Letters to Penthouse XI

by Letters to Penthouse XI- Where Your Wildest Fantasies Come True (epub)

  Since that night, Bob and I have invited other guys over to join us in our frolic. All of us guys have enjoyed watching our wives undress. It is so much fun and an incredible turn-on seeing them naked. I like it best when they jack off watching my wife get naked!—G.R., Manhasset, New York

  WHEN YOU GO TO ATLANTIC CITY, THERE'S MORE THAN ONE WAY TO PLAY THE SLOTS

  My wife Lila and I are about fifty. We have always been great fans of masturbation and firmly believe that most people who deny doing it are just too hung up to talk about it. I was also, until the first time I saw my wife with a vibrator she had bought when I was out of town.

  I happened to look in one day as I passed the half-open door of the den. I figured she'd forgotten to close it. She was lying on the couch, watching a porno movie on the big-screen TV, one hand playing with her nipples and the other sliding this toy in and out of her sopping-wet pussy.

  It was exciting beyond words. I watched as she finally lost control, her hips arching and grinding as she climaxed. Without thinking, I had pulled out my cock and had been jacking myself off as I watched. Seeing her come set me off. I let out a stifled groan and shot my load on the carpet.

  It was then that I realized Lila had been aware of my presence all the while and had been putting on a show for me. That thought brought my cock back to life, and she asked me to jack off for her while she watched. I was red-faced with embarrassment, but did it anyway. It was more exciting than anything I'd done, and in a short while I lost it again and came all over my fist.

  Thus began a lifestyle more exciting than anything I had imagined. Lila is still a stunner. She's five feet five, one hundred twenty-five pounds. She has blonde hair, green eyes, killer legs, a wonderful tight ass and great 38D tits. She turns heads wherever we go. I'm six feet one, one eighty-five, have a seven-inch cock and am in pretty good shape for an old guy.

  Recently, after a stressful winter, deciding we needed a break, we decided to take a trip to Atlantic City. We had made a good deal of money from our investments, and for the first time considered ourselves secure. So we took a fair amount of cash, and drove straight through from Ohio, arriving on Thursday evening.

  We checked into our hotel and then hit the casino floor to relax and play some slots. We were tired after the long drive and decided to make it an early night. We were in bed by eleven.

  That's when Lila decided to be cute. She reached over and took hold of my cock, then started gently stroking me up and down, asking with a grin if I was really that tired. I said I was, but my cock had a mind of its own, and began to grow and stiffen in her hand. Still, I warned her that I really was too damn tired to reciprocate. She just smiled and told me to relax and enjoy.

  What the hell, I thought, and lay back on the pillow to watch the show. She had come up with a bottle of baby oil from somewhere. She rubbed some on her hands and really went to work. The feeling was electric. My cock got so hard, I was afraid I'd burst. She was stroking me slowly, sliding her hands gently up and down my cock. Drops of pre-come were already forming, and I felt myself getting carried away. My hips rose and fell with the motion of her hands, as her naked tits swayed back and forth in front of my eyes.

  Then she began talking to me, in that soft, tantalizing voice she knows drives me crazy: “Come on, baby, you know your balls are full. Let it go. Let me see that thing spurt. Come on, honey.”

  I don't think I had ever been so totally turned on. My cock felt like it was trapped in a velvet tunnel. Her hands were hot and wet, and their grasp tightened as their movement sped up. I gritted my teeth, trying to prolong the sensation, but now one of her hands was rubbing my balls as the other flew up and down, jacking me off.

  I was still hanging on by a thread when she whispered, “I want to see another woman do this to you while I watch and do it to her man.”

  That did it! With a deep moan I let go and felt the come rushing out of my cock. Spurt after spurt exploded. It felt like it would go on forever, and all I could do was lie there panting and groaning—and coming.

  I had a restless night. I kept waking up with the picture of Lila's fantasy in my head. Every time I did, my cock started to grow again.

