Letters to Penthouse VI

by Penthouse International

  As they entered the house, I was introduced as her voyeuristic husband. I counted heads and came up with twenty-nine. Maritza let everyone know there was beer and mixers in the fridge, and I had put out booze, glasses and a bucket of ice on the counter.

  As the guys made themselves drinks, Maritza said she was going to freshen up. Taking my hand, she led me to the bedroom. As she peeled off her Levi's and top, I asked if she was going to be able to handle all of them. She just giggled and said, “Watch and see.” Then she told me to fix her a drink and bring the guys up after they all stripped down to their birthday suits.

  Returning to the kitchen, I relayed Maritza's instructions. The men all began to strip as I fixed Maritza and myself stiff drinks. The guys who were naked first headed straight for the master bedroom.

  When I reentered the bedroom, my lovely wife was wearing a red garter belt, black stockings and red spike heels. The guys had formed a circle around her, and she was sucking each cock in turn. She went all around the circle, keeping a dick in her mouth and one in each hand the whole time.

  Soon one of the men, who had an enormous erection, lay on his back on the floor. He asked Maritza to slide her pussy down on his dick. Maritza straddled him, and her already dripping pussy began its descent upon his monster cock, slowly sinking down until his entire tool was buried deep inside her hungry pussy. Maritza worked her hot box up and down his cock while three guys in front of her took turns making their dicks vanish into the depths of her throat.

  For the next six and a half hours I videotaped these twenty-nine cowboys ride my wife's sleek body in every position imaginable. When it was all over, Maritza had taken thirty-eight loads of come in her pussy and thirteen in her mouth, and she still had me to contend with. The crowd left almost as quickly as they had arrived, and as soon as they were gone, Maritza said, “Eat me!”

  I dove facefirst into her crotch and licked up the stream of hot sperm flowing from her pussy. My God, what a feast! I probed into her snatch as far as my tongue could reach. I scooped up several delicious mouthfuls of the cowboys' cream. I then slid my dick into her luscious cunt, and even as stretched and goo-filled as she was, it felt sensational. As I fucked her, more sperm oozed out of her, so I alternated between fucking her and eating her out. I'm sure I swallowed at least a quart of sperm before I blasted my own load into my wife's beautiful pussy.

  In the last two months, Maritza has fucked one hundred thirty-seven different guys a total of two hundred eight times and has given eighty-two blowjobs. Fucking has become an obsession for Maritza and me, but I know I'm loving every tasty drop of it!—R.C., Waco, Texas

  HE LOVES THE SILKY FEEL OF NYLONS ON HIS THIGHS

  I've always been a secret crossdresser. and as I got older, I got bolder! I love to get in my car, put on a pair of nylons and cruise around town. It is quite a thrill to see my nylon-covered legs glistening in the glow from the streetlights as I jack off to the rhythmic beat of rock music! I usually reach a mind-blowing climax.

  My dress-up wardrobe now consists of four dozen pairs of stockings or panty hose, five pairs of tights, twenty pairs of panties, five slips, one denim miniskirt, one black wool skirt and one pair of open-toe, three-inch heels. My favorite nylons are Hanes Silk Reflections and No Nonsense control-tops. I've collected these items from thirty-two different women, all with slender bodies and all between the ages of nineteen and forty.

  When I visit a friend's house or go to a party, I love to root through the clothes hamper and pick out a new color or style of panty hose or underwear. When I run into the owner of the lingerie, it always gives me a secret thrill to know that I've worn their nylons or panties and jacked off in their honor!

  My favorite routine is to put on a condom filled with baby oil, then slip on a snug pair of panty hose. The panty hose holds my six-and-a-half-inch hard-on close to my body. All I have to do is move my hips back and forth, and it feels like I'm enjoying a nice fuck.

  My wife Donna also likes to see me dress up. Donna often asks me to put on a pair of nylons that she's specially altered for me. They have a hole in the crotch big enough for my cock to slip through. Then she'll blow me, or we'll fuck, while I wear my nylons!

