by Letters to Penthouse XI- Where Your Wildest Fantasies Come True (epub)
My wife had been having an affair with Clark, a fellow worker, for about a month. The affair had my full concurrence, and I was to be rewarded tonight for being such a kind, understanding and loving husband.
Denise is in her late thirties, Clark in his early forties, and I am a young fifty-one. Denise and Clark are black. I am white. Denise and Clark work for the same company, and met in their company gym sometime last year. Although Denise loves me and we have been happily married for over twelve years, she just feels the need to fuck a black man every so often. She is also attracted to men who work out, white or black, and Clark was in the gym every time she went, so he was a definite turn-on for her.
They had first become intimate with each other on a shopping trip to a local mall. He bought her an expensive purse, and they started to neck in her car in the mall parking lot. He fingered her to several orgasms there in the front seat of the car. She felt his hard cock through his pants, but did not take it out at that time. But they knew that they had started something that they would have to follow through with.
Clark was married also, only his wife wasn't as understanding as I was, so he had to be very cautious. For their first assignation they decided to meet in a motel at five in the morning. That way he could tell his wife that he was working the early shift.
I was in bed that morning as Denise got ready to go. She dressed in a nice long dress that showed off her big beautiful tits. When she came close to the bed I reached beneath the dress, and as I suspected she had no panties on.
Smiling at me, she pulled the covers back to reveal my erection. She jacked me off until I came all over her hand. She took special care not to let any semen get on her dress.
“There,” she said, “that ought to hold you until I get back.” And with that she was gone.
Denise later told me everything that happened at the motel. Clark proved to be a very good lover. They fucked four times in a great variety of positions, and he ate her pussy several times as well. In fact she had him eat her pussy as she was calling me and telling me she was on her way home. She said that she had come at least twelve times during their morning together.
When she got home she was hot and wet, and she smelled of come. I fucked her passionately, both of us climaxing wildly as she told me everything that she and her lover had done. In fact her recollections of that morning enhanced our sex life for a good ten days thereafter.
After that they had gotten together several more times for early-morning trysts at various hotels and motels in the area. Finally an opportunity arose for them to spend a night together. Clark's wife was going on an overnight business trip. I suggested to Denise that she bring him to our house.
She said exactly the thing that had been in my mind. “Good,” she said. “Then you can watch.”
That was the reward I was looking forward to.
Although he was apprehensive, Clark finally agreed to come to our house after Denise assured him I would not be there. Actually I was not going to be in the house. I was going to be out in the backyard, watching through the partly open blinds in our bedroom window. Denise promised to make sure that all of the evening's sexual activity would take place in the bedroom, so that I could see it all.
When Clark's car pulled up I quickly went out in back and waited. In a few minutes he and Denise walked into the bedroom. In a minute they were kissing and hugging each other, with him playing with her ass through her clothes.
She squeezed his cock through his jeans. He started to unbutton her blouse. When it was open he helped her off with her slacks. She had not worn panties, though she had a bra on. She looked great that way, nude from the waist down, her blouse open to show her lacy black bra.
Clark said something to her and left the room, I figured to go to the bathroom, and Denise came quickly to the window and opened it.
“Hi!” she whispered. “What do you think so far?”
I answered, “You look damn good. I just wish I could reach my hand in there and feel how wet your pussy is!”
“Uh-oh, here he comes,” she said, and quickly shut the window as Clark came back into the room. He was stark naked! His dick was hard and standing straight up. Denise went to meet him, pulling off her blouse and bra. I was getting a hard-on myself.
They got onto our bed and started kissing again. Then Clark moved down, sliding his mouth along Denise's body until it ended up between her now-open thighs. He was soon eating her pussy with great enthusiasm, and was rewarded by groans of delight from her. She spread her thighs further apart and drew her knees up to give him full access to her pussy. He spread her lips with his hands and buried his whole face in her dripping box.
Even from where I was I could see that her cunt was really wet with his saliva and her pussy juice. Meanwhile she was playing with her tits, rubbing one of them and pushing the other up toward her face till she could take the nipple in her mouth. A couple of times she took it out to moan aloud and tell him how good he was making her feel, then put the tit back in her mouth and continued sucking on it.
