The next morning, while Beth was showering, I laid out her new finery. When she saw the negligee on the bed she said, “I don’t know about this. If the bellboy sees me in this he might get the wrong message. He might think I really want to, you know, do it with him.”
I told her that would be my ultimate fantasy. She asked softly. “Do you really want to see me make love with another man?”
When I told her it was my deepest desire, she kissed me and said, “I would do anything for you.”
Beth took her time dressing. She applied her makeup carefully, and even darkened her nipples with lipstick. Her hair was brushed and hung down around her shoulders like silk. When she had finished her nails, she stood there looking at me and I told her she was the sexiest woman in all of Toronto.
In her new gown, her nipples and breasts were clearly visible, as was the dark triangle between her legs. She said, “I’m really nervous. I hope I can go through with this.” I poured her a drink to help her relax and ordered breakfast from room service.
Then I laid her down on the bed and told her I was going to help her relax while we were waiting. I knelt between her legs, and raised her gown. Before me was her beautiful pussy. I inhaled her aroma and began to run my tongue up and down her slit. I tongued her clit and made it stand proud. I inserted my tongue and then my finger into her hole. She began to moan. When I moved up to suck her nipples through the gown, they were larger than I had ever seen them before. Her thighs and buttocks grew moist with her juices. For twenty minutes, I kept her on the brink of pleasure.
When we heard the knock on the door, I gave her cunt one last lick, and then we stood up. She adjusted her robe, and stood there, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed. She wore an expression of pure lust, and her nipples were obviously erect through the sheer material of her gown. Best of all she smelled of sex. Her thighs and cunt glistened, and gave off an aroma of womanhood. She was ready.
She kissed me and went to the door, while I stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower as we had planned.
Beth opened the door and let in the bellboy. He was about twenty-two years old and very good-looking. His eyes lit up when he saw my wife. She slowly turned and walked into the room, directing him to bring the tray in. She took her time getting her money, giving him a good look at her luscious body.
From my vantage point behind the partly opened door, I could see them in a mirror on the wall. He had a noticeable bulge in his slacks. He couldn’t take his eyes off her and the longer he looked the harder his cock got.
Beth handed him some money and told him to wait. She looked at me from across the room, then smiled and said, “I don’t seem to have any more money for a tip. Maybe there’s something else? From that bulge in your pants I bet you could think of something.”
I saw the bellboy move to Beth’s side. He kissed her neck as his hand came up to caress her breast. As he lowered his hand to her dripping cunt and felt it through her gown, he asked, “What about the guy in the shower?”
“Don’t worry. He likes it when I fuck other guys,” Beth said. With that, she turned and kissed him full on the lips, then guided him to the bed. I stepped out of the bathroom, still staying out of sight, my cock throbbing. I was about to live out my ultimate fantasy.
I watched as Beth disrobed him. When she pulled his slacks and underwear down, his nine-inch cock sprang to attention. It was much longer than my six inches and a little larger in girth.
Beth dropped to her knees and began to blow the stranger. It was a delight to see my wife of fifteen years sucking this young man’s cock. She moaned with every thrust as he slid it in and out of her mouth. She acted as if she couldn’t get enough.
After five minutes or so he stood her up and peeled her gown and robe off. He gasped when he saw her body, and laid her back on the bed.
I moved in to get a better view. As he kneeled and buried his head in her crotch, she looked at me and said, “Come here, honey. Be with me.”
Aware of me now, he started to pull away from Beth’s juicy snatch but she put her hand behind his head and guided him back between her thighs.
I walked to the bed and she took my hand and guided me down so I was next to her on the bed. She leaned over and kissed me, and then started to talk to me in a soft whisper while he ate her cunt.
“Honey, he’s licking my pussy. He just put his tongue in my hole. Nobody else except you has ever done that to me. It feels so good. Just think, someone I never met before is eating me. I’m letting him do it to me for you. I’m so hot I can’t wait until I can feel his cock in me. It tasted so good and it felt so big and smooth. I loved it in my mouth. Do you want him to fuck me now? My cunt is on fire. I already had two orgasms but I really need to feel him pounding into me. Tell me if you want me to let him fuck me, honey. Tell me if you want this man’s cock buried deep in your wife’s pussy. I want it bad, honey. Tell me it’s okay.”
