Letters to Penthouse XXI
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It wasn’t that she was a prude. She has always liked sex, and our intimate relations have always been active and varied. But she never expressed any interest in playing around, even though I often told her that one of my fantasies had to do with her playing the slut with strange men. She insisted that although I could fantasize however I liked, her body was for me alone to enjoy.
About a year ago, shortly before my fortieth birthday (she’s a year younger), I noticed some changes in Paula. She began to comment on how attractive certain men were—sometimes an actor on TV, other times a new coworker. Interestingly, most of the men she commented on were black, including her new boss. I also noticed that the hems on her skirts and dresses were rising slightly. And during sex she used a dildo and vibrator much more than before. In particular, when we fucked, she often wanted to have me in one orifice and the dildo or vibrator in another. She especially enjoyed having me fuck her anally while she moved a dildo in and out of her cunt. Her orgasms were fantastic.
For my birthday, which was on a Friday, we arranged for Paula’s parents to stay with the kids while we spent the night at a downtown hotel. She made all the arrangements. We would have a meal at a fine restaurant, check out a dance club, then “go to our room”!
We checked into the hotel before dinner. Paula said she had bought a special outfit she thought I would really like, but she wanted to shower first. I sat and watched the news on TV. After about half an hour she came out of the bathroom stark naked, but with her makeup on. She had put on more eye makeup than usual, and was wearing a strong perfume. I saw too that she had shaved her pussy bare, something she usually did only in the summer. I also noticed that her nipples were erect.
Paula went to her suitcase and got out a black evening dress, which she slipped on, not bothering with underwear. The dress was calf-length but had a slit on one side almost up to her waist. It was backless and cut quite low in front, with thin shoulder straps to hold it up. She then put on sheer black thigh-high nylons and a pair of glossy black three-inch heels. Looking at her, I got an immediate erection.
Noticing my state, Paula smiled and said she thought she would give me something special for my birthday. She said, “Your wife is going to look like one high-class slut tonight. Would you like me to act like one too?” I didn’t have to say anything. The expression on my face told her the answer.
At the restaurant Paula got quite a few stares as we walked to our table. During the meal she leaned over several times so the waiter could get a good look down the top of her dress. We had two bottles of wine, and she got quite giddy. A few times she slid my hand up her dress to feel her bare pussy.
The dance club Paula picked was one I’d never been to. It was a blues club, and most of the patrons were black. Needless to say, she again got a lot of attention as we walked in and were seated. We ordered some sherry, and I went to the men’s room. When I got back, there were two black men sitting at our table, looking to be in their late twenties, both quite tall and quite good-looking. Paula introduced them as Drew and Malcolm. She said they had come over to her and said they hoped she and her husband wouldn’t mind having some extra company.
Not wanting to be impolite, I said that would be fine. The men said they were in town for a business meeting. They had both been basketball players in college, and were now in the telecommunications business. After about fifteen minutes of chitchat, Drew asked Paula if she wanted to dance. She looked at me, and I nodded my okay.
Drew must have been about six feet five, and towered over Paula. While chatting with Malcolm about sports, I watched the two of them on the dance floor. The band was playing a fast number, and Paula was moving her body in a decidedly sexual manner. Then they went into a slow number, and she put her arms around his neck and pressed close to him. The lighting was dim, but it looked very much like they were grinding their bodies together.
When they came back to the table, Malcolm asked Paula to dance. This time she didn’t even look at me. Again she danced provocatively through both a fast and a slow number. When they returned, I said it was my turn to dance with my wife now.
It was a slow number. Paula snuggled close to me and whispered that both Drew and Malcolm had said they wanted to fuck her. They had asked whether her husband was the kind of guy who liked to see his wife being screwed, particularly by well-endowed black men. She told them that I have a fantasy of her being promiscuous, but that she wasn’t sure how I would react in reality. She also said that when she had ground her body against theirs, they had both gotten erections, and they both felt huge.
