Penthouse Uncensored V

by Penthouse Uncensored V (Letters to Penthouse IX

  We skipped the dancing and went straight home, with a free cab ride, of course. Ian and I showered together and made beautiful love under the cascading water. Soon thereafter we snuggled into bed together.

  I felt a little guilty for a few minutes, but Ian held me tighter, placed a gentle kiss on my forehead and whispered, “Happy anniversary, my love.” I felt completely at peace and we slept a deep sleep together.—T.L., New York, New York

  HOLIDAYS AREN’T BORING WITH A WIFE LIKE HIS

  Well, anybody who says that holidays are boring is wrong. It all started on the Fourth of July. My wife Lanie and I decided to attend the picnic at the local park. We both like to go every year because we get to talk to a lot of old friends whom we don’t see very often, while downing a few cold ones.

  This year Lanie really dolled herself up for the occasion, and was looking extremely edible. She’s twenty-nine years old, five foot ten and has a great figure. She was wearing tight, faded jeans and a tasteful blouse left unbuttoned enough to reveal some sexy, tanned cleavage. To top it all off she was having a great hair day. To sum it up, Lanie and her sexy ass could stun the average male in seconds.

  When we arrived at the picnic, it was a typical mob scene, but the crowd in the beer tent was kind of thin.

  Lanie and I got a couple of beers from the bar and somehow got into a conversation about fantasies we used to have. Things started to heat up a bit from all the sex talk and Lanie’s slinky body. She was getting me hot without even trying. I suggested to Lanie that we play a little game. I would pick out a guy who I thought would be a good sex partner for her and she would select a woman for me. With a little giggle and a smile, Lanie said okay.

  I scoped out the tent and saw a guy who looked just right for Lanie standing by the entrance. I pointed him out to her. “Check out the dark-haired guy with the green shirt and light-colored jeans.” Lanie smiled and said that he looked interesting. I have to admit that I cheated a bit. I’d seen Lanie checking out this guy when we’d walked in. “Now it’s your turn,” I told her.

  Lanie’s task was going to be much harder than mine. She was having trouble finding a woman she thought would appeal to me. She finally picked someone she thought was right for me: a short blonde with a bad attitude whose clothes didn’t really fit well. “Nice try,” I said, “but she’s not for me.” There just weren’t any sexy women there that night.

  As Lanie and I got up and started to walk around, we bumped into an old friend of hers. I figured I’d let them catch up a little and excused myself to fetch a round of beers. As I walked up to the bar to order, the guy I’d selected for Lanie was there, watching the football game on TV. I asked him who was winning, and we soon got into a conversation about sports. We introduced ourselves. His name was Andy.

  My beers finally came and I figured I’d better return. The last thing a man wants to do is leave a horny female by herself. When I got back I found her standing there alone. As I handed Lanie her beer, I told her whom I’d run into at the bar, and her face lit up with excitement. I asked her if she wanted to meet Andy. I told her he seemed like a really nice guy.

  We walked over and I introduced them. Right off the bat I could tell they hit it off. We all started talking, and I could tell that Andy was attracted to Lanie. It was pretty obvious to me that she was wet for him. After several beers and many laughs, I asked Andy if he wanted to come to our house and watch the rest of the football game. He seemed kind of unsure, but I convinced him with the promise of better booze and good food at the house. Andy said he’d follow us in his car.

  I could tell Lanie was happy with the invitation. By this time hormones were pouring out of us, and if anything sexual was going to happen, it was going to happen soon. On our way home I asked Lanie what she thought of Andy. She smiled and said, “Todd, you know what happens to me when I drink. I get very horny. If his cock is like the rest of him, he’ll be perfect.” I’m proud that Lanie can tell me anything because our marriage is so secure.

  When we arrived at our house, I turned on the game and broke out the Jack Daniel’s. We were all soon laughing it up. By now Andy and Lanie were checking each other out, but trying not to be too obvious. Lanie and I looked at each other and I could tell she was thinking of making a move, but to be honest I didn’t think she had the nerve.

