Letters to Penthouse XXXX

by Penthouse International

  I had begun to get a little suspicious of these guys, so I wasn’t really surprised when they suddenly seemed to become much better dart players. It was a close game, but in the end they won, and Kirk asked me whether we were ready to honor our bet. I said I would first like to know what this new game was, but he said they could explain it as we walked to their hotel. Rhoda asked him if they had liquor in their room, and when Kirk said yes, she said, “Fine, let’s go.”

  The hotel was close by, and it wasn’t until we got to the room that Kirk got around to describing the rules of Lucky Seven. Again, I wasn’t too surprised when he said it was kind of a variation on strip poker, and I don’t think Rhoda was either. She tends to get pretty horny when she drinks, and we had been to a few parties where both of us had participated in sexual games, and enjoyed it. If these two young guys were lusting after my luscious wife, I had the sense that the feeling was mutual.

  Lucky Seven turned out to be a little different from strip poker. It was true that it started with poker hands, but only Kirk, Ed, and I would be playing, and the winner of each hand would get to do something to, or with, Rhoda, who would be blindfolded on the bed. That way she would know what was going on, but would never know who was doing it to her.

  There were seven rounds to the game, Kirk went on, which was why they called it Lucky Seven, and each round allowed the winner one specific action. This went as follows:

  Round one: Feel up Rhoda (fully clothed) for two minutes.

  Round two: Take off her shirt and bra and feel up her naked tits for two minutes.

  Round three: Suck on her tits for two minutes.

  Round four: Take off her pants and feel her up for two minutes.

  Round five: Lick her pussy for two minutes.

  Round six: Get a blowjob for 10 minutes (or until the winner shoots his load, whichever comes first).

  Round seven: Fuck Rhoda for 15 minutes (or, again, until completion).

  Rhoda had not said anything while Kirk explained these rules, and I couldn’t tell what she was thinking; but the fact that she made no protest, even after he finished, told me that she was at least thinking about it. I had been against the idea at first, but now I was suddenly starting to get turned on, knowing that these two young guys would get to see my incredibly sexy wife naked, and that either they would get to watch as I fucked the hell out of her, or I would get to watch as one of them did.

  Then, before either of us said anything, Kirk spoke up again, saying that if we did it he and Ed would give us the $500 anyway, just for playing.

  Well, if Rhoda had any hesitancy, that took it away. She said what the hell, that sounded good to her. Her husband was a good poker player, she said, and he might well win all the rounds, and if he didn’t, she wouldn’t know anyway. I knew she didn’t believe that, but if she wanted to play, I wasn’t about to stop her.

  Rhoda put on a blindfold that Ed gave her and lay down on the bed. Kirk, Ed, and I sat around the table and began. Ed dealt the first hand, and as it turned out, Kirk was the winner. One of the rules was that we could not talk about what was happening, or comment on winners or losers, so Rhoda would not know who it was who was claiming his prize with her after each round. So now Kirk went quietly over to the side of the bed and groped Rhoda for two minutes. He started with her chest and worked his way down to her crotch and rear. Rhoda said nothing while he did this, but when the two minutes was up I could see that her breathing was a little heavier.

  Round two was won by Ed. He gave me a quick glance, then quietly got up and walked over to the bed. Pulling Rhoda up into a sitting position, he slowly eased her halter top up and over her head, revealing her perfect 36C breasts. He laid her gently down again, and then began to fondle her naked tits. He seemed fascinated with her nipples, which were rock-hard and sticking out nicely, as they always do when she gets turned on. When his two minutes were over, he reluctantly returned to the table.

  At that point I could not be sure whether Rhoda had been able to tell that neither of the two winners so far had been me, but her rapid breathing and her squirming on the bed told me that she was definitely aroused.

