Letters to Penthouse XIV

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

  George moved around the bench, then bent down and pulled off Rebecca’s shorts. He parted her thighs and got down on top of her, and then became only the second man ever to enter my wife’s pussy. Her body arching off the bench, Rebecca told George breathlessly that he was the only man she’d ever had besides me, and that he was bigger, and she wanted it all. As she grabbed his buttocks to pull him deeper, George began ramming vigorously into her. Rebecca was displaying a passion such as I had never seen before. It was obvious that she was in pure ecstasy. She kept moaning, “Oh, you feel so good, fuck me harder.” She was bucking and grinding her hips into his. Sweating heavily, both of them exploded together wildly in what looked like an orgasm to top all orgasms.

  And still it wasn’t over. George picked her up and carried her to the chin-up bar. She held onto it while he draped her legs over his shoulders and began to tongue her wet, squirming pussy. Hanging on to the bar for dear life, my wife writhed and twisted until she had climaxed again.

  Now George was rigid again, so they screwed one more time on the gym floor before calling it a day. Afterward my wife told him that it had been the most pleasurable workout she had ever had.

  Still trying not to make any noise, I eased out the gym door and returned home. When Rebecca arrived I told her I’d had to work a little later than I’d expected, so I hadn’t gone to the gym.

  Rebbecca just smiled at me. “Really?” she said. “Did you think I forgot about George giving you that key? I knew you would be there, and when I saw you come in I figured you would enjoy what happened as much as I did. Only I didn’t expect to enjoy it quite as much as all that!”

  “Neither did I,” I said. We grinned at each other. We were both so turned on that we fucked right there in the living room, and I came into her freshly screwed pussy after only a few strokes. But that was just the beginning. From there we moved to the bedroom, where we fucked and sucked each other all night long.

  George has now moved away, and we’re looking for a new workout partner. Rebecca is much freer in her attitude now, and she says she wouldn’t rule out having sex with him, if he’s attractive. I tell her I will make sure that he is.

  Also, Rebecca went to the mall the other day and came home with a very sexy dress and some new high heels, saying that she thought we might now act out my fantasy about going out dancing. Kind of anti-climactic now though, don’t you think?—K.A., Columbus, Ohio

  WHEN HIS WIFE FINALLY FULFILLED HIS FANTASY, SHE REALLY WENT ALL THE WAY

  My wife Sylvia and I are professional people in our thirties. Sylvia is five feet two and about a hundred and five pounds, with dark hair, a big beautiful set of breasts, a small waist and an ass that just begs to be fucked. I always took pretty good care of that.

  I guess there are a lot of guys who fantasize about watching their wives get a big cock stuffed in their tight little pussies, and I’m no exception. Sylvia works in public relations, and I have a good management job in aerospace, and both careers require that we do a lot of entertaining and some traveling. I’m on trips about ten days a month, Sylvia a little less. At times I have said to her that I knew guys must hit on her sometimes during her trips, and kidded her about trying a little strange cock. At first she was kind of pissed that I would even kid about it. Then, one night while we were making love, she told me something that had happened on her most recent trip.

  It had been one of those times when nothing had gone right, and the customer she’d been dealing with had been a real jerk. One of the customer’s assistants happened to run into her the first evening, when she was nursing her misery over a drink at the bar. His name was Gil, and he was a good-looking guy about her age, with a great body. Sylvia said they hit it off pretty well. He apologized for the hard time his boss had given her, but explained that he treated all females that way at first. If they didn’t back down, he generally ended up signing the contract. Gil gave her some suggestions as to how to handle him the next day. They had a couple more drinks together, and he took her to dinner at an upscale restaurant. They had some good wine with the meal, and after dinner he said he knew a nice place that played great music, if she would like to dance a little. He promised he would get her back to her hotel early.

