Letters to Penthouse XIV

by Letters to Penthouse XIV- It's an Open House (epub)

  One day, coincidentally, we both found ourselves at work early. There were only a few other people in the office, so I went over to his desk to get in a little flirting before the workday began. After a few minutes of sexy banter, Chet came right out and said that he would love to reach out and put his hands on my big, beautiful breasts. I was a little bit startled, but I played along, saying that maybe we should go into the conference room and discuss it in more detail. To my surprise, he jumped up from his desk and led the way!

  We stepped into the conference room and he locked the door behind us. The shades were still drawn over the windows, but he didn’t turn on the lights. He reached out and his hands found my body in the dimness. He began to shower me with kisses, and as he thrust his tongue into my mouth, my nipples became thick and erect. I felt my pussy begin to pulse as his kisses became more intense and his hands roamed over my body, caressing my shoulders and tickling me along my rib cage. It was almost too much to bear. Oh god, I thought to myself, I have to feel this man’s mouth on my cunt!

  Almost as if reading my mind, Chet lifted me onto the conference table. He gently removed my nylons and began massaging my inner thighs. The feel of his fingers trailing up my legs and the way he clenched my calves when he spread my legs apart were so distracting that I almost forgot we were in a (semi) public place where we could be seen at almost any moment. But that only helped to make the experience more exciting for me.

  By the time he turned his attention back to my breasts, my snatch was absolutely dripping with anticipation. I wanted to cry out, but I knew that others would be arriving for work and I didn’t want to be heard. I wanted him to hurry, but at the same time I also loved the way he was gliding his hands slowly over my legs and stomach.

  I could hear his breathing becoming more rapid as he drew my panties down and off, and soon I felt his warm breath between my legs. And then his tongue was on my clit, licking slowly, teasing me. I began to moan as his mouth engulfed my flesh, unable to keep quiet as his talented tongue brought me to an amazing orgasm. He then lifted me up to my feet and kissed me so we could share the wonderful taste of my come together.

  Chet then turned me around and told me to bend over. I placed my hands on the table and spread my legs for him. He slipped his dick into me and began a slow, rhythmic pumping. Oh, how I wanted to scream out! His big cock was almost more than I could handle. He held onto my waist and picked up speed, slamming his prick into my cunt over and over again with a determination that I’d never experienced before. He reached around and grabbed my nipples, kneading them as I rocked back and forth on his massive rod. I was ready to feel his come burst into me. I felt another orgasm coming on and was thrilled when we came at the same time, our juices mingling and spilling out of my pussy and onto the edge of the table.

  We both composed ourselves as best we could, rearranged our clothes and quickly went back to our desks like nothing happened. I tried hard to concentrate on my job, but thoughts of work took a back seat to thoughts of pleasure! I can’t wait to get Chet into the conference room again, but with no one else around, so I can make as much noise as I want to!—L.Q., Phoenix, Arizona

  Open Season

  THEY TOOK THEIR NEW VAN TO THE DRIVE-IN, BUT THEY DIDN’T SEE MUCH OF THE MOVIE

  Last spring I finally bought a new van at the behest of my wife Ginny. Complete with curtains, a cooler and a full-size air mattress, it became our own private box at one of the few remaining drive-ins in the area. We would go every Saturday night. It really didn’t matter what was playing, as the movie was secondary to the fun we had in the back of the van. It took us back to our days of courtship, and the anticipation that built up during the week was really exciting.

  Usually Ginny dressed in tight terrycloth shorts or a slip dress, or some other sexy thing, for these evenings. One night she looked so sexy that I suddenly thought it was a hell of a waste to keep her all to myself. So I arranged to have Wally, a friend of ours who works with Ginny, meet us at the show later that evening.

  You should have seen her that night. She wore a cut-off T-shirt that exposed the bottoms of her large breasts, and a pair of those form-fitting terrycloth shorts. Ginny is on the short side at five feet three, and most of her hundred and twenty pounds are topside. She has long brown hair and big brown eyes, and her perfume drives me crazy.

