Penthouse Uncensored V

by Penthouse Uncensored V (Letters to Penthouse IX

  After dinner we went to a nightclub. Carter and I ordered mixed drinks, Candy a Coke. They headed for the dance floor before the drinks ever came. Things really began heating up as they danced. After their second dance, I watched Carter give Candy a kiss that lasted and lasted and lasted. In the hour and a half we were there they never once returned to the table. When we headed for our house, Candy rode in the front seat with Carter.

  Once we were in the house they were ready for action. I’d never seen my wife so hot. She and Carter practically tore each other’s clothes off in our bedroom. Once they were naked they fell on the bed together. Candy was sighing and moaning, begging Carter to put his cock in her. She rolled over on her back, Carter on top of her, and he sank his massive cock in her hole. Almost immediately, I saw my wife finally go over the top. She shuddered, oohed and moaned as she climaxed. As she did so, Carter’s balls twitched, and his hip muscles clenched. Watching my wife in orgasm as my friend blasted her cunt full of his hot sperm, I filled my undershorts with wet, sticky come. They shuddered, moaned and kissed passionately.

  Finally they just lay still. Weak-kneed, I slumped to the floor. I felt jealousy, but I also felt grateful to Carter for satisfying my deserving wife’s sexual needs.

  After resting briefly, Carter withdrew and dismounted Candy. She snuggled into his arms and they began kissing. Carter was very quickly hard again. He lay on his back, and Candy swung her legs over him and settled her crotch down on his. I could see milky come gush back out of Candy’s cunt as she settled down on his massive dick. My wife bit her lower lip and closed her eyes as she settled on Carter’s cock. It was easy to see that his cock did things to her that mine could not. She leaned forward and began undulating her hips, stirring Carter’s prick around in her mushy cunt. Candy lowered her breasts to Carter’s chest, and his hands cupped her gorgeous butt. Soon they were hunching each other madly.

  They again reached climax in perfect unison. My wife threw her head back, moaning loudly as he orgasmed and Carter pumped his second load of hot sperm up into her body. She then relaxed and lay prone on Carter’s body.

  I wound up sleeping on the couch that night. Carter slept with Candy in our bed. Twice more I heard her cries of ecstasy as Carter serviced her in our bed.

  The next morning I heard the shower running, and went to the bathroom. I jacked off as I watched Carter fuck her in the shower. She had a very strong orgasm just as Carter blasted off inside her cunt. I splattered my load in the toilet as I watched my friend plant yet another load of his creamy seed in my wife’s belly.

  After Carter left, Candy was in a better mood than I’d ever seen her. She’s always cheerful, but that morning she was exuberant. It was obvious that Carter had given her just what she needed. She thanked me over and over.

  To show her appreciation, she dropped to her knees, unzipped my trousers and fished out my prick. When I felt my wife’s warm, sweet mouth envelop my prick, my eyes closed and I was instantly hard. In only seconds I spurted.

  Candy stood up, licked her lips, smiled and said, “Delicious, as usual.” She then gave me a kiss, my own sperm still very much on her breath.

  Carter came over again that night, and the next. In fact, he became a regular visitor to our house. I would watch him fuck my dear, sweet wife. Candy always climaxed in unison with Carter, and I would beat off, timing my orgasm with theirs. I would shoot my wad in a tissue as I watched Carter blast my wife’s cunt full of creamy come.

  After Carter left, Candy always gave me an unbelievably satisfying blowjob.

  Candy admitted she craved the sex he gave her, but said she was sure plenty of men could satisfy her just as well. We discussed it, and she decided to call another guy she’d once dated. Candy said Dave was well-built and good-looking. She’d never slept with him, but she’d heard from a girlfriend of hers that Dave was really hung.

  Candy called Dave, and two nights later I watched him fuck my wife. Dave screwed Candy twice, and then left. I had already jacked off, but I got in bed with Candy after he was gone. She felt unusually loose, but the feeling of Dave’s slick come on my dick was exquisite. I humped her awhile, and then Candy had me pull out.

  When I did, she instantly engulfed my slimy cock with her mouth. She didn’t seem to mind at all that the prick was coated with a slimy mixture of her juices and Dave’s come. In less than thirty seconds she gulped down my cream load. We then cuddled and fell asleep.

