Penthouse Uncensored VI

by Penthouse International

  I should probably tell you now about my wife. As I said, she’s a workout fanatic and her efforts have resulted in a body that could pass for twenty-five. She measures 36-25-37 with a C cup hiding her elongated nipples. Her pussy is hidden behind a light covering of red hair, and when she gets hot, her lips swell up and open to reveal a two-inch clit.

  I could tell by her face and those gorgeous nipples that she was more than a little warm already. After a few more rounds of tequila and good times at an assortment of clubs, we ended up past the point of pretense, and Gina had begun to flirt with anything in pants. I decided it was time to head out and told Bob to round up Gina while I grabbed a cab.

  We all piled into the backseat. As the cab took off, Gina leaned over and gave me a deep, wet kiss. “Be a good hostess,” I said. With that, she leaned over to Bob and kissed him. Then Bob and I proceeded to take turns with those soft lips. It began to get awful hot in that cab. Bob ran his hands over her smooth legs, and I pinched those dark, meaty nipples of hers. She was really panting by now and, sitting up with her back to the driver, began to unbutton her jeans. I thought the show had gone far enough and told her to wait just a minute and we’d be home. Gina just moaned a bit and fell back to kissing Bob.

  At the apartment I had some trouble opening the lock, and when I finally got it open, I turned to find Bob with his arm around my smiling wife, who had her left hand pressed closely to his crotch. We stumbled into the darkened room. By the time I got the light on, Gina was already stripping her clothes off. Bob wasn’t quite sure how far this was all going to go, and he stood quietly to the side and stared at the overheated woman in front of him.

  I knew what she wanted and quickly got out of my clothes and presented her with seven inches of thick, oozing cock. As she lay on her back, I rubbed my cock over her tits and smeared her nipples with the sticky juice. She grabbed it and pulled it into her mouth, pumping the shaft with her hand while I fucked her face. It wasn’t long before I felt a huge load of come welling up in my balls, and with a grunt, I unloaded in her mouth. She lay there panting, gobs of semen on her lips.

  I turned to see Bob removing the last of his clothes. Bob was a rancher and had a lean, strong body to show for it—a throwback to his days as a collegiate swimmer. Those features, combined with his typical California-blond hair and easy disposition, made him a sure bet with women. As if that wasn’t enough, the man was hung like a horse. His cock was a good eight inches and very thick, with a large swollen head. His balls were incredible! Two huge eggs in a bulging sac that hung down at least four inches.

  He stood next to the bed stroking his shaft and staring at my nude and very aroused wife. “Be a good hostess,” I said. Never taking her eyes off his pulsing cock, she spread her legs wide in invitation, but Bob took charge and pulled her to her knees in front of him. Her mouth opened wide and for the first time I saw her suck another man’s cock. It was incredibly exciting as I watched her wrap her hands around his ass while he slowly fucked between her lips. I had always fantasized about watching my wife with another man, but the reality was far better than my imagination ever created. She could only get about half of him in, but the combination of her lips and tongue had Bob on his way to heaven.

  Pulling my eyes away from the sight of his cock pumping between her open lips, I watched Gina’s hips move in rhythm to his thrusts. Her pussy was wide open and wet, and I couldn’t resist the urge to join in. I knelt down behind her and began to slap her pussy with my cock. She twitched and quivered with every slap, and it wasn’t long before she began to moan around Bob’s big dick. At that, I slowly thrust forward into her and watched as her juicy lips spread wide around my thick shaft.

  Gina is not usually very noisy in bed, but tonight, with two cocks pumping in her, she was grunting and moaning in heat. “How do you like your two cocks, babe? Suck on his big head, make him come,” I said, punctuating my words with hard strokes in her pussy. She responded by frantically pulling on his cock while her whole body trembled. Her actions and the excitement of the moment proved too much for Bob as he stiffened and groaned in orgasm. I saw him spasm at least three times as he pumped into her face, and when he backed away, Gina fell forward and rolled over. Her tits were shiny with juice, and I slid up her chest and began to slide my cock all over her slippery nipples.

