“Debbie,” Honey called from the foyer. “There are four men here to see you.”
I crossed halfway to the door and said, “It’s okay, Honey, I invited them, please let them in.”
My hoops buddies, all dressed in T-shirts and shorts, sauntered in. I greeted them with hugs.
“What the fuck is this?” Rex shouted.
“We thought you wanted to swing,” I said innocently. “Now we can!”
The husbands talked among themselves nervously, occasionally warning us not to go near these hoodlums. Warren approached me and tried to speak, but I ignored him. I fixed my new friends drinks and turned on the stereo.
I called the other girls over, and when they arrived whispered, “Let’s dance with these guys, and see what happens. Don’t even look at your husbands. Just have fun while they watch.”
I danced with Vinnie, who had been the group spokesman. We danced innocently at first, but it became sexy. I couldn’t take my eyes—or hands—off his beautifully muscled body. I was really turning on. I could hardly stand, so I asked him to sit with me for a bit. He sat on a bench with his back to the husbands. I sat on his lap.
“For God’s sake, not on his lap!” Warren whined.
“Baby, it’s a swing party, remember?” I said. “Don’t worry, we’re just going to be kissing for now.”
Vinnie got brave and pulled the pin from my hair, allowing it to cascade down his chest. We stared in each other’s eyes. He took my head in his hands, pushed it back gently and kissed my neck and chest so wetly, so sensuously, I began to coo. I licked his lips, then felt a fat cock pressing up between us. I gyrated against him, my heels on the floor, my weight leaning into him.
I rode high in his lap till his rising cock was under my dress. I slid high up on his chest, pushing off with my heeled toes. Taking the cue, Vinnie unzipped his shorts and, reaching under my dress, pushed my underwear aside. With both hands I worked his hot cock into my cunt. As it broke the threshold of my vagina, I lurched and grunted. I was already coming as I began the most glorious down stroke I’ve ever felt.
There was no misunderstanding about what was happening, but the hubbies were quiet—speechless, I imagine. All pretense gone now, I rode Vinnie in almost continuous orgasm.
“Oh yeah!” he groaned. This hot young athlete, in his sexual prime, was in me so deep, it gave me a new kind of orgasm. Had he hit the famous G-spot?
I lifted my feet off the floor and locked my heels tightly to Vinnie’s waist. My full ass pressed down on his cock. My orgasms became even more powerful. He held my hips and pumped me full and hard. My long hair flew wildly, and I encouraged him, repeating, “Oh fuck me, fuck me!”
When Vinnie exploded, I could actually feel his powerful gushing inside me. After a minute or so of ejaculating, he dropped to the floor. I took his beautiful cock in my mouth and cherished it.
When my senses cleared, I saw all my friends coupled around the hotel room with my hoops studs. Honey was spread-eagled on a couch with one of them devouring her pussy and gliding his fingers in and out of her asshole. In time Cheryl and Mia were on the other couch engaging the other two young athletes.
Our husbands remained spectators for the rest of the evening. Perhaps they had no desire to be compared with the young studs who were having their way with us. Eventually the party broke up, and we fondled and kissed our virile guests good-bye. When Warren and I got home, I tried to make it up to him. He’s my husband, after all, and I intended to hold on to him for a while!
He and the other husbands did seem to get the message, that swinging is a two-way street, and in time we found some rather imaginative ways to explore those possibilities. But that would be another letter!—Name and address withheld
“PART OF ME WAS HURT, PART OF ME JEALOUS, PART OF ME CURIOUS”
My wife and I have been together almost fourteen years. We married our senior year in college. I knew she was a free-spirited woman. I felt, as most men do, that I could always keep Connie happy. How wrong I was.
Two years ago, I returned a couple of days early from a week-long business trip. It was very late, and when I drove into my driveway I noticed the reflection from the windshield of another car parked next to my wife’s in our two-car garage. Connie had not said anything about company staying over.