  The next day, we just hung out—played some slots, pigged out at the buffet. That evening we showered and changed and headed for the lounge to play some bar poker and have a few drinks. As it was Friday evening, the lounge filled up pretty rapidly. The band was good, the people seemed mellow and happy.

  Then this couple came in, in their mid-forties, obviously married, dressed to kill. They looked around for a seat, but the bar was stacked three deep. Lila glanced at me, and I knew what she was thinking. I shrugged. She walked over to the couple, and was soon leading them back to our table, near the back corner of the bar.

  Their names were Jeffrey and Lorraine, and they promptly set about helping us conquer a bottle of Jack Daniel's. They were bright, intelligent and funny, and a joy to spend time with. Jeffrey was an investment banker from Denver, and Lorraine was a real-estate broker. They were also both very good-looking and sexy.

  Lorraine had a wonderful habit of leaning forward to make a point, flashing her wonderful tits, braless and full beneath her silk blouse. From her small smile when she glanced up at me, I knew she was giving me this show on purpose. My cock began to pay attention, as did my wife.

  We talked about Atlantic City, and Lorraine mentioned that this was a first for them, as they usually went to Chicago to play. This puzzled me, as I didn't know of any gambling in Chicago.

  “To play what?” I asked.

  She smiled right at me and said, “Finding other couples who enjoy mutual solo sex with an audience.”

  Maybe it was the whiskey taking effect, but I just stared at her. Was this happening?

  “Is that something you two might be interested in?” Lorraine asked softly.

  My cock was practically doing handsprings. From our reactions there couldn't be much doubt about just how interested we were. The air was positively electric. We were all so turned on, it was amazing. We grabbed the bottle and some mixer and retired to our room.

  Once there we settled in. Jeffrey and I removed our jackets, the ladies promptly lost their shoes, and we settled down on a huge, plush couch and watched a porno tape I had brought from home, just in case. The movie had it all. There was a man fucking his girlfriend from behind on a crowded dance floor. A guy got a supreme blowjob in an alley, while across the way his friend received a super-slow handjob. He lost it and came on his lady friend's hands, while the guy across the way pulled out in time to stroke himself off on his lady's tits. In the best scene a young brunette let eight men feel her up, then lay on the floor while they had themselves a circle jerk and came at once while she fingered herself on the floor.

  As the movie and the whiskey progressed, Lorraine unbuttoned her blouse and rubbed her stiff red nipples. Jeffrey's slacks had a big bulge, as did mine.

  Finally Lila spoke up. “Why don't you go and sit by Lorraine, honey? I want to see Jeffrey's cock. Okay?”

  Hell yes, it was okay! I was excited beyond words by my wife's forthright manner and boldness. We switched positions, and now I was pressed up against Lorraine's thigh while Lila reached over and rubbed Jeff's cock through his pants.

  All he could do was groan, “Oh man, is that ever nice!”

  Lorraine reached over and found my zipper. In a flash my cock was breathing free air and standing proud, so hard it was near purple. She began making stroking motions with her fingers up and down my shaft.

  What the hell! I reached over and pushed her skirt up. To my joy I found her naked underneath. The aroma told me her pussy was wet, but like any good investigator I had to see for myself. I nudged her legs apart to expose her pussy.

  When I did, she leaned back, moaned loudly and said, “Oh honey, do it to me, please. I need to come so damn bad!” Not wanting to refuse such a polite request, I found her engorged clit and began to stroke it.

  Glancing over at the o
ther end of the couch, I saw that Jeff's cock was out in the open and Lila was doing it to him with one hand and fingering herself with the other. What an erotic sight! I almost lost it and came then and there, but I held off somehow. I wanted this to last!

  The movie was quickly forgotten, although the gasps and groans from the soundtrack filled the room with an added aura of pure lust. At this point we all decided to dump our clothing and go for it. In seconds, we were all nude and working up a fair sweat, our own moans competing with those from the tube.

  My wife was still jacking Jeff off, gently driving him out of his head. Lorraine was doing me, but with an added touch: every time her hand slid down my cock, she'd lean over and lick the head. It was intense! Jeff and I were fast approaching the point of no return, and the girls were not far behind.

