Letters to Penthouse XIII

by Penthouse International

  We became intimate rather soon after that first kiss, and it was then I discovered that beneath those conservative skirts and blouses, she almost always wore sexy lingerie— skimpy briefs, garter belts and sensual bras. This remains true today. Now, however, she also has a secret vacation wardrobe: short skirts, tight jeans, low-cut dresses and blouses, and sexy stockings and shoes.

  Although Mona had had sex before she met me, she was still relatively inexperienced. She had usually gotten herself off by masturbating. With me she discovered she could have multiple orgasms rather easily. While I pride myself on being an attentive lover, it became evident about five years into our relationship that Mona needed more than even I could provide. She worked hard at her job during the day, and found that great sex was the best way for her to relax and forget about her professional responsibilities.

  At first we augmented my efforts with vibrators and dildos. Some nights Mona would get off four or five times. But eventually it became evident that she needed even more. It was a difficult decision for me at first, but after a time I suggested to her that she might want to have lovers. This would introduce some variety and excitement to her sex life. I knew she loved me deeply, so I didn’t think I would be too jealous.

  Mona was interested, but she was worried about her reputation, so we decided we would pursue her sexual needs only with strangers. That’s when we began to go off on weekend trips, the purpose of which was for her to screw other men, sometimes with me there and sometimes not.

  It was at that point that Mona began to buy what she refers to as her slut wardrobe. On our first weekend we went to a nice resort, and that night she went out to dinner wearing a see-through black blouse, a black low-cut bra, a black leather skirt that barely covered her ass, black thong panties, fishnet stockings and red high heels. She put on heavier makeup than ususal to accent her full mouth and large dark eyes.

  Needless to say, everyone in the restaurant seemed to be looking our way, often not very subtly. Our waiter was especially accommodating. He was a good-looking guy in his twenties. At the end of the meal, we asked him if he would like to come up to our room for a drink when he got off duty. He didn’t hesitate to accept.

  At eleven o’clock Paul, the waiter, knocked on our door. Mona was as horny as I had ever seen her. This was going to be her first lover since we had gotten together. She made him a drink and sat down on the bed, making sure that her skirt was positioned so that he could get a good look at her legs and her barely covered pussy.

  Shortly after our first drink, I made an excuse about needing some fresh air and left the two of them alone. I came back after about an hour. Paul had gone, and Mona was in bed, totally naked and looking very happy. She told me that he was a more aggressive lover than I was, with a somewhat longer and thicker cock. She said that she’d had several orgasms with him and that he had come off twice.

  She then told me that she had asked him if he had any friends who might be interested in joining them the next night. He’d said he had two good buddies who’d be thrilled, and he and Mona had arranged for another tryst the next evening.

  I said that was fine with me, but this time I wanted to be present Mona wasn’t sure how the guys would take this, so she suggested I hide in the closet to watch. She would tell the men I had gone out to meet some friends.

  The next evening was amazing. Paul and his two friends showed up at eleven, and Mona greeted them in another of her slut outfits. She served them drinks and then began to do a slow striptease. The guys pulled out their cocks as they watched.

  When she was naked, she went up to each of them in turn and helped them out of their clothes, alternately stroking and licking their pricks. Mona was good at giving blowjobs but didn’t always like to do it. That evening she had no problems, though. Before I knew it, she was taking one guy deep in her mouth while another entered her from behind. The third guy was playing with himself, anxious to get in on the action.

  Before the night was over, Mona had given each of them a blowjob and all of them had fucked her at least once. In addition, she got out the K-Y jelly and had Paul do her in the ass, something she did only rarely with me. No one seemed to question why I had not yet returned when they left at two in the morning.

  I came out of the closet with my cock sticking out like a ship’s spar. Mona beckoned me to her and without hesitation plunged her mouth down over my shaft. She gave me the blowjob of my life.