  Bob stood over her with his cock at half-mast, the huge shaft hanging halfway down his leg. Gina looked up at him with glazed eyes and said, “Don’t stop now.” I moved to the side as Bob slid between her legs and began to lick and nibble her pussy. He spread her lips with his fingers and licked her clit with short, teasing little strokes as she writhed and moaned with pleasure. After the workout we’d already given her pussy, she needed more than a teasing tongue to get off. I could tell she was on the verge of coming and told Bob to slip his finger inside her. He stuck two long ones inside her and pumped in time with his tongue on her clit. That put Gina over the edge. She came with a loud moan and a series of spasms like I had never seen before. Bob continued to slowly lick her until she begged him to stop, at which point we all lay back on the bed to catch our breath.

  I guess we were all a little bit stunned by what had happened, and for a moment there was silence. Bob and I looked at Gina and smiled. We were all buzzed, happy and a little unsure of what was to come until Gina began to slowly transfer Bob’s come from her mouth to her hard nipples, pulling and twisting them as she looked at each of us in turn. “Looks like there’s one for each of us,” Bob said. We bent toward her chest and each slipped a nipple into our mouths. The sensation of four lips on her tits must have been intense, because Gina just moaned and said, “You guys . . .” I reached down to her pussy but found Bob’s hand there ahead of mine. He was stroking her lips and probing inside her wet hole. I decided to lie back and enjoy the show.

  The novelty of another man had Gina more aroused than I had ever seen her. Bob had that “slow hand” and seemed to be a virtuoso at getting her off. His fingers continued to stroke and probe in and out, alternately stretching then pinching her swollen lips. He then spread her legs and slowly slid his cock inside her. She had never taken such a big cock before. I slid down next to them and watched as his big cock pounded into my wife. I have felt her wetness many times, but I had never seen so much juice drip out of her as it did while Bob was fucking her. Gina began to grunt in time to his thrusts. Then I saw Bob stiffen and a new flow of his come began to pour from between her lips. She continued to buck as he rolled off her. I quickly took his place.

  My cock slid easily into her soaked pussy. I reveled in the feel of her body and the moment we were sharing. Gina was out of it by now, totally absorbed with the sex and the prospect of more. As I pumped into her, Bob moved up near her head and offered her his cock. She sucked it up in an instant, her hands massaging his balls as she tried to make him come again. Our endurance was extraordinary by now. We commenced to give her a serious fucking as she moaned and spasmed beneath us. Finally I pulled out and came on her tits as Bob succumbed to the feel of her mouth.

  By now I was tired and lay down for a rest. Bob had been deprived too long and took Gina to his bed across the room. I couldn’t see them in the dim light, but my ears made up for what my eyes were missing. “Does that feel good?” I heard Bob ask. Her answer was a contented “Mmmm. . . .” which was the last word I heard for a while, the only sounds being wet sucking and the unmistakable liquid slurps of a cock pumping between two fat pussy lips. I must have fallen asleep for a bit, because the next thing I knew, Gina was crawling in bed next to me and licking my chest and sucking my nipples. I reached down to her pussy and she was absolutely soaked. I could only guess at what games they had played. I stroked her back for a while as she went to sleep.

  The next morning we all got up around nine. Our brains had the tequila tingles, and we were all more than a bit fogged from the late night and our three hours of wild sex. Gina was aware that we had partied, but she claimed that she couldn’t remember anything af
ter the clubs. I smiled at her and told her to go ask Bob. He was in the shower. When she returned about ten minutes later, her face was flushed and her eyes were wide and shiny.

  After a deli breakfast we rode around town until it was time for Bob’s bus to the airport. When we dropped him off, I was genuinely sad that we wouldn’t be seeing him for quite a while due to the distances that would be involved. He kissed Gina and shook my hand. Then he left.

  On the way home I asked Gina what she remembered about last night. She told me that she didn’t remember much, and that when she had asked Bob about it earlier, they really “hadn’t gotten around to discussing it.” I began to recount the evening in detail, especially the parts where she was sucking and fucking Bob. She got so hot listening to the tale that we stopped in the parking lot of a shopping mall and fucked right there on the front seat, amid bewildered passersby.