  Sylvia was really feeling the booze, and she figured what the hell, go for it. Gil seemed like a nice guy, and he was looking better as the night went on. They drove in his car, a little sports model built for two. She had a little trouble getting into the small car, and her dress slid up around her ass, giving Gil a good look at her little white panties before she was able to get herself arranged in the seat. She noticed a large bulge in his pants as he stood looking down at her. When she embarrassingly mumbled something about small cars, he just smiled and said they did have some advantages.

  All the way to the club Sylvia was thinking about the bulge in his pants, wondering what his cock looked like and what kind of lover he would be. Once they got to the place they found a small table and ordered more drinks. She said she knew she was getting a little drunk, but by then she didn’t really care.

  After a couple of close dances and a couple more drinks, Gil was openly running his hands up and down her back as they danced, moving them lower and lower until he was playing with the cheeks of her ass, and pushing his rock-hard cock into her belly as he held her close. Her panties were sopping wet and she was getting horny as hell. Gil suddenly bent down and kissed her, a long wet tongue-sucking kiss that took her by surprise. At the same time he took one of her breasts in his hand and tweaked the hard nipple between his thumb and fore-finger.

  At that point Sylvia reluctantly broke away from him. With an effort, she reminded him that she was a married woman, and did not have sex with other men. She said she was sorry if she had misled him, but she wanted to go back to her hotel.

  I guess Gil must have been a real gentleman. He said he was sorry if he had done anything to offend her. He was also married, but had been so attracted to her that he’d gotten carried away.

  The next day her meeting was a success, due to the instructions Gil had given her on how to handle his boss. She got the contract and headed home.

  After Sylvia told me that story she apologized, saying she was sorry she had let things go as far as she had. I’m sure she expected me to be pissed; but instead I found it very exciting. Just thinking about my wife with this strange man gave me a raging hard-on. Unable to hide my arousal, I told her that this was one of my favorite fantasies.

  Sylvia looked at me for a long time, and finally said, “You mean you want me to fuck another man?” She was almost in shock. She said I didn’t love her any more, and carried on like that for a few minutes. I told her I loved more than ever, and that all I wanted was for her to get as much pleasure as she could from sex. I told her that thinking about her taking another man’s cock in her mouth or pussy excited me very much, but that if she decided to do it, she had to promise me that she would tell me all the details, and not keep any secrets.

  Sylvia said she didn’t want to talk about it any more, and the subject didn’t come up again until a few weeks later, when we were invited to a dinner party hosted by a guy named Ray, who worked for another company. Ray and I had run into each other on business trips from time to time, and had become good friends. We would generally get together whenever he was in town. Ray was a horny bastard and never missed a chance to get some strange pussy. He had females in damn near every town he had ever visited.

  On this particular night, Ray and one of his partners had just closed a big sale and were planning to celebrate. Ray called me at my office and invited Sylvia and me to join them.

  Ray had never made any bones about how sexy he thought my wife was, and he had told me a number of times, more or less kiddingly, that if he ever got the chance he was going to fuck her. I generally didn’t pay much attention to that, because I knew Sylvia was not very impressed with him; she said he bragged about his conquests too much.

  When I called Sylvia to let her know we w
ere invited out, she said she had to come into town for some shopping and would meet me at the restaurant around five. I was just getting ready to leave my office when a problem developed, and by the time I was finally able to leave it was almost six. I hurried to the restaurant. It was “happy hour” and the parking lot was full, so I had to park way out in the back. I knew the layout of the place pretty well, and I decided to go in through the employees’ door, which would lead me into the bar area.

  I stood at the far end of the bar, my eyes adjusting to the dimness as I looked around for Sylvia and the others. I finally spotted them in a corner booth. My wife was sitting between Ray and another guy, and it looked like they hadn’t waited for me before starting the party. Sylvia had worn a dress that I always liked. It was cut low in front and showed a lot of cleavage, and none of that was lost on these guys. I stood and watched for a couple of minutes. Ray had his hand on her shoulder and was leaning close, saying something to her, and at the same time looking down at her boobs. She tilted her head back and laughed at whatever he said. I could tell that she was a little high. The guy on her other side leaned over to her also, and his hand disappeared under the table. I was sure that that hand was on her bare leg, probably testing to see how far she would let him go.

