- Where Your Wildest Fantasies Come True (epub)
This past weekend all the ingredients finally came together. The kids were out of town, so we made plans to go out for a romantic dinner and then to a nightclub for some drinking and dancing. Then we were going to come home for some hot and kinky sex. Only Dana didn't know that I had a different plan in mind.
On the night in question she made things real easy, as if she actually wanted my fantasy to come true. First of all she wore a tailored red dress that did a good job of showcasing her shapely new body. Underneath it she wore a white bra with matching panties, garter belt, stockings and white high-heeled sandals.
At our candlelit dinner she discarded her usual two-drink rule and had five glasses of wine. Alcohol does a great job of killing her inhibitions, and the wine put her in a very lascivious mood. After dinner we drove to a certain club I know that caters to gentlemen but also welcomes couples.
Dana was in such a fog that she didn't realize what kind of club it was until we were sitting at our table. When she figured it out, she grabbed my arm and said, “I'll stay, but I'm not stripping for you.”
We sat there for about an hour, drinking and watching the dancers, and then these two handsome young hunks sat down at the table next to us. They soon began eyeing my wife and smiling at her, and when she didn't object I began to sense some kind of sexual chemistry building between them. After a while I noticed that the guys were staring at Dana's legs. I looked down at her crossed legs and saw that she had opened a couple of buttons and folded her dress open to a point where they could see the tops of her stockings.
I began getting aroused as I sat there thinking of all the sexual possibilities. Figuring things might heat up more quickly if I wasn't there, I headed off to the men's room. On my return, my cock began to harden when I found the two hunks sitting at our table talking to Dana.
She introduced them to me as Tommy and Chuck, from Houston. The more we talked and drank, the more flirtatious Dana got with them. The sexual innuendos were getting thick and heavy, and finally Chuck flipped out a hundred-dollar bill and asked the pertinent question. “How about a lap dance?”
The alcohol had done its job. Dana picked up the money, leaned over to me and said, “Here's what you've been longing for.” As the band began a new number she stood between Chuck's outspread legs and slowly started a seductive, gyrating dance. Even in her tipsy state she gave a pretty good performance.
Everyone in our area was watching my wife as she slowly unbuttoned the front of her dress. She carefully peeled the dress off and threw it to me. Then she stuffed the hundred-dollar bill into the waistband of her panties. A couple of other men came up and deposited more money in her panties. She turned her back to Chuck and he unsnapped her bra. She teasingly removed it, exposing those luscious, firm tits for everyone to drool over, and then draped the bra over Chuck's head.
Even though she wasn't dancing for me, I still felt pretty good watching my favorite fantasy finally coming true. There was my forty-something wife, wearing only panties, garter belt, stockings and high heels, shaking her perfect 36C tits inches from Chuck's face.
The number ended, and Dana sat on Chuck's lap as everyone in the surrounding area gave a big round of applause. She wrapped her arm around Chuck's neck and gave him a long French kiss as he bravely copped a quick feel. Then she got up, gulped down the last of her beer and said loudly, “Take me home, honey. I need to be fucked!”
I quickly helped her on with her dress, and we made a hasty retreat out of the club. When we got to our car, instead of getting in the front seat Dana crawled into the back, lay down, and removed her panties. “Come on, honey,” she said breathlessly. “Fuck me. Fuck me right now.”
After her little performance I was more than ready to accommodate her request. I dropped my pants, slid in on top of her and aligned my hard-on with her hungry pussy. Just as I penetrated her fully there was a sudden rap on the window. I looked up, and there were Tommy and Chuck, looking in at us and holding up my wife's bra. By now Dana was totally out of control. She reached back to open the door and then pulled down Tommy's zipper as she told him, “I need to suck your cock.”
I paused with my pulsing dick deep inside my wife as she bent her head back, opened her mouth wide and engulfed the grinning stud's nine-inch erection. Watching that strange cock sliding in and out of my wife's mouth was more eroticism than my cock could stand. I started plunging into her pussy, and it only took a few strokes before I was filling her hot hole with the biggest load of my life.