  It was a perfect weekend, the most exciting sex of my life.

  I eagerly look forward to the day when circumstance and opportunity once again result in that blissful expression I remember on my wife’s face as she took on two men.

  WHO’S THE BOSS?

  Not long ago, my wife and I were reading an issue of Penthouse Letters. Jan noticed how aroused I got each time we read about a man who watched in secret while his wife made it with someone else. “Don’t tell me you’re one of those husbands!” she said to me. I admitted that the thought of her making it with someone else excited me. The conversation ended there, but when we made love that night I fantasized that I was off in some dark corner, looking on as Jan rode the prick of another man. In fact for the next few nights, each time we had sex I imagined it was someone else’s cock, not mine, slamming into Jan’s hot cunt.

  About a month later, after we’d just made passionate love, Jan asked, “Would you really like it if I let some stud bury his big cock in my juicy little hole?”

  “Yes,” I said. “But remember, I get to watch.”

  The next afternoon, Jan called me from work. She told me her boss had been flirting with her for several months, making passes and trying to feel her up. At first she’d been annoyed. But our conversation of the night before had convinced her to make a bold decision.

  “I’m going to fuck him this afternoon,” she said, adding that I’d better hurry home and hide in the closet if I wanted to see the show. “After all,” she teased, “it’s your fantasy.”

  I made up some silly excuse at my office and raced home, wondering how I’d actually react to watching Jan fuck her boss. I’d met Steve before. He’s about my age and quite good-looking. I could just picture him trying to sneak a quick feel of Jan’s smooth ass, or finding some flimsy excuse to “accidentally” brush up against her tits. Jan has a sensational body. Who could blame Steve for wanting to taste it himself? The thought of all this office activity heated me up quickly as I drove home. More than once I had to adjust my seat belt to accommodate my hardening cock.

  When I got to the house I stripped down to my underwear, took a stiff drink and headed up to our bedroom to watch for their cars from the window. In about twenty minutes they arrived. I stepped into the walk-in closet and pulled the door closed, leaving it open just wide enough for me to peek out.

  It was Steve who got the ball rolling, so to speak. He ran his hands up and down Jan’s body, nibbling her breasts through her blouse and cupping her ass in his big palms. As he undressed my wife, he kept complimenting her on how beautiful her body was. I’d seen Jan naked a thousand times. Yet seeing her this way with another man had my heart and cock throbbing double-time.

  Jan was now naked, and Steve in only his briefs. Jan ran a finger along the outer lips of her cunt, then held it up to Steve’s tongue. He tried to lick it but she pulled it away with a teasing giggle, spinning around in a playful dance, flaunting her tits and ass.

  The tremendous bulge in Steve’s briefs lured Jan to her knees. With her head at Steve’s crotch, she quickly pulled down his shorts. Steve’s prick was already hard. It must have been at least eight inches long and as big around as her wrist. A massive tool! I rolled down my briefs, freeing my own significantly smaller rod, and watched Jan go to work on her boss’ monster cock.

  He moaned with pleasure and encouraged her on. Taking her head in his hands, he rubbed his stiffened limb back and forth across her face. Jan begged for his meat. She pulled it. Kissed it. Stuck out her tongue and lavishly licked it. It was all I could do to remain quiet as she bathed Steve’s pole with her mouth, her head a blur as she feverishly sucked the mighty shaft.

  I hid in the closet for two hours, long enough for Steve to come three times, twice in Jan’s cunt and once in her mouth. I counted six orgasms for Jan, split evenly between the ministrations of Steve’s huge dick and his limber tongue. His stamina was incredible. Each time he came, he stayed hard and just kept right on fucking.

  He also had a terrific imagination, maneuvering Jan into what seemed to be an infinite number of positions. Every so often, she would smile over at me and give me a wink. At one point, while she was on all fours and Steve was diddling her clitoris and fucking her from behind, she blew me a kiss. I came twice myself—once without even touching my cock—just witnessing this variety show.