  I was really hoping to win the third hand, as I was getting kind of horny myself and would have loved a chance to suck on my wife’s tits; but Kirk beat me again. This time he practically jumped onto the bed, though still noiselessly, and eagerly began to work on Rhoda’s breasts with his mouth and hands. At one point he alternated between her nipples, rolling one in his fingers while sucking and tonguing the other. As this was something I frequently did to her, I thought maybe she would think it was me. Whether she did or not, it was clear that he was having a major effect on her, as her panting became audible and the occasional whimper came from her throat. Kirk was all smiles when he came back to the table.

  On the fourth hand, I finally won. Kirk grinned and gave me the OK sign with his fingers as I went over to the bed. I removed Rhoda’s shorts and panties as she arched her hips to help me. I then had the pleasure of fingering her pussy for two minutes. She was extremely wet, and I easily slid three of my fingers into her shaved twat. She was soon grinding hard against my hand, and I knew she wanted a cock inside her as soon as possible. When my two minutes ended I returned to the table, determined to make sure that that cock would be mine.

  Kirk’s unbelievable luck continued during the fifth round, and he edged me out with a pair of queens against my two jacks. Rhoda must have been keeping track of the rounds, because as Kirk approached the bed she parted her legs eagerly, knowing that she was about to get licked out. Kirk dove between her legs and immediately began to suck on her sweet pussy. Rhoda was soon twisting on the bed and moaning loudly, and I didn’t know if I was more aroused than jealous, or vice versa, as she had an orgasm just as Kirk’s two minutes were ending.

  In round six it looked like my luck was going to change again, as I found myself with three kings. Kirk apparently had a weak hand this time, and I was looking forward to having these guys look on as my wife gave me a blowjob, but Ed kept the round going, and when I finally called he turned out to have a full house! So I had lost again.

  Ed was all grins as he got up and removed his pants. His cock was rock-hard and looked to be about the same size as mine, so again I thought there was a chance that Rhoda might think it was me. He moved over to the bed and sat down, gently pulling my wife’s head to his cock. Rhoda began working her magic on him, and I could see him trying to hold out, but it was no use; in about five minutes he was shooting his load down her throat, as Rhoda happily swallowed every drop. She then lay back down, knowing that she was only a few minutes away from finally getting the fucking she craved. Ed returned to the table and said in a whisper, “Wow, that was amazing!”

  Now came the last round, and I felt that I just had to win this one. But I didn’t. Kirk outdrew me and outplayed me, and he clenched his fist in triumph when he saw that he’d won.

  He stood up then and removed his clothes. I was surprised to see that although he was about my height and weight, his cock was huge compared to mine. It had to have been easily nine inches long, and looked about as thick as a soda can. I knew Rhoda would know it was not me just as soon as he began to fuck her with that monster.

  He climbed onto the bed and got between her legs, then rubbed his cock on her pussy lips a few times before lining it up with her love hole. Then he slowly eased the head of that huge dick into her, and I knew from her reaction that, as I had predicted, she knew right away that it was not me. Part of me was kind of hoping that she would stop it right there, but another part was all too eager to watch her getting fucked by that monster dick. But Rhoda seemed too much into it to do anything but enjoy.

  Kirk was very gentle the first few minutes, just easing his big cock into her and stretching her pussy gradually. Then after a few minutes he began to fuck her hard, pulling his cock all the way out and then ramming it back in each time. Rhoda was moaning as loudly as I had ever heard her, and her breasts were bouncing and ji
ggling as she twisted and bucked up at him. I decided that I should at least get to suck on her breasts while she was fucking this stranger’s cock, so I went over there and took her right tit into my mouth. Ed then came over and did the same with her left tit. Rhoda was gasping and moaning harder than ever, and a minute later she came, shouting and arching off the bed. Kirk continued ramming her hard for almost 10 minutes before he shot his load deep in her pussy.

  When he was done he pulled out of her, and quickly got dressed again before telling Rhoda she could take off her blindfold.

  Kirk and Ed gave us the $500 as promised, and thanked us for an incredible evening.

  When we got back to the hotel I was extremely horny, but Rhoda was feeling a little sore from her hard fucking, so she got down on her knees and gave me an incredible blowjob. The next day we were on our way home.