“Fuck him, Beth. Fuck him good. Let him pump you full of his hot come. Do it for me, baby.” I kissed Beth again and she moaned into my mouth as she had yet another orgasm.
Beth guided the bellboy up and began to lick her juices from his face. “Fuck me for all you’re worth,” she said. “I want your big cock in my pussy.”
When the stranger lifted her hips, about to penetrate her, Beth stopped him and told me to watch his cock enter her pussy. I slid down until my head was about a foot from her moist cunt. She reached down and guided the head of his cock to her opening. Ever so slowly he began to sink his big prick into my wife. I watched until it was buried to the balls. When he slowly withdrew, his cock was covered with Beth’s juices. Her pussy grasped his dick as if trying to prevent it from ever leaving her. He soon established a steady fucking rhythm, and Beth moaned with each stroke. They fucked furiously.
After a few minutes, he rolled onto his back and Beth rode his cock. As she bounced up and down I stood by watching. She took my hand and pulled me to her, and kissed me as she fucked him. He rolled Beth onto her back again and began to pound her. I could tell he was about to come. Beth had me lie down next to her, and she was kissing me when the stranger stiffened and moaned. As I lay there kissing my wife, another man was pumping her cunt full of jism. Then Beth moaned and stiffened as she climaxed. Her legs were wrapped around the bellboy, holding him deep in her cunt.
I watched him pull out, and his large, softening cock was covered with their fluids. As he stood up and began to dress, I sat between Beth’s spread thighs, gazing at her freshly fucked cunt. Her pussy hair was soaked with their sweat and juices. Her lips were swollen and her slit was oozing another man’s come. It flowed from her cunt down between her ass-cheeks and pooled on the bed beneath her. She looked more beautiful and desirable than I had ever seen her.
As I heard the bellboy close the door behind him, Beth gently stroked the back of my head, and slowly pulled me forward, directing my face to her dripping pussy.
To my surprise I ate her out. I then moved up and kissed her. Just as I was sinking my cock into my wife’s well-used pussy, she licked my face clean and tried to suck my mouth dry. We fucked until one that afternoon. It was the best sex we ever had. Beth is now a changed woman and every day is as exciting as the first.— Name and address withheld
COUPLE’S NEW MOTTO: IF THE SHOE FITS, BARE IT!
I’m a forty-seven-year-old man blessed with a wife twenty-one years my junior. I met her four years ago at a local college where I was taking a refresher course in real estate. We dated for about one year before getting married. We had both been raised to believe in a strict moral code; so—although we did plenty of petting and necking—we didn’t have intercourse until our wedding night.
It wasn’t until a year and a half later, however, that we opened up to each other enough to discuss our sexual fantasies.
We were reading the “Someone’s Watching” section of Penthouse Letters when my wife suddenly confessed that she was a closet exhibitionist. Nothing, it seemed, turned her on as much
as the idea of cockteasing men by exposing herself to them in public places. Fortunately, this was one fantasy my wife could easily accomplish. She is an extremely attractive woman who has little trouble arousing men even when fully clothed.
That very night my wife and I agreed that we would try to fulfill her fantasies. After working out certain guidelines to minimize risk, we embarked upon our new sexual adventure. I’m writing this letter in order to share some of the great experiences we’ve had.
At first we started off simply. One day we got on a bus together and pretended not to know each other. My wife sat across from a nerdy, pimple-faced eighteen-year-old who had “virgin” written all over him. I sat nearby. She was wearing a short skirt over a pair of sheer, white panties. Slowly but surely she hiked up her skirt and parted her shapely thighs. I don’t know which popped out further, the kid’s eyes or the bulge in his pants.
Several times we’ve gone to adult bookstores together, knowing they’re excellent places to hunt for horny men. Upon entering a store, my wife would browse the shelves of steamy X-rated materials. She assumed a variety of provocative poses beneath walls covered with photos of flesh.