I backed out and jumped into the front seat. Chuck, pulling out his own sizable shlong, took my place, moving between Dana's outstretched legs and ramming the full length of his erection into her hot pussy. I knelt up on the seat and watched, hardly able to believe I was observing my once-virgin bride, now a mother of two, eagerly taking on two studs almost half her age.
It was a good thing she had her high heels firmly planted against the roof of the car, because Chuck was driving into her like a jackhammer. It only took about ten hard thrusts before Dana spat out Tommy's cock and went into a massive convulsive orgasm. Chuck kept ramming her at a torrid pace. A few moments later he arched his back, driving his tool fully into her, then let out a loud grunt and became only the second man ever to deliver a load of come into Dana's pussy. Before he could pull out, Dana grabbed his ass, holding him deep inside her, and aggressively rocked her hips back and forth, bringing herself to another climax.
Chuck joined me in the front seat as we watched Tommy take his turn with her. Tommy's movements were slower than Chuck's, but he used his nine inches of steel to drive Dana into outer space. He brought her to three more orgasms before pulling out of her. Then, just like in a porno movie, he knelt between her thighs and began jacking himself off, finally shooting a ton of his white cream sauce all over her tits and tummy. Dana massaged his come into her breasts and then licked her fingers clean.
Before the guys left, Dana reached for her purse and pulled out a couple of business cards. She handed one to each of them, saying, “Why don't you call me the next time you're in town?” Then she lay back down on the seat and stayed there without moving until we got home.
Dana had a bad hangover the next day. She claimed she could only vaguely remember what had happened the night before. She acted embarrassed when I told her, but then she took me to bed and gave me the hottest fuck I can remember.
I can't wait until Tommy and Chuck come back to town and give her a call.—Name and address withheld
HEY THERE, GOOD BUDDY, WANT TO SCREW MY WIFE AT A TRUCK-STOP? OVER AND OUT
My wife Daisy and I are cross-country truckers. We have also been swingers for the past ten years. Our time on the road together has been great. You wouldn't believe how many trucking couples are swingers.
One day this past fall we were heading up to Chicago. At one point I pulled out to pass another truck, and when I looked over at the driver I saw that he was an acquaintance of ours who we called Ringer. Right away he and I started talking on the C.B. Daisy had been sleeping, but the talk woke her up. She joined in on our conversation, some of which got very spicy.
We agreed to meet up at the next truck-stop. Once there, we parked next to each other, and when we got out of the trucks Ringer and I shook hands, but he gave Daisy a big hug. She responded by giving him a wet kiss.
Inside the truck-stop we had coffee and talked. Since Daisy and I had a reputation for being swingers, the subject soon turned to sex. After a while Ringer asked Daisy, “What's the biggest cock you ever had?”
Daisy shrugged and said she didn't know. He kept on trying to get an answer out of her, then finally said, “Ever have a ten-and-a-half-incher?”
Daisy looked at him skeptically and replied, “I would have to see it to believe it.”
He said he would be happy to let her see it, and feel it too. So we ended up renting a room at the motel next door.
As soon as the door closed, Daisy sat on the bed and asked Ringer to show her his lovesnake. He went over to her an
d she pulled his belt loose, unzipped him and pulled down his pants. There hung a very large, half-erect cock. Daisy picked it up and brought it to her mouth. She sucked, licked and sucked some more, until he was hard as a rock.
Then she peeled off her clothes and lay back on the bed. “Fuck me with that monster,” she moaned. He got between her legs and entered her. I believe she came right away. Slowly he slid his shaft inside her until his balls touched her ass. Then he pulled all the way out. He did it again, this time faster. Soon he was fucking her with wild abandon. Daisy was very vocal, begging him to do her harder. They screwed like that for a while, until Ringer announced that he was about to come. “Oh yes, baby,” Daisy gasped. “Yes, give me your sperm. Come inside me!” With one last thrust he shot a mighty load deep into her pussy.