  Since that time, Mona has had hundreds of lovers. I am only too happy now to give her the freedom to satisfy her sexual needs, and our relationship has only grown stronger over the years.—F.V., Augusta, Maine

  HIS WIFE DIDN’T KNOW THAT HE KNEW SHE HAD ALREADY HAD SEX WITH A STUD TRIO

  Shortly after our marriage I became curious about my wife’s previous sex partners. As Sally began to tell me about them in response to my inquiries, I became extremely aroused, thinking about her with these other men. I began to fantasize about her being with various friends of mine. Then I began thinking about a threesome, about watching another man enter her and hearing her sighs and moans of pleasure as he did her right before my eyes, and then entering her after he withdrew.

  After a while I began relating these fantasies to my wife during foreplay, and I found that the thought of being fucked by another man was arousing to her as well. She would get very excited and wet, and we would have sensational sex. But afterward, when I approached her with the idea of making our fantasies become reality, she would say she could never really do it.

  I asked Sally to make up a story about her sucking and fucking other guys and tell it to me. At first she didn’t want to. I knew she didn’t have as wild an imagination as I did, but I knew even so that hearing those things from her would excite me. Finally one night she told me a story. She was surprised at how hard my cock got, and how intensely I fucked her. I asked a lot of questions, which helped her to embellish the story.

  Soon she was making up stories without my asking, and they got pretty wild. I told her I loved her stories, and hoped one day they would turn out to be real. Even more, I hoped I would eventually get my greatest desire fulfilled, by actually watching her have sex with another man. This had become an obsession with me.

  Then one day while I was at work, my phone rang. When I answered it, I heard the voice of my best friend, Greg, saying, “Aw, shit, I dropped the fucking phone when I dropped my pants.”

  I had just talked to Greg a few minutes earlier, and I was surprised and puzzled. But I was even more astonished when I heard my wife’s voice saying, “Did you drop anything else?”

  “No, babe,” Greg replied. “But I’m going to drop a big load on you pretty soon.”

  In a kind of daze, I sorted out what had happened. Evidently when Greg had dropped his cell phone, he accidentally hit the redial button, and was unaware that I was now on the line. And my God—it sounded like he was about to have sex with my wife!

  Now Sally’s voice came again. “My, you seem pretty excited today.”

  To which Greg replied, “Yeah, well I’ve got a big surprise for you. Your secret fantasy is going to come true today.”

  Then there were sounds of kissing, some soft moaning and murmurs of “Oh, yes, ooh” from Sally. I could tell Greg was really turning her on. Then suddenly I heard her say, “Darling, wait, I thought I heard someone downstairs.”

  “It’s okay,” Greg said. “That’s the surprise. Rick and Freddie are joining us today, and you’re going to get your fantasy of having three men at once.”

  “Oh, Greg!” my wife said. She sounded absolutely thrilled, and I didn’t know whether my astonishment was greater than my excitement, or vice versa!

  I heard the sound of the two men entering the room, and someone said, “Hi, Sally.” It sounded like Rick. And then that same voice said, “Damn, I almost stepped on your phone.” He must have picked up the phone then and turned it off, because at that point the line went dead.

  Damn, I was so frustrated! I wanted to hea
r the four of them get it on. I had all sorts of images flashing through my mind of my three friends fucking my wife. I was sure they were going to be thrilling her beyond her wildest dreams.

  That night I was unbelievably hot and horny. I urged Sally to tell me a really wild and sexy tale as I ate her pussy and toyed with her nipples. Though I didn’t say anything, it was obvious that her pussy lips were puffy and overworked from all the cock that had been fucking in and out of them all afternoon. I was incredibly hard as I thought about that.

  To my amazement, she began telling me a story—supposedly fictional—invovlving her being serviced by three hot, horny, sexy men! I couldn’t help myself. I was so turned on that I shot my load all over her pussy even before I could get my dick inside her.

  Sally was really surprised, and said, “That story must have really turned you on.”

  “Yeah,” I replied, panting. “Make my day sometime and make it a reality. I’d love to have you experience the thrill of having three men at the same time. Especially if I were there to see the pleasure they would give you.”

  Without replying to that, Sally proceeded to suck me hard again, but I was still so excited that this time I had barely gotten my cock in the cunt that my three buddies had used that afternoon when I shot off again.