But soon, reaching for the top shelf and letting a guy glimpse her firm, panty-clad ass wasn’t enough of a thrill for her. She began making eye contact with her victims, especially the young, well-built ones. She’d wink and leer at them and slowly circle her lips with her hot pink tongue. Sometimes, when she thought it was safe, she’d lock eyes with a guy, reach her hand underneath her skirt and finger herself to a powerful orgasm. I began to think she wouldn’t be happy until she had guys dropping their pants in public and beating off. Several times, we had to leave the stores in a hurry, fearing for her safety.
As her nerve increased, we tried wilder and wilder things. Once, she arranged to have a masseur come to our home. I hid in the closet while he gave her the massage. To tell you the truth, I almost pitied the poor guy as I watched my young, sexy wife tease the hell out of him. She let him touch and rub oil over every part of her nude body. But (because of an agreement we had made earlier) she wouldn’t touch him back; nor would she allow him to relieve himself in any way. After he limped out the door, I came out of the closet and we had great sex.
The last incident I’ll share took place in a shoe store of all places. We entered the store about ten minutes before closing time, when the store and the mall surrounding it were nearly deserted. I told the clerk that my daughter needed a pair of blue shoes to match her blue panties. My wife then lifted her skirt, took her panties off and handed them to the startled young clerk. She then sat down demurely and waited for service. The clerk was back out with a pair of shoes before I could even blink. A second clerk also materialized, ready and willing to provide my wife with any service she might require.
My wife allowed each clerk to fit one shoe. Even though there were two men on the job, it took a lot longer than usual. It’s quite possible they were distracted by the view.
Suddenly, with both clerks still kneeling before her, my wife spoke up. “Do you like feet?” she asked them coyly.
The clerks nodded dumbly.
“I just figured that since you work in a shoe store, you must really like feet,” she continued. “Would either of you like to kiss my feet?” she asked, wiggling her manicured toes in front of their eyes.
The clerks said nothing but the next thing I knew, I was witnessing the wildest thing I had ever seen: two young guys we had never met before were kissing my wife’s feet and rapturously sucking on her toes as if they were small, hard cocks.
I could tell that my wife was really hot for these guys, so I let things go a little further than I normally would have. I handed her a dildo and said, “Show the guys what you do at parties.” She immediately grabbed the dildo and crammed it into her tight, wet twat. She was on fire now, and the two clerks were devouring her with their eyes. I handed her a second dildo and, after lubricating it with her juices, she forced it up her ass.
At this point, I suggested to the guys that they give her a hand. (I think they would have done so whether I wanted them to or not.) They brought my wife to an unbelievable orgasm. She then brought out the guys’ cocks and masturbated each of them to orgasm. Later she told me that it had been only the second time she had done that to a man besides me.
I love showing my wife off and she enjoys it too. Our sex life is now very satisfying because we dared to let our fantasies come true.—K.L., Muncie, Indiana
MORE SHOE STORE HIGH-JINX! WILLING WIFE SHAKES HER BOOT-Y
Heather is the most wonderfully sexual woman I have ever met, and it has been my great pleasure to be married to her for the past sixteen years. She is more than willing to accommodate my perversions and more than able to think up many of her own.
Heather is also a real beauty. She stands five feet, nine inches tall and has light brown hair that cascades over her shoulders and around her angelic face. Her body is perfectly proportioned. Her breasts are gorgeous and are adorned with large dark-brown areolae and nipples that stick out a full half inch when aroused.
To top it all off, Heather has remained in tremendous physical shape. She walks five miles every day, which keeps her body as hard and shapely as a granite sculpture. Her long, firm legs are strong enough to squeeze the come right out of you when she wraps them around you to fuck.
Needless to say, when Heather walks by men, they (and their cocks) sit up and take notice. This brings me to one of my favorite pastimes: I love to watch men looking at my lovely wife. The more she shows, the better. I love it, and you better believe she likes showing off as well.