When she was just on the verge of coming, he took his mouth from her pussy and moved from her pussy and moved up over her, putting his cock where his mouth had been and rubbing the tip of it on her clit. Unable to take any more teasing, she grabbed his dick and put the head into her pussy. He didn't need any more encouragement. He quickly shoved his tool all the way into her cunt. He alternated the speed and power of his strokes as he fucked her, first hard and fast, then slow and gentle.
Denise was really enjoying Clark's fucking. She put her hands on his ass and pulled him deeper into her, matching his rhythms with hers. Then he said something to her, and she quickly turned over, getting up onto her hands and knees. He moved behind her, put his hands on her hips and slipped his dick back in her hot pussy.
They fucked like this for a good ten minutes. Then he pulled out again and stuck his face back into her box from behind. He ate her out in this doggie position for a while, then turned her over on her back again and went at her pussy that way. This time she had a whole series of orgasms before he stopped eating her.
Then Clark lay down on his back, his hard wet dick sticking straight up in the air. His huge spear was pulsing with desire as Denise climbed on top of it. Her tits were waving in the air just inches from his face.
He was obviously not a tit man, because he didn't kiss or lick those luscious breasts dangling practically in his face. He merely planted his hands on her hips and helped her ride his cock. As she moved rapidly up and down on his pole, he countered by thrusting his hips up to meet each of her strokes.
They fucked this way for five intense minutes, then Denise got up, turned around and sat back down on Clark's cock, now facing away from him, giving him a great view of her ass and me a great view of her swaying tits. She started playing with her breasts again, kneading them and twiddling the nipples.
She knows her tits are a big turn-on for me, so I knew she was doing it at least partly for my benefit. My erection strained my jeans as I watched her handling her beautiful black tits while bouncing up and down on Clark's big black cock.
In a minute he grabbed her hips again. I saw that he was panting hard and knew it would not be long now. He was bucking his hips up and down, plunging deep into her pussy with each stroke. His ass tightened, and he clutched her hips, thrusting his dick into her one last time, yelling something I couldn't hear. They both collapsed on the bed.
After about five minutes Denise got up and headed for the bathroom. In another minute my beeper went off. I knew it was her. I left the yard and headed for the pay phone on the corner. I dialed a familiar number, and she answered on the first ring.
“What do you think?” she asked.
“Hot, very, very hot!” I answered. “What's going on now?”
“We're having a couple of beers,” Denise said. Then, after a pause, she said, “Listen, honey, we're still both hot and horny. What would you think if he and I had another session?”
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bsp; “Just give me five minutes to get back,” I said.
Once I got back to the window, I didn't have to wait long before they came into the bedroom again. This time Denise had Clark lie down on the bed. His cock was semi-hard. She crouched between his thighs and put his cock in her mouth.
I nearly fell over at this, because this was the first time she had ever sucked another guy's dick without me being there in person. I figured this Clark guy must be something special. She was sucking him vigorously, and I could see that he had gotten fully hard very quickly. This didn't surprise me. I knew from experience that she was a supreme cocksucker when she put her mind to it.
I had a view of her from the rear as she crouched down, and looking between her thighs and tits I could clearly see her mouth all over Clark's cock. He was yelling something about how damn good she was.
But he could evidently take only so much of that, because he pulled her off his dick and laid her down on her back. Then he put his wet prong between her boobs and tit-fucked her. She told me later that this was the first time he had ever done that too. A real night of firsts!
A couple of times Denise leaned forward and licked the head of Clark's cock as it appeared between her breasts. After a couple of minutes of this, he moved down, separated her thighs and placed his cock at the entrance of her pussy. She grabbed his ass and pulled, and he sank his prick to the balls inside her body.
Now they fucked wildly, their bodies writhing and flailing against each other, until Denise screamed out her climax only seconds before Clark once again pumped his come deep into her twisting pussy. He looked so fucked out now that I was afraid he was going to fall asleep. But I knew she had told him I would be coming home at midnight, so he finally got up and got dressed.