  Then Lorraine leaned over and whispered something to Lila who grinned and said, “Oh hell yes. I'd love it!” With that she took her hand off Jeff, and Lorraine's hand left my cock as well.

  “What the hell?” I asked. I wanted to come so damn bad, it was unreal.

  “Well, guys, here's what we would like,” said Lila. “We both really get off on watching a man do it to himself, so we would like you two to stand in front of us and finish yourselves off while we watch.”

  Jeff and I looked at each other and shrugged.

  “Fine,” I said. “But you two have to stroke your pussies while we watch you.”

  “Deal.”

  So Jeff and I moved into position facing the couch, both sweaty and wound up to fever pitch. He stood in front of my wife and I in front of his. The ladies lay back on the couch, legs spread wide apart, breasts heaving with excitement, and began playing with their boobs and rubbing their pussies.

  The show was on!

  Jeff and I began stroking ourselves slowly, desperate to come but at the same time wanting to hold off as long as we could. The women were really into it, lying side by side, reaching over to tickle each other's boobs with one hand while the other busily rubbed their wet pussy lips and clits. Lila was soon finger-fucking herself with abandon while watching Jeff and me pulling on our puds. I massaged my balls with my left hand as my right stroked back and forth on my glistening cock.

  Our groans and moans filled the room. I knew the end was near when Lorraine began to gasp for air and Lila's hips bucked crazily up and down.

  “Oh shit!” Lila groaned. “Here it comes. I can't hold off any longer. I have to come. Please come with me, please!”

  Lorraine was right behind her, losing her control just seconds later, her body twisting wildly from side to side as the orgasm hit her. Jeff and I stepped forward until our knees touched the couch and sped up our strokes until our hands blurred. I lost it first and just let it go, my come shooting out of my cock in long white ropes. Not two seconds later, Jeff gave a grunt and shot an even more impressive load.

  What an experience! The four of us just lay there panting and sweating for nearly half an hour, catching our breath and trying to come back to earth. When we did, we agreed to get together again the next night. We did, and our second night together was even wilder!

  All I can say is, Atlantic City is one hell of a town!—F.B., Yellow Springs, Ohio

  HIS WIFE WAS UPTIGHT UNTIL SHE TOOK THE MALE STRIPPER IN THE MEN'S ROOM

  My wife and I live in a small town. There is a bar here that usually functions as a country-western dance club, but once a year they have a ladies' night, when they bring in male strippers. Catherine has always been rather conservative, so she had never gone to one of these shows, but last month some of her girlfriends from the church talked her into giving it a try.

  I was surprised when Cathy told me she was going, but since I'd been trying to get her to loosen up, I saw it as a good sign, especially when I overheard the ladies gossiping about getting all dolled up in their sexiest attire for, as they put it, “the big night.”

  As I thought about Cathy watching the male strippers, curiosity started getting the best of me, and I finally decided I had to see this for myself. First I made a deal with the club owner to let me hide in his office and watch. Then, when the night arrived, I left the house early, telling Cathy I was going to an all-night poker game.

  I was already secretly ensconced in the owner's office when the ladies arrived. I didn't know what to expect, but it sure wasn't the way my wife looked and acted. She had on a lot more makeup than usual. Her hair was styled differently. And she was wearing one of those slinky spandex figure-hugging dresses.

  To make it worse—or better, depending on your point of view—the dress was borrowed from a friend who is shorter and thinner than Cathy. The material clung to her breasts and hips so tightly that the outline of her nipples and pubic bush were clearly defined, making it painfully obvious that she wasn't wearing any underwear. And the skirt, which exposed most of her thighs, was far shorter than anything she'd ever worn in public before.

  The girls sat right at ringside, and once the show got under way they all started acting kind of crazy, but Cathy was the wildest by far. She was drinking quite a lot, and was hooting and hollering and whistling, and shoving dollar bills into all the dancers' G-strings.