  Rhoda never asked me who had done what to her that night, and I never volunteered the information. We seldom talk about it at all, in fact, but I suspect she occasionally wonders, as I do, if and when we will ever find another game of Lucky Seven.

  —F.C., Detroit, Michigan

  He’d Thought of Her As a Sister, but That Changed in a Hurry

  I’m a 22-year-old factory worker, and I share an apartment with my 19-year-old sister, Fran, and her friend Sara. I’ve known Sara so long that I’ve always thought of her almost as another sister, and not much more. Fran has a guy she’s engaged to, but Sara never seemed to date any one guy for very long. A little while ago I found out why.

  It was around 11 o’clock and I was home watching the news when Sara came in, crying. I asked her what was up, but she said she didn’t want to talk about it. I said okay, and after a while I went to bed.

  Not long after, Sara came to my room. She was wearing an old T-shirt, and her puffy nipples poked out of the fabric invitingly. I asked her what was wrong, and she said, “Bert dumped me because I wouldn’t do anything with him.” Then she went on, “They all dump me because they all think they can get into my panties, but to be honest, I’m scared, and I’ve never done anything but… you know… stroke their things.”

  I was pretty surprised at that, and a little excited, too, since I thought I saw what was coming. “Well, what can I do to help?” I asked her.

  “I want my first time to be with someone I know,” Sara said in a low voice. “Someone who I know won’t hurt me.”

  “Me?” I asked, my cock twitching. Sara said nothing, but the next thing I knew she was sliding into my bed beside me. We kissed, then I worked my hand down her front. She spread her legs for me, and I found to my delight that she wasn’t wearing panties. Her smoothly shaved pussy was wet and warm as my finger tentatively probed its entrance.

  She pulled her shirt off then, and in the dim light I saw her fantastic tits. I kissed my way down her tight body to her crotch, and began showing her what oral pleasure was all about.

  She jumped when my lips made contact with her pussy, and then moaned as I started licking and sucking it. I traced my finger around her hole and flicked her clit. I intensified my efforts till she shuddered, then arched her body and came with a shout.

  After a long pause she said, “Oh, God, that was great!”

  “Yep, it sure was,” I said. “Now it’s my turn.” I pushed down my shorts, which was all I was wearing, and told her to take my cock in her hand, which she did, pumping me slowly. “Put it in your mouth,” I told her, and she did that, too. “Now slide your mouth up and down and suck on it. Try to take it deeper each time. The object is to take it all the way in, till you’re actually kissing my pubic hair.”

  Sara did as I told her. She took as much as she could, and when she gagged I told her to relax and keep trying. After a few minutes she got to where she could take it all the way, and I could feel my cock slide into her throat.

  When I couldn’t hold back anymore I moaned at her to swallow it as I pumped her mouth full of my come. She tried her best, but some of it spilled out of her mouth and ran down her chin. Still, she swallowed enough to show how willing she was.

  “Okay,” I told her. “Now suck me some more and get me hard again, so I can show you what’s next.” Obligingly, she did so, and in return I laid her back on my pillows and ate her pussy some more to get her wound up again. When she came this time, I pushed her knees up to her chest and rubbed my cock up and down her slit. Then I lined it up with her entrance and pushed it in till I met resistance.

  Her pussy was hot and very tight. “Okay, get ready,” I told her. “Here we go!” I pushed in some more until I felt her hymen give way, and I sank into her completely. She groaned loudly, but didn’t stop me, so I proceeded to fuck her incredibly tight hole.

  I fucked her and fucked her, and since I’d already come once, I lasted a long time. Sara came twice before I was ready to let go a second time. Although I really wanted to come inside her, I forced myself to pull out, and shot all over her belly. Then I rolled away from her and we lay there panting.

  After she caught her breath, Sara thanked me and gave me a grateful kiss, then went back to her room. Since then she’s had a lot fewer problems with the guys she’s dated, but she still occasionally comes back to me for “advanced lessons,” which I am always more than happy to provide.

