Letters to Penthouse XIII

by Penthouse International

  “I missed you, too, honey bear,” Annabel whispered.

  “Well, if I’m your honey bear,” I said, “I think it’s about time that I ate your little honey-pot, don’t you?” With that I picked her up and laid her on the bed. Annabel giggled as I pulled up her skirt and pulled down her pantyhose and panties, all at once. The crotches of both were wet and smelled absolutely wonderful. Then, spreading her gorgeous legs, I dove into her red muff, skipping the preliminaries and going straight for her clit. She jumped a little, then moaned and held onto my head. Thirty seconds later she was clamping my head with her thighs and moaning, “Yes! Oh, yes!” I could taste her come in my mouth, and the overflow trickled down my chin.

  I moved my tongue up and down her gash, then slid it lower and started licking her browneye. This elicited another moan, and she started pulling off the rest of her clothes. She grabbed for my shirt and made me stop long enough to pull it off. I stripped the rest of the way, as did she, and when I was done she pulled me back and started stroking my cock. “Come on, Timothy,” she moaned. “I haven’t had any dick in six months!”

  I was every bit as anxious as she, but I held off. “So what’s two minutes more?” I teased.

  “Please,” she whimpered. “Please, Timothy.”

  “Please what? Tell me what you want me to do, Annabel.”

  “I want you to fuck me!”

  “All right, then,” I said, ramming into her. She gasped and pushed up at me, then started going into motion. “That’s it, baby,” she said. “Fuck me hard!”

  I couldn’t hold back any more. I thrust into her twat, pumping in and out, pounding her cunt for all I was worth. She bucked and moaned and held me tight, and kept on saying, “Yes, yes!” Then she went stiff for a second, her pussy gripping my prick like a vise, her juices coating the length of my shaft as she writhed and twisted and moaned in orgasm for what seemed like a full minute.

  I continued to move inside her, very gently, while she regained her senses. “Can you take any more?” I asked her.

  She looked exhausted, as if jet lag was catching up to her, but her voice was throaty and sexy when she said, “Oh, yes. I didn’t come three thousand miles for nothing! I want you to do what I’ve been fantasizing about all this time. I want you to fuck me in the ass!”

  She didn’t have to ask twice. It had been on my mind the whole time. Annabel got up to get her bag, and when she came back she had a tube of K-Y jelly. I kissed her, then gently turned her over. I caressed her firm buttocks, then put some of the K-Y on my finger and proceeded to lube her ass with it. She raised her butt and moved it so that my finger slid in and out of her nether hole. Slowly I used my other finger, moving them each to loosen her up a bit. With my other hand I reached around to caress her breasts and then slid down to her clit. Annabel moaned softly and pushed her ass harder against my finger.

  I took some more of the lube and greased up my dong, which was still hard. Then I lifted her onto her knees and put my cock at her entrance. I started to push in, but when I had worked just the head of my cock inside her, she asked me to stop and wait for a moment. The position was awkward for me, though, and I pulled out.

  “Let’s try this a different way, honey,” I said. I turned her onto her side and had her pull one leg up. Then, lying on my side behind her, I entered her juicy pussy, causing her to moan again. I pulled out after a few minutes, then spread her ass cheeks and stuck the head of my dick inside her anus again. That time I bent over to kiss her on the lips, and she met my kiss eagerly with her full, wet mouth. As we Frenched each other I slowly eased my cock into her ass, very gradually sinking in to the hilt. The feeling was fantastic.

  Finally we stopped kissing, and Annabel looked at me with passion-filled eyes. “Are you all the way in?” she asked.

  “Uh-huh,” I moaned. I was staying very still, trying not to lose my control in her tight tunnel. Annabel smiled and squeezed me with her ass. I took a deep breath and said, “Are you ready for the ride?”

  “Any time, soldier.” She pushed back on my cock then moved forward, showing me that she wanted to be fucked. I obliged, starting slowly. She started ramming back, as if she wanted me to do it harder, so I did. She gave a sharp cry, and I stopped for a second. “Is everything okay, honey?”