She said she would only do what I wanted. She admitted she was excited by the idea of fucking them but wasn’t sure where it might lead. When I asked what she meant by that, she said she loved me and never wanted to be without me, but lately she had been hungering for some variety before she got too old and lost her looks. She said she was particularly turned on by black men.
She said if Drew and Malcolm went back to the hotel room with us, if I wanted I could watch. Then after they left we would have sex and see how we felt about the whole thing. If it was positive, she would be open to dressing more enticingly and having sex with other men. She asked what I thought about that. For an answer I put her hand on my cock, which was straining to get out of my pants. My heart was beating rapidly. She smiled and licked her lips.
When we got back to the table, Paula said to Drew and Malcolm, “Why don’t we continue this in our hotel room?” They both grinned lasciviously.
The hotel was about a fifteen-minute car ride from the club. Drew got in front with me, and Paula and Malcolm got in the back. She snuggled close to him, and when I checked in the rearview mirror, I saw them necking. There was also quite a bit of movement on Paula’s part. I suspected that Malcolm had his hand up her skirt and was already sampling her delectable crotch.
On the way to the hotel, I stopped at a liquor store and got a bottle of Jack Daniel’s and a bottle of wine. When I got back in the car, Drew had cramped his tall body in the back seat and joined Malcolm and Paula in their foreplay. By the time we got to the hotel, the three of them were breathing quite heavily. In the lobby we got quite a few stares from the staff and patrons. As we made our way to the elevators, I noticed that Paula’s cleavage now afforded a revealing view of her areolae. Also, Drew and Malcolm were trying not very successfully to conceal their oversize erections.
When we got to the room, Paula went in the bathroom while I poured some whiskey for our new friends. She came out in a few minutes in a black see-through negligee. She asked me for a shot of the Jack Daniel’s and gulped it down. Then she licked her lips and went over to the bed, where Drew and Malcolm were sitting, and began to take off their clothes. I sat down in a chair to watch the show.
She removed their shirts, then their shoes and socks. As she worked, she pressed her body against them, and they rubbed her back and felt her breasts. By the time she took off their underwear, they both had erections. Drew’s must have been eight to nine inches and quite thick. Malcolm’s was about the same length, but thinner.
At the sight of their cocks, Paula gave a little smile and began to alternate licking them. Then she took Malcolm’s in her mouth. She has great control over her gag reflex, and was able to get it pretty far down her throat. Both Drew and Malcolm commented on her skill, comparing her with other white women they had shared. After she had sucked Malcolm for three or four minutes, she turned to Drew’s monster. She had a hard time getting it in her mouth, but she managed to give it a good licking.
Then she said it was her turn. She slipped off her negligee, lay down on her back on the bed and spread her legs. Her bare pussy looked delicious, and her clit was already swollen and standing out prominently. Malcolm began licking her pussy as Drew positioned himself with his long dong hanging over her face. She resumed her partial swallowing and licking of his cock while she enjoyed Malcolm’s ministrations. She was soon breathing heavily, and juices were oozing out of her pussy.
Seeing how hot Paula was, Drew pulled away from her mouth and asked her what she wanted next. Between gasps, she said she was ready to have them fuck her. She wanted Drew’s huge cock in her cunt, and Malcolm’s leaner tool reaming her ass. The guys didn’t hesitate. Drew got on his back, and she positioned herself above him and lowered herself slowly on his cock. I was surprised at the ease with which it went in. Immediately she began to yelp, and her body spasmed.
After a few minutes she settled down, then pointed to her ass. As she leaned forward over Drew, Malcolm positioned himself behind her. After wetting his finger and sliding it in and out of her ass several times, he began to stick his long cock in. To my surprise, it too disappeared inside her. I hadn’t thought my wife’s body had the capacity for so much cock. I found watching the action an unbelievable turn-on, though none of them were paying any attention to me. My heart beat rapidly as I watched my wife with her two black studs.