When I was sure he had gone and wasn't coming back, I went into the house to find Denise waiting for me, still naked. Without saying a word, I drew her with me onto the bed and jumped between her thighs. I could not wait to eat Clark's come out of her pussy. She loved the hell out of it, and came over and over while I did it. Then I climbed on top of her and planted my raging hard-on in her hot wet pussy and we fucked our brains out.
Denise stopped seeing Clark a few weeks ago, but we have some very hot memories of that affair. And there are always more black guys around when she feels the need again.—M.R., Los Angeles, California
HE DRIVES HIS WIFE'S LIMO WHILE TWO BLACK STUDS DRIVE HER CRAZY
My wife Patricia and I have been married for twenty years. She's a five-foot-seven-inch leggy blonde who can still make your cock jump in your pants at age thirty-eight. Last October she was offered a big promotion at the bank where she works, which meant long hours and many meetings, but a lot more money. We had two kids going into college and very little extra money. We talked it over and decided she would take the job, and I would quit mine to work odd jobs under the table.
A couple of weeks later Patricia called me at home to ask if I would drive her to a meeting in the company limo. The driver had called in sick, it was Friday and everybody in the office had plans to leave early. I agreed to drive the limo. I picked her up at her office, noticing that she was wearing a short black dress and her three-inch pumps. Seeing her dressed this way gave me an instant hard-on.
We got the limo and were on our way. Patricia asked me to be professional and not to mention that we were married. I drove to the address she gave me. It was a house in a nice area, but nothing special. She came out ten minutes later, escorted by two well-built black males. Patricia introduced them as Jim and Lester. She then gave me the address of the best restaurant in town, where they would be having lunch. Once there I watched as the two guys led my beautiful wife into the restaurant.
About two hours passed before they came back to the limo. I could tell by the way they were walking and talking that wine had been a big part of their lunch. My wife gave me the address of Jim's home, where the details of their business were to be concluded. I drove to a beautiful home on the outskirts of town. Patricia said I should wait in the limo.
Jim and Lester helped my wife out of the car, giving me a sly smile. I waited about thirty minutes, and then couldn't wait any longer. I got out of the limo, walked to the house and let myself in the front door. I checked every room downstairs but found no one. I started upstairs, hoping I wouldn't find what I suspected I would. The master bedroom door was open a couple of inches and I peeked inside. There was my wife in the middle of the bed on all fours. Jim was in front of her feeding his nine-inch cock into her willing mouth. Lester was behind her, slowly lowering her panties. Once her panties were off Patricia said, “I hope the myth about black guys not eating pussy isn't true.” Then she took Jim's cock in her mouth.
Lester didn't answer, but licked my wife's ass and then worked his way down to her already soaked pussy. She let out a moan and pushed back against his face. Jim gently took her head in his hands as he slid his cock deeper into her mouth. Patricia wrapped her hand around the base of his cock as she took as much of it as she could down her throat. Then she slid her mouth off it and licked her way down the shaft to his big sac. She gently sucked and licked his balls while pumping the huge black shaft with her hand. I knew what Patricia could do to a hard cock, and Jim was enjoying every nibble.
After about ten minutes Patricia started to grind her pussy hard against Lester's face, which was covered with her love juice, and I knew she was coming. Jim was more than ready to fuck, and he told Lester to change positions with him. The guys switched, and I couldn't believe my eyes! Lester's cock had to be a twelve-incher, with huge balls that looked like they were about to pop. Patricia screamed out as Jim buried that huge pecker in her squirming cunt.
Seeing my wife like this drove me crazy. Here was the mother of our children moaning and twisting under the ministrations of two strange black cocks. Lester sank his fingers in her blonde hair and started to fuck her mouth, while Jim held on to her hips and sank his monster in her to the balls. That did it. Patricia shook and started to come again. The guys pumped her full of their cocks, and her reaction showed that she was getting it good. Their pace was picking up, and I knew my Patricia was going to take come shots at both ends.
Jim looked at Lester and said, “It's time.” With that, Lester's twelve-inch cock spurted down Patricia's throat. She swallowed as much as she could, the rest spilling out of the corners of her mouth. Just then Jim's nuts tightened and with a force that shook the king-sized bed, he blasted his load into Patricia's cunt.