  Steve got dressed to leave at about five o’clock. As he attempted to pull up his pants, Jan dropped to her knees, unzipped them, and took his soft cock in her hands, saying that she wanted to say good-bye to her “favorite friend” one last time. She tried to squeeze one more erection out of it, but that was too much to ask, even for Steve. She finally walked him to the door, not even bothering to put her clothes back on. They talked about the work they had to do the next day, then kissed good-bye.

  I met Jan on her way back to the bedroom. Exhausted, but with a smile on her face, she hugged me. “I hope you liked watching your wife come on to the boss,” she whispered in my ear.

  “You were incredible. Did you like it as much as you seemed to?” I asked.

  “Yes,” she said, “but I’m worn out.”

  My cock hardened as I watched her walk slowly to the bed. I undressed, lay next to her, and sank my fingers into her cunt. She kissed me and said, “Honey, I’m really wet down there. It would be really nice if you’d wash me clean. With your tongue.”

  “You want me to lap up Steve’s come with my tongue?” I asked.

  “Well, honey,” she answered, “it was your idea to have him fuck me. Look, your pecker is getting hard just from the thought of tasting my boss’ come.”

  So it was.

  “Go ahead, lick my cunt dry,” Jan urged. She raised her knees and spread her legs. Steve’s come was still oozing out of her pussy and down her thighs. I gave her a thorough cleansing. The taste of another man’s come mixed in with my wife’s sweet juice wasn’t bad at all. Thanks to my tongue work, Jan had another orgasm, after which we both rolled over and took a well-deserved nap.

  I don’t know where this episode will take us, although it’s clear we both enjoyed it. Jan had such a good time fucking and sucking her boss, I suspect it won’t be the last time they take their work home from the office.

  WEEKEND PASS

  Even though I enjoy an active, satisfying sex life, I’ve waited years to have the kind of memorable experience I believe is worthy of sharing with Penthouse Letters readers. I am a former soldier recently discharged from the regular army. During my stint in uniform I was stationed in West Germany. The incidents I’m about to relate happened during beerfest season, which is one of the greatest times of the year anywhere. It brings out the women in full force, and this time was no exception.

  My story begins right after the last formation of the week. Dennis, Bill, Brian and I all had weekend passes and we’d planned to meet at a large beer tent later that night. Excited about what might happen over the next forty-eight hours, we showered, changed into our civvies and headed for the fest. By the time we arrived, most of our unit was already there with beers in hand, enjoying the band. As we joined them, my att
ention was immediately drawn to a beautiful woman, a brunette who was sitting near the stage. Our eyes met and we exchanged smiles.

  “Hey, that one up front gave us the once-over too,” someone said as we sat down. We joked about which of us should make the first move on this woman. After a few big mugs of German brew had loosened us up some, Gordo, a fellow soldier, elected himself the lucky point man. He went over and sat down to talk with her. Ten minutes later he returned with a big grin on his face.

  She’d proposed that the both of them leave the fest and go out barhopping. But as a married man with damn near his whole unit watching, Gordo decided it wouldn’t be a good idea for him to pursue the matter. Instead, he said to me, “Why don’t you go for it? She sounds like she’s looking for some dick tonight.” I thought it over and agreed to give it my best shot. By this time, my buddy Dennis had noticed the brunette’s friend, a redhead as voluptuous as she was. They were both drinking and laughing and looking over at us. We sensed a party up ahead.

  Dennis and I finished our beers and beckoned the waitress. Just then, the brunette stood and called over to us, “Will you please order us each a shot of tequila?” The opportunity we’d hoped for had arrived. We ordered two shots of tequila for them, and two more for ourselves.

  When the drinks arrived, I told the waitress to deliver two of the shots to the lovely women across from us. We toasted each other from a distance, the four of us doing the traditional lemon, salt, tequila three-step. Then we all exchanged smiles and waited to see what happened next.

  About half an hour later, the brunette wanted to return the favor and asked, “Will you join us for another shot?” Dennis and I wasted no time going over to them. Their English was excellent. We spent about an hour exchanging life stories and getting to know each other.