  A couple of weeks later Candy added George as a lover. He was another old flame of hers. My wife has had from one to four steady lovers ever since. Sometimes I watch, and other times she tells me about her liaisons later. After her lovers leave she usually sucks me off before we go to sleep. Other times I fuck Candy after she’s been with one of her studs. Her pussy always feels exquisitely soft and velvety, all slick with oily come, when I do that.

  For the last two months, my wife has been exclusively seeing a very good-looking black man. It’s her first experience with a man of another race. Hugh is a big man, standing about six-three and weighing well over two hundred. He has well-toned muscles, and the darkest skin I’ve ever seen. Candy met him through a mutual friend a little over two months ago, and I could detect a certain twinkle in her eye as she told me about him.

  “You want to fuck him, don’t you?” I asked.

  My wife nodded, but she immediately said, “But I won’t if you don’t want me to, Hinckley. I admit I want to have sex with Hugh, but you know I’d never do anything without your permission. I’d never run around behind your back, and I’d never sleep with a man you told me you didn’t want me to.”

  I nodded, patted her knee and replied, “You know I would never refuse you what you wanted, sweetheart. If you want Hugh, then I’m all for it. Whatever makes you happy is what I want.”

  Candy squealed in delight, threw her arms around my neck and hugged me. Five minutes later she was dialing the phone number Hugh had written on a napkin for her. Twenty minutes later Hugh was at our door.

  It was nearly ten o’clock, and the kids were already in bed. If my wife has a man over earlier in the evening, I watch the kids while she entertains her gentleman friend in our bedroom. If it is later, I often watch.

  We went to our bedroom, and they began making out. When they had undressed, they stood there admiring each other. Rising to full hardness was a cock that would have put even Carter’s to shame. It was not only longer than Carter’s, it was much thicker. I wondered if it would even fit inside her.

  They got on the bed, made out some more and played with each other’s privates with their hands. Candy sucked in a gasp of air as Hugh’s mighty cockhead began parting her pussy lips. He managed to split them apart, and nudged the head inside. Then I watched as my wife’s vaginal opening slowly dilated and accepted more and more of his prick inside. Even then it would not all fit. There appeared to be a good two inches of his meat left when he bottomed out inside her. My wife moaned and squirmed, and her breathing became rapid and shallow as she got used to him.

  Very slowly at first, very gently, Hugh began working it in and out of her pussy. Hugh was a big, powerful man, but he had a slow, gentle nature about him. I saw him gazing down at Candy’s face, watching her expression, seeing how she was doing as he began fucking her. Like a powerful locomotive, he slowly and surely began picking up steam. It took him a full ten minutes before he really began putting it to her.

  When he finally did, though, Hugh gave it to Candy like she’d never had it before. The other lovers she’d had were just boys compared to Hugh. I watched her wrap her legs around him, her creamy white skin contrasting so strongly with his. Her white fingers clutched his black back. Candy’s eyes were shut tightly. Her breath came in snorting puffs.

  As her orgasm neared, I saw her feet and legs raking up and down the outside of Hugh’s thighs and calves. She was on her back, but she seemed to be riding up at his body as he rode hers.

  As Hugh neared his peak he groaned, “I’m about to come, Candy.
Let me come.”

  That set off her own climax. “Yes, do it! Do it!” she cried out in a loud, clear voice. “Come in me, Hugh! Do it, baby! Oh, do it! I want your sperm in me!” she cried out. Hearing my wife begging for her black friend to fill her with his seed had me ready to come also. Candy’s butt flew up off the bed and her groin hunched at his cock as she shuddered in orgasm.

  Hugh spasmed, and I could see his balls twitching as they delivered their precious load. I saw excess semen gush back out as it overflowed her hole. I whimpered and lost my load also. My prick squirted come as I watched Hugh pump jet after jet of his sperm deep into my wife’s body. Candy’s eyes flashed open. She gazed back up at him with a wondrous, satisfied look before plastering her mouth on his. Their snow-white and coal-black bodies seemed to meld into one as they groaned, shuddered, shook and finally lay serenely still.