Both cocks were still hard, and the wild look on Patricia's face said she was ready for more. Jim reached between her thighs and slipped two fingers into her pussy. Lester told him to get her good and wet, as they were going to oreo her. Patricia popped Lester's cock out of her mouth and told them that this was her dream come true. Jim soon had her moaning, with two fingers in her snatch and two up her ass. She was ready and they knew it. Jim asked her to tell them how she loved big black cocks. In reply my wife of twenty years yelled out that this was the best fucking time she ever had.
With that out of the way, Lester lay on the bed, his footlong cock sticking up like a flagpole. Patricia kissed that straining shaft, and then with a groan she straddled his body and slowly lowered herself onto it. The look on her face was one I've never seen before. Jim let her settle into a nice slow fucking motion before moving behind her. Patricia bent forward, and Lester held her ass cheeks apart for Jim's cock. Patricia looked back at Jim and told him to take it slow, but fuck her good. Jim nodded and told her to enjoy the ride. There was my wife's tiny asshole about to get the fucking of its life. Jim was gentle, sliding his big black knob in slowly, inch by inch, until finally the whole of his nine-inch cock was buried in her ass.
All I could see of Patricia now was her beautiful legs and the three-inch pumps she had on. The rest of her was lost between those two black studs. Jim was on top, controlling the action as he moved in and out, his balls slapping against my wife's ass. Patricia was moaning loudly, saying she was going t
o come and begging them to fuck her faster. Soon she was shouting, “Fuck me! Fuck me!” I saw Jim's balls tighten, and in a moment he was blasting Patricia's ass full of come. As he withdrew, Lester quickly rolled her over and gave her the pounding she was craving. I watched as he fucked his huge cock in and out of her, making my wife scream with pleasure, yelling for him to fill her cunt with his load. She came again as he did so, convulsing wildly as he shot into her snatch.
When she recovered her breath, my grateful wife told them that she wouldn't leave without giving them each a blowjob. At this point I went back to the limo and quietly waited for my beautiful slut wife to appear.—C.O., Flagstaff, Arizona
ON A SLOW MONDAY NIGHT AT THE BAR HE RUNS INTO A FAST WOMAN
A few years ago I was working as a salesman in the computer software business, and had to spend two or three nights a month out of town. I usually tried to work my schedule so that I was in Columbus on a Thursday, since that was Ladies' Night at the bar in the hotel I generally stayed at there. Even though I never picked up any women, it was nice to see some fresh faces and, hopefully, have some stimulating conversation. Although I've been told I'm not bad looking, I'm hardly Mister Pickup.
At one point, as luck would have it, I had to make a special trip to Columbus to service a very important account, which meant I had to be there on a Monday night, the slowest night of the week in any bar or lounge. After checking in I decided to have a leisurely dinner and then maybe a few drinks before turning in early.
In the lounge there was a local band playing to a crowd of maybe ten, including the waitresses and bartender. To say the band was bad would be a kindness. I sat at a small round cocktail table with my drink, and fantasized about a certain waitress who I had gotten to know a little; but, just my luck, she wasn't working that night.
After one drink I had just about decided to leave when a young couple came in and sat down at a small table several feet from me. I didn't really notice the man because his wife was so outstanding. She had short coal-black hair that framed a very cute pixie face with deep, dark eyes. Her five-foot-seven-inch frame supported a pair of full, firm tits over a very flat stomach. As it was August, she was wearing a white spaghetti-strap sundress, with no sign of a bra or slip underneath. The bodice of her dress was cut so that a good portion of her breasts were visible at the sides. The dress stopped just above the knee, showing very exquisite suntanned legs. As she walked to the table I could see the outline of those incredible legs through her dress, and even make out the place where they came together. When she sat down she crossed her legs in a very seductive manner, letting the dress cascade well up over her thigh. All of a sudden I decided to stay, just to look at her. It struck me odd that she was so openly sensual and flirtatious with her husband there, but, who was I to complain about such a great show?
