Letters to Penthouse XXXIV

by Penthouse International

  Unlike my wife, Denise is a very outgoing sex goddess who loves to show off. The freaky thing is that Denise and Pauline are almost the same age, height, and weight. However, Denise has a set of big beautiful double-Ds that look too good to be natural, whereas my beautiful Pauline is a perky but modest B cup.

  Howie’s job with a construction company keeps him away from home a lot. He’s often gone for months at a time. Not very long after they moved in, Howie went away on a job. While he was gone, however, I noticed that a lot of guys were constantly coming and going next door. I said something about this to my wife, who surprised me by saying that Denise was just having a little fun. And when Howie came back, he didn’t seem to mind that his hot wife had been fucking other men.

  Pretty soon Howie and Denise started hosting wild weekend parties that went on late into the night. Eventually Pauline and I got invited to one. Howie made sure that I got drunk—drunk enough to pass out. I woke up at home in our bed, hung over and nauseated, with a pounding headache and very much alone. My wife had obviously spent the night somewhere else. I finally got myself together enough to go next door looking for her. Denise let me in, and there was Pauline, naked on the couch, in the arms of some guy I had never seen before.

  Eventually my newly wild wife looked up at me standing there watching in shock. She gave me a naughty grin and said she didn’t think I’d mind if she had some fun with Howie’s friends, since I had gotten shit-faced drunk and gone to bed without her. Well, what could I do? I simply told her to have a great time and walked back to our trailer with a rock-hard cock in my pants.

  When Pauline came home a few hours later, our relationship was completely changed, and it was never the same again. I still loved her, and I didn’t let the fact that she now enjoyed sleeping with other men come between us. In fact, it had its definite advantages. Before our new neighbors moved in, my wife was a shy tomboy, dressing in baggy T-shirts and jeans, always with a bra to keep her bouncy B cup tits restrained. The entire time I had known her, she had never worn much makeup, or done anything with her long straight hair other than shampoo it. However, following that party, she started wearing lipstick and makeup, even painting her nails and letting them grow long. She began to spend more and more time with Denise, who talked her into cutting her hair short and coloring it a beautiful strawberry blonde. She also started dressing more provocatively, finally going braless in public.

  With my blessing, I watched Pauline turn into a insatiable cock-craving slut. She soon started spending most of her nights next door, fucking Denise’s men friends and anyone else who came along. And when she came home, she would demonstrate for me all the new things she was learning to love. For the first time in our relationship, she actually enjoyed giving head. Instead of turning away when I came, she would hold on tight and gobble up my spunk like candy. With all the sex she was getting, her formerly dry, tight pussy became loose, creamy, and delicious. Then one day, as I licked out her now-shaved crotch, she asked me to put a finger up her butt. I was a little shocked by how easy it was to slip a finger all the way in there. Pauline purred with lust, begging me to add another finger. That’s how she let me know she was enjoying anal sex with the men she fucked next door.

  My wife and I were soon fucking like newlyweds again, in the shower, the living room, the kitchen, anywhere and any way we could think of. I quickly decided that having a hot slut for a wife was preferable to being tied to the mousy prude she used to be, and I told her so.

  After a few weeks Howie took off again, this time on a job that would keep him away from home for six months or more. Pauline and Denise were soon spending even more time together. They went out on the town almost every night, like two single women horny for sex, and Pauline started getting home later and later.

  Then late one Sunday afternoon, Denise’s little red convertible came purring into her parking space just as the sun was setting. I hadn’t seen my wife since she and Denise had taken off together Saturday night for a little fun. I watched out the kitchen window as two more cars followed and parked right behind the convertible. I expected my wife to be riding with Denise, but when our sexy neighbor emerged, I was surprised to see two black guys get out with her instead. I was just starting to wonder where Pauline was when the doors of the second car opened and she stepped out, accompanied by four studs and a cloud of smoke. At the same time, five more guys wrestled their way out of the third car. Both women were disheveled and half-naked, and they both looked like they were in heaven as they headed for Denise’s trailer. My wife beamed with lust as she looked over at me, watching from our kitchen window. She winked, then blew me a kiss as she disappeared into Denise’s love shack.