  “Yes, my love. It’s great. I just love it!”

  “Do you want me to fuck you hard?”

  “Yes, baby, fuck me. Fuck my ass hard!”

  I turned her onto her back, lifting one of her legs to keep my cock in her ass. I reached for a pillow and put it beneath her buttocks. Her ass was now in perfect position for reaming. I bent over and kissed her marvelous cherry-capped breasts, then started thrusting. Annabel put her arms around me and caressed my back. I kissed her mouth, and our lips locked together, our tongues going wild as I fucked her faster and harder.

  Her fingers dug into my back and she wrapped her legs around my waist as she did her best to match my movements. The feeling of her asshole around my cock as I fucked her was unbelievable. Her sphincter began to tighten around my rod and then began to spasm, and I knew she was coming. Her head fell back, and she began to scream with pleasure. I kissed her neck as she squeezed me tightly with her arms and legs while she convulsed again and again. I came harder than I ever had before, flooding her ass with my seed while her orgasm continued for what seemed an eternity.

  We came back to reality after a few minutes.

  “So, did you like that?” I panted.

  “I loved it!” Annabel replied. “The only part that I didn’t like was when it stopped and you had to pull out of me.”

  “Don’t worry about that, honey,” I told her. “I’m sure we’ll be doing it again soon.”

  And we’ve been doing it ever since.—Name and address withheld

  WHEN SHE TOLD HER HUSBAND ABOUT HER BLACK LOVER, HE DIDN’T KNOW IT WAS A DILDO

  My wife and I have always been sexually uninhibited. We married when Jeri was twenty-seven and I was twenty-eight. She’d had three lovers before me, but I did get to take her anal virginity after we were married.

  Now, at thirty-four, Jeri looks sexier than ever. In college she was a track star and gymnast, and she works out on her exercise bike every day. At five feet four, she weighs only one hundred twenty pounds and she could be a swim-suit model for Sports Illustrated.

  A little while ago Jeri decided to go back to work part-time as a bank teller, and at about the same time we started talking about expanding our sex life a little. We both enjoy the letters in your magazine about men watching their wives having sex with other men. I asked Jeri if she wanted to try that, and she said, “Yes, but I’m not sure I would want you to watch the first time.”

  Well, I was thinking I’d hit the jackpot, because “the first time” meant there would be more than one, right? “Okay, dear, whatever makes you comfortable,” I told her, as a massive erection grew in my BVD’s. That night while we had sex I asked her if she had anyone in mind. She just said, “Kind of,” and that was it.

  About four months ago I found Jeri lying naked on our bed, on her stomach. As I got closer I noticed that her asshole looked like it had just been fucked.

  “Is this what you wanted?” she asked as I approached.

  “Wow, when did this happen?” was all I could say.

  “Lick it,” she said, turning her head to see my expression. “Lick my butt real good, then you can have your sloppy seconds.”

  I got down and tongued her sexy asshole while all kinds of images went through my mind, surprising me with their erotic effect. I saw visions of some faceless stranger pounding my wife’s rear as she fingered herself until they both got off. Finally I stopped licking her and knelt over her, pulled out my cock and slid it into her asshole.

  “I didn’t taste much come, just a lot of K-Y,” I said as I stroked in and out.

  “Probably because he came so much the first time, in my mouth,” was her reply.

  When she said that it got me so hot th
at I exploded into her ass. You see, rarely did Jeri let me come in her mouth. Birthdays and anniversaries were usually it.

  Slowly I pulled out and lay down next to her. Jeri got on top and started kissing me, saying, “Here, honey, I want you to taste it. There may still be some left.” She was hot, all right.

  “Who was it?” I asked, dying to know.

  “I’m not telling, but I’ll tell you this much,” she whispered. “He’s black.”

  This got me going again, and we fucked until we were both exhausted.

  Some time went by, and one day I again came home to find my wife lying nude in bed, this time spread out on her back, with lots of come around her pussy, some still oozing out of her and a big wet spot on the bed between her legs.

  “You wanted come,” Jeri said, smiling. “Well, is this enough? There are three loads there, and you get to eat me until I come again.”

