Letters to Penthouse XXII

by Penthouse International

  Copyright © 2004 by General Media Communications, Inc.

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  First eBook Edition: July 2008

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  CONTENTS

  VACATION VIDEO

  HIS WANTON WIFE

  BIG CASINO

  SHY NO MORE

  DEPTH OF A SALESMAN

  LAPPING IT UP

  TRUCKERS’ TREAT

  COMMUNING WITH NATURE

  RAUNCHY ROOMIES

  HER HUSBAND’S BLESSING

  NEIGHBORLY HOSPITALITY

  QUIM QUEST

  BEST LAYED PUSSY PLANS

  HER STUD IMPRESARIO

  APRIL’S UNDERWEAR MODEL

  FOREVER LOVING AMBER

  SKYSCRAPER SEX SCENES

  CLOSE TO NATURE

  ALL AT ATTENTION

  AN ADDITIONAL FIRE

  SHIPBOARD LUAU

  ORGY BEACH

  HEY, GOOD BUDDIES!

  DANCING THE THREE-STEP

  DISPLAYING DENISE

  THE SUPER IS IN

  MONA MAKES MONEY

  THE CLOSEST OF FRIENDS

  STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN

  MIGHTY APHRODITE

  DOUBLE FEATURE

  WILD AT HEART

  COME CLINIC

  BEHOLDING HER MAN

  POOL GALS’ PEEP SHOW

  THE GODDESS NEXT DOOR

  CARNAL CONFESSION

  AN ORDINARY COUPLE

  SEX IN ROOM SEVEN

  THE TEN-YEAR ITCH

  THE RED AND THE BLACK

  VELMA IN THE VAN

  SMALL BUT SEXY

  THE QUICKER PICKER-UPPER

  DEAR HUNTING SEASON

  BABYSITTER GOES BI

  A GIFT FOR THE GUEST

  PASSION PROBLEM?

  LOVIN’ LINDA

  NAKED IN NEW ORLEANS

  KEEP ON TRUCKIN’

  FRIENDS COME IN HANDY

  LOVE, ITALIAN STYLE

  ANNIVERSARY ADVENTURE

  BACKYARD BOP

  A PARTNER FOR PATSY

  PARKING LOT PLAY

  SWEDISH MEAT BALL

  A REAL DOLL

  SHOWING OFF

  BARE THERE

  TINY TITTERS

  LONG TEASE

  X-RATED ROMP

  IT’S HOT TO WATCH.

  Sex is everywhere—at home, in the office, at the movies, in the woods, by the pool, any place the prospects for peeping tomfoolery exists. And if you’re an astute observer, be prepared to get your spectacles steamed. Watching a hot woman cavort and climax under the torrid touch of another is a racy sight that will set your heart racing and dare your body to jump right into the action. Believe what you see, straight from the pages of Penthouse—because everything you’ll read is true … and will totally turn you on.

  OTHER BOOKS IN THE SERIES:

  Erotica from Penthouse

  More Erotica from Penthouse

  Erotica from Penthouse III

  Letters to Penthouse I

  Letters to Penthouse II

  Letters to Penthouse III

  Letters to Penthouse IV

  Letters to Penthouse V

  Letters to Penthouse VI

  Letters to Penthouse VII

  Letters to Penthouse VIII

  Letters to Penthouse IX

  Letters to Penthouse X

  Letters to Penthouse XI

  Letters to Penthouse XII

  Letters to Penthouse XIII

  Letters to Penthouse XIV

  Letters to Penthouse XV

  Letters to Penthouse XVI

  Letters to Penthouse XVII

  Letters to Penthouse XXIII

  Letters to Penthouse XIX

  Letters to Penthouse XX

  Letters to Penthouse XXI

  Letters to Penthouse XXII

  Letters to Penthouse XXIII

  Letters to Penthouse XXIV

  Letters to Penthouse XXV

  Letters to Penthouse XXVI

  Letters to Penthouse XXVII

  Letters to Penthouse XXVIII

  Letters to Penthouse XXIX

  Letters to Penthouse XXX

  Letters to Penthouse XXXI

  Penthouse Uncensored I

  Penthouse Uncensored II

  Penthouse Uncensored III

  Penthouse Uncensored IV

  Penthouse Uncensored V

  Penthouse Variations

  26 Nights: A Sexual Adventure

  Penthouse: Naughty by Nature

  Penthouse: Between the Sheets

  Penthouse Erotic Video Guide

  One of the most popular themes of letters we receive is voyeurism—wife watching to be exact. It seems there’s nothing quite like watching your significant other in the throes of passion with another man—or in some cases, men. Watching her gyrating, sweating and getting off because of the ministrations and manipulations of another send your heart into overdrive and your mind into a whirlwind of erotic musings. Inside you’ll read all about these steamy encounters and the people who lived and loved them. Husbands watching wives, neighbors watching neighbors, boyfriends watching girlfriends … you get the picture. Clear your mind, get comfortable and prepare to become part of the action as these letters suck you in and make you part of their world.

  Keeping an eye on the action,

  The Editors

  VACATION VIDEO

  I would like to tell your readers about a vacation gift I gave my wife—a story I think they will find unusual and enticing.

  My name is Tom and my wife of nine years is Darla. Darla is one of those fortunate individuals who manage to look good without really trying. She is a thirty-three-year-old blonde with well-shaped 34C breasts. Her nipples are perpetually erect and seem to protrude from any outfit she wears. Men’s gazes are always dropping to her chest. If you asked her, she would probably tell you she is not too happy about a little sag here and there after four children, but I find her lush one-hundred-ten-pound body very appealing, and that, combined with her vivacious personality, makes her incredibly sexy. She complements her sex appeal with a navel ring, a pierced clitoral hood and a shaved cunt. Me? I’m just an average guy with an above average sexual appetite, coupled with a vivid, dirty imagination. I am a traveling salesman (no jokes please), and don’t get laid as often as I would like. Despite this, I have never been unfaithful to my wife. In fact, she is always the object of my daydreams and fantasies. The vacation gift I mentioned was actually one of my fantasies come true!

  Judging from many of your letters, a lot of men (maybe most men) would love to see their wives having sex with another man or woman. Also judging from your letters, most people enjoy watching porno flicks. I once had the pleasure of watching my wife in action with a man named Andrew, and enjoyed the experience immensely. Although that encounter was years ago, the memories of it still provide me with hours of fantastic masturbation material. So I thought to myself, I love watching porno flicks and I love watching my wife. Why not get two for one?

  I waited for the right time to approach my wife with the idea of going out of town by herself and meeting Andrew, who now lives in another state and is married to a bisexual redhead named Ellen. Now I never really had the
impression that Darla was attracted to Ellen, but I did know that she liked Andrew and was very sexually attracted to him. My opportunity finally came one night when Darla was exhausted after a particularly hectic day of cleaning, doing laundry and taking care of our kids. It seemed like a good time to drop my bombshell.

  “Hon,” I said, “you need a quick little vacation. You know, just to get out of town without the kids and let your hair down. A little time on your own would do you good. I’ll give you a present. I’ll watch the kids if you want to go out and do something crazy!”

  She gave me a look that was interested but skeptical as I explained my devious plan. I would stay at home with the kids and baby-sit while she flew out to spend some time with Andrew and Ellen. Once there, she could do whatever she wanted, with the following two rules: First, all sex would be videotaped, and second, she would watch the tapes with me when she came back, and then give them to me.

  Darla seemed intrigued, but she was hesitant, and didn’t make a decision for several weeks. In fact, she didn’t even mention it again during that time, even when we played our usual hot, erotic love games. I was disappointed, but thinking I might have overstepped my matrimonial bounds, I kept quiet and acted as if I had never even made the suggestion.

  About a month later, when I returned from a sales trip, Darla asked me not to make any plans for that weekend, because, she said, she had a lot of errands and running around to do. But later that night, after the kids had all been fed, bathed and put to bed, she informed me that she had plane reservations for the next morning. I knew instantly what she was referring to, and my cock began swelling in my jeans. It was going to happen!

