Letters to Penthouse XIV

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

  She then told me to take off my clothes and fuck her. I had an incredible erection. She took it in her mouth and sucked it for a minute before I flung myself on her open body. Although her cunt was stretched and slushy, I had a quick, intense orgasm.

  Irma then told me that she thought she would never be the same. She said those young boys had been fantastic. They would come and still say hard. She said that in about two hours with them she must have had more than a dozen orgasms. The pure sexual ecstasy of what she had just gone through was unbelievable, and it was something she thought she would want again and again. Dressing like a slut was no longer enough for her, she told me. She wanted to be and feel like a slut, to express her sexuality no matter what, and to be available for young studs whenever she could.

  All I could do was nod and say, “I love you, and I want you to do anything at all that makes you happy.”

  We had another week in Hawaii, and Irma arranged to get together with her young hunks every day. On the next to last day, she had them bring two other friends to our room, where she proceeded to service all of them fully. This time she let me watch, and I can’t tell you what a thrill it was to see my gorgeous wife tossing about on the bed with four guys, moaning and gasping with ecstatic pleasure as they used every part of her body. She let them fuck her two and three at a time, and she came and came, until she wore them all out. I could barely keep myself from jerking off as I watched, and when they left I again jumped on her and fucked her wet cunt for about ten seconds before I shot off.

  While Irma is more discreet at home, she still regularly picks up young guys. Rather than risk what the neighbors will say, she usually gets them to go with her to some cheap motel. She tells me everything, and we always have great sex when she does. She now wants me to film her fucking a bunch of young, well-hung guys, so she can have something to look at in the future. Oddly, the more wanton she becomes the more I hunger for her, and I just know that we will be together always.—M.D., Tucson, Arizona

  HIS WIFE IS HOOKED ON COCK, AND HE’S HOOKED ON HER CREAM-FILLED TWINKIE

  I’m married to a beautiful woman named Daisy who could easily pass for a high-fashion model. Her long, sleek legs, beautiful ass and perfect C-cup tits always draw stares from the men she passes, and her lush lips and deep blue eyes are made for stirring up sexual thoughts. But what I love most is her silky-haired, always-wet pussy, which is the sweetest I’ve ever tasted. I can’t keep my tongue out of it. Recently, I found out why her pussy is always so wet. It caught me by surprise to learn that my wife is hooked on hard cock, and not just mine!

  One night I bumped into Liz, an old friend of Daisy’s from years back, at a bar after work. We started talking about old times, and the more we talked the more I found out about my wife. I could never get. Daisy to talk about what kind of sex life she had before we got married, but the fact that she was great in bed led me to believe she was quite experienced. Liz said that Daisy was always getting hit on and had lots of men at her beck-and-call. It seemed that all the guys she dated got into her pants, and she thought nothing of fucking three or four guys a week. Liz even thought that Daisy was a nympho because of all the fucking she did. Liz was surprised when we got married, and thought I must be pretty damn good in the sack to keep Daisy faithful. Still, I had a raging hard-on thinking about Daisy fucking all those guys.

  I work nights, and sometimes when I’d get home and climb in bed with Daisy, I’d slide my hand to her pussy and find it hot and creamy. I always thought she’d been masturbating because she’s constantly horny, but after talking to Liz I began to wonder. When I saw two used rubbers in the trash, I knew she was fucking other men.

  Surprisingly, the thought of my woman being hooked on cock didn’t upset me. I know she could have had any man she wanted, but she married me, so I was confident that she loved me. We have a great relationship and I didn’t want to do anything to spoil it, so I just kept quiet. Then I started fantasizing about seeing her getting fucked.

  I started looking forward to the nights I came home and found her pussy filled with come. I got hooked on the smell and taste of her freshly fucked twat. At first she tried to keep me from going down on her. She’d stiffen up as I removed her wet panties and spread her legs, obviously worried that I would notice the come matting her pubic hair. I made it a point of telling her how sweet she tasted and how much I loved her creamy pussy. Then one night as I was going down on her, Daisy grabbed my head, pulled me hard against her cunt and had three orgasms in a row, her body shaking as she begged me to keep sucking her.

  Eventually she got more and more turned on by the fact that I was licking her come-filled pussy and not suspecting a thing—or so she thought. Some nights she’d take my hand as soon as I was in bed and put it between her legs so I could feel how wet she was, knowing I would go down on her. I was getting sloppy seconds four or five nights a week, and I was loving it. Our sex life was never better!

  But what I really wanted was to watch her with one of her lovers. I started leaving work early, and soon enough I got lucky. I saw a strange car in the driveway, so I parked down the road and sneaked into our backyard. It was just after dusk, and with the lights on in the house I could see through the living room window perfectly.

  There was a man sitting on our sofa, but all I could see was the back of his head. There was no sign of my wife. Then the guy let out a groan and his head fell back. Daisy stood up with a sly smile and licked her lips. She was wearing a black silk robe, but it was hanging open and she was totally naked underneath it. When she slipped the robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, the man stood and grabbed her breasts, tweaking her nipples. My stomach churned and my dick throbbed as the pair began to kiss.

  When she led him down the hall to our bedroom, I noticed that the only thing he had on was his shirt. When I saw the bedside lamp come on, I moved over to the bedroom window. The curtains had a two-inch gap, and the window was cracked open just the way I’d left it that morning.