  One year I even dressed up as a woman for a costume party. That night was one of the best I've ever had! So, guys, don't be shy about your crossdressing proclivities. Based on my experience, many women are rather turned on by the sight. I'd recommend that any man who's ever had the desire to crossdress give it a try. I'm sure you'll really like it.—B.J., Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

  Someone's Watching

  IF IT TAKES TWO TO TANGO, THEN WHAT DANCE IS THIS?

  I met my wife Lena, a tall blonde with a beautiful face and a body to match, one evening in a bar. She'd been talking with an African-American man, and I watched as she gave him her telephone number and kissed him good night. When he'd left, I went over to her, introduced myself and asked her out.

  A few weeks later, after several dates, we were together relaxing on a secluded beach in Maine. We spread a blanket and began to kiss and fondle each other. I asked her if she often fantasized about black men, and she said she did. As we undressed and slowly began our lovemaking, I told her how I'd watched her in the bar that first night and wondered if she and her black friend had ever gotten together.

  Lena didn't react too much at first, but I noticed that she was becoming more and more excited by my interest in what she'd done with that man. She gradually told me about her evening with him. She said he'd called her and invited her to his apartment. As she told me of their evening together, she got more excited, and so did I. I slid my head between her legs as she told me how she sat on his couch and rather quickly found herself in his arms.

  He undressed her as they kissed on the couch, and soon she was kneeling between his legs, taking his hard cock into her mouth. Their evening progressed quickly, to where she was on her hands and knees on the living room floor, taking her friend's long cock deep inside her from behind. As Lena's description intensified, I ran my tongue over her body, eventually concentrating all my attention on her cunt. She described everything they did that night, knowing full well that with every word, my excitement increased.

  My relationship with Lena, not to mention our incredible love-making, escalated intensely after that afternoon. Lena would regularly describe her favorite sexual memories as I pleasured her with my cock and tongue. She told me how she once sucked one man's cock while another man entered her savagely from behind, grunting as he plumbed her, doggie-style, with his big dick.

  She left little to my imagination, letting me know every detail of each liaison. The best was the time, during a cross-country drive, that she fucked her best friend's husband with her mouth while her friend slept peacefully in the backseat.

  I asked her if she ever still had the urge to be with someone else. She told me that if it would excite me for her to be with someone, she would love to do it.

  One evening while meeting with a business associate in our home, I found myself fantasizing about him getting it on with my wife. Charles is a tall black man, and after he left, I asked Lena if she found him attractive. Her response left little doubt that she did. Without a word, she quickly removed my clothes, then her own, and made love to me on the living room floor.

  I set up another appointment with Charles at my home. This time I arranged to arrive late. When I walked into the house, I found Lena in my bathrobe on the couch, sipping a drink. Charles was nowhere to be seen. Her face was flushed, her hair tossed and her lipstick smeared. As I kissed her, I noticed the smell and taste of sex all over her body.

  I sat down beside her and asked, “How did it go with Charles?”

  I slid my hand beneath her robe and wiggled my fingers between her warm legs. As Lena parted her thighs, her pussy lips did the talking for her. They were hot and very wet. I finger-fucked her for a few moments, and then Lena told me all about her evening with Charles.

  While they waited for me on
the couch, their conversation quickly turned from small talk to sex. Charles asked her what she liked to do, and then took her in his arms, kissing her deeply and rubbing her breasts until she was excited. He unbuttoned her blouse and bra, then took her hand and placed it on his granite-hard cock. Naked to the waist and very excited, Lena stroked Charles's cock through his pants, then undid his zipper and his slacks. He took her head in his strong hands and pulled her gently toward his crotch.

  “Once I took that long, dark hose into my mouth, I knew I was hooked,” Lena said to me. “I'd forgotten how good black dick tasted.”

  Lena sucked on his meat for a long time, drinking a few drops of his pre-come but making sure he saved his big explosion for a little later on. Finally he carried her into our bedroom. She undressed while he lay on the bed, watching. Charles quickly got between Lena's legs, slid down and plunged his tongue into her. It wasn't long before she responded with an intense climax.

