From what I could see through the frosty, foggy window, I guessed that Tommy must have knocked on our bedroom door and then accidentally pushed it open, finding my wife’s moist, shaved pussy hiding behind her black silk panties. Her ass was still cocked up high in the air, and her panties were still on, but Tommy had apparently pulled them way over to one side and now had his tongue buried deep inside her. Becky was moaning and groaning as she sucked and slurped on Tommy’s huge black dick. Meanwhile he was licking her pussy clean of the juices that had accumulated there.
Right when I was just about to break free from the trance I was in and bang on the window, Tommy suddenly stood up beside the bed and pulled Becky over to the edge, her ass still hiked up high in the air, her wet panties still on. She was rocking from side to side and moaning and groaning while waiting for his next move. He started pushing the head of his fat cock in her panties, and it soon disappeared in her pussy. Wow, I couldn’t believe something that big could fit inside her!
My dick was hard and aching as I watched Tommy fuck my wife through her black silk panties. Damn! I couldn’t believe that I was actually enjoying watching my wife get fucked by this huge black dick. I had never even seen one that big before in my life, and from the looks of it, my wife had never had one that big in her life either!
I was literally freezing out there, but it was getting blazing hot inside. Tommy cried out, “I’m going to explode!” Becky shouted out, “Wait!” He pulled his meaty shaft out of her pussy, and she turned around on the bed and grabbed his pole with both hands, then started jerking furiously back and forth on it. Opening her mouth as wide as possible, she gripped the giant cockhead with her tender lips.
Finally he exploded in her mouth. She just kept slurping his hot come down. It seemed like the volcano would never stop erupting. God, I was truly praying that I could see my wife’s tight pussy filled with every inch of Tommy’s horse cock.
My prayer was answered. No sooner had the wish crossed my mind than Tommy started pulling my wife’s panties off, as she continued deep-throating him. By now my cock was throbbing like I couldn’t believe! It was actually beginning to warm me up a little. As I stood there in the freezing cold manhandling my shaft, knowing I was about to explode, Tommy got my wife’s hips and ass positioned to receive all of his black monster.
The moment I had been hoping and praying for was here. Becky’s pussy was in position. The head of Tommy’s supercock was kissing her wet pussy lips. Her body was shivering like a leaf. He looked down at his baseball bat and, grunting loudly, gradually shoved it deep inside my wife. And she was taking it all.
“Oh God, Tommy,” she cried, “I’ve never felt anything like your big black dick inside me.” Then she cried, “My God, Tommy, you’re in so deep!” The louder she cried, the deeper he went and the harder and faster he fucked her. I loved it! I was cheering for him. I wanted him to bury his pole in her and fuck her hard and fast—and make her beg for more of him!
I believe all three of us reached orgasm about the same time. It was wild! It was awesome! It was powerful! My wife doesn’t know I watched and cheered for my friend to fuck her good and hard. Next time she will!—J.K., Helena, Montana
SHE PUTS ON A SHOW FOR HER LONG-DISTANCE LOVER, USING HER VIDEO CAMERA
It was early March, and because we had not been able to talk for a while, I was missing him like crazy. He had already transferred to California. He had been back in town for a few days, but he would be heading back to Los Angeles today.
I was home, having taken off work, hoping we could talk before he left. In fact, we had planned on that. But as it turned out, we were not able to. I had been looking forward to it so much, so I was so disappointed. Starting with him moving, the whole situation was just so difficult to deal with. I did not want to get upset, though, knowing that there was nothing I could do about it.
Since I had already taken the day off, I decided to make him a hot video. I had already been thinking about this and had a plan in mind what I wanted to do. So I got out the video cam, and got ready.
I wanted to start out with a dance. So I put on my sexy black dress, which I had worn a month earlier during our dinner at Red Lobster. I put on black thigh-highs, black string bikinis, a black bra, black heels—the whole sexy outfit. I found just the right song to play to get me in the mood. Then I set up the camera, carefully checking the zoom, the angle and so on.