  We were both nervous and horny as I helped her pick out a sexy wardrobe to take with her. After she was all packed, she called Ellen and Andrew to let them know she was coming. They were excited. The conversation soon became steamy as Andrew recounted to my wife all the things that he and Ellen were planning to do with her. I could see her becoming more and more flushed. Her breathing became shallow and rapid. Finally I couldn’t stand it any longer, I peeled Darla’s stretch pants and panties off and began lapping and licking her shaved cunt as though I was starving to death. For the next twenty minutes, Darla talked on the phone, humping my face while I nibbled on her crotch and played with the ring in her clitoral hood. She finally came with a shuddering gasp and clenched legs. The phone dropped on the bed, and I could hear Andrew grunting and yelling. Apparently Ellen had been busy as well. After she hung up, I fucked Darla slowly and thoroughly. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, and before I awoke the next morning she was up and gone to the airport.

  The next thirty-six hours passed slowly. Even though the children kept me occupied most of the time, I found myself in a state of constant arousal. While playing with the kids outside, I would wonder if Darla were naked. While feeding them lunch, I would wonder what was in her mouth. When putting them to bed, I would fantasize that she was getting fucked that very moment. I was sincerely hoping that she was having a great time, but I was also selfish enough to hope that she wouldn’t be too tired or fucked-out to have sex when she got back home. I jacked off three times thinking of her and of all the possibilities. Sleeping was pretty difficult that night!

  The next day passed much the same way, with me being distracted and aroused. Our children mauled Darla that night when she came home. She acted happy to be back, and gave me a kiss and a wink. “How did your meeting go?” I asked.

  She grinned slyly and said, “You’ll see soon enough.”

  Later that night, I couldn’t wait to get the children to bed. Darla and I showered together, but no mention was made of her adventures. After some small talk and an update on the kids, she retired to the bedroom, not even bothering to put on any pajamas or lingerie. When I followed moments later, she already had the TV and VCR turned on. She grinned nervously, “I haven’t seen any of this,” she said. “I hope it turned out okay.” I was trembling with excitement as we cuddled with each other under the covers.

  Dada pressed the button on the remote to start the tape. At first there was nothing but blank blue screen, but after a moment it flickered into the image of a bedroom. The picture was steady, so I figured they must have used a tripod. The beginning of the scene showed Darla and Andrew embracing in the middle of the room, kissing passionately. Darla was wearing a short black skirt and a white blouse. Andrew slid his hands down her back and cupped her ass. Without letting go of her ass or losing mouth contact, he turned so that Darla’s back was to the camera. As he kneaded her backside, her skirt climbed up and her ass cheeks became visible. I could not see any underwear; she was either not wearing any panties or she had a thong on. Her arms were wrapped around his neck as she slowly ground her hips against his. Andrew’s tongue probed her panting mouth as his hands moved upward, massaging her breasts through her blouse. Watching, I was pretty sure she wasn’t wearing a bra either. By this time I had a raging hard-on, and they still hadn’t taken their clothes off!

  Darla slowly reached over and began to fondle my erection as we both continued to watch the tape. On screen Andrew deftly unbuttoned her blouse and bent his head to suckle her nipple. Darla lowered her head and watched as he sucked first one nipple and then the other. Then he slowly unbuttoned the rest of her blouse and she shrugged out of it. He slowly worked his way down her stomach, stopping for a while to play with her navel ring. He then backed away as if to admire her body. Without a word, Darla unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. I was surprised to see that she was wearing panties after all—a high-cut thong. Andrew came forward and slowly began to peel off the thong while nibbling on her navel. With her fingers in his hair, she nimbly stepped out of the garment, then turned toward the camera and stood with her legs spread. Andrew stared intently at her shaved cunt.

  “Do you like it?” Darla asked.