  It was about a week later when Greg and Freddie came by. It was the first time I’d seen them since they had fucked my wife. They were as friendly as ever. Freddie wanted me to go fishing with him on Saturday. I asked Greg if he was planning on coming too, but he said he had other plans for the day. He said he and Rick had something to take care of. Of course, I now knew that what they planned to take care of was my wife.

  I didn’t mind a bit. I said I’d go with Freddie, but I secretly planned to get back early, hoping to find Greg and Rick in bed with Sally, or at least to get a taste of the come they would dump in her pussy.

  I was too late to find them together, but Sally still had that just-fucked look, and I had a great time eating her out. After that, I decided it was time to tell her about hearing her with Greg over the phone. She was very contrite and apologized profusely, but I told her I wasn’t upset, I just wished she had told me. She said the guys had been very concerned that I not find out.

  I knew I had to figure out a way to bring everything out in the open, so we could all enjoy ourselves without feeling guilty. Finally I decided to invite Greg to our cabin in the mountains for a weekend of hunting. We were to leave Friday evening and return Sunday. On Friday I drove over to Greg’s place to pick him up. He was surprised to see Sally in the car, and commented that he hadn’t known that she was going with us.

  “Well, I thought it would be nice to have her along,” I said, as casually as I could. “She can take care of both of us.” I left the remark hanging, for him to make of it what he would. Sally, who was sitting between us, snuggled up to Greg and laid her hand on his thigh. He seemed a bit nervous but said nothing.

  When we arrived at the cabin, we settled in, built a fire and started to prepare dinner. After we ate, we relaxed by the fire with some good brandy. I made sure that Greg’s glass was kept full. After a while Sally said she was getting a bit warm, and was going to change into something lighter.

  I figured it was time to get things rolling. I started out by telling Greg that he would probably think me odd, but I had often fantasized about Sally being with other men. In fact, I said, the more I thought about it, the more obsessed I became with the idea. I said just hearing about it would be thrilling, but seeing it was my wildest wish. Then I told him, as calmly as I could, that I was aware of his affair with Sally, and of the fact that Freddie and Rick had also fucked her. I quickly added that I was glad it was three of my best friends, and that I was happy to share her with them.

  Greg never said a word. I had no way of telling how he was reacting. But just at that moment Sally came back, wearing a short, sexy nightie. She sat down next to Greg, put her arms around him, and kissed him on the neck. Then she slid her hands down to his crotch and fondled him there.

  In spite of my presence, he was unable to resist her ministrations, and I watched big-eyed as his cock gradually formed a large tent in his trousers. Finally he turned to me with a confused look on his face.

  “Are you sure you’re okay with this, buddy?” he asked. I gave him a big grin and nodded emphatically. I was already so excited that I couldn’t talk.

  Greg turned back to Sally and kissed her passionately. Before long they were so wrapped up in each other that they seemed oblivious of my presence. They soon stripped each other, and I watched my wife take my best friend’s cock in her mouth. His head went back and he moaned with ecstasy, “Oh yeah, babe. Suck my cock!” His fingers were in her pussy, making wet sloshing noises. I was positively enthralled.

  Eventually they broke apart, and Sally suggested we go in the bedroom. Greg looked over at me as he got up. ”Damn, buddy, your wife is one hell of a sexy lady!” he exclaimed. “You are luckier than shit to be married to her.”

  When I followed them in the bedroom, Sally was already spread out on the bed, with her legs wide apart and her fingers in her pussy. Greg dived between her legs to eat her cunt, but she told him she wanted to suck his cock again.

  As Greg moved to straddle Sally’s head, she said she wanted me to eat her pussy while she sucked his dick. I licked and nibbled at her cunt and her clit while she used her mouth on my friend. Both of them were moaning and groaning with pleasure.

  Soon Sally was begging Greg to fuck her so I could watch. I got up and sat in a chair as he moved down between her legs and aimed his hot, throbbing cock at her wet and eager cunt. Shit, I thought I had died and gone to heaven! I was still clothed, but I was so excited that I shot a load of come in my shorts.