As music began to fill my bedroom, I began to dance to it, unzipping my dress, stripping slowly for him on videotape. Sliding my dress down to my feet. Then reaching behind and unhooking my bra, letting it drop off. Putting my feet up, one at a time, on a carefully placed chair. Slipping my shoes off, one by one, and then sliding my stockings down my legs, one at a time, ever so slowly, smiling all the while into the camera, at him.
Then I stood back, away from the chair, swaying to the music, and slid my hands in my panties. I slipped them off slowly. Now, completely naked, I danced for him, running my hands over my body for him, leaning forward to give him a good view of my breasts (my nipples hard, pointing at the camera), turning around and bending over to give him a wonderful view of my ass. Supported by the rhythms of the music, I found myself thinking of my planned visit to California to see him, and to my surprise I realized I was smiling.
Now keep in mind that each segment of this video had to be set up individually, moving the camera in the right position, getting the alignment and the zoom just right. I was beginning to see how much work it was to make a film! But I was really enjoying doing this for him, and it was making me extremely hot, knowing I was capturing this on tape for him to see.
For the next scene I sat in the chair and played with my breasts, squeezing my nipples, pinching them, making them hard for him, taking each one in my mouth and then looking at him in the camera and smiling at him.
The next scene was a zoom scene, and actually ended up being my favorite one. I had the camera set up to zoom in really close in to the chair, where I would sit again—zooming in, to be specific, on my wet pussy. I started out rubbing myself, spreading myself open for him to see, telling him how wet I was, telling him I was going to come for him. I took my dildo and slid it inside me, moving it slowly at first, then faster and faster.
Oh my God, I was so hot and excited, capturing this on tape! I was moaning, telling him how good it felt, telling him I was “oh so wet” for him, and doing this for the camera made me so hot and turned on, it did not take long before I felt that I was going to come. I was telling him, “Ohhh, I’m going to come, baby,” and the zoomed-in camera captured my come squiring out.
I took away the dildo so he could see my come streaming out of me, all over my fingers, and I held myself open for him to see. Ohhh my God, that was the hottest thing to do—and then to have on videotape!
Now so very hot and turned on, I realigned the camera to another angle, once again focused on the chair, but not a zoom shot this time. I had a huge toy cock that had a suction cup at the bottom. I stuck it to the chair, then went over to the chair, facing the camera, and slid the dildo inside of me—slowly, slowly.
I looked into the camera as I did this, moaning, telling him how good it felt. I was so hot and turned on, and now I moved up and down on this huge cock on the chair, faster, faster, feeling how it was filling me up. Soon I felt that I was going to come again, and I told him this, into the camera, moaning, “Ohhh yesss.” Oh, how I was smiling and smiling, thinking to myself that this was the hottest thing to do for him, so wild and erotic, and how I couldn’t wait for him to see it.
Now for my final scene. Once again I had to realign the camera. Now it was focused on the foot of my bed. I took my dildo and bent over, my ass facing the camera, and slid it slowly inside my ass, moaning as I slid it farther and farther inside me, thinking of him fucking me there, ohhh!
The camera focused on my ass as I slid the dildo in and out, faster and faster, once again imagining him fucking me. Very soon I was coming, squirting all over the
bed.
Just that much, as short as it seemed on film, had actually taken me hours to shoot. I made him a short closing clip, telling him how I loved making this videotape for him, how hot and turned on it had made me, how hot and turned on he makes me, and how I hoped that he enjoyed it.
Well, after I viewed it, I knew he would love it. And when I told him about it, he told me to bring it to Los Angeles with me when I came in a few weeks, and we would watch it together. And so we did. That was how my first trip to Los Angeles started out, with us watching this hot, steamy video I had made just for him.