  Lanie excused herself and went into the bedroom. Andy and I talked and watched the game. At this point, we were flying high from the drinks and I asked Andy what he thought of Lanie. “Todd, you’re a lucky man to have such a sexy woman,” he replied, but I think he knew what I really meant.

  A few minutes later Lanie came out wearing nothing but a skintight, white see-through teddy, with white stockings and white pumps. Our jaws dropped. With her bronze skin contrasting with that white teddy, her golden nipples erect and her shaved mound dripping wet, Lanie looked incredible. Andy and I were speechless as Lanie twirled around, modeling for us.

  “So what do you think boys? Do I look good enough to eat?” she asked coyly. I couldn’t believe my eyes. She walked over to where Andy was and sat down next to him, spreading her legs and languidly stroking her wet mound. Andy and I were still in shock. Neither of us could say a word. “Todd,” Lanie said, “you are going to sit there and watch me and this stranger fuck and suck.”

  That’s when it finally hit me. Earlier, Lanie and I had been talking about our old fantasies, things that we’d never had the nerve to make happen. Lanie had always wanted to get it on with a stranger and never see him again. Just pure lust with a stranger, nothing more. My fantasy was to watch some guy, either a friend or a stranger, balling my wife. Well, it looked like both of our fantasies were finally going to come true.

  Andy looked at me, confusion on his face. I just said, “Go for it. Just don’t hurt her and don’t make a baby!” Andy smiled. I could tell he couldn’t wait to explore her mound.

  As Lanie rubbed her wet throbbing pussy with one hand, she started stroking Andy’s bulge with the other. They both started to groan, and Lanie’s box actually started dripping. Andy reached over and replaced her hand with his as he leaned over and started kissing and sucking her neck. Deep groans came from Lanie. I could tell she was loving it. I was going crazy. My pole was like cement. This was incredible. I couldn’t believe it.

  Lanie pushed Andy down onto his back and said, “I’m going to fuck your brains out. I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.” She bent over and pulled out his rather large cock. She groaned as she slid her tongue around him. Andy started moaning and held the back of her head to steady her while Lanie worked her magic. The stranger was finding out how good Lanie was at giving head. After lapping him for a minute, she lay back and told him, “Eat me.”

  Andy leaned over and started rolling his tongue over her wet clit. Andy was a pro and it didn’t take long for Lanie to explode. “Now ride me hard and don’t stop,” Lanie instructed. Andy slipped it in and started riding her. I don’t think they noticed, but I had my cock out and was going to town as I sat there watching all this. After some wild riding, Lanie made me get the K-Y jelly from the bedroom. They kept going while I got it. When I returned, Lanie was on all fours waiting for me.

  “Give him the K-Y,” she told me. I did, and Lanie told Andy to put some on his cock and her asshole. I was shocked. Lanie never wanted to have anal sex before, but she was going for it all. Andy slowly slid his cock into her well-greased rectum. Lanie started to scream with passion. “Faster, faster,” she yelled. “Pump my rump.” Andy went faster and was almost there. “Before you get there, pull it out and squirt it all over my cheeks,” Lanie told him. Andy pumped harder and harder. “Keep going,” Lanie encouraged. Finally Andy pulled his cock out and spurted all over Lanie’s butt. Wow! What a trip this was!

  After Lanie and Andy cleaned up in the shower, Andy left knowing we would never see him again. Lanie gave me a great blowjob, and told me, “I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.”

  It was the best sex I
’d ever seen. Who says holidays are boring?—R.G., Harrisburg, Pennsylvania

  BLAME IT ON THE BELLBOY WHEN A SHY WIFE GOES WILD

  What follows is a true experience my wife and I would like to share with your readers. We are an average couple in our early forties, and what happened brought us closer together than we had ever been before.