  Well, I did, and it made me hotter than ever as I again envisioned the big black stranger who had been fucking my wife all afternoon. After she came I mounted her missionary-style and felt my cock sink into the warmest, wettest, loosest cunt I’d ever experienced. It was so erotic to think of my sexy wife turning into a little come slut. I asked if it had been the same black lover, and she confirmed that it was. She told me he had fucked her pussy, and she had sucked him hard again. She did the same thing after he came in her cunt a second time, she said, but the third time she’d had him pull out and come outside her pussy, so it would be there ready for me to eat.

  A couple of weeks went by, and our fucking was better than ever. Finally I asked when I could watch her with her black lover.

  “First, I need to tell you something,” she said, looking a little sheepish. “I kind of put you on a little.” She then confessed that yes, she did have a sex with a black man, and it had happened just as she said—the second time. As I looked at her in confusion, she explained that the first time she had made up the story. It had been sort of a test to see if I could really handle her doing it with someone else. Then she pulled out a huge dildo—the biggest one I’d ever seen—and said that she had used it to fuck her own asshole, which explained why there had been no come.

  I was shocked at first to think that she would deceive me like that, but that reaction was soon overcome by a desire to see just how she used the dildo to fuck herself. When I told her that, she smiled and lay back on the bed, pulling her knees to her chest. She pushed the dildo into her cunt and began to finger her clit with her other hand.

  I watched in amazement as my wife played her body like a fine piano. She would work the dildo in and out of her cunt, getting it in a little deeper each time. Then she would stop and stroke her clit for a while, then do both together. She began to moan and writhe on the bed, but before she could climax she pulled the dildo out of her cunt and asked me to get out some grease. She lubed both the dildo and her asshole, doing it slowly, stopping once to play with her clit. Then she positioned the dildo at her anus and pushed with both hands, still lying there on her back.

  Her head went back and a squeal came from her mouth. Jeri pushed half the dildo in slowly, then stopped and went back to working her clit for a bit. “God, it’s so big!” she gasped, but she was obviously loving it. So was I. The sight of that thing stretching her ass open was making my cock throb. She started stroking the dildo in and out, in and out, her fingers moving faster as she worked on her clit. Then she exploded, thrashing around on the bed and emitting cries of erotic joy.

  Jeri lay still for some time before pulling the dildo out of her ass. “I hope you enjoyed the show,” she said, rolling onto her stomach.

  “You know it!” I replied, showing her on my hard-on. “This may not be as big as that dildo,” I admitted. “Can I put it in the same place?”

  “I thought you’d never ask,” Jeri said, grinning.

  The next time I asked about watching her, Jeri explained that she would do just about anything for me, but she really felt self-conscious about fucking another man in front of me. However, she did want to have more sex with her new lover. He was her first black man and she was really enjoying him, even though his dick, like mine, was nowhere near as big as the dildo. I asked if she had done the anal thing with him, and she said, “Not yet,” with a smile.

  I told her I still got off on the whole idea even if I couldn’t watch, as long as we could replay everything they did together. This went on for several weeks. I would often get a nice serving of sloppy seconds in Jeri’s cunt and ass, and our sex life was the best it had ever been.

  Then one day I accidentally found out who her mystery lover was. I came home for lunch, because I knew Jeri had the day off and I wanted a mid-day quickie. There in our driveway was the local grocery delivery van, with the back doors open. I decided to wait for it to leave so I could pull in and park, but when it was still there after about twenty minutes, I started to get suspicious. I thought of sneaking into the house to see what the fuck was going on, but in the end I just parked on the street and waited. I couldn’t help getting hot as I thought of how my gorgeous wife was getting balled silly at that very moment.

  After about forty-five minutes a guy came out of the house and got into the van. I recognized him as Harry, the bag boy from the grocery. He was a college student and he couldn’t have been older than maybe twenty or twenty-one. A man fifteen years younger than my wife was had been boning her in the ass—and everywhere else. What a lucky fucker!