  My hot wife still wasn’t home by the time I left for work Monday morning. I couldn’t stop thinking about her all day long, and needless to say, my mind was not where it should have been. At the end of the day I ran home like a bat out of hell, but Pauline still wasn’t there, and she wasn’t at Denise’s either.

  Several hours later Denise’s little red convertible finally pulled up next door. When Pauline stepped out she looked like a hot model from a men’s magazine. She had her hair all done up and was wearing a most provocative dress. Needless to say, my cock was rock-hard. This time she came straight over to our trailer. As soon as she came in she took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom, pushing me down on our bed. She jumped on top of me and stripped while giving me a hot lap dance. Then she told me that she and Denise were working as exotic dancers. She explained that until Howie got home, Denise was going to work as a stripper downtown, and Pauline had eagerly agreed to tag along and learn the trade. After telling me this, she kissed me with such passion that I nearly came right there.

  As I made love to Pauline she told me about how much she enjoyed dancing naked up onstage at this strip club. I ran my hands up and down her long legs as she spread them wide for me. She took my hand and brought it to her pussy, which was oozing sticky love honey like an overflowing beehive. I almost came again when I felt something metallic and realized that she had had her pussy lips pierced and had inserted a small gold ring.

  I climbed in between her sticky thighs, slipping my cock into her hot pussy as that ring rubbed up against me. She wrapped her legs around my waist, cooing with lust as my cock went deeper and deeper into her creamy wet cunt. She clenched her vaginal muscles tight around my prick, and then when I was all the way inside she relaxed. It felt as though my eight-inch cock was disappearing into the massive cavern that had once been her tight love hole. Her honeypot was now stretched permanently, as it seemed, and was easier to get into, but she had far greater muscle control, which made it ideal. She kissed me passionately as we rolled around on the bed. She stopped to tell me that she hoped I could handle the fact that I was now living with a cock-hungry stripper. If not, she said, she would move in with Denise until she could find some stud who could handle her. She knew my answer before I did. I didn’t care how many men she fucked. She was having the time of her life, and besides, when she was with me she was my loving and passionate wife.

  For the next six months Pauline and Denise worked full-time at this strip club, which had a pretty wild reputation. Pauline never got home much before dawn, and when she did she reeked of sex, cheap perfume, stale beer, and smoke. She and Denise even spent two weeks in another city making a porn film.

  What saved our marriage was that Pauline never forgot that I was her husband. Most of the time, even after dancing all night and then fucking a few guys, she still had the energy for a good romp with me when she crawled into bed. I loved the feel of her sloppy wet pussy when she got home from a busy night.

  When Howie returned, the parties next door resumed whenever the girls weren’t working. But after a few weeks he took off again. Then one night Pauline came home and announced that she and Denise had gotten an offer to work in Las Vegas for a few months. It seemed the owners of the club had several businesses there as well, and told them they could make a lot of money
. I didn’t think it was just for dancing, but I was sure Pauline knew that, too.

  The two of them drove off in Denise’s red sports car a little over a month ago. Pauline told me she loved me and promised to tell me all about their adventures when she got home. But that won’t be for several months yet.

  —R.C., Chicago, Illinois

  She Loved to Show Off, but She’d Never Gone This Far

  While as a rule my wife, Erin, is not especially outgoing, at times she will be hit with an exhibitionistic urge that can leave her wet and ready to fuck. Usually it manifests itself in quick flashes of her beautiful 36C tits to some lucky stranger, but last weekend we took it to a whole new dimension.

  It was a rainy weekend, and by Saturday evening we were just looking to get out of the house. We saw that one of the local bars was featuring a hot new band, so we decided we’d go and see what all the fuss was about.