  She’s been seeing Hugh nearly every night for over two months now, but I feel no fear of losing her to him. Candy also knows she is in no danger of my leaving her. We are a perfect match. Other guys may plant some seeds in my wife’s fertile garden, but I know I will reap the fruit in the end.—H.D., La Salle, Illinois

  RECIPE FOR MARITAL BLISS: WIFE READY FOR INTEGRATION, PLUS PEEPING TOM HUSBAND

  I met Glenda back in my deep South hometown, on break from my northern university. She was a student at the local community college, and replied to the note I’d posted at the library looking for work as a physics or math tutor. She was stunning: five-foot-two, with shoulder-length blonde hair, a wonderfully rounded ass and firm, perky breasts. It was love—or at least lust— at first sight.

  Glenda’s grades improved with my tutoring, but by then we were in an intimate sexual relationship. Soon I returned to school, and for the next three years we exchanged visits, wrote often and phoned each other regularly. We were so horny for each other that when Glenda came to visit, we’d spend the entire weekend in bed. I’d spend hours licking and sucking on her, and she would scream and thrash around with pleasure. I could get it up two and three times a night after not seeing my lovely girlfriend for a month.

  After I graduated, I took a job down South, and we were married. Everything was great for the first couple of years, but then our sex life cooled down. We fucked about once a week, but some of the spark was gone. I still loved eating pussy, but Glenda usually grabbed my prick and put it in after she came the first time. Since her tight, slick pussy made me come within a minute or two, our lovemaking was over in ten or fifteen minutes, compared to our former sex marathons. I chalked it up to being in a rut, and I was excited when my company transferred me to a new office. I thought the change would do our marriage good.

  By our third anniversary Glenda and I were settling into a new condo in Trenton, New Jersey. Soon Glenda revealed a provincial Southern attitude that worried me. I had never placed any importance on the fact that, except for visits to me at college (which were spent mostly in bed), she’d never been out of the deep South. We were at the condo pool one day when she said, in a shocked tone, “Look! There are two black men here!” She referred to two young fellows, Edward and Vince, who had an apartment in the condo. She was fascinated at the ease with which they were talking with a group of young white women.

  “Oh, that’s the way things are here up North,” I told her. “You’ll get used to it. Just give people a chance.”

  Looking them over, I could see that the guys were well built, young and interested in girls. Edward was a six-footer and had shoulder-length dreadlocks. Vince was even taller, and had short cropped hair. Both glanced admiringly at Glenda from a distance, and I could see she was flattered. That might have been the reason that Glenda that night gave me a pleasant surprise after our usual uninspired fuck. She got into the 69 position, sucked my cock and sat on my face.

  Although I didn’t get another erection, and she tired of sucking my flaccid pecker, I brought her off a couple more times with my tongue, licking my come out of her.

  The next week I had to leave town Friday for a weekend trade show in New York City. I was going to leave from the office, but I got really horny thinking of that session of 69. So I decided to sneak home on my lunch hour and surprise Glenda. Maybe we could have a repeat before I left.

  When I got home around one, the place was empty. Glenda’s car was in the parking lot. I decided to check the pool, and slipped on my trunks in case she was there. When I approached the pool, I thought I heard Glenda’s laugh. I peeked over the wooden fence. It was indeed Glenda’s laugh. She was sitting on the edge of the pool with her feet dangling in the water. Vince and Edward sat on either side of her. The pool was otherwise deserted. It took me a moment to realize she was wearing a bikini instead of her usual one-piece. Her firm breasts looked great, with water dripping down the bare inner curve, and her large nipples visible through the damp fabric. She was laughing and pushing her tits together with her upper arms as Edward splashed water onto them.

  “I told you the water was cold,” Vince said. “Look how hard it’s making your nipples.” Glenda turned to him, licked her lips and drawled slowly, “How do you know it’s the water getting them hard?” Then she stood up, and walked slowly to the lounge where her towel lay. I freaked out when I saw it wasn’t a bikini my wife was wearing, but a thong—barely more than a G-string. Her gorgeous ass was there for all to see, with only a thin strip of wet nylon between her ass-cheeks.

  Vince and Edward exchanged a brief look that said, “Shit, I can’t believe this chick,” and followed her.