One day, about two weeks ago, Heather and I took a day off from work and decided to go shopping at a new mall located about ninety miles from our home. We rose at six in the morning to make the one-and-a-half-hour drive. When Heather came into the kitchen that morning my dick immediately sprang to attention. She had on a tight semitransparent top through which I could clearly make out the outlines of her large nipples. She also wore a black, pleated miniskirt. Her long, slender well-tanned legs were bare. Her outfit was topped off by a pair of three-inch high heels.
The moment I saw her, I wanted to lay her on the table and bury my face in her sweet pussy; but the day was young, and her outfit (as well as the mischievous twinkle in her eyes) told me to wait and see what the day would bring.
We arrived at the mall just as it was opening for business. After about half an hour of window shopping, we bought some coffee and seated ourselves on a bench near the top of a spiral staircase. I soon noticed that Heather had not chosen our bench at random: anyone coming up the stairs had only to glance slightly upward to see her lovely legs. Soon a well-built man with a mustache started to ascend the stairs. When Heather spotted him she slowly uncrossed and re-crossed her legs. This caught the man’s eyes instantly.
Pretending she was looking over her shoulder at a store window, Heather seductively spread her legs once more, giving the young stranger an unobstructed view up her skirt at (I assumed) her customary lace panties. At this point our young voyeur tripped and nearly fell down the stairs. Watching his reaction made me hard as stone.
After teasing a few more passers-by, we got up and continued our stroll through the mall. As we walked hand in hand, Heather turned to me and asked if I had enjoyed the show so far. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and briefly placed her hand on the raging hard-on hidden in my jeans. “Judge for yourself,” I said.
Our next stop was a shoe store. Stopping in front of the store, Heather pointed out a good-looking young man helping an older gentleman try on shoes. With a twinkle in her eye, she announced that I too needed a new pair of shoes. I entered the store alone while Heather went to the bathroom to freshen up.
The young salesman, whose name was Ross, was quite helpful. I had been trying on shoes for about ten minutes when Heather waltzed in looking incredibly sexy. She sat in a chair directly across from me. Spotting her, Ross dropped me like a hot potato and instantl
y turned to help her. Looking at Heather, I couldn’t really blame him.
She told him she would like to try on a pair of red heels. Ross looked at me and I told him to go ahead and wait on the young lady since I was really in no hurry. Ross turned back to Heather, gently raised her foot up onto his stool and removed her shoe. As he did so, Heather let her thighs fall slightly apart. It was only then that I discovered that Heather had not worn her usual panties. She was wearing a pair of hot-pink crotchless panties with black, lace trim. Ross froze as he caught sight of my wife’s beautiful pussy. Then, without a word, he rose to retrieve a new pair of heels. When he returned, he again placed her foot on his stool.
Leaning back in her chair, her nipples taut against her tight top, Heather once more spread her legs for all to see. Her pussy— which she keeps shaved clean from the top of her pussy-lips all the way to her asshole—was cherry red from excitement. The lips were full and succulent, and her love juice glistened as it flowed down to her asshole. It was the most unbelievably sexy thing I have ever witnessed, period.
I was more turned on than I ever imagined possible, and I imagine the same was true for Ross. He looked over at me and I just shrugged my shoulders. Since we were the only three people in the store and I had made no sign of objecting, Ross decided to go for it. He turned back to Heather and ran his hand lightly up the inside of her thigh. Heather closed her eyes and spread her legs even further.
Encouraged, Ross tossed caution to the wind.
Slowly sliding forward on his stool, he inched his hand higher and made contact with Heather’s hot, wet box. Heather emitted a low guttural moan. He then started to gently caress my wife’s lovely pussy. He inserted two fingers into her cunt and began to massage her clit with his thumb. Heather was hot as fire. She began to rock back and forth on his fingers, riding them as if they were a hard, throbbing cock. The juices flowed over his fingers and dripped onto the faux-leather chair. Within minutes Heather was in the throes of an intense orgasm. She threw her head back and grunted loudly. Her cries of passion were so loud, I was afraid a crowd might gather in front of the store.
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