  —Name and address withheld

  His Wife Wins the Lottery and Becomes a Slut, in That Order

  A year ago my wife, April, won a fairly substantial amount of money in the state lottery. We paid off some education loans for our two daughters’ college education, did some home remodeling, and invested the bulk of what was left for our retirement and other future needs. However, to my surprise, April decided to also use some of the money to have some plastic surgery done, including breast implants, a tummy tuck, leg toning, and some minor facial and neck tightening.

  April has always watched her diet and exercised, and she was in good enough shape so that the changes were not that conspicuous, except for the breast enhancements. She went from a 34B to a 36C, and she began to dress in ways that often called attention to her reconstituted figure. Never exactly a shy person, she was now bolder than ever about showing lots of cleavage and leg.

  April travels a good deal in her job as a midlevel corporate executive. While she always dresses professionally during the day, when she packed for her trips after the surgery she would include some of her sexiest outfits along with her business suits, to wear during her leisure time. When she returned she would often mention to me how much she was getting hit on while she was away. She didn’t say how she responded to these overtures, and I didn’t ask. All I knew was that when she came back from these trips, she was always very horny and we had great sex.

  Part of that great sex was due to April’s now more adventuresome approach. Before, we had fucked a few times a week, in fairly conventional positions. April got off now and then, but not always. Now we had much more foreplay. April got to be terrific at giving head, and she really welcomed my fingering her and eating her out. She kept her pussy trimmed, and sometimes shaved it bare. She also liked my fucking her doggie-style while playing with her clit at the same time. We even got into ass-fucking. It was now a rare night when she didn’t have at least one orgasm, and usually more. In fact, I was having a hard time keeping up with her needs.

  About a month ago, April arranged for us to go out with Barry, one of her colleagues at work, and his wife, Sharon, whom she had gotten to know fairly well over the last several months, as Sharon also worked at the firm, in another department. April dressed for the dinner in one of her sexiest dresses. It barely covered her ass, and was cut very low in front, revealing the sides of her breasts as well as deep cleavage. Underneath it she wore only thong panties, and she finished off with a pair of three-inch heels, without stockings. While she was dressing I noticed that she sprayed cologne on her crotch area, as well as on her neck and wrists. She looked and smelled like a high-class hooker. As she had been dressing in an exhibitionistic manner quite a bit lately, I didn�
�t say anything, but I figured we were going to be in for quite an evening.

  We met Barry and Sharon at a cozy restaurant. I had met Barry a few times before. He was a handsome, well-muscled guy in his mid30s. I had never met Sharon, who turned out to be a gorgeous blonde, a bit younger than her husband. Like April, she was dressed in a very sexy manner. She had on a short leather skirt, fishnet stockings with high heels, and a see-through crepe blouse with a black demibra underneath. She was about April’s height, five feet four, but with broader hips and bigger breasts.

  The dinner went fine. There was good conversation, and a couple of bottles of good wine. At one point I put my hand on April’s leg under the table, and was surprised to find that Barry’s hand was there as well, though he quickly removed it.

  After dinner we decided to go to a dance club. I don’t much like to dance, but April does, and so did Barry and Sharon. Barry initially took turns dancing with each of the women, but soon he was concentrating his attentions on April. During the slow numbers I noticed that they appeared to be grinding into each other, with both her hands around his neck.

  At one point, after watching them for a while, Sharon spoke up. “Some sight, isn’t it?” she said. Then, to my astonishment, she went on, “You know that they have been fucking regularly, don’t you?”

  My first reaction was pure shock. But it only took me a moment to realize that my surprise was due more to the fact that Sharon had made this statement out of the blue than to the actuality itself. Some part of me had long suspected that April was not completely faithful to me, especially on her out-of-town trips. If I was honest, the thought of it even titillated me to some extent. But now all I said was, “No, I had no idea.”