  Then Ray pulled her to him and planted a big kiss on her mouth. That got her a little off-balance, and her legs parted enough so that the other guy’s hand slipped all the way up to her crotch, and I was sure he was getting a good feel of her panty-clad pussy.

  My reaction to all this was complicated. First of all, I was really pissed at Ray and his buddy for taking advantage of my wife. Second, I was pissed at my wife for not objecting to all their groping. And third, I was astounded at myself, because I had the biggest hard-on of my life! I realized that I was turned on by watching my wife get hit on by two guys, especially since she seemed to like it so much.

  I figured I’d better make my appearance before they got arrested or asked to leave. I went out the back and walked around to the front door, making a big entrance. I slid in next to my wife, gave her a big sloppy kiss and told her she looked fantastic. I said it was probably a good thing I wasn’t much later, or these guys would probably be attacking her. That got a big laugh from all of them.

  Ray introduced me to his partner, whose name was Vincent. He had made a reservation for dinner, and now we were informed that our table was ready.

  Dinner was great, with good food and good wine, and we were all pretty relaxed. Shortly after we finished, a small combo started playing, and Vincent asked Sylvia to dance. They danced about three dances, and I noticed he was holding her closer with each number, and running his hands up and down her back, finally sliding them onto her ass. They came back to the table with Vincent sporting a large bulge in his pants. Then Ray danced with her, and it was pretty much the same thing. He was openly feeling her up whenever he thought I wasn’t looking.

  At about ten-thirty Vincent announced he was booked on a midnight flight and had to leave. He gave Sylvia a big kiss and told her he’d really enjoyed the evening, and that she was a beautiful woman, and with that he was gone. Sylvia then asked Ray where he was staying that night. He replied that he had planned to go home on Vincent’s flight, but a last-minute meeting had come up, and he had to stay over till the next day. He said he hadn’t yet booked a place for the night. Sylvia looked at me and said, “Why doesn’t Ray stay at our place? We have plenty of room, and we can all have a nightcap at home.”

  I had a hunch that something had been discussed between them while they were dancing, but I just played along. When we got to the parking lot I told them to go on home, as my car was almost out of gas. I would try to find a station and fill up, then follow them home. So off they went, Ray following behind my wife.

  Actually I had plenty of gas; I just wanted to give them some time alone, to see how far they would go. I knew Sylvia was feeling no pain, and all the groping she’d gotten was bound to have her pretty horny. I went back to the bar, had another drink, chatted with the bartender for about an hour, then headed for home.

  When I got to our street I parked in front of a neighbor’s house, then walked around our house and into our back yard. It was pitch black and I had to be careful not to trip, but I arrived at the back of the house, where there was a big picture window that let me see into our family room. I kept back in the darkness so they couldn’t see me, and peeked in.

  What I saw almost floored me. My wife was wearing the sheerest black negligee I have ever seen. It clung to every curve of her body. Her big firm breasts with their large nipples were just barely contained by the gown; her neat little triangle of dark pubic hair was faintly visible, as was the entire outline of her sexy body.

  They had evidently had at least one drink, and now Sylvia said they needed another. She moved in the direction of the bar, but Ray stepped in front of her, pulling her into his arms and kissing her on the neck and shoulder. Her head fell back and I heard her gasp. Then he drew her face to his and kissed her, his tongue playing tonsil tennis in her mouth. In another moment she was responding, putting her arms around his neck and returning the open-mouthed kiss. In no time they were moaning and groaning and exploring each other’s bodies.

  My cock was throbbing like a drum as I watched Ray strip off the black negligee, and then tear out of his own clothes. Sylvia took one look at his cock, pointing straight at her, and immediately went down on her knees. With complete abandon she began licking and kissing his prick. She sucked both his balls into her mouth and slowly started jacking him off. After alternating between his cock and his balls, she surprised me by suddenly taking his stiff pole all the way down her throat. She pushed him onto his back and got on top of him in a 69 position. I stood there looking at my wife’s up-thrust ass while she blew my old friend, who at the same time was munching on her hot pussy. I knew if I stayed there I was going to come in my pants. Instead, I decided to join the fun.