It always makes me smile, thinking of making that video, how hot it was to film myself like that, and sometime soon I will have to make him another one—or better yet, a video of the two of us together. Now that would be hot!—L.G., Kansas City, Missouri
HE ENCOURAGED HIS WIFE’S ITCH TO “COP” A FEEL OF THE LONG SCHLONG OF THE LAW
I have been reading Penthouse Letters for about two years now, and I love it. My wife works at a bookstore and sometimes brings copies home.
I guess that a lot of men would like to see their wives with other men. I sure did, and it does spice up the sex life. But you have to be honest and trust each other. I never could tell my wife about my fantasy of her with another man till after we had our third child.
After sixteen years of marriage, she started working the swing shift, so I was left to take care of the baby at night. She would get home around one in the morning, and by then I would be tired and in need of sleep, since I had to be up in the morning for work. When she got home, she would try to wake me up or play with me. I would wake up half asleep, do a quickie and go back to sleep.
She started to complain that I was not giving her enough attention and I was getting boring. Finally I started to make comments to her like why didn’t she find someone who can satisfy her? Sometimes she would get pissed off at me and insist that she married me, not someone else.
Our sex life was going on the same, and I kept on putting her off with new remarks or excuses. Finally one night she said, “Okay, if I find someone else, can you handle it?”
For a second I thought about it, and then I dared her to do it. After a couple of weeks of the same routine at night, I once again dared her to let me see her with another man.
The following week, on a Wednesday night, when my wife got home and woke me up, she told me that a cop had made a remark to her. I was wide awake to hear the details. She said she was on a ladder at work, putting some books on the shelves, and this cop was checking her out from behind. When she got down from the ladder, he said to her, “See what you have done?”
At first she didn’t know what he was talking about. Then he pointed to a big tent in his pants. She was embarrassed at first, but then told him that wasn’t her fault. He was the one who was looking at her ass and getting turned on.
The cop said he had to fix this tent somehow, and moved to the other side of the store to adjust his pants. After a few minutes he came back. My wife looked at him and said, “Looks like you adjusted your pants and took care of the big tent.”
Then she had to go and help some customers, and the cop left. She had known this cop for seven or eight years. According to her, he did have a big tent. He was over six feet tall and a good two hundred fifty pounds.
I was really getting excited. I asked if she was interested in the cop.
She smiled and gave me a kiss, then said that she would like to see his penis. She really wanted to know how big it was. She wasn’t sure about doing anything, but with a little bit of support from me she said, “Well, if it’s really okay with you, I’ll try.” She reminded me that she had never had any other man in her life. We were married to each other when she was eighteen and I was nineteen.
I promptly suggested, “Let’s go and find him.”
She said, “No, why don’t you call the station? Leave a message just saying it’s ‘a friend,’ so nobody will be suspicious, and leaving our phone number.”
I did that right away. After ten minutes, or about two o’clock, the phone rang. I answered. It was the cop. I told him to hold on and gave the phone to my wife. When she told him who it was, and the reason she wanted to talk to him, he apparently became very interested. She said she had noticed the big bulge in his pants and was curious to see it up close. I’ll bet he was surprised—and apparently intrigued, because the next thing my wife said was, “That was my husband.”
Obviously he had asked who the man was who left the message and answered the phone. She told him that she had my blessing. I talked with him and reassured him that it was okay, and said that he should come by for a cup of coffee. My wife arranged for him to come to our home, which was five minutes from the station. She had him promise not to tell anyone about the rendezvous. When she hung up, she said he had agreed and would try to get away for a few minutes.
In the meantime, my wife and I started playing around with each other. I wanted to encourage her to go through with it. Soon the phone rang, and the cop said that he was able to come over for a little while but he was nervous about the situation. My wife assured him again that it was okay and pleaded with him to show her his cock for real.
A few minutes later he arrived. After shaking his hand and introducing myself, I led him to our family room. He couldn’t keep his eyes off my wife’s see-through nightgown. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She came in the family room with some coffee. She sat next to me, and we all shared some small talk and coffee.