  I had been married to Beth for fifteen years. Like many marriages of that length, ours was in sort of a down period as far as sexual excitement went. It was not that Beth is unattractive. She is a pretty five-foot-six-inch woman with shoulder-length brown hair, a trim figure, lovely long legs and beautiful 36C breasts. I guess you could say she’s easy to look at. It was just that, after fifteen years I was bored with the same old thing. To add to that, Beth was never very inventive. Though she was really hot when the right buttons were pushed, she never tried to vary the routine. She always dressed conservatively, even though she had a great body. She was a virgin when we married and I was the only man she’d ever had.

  A couple of years ago, I read an article in a magazine about men who liked to watch their wives with other men. At first the idea seemed strange to me. I figured if I ever saw my wife with someone else I would flip out. But, to my surprise, the more I thought about it the more turned on I became.

  I began to imagine Beth trying to attract other men. I thought about her showing herself off to other men or being made love to by someone else. At first these thoughts proved to be very confusing for me. However, the more I thought about it or read about it the more real and exciting it became. When I had these thoughts while we made love it seemed to heighten my pleasure. I began to be consumed by the idea of my wife teasing or making love with another man.

  When we went out on our boat I would talk her into removing her suit or taking off her top to sunbathe. All the while I assured her nobody could see her, but all the time I was hoping somebody would.

  This went on for over a year. Every letter I read in men’s magazines about women making love to men while their husbands watched turned me on more. I would read the letter and imagine the woman was Beth. Needless to say, I got myself off time and time again with this fantasy.

  I began to buy Beth sexy underwear and nightgowns, low-cut blouses and short skirts. Every purchase was made with one thing in mind: to show her off to other men. My goal was to make my average wife so desirable that she would be hounded by other men. Sometimes she wore the clothes I bought her and sometimes she didn’t. I didn’t have the courage to tell her what my motive was.

  To celebrate our fourteenth wedding anniversary, we went to Toronto for the weekend. It would turn out to be a truly momentous weekend. After years of trying I finally talked Beth into going without underwear on Friday night, our first night in town. We were going out to dinner and the theater. She reluctantly agreed because it was our anniversary and she wanted to please me. It was a real turn-on to know that under her very modest button-front dress she was nude except for her thigh-high nylons.

  As we walked down the hall to the elevator I noticed how her breasts swayed and undulated under the thin material of her dress. Her nipples became erect from rubbing against her dress and their outline was very evident as they pushed against the material.

  In the cab on our way to the restaurant, I ran my hand up her leg until it made contact with her uncovered cunt. This was a first for us both. Her pubic hair felt like silk, and she was so very warm. As we sat in the dark backseat of the taxi I gently stroked her. She leaned over to kiss me, moaning ever so softly into my mouth. All the while I was hoping the driver would see what we were doing.

  After a great meal with a couple of bottles of wine followed by a wonderful play during which we teased each other, we headed back to our hotel. We decided to walk since the weather was nice. We walked arm in arm, kissing and laughing, feeling very much in love. Twice along the way I pulled Beth into the shadows of a building to kiss her and feel her up. I managed to open several buttons on her dress during our passionate embraces. I was thrilled when I realized that she was not aware they were open.

  As we walked along, a little tipsy and both of us quite horny, I glanced over and saw that her dress, shifting with her movements, occasionally exposed a side view of her lovely breast right down to the nipple. I had a raging hard-on as we walked through the hotel lobby and she unknowingly exposed herself to some lucky onlookers.

  Once in our room we had several more drinks. I was sitting in a chair by the window, looking at downtown Toronto. Beth stood at the foot of the bed. She walked toward me with a seductive smile as she reached down to unbutton her dress. When she discovered the open buttons on her dress, she gasped in shock.

  “Oh, no. I must have exposed myself to half of Toronto tonight. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have had so much to drink. Please don’t be mad. I just wanted to celebrate with you.”

  I got up and held her. I knew the time had come. It was now or never. I said, “I’m actually very turned on by the thought of some other guy seeing you like that. I know it sounds crazy but you’re a beautiful woman and I enjoy the way men look at you.” Beth looked a little stunned.