  “I love it,” he growled and bent his head closer, admiring her clitoris, adorned with its tiny gold ring. Darla backed up to the bed and lay down on it with her legs widely spread. Andrew quickly followed and wasted no time burying his face and tongue in her cunt.

  I began toying with Darla’s nipple while I watched Andrew dive into her muff. Her hand found my cock and stroked it, slowly at first, then harder and faster. On the screen her moans became louder as she wrapped her legs around Andrew’s head. “Fuck me!” she panted. “Come up here! Fuck me!” Andrew responded by standing up and disrobing. Darla kept her eyes on his crotch while he removed his jeans and underwear. She kept her legs spread, both hands between her thighs, one pulling gently on her clitoral ring, the index finger of the other sliding between her swollen pussy lips. She watched impatiently as Andrew rolled a condom over his thick, erect cock. I could actually hear her fingers sloshing in her cunt, she was so wet. Andrew bent again for one last lick at her glistening cunt before pulling her to the edge of the bed. Still standing, he hoisted her legs in the air and entered her dripping wet cunt in two quick strokes.

  “Aaahh, fuck me!” she urged loudly. Andrew’s ass was facing the camera now, and it began to piston back and forth powerfully.

  At this point, I was panting myself. This was better than I had imagined. Darla drew back the sheets and lowered her head to my crotch, engulfing my hard cock with her warm, eager mouth. I watched her head bobbing on my pole for a few minutes, then returned to the TV screen. There was an almost constant moaning and screaming on the soundtrack as Andrew’s thick nine-inch cock jackhammered Darla’s cunt. Her tits were bouncing back and forth as he continued to slam into her.

  My hips were now moving rhythmically as I fucked my wife’s mouth. On screen Andrew’s pace became almost frantic. Darla’s hands came up to hold her bouncing tits, squeezing and pulling her nipples. Watching Darla touch and fondle herself has always turned me on. Now, seeing her play with her nipples as she got fucked was too much. I grabbed her head and announced, “I’m coming!” My cock pulsed and twitched as a molten stream of semen erupted into her mouth. At
that point Andrew threw back his head and groaned loudly, impaling her cunt one last time and then slumping over her as his intense orgasm overcame him.

  Weak and dizzy myself, I closed my eyes, exclaiming, “I hope that was as good for you as it was for me!” Darla grinned widely and licked her lips. She kissed me passionately and told me that although she had enjoyed her nasty hedonistic visit, she was glad to be home. The TV showed her and Andrew lying spent on the bed, limbs entangled, whispering softly to each other.

  “Where was Ellen?” I asked.

  Darla turned off the TV. “Oh, she was there. You’ll just have to wait until tomorrow night to watch the next episode!”

  Just goes to show you that not all vacation videos are boring.—L.F., Macon, Georgia

  HIS WANTON WIFE

  My wife Rhonda and I have been regular readers of your magazine all during our marriage, and with her permission and encouragement I have decided to share our story with you and your readers.

  I am twenty-nine and Rhonda is twenty-seven. We will have been married seven years this coming July, and we have two children. Rhonda and I have known each other from the time we were in elementary school. Although she was two years behind me, we always got along together even then. I’ve heard that long-term successful marriages are built on friendship, and if that is the case, our marriage should always be safe and secure. Don’t get me wrong; I love Rhonda dearly. I think the sun rises and sets on her, and I know she loves me. But our relationship goes beyond that, and is not just based on a fleeting lust that may fade over time. She is my very best friend, and she says I am the one person in the world who truly understands her and accepts her just the way she is. She knows she can share her every thought, feeling and deed with me, and never has to worry about any judgmental reaction or recrimination on my part. In seven years of marriage we have not had one single serious argument, and I can’t imagine us ever having one. We talk to each other, we listen to each other, we understand each other and we like each other. Some of my friends and family members have trouble understanding why I even married Rhonda and why I stay married to her, but I never worry about what they think. If they want to be tied to conventional notions of morality and behavior, and refuse to understand that Rhonda makes me happy, and that I love being with her and married to her—then that is their problem, not mine!