  Then I stripped down, watching Greg’s ass cheeks clench and unclench as he pounded his cock wildly in and out of Sally’s pussy. I reveled in the soft, liquid sounds his dick made in her pussy, the slapping of their bodies, and the cries and whimpers of sexual ecstasy that came from my wife’s mouth. I watched in fascination as Greg stiffened and then erupted, blasting his load inside her.

  When he was finished, he rolled off her and panted, “I guess it’s your turn, buddy.” I crawled between my wife’s legs and lapped at her come-filled pussy until she begged me to fuck her. Even though I had come just minutes ago, I couldn’t hold back, and I shot in her quickly, adding my come to Greg’s. By the time I pulled out, Greg was hard and ready to fuck her again.

  We didn’t get much hunting done that weekend. We spent most of it in a state of undress, seldom leaving the bedroom except to eat and go to the bathroom. I watched Greg fuck Sally over and over, in every way there is, and I never tired of the spectacle. I loved eating her out after he’d had her, and then fucking her myself, but my biggest thrill came from watching my wife going crazy with lust under my friend’s pounding body.

  Since then Greg has been coming over to our house very often to have sex with my wife while I watch and sometimes join in. So far, Freddie and Rick have not been clued in, but they will be soon. I can’t wait to watch Sally taking on three guys at once. It will be my ultimate dream come true.

  As Greg said, I am luckier than shit to be married to Sally!—H.D., Reno, Nevada

  A HAPPY MARRIAGE IS MEAT AND POTATOES, BUT SEXUAL ADVENTURE IS THE SPICE

  I am a fifty-six-year-old woman, happily married for thirty-eight years now. Calvin and I had a great sexual relationship from the start, and it got better every time we fucked.

  I wasn’t a virgin when we got married, but I hadn’t been promiscuous either. I knew that men found me attractive. I was five feet two, weighed one hundred five pounds and had a 34C-22-32 figure. I had red hair, blue eyes, a firm bust and what Calvin called “a tight bubble butt.” I also had a large vagina, with long labia, and when I was aroused and spread my legs, my cunt looked like a big pink rose. I had a prominent clitoris and reached orgasm easily.

  We had been married just over five
years when another man hit on me for the first time in my married life. We were at a pool party at the house of some friends of ours, George and Lucy. There were about ten couples there, along with Lucy’s brother Victor, who was from out of town. He was about thirty, tall and blond, with big dark eyes.

  I had on a blue bikini that showed off my body pretty well. Calvin told me that he saw some of the guys get hard looking at my ass and tits. I’d had a lot of rum, and was feeling no pain by the time it got dark. At one point I got kind of cold, so I went into the house to get dressed.

  I decided to change in the bathroom, and I had just taken off my bathing suit when Victor stepped in the bathroom and locked the door behind him. I was startled and tried to cover myself up, but I was not really alarmed. I felt instinctively that he wasn’t going to hurt me, and the fact was that I couldn’t help being attracted to his handsome face and powerfully built body.

  Before I could say anything, Victor took me and kissed me long and hard. I melted like butter in a hot pan. He sat me on the vanity and told me I’d had him hard all day. He pushed his trunks down, and I saw his stiff dick. It was at least as long as Calvin’s, and bigger around. I made no move to stop him as he pushed my legs apart and put it in.

  Victor humped me for about ten minutes, and although I didn’t come, I must say I enjoyed it thoroughly, in spite of feeling guilty for cheating on Calvin. After he gushed his load in my cunt, he wanted to do more, but I said we’d better rejoin the party. So he pulled up his trunks and left.

  I was anxious to get home and douche as soon as I could. After I got dressed, I found Calvin and said I wasn’t feeling too well and wanted to go home.

  With all that Calvin had to drink, I thought he would pass out when we got home, but he was horny and wanted to fuck me in the worst way. He drew me down on the bed and started to feel me up. When he touched my come-filled cunt he was surprised, to say the least. At that point I told him what had happened. I apologized, and I felt so bad, I started to cry.