  We arrived at the drive-in, got into the back of the van, arranged our refreshments and commenced to have our little party. Half an hour later Wally showed up, right where I told him we’d be.

  By that time Ginny and I had had a couple of beers each, and Wally brought more. Ginny and I were lying on the air mattress, and after a while I suggested that Wally crawl in on the other side of her for the remainder of the show.

  Although she hadn’t planned for this, Ginny was very congenial, not to mention buzzed, and more than a little horny. Still, she did her best to try to keep her shorts from riding up. Not easy, considering that we were all lying on our stomachs and elbows, watching the movie out of the back of the van.

  After a while I put my hand on her back and lightly massaged it, working my hand under her shirt. I leaned over to kiss her left ear, and heard her swallow hard when my tongue touched her earlobe. By this time my hand had gone down onto her ass.

  I heard her gasp quietly when she realized that Wally’s hand had found its way onto her leg, and was working into her shorts. She looked at me with dreamy, lust-filled eyes, and I smiled and nodded at her.

  Wally was on his side now, his hand inside her shorts, and from her reactions I guessed he had one or two fingers in her cunt. After a series of soft, slow moans, she rolled onto her side facing me, and pressed her ass against him.

  I pulled her shirt up, then sucked at her milky-white tits and sweet nipples as Wally’s hand continued playing deep inside her shorts. He removed it briefly as I reached down and pulled those shorts off her. As I’d suspected, she wore no panties. Wally’s hand quickly returned to cover her pussy mound, and she moaned deeply.

  I lay back now, not wanting to miss anything, taking in the incredibly hot vision before me. Ginny was looking at me with half-closed eyes, moaning more loudly and twisting her body, squirming her gorgeous ass against Wally’s loins as he sucked on her ear and neck while his fingers probed her wet pussy. She turned to face him now, scrabbling at his zipper and pulling out his big cock. As she massaged it he put a hand under her leg and spread her cunt wide. Their crotches pressed together and I could see her rubbing her slit along the shaft of his prick.

  Finally, the head of his cock disappeared between her tight pussy lips. With that Ginny’s eyes opened wide, and she grunted, “Oh yeah! Deeper!” Her body pushed forward to accept the massive tool that invaded her, filling her lusty cunt as Wally began to thrust. Moans and grunts escaped from my wife’s parted lips, his cock stretching her pussy walls as he went deeper than any man had gone before.

  Ginny rolled over onto her back, spreading her legs wide to take even more of him. His movements were harder now, more forceful. Ginny was panting hard, and moaning, “Yes, fuck me, oh yeah!” Her large breasts bounced and shuddered with each stroke.

  Then Wally cried out that he was coming and attempted to pull out, but Ginny wrapped her arms and legs about him and held him there, and in a moment they reached orgasm simultaneously, Wally filling my wife’s stretched cunt with his come.

  As he rolled off, I took his place, inserting my cock into what felt like a subway tunnel, big and wet. It didn’t matter though, because in only moments I shot inside her, adding my come to his.

  I sure am glad my wife talked me into getting a van!—F.P., Asheville, North Carolina

  HIS WIFE GETS WORKED UP WHEN SHE WORKS OUT, ESPECIALLY WITH HIS FRIEND

  My wife Rebecca and I have been married for eighteen years. We have had a great marriage and a good sex life. But in any marriage, after a long time the sex tends to become routine, and for several years I had been trying to spice it up somewhat, but to little avail
. Rebecca allowed me to buy her a few dildos, including a big thick one ten inches long, which she can take all the way. She enjoyed these, but on the whole her attitude toward sex was pretty traditional and straightforward.

  I enjoy reading Penthouse Letters, especially the stories about a husband watching his wife seduce another man. I have a fantasy that I have told Rebecca about. It involves us going to a bar, but pretending not to know each other. Rebecca would dress very sexily, and at the bar she would find a good-looking man, dance with him and get them both excited with some belly-rubbing, hip-grinding slow dances. Then I would pretend to pick her up, and we would go home and have wild passionate sex. The good-looking stranger would stir up her emotions and I would reap the benefits. I tried to get her to act out this scenario, but she nixed the idea, saying that it was a fantasy and should remain just that.