  “But you’re so jealous. Are you just saying that or do you really mean it?”

  “I’m very serious,” I said. “Sometimes I imagine other men watching you, or being with you. Tonight, walking around the city knowing that you weren’t wearing anything under your dress, with other men so close, had me excited from the moment we left the room. Beth, I love you more than anything in the whole world. I hope you don’t think I’m disgusting.”

  She said she loved me and that anything we did together to please each other wasn’t disgusting or wrong. She said she loved me so much that she would do anything for me.

  “Even flash other guys?” She kissed me and said, “I’ll do whatever I can to please you.”

  We fell onto the bed and made passionate love. We didn’t close the curtains or turn out the lights. Afterward, Beth got up and walked over to the window and looked out at the city. She looked beautiful standing there, her breasts firm, her nipples large and hard, her legs long and inviting, her ass so very pert and smooth.

  Seeing her at the window gave me another hard-on. She walked over to the bed and took my cock in her mouth.

  The next morning we ordered breakfast from room service, and I was in the shower when it arrived. When I came out of the bathroom, it was obvious that Beth had answered the door in her robe. Through the thin white cotton, I could see the slight dark shadows of her pussy and her nipples. The sway of her breasts made it clear she was naked underneath. In the past, she would have gotten dressed before letting anyone in, but today she was evidently feeling a little looser.

  I told her she looked great and that room service must have enjoyed their stop at our room. Blushing, she admitted that the bellhop who had delivered breakfast had checked her out, even though she was probably old enough to be his mother. She said it was kind of fun knowing that he was looking at her with obvious lust. She also admitted that teasing him had been kind of exciting.

  I leaned back in my chair and opened my robe to show Beth the huge hard-on she had just given me. I said, “Just imagine what that guy would have done had you been wearing some sheer negligee.”

  “I didn’t bring one with me, so I guess we’ll never know,” she sighed wistfully.

  I told her it was still fun to think about and, with that, I drew her down on the bed and made love to her. Just before I came I whispered how turned on she had made me by turning on the bellhop. We both had powerful orgasms. The only thing Beth could utter was that it was the very best she had ever had.

  Later that day we passed a lingerie display in a large department store. I pointed out some of the sexy negligees to Beth. I told her I wanted to buy her one, adding that she might have a chance to use it before we left. She reluctantly agreed. I felt like she might be humoring me.

  I was looking for just the right one when I heard Beth say, “Boy, this one’s bea
utiful.” She was holding a long black nightgown, sheer except for black satin stripes. It came with a matching robe that tied at the neck and hung partially open. Then she added, “But this is more revealing than anything I have. I don’t know if I could wear this. It’s just too much. I wouldn’t be very comfortable. Let’s look for something else.”

  “If I was the only one to see it and I like the way it looks on you, why not get it to make me happy. Nobody else will ever see you in this.” That seemed to reassure her, and I bought the gown. The rest of the day, I told her how much she turned me on.

  In bed that night, I began to kiss and suck her nipples, while my fingers stroked her cunt. She became very hot and excited.

  I whispered in her ear how much she turned me on and how wonderful she was for letting the bellboy see her. She grew more highly aroused, moaning with each stroke of my finger.

  I told her the bellboy must have gotten a huge hard-on just looking at her. “Right now, he’s probably making love to his girlfriend, thinking of you,” I said. “It turns me on to know that other men want you, but you’re all mine.”

  As I continued to arouse her with my fingers, I asked if she liked teasing the bellboy. She moaned a little. I asked if it made her feel good to know she could turn a man on like that. She moaned again.

  When Beth was about to orgasm, I asked if she would do it again. She moaned, “Yes, oh yes! Anything for you!” and, with that, I took her over the edge to a shuddering orgasm. Without hesitation, I crawled on top of her and sunk my throbbing cock into her hot, moist pussy. We fucked well into the night.