Letters to Penthouse XXXX

by Penthouse International

  “Well, I lit up the cigarette the usual way, then tucked it between my pussy lips. The guys gathered around, staring down at me as my pussy smoked that Camel down to its butt. The guys all had bulges in their shorts, and one of them was stroking his boner. That got me excited, and I told them I wanted to see them jerk off. Two of them had to be coaxed to join in, but eventually all six knelt in a circle around me and pulled down their shorts, showing me six gorgeous penises. One of them was exceptionally well hung. Then, right there in broad daylight, they all began whacking their meat. When they were done, I had dick milk splattered all over me, and I loved it! So that’s my story,” she finished. “Is that wild enough for you?”

  “It makes my top ten list,” Kip said, laughing. “Wish I’d been there to see it.”

  “Why didn’t you ever tell me about that, Kelly?” I spoke up.

  “It was a long time ago, before you and I ever met.”

  “I’m learning interesting things about my wife’s past,” I said. “I had no idea you were ever so adventurous.”

  “She’s just not shy about sex, right, Kelly?” Kip said.

  “No, I’m not. I never have been.”

  With that Kip casually laid his hand on Kelly’s thigh, below her hemline. To my surprise, she lightly stroked his hand with her fingertips, signaling approval of his advances, and leaned toward him in a way that openly shouted, “Fuck me.” This was how she had responded to me when she and I had first begun dating. Now she was behaving the same way with another man, and she was doing it right in front of me, as though I weren’t even there.

  A minute later Kip leaned over and gave Kelly a kiss on her mouth, at the same time sliding his hand down her spine to give her ass a lingering squeeze. Kelly responded to this by moving closer to him until their upper bodies came together as they kissed openmouthed. My God, I thought, couldn’t they at least wait until we left? Were they going to fuck right there in the lounge, with a few dozen customers for an audience? Indeed, they were now drawing stares from across the room. As I was about to say something, Erin spoke up, saying, “Kip, perhaps we should take this outside, don’t you think?”

  Breaking the kiss, Kip now stood up, took Kelly’s hand, and led her outside. Erin and I followed them into the parking lot.

  “I’m going to take Kelly for a drive,” Kip announced. “We’ll be together all night. You okay with that, good buddy?”

  “Go have a good time with her, Kip,” I said with a forced smile. “I’ll keep your wife company.”

  “Erin won’t let you get bored.” Kip grinned. “I guarantee it.” He and Kelly climbed into his car and drove off. I led Erin to my own car and drove to my place.

  Once there I took her coat and poured us a couple of drinks. I felt the electricity building between us, and soon we began touching, fondling, and kissing. After a minute I took her hand and led her into the master bedroom. For a moment I felt a bit funny about fucking Erin on the same bed where Kelly and I had conceived our children, but Erin soon made me forget about that as she sank to her knees, unzipping my fly and taking my cock into her mouth. She sucked until I spurted, filling her mouth with creamy white stuff, all of which she swallowed without hesitation.

  After that we undressed and fell onto the bed. My erection soon returned, and I mounted Erin, stuffing her cunt with my cock and pumping away until my second load of sperm flooded her pussy. She was different from Kelly—not better or worse, just different. But she was fuckable with a capital F, and she knew how to wiggle her ass as my pole sank into her twat. Her body continued to excite me, and we had sex several more times during the night.

  The next morning Erin and I walked down the street to her house, and I went in with her. Kip and Kelly were in the kitchen, finishing breakfast. Erin and Kelly went upstairs, leaving Kip and me alone. I felt a little awkward, but Kip seemed perfectly relaxed.

  “Man, you are one lucky guy to be married to Kelly,” he said to me. “She really knows how to relieve a man’s tensions.”

  “If you mean she’s a good fuck, I already know that, Kip,” I said, somewhat testily.

  “Yes, of course you do. And I’m sure you had a good time with Erin, too.”

  I had to admit that I had.

  When Kelly came back, she and I walked home.

  “Did you have a good time with Kip?” I asked her.

  “He didn’t disappoint me,” was her reply. “Actually, he’s quite good. He’s hung like a horse, and can go all night. And he knows how a woman likes to be touched by a man.”