  Let me tell you a little about Rebecca. She is about five feet five inches, one hundred twenty-three pounds, and has a beautiful body, with small but firm breasts, and legs that are indescribable. She always gets second and third looks from guys, especially when showing off her body in something revealing—which I always urge her to do. She has bought lots of short skirts and shorts to display her assets. She says she does it for me, but I believe she enjoys it also. I am proud to be seen with her.

  I work at a supply house, and had been there for many years when a guy named. George came along and was given a cushy outside sales job, with a high-dollar income and lots of other perks. He was about thirty, and he hadn’t worked his way up the ladder of success as I had, but was given the job because of politics and family ties. He was good-looking and a smooth talker, with a lot of charisma about him. I resented him at first, but after a while we became friends, and because of him my life became more interesting.

  After we got to know each other, our families began spending time together. George’s wife’s name was Grade, and they had two children. Our wives enjoyed each other and our children played well together.

  Shortly after coming to work with us George joined a local gym and started working out with weights and taking a karate class. Evidently he had done this before, because he was in tiptop shape already, lean and muscular, with very little body fat.

  I had piddled around with weights before, but not seriously. George kept encouraging me to be his workout partner, and finally I decided to give it a try. George encouraged me to work hard at it, and after a few months the results began to show. My wife noticed this, and decided she wanted to work out with us, if we would help her. I discussed it with George, and he said to bring her along. By this time George had a part-time job as a trainer and overseer at the gym, and he said he would help bring Rebecca along slowly.

  At first Rebecca dressed very conservatively for our workout sessions, wearing long loose shorts and one of my T-shirts that was about three sizes too big for her. The three of us worked out together, and George gave her some tips about proper diet and toning up.

  As fine as Rebecca already looked, she soon started looking even better. In fact, she looked terrific. Working out seemed to agree with her, not only physically but mentally also. She began to dress more sexily, in tights and low-cut tops, and even in skimpy shorts. Needless to say, she had everyone’s attention. She had that sensuous, sultry look, and she loved it.

  I soon noticed that George seemed to be paying extra-close attention to my pretty wife. Sometimes he would “accidentally” touch her breasts while helping her on or off an exercise machine, or brush her pussy through her tights while helping with leg extensions. When he spotted her as she did bench presses, he would stand directly over her, his cock just inches away from her luscious mouth.

  When I mentioned this to Rebecca she just brushed it off as no big deal. She never tried to avoid his touch, and in fact she always asked him to spot her when she did the bench presses. She wouldn’t admit that having his cock that close to her was a turn-on for her, but I wasn’t fooled. They were playing a little game with each other, but I felt that I was the winner, because after every work-out Rebecca would be very horny, and would screw my brains out.

  One day it became obvious to me that the stakes in the game were getting higher. Rebecca was doing squats, with the bar behind her neck. On her final set George jumped over to help her.

  In doing squats the spotter stands behind the lifter and helps him or her come up if necessary. George pressed his crotch into my wife’s ass and helped her with each up and down motion. This definitely wasn’t accidental contact; I could see him pressing his pelvis into the cheeks of her ass. Rebecca seemed to enjoy it as much as he did, if not more. She did fifteen reps instead of the usual ten. All the time George kept his arms around my wife’s waist to keep her from stumbling forward as he helped her.

  When he stepped away as Rebecca racked the weights, I could see the bulge in his shorts. Instead of being angry, I was actually turned on, and I had to walk away to hide my own bulge. Mine was not as big as George’s, however, and I remember thinking that he must be much longer and thicker in the cock than I was. As for Rebecca, her breathing was heavier than usual, her chest was heaving and her tights were wet—especially between her legs.