  The performers were all young, good-looking, trim and talented. But there was one guy, known as Mustang, who was something special. Everything about him exuded sex, including the way he was hung, which probably explained his stage name.

  More interesting to me, though, was the fact that he seemed to have singled Cathy out and to be performing directly to her. Once he had stripped down to the legal minimum, he spent most of his time shaking his equipment just inches from my sweet wife's face. She was flushing with embarrassment, but at the same time was almost panting with excitement.

  I knew he was getting to her when he wriggled between her knees and she opened her thighs to him, practically flashing her bare pussy at him and letting him dry-hump her. He then lifted her to her feet and finished his set by dancing with her. But what they were doing was more like vertical sex than dancing. They held each other tightly around the waist, their crotches rubbing together.

  When the music ended they ran off the floor together, to the cheers of the other ladies. Hand in hand they ran into the men's rest room. I had to wait until the next dancer had drawn the attention of the crowd before I could sneak out of the office and down the hall after them. I eased the men's-room door open just a bit, and couldn't believe my ears when I heard the unmistakable sighing, panting sound that my wife emits when she's making love.

  My heart was pounding as I pushed the door open further and peeked inside. Cathy's dress was bunched around her waist, and she had her arms and legs wrapped tightly around Mustang as he held her up against the wall, pumping his big dick in and out of her wet pussy. I couldn't believe my sweet wife was doing this; but that didn't stop me from getting an instant hard-on as I watched them humping and thrusting, and heard her moaning and sighing as Mustang pounded into her for all he was worth.

  After a few minutes Mustang's pace quickened, and he yelled out, “Okay, doll face, here it comes!” Cathy cooed with delight as they climaxed simultaneously. She squeezed him tighter, a look of ecstasy on her face, and gasped loudly with each thrust as he blasted his hot load deep inside her.

  When they calmed down, Cathy gave the guy a big kiss and said, “Thank you, that was fantastic!” Mustang now set her down on the counter by the sink but kept his cock buried inside her. He told her she was fantastic too, then started to introduce himself. She covered his mouth with her hand.

  “Don't tell me your name,” she said. “I've got this fantasy about being swept off my feet by a handsome hunk, and having him screw my brains out all night long, without ever knowing who he is.”

  Mustang chuckled and started moving against her slowly. “Does this mean we're going to screw our brains out all night?”

  She smiled, nodded her head. “Uh-huh,” she said.

  He pointed to her wedding ring and asked, “What about your husb
and?”

  She was reacting now to his slow movements, which were bringing his cock back to full erection inside her. Her words were breathless as she responded, “Oh! Oh! Don't worry about him—ah! I'm on my own tonight. He's—oh!—he's playing poker all night—aaah!”

  Mustang smiled at the effect his now fully reinflated manhood was having on Cathy. “God, your pussy feels great. I can't imagine any guy being that stupid, but if it means I get to do this all night, I'm glad he is.”

  As he began to slide slowly in and out of her, Cathy got that dreamy look on her face again. “Oh yes,” she panted. “Yeah, you're definitely my fantasy man. Now shut up and fuck me.”

  More than happy to comply with her wishes, he began to pound into her vigorously. But this time he lasted a lot longer, driving my beautiful wife to three powerful orgasms before he went off, pumping his second load deep inside her love-hole.

  At that point I decided I'd better leave before they came out, or before someone caught me peeking into the men's room. I went home and stayed up waiting for Cathy, but she never came home that night. About eight the next morning she called and said she had stayed the night with one of her girlfriends, and wouldn't be home until after lunch.

  I have to admit that I felt jealous, hurt and betrayed by my wife's infidelity; but at the same time, I realized that I had gotten far more excited watching her fuck this stranger than I had ever gotten watching any X-rated movie. I guess I now understand why so many husbands fantasize about watching their wives fuck other men. It was an unbelievable turn-on.

  I even find myself wishing now that they had spent the night at our house, so I could have watched it all.—Name and address withheld

  HE'S IN A MIXED MARRIAGE, BUT HIS LOVING WIFE CRAVES MEN OF HER OWN RACE TOO