  The place was packed. We got a couple of beers and stood against a column in the back, hoping a spot at a table would open up. Erin was standing in front of me, and at one point I slipped my hand under her shirt so I could feel the curve of her waist and hips, and she leaned back into me.

  A long padded bench ran along the length of the back wall, with several tables facing it. Most of it was occupied by young, rough-looking kids, but at the very end an older man, maybe 45 or 50, sat at a table by himself. I saw that there was just enough room for me to squeeze in, and for Erin to sit on my lap, which was just fine with us. I asked the man if he minded, and he shook his head no. It was probably the best decision he made all year.

  I sat down, and Erin slipped onto my lap, facing the older man. I slid one arm around her, my hand going up under her shirt to rub her back and side some more. She leaned over and kissed me, then very casually took my other hand and slid it up under the front of her shirt. I was delighted to find that she’d left her bra at home, and I began to fondle her tits.

  I heard her catch her breath softly as her nipples hardened. After a minute she kissed my neck, and then whispered into my ear, “Our neighbor is loving the show.” With that she unbuttoned a couple of buttons on her blouse, exposing a large expanse of her upper breasts to anyone who chose to look—and one particular person was choosing to look closely. I never looked at him, but at one point, just to make sure we had his attention, I began to use both hands on her tits, my arms pushing her blouse up so that the lower part of them was also exposed. As I did, Erin reached down and pressed her hand against the bulge in my pants.

  By now I was ready for some pussy, and I told Erin it was time to leave. As I reached for our coats, our voyeur friend grabbed my arm and said, “Your girlfriend is beautiful. Thank you for letting me watch you two.”

  I relayed this comment to Erin, and then asked her a question. Her eyes went wide, but after a moment she nodded, and I could see she was panting slightly. I turned back to our friend and told him, “If you’d like to pay for a hotel room, you can watch her get fucked.”

  “Jesus Christ!” the guy said, and I thought he might have a heart attack. But he recovered himself quickly, and the next thing he said was, “There’s a nice hotel right down the street.”

  And so there was. Our new friend, who introduced himself as Sid, went straight to the front desk and got us a room. Erin and I were both anxious and nervous, but also very hot. On the way up in the elevator Erin took my hand and shoved it down her pants, and I could feel that her pussy was drenched.

  When we got to the room, Erin excused herself and went into the bathroom. Sid and I made some awkward small talk while he raided the minibar to fix us some drinks. I never got to drink mine, because no sooner had he finished making it than the bathroom door opened and Erin came out, wearing only her blouse. She had unbuttoned it and left it hanging open, exposing her ample cleavage and soft smooth belly. Her hardened nipples were barely covered by the cloth.

  Sid pulled up a chair and got ready for the show to begin as my wife walked over and sat on the bed, facing me. “I am so hot,” she said, and she spread her legs and began to play with her pussy with one hand, while the other caressed her big tits and teased her nipples. Her pussy was so wet you could hear it slurp as her finger dipped into it, gathering juice to rub on her clit. She then turned toward our host and said, “I know you want to watch me get fucked, but do you mind if I suck my husband’s cock first? I love to suck cock.”

  I started to undress while she continued fingering her pussy. I took the opportunity to grab her tits and tweak her nipples a couple of times before stepping up to the side of the bed to get my dick serviced by her expert lips. Shortly after my pants hit the floor she knelt in front of me. As she continued to massage her swollen clit with one hand, she brought her mouth to my dick, first licking the oozing precome from the tip and the head, then taking as much of my seven-inch prick into her mouth as she could, stroking the remainder with her free hand. Cocksucking has always turned Erin on. Deep-throated moans started to roll from her throat as her own saliva dripped down her chin. The fingers at her pussy moved faster as she began sucking harder and harder. Suddenly, with a shiver and a muffled cry, she erupted into orgasm.

