by Letters to Penthouse XI- Where Your Wildest Fantasies Come True (epub)
She stopped dead in her tracks and looked at me, then at my husband. “Do you mind?” I said. “I would hate it if my husband was the only guy around here not to have you.”
A big smile broke across her face. “Well, thanks,” she said. “You can borrow mine if you like. I know from the way he's been watching you, he wants you real bad.” With that she walked up to my husband. His dick was sticking straight out. She began to play with him.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her man easing up the hill. I was not sure what was about to happen. I hoped there would not be any trouble. But watching my husband fondling that young woman was turning me on. My hand dropped to my pussy.
Now the man had come up and was standing right behind me. I didn't turn around or move. His strong arms slid around me and his fingers touched my nipples. It felt as if they had exploded when he did that. I became weak in the knees. I could feel his hard manhood pressing against my back. His arms pulled me against his strong body, and he whispered in my ear, “Can I have the next fuck?”
He took me by the hand and led me back to their camp. He had placed a sleeping bag on the picnic table, and he picked me up and set me on it. He had the two lanterns hanging from trees, and the whole campsite was well lit. I could not believe myself. Here I was sitting on a picnic table, totally naked, the lights so bright I could be seen by everybody in the vicinity. I knew he was going to fuck me, and I was going to let him. And I didn't even know his name!
He took me into his arms and began to kiss me. I knew I should be pushing him away, but I kept pulling him to me. The sensation of his rippling chest muscles against my tits was more than I could stand. I had my first orgasm as he was kissing me. I couldn't imagine what it was going to feel like when he put his dick in me. At that point I didn't care about the lights or who was watching. I just wanted him inside me.
While his tongue was dancing with mine and his hands were fondling my breasts, I dropped my hand to his cock. It almost took my breath away. It was a lot longer and thicker than my husband's. There was no way that I would ever want to hurt my husband, but I just had to have this monster inside me. He laid me back with my ass on the edge of the table and spread my legs wide. He said something about what a beautiful hairy cunt I had, but all I could think of was having that cock inside it. He rubbed the tip of his prick against my pussy lips, which brought me to another massive orgasm. He slipped the head in a little bit, and then stopped, whispered for me to relax. It seemed like hours before he got his dick all the way in me. It was so big and thick that it stretched me to the limit, and it was touching places that had never been touched before.
Finally he began a long slow in-and-out motion. It was very gentle at first, but still I couldn't control my orgasms. They had taken over my body. It didn't seem to bother him. He would stop and let my convulsions subside, then go back to work. I couldn't keep from screaming out in pleasure. I was sure my husband could hear me, along with everyone else in the area, but right then I didn't care. My body shook and shuddered and did its best to suck that big cock into me. He was a master cocksman and he was damn well giving me the fuck of a lifetime.
I was in a fog of pleasure as wave after wave of ecstasy ripped through me. My body had turned into one big nerve, and there was nothing else in the world. After what seemed like hours I heard a loud groan as the man who was fucking me filled me with his hot sperm. It flooded me with a joy that ran all through my body. Then he collapsed on me, panting.
We lay together for a long time. He whispered into my ear, telling me over and over what a good fuck I was. I felt his dick go soft and slip from my come-filled pussy. He asked me if I would like a beer. I was so dry I could have drank sand. I sat up on the table and looked around. I didn't see anyone, but I was sure they were out there looking. I was a mess. My long brown hair was wet with sweat, and my pussy hair was matted with come, with more come running out of my cunt onto the table.
He came back to the table and handed me a beer, then asked me if I would like to go to the lake for a dip. His wife and my husband were down there. He had to help me to the lake because my legs were still weak. As I slipped into the cool water, I was brought back to reality. I was starting to feel guilty, but then my husband swam up to me, took me in his arms and kissed me. He played with my sensitive nipples, but I thought that I'd had all the fucking I wanted for that night.
The blonde and her mate were back at it again. They were fondling each other as though they hadn't had any sex in a month. It wasn't long before they slipped out of the water and headed up the hill to their camp. We swam around a bit and then followed them. As we passed their camp they were fucking on the table again. We watched a while, and my husband's dick got hard as a rock. I took him by the hand and led him to our camper. We fucked until near daylight before exhaustion took over and we went to sleep.
In the morning the couple was gone, but the three young guys were still in their camp. When we drove by they gave us a big cheer. My husband and I grinned at each other. We knew we would never forget the big twenty-five!—Name and address withheld
RUB-A-DUB-DUB, THERE'S FIVE MEN IN A HOT TUB, ALL FUCKING MY WIFE
About three months ago my wife Carol and I took a trip to Chicago. After a few days of sightseeing, we planned to rest up and spend a day enjoying the hot tub at the hotel. That evening Carol told me we were going to play a little game. She said I should follow the instructions in a note she would leave in the bathroom, without asking questions. Carol had done this before and it had always turned out to be quite enjoyable, so I went along with her request.
The note said I was to shower and dress, and then try to find her at the hotel bar. The bar was dark, but my eyes soon adjusted and I began to look for her. There were maybe fifteen other guests in the place, mostly businessmen. Then I saw someone I thought was Carol, sitting with a fellow in his late thirties. But this woman was wearing a very low-cut dress, backless and short, and Carol never dressed that way.