  I didn’t know how they would react when I walked into the family room, but I should have realized that they knew I would be coming home at any time. Sylvia had decided to act on my fantasy, and Ray had been only too happy to go along. They barely paused in what they were doing as I came in. That was fine with me. I tore off my clothes and applied myself to my wife’s beautiful squirming ass, first loosening it up with my finger and then sliding my eager cock slowly but surely into her tight narrow tunnel. She pushed back against me and moaned a little, still sucking on Ray’s shaft. I knew I couldn’t last long, so I concentrated on watching her and Ray go at each other. They were both obviously close to coming, so I started pumping my wife’s ass faster and faster. Finally we all exploded at about the same time, in a mind-blowing three-way climax that left all of us limp, exhausted and happy.

  We rested for a few minutes, then had another drink and talked about what had just happened. The talk just made us horny again, and soon Ray and I were both hard and ready for more action. My lovely wife was treated to the best fucking of her life that night, and when Ray left the next morning, we both agreed that it had been a great experience, and that it made our love for each other all the stronger.

  We are looking forward to Ray’s next visit. He says he has a friend he wants us to meet—a black man. Sylvia is as eager as I am to give it a try, and I’ll let you know how it turns out in my next letter.—S.C., Charleston, South Carolina

  A HAWAIIAN VACATION GOT HIS WIFE PERMANENTLY HOOKED ON WELL-HUNG YOUNG STUDS

  For the last year, my wife Irma has been having a series of affairs with men in their late teens and early twenties. She is forty-two, but still has a terrific figure. At five feet four, with her long auburn hair, green eyes, wide mouth and slightly upturned nose, she is a real sight for hungry young eyes; and since she dresses to emphasize her sexuality, she comes across as inviting and accessible in every way.

  Previously, during the course of our twenty-year marriage, Irma had had a few discreet affairs. She was always quite flirtatious, mainly
because it turned her on sexually, but also because she knew it excited me. I always liked the fact that other men would swarm about her, and always totally supported her in her exhibitionism. Though she liked to turn on men by exposing herself, there were only a few occasions when she let someone else get truly intimate with her. But all that changed last summer.

  We had decided to take our vacation in Hawaii. I asked Irma to bring along her most revealing and sexy clothing, and she was more than happy to comply. She took several skimpy sun dresses, some short skirts, very short shorts, a few halter tops, a see-through blouse, thong bikinis, skimpy underwear and high-heeled sandals. She also painted her fingernails and toenails bright red for the trip, and at night she made up her face to accent her lips and eyes. Needless to say, everywhere she went she drew long stares. It was hard for me to walk along with her, since just looking at her would get me sexually aroused.

  One afternoon I came back early from a golf game. I knew Irma had gone to sunbathe on the beach, and given the skimpiness of her bathing suit, I thought she was unlikely to be alone for long. But I didn’t expect what happened.

  When I got to the door of our room, I heard a commotion inside. There seemed to a couple of male voices, and above them I could hear. Irma shouting, “Fuck me deeper! Harder!”

  I didn’t know what to do. Rather than go inside, I just listened at the door for what seemed like an hour or so. The men kept saying things like “Unbelievable!” and, “This is what dreams are made of!” and, “No one will ever believe this!”

  Irma, for her part, kept shouting in ecstasy, saying things like, “Let me suck you deeper!” and, “Do it to me again!” and, “Your staying power is fantastic!”

  Finally the door opened and two guys came out of the room. They looked about eighteen or nineteen. I watched them leave, and then I went in. Irma was still on the bed, totally naked and spread-eagled. There was come all over the sheets and her body. All she said when she saw me was, “Nirvana!”