In the depths of my mind I sensed what might be happening, and I can’t explain the rush that went through my body. Part of me was furious, part of me hurt, part of me jealous. Yet another part was feeling a strange pang of curiosity.
I had had a few flings in the past few years myself, which I did not think it necessary to share with Connie. We were not practicing an open marriage relationship.
At this point I had to confirm things, but I knew I needed my composure before facing Connie. We weren’t having the greatest sex as of late, but after twelve years of marriage, not many couples experience the same passions they had when they first met.
I checked into a nearby motel for the night. Early the next morning I parked several houses up from mine and called Connie to say I had just arrived at the airport and would be home in a half hour. Sure enough, fifteen minutes later a man in his late twenties (my wife was then thirty-one) drove a blue BMW out of my driveway.
When I walked into the house, Connie acted as if nothing had happened. Instead of confronting her with my discovery, I found myself with a raging erection and a desire to fuck my wife silly.
She was as receptive as always to my sexual advances, and in no time we were stretched out on the sofa. As we kissed, my left hand found its way between her legs and touched a soaking wet pair of panties.
I was dying to confront her, but my investigative nature required me to go further. I rubbed her clit through her panties, then snaked a finger under the elastic and into her wet hole. She was squirming almost uncontrollably and whispered for me to fuck her now.
That was unusual, since Connie always loved for me to spend time sucking and licking her pussy before fucking her. She pulled at my belt and zipper to free my cock and urged me to mount her. I lifted her legs, pulled her panties off and opened her legs wide as if to prepare my entry. I continued to rub her clit, noticing the unusual redness of her pussy lips.
The air was filled with the smell of sex. With my fingers I opened the lips to her cunt. I noticed a milky secretion. Holding her cunt lips open with my thumbs, I dropped my head to her lap and ran my tongue into her hole.
Connie kept saying, “No, fuck me, Wayne,” trying to push my head away. But I knew what it was, and kept licking and sucking her. My cock wanted to explode. I actually felt my heartbeat through my cockhead.
I stepped out of my trousers and plunged my cock in her slick cunt. I lasted about fifteen strokes, then added my semen. Interestingly, my cock stayed as hard as a brick. Connie repositioned herself on top of me and began to move slowly up and down on my cock again. Within only a few minutes we shook in what became one of many orgasms. We fucked like teenagers the whole day.
The following morning I took off from work, and Connie and I talked. I told her what I had discovered, saying that I had been more stimulated than anything. I found out that the “visitor,” as she put it, was one of her boyfriends from college whom she used to ball before me.
She confronted me with a few of my flings and said she was not happy with our fucking only once a week, and if I could fuck around, so could she. She said she’d started having affairs over five years ago and was having sex almost every day, sometimes twice a day, with several men.
While she was explaining, the telephone rang. It was one of her lovers. She made small talk, then told him she would call back later.
Since that day, Connie and I have opened our marriage up. We have experienced orgies, swap parties and two-on-ones with a few of her lovers. Last year she was the center of attention at two bachelor parties.
At the last one, the month before Christmas, she fucked and sucked off fifteen guys, including the groom and his younger brother. I fe
ll asleep around one in the morning. When I awoke, around seven, I found the groom’s brother on top of my wife, groggily humping away.
He said he had fucked her three times already, and he had never fucked a more beautiful woman. Then he made a couple of more plunges, pushed as far into her as he could and emptied his fourth load.
As I cleaned Connie up for the ride home, she said she’d lost count of how many times she’d been fucked. She fucked or sucked everyone, including myself, once. Then several guys came back for seconds. The groom fucked her twice, then asked her to suck him off once more before he left the party, at three.
This year promises to be much of the same. One of the attendees at the last bachelor party has already booked Connie for his wedding in May.—W.C., Springfield, Massachusetts
IT TAKES A BIG MAN TO SATISFY HER FANTASY OF SUPERSIZE SERVICE
Before my wife and I started reading Penthouse Letters, we thought that there had to be something wrong with a man who had the desire to see another man fuck his wife. We were fascinated by the acts described by your readers’ letters, which we devoured eagerly.