I told him that it was okay with me if anything should happen, and that if he could, he should at least let my wife feel his dick. I pulled her toward him and exposed her breasts to him, and asked if he liked what he saw. He said yes, and said he wanted to feel “her soft plums.” He said it was like a dream come true. He had been married almost twenty years, and his wife was not giving him much sex, since she was very religious. Although he had never cheated on her, he said, this was a chance he didn’t want to pass by.
I asked him again to let my wife feel his aroused dick, and left the room so they could have some privacy. When I came back, I saw my beautiful wife in another man’s arms, being kissed and having her breasts massaged while she had his fully awakened dick in her hand. Boy, was it huge, almost twice as large as mine. I was so turned on.
I told them it would be better if we went upstairs in the bedroom. When we got there, the cop and my wife were all over each other. She even tried to deep-throat him, but could take less than half of his meat. He licked and sucked her juicy pussy. After a while he asked if he could enter her. She seemed a little nervous with that huge dick, but she looked at me. I nodded.
I told the cop to go slow. I didn’t try to hide the fact that I had my dick out. In fact, he watched momentarily as I stroked it. I told him that my wife had never fucked any other man but me, and pointed out what was by now obvious, that I was a lot smaller than he was.
He kissed her pussy again, spread her legs open and entered her an inch at a time. As he entered her, I moved behind them, looking at his big, thick Irish dick going in and out of her pussy. By the way, she’s about five-four and a hundred twenty pounds. The guy looked like a giant on top of her. All of a sudden he started pumping a bit harder, and I saw a heavenly look on her face. She lifted her legs up and wrapped them around him. He groaned and moaned with her as they both climaxed. When he got off her, there was come dripping out of her pussy.
The cop got dressed and said he had to leave, but would like to see my wife again sometime soon. She looked at me for a nod. I said it was okay with me if she wanted to. She got up and gave me a big hug and kiss, then turned around to the cop and said yes.
When we walked the cop to the door, he gave my wife a big hug and kiss. We shook hands, and he thanked us both. He also said how wonderful he thought my wife was, and how hot and tight her pussy was. After he left, she asked me if I wanted to clean out her come-filled pussy with my tongue. I said I did, and I enjoyed every minute of it. We had wo
nderful sex that night. Every time I came, I kept on getting another hard-on.
Since then we have been having sex every night. The cop comes by once or twice a month. He even took us to dinner once, and bought my wife some sexy clothes and lingerie. Now I am a true believer in men who get turned on by seeing their wife with another man.—Name and address withheld
WHY CHOOSE BETWEEN A WHITE GUY AND A BLACK GUY? HAVE ONE OF EACH!
Priscilla and I have been married for fifteen years. Since we’ve been together, she has been the aggressive partner sexually. I often think that her libido is more like that of a man than a woman. She reads Penthouse Letters regularly for adventurous new ideas.
Our arrangement is that she is free to go out with friends or on dates once each weekend and once during the week. The other times, when we’re not at our jobs, are for us to do things together or with mutual friends. She’s five-three, a hundred ten pounds, and has a terrific figure and a pretty face, with a bubbling personality. We don’t have children yet because she doesn’t want to have that responsibility yet. Since she’s thirty-seven now, we do have to make a decision sometime soon, and if it’s to have children, she knows that it will involve quite a change in her social life.
What drives Priscilla the most, sexually, is variety—that, and the thrill of taking things to the edge. She gets off with men and women, has participated in numerous multiple-partner trysts and gang bangs, and is into exhibitionism and sex in public places. Let me give you just one example.
It happened last weekend. Atypically, I was present for the entire event—usually she relates her adventures to me afterward. This time she had decided that she wanted to go to a new club some friends of hers had told her about, and since none of her friends wanted to go that night, she allowed me to come along just so she would have company on the way there and (if necessary) on the way back. While we were there, I had to pretend we didn’t know each other.
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