He pulled out and left her gaping open. I couldn't help myself. My cock needed relief. I ripped off my pants and fell down on Daisy, trying to fill the space that he'd just left. He had stretched her wide open. It felt strange, my cock swimming around in all their come, but I was so horny it wasn't more than a few minutes before I came inside her too.
Back in the truck she told me how much she had enjoyed our little adventure. Now she is always on the lookout for Ringer. I enjoyed it too, and I guess I wouldn't mind watching him fuck her again. There is one drawback though. For two days afterwards, she was too sore to sit and drive!—L.E., Atlanta, Georgia
SHE PLAYS BEACH BINGO WITH FIVE STRANGE MEN—AND HER HUSBAND, TOO
My beautiful wife Gayle and I recently took a vacation trip to Florida. Our motel was on the beach, and during the day my gorgeous blonde twenty-four-year-old wife and I lay on the sand soaking up the sun. Gayle's five-foot-three-inch, one-hundred-fifteen-pound frame looked great in her small thong bikini. The guys on the beach couldn't help but check her out.
One day I noticed three college-age guys about thirty feet in front of us, talking among themselves and smiling while glancing frequently in our direction. Soon they got up and began throwing a football around, but their real focus was on my wife.
After a while I got up and asked the guys if I could join in, and as we threw the ball around, we started talking. One guy mentioned how sexy and good-looking my wife was, and then said he hoped I wasn't offended. I told him I wasn't.
We took a break and sat down. One of the guys offered me a beer, then asked if Gayle might like one too. I called her over, and we all introduced ourselves and began chatting. The guys' names were Karl, John and Ben. The three of them continued checking out my wife as we talked.
Gayle was sitting with her legs bent and slightly parted, her feet flat on the sand. This position enabled the guys to see her bikini-covered crotch as well as a bit of pubic hair peeking out the sides. I noticed their interest and so did Gayle, and she was evidently enjoying it. As the conversation continued she seemed to enjoy it more and more.
After a while Gayle asked John to rub some lotion on her back, and he readily jumped at the offer. Gayle rolled over onto her belly, treating all of us to the sight of her perfect ass. John rubbed the lotion onto her back, starting at the shoulders and worked his way down. Gayle was purring like a cat. She spread her legs slightly and John took advantage of the implied invitation to rub the lotion on her upper thighs. He covered the backs and insides of her thighs, working his way up as high as he could. Then he moved to her ass, rubbing and kneading it. He glanced over at me, and I smiled to show him I had no objection to what he was doing. Gayle spread her legs a little wider and moaned softly as John rubbed her harder. Then suddenly she stopped him and said that was enough for now.
John reluctantly stopped and we continued our conversation, although there was a lot of tension in the air. Gayle went on lying there with her legs spread. About half an hour later, she rolled over and asked Ben to put some more lotion on her. Ben began spreading it on her upper chest as the rest of us looked on. As he neared her tits everything got quiet. Ben rubbed the lotion on the slopes of her breasts, down to the bikini top. Then he skipped to her stomach. Having covered that, he moved down and, starting with her feet, began to work his way up her legs to the tops of her thighs. Gayle spread her legs once again. Ben massaged the lotion into her hips, then slipped around to her inner thighs. Gayle's breath began to come faster as his fingers worked around her crotch, eventually rubbing her pussy through her suit. At one point Ben boldly slipped his finger under the bikini bottom, and then actually slid one finger briefly inside her pussy.
Suddenly Gayle sat up and said she had to go back to our room. She gathered her things and was gone in a few seconds. The guys looked puzzled. I apologized and said maybe we'd see them at the club later. I went back to the room and found Gayle lying on the bed, rubbing her pussy vigorously. I immediately stripped and got on the bed, and we had a wild fuck. When we were finished, she said she had gotten really turned on by the guys, and we decided to continue the adventure that evening.