They led us to start watching amateur fuck videos. Georgette commented that she has a shapelier body and is certainly more attractive than the women in those videos. But what fascinated her most was the size of some of the really big cocks she saw in the amateur videos. The biggest of them was several inches longer and a great deal thicker than mine.
I asked her if she would like to have one of those men with a super-size cock fuck her pussy. She hesitated, then replied, “Oh, I could never do that! He might not find me attractive, and besides, if I did, you might stop loving me.”
I told her that she didn’t have to worry about me, that what I wanted was for her to be satisfied sexually. I reassured her that I would always love her, no matter who she might fuck.
Once the subject was opened, we continued to discuss the possibilities of her having an opportunity to fuck a superstud. But after several such discussions, I decided that if it was ever going to happen, I was going to have to help it get started. I sought the help of a friend who in turn introduced me to a promoter who had connections in the underground sex world.
I explained to this fellow that my wife would like to fuck a man with a huge cock but felt embarrassed, and we didn’t know how to proceed from there. I had a picture of Georgette with me. The promoter took a look and said he didn’t think there would be any problem. He would just make a couple of calls to people who owed him favors.
He assured me he would not only find a superstud to fuck my wife but would provide her with a night she would remember the rest of her life. He gave me the card of a club that catered to people who wanted to “get together” with other people. He said for us to be there the following Friday no later than ten.
He told me to have her dressed sexy to the hilt—heels, hose, garter belt, revealing panties, nice lacy bra and, most of all, a nice expensive dress. Have her hair styled. He said that our party would contact us at the club Friday night.
As we got ready to go out, Georgette was very nervous, afraid the panties were too revealing. She admired herself in a full-length mirror. The garter belt made a perfect frame for her pussy hair, and the panties were so sheer that she appeared to be naked. The pink folds of her cunt were plainly visible.
Her dress clung to every curve of her figure, and the high heels of her pumps really set her off. Her firm tits stood out, showing the outlines of her large nipples.
There were a lot of unescorted women drinking and dancing with men they had met in the club. Everyone was dressed very neatly and in expensive clothes. I ordered champagne, and the bubbly got Georgette in a festive mood. She and I danced several times.
Eventually a tall, powerfully built man dressed in an expensive suit and wearing large diamond rings approached. He addressed us by our names and introduced himself as Pedro. He asked if he might dance with the lovely lady.
Georgette blushed but stood up. Pedro took her hand and led her to the dance floor. While they danced, I was surprised to see the promoter who had arranged this for us. He hadn’t said anything about being at the club that night. He approached me and asked if I approved of the man he had chosen to fuck my wife and give her the thrill of her life.
“He’s a sexual athlete with ten inches of dick,“ he said.
I replied that he seemed fine, but I didn’t know if Georgette would go along. The man laughed and said, “Don’t worry. Leave that to Pedro.” He had absolute faith in Pedro’s powers of persuasion. He added, confidentially, that I would get to see everything, which I found unaccountably exciting. What he didn’t explain was that everyone in the club “would get to see everything.”
Georgette and her “date” came back to the table. The promoter ordered drinks for all of us, including a special one for Georgette to pay tribute to her beauty. We all drank up, and very soon Georgette began to get very passionate, deep-kissing Pedro. The promoter smiled and said, “She is ready.”
Pedro suggested they go to a back room so they could have some privacy. Georgette looked at me, and I said okay. They stood up. The promoter suggested that Georgette hike up her dress and show her pussy, and to my surprise, she did so.
When her dress had reached waist-high level, she pulled the crotch of her panties to one side.
“Nice,” Pedro said. “Very nice indeed.”
Georgette moaned, “Will someone please fuck me?”
“Oh, I am so hot, you bet I will, baby,” said Pedro. “Let me give you some of my big fat dick.”