  I recognized the guy. His name was Chuck, and he was one of the trainers at Daisy’s health club. I’d met him before and found him as friendly as he was handsome and muscular. “What’s the matter, baby?” I heard him ask. “Isn’t your husband taking care of you?”

  “He tries, God bless him,” Daisy told him, “but you know I need more than he’s able to give me.” Her hand was stroking his prick as they stood next to the bed, groping each other. His manhood hardened in her grasp.

  Daisy turned around and lay back on the bed. “Fuck me now!” she pleaded. Chuck wasted no time mounting her, and she was moaning as soon as he filled her pussy. He kept asking her questions while he fucked her, and her replies seemed to turn both of them on even more.

  “Does your husband fuck you this good?” he demanded.

  “No,” she panted in reply.

  “Is my cock bigger than his?”

  “Oh, yes!”

  “Whose cock do you like more?”

  “Yours!”

  “Will you think about me the next time he fucks you?”

  “Yes!”

  “What do you want?”

  “Oh, please don’t stop! Fuck me!”

  “Where should I come?”

  “Oh, God, come in my cunt, please!”

  Then she came, her arms and legs wrapped around him, twisting underneath him as a monstrous orgasm consumed her. All throughout her climax, my wife’s lover didn’t let up his assault. He buried his cock inside her, his ass flexing and his balls contracting as he emptied his load in her twat. I came all over my hand as I watched this erotic scene play itself out.

  Chuck got dressed and left shortly afterward. Daisy pulled on a pair of panties and crawled into bed, looking completely spent.

  I went back to my car and waited for half an hour, then pulled into the driveway at my usual time. Daisy pretended to be sleeping as I slid into bed. The smell of sex was still strong as I cuddled against her. She grabbed my hand and guided it to her panties,
making sure I felt how wet they were. I put my hand inside to feel her box, and she lifted her hips and shed her underwear so I would have an open invitation to give her head. I sucked her nipples until they were hard, then kissed my way down her sweaty belly to her cunt. After my tongue finally penetrated her pussy, she grabbed me by the head and moaned, “Oh, yes, lick it good, honey! Lick it good!”

  It wasn’t long before I was positive that my wife got off on the idea of me sucking another man’s come from her pussy. She came three times in ten minutes as I ate her out. Then I slid my cock into the hottest cunt I’d ever felt and started fucking her passionately, wondering if she was thinking about her lover’s big cock while mine was inside her. We came together in a great climax, and she told me she loved me before we fell asleep.

  Things have only gotten better since then. Over the last month or so I’ve watched my wife fuck four different guys, three of them more than once. I’m planning a romantic vacation for us soon, and I hope to get her seduced and fucked by more than one guy at our resort. I’m one husband who just loves sharing his wife’s pussy!—A.R., Mason City, Iowa

  A NIGHT OF CELEBRATION AND A WILD WAGER MAKE WINNERS OF THEM ALL

  About a year ago, my wife Meryl and I had a small party to celebrate a promotion I’d gotten. As the night wore on and the drinks took effect, everyone began feeling pretty good. Meryl was dancing with most of the guys there and put on quite a show, because she becomes kind of an exhibitionist when she’s had too much to drink. She was wearing a black mini-dress and black stockings. The guys really liked it and more than a few times I saw the guys rubbing and squeezing my wife’s ass as she did a bump-and-grind with them.

  The party started thinning out around midnight and soon the only people left were my wife, myself and two of my friends. One of my friends suggested we play darts. We began making some friendly bets until my wife suggested that we up the ante. She suggested that my friend Bud bet five hundred dollars on the next game if I bet her. I thought she was kidding, but she got a big grin on her face and said she wouldn’t have suggested it if she didn’t hope I’d lose!

  I figured that my wife must have gotten really turned on by all her flirting! Bud must have, too, because he took me up on it even though I’d won the first three games. Meryl smiled again and went back to cleaning the night’s mess. As she cleaned everyone was getting distracted by the sight of her stocking tops and the brief glimpses of her little ass we got when she leaned over.

  As fate would have it, I actually lost that game. My wife laughed when she heard Bud’s cheer. Even I was secretly thrilled about paying up when Bud said he wanted to collect. My wife got very excited as Bud walked over to her and put his arm around her waist and led her to the recliner. Meryl looked over at me. I couldn’t move.

  Bud stood in front of the chair and spun Meryl around to face me. By the faraway look in her eyes, it became obvious that she suddenly realized how much she was going to enjoy herself. Bud ran his hands down from her shoulders over her breasts and down her stomach all the way to mid-thigh. Meryl shivered as he tickled her flesh with his nails. Then he caressed her body back upwards. His hands brought the hem of her skirt with them and soon he began rubbing my wife’s panty-covered pussy. Meryl began to moan and sway as Bud kissed her neck and ground his crotch against her ass. My other friend Dave came over to watch the events unfold, obviously hoping he would be getting some of the action. Soon Bud’s fingers were inside my wife’s panties, sliding in and out of her pussy.

  As Bud began to frig my wife faster, she leaned her head back and urged him on, grabbing his hand and holding on fast. Meryl guided Bud’s fingers along