  By now Sid had his cock out and was stroking away. “Put her on her knees and fuck her,” he said hoarsely. Heeding his direction, Erin detached herself from my cock and positioned herself across the bed. As is her custom when getting deep-dicked doggie-style, she crouched there with her head down and her tits nearly touching the bed, thus raising her sweet ass and pussy as high as possible. I slowly pushed my dick as far and as deep into her tight, slippery pussy as it would go, feeling it clutch at me with spasms of desire.

  I fucked her slowly at first, listening to her soft moans as I wallowed in her sweet embrace, until I heard Sid say, “Come on, fuck her, fuck her hard!” With this encouragement I started to pound her pussy harder and harder. “That’s it, fuck her!” he rasped out, and fuck her I did. Soon Erin was twisting and groaning, pushing back at me and begging for more with each and every thrust.

  It quickly became more than I could stand, and Sid evidently saw that I was about to come. “Roll her over and come on those big tits,” I heard him urge. On cue, Erin rolled over so I could straddle her belly and spew what felt like the biggest load of my life all over the front of her. No sooner had I started to shoot than Sid came over beside us and jerked his dick off all over my moaning wife’s tits. Erin grabbed both our cocks and milked as much come out of them as possible before she let them go.

  Sid thanked us profusely and said he would love to do a repeat performance, but Erin told him we had never done anything like this before, and probably wouldn’t again. However, my wife’s exhibitionistic tendencies seem to be getting ever stronger and wilder, so I’m not quite so sure.

  —S.D., Mesa, Arizona

  According to Her, She Never Met a Man She Didn’t Lay

  I am a 42-year-old mother of two, married for 19 years to a wonderful guy named Roy. I am a natural blonde, five-feet-nine and 124 pounds, and though I don’t like to brag, men often tell me I am stunning. Roy and I met in college while we were both working as models. I have done a lot of swimsuit and lingerie modeling and have appeared in numerous national magazines. I still do some occasional modeling, and most men think that I’m in my late 20s or early 30s.

  I must tell you that all my life I have always had a thing for sexy men. I got laid for the first time at 18, and I would have to say that I have been a cock hound ever since. The only thing I like more than sucking cock is having a big dick buried in my pussy. Fortunately, my wonderful husband is not jealous and understands my needs. With his consent, and sometimes with his participation, I have had many men, sometimes one at a time, and sometimes several at once. I fuck openly and spontaneously whenever the mood or a hot guy inspires me to do so.

  Not long after I first met Roy, we went to a weekend party thrown by his fraternity at the country home of somebody’s parents, complete with a magnificent swimming pool and a Jacuzzi that hel
d at least a dozen people. I guess you could say that I was the hit of the party. At one point Roy and some of his fraternity brothers threw me into the pool fully clothed, and then they followed me in, stripping off the little dress that was all I was wearing—not that I tried to stop them. As usual, I wasn’t wearing any underwear. Roy and at least half a dozen of his fraternity brothers then took turns fucking me in the pool, and did it again in the morning when we awoke in the nude on the chaise lounges beside the pool.

  My husband says he fell in love with me that weekend and made up his mind then that he was going to marry me. Shortly thereafter we both moved into the same huge college singles apartment complex close to our university. We had separate apartments until we were married, but this complex was a place made in heaven for a cock hound like me, married or single. It was a continuous party, and we were both fucking multiple partners, as many as two or three a day, most days of the week. I had expected that to stop when we got married, but it didn’t. Roy was constantly urging me to continue my sport fucking, even on our honeymoon.

  Due to modeling and school commitments, we only had time for a short four-day honeymoon in Atlantic City. On our second night there, Roy took me to a very high-class strip club, where I was urged by a lot of the guys there to enter the amateur-night strip contest. I know now that Roy knew it was amateur night, and had planned this all along.

  I was wearing a very sexy red dress split all the way down the front, and basically held together only by one button, several inches above the waist. When I walked in this dress, it would open briefly with each step, revealing my flat tummy and my shaved pussy to any observant passerby. The casino pit bosses loved it when I threw dice in that dress, because invariably I would end up attracting a crowd of guys four or five deep around the craps table.