As Pedro led Georgette to their back room, the promoter got up and whispered a few words to her. (I later learned he told her what was going to happen.) Then he had the lights dimmed in the club, and he flipped a switch. A giant TV screen lit up. On it everyone in the club saw Georgette and Pedro enter a room containing a giant bed.
He helped her take off her dress. Then she faced the TV screen as he removed her lacy bra. Her tits were firm. Her nipples were long and hard and looked like cherries. Pedro commented on how nice her tits were.
He suggested she remove her panties and commented on how nice her large mound of pussy hair looked. Next he had her spread the folds of her clit so he could see how large it was.
“That pussy is going to be tight,” he said, “but I’ll be able to get my dick in there.”
He stripped and lay back on the bed, his cock sticking straight out. He invited Georgette to suck his dick and make it good and hard. She could barely get the head inside her mouth. She licked up and down the full length of his shaft. She even sucked his balls—something she had never done for me.
Everyone could see my wife sucking that big dick. How could I not feel a pang of jealousy when Georgette straddled him and guided the head of his cock to the opening of her cunt? She lowered herself slowly until she had his whole cock up her cunt. She bounced up and down furiously.
Soon flecks of come could be seen clinging to Pedro’s cock. Georgette moaned loudly, then lay back as his slick cock slipped out of her cunt. He then mounted her from on top. He buried his big cock completely up her cunt and fucked her furiously.
With a groan, he pumped a large load of come deep inside her cunt. She lay with her legs spread wide, her cunt gaping, and drops of come leaking out of her.
Then there were two more giant cocks in front of her. We all watched her hungrily suck those three magnificent members, taking on one after another. Then, one after another, she was fucked by all three of the men who were attached to the jumbo cocks. Finally she took one of those supercocks in her ass and another in her pussy at the same time.
Georgette had a wonderful time. She was delighted when she saw a copy of the videotape, and said that her excitement had doubled when the promoter told her about the cameras.
Georgette is no longer embarrassed to be naked with a super-endowed man. In fact, she welcomes it. So, thanks to Penthouse Letters, we had the courage to try something different and exciting.—F.D., N
ew Orleans, Louisiana
HIS FANTASY COMES TRUE WHEN HE ENCOUNTERS A COUPLE OF SWINGERS
My biggest fantasy has always been to have a threesome, either with a couple or with two women. Though I did once go to bed with two women, that session did not go beyond heavy petting, and it was a hell of a disappointment. So for the past few years I have been trying to find ways to meet other people who might desire a three-way. After all, you only live so long, and I was intent on enjoying the pleasure of multiple partners before my dick and I were consigned to our eternal rest.
Last month my dream finally came true. I answered an ad in a swingers’ magazine, placed by a couple who were looking for another man. They contacted me by phone and invited me to come to their house for a drink and to see how we all got along.
My initial reaction on meeting Ralph and Jan was one of disappointment, because although they were not unattractive, they were not the ultra-glamorous types I had been picturing. But after a few drinks I began to get excited at the thought of having Jan suck my cock in front of her husband. We seemed to hit it off well, and finally Ralph said what the hell, let’s just get undressed and go from there.
Well, that was all I needed to get my cock hard, and in a minute we had all taken off our clothing. It was a little awkward at first, but then Jan grabbed my cock and started sucking me like there was no tomorrow. Ralph sat on the couch beating his six-inch cock, until I suggested that he come over and go down on Jan as I watched.
The shyness and awkwardness had left me already, and I positioned myself so I could enjoy the blowjob Jan was giving me and at the same time spread her pussy lips while Ralph sucked her clit.
Soon we were all moaning. When we took a break, Ralph suggested we move into the bedroom, and once there he asked me if I wanted to fuck his wife. I suggested that he go first, while I watched. As Ralph sank his cock into Jan’s dripping pussy, I reached around and grabbed his balls. That drove Ralph over the edge, and he blew his come forcefully up into her twat, then pulled out to shoot more of it onto the bed.
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