  Glenda lay on her stomach. Edward asked if he could rub some suntan lotion on her back. She agreed, and he began with the back of her legs. He worked up until he was rubbing her practically bare ass. His hands occasionally dipped into her crotch area, and she spread her legs wider to give him a better access. Even from a distance I could see she had shaved her pussy before putting on the tiny thong. I couldn’t believe my eyes when he rubbed up her back and casually unhooked her bikini top as he rubbed in the lotion.

  “Why don’t you roll over, let me do the other side?” he asked. Without a pause, Glenda rolled onto her back and exposed her naked tits to the two men. I gasped, just as they did. Her breasts jutted upward. She gazed seductively at Edward as he rubbed them. Then she moaned and wriggled her hips.

  “Damn, you’re hot,” muttered Vince. He bent down and removed her thong. She raised her ass and legs to make it easy for him. Before long my wife was lying back, naked in the sun, as one black man sucked her tits and another ate her bald pussy. She moaned and gasped and ground her crotch into Vince’s face while Edward sucked and licked her nipples. I was so horny that I pulled down my bathing suit and jerked off my five-inch dick.

  After Glenda came, Edward raised his head and dropped his trunks, revealing a huge, hard, black cock. Vince didn’t lift his head from his work on her pussy. Glenda grabbed Edward’s prick. It was easily eight inches long and much, much thicker than mine.

  “I’ve never even touched a black cock before,” said Glenda as she stroked his monstrous meat. Edward laughed as she stuffed it into her greedy mouth. Glenda sucked it as best she could. She took the head and the first several inches in and pumped the rest of the shaft with her fist. She took the prick out of her mouth and rubbed the fat, gleaming head as she ducked her head down to lick his balls. At this point another orgasm shook her body. She convulsed and cried out, still hanging onto that monster cock. She went back to sucking as soon as her orgasm subsided, and she actually fucked him with her mouth, enthusiastically jabbing six or seven inches of prick down her throat.

  After what seemed like an eternity, Edward pulled out of my wife’s mouth and jacked himself off onto her tits. She sat up for this, pushing Vince away for the moment. She rubbed her boobs all over Edward’s squirting dick, then rubbed the come into her tits like suntan lotion.

  Meanwhile, Vince had unleashed his cock and was eagerly fisting an even longer prick than Edward’s. It wasn’t as thick, but I am sure its length was in do
uble digits—ten or eleven inches, at least. Once Edward stopped coming, Glenda reclined on the chair. She grabbed Vince’s prick and guided it to her pussy. Edward raised her legs to give Vince unobstructed access. After Glenda gently put the head in, Vince began slowly to rock into her. She started coming instantly.

  “Keep going. Further, baby,” she begged breathlessly. By the time he had half of it in, she had had three orgasms. “Do you think you can get more of it in, honey?” she asked Vince.

  “You can take a lot more, baby,” he said. “You just gotta loosen up. You haven’t had black dick before, that’s all.” Five minutes later, Glenda was grunting through another orgasm as Vince poured in all of his salami. Edward was holding her legs up for her, as well as fondling her breasts.

  I was jerking my dick furiously when I heard the giggles. I whirled around, and saw two young women in their bathing suits, watching me. They said nothing, but they were far from shocked. In a moment, one of them was beating my little woody for me while the other licked my balls. They brought me off in seconds. I pulled up my pants, and they waved me good-bye. They quickly went to the fence, to see the show I’d been watching.

  By the time I got to my car, I was horny again. I pulled my suit down around my ankles and furiously beat off. I squirted all over myself. Then I realized I had nothing to wear but a bathing suit, and nothing to wipe my hands off with. Instead of getting come all over the upholstery, I licked it carefully off my fingers. After that, I sneaked into the house to retrieve my clothes, headed back to work, and left on my trip.

  I tried to call Glenda that night, but got no answer. I gave up at midnight, and tried to sleep. Images of Glenda with her two lovers kept me up in more ways than one. I was a wreck all day Saturday. I had planned to fly home Sunday morning, but the thought of catching Glenda in the act again got me on a late Saturday afternoon flight. I didn’t call Glenda to let her know I’d be home early.