When we went out that night Gayle wore a black miniskirt and a black lace top with a matching bra and thong panties, as well as sheer black thigh-high stockings. When we got to the club the place was packed. After about an hour I ran into John at the bar. As we stood there and talked I glanced around the place and saw Gayle talking to a guy with long blond hair. John and I both watched them. Soon Gayle and her new friend were out on the dance floor, moving flirtatiously and rubbing against each other. At one point Gayle turned around and bent over, wiggling her ass against the guy's crotch. He grabbed her hips and pulled her to him, pretending to hump her from the rear. As the song ended he put his arm around her and they walked off the dance floor and found a seat.
John and I were joined by Karl and Ben, and the four of us watched as Gayle and the guy got more intimate. Eventually they were rubbing each other brazenly, his hands sliding over her thighs and hers exploring his groin. Then he was kissing her deeply, his hands moving between her legs. He must have been fingering her pussy, because her expression was blissful. For a moment the movement of the crowd hid them from my sight. When the view cleared, the two of them were gone.
I told the guys I would see them later and went off in search of my wife. I finally caught sight of her on a deck outside the club. She was still with the blonde guy, and also a dark-haired man, apparently a friend of his. Both guys' hands were all over her. They were fondling her beneath her skirt, front and back. As I watched, the three of them left the deck and headed down to the beach. I followed them from a distance.
They went about a quarter of a mile up the beach, the men squeezing Gayle's little ass from time to time and reaching under her skirt to rub her thighs and finger her pussy. They stopped at a dark, deserted spot under a pier and began kissing. Gayle undid both their zippers and was soon stroking their hard cocks while she kissed them. The blonde guy hiked her skirt up to her waist and pulled her panties off. Then he lifted her up, leaned her against a support pole and slid his cock into her tight pussy. Gayle wrapped her legs around his back and continued kissing the other guy while still stroking his cock.
The first guy fucked her hard and fast. Gayle was moaning and panting and gasping, and she climaxed while he continued fucking her. After a few minutes the blonde guy grunted and came in her pussy. He went on pumping for a little while longer and finally pulled his wet, shiny cock out of her.
The second guy took my wife in his arms, turned her around and bent her against the pole, then slipped his cock into her and fucked her from behind. Gayle moaned louder than before and began to talk, telling him to fuck her hard and saying how good it felt. She also begged him to come in her, saying she wanted him to fill her pussy up. He let out a gasp as he shot into her, and then pulled out when Gayle slumped over.
After a few minutes they straightened themselves out and started back to the club. I hurried and beat them back there. I found Karl, John and Ben and was talking to them when Gayle came back in by herself and walked over to us, saying she had just gone out for some air.
I said maybe it was
time to leave, but Gayle wanted to stay, so we did. The four of us took turns dancing with her. During one slow number I put my hand under Gayle's skirt and felt the come running down her thighs, making them slick. She continued dancing the night away with her pussy swollen and come running down her legs. The guys rubbed against her when they danced, feeling her up and occasionally even kissing her.
When the club closed we walked up the beach toward our motel, all four of us feeling up my wife along the way. Finally I grabbed her, spun her around facing me and kissed her. She dropped her shoes to the sand as she wrapped her arms around me. Karl came up behind her and began rubbing her ass beneath her skirt, and she spread her legs to allow him better access to her pussy. At this point John suggested that we should move to somewhere less public.
We composed ourselves and continued walking until we came to a screened-off area near our motel that had beach chairs with umbrellas. It was about three in the morning by then, and nobody was around. Once again I turned to grab Gayle, but when I did I saw that John had beaten me to it. He was kissing her passionately, his hands moving down to clutch her ass. Karl came up behind and started rubbing against her. Gayle spread her legs as before, and soon his fingers were in her pussy again. Karl yanked his zipper down, as did John, and Gayle once again had a cock in each hand, as she had earlier that night.
As Karl furiously fingered her pussy Gayle sat down on one of the lounge chairs, then took John's cock into her mouth and began sucking it. Karl pushed his cock at her lips also, and she alternated between the two, first sucking one, then the other. Ben dropped in front of her, spread her legs and began kissing her thighs and licking her pussy. He was caught off guard when he tasted the come in her cunt. He looked up at me with an expression of surprise on his face, then after a pause started licking her again.