The woman was stroking the man's inner thigh and rubbing the large bulge in his crotch. He, in turn, had his hand deep inside her dress. I sat down and watched these two go at it.
When the woman got up and turned my way headed toward the restroom, I almost choked on my drink. It was indeed my wife. As she walked by me she gave me a wink and adjusted her dress. I got up and followed her. When she came out of the bathroom, she told me that she had told the man, Tom, that she was in town alone on business. Carol said he seemed interested in her, and that he was calling a few friends that he wanted her to meet. In turn, she had told him that she'd met another guest at the hotel, who would also be joining them.
I followed her back to the table, where she introduced me to Tom. Tom said his friends were at the hot tub, and asked if we wanted to join them. I agreed, but Carol said she had no bathing suit. Tom said that it wouldn't be a problem, and that she could just go nude. Carol said maybe, and we left for the tub.
The hot tub was in a small glass-walled room on the roof, close to the pool. When we arrived, the three guys in the tub stood up. They were all nude. They asked Carol to join them. She looked at me and I nodded.
We both started to undress. I finished first and turned to watch as Carol made one hell of a show of stripping for everyone. When she finished, she slowly stepped into the hot water, helped by many hands. In no time the guys were fondling her breasts and pussy, and her hands were full of hard cock.
Carol began moaning as one of the guys moved between her legs and entered her cunt. Another stood up, moved to her mouth and fed her his hard dick. He fucked her mouth as if it were her cunt, deep and hard.
It wasn't long before the one between her legs exploded deep in her willing cunt, and was replaced by another guy. The fellow with his cock in her mouth grunted and shot off, sending his hot come down her throat. The next man stood up and she grabbed his cock and started to suck him as if she could never get enough.
This guy blew his load very quickly, and I stood to take my
turn. Carol took my cock in and used her mouth like a pro. The sensation of her lips sliding over my cock was too much for me, and she drank my come down with the rest. The guy fucking her picked her up and moved her to the edge of the hot tub, then kept right on fucking as if nothing had happened. This guy was hung like a mule, and he had Carol's cunt spread open as far as it would go, his cock moving slowly in and out of her wet pussy. You could tell she was about to come and, when her orgasm started, he ground his pelvis hard against her, making her come over and over again.
When she calmed down he pulled his dick out of her pussy and asked her to suck him off. He sat on the edge of the tub and she got between his legs and got to work. The first guy was hard again, and he moved behind her and pushed his cock into her pussy and started to fuck her. The guy with the huge dick grunted, sending a huge load of come into her mouth. She tried to drink it all, but some of it escaped and dripped onto her tits.
The one fucking her pulled her toward him by the hips and dumped his load in her pussy. We all looked at her as she lay there beside the hot tub, exhausted but happy. Everyone helped her get dressed, and I told them I would make sure she got to her room all right.
The next morning we had a message to come to the security desk. We stopped by after we checked out. There was a small package for us, containing a videotape. When we got home and watched it, we found it was a tape of our night in the hot tub, caught by a security camera. There was a note attached, saying that the management hoped we had enjoyed our stay and invited us to come back anytime.—R.C., Urbana, Ohio
HIS WIFE'S COLLEGE REUNION TURNS INTO A THREE-FOR-ALL WITH HER OLD BOYFRIENDS
For many years I have had a fantasy about seeing my beautiful wife getting fucked by another guy. Last month my fantasy became reality.
Patricia is forty, and we've been married for sixteen years. We had always been faithful to each other, but I often thought about her enjoying another man while I watched.
Despite being forty, Patricia has the body of a twenty-year-old. She is blonde and in terrific shape, with a slim waist, broad hips, and breasts the size of melons. Her tits and ass are her greatest assets, and she is constantly getting the eye from other men when we go out together.
Three weeks ago we attended her college reunion in a city about a hundred miles from where we live. Patricia had been very popular in college, but had the reputation of a being a real tease. Guys who dated her could usually get her to bare her tits, and they'd get some heavy petting action, but that's where it ended. She always stopped the action before it got out of hand. Needless to say, she was a virgin when we married.
As we prepared to leave for the reunion, I asked Patricia if she was excited about seeing her old school friends, particularly her old flames. She had really only dated two guys on a steady basis, and neither of them had gotten any further than her casual dates had.
Patricia said she was very curious about how everyone would look, and if she would recognize Glen and Peter, her old boyfriends.
“Well, they'll sure recognize you. You haven't changed at all. Your body would still stop a freight train,” I commented. She was a little embarrassed by my statement, but she appreciated the fact that I knew this was a special night for her.
It occurred to me that this could be an opportune time to have my fantasy come true. “Honey, have you ever thought of making it with another guy?” I asked. Patricia's face got red.
“You know I love you. Why would I want to be with another guy when you give me all I need?” she replied.
“I bet if we asked Glen and Peter what they wanted tonight more than anything else, it would be to screw you until all hours of the morning,” I said.
Patricia looked at me with a kind of embarrassed grin on her face and said, “I really have been thinking about those days. I really must have been a prude!”