  I still haven’t told Jeri that I finally found out who her lover is, but if you print this I’m sure she’ll read it and realize that I know. I can’t wait to see the look on her face! Maybe then she’ll finally let me watch. But if not, I’m still having a fine time with her.—R.F., Boulder, Colorado

  IT TAKES A TRIP TO GOTHAM TO LOOSEN UP HIS PROPER WIFE’S ANAL INHIBITIONS

  I’m thirty-two, and Ruby, my wife of three years, is thirty. I am a regular reader of Penthouse Letters, but Ruby thinks it’s all fiction. I used to read her some of the letters, especially the ones about wife-watching, and ask if she ever thought she could let another man bone her, with or without me present.

  Up until a year ago, her response was definitely negative. “You should have married Elinore,” she would say.

  Her best friend Elinore is, in a word, a slut. She is single, flirts with everyone, is into black men and says her first sexual encounter was with another woman. She lives in New York now, but she and Ruby are still close, and often visit each other.

  Ruby has some great sexual talents herself. She gives a blowjob second to none and likes nothing better than to swallow come. She loves to fuck in any position. Her body is well-developed, with good-size tits. She keeps herself in shape, which shows in her legs and ass. At five feet four, she is a handful in bed.

  But one thing she’s never let me do is fuck that ass of hers. I could tongue it all I wanted, finger it, even stick a butt plug up there on occasion. But no ass-fucking. Still, with all her other talents I considered myself lucky.

  Then last summer Ruby went to New York to visit Elinore for a couple of weeks, as she’d done many times before. She flew out on a Monday. Tuesday I spoke to her on the phone, and she told me what had happened the previous night.

  It seems she had met Elinore’s current boyfriend and they parried a bit. Elinore, bimbo that she is, talked everyone into a game of strip poker. Ruby said she was reluctant at first, but it was just the three of them, so she went along.

  Apparently she didn’t do well and was naked when the others were still only half undressed. However, they let her play in that state, saying that if she won a hand, she could put something back on. She did win the next hand, but as she was about to put her top on, Clint, Elinore’s boyfriend, said she could have another option—like having him eat her out, or do whatever she wanted.

  Well, Ruby said she didn’t know if it was the wine, or the thought of this good-looking guy eating her out, or both; but she let him go down on her—in front of her friend too. And
it didn’t stop there. By the end of the night Ruby had blown Clint in return and then watched as he and Elinore fucked.

  When Ruby told me this, my heart pounded and my cock stiffened.

  I asked her, “Did you swallow?”

  “Of course,” she replied. “You know me.”

  Then I asked, “Do you want to fuck him?”

  “Well … kind of, but I don’t know …. This was strange enough, you know?”

  After that call I was out of my skin with lust. I didn’t sleep well, thinking about Ruby’s sexy mouth gulping down another man’s load.

  When I spoke to her on Thursday, she told me that Wednesday night had brought another surprise. Apparently Elinore had invited one of her ex-boyfriends (I think she keeps a whole stable of them handy) over for dinner to make it a foursome, and he brought along a bottle of gin, Ruby’s favorite. Elinore knew that Ruby loves gin-and-tonics and they make her hot to trot. Not surprisingly, there was another game of strip poker.

  “I did it, babe,” Ruby told me over the phone.

  “Did what?”

  “What you wanted. I let someone fuck me.”

  “No way!” I said. “You shitting me?”

  She gave a small chuckle. “No, really. His name is, Charley, and he’s a friend of Elinore’s. Clint was here, and the four of us played cards, and it got a little … well—”

  “It’s okay,” I said. “You know I love you. Tell me everything that happened.”

  “Well, Charley’s only twenty-five, you know. And very good-looking. And I blew both him and Clint, and Charley fucked me twice, in different positions.”

  “Did you come?” I asked.

  “Honey, you know I did, and how! Are you mad?”

  “No, not a bit,” I said. “But I think you’re putting me on.”

  “If you don’t believe me, I have Elinore as a witness.”

  “You did all this in front of your friend?”

  “Here, you can ask her.” And with that, she put Elinore on the phone.