Once they were both in, they moved back and forth in a slow contrapuntal rhythm. Paula’s slight weight appeared to be nothing to Drew as he pushed repeatedly up into her. He played with her breasts as Malcolm gently rubbed her back. Soon she was screeching, and her body writhed and jerked in orgasm. After about ten minutes, she growled that she wanted them to move faster. She moved up and down on Drew’s cock as he increased the pace of his strokes. Malcolm kept up with them, and their moans and gasps filled the room. A few minutes later both men climaxed with groans of pleasure. Paula’s body twitched convulsively.
It took another couple of minutes for the three of them to calm down. When Drew and Malcolm withdrew from Paula, their come was dripping out of her, and she had a dazed but happy look. The men high-fived each other, and they both said that was absolutely the best fuck they had ever had—“and we’ve had plenty of experience,” Drew added. Paula pulled herself into a sitting position and gave each of their cocks several long licks as they stood by the bed. She then thanked them, and they thanked her in return.
Drew and Malcolm got dressed quickly, and before they left, I handed them business cards with our address and telephone number and invited them to keep in touch. Malcolm asked me how I would feel about them telling their friends about Paula too. I looked over at her, and she nodded, so I said that that would be just fine.
“As long as they’re up to your standards,” my wife chimed in.
When they left, Paula said that that had been an astounding sexual experience, even more so than she could have imagined, but now she wanted to make love with me. The sheets were sweaty and wet with come, but we fucked anyway. I had somehow managed to resist masturbating throughout her fuckfest with her black lovers, and my cock was as erect as it had ever been, and covered with precome.
Our lovemaking was intense and pleasurable. Paula’s twat was loose and come-filled, so I was able to stay hard longer than usual. I slid several fingers in her ass as I fucked her, and soon she was coming almost continuously, until I came inside her like a cannon.
As Paula predicted, things have really changed for us during the last year. She began to date her black boss. As his special assistant, she now accompanies him frequently on business trips. She has taken to wearing short skirts and tops that show lots of cleavage.
Drew and Malcolm call whenever they’re in town, and she invites them over for marathon sex, with me watching. She’s also made a number of trips to see them in their home territory. During these trips she participates in what can only be described as orgies with them and their friends. When she gets home she tells me all the details, and we fuck like animals.
Paula and I have always been happily married, but now we are happier than ever. The wonderful present my wife gave me on my fortieth birthday will go on giving for the rest of our lives.—K.J., Lexington, Kentucky
WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOUR WIFE GOES FROM NORMAL TO NYMPHO? ENJOY IT
Until about a year ago, my wife Emily and I had a fairly conventional marriage. Emily has just turned forty-eight, and I am a year older. We both have professional jobs; she’s an accountant, and I’m a business consultant. We have two daughters, one now in college and the other recently graduated. We have always enjoyed our family and our life together, including our sex life. But when our youngest daughter left for college and we became empty-nesters, something changed.
Emily decided to take off a few extra pounds through diet and exercise. She’s never really been heavy, but she felt that her waist, hips and stomach needed some toning. She wound up dropping ten pounds from her five-foot-four inch frame, which put her at one hundred and ten pounds, about what she weighed when we first married. Then she decided to have some plastic surgery to uplift her breasts and tone down some minor facial and neck wrinkles. Finally she went to a makeup artist and hair stylist, and the result was that she looked at least ten years younger. While she has always been pretty and attractive, her appearance now is absolutely captivating. Her figure is a well-toned 36C-25-35; her dyed blonde hair is stylishly cut in mod fashion; her makeup accentuates her blue eyes and full lips. In addition, she began to dress less conservatively, wearing clothes that would show off her figure—short dresses and skirts, cleavage- revealing tops and sexy lingerie.