“Baby, I would love to see you take them both on and give them what they so desperately wanted years ago,” I told her sincerely. “I've always had this fantasy of watching you shake those fantastic tits and ass for a private audience, and then doing whatever came naturally with them.”
Patricia started to giggle. She came across the room and kissed me. “The only way I would do it is with you in the same room to make sure nothing got out of hand,” she said. Man, was I ever excited. We had planned to spend the night in the hotel where the reunion was being held, so entertaining some guests would be easy.
The drive to the reunion was quiet, but Patricia glowed in anticipation of the coming evening. She asked how this was all going to work. “Don't worry, sweetheart,” I told her. “I just want you to have the time of your life.”
Glen was the first to meet us when we arrived at the hotel ballroom. There were about three hundred people in the room, and Glen must have been watching for Patricia to arrive.
“You look terrific, Patricia,” Glen stammered. I could appreciate his comment, as she had dressed in a very elegant evening gown, black silk with spaghetti straps and a plunging neckline that allowed everyone to see the tops of her big tits.
After a few drinks and some small talk, Patricia and I sat and watched people dance. “There's Peter,” Patricia whispered to me. Her hand was on my thigh. She squeezed my leg as she watched Peter talking to Glen across the dance floor. Both guys were looking at her while they talked. After a few minutes, they both crossed the room and sat down with us.
From the way they spoke, I could tell they had been drinking. “Patricia, you're still the most gorgeous thing around,” Peter slurred, as he leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
I could sense that Patricia was growing more and more heated as we all sat and talked. Glen soon asked her to dance and led her onto the dance floor.
As they danced, Glen let his hands drop to Patricia's backside and squeeze her ass. He was holding her very close, mashing her tits to his chest and kissing her neck. Peter asked if the actions on the dance floor were bothering me.
“Hell, no,” I said. “In fact, Patricia was very excited about seeing you two. We were hoping that you'd join us for some drinks in our room upstairs.” Peter's mouth dropped open. He gulped down the rest of his drink while we watched my wife being groped on the dance floor.
The song ended and Patricia and Glen joined us. Glen was desperately trying to hide his erect cock, and Patricia was straightening her dress. Both were a little flushed from their contact on the dance floor.
Peter grabbed Glen's arm and pulled him over to the bar, where they had another drink. Peter was obviously telling Glen about my invitation. I told Patricia that I was going up to our room, and that I'd hide in the closet. I gave her a kiss and told her to do anything she wanted—this was her night.
In the closet with the door slightly open, I had a perfect view of the room. I slipped off my slacks and jockey shorts and waited for my wife and her two boyfriends to arrive.
After about ten minutes they came in, making small talk about the good old days. Patricia made drinks and asked if they wanted to play some cards.
“Cards! We came to your room to play cards?” Glen said. “Get serious.
“Well, since my husband has been delayed downstairs, I thought that we could play cards until he joined us,” she responded. I didn't realize my wife could lie so well.
“Well, if we're going to play cards, then why don't we play strip poker?” Peter suggested.
“Great idea,” Glen chimed in.
“Well, I guess that's okay. After all, we are adults,” Patricia said.
The three of them sat at the table, and Peter dealt the first hand. Patricia lost, which was no surprise because she knew nothing about poker.
“Okay, Patricia. Take something off,” Peter said.
She stood up and unzipped her gown. As the spaghetti straps fell off her shoulders, the gown dropped to the floor around her feet. I almost fell out of the closet when I saw what she had on under the elegant gown.
Clad in a black lace bra, black G-string and a
black garter belt with black mesh nylons and high heels, Patricia stood there a moment so Peter and Glen could stare at her fantastic body. Then she sat back down and told Peter to deal the cards.
Both guys had a hard time concentrating on their cards with my wife's 40C tits bulging out of her bra. They lost the next four hands and were soon down to their skimpy briefs. The bulges in their sexy underwear caught Patricia's eye as another hand of cards was dealt. She lost.
“What do you guys want me to take off next?” she asked as both men rubbed their hard cocks through their briefs.
“The bra—take that damn bra off!” pleaded Peter.
Patricia reached around with both hands and unsnapped her bra clasp. The bra slid from her chest and her melon tits swayed into view. Her nipples were standing up straight, a sure indication that she was really hot.
Peter and Glen stood up next to my gorgeous wife and removed their briefs. They began rubbing their giant cocks against her thighs. Patricia was in heaven. They bent over and each of them took a tit in his mouth. Her head rolled back as she closed her eyes and thrust her heaving chest against their sucking mouths.
What a sight! I began to slowly stroke my cock as I stood in the closet watching my wife go into a dreamy trance from the tit-sucking she was getting from her two lovers.
Glen and Peter moved Patricia to the king-size bed and put her on all fours with her ass in the air. My wife was becoming a real slut with these guys, and positioned herself just as they wanted her.
Peter moved behind her and pulled her black G-string down. His cock had to be nine inches, and it had large veins running along its sides. He began rubbing it on my wife's ass as Glen positioned himself at her face. She began running her tongue over his eight-inch cock, causing him to break out in a sweat.