  That night I suggested to Rebecca that maybe we should take a break for a while. It had been a turn-on for me to watch my wife get excited, but I knew they were getting close to the point of no return, and I didn’t want to lose both a wife and a friend. Rebecca admitted that George had been getting bolder, and to her surprise she was enjoying it. She said he had really gotten to her that day. She even said that the feeling of his firm masculinity pressing against her ass made her so wet and horny that she hadn’t wanted to stop.

  Finally my wife confessed that she had thought about screwing George, wondering what it would be like. As she talked about it she got so excited that when I knelt between her legs and tongued her dripping cunt, she came almost immediately.

  On New Year’s day the gym was closed, but none of us felt like foregoing our workout, and since George had a key we agreed to meet there in the afternoon. I had to go to the office that day to complete a little paperwork, so I told Rebecca to go ahead and I would meet them there when I got finished.

  Upon leaving the office I headed straight for the gym. It was locked, but I had a key which George had given me some time earlier—a fact which both he and my wife had evidently forgotten. As I came through the side door, which was partially hidden by some bleachers, I saw Rebecca warming up. She was wearing silk running shorts and a tight tank top. I had never seen her in such a getup, and she looked extremely seductive. George was at the other end of the gym, also loosening up. I was about to announce myself when I heard Rebecca call to George. When he went over to her, she told him that her knee had been bothering her. She said she wanted to do some knee bends, and wanted him to spot her in case the knee went out. I hadn’t been aware of any knee problem, but George quickly got into position to spot her. I stepped back behind the bleachers and peeked through them to see what would happen.

  I couldn’t believe what I heard Rebecca say next. She told George to stand really close to her, as he had the other day, because her legs were wobbly. Obligingly, George stood so close behind her that his cock once again pressed against her buttocks. The only thing separating them was the cloth of their shorts. He wrapped his arms around her waist and the two of them did a few reps. I could tell by the way her breasts moved that Rebecca wasn’t wearing a bra, and I had a strong suspicion that she had no panties on either.

  After a few knee bends, Rebecca took George’s arms from around her waist and slowly put one of his hands on her breast and the other over her crotch. I couldn’t believe it! My traditional straight-laced wife was turning into a vamp right before my eyes.

  George slipped the straps of her tank top off her shoulders with one hand, while the other slid up under the leg of her shorts. As he pushed the shorts up, I could definitely see that I had been right about the panties.

  As they stood there wi
th George firmly pressed against my wife’s back, he slowly but methodically worked his finger in and out of her moist slit. My homemaker wife laid her head back against him and began to moan, doing a different kind of knee bend now as she rode up and down on his probing finger. Both of them were getting hot and sweaty. Every now and then George would remove his finger from her soaking-wet pussy, lick it, run it across her lips and reinsert it. As he finger-fucked her he kissed and licked her neck and ears, which she loves. In a short while Rebecca exploded into orgasm, panting and hollering in a way I hadn’t heard before. Her legs got weak and she almost collapsed to the floor, but George caught her.

  My dick was throbbing, and I had to struggle to control my breathing as I shot a load of jism into my shorts.

  But Rebecca wasn’t through with George yet. As soon as she recovered her breath she reached down and opened his shorts. They fell down, and his swollen dick stood almost straight out. It was a good two to three inches longer than mine. Rebecca gasped and smiled when she saw it. Then she kissed him, ramming her tongue down his throat while she embraced his muscular body.

  Then, grabbing his erection, she gently led him to the bench, where she lay down as though she were going to do some bench presses, asking George to stand behind her as if to spot her. As he leaned forward slightly, his cock pointed at her face. Grinning up at him, Rebecca told him she had thought of this many times. Then she took his huge shaft into her mouth and began to suck on it. She alternated between licking his balls and sucking his dick. When George started to come, she didn’t remove his dick from her mouth, as she does with me, but swallowed his whole load, then licked the last drops off the tip of his dick. She was actually moaning as she did this.

  Then she went on licking him and stroking him until his cock got hard again. “Oh god, fuck me!” my hot wife said.