Most significantly, Emily began to get more adventuresome in her sexual play. She always seemed primed to fuck. When she came home from work, she would greet me with a passionate kiss and begin to play with my cock. Whereas before we had always made love in our bedroom, Emily now maneuvered me into screwing in different rooms—on the dining room table, the living room couch, in my study and, on a few warm evenings, outside in our back yard. She also seemed to be much more into giving me blowjobs, and most surprisingly, while before she had usually been reluctant to try anal intercourse, she now encouraged me take her in the ass. When I asked her what accounted for these changes, she simply said she was bored with our usual ways of making love and wanted some variety. She said that her new attitude went with her new look, but that if it bothered me she would go back to her more conservative ways. I just said, “No way!” and she smiled.
It was the change in her work habits, though, that finally made me wonder if something else was going on. First of all, she started to work late hours, more than she ever had before, explaining that she had to put in some extra time to train some new young colleagues. Then there was the fact that when she left for work in the morning, she usually dressed in a suit with a short skirt and a buttoned-up blouse; but when she came home in the evening, I noticed that the top buttons were often undone, revealing some lovely cleavage. And several times I detected alcohol on her breath.
One night I walked into the bedroom as she slipped off her skirt, and I saw that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her pussy was shaved, something which she had only started doing recently, and her twat was swollen and moist, almost dripping. When she saw me looking at her, she said that we had to talk.
It was then that she confessed that for the last month she had been going out after work with two of her young male colleagues. Both of them had girlfriends, but they had started coming on to her sexually soon after they had started working at her firm. One, Chad, was a black guy, and his friend Jimmy was white. They were both in their late twenties and quite good-looking. Emily said she had been flattered and turned on by their attention. She had been feeling unusually horny for several weeks, notwithstanding all the sex we were having. In fact, the more we fucked, the more she seemed to need.
One evening after work, as she was having a drink with Chad and Jimmy at a bar near the office, they had begun to come on to her seriously, telling her how good her body was and how much she turned them both on. Soon they each had a hand on one of her legs, stroking her thighs beneath her skirt. Emily found herself getting really excited, and when Chad asked if he could kiss her, she had let him. Then, of course, she had to let Jimmy kiss her too. When their hands wandered to her breasts, she heard herself saying that maybe they should find a room somewhere. Chad suggested his place, as it was nearby and his girlfrien
d was out of town.
That evening Emily had had her first threesome. For two straight hours Chad and Jimmy took turns screwing and eating her out. At one point she gave one of them a blowjob while being fucked from behind by the other. She said that she had never before come so hard and so often, and she just loved it.
After that the three of them had gotten together several times a week for the past month or so. And now, she told me, she had arranged to go away that weekend with Chad and some of his buddies, one of whom had a cabin up in the mountains. Chad had told them what a great fuck she was, and she was looking forward to making it with all of them.
Normally she would shower after screwing the guys, but tonight she hadn’t bothered, and had intentionally left her panties behind. She said she knew I would find out eventually, and it might as well be now. She said that she still loved me very much, and that I was a good lover. But her sexual needs had escalated over the last six months, and she wanted more sex, and more variety, than any one man could deliver. She hoped I could accept that and go on being her husband, but that if I couldn’t she would understand.
That was five months ago. We’re still together, and we fuck frequently. The only way to describe Emily now is to call her a nymphomaniac. Sex has become the most important thing in her life. She likes young studs of all races, and Chad and Jimmy regularly set her up with their friends. I guess I can’t really complain, since the more sex she gets on the outside, the more she seems to want at home as well. We may not have the most conventional marriage in the world, but things could be a lot worse.—Name and address withheld
HIS WIFE DECIDED TO TURN A WEDDING RECEPTION INTO A BACHELOR PARTY
I thought the wedding reception had gone on too long, but then I always think that. The dancing, eating and drinking were still in full swing, but I was bored, and disappointed—disappointed because earlier in the day my wife Ashley and I had had yet another long argument about my wanting her to be less sexually inhibited and more adventuresome.