  “Well, then I guess you won’t be needing me anymore,” I said bitterly.

  “Don’t be silly,” Kelly chided. “And don’t be jealous. You’re an even better fuck than he is, and you’re the one I love. Don’t forget that.”

  This made me feel a little better. Also, it was hard to resent her being with Kip, considering how much I had enjoyed myself with Erin. So when she told me that Kip had suggested we get together again the following week, I told her it was all right with me, if that was what she wanted.

  So on the following Friday, the kids spent another night with their grandparents. This time Kelly and I walked down the street to Kip and Erin’s house. I was expecting to swap partners again, and take Erin home with me for a night of fucking, but when we got there Kip suggested a foursome instead.

  “I don’t think so, Kip,” I said. “I’ve never fucked with people watching me.”

  “Oh, come on, you party pooper,” Kelly chided. Her tone was playful, but I could see that the idea excited her. “Doesn’t it sound nice and cozy, the four of us together? It does to me.”

  So I gave in. We went into the den, where they had everything prepared, including fur-lined throw rugs spread out on the carpet, with soft pillows for comfort, and a warm fire ablaze in the fireplace.

  Kip suggested that we watch some porn to get us in the mood, and for the next 10 minutes we watched an X-rated video on the DVD. I sat with Erin, who soon began to rub my crotch, which did a lot more than the porn to get me aroused. Across the room, Kip had his hand up Kelly’s dress. She was moaning and panting as he felt her up, slipping a finger into her pussy. He tugged at her panties, pulling them down her legs and off, then quickly relieved her of her dress and bra. Erin and I now began to undress each other, and soon all four of us were naked. Kip clicked off the video.

  “How do you want to do this?” he asked. “All four of us at once, or one couple at a time? I prefer one couple doing it while the other watches.”

  “That sounds good to me, too,” Kelly said.

  “Okay, who wants to go first? Tell you what, I’ll toss a coin, and whoever loses goes first. You call it, Kelly.”

  He dug a quarter out of his pants pocket and tossed it up. Kelly called heads, and heads it was.

  I took Erin by the hand. “I guess you and I get the honor of going first.” I smiled.

  Kelly sat on the carpet, snuggling in Kip’s arms as Erin and I climbed onto the couch. Erin immediately took my cock into her mouth and gave me head, then swung around, still sucking me as she positioned her ass over my face. My fingers clawed her ass cheeks as we feasted on each other’s genitalia. She stopped before I erupted, then mounted me as I lay on my back. Guiding my cock into her pussy, she rode me, rocking back and forth, occasionally raising her body until my cock nearly fell out, then sinking back down until I was fully sheathed in her cunt again.

  Kelly watched breathlessly. I clutched at Erin’s ass as I felt myself losing control, then knifed up into her as my sperm gushed into her pussy.

  When I was emptied, I glanced over at Kelly, who sat transfixed while fondling her own breasts. Kip lifted her chin, kissing her on the lips. “We’re up next, beautiful.” He smiled. “Let’s you and me show these two amateurs how to do it right.”

  “I’m ready,” Kelly said, and she bent down to give him head. A strange sensation gripped me when I saw my wife for the first time with another man’s penis in her mouth. When he was hard
, he pushed her onto her back on the fur-lined rug, then spread her legs and went down on her. His head bobbed as he licked her pussy with long strokes, from her anus to her clitoris, while his hands fondled her tits. From Kelly’s throat came the gasps and moans of passion that I knew so well. She was in sheer ecstasy.

  He moved up to mount her in the missionary position, and her legs wrapped around him as he penetrated her. His vigorous strokes caused her tits to quiver like two mounds of gelatin with each thrust. After several minutes of slamming into her, he moved up again to straddle her chest, positioning his penis between her breasts.

  With a moan, Kelly pushed her boobs together, forming a tight sleeve for his cock as he titty-fucked her. Suddenly he went rigid as ropes of semen spurted out to arch through the air. He sprayed her face liberally with jism, a few droplets landing in her hair. As a blob of come gathered at the corner of her mouth, her tongue slithered out to lick it in.