  As she lay back, still catching her breath, Charles lifted her legs onto his shoulders and gently slid his cock deep into her. Lena said he was able to stay hard for a long time, and varied the pace of his thrusts so that he could make her orgasm several times. She told me that Charles came twice. The first time was while they were fucking in bed. The second time was right on our screened-in front porch, where Lena sucked his cock once more before he left.

  The story complete, Lena and I were soon rocking in the bedroom, my prick buried all the way in her pussy. We made heated love all that night, and the next day made plans to bring her and Charles back together. But this time I would be around to watch.

  He arrived eagerly a few nights later. I walked into the living room and said hello, then told him to make himself at home while I got everyone a drink. From the doorway I could see them embrace passionately, kissing and running their hands all over each other. I stepped back, more than excited, and took my time before returning with the drinks. I wanted them to be close to the point of no return by the time I got back.

  When I joined them, Lena had Charles's cock out of his pants and was excitedly licking its length. Neither of them seemed to notice, or care, that I'd returned. I calmly sat across the room and began to watch. My wife slid Charles's pants down to his ankles and continued sucking his cock and balls. They both seemed lost in the pleasure of what they were doing.

  He stopped her for a minute to undo her blouse and bra. As he did so, I slid behind her and ran my fingers and tongue between her legs. Lena pushed her pussy toward me, then returned to sucking off Charles. As she pumped her mouth up and down his long cock, I slid my cock into her from behind. Before I could get much of a rhythm going, Charles was shooting off into her mouth, holding her head down so she wouldn't miss a drop. I thrust into her and watched with delight as my wife drank his dick dry, then quickly sucked him to another erection!

  We all scampered into the bedroom to continue our fun. I stopped off at the bathroom first. By the time I got to the bedroom, Charles had Lena's legs in the air and was plunging his black cock into her with long, slow strokes. She moaned as she slid her tongue into his mouth and urged him to fuck her harder. The sight of his brown shank disappearing into her pink gash was the most erotic thing I'd ever witnessed. Charles finally came again, shooting off inside Lena, then pumping his last few drops of spunk onto her tongue.

  Lena kept Charles's soft cock in her hot mouth, and motioned me over to her side of the bed. She took hold of my hard-on and slid it into her wet pussy. She quickly brought me to a long-awaited climax. Then she looked up and asked me to eat her out from behind. As my tongue ran between her legs and touched her pussy, I could see that Charles's cock was back to its full size. He pulled Lena toward him and began fucking her again, this time from behind, until she climaxed, very satisfied. A river of come ran down her sweaty legs.

  Lena, Charles and I have continued to meet often to indulge our erotic fantasies. Lena tells me she comes more now than she ever did in her life. Charles and I are also both happy, as she never fails to satisfy us both every time.—C.F., Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

  FOR PETE'S SAKE! PROUD SPOUSE LOVES TO SHARE HER HOT HUBBY

  My husband Pete and I have read Penthouse Letters for a number of years, and find your magazine most interesting and stimulating. I have noticed that the letters concerning spouses watching their mates getting it on with others usually involve other men fucking some guy's wife. I guess our marriage is a little unusual, since I very much enjoy watching Pete fuck other women.

  It all started about a year ago when I was having lunch with a few of the girls from my office. One of them, Kelly, a real yuppie, was always extolling the prowess of her lover, who, she boasted, sometimes did it to her twice in one evening. My Lord, I thought, if she only knew what Pete does to me in an evening. Twice is just an appetizer. Kelly kept yapping about her sex life until we were all bored to tears.

  Later that night I told Pete about the conversation. He didn't seem too interested, but I kept thinking about it as we watched TV. At about two in the morning, after we had fucked our brains out, I asked my husband if he would do me a favor. I told him I wanted him to give Kelly a royal fucking. I told Pete that she was definitely pretty, and after much cajoling, finally convinced Pete to let me try to arrange a get-together.

  The next opportunity I had to be alone with Kelly, I brought up the subject of sex again, and again she started bragging about her boyfriend. Finally I blurted out, “If you think he's so great, you should see what my husband does to me.” Kelly was shocked at my outburst, but I continued. “I don't think you're woman enough to take what he can give.” Before Kelly could say anything, I hauled a photo out of my wallet of Pete and me at the beach. Her eyes widened because, believe me, Pete is a hunk. He has a very muscular build, dark, curly hair and a smile that lights up like a neon sign.