  As I gazed at my naked and panting wife, her face streaked with semen, I unexpectedly felt myself getting stiff again, in spite of my recent orgasm with Erin. To my surprise, my head was pounding with lust. It was a strange moment of truth. I had let myself get dragged into this because Kelly had wanted it, or so I had told myself, but when the sight of my wife’s lovely face soiled with another man’s come gave me a hard-on, it was like a psychic breakthrough. I moved to her without a word, and she smiled at me as I spread her legs and jammed my dick into her wet and very slick pussy.

  Kip then reached for his own wife, and for the next several hours the four of us fucked and sucked almost constantly, switching partners back and forth as the whim struck us, and experimenting with all kinds of positions and combinations.

  Finally we were too exhausted to fuck anymore, and Kelly and I gathered up our clothes and got dressed.

  “Well, what do you think of this lifestyle now?” Kip asked me as we got ready to leave.

  “Well, it sort of scared me at first,” I admitted frankly. “But I have to say it’s starting to grow on me.”

  “I was hoping you’d say that.” Kip smiled. “Erin and I know some other couples who are into this scene. I’d like to throw a party and introduce them to you two, if you think you’d like that.”

  “That would be lovely,” Kelly said, smiling.

  So Kelly and I have now expanded our circle of friends. Some of the couples we met turned out to be assholes, but others proved to be very nice people, and they are the ones with whom we continue to party, sometimes swapping spouses, sometimes getting together for group sex. And we have never been happier.

  I started this letter by talking about how people change in unexpected ways, and I was really talking about myself. I have acquired a voracious appetite for swinging and swapping, and it never would have happened had it not been for Kelly’s bold curiosity and her willingness to explore new territory, while still continuing to be my loving wife. Now Kelly is pregnant with our third child, who is due this coming summer. I guess I am one of those lucky men who truly does have the best of both worlds.

  —C.L., San Rafael, California

  She Was Neglected by Her Husband, but Not by Her Son’s Best Friend

  “That damn son of mine should have told you he got called in to work and wasn’t going to be home this morning,” I said to Richard, handing him a cold drink as he sat on my living room sofa.

  “It’s no problem,” Richard said as his eyes roamed my body, which was not too well concealed by my terry cloth robe. I felt a surge of electricity shoot through me. It had been so long since my husband had even touched me that at this point almost anything would get me off.

  This young 20-year-old, my son’s best friend, had seen me over the years in many revealing outfits, but I had never been aware of his lustful gaze before. I crossed my legs as I sat beside him, and my robe fell away, exposing my creamy white thigh to his probing eyes.

  At that point, without another word, Richard completely shocked me with a move I will never forget. He got off the couch, pushed the coffee table away, and knelt before me. As my jaw dropped open and my eyes went wide, his strong hands slid up the naked smoothness of my legs.

  “You want this, don’t you?” he said, looking up into my eyes, and as if in a daze I slowly nodded my head. He eagerly tugged my cotton panties down my hips as I lifted my butt to help him. He then slid them off my legs and threw them across the room.

  Still looking at me for my reaction, he reached for my pussy and traced his fingers over my labia, then delved into my slit and probed my vagina. I gasped with pleasure, and he smiled. I flopped back on the couch, eyes rolling around in my head as he began to finger me in earnest. Now he rubbed my clit, and my moans and gasps filled the room. I came with a shout inside of a minute. Believe it or not, it was my first orgasm in almost a year.

  As I came down from my climax I became aware that he was now standing before me with his jeans at his feet, his hard cock fully exposed and ready. He quickly knelt and got into position, then guided his tool to my hole and drove into me. I gasped again as he began to thrust in and out of me.

  “I can’t believe you’re letting me fuck you!” he exclaimed as he humped me harder. Another climax hit me, and my throbbing cunt set him off. “I’m coming!” he shouted. “I’m coming, oh, God, I’m coming in you!” His strong spurts shooting into me intensified my climax as he collapsed on top of me.

  After a minute or so, his softening cock slipped out of me, followed by a steady flow of his young semen. “Thanks, Richard,” I panted. “I really needed that.”

  “Does that mean we can do it again?” he asked.

  “Absolutely,” I said.

  We wound up fucking two more times before he left that day, and now Richard stops by often, usually when my son is at work.

  —N.D., Santa Barbara, California

  Who’d Expect a Girl to Drink Her Coffee Without Some Cream?

  Good morning, love! Mmm, you look delicious standing there in just your boxers.

  Aww, you’ve made me a cup of your delicious coffee already. I wonder, did you sweeten it for me, my love?

  Mmm, it could use another dip of your fingers. I’d like it extra-sweet this morning. I love it when you let me lick your fingers clean. Yum!

  I put the cup to my lips to take a drink and notice that something is missing.

  Where’s the cream, sweetheart? I can’t have coffee without some of your delicious cream, my love. Mmm!

  I run my index finger over your sweet lips, down the warm flesh of your neck, tracing down your chest until I reach the top of your boxers.

  Mmm, someone is nice and hard this morning. Yum!

  I ease my hand down your boxers to greet your beautiful, hard, warm cock.

  Ooh, babe, he feels so good in my hand. Oh, yes.

  I tenderly grasp your hard, throbbing cock and start gently stroking him up and down.

  Oh, baby, your hard cock feels so good!

  I kiss your sweet lips.

  Oh, baby, you taste so good, mmm.

  I kiss my way down your neck, sucking and licking at your warm skin, oh, yes. I begin kissing your sexy chest.

  Oh, baby, you turn me on!

  I kiss gently at your abdomen and on down to your sweet hard-on. I get slowly down on my knees, so I can have it at eye level.

  Oh, it looks delicious!

  I begin licking your shaft, kissing up to the head of your cock. I lick around the head of your sweet cock.

  Mmm, baby, whatever is this? It looks like someone is about ready to burst precome. Mmm, so yummy!

  I tenderly caress your warm, sweet balls.

  Baby, they feel so good in my hand, oh, yes!

  Now I kiss my way down to those sweet balls. I begin licking and kissing them.

  Baby, you taste so good!

  Your moan is music to my ears. In turn, I moan out against your tender balls. You reach down and offer me your cock as if you can’t wait any longer. I gently lick the precome from the head, moaning as I t
aste you.

  Oh, baby!

  I engulf your manhood in my mouth. Oh! Every inch of you fills it.

  Mmm!

  I suck softly. You place your hand on the back of my head, running your fingers through my hair. I feel the pressure of your hand as you begin thrusting in and out of my mouth.

  Mmm!

  I let out a sweet moan of want and desire.

  Oh, yes!

  Your cock touches the back of my throat, hard and throbbing, swelling up in my mouth, about to burst. My hands hold, caress your sweet ass.

  You thrust in and out of my mouth with a real sweet rhythm. I can feel your cock harden as your juices burst inside my mouth. Oh, your sweet come’s running down the back of my throat.

  Oh, baby, you continue to thrust slowly and gently in and out of my mouth, letting me suck every little bit of come out of you.

  Mmm! Ooh, baby, thank you so much for the cream!

  —L.E., Tuscaloosa, Alabama

  Her Fantasy Was Only to Suck, but As Many Men As She Could

  I’d always had a fascination with the idea of my wife sucking another man’s cock. The night she blew a dozen men in front of me blew my mind.

  Janet is incredibly pretty and has thick natural lips that make her blowjobs the best I ever received—to be honest, one of the reasons I married her! (I told my best mate about her blowjobs and laughed at how jealous he got.) She’s the only girl I’ve been with who truly loves sucking cock.

  After six years together, Janet and I (as you do) finally got around to divulging our deepest fantasies. Going first, I told her I often masturbated to the fantasy of watching her give another man a blowjob. Sometimes the fantasy involved watching her on her knees as four or five men stood around her, lustily sucking and wanking their cocks, trying to get them to come as quickly as possible. One by one she made them come on her face and tits.

  I don’t know why this idea turned me on so, and I expected her to be repulsed, but as I told her my fantasy, her face grew intent with interest. “Incredible!” she said when I was done. “It’s almost identical to my own fantasy!”