  “I think I would like to try it,” said Kelly. “Where will you be while we fuck?” I told her that I wanted to watch, but that I wouldn't interfere. The next thing I knew, we'd set it up for Friday night.

  That Friday, Pete and I sat waiting for Kelly's arrival. He seemed relatively relaxed, but I knew that he was horny as hell, anticipating the encounter. For one thing, I had cut off our sex for the previous two nights, just to make sure that Pete was more than ready for Kelly.

  We were both into our second martini when the doorbell rang. Kelly looked extremely good as she stepped into our apartment. Her skirt and blouse showed off the tits and ass that were never very apparent in her office outfits. All of a sudden I was apprehensive. Maybe she looked too good. Maybe Pete would never want to fuck me again after slipping inside her sexy cunt. But I put my doubts aside, and we all started conversing like old friends.

  After drinks and conversation, I put some slow music on the CD player and asked, “Does anyone here like to dance?” Pete led Kelly to the middle of the room and began to work his magic. I must say that Pete uses his hands like a virtuoso. He moved them slowly and gently up and down Kelly's back, and then began to explore elsewhere. Kelly enjoyed it and let her body blend with his. It didn't take long before he was cupping her tits lightly in his hands. Although I was feeling a bit jealous, I was also becoming very aroused.

  Pete, his timing perfect as usual, led Kelly into our bedroom, with me following. He took a long time undressing her, as he does with me. He finished the task by kneeling behind her and slowly slipping her panties down to her ankles. As he did so, he kissed the backs of her legs and the insides of her thighs. Kelly was quivering with excitement. Finally he led her to our bed and positioned her on her back.

  His lovemaking was a joy to behold as he caressed, massaged, pinched and kissed every erogenous zone imaginable. He had her so primed for pleasure that Kelly came with the first contact of his fingers against her clit. Pete sucked and fucked this girl every which way, and made a feast of the juices from her cunt.

  “Would you like it again?” he crooned to her after he'd already fucked her three times—each time ejaculati
ng profusely into her cunt.

  “Oh, God, I don't think I could take much more,” Kelly said. But her itchy cunt quickly got the best of her and she said, “Well, once more won't hurt.” With that, she spread her legs and let Pete slide his inexhaustible hard-on into her. She was so wet he could've probably gotten a whole arm in there if he'd wanted to.

  By the time the evening ended, Kelly must've had a dozen orgasms. For my part, I got so worked up watching that I finally had no choice but to finger-fuck myself. When I tired of that, I finished off the job with my favorite vibrator.

  When Pete was ready to come for the fourth time, he was fucking Kelly from the rear. “Turn around, baby,” he said to her. She turned to face him, and he put his cock between her fleshy breasts and gave her a long, superb titty-fuck. She watched the tip of his cock as it slid back and forth between her creamy-white tits. His nine-incher was only a short distance from her lips on each upward thrust. When his jism shot out, Kelly eagerly caught it on her lips and tongue. I must say that, while watching adult films is great, watching it all happen live was incredible!

  As it turned out, Kelly and I became good friends. She must've mentioned Pete to other women, because in the following weeks I was constantly being asked by my coworkers if my husband was “available.” More often than not, I let him fuck them, as long as I could watch them do it. Pete was happy about the whole thing, and our sex life did not suffer. In fact, I found myself hornier than ever, especially when I began to participate with Pete and his new lovers. I found it extremely arousing to play with his partners' pussy lips as he fucked them. Sometimes I would even fondle the girls' nipples and lick their soft tits while Pete did his thing.

  Pete just got a promotion at his company, and we were forced to move to another city. I haven't found a new set of women to share Pete with, but that might still happen once we get settled. I have noticed one thing, however. Pete seems to be getting more and more turned on when reading your letters about husbands watching their wives get fucked by other men. He even suggested that I consider trying it. Who knows, maybe I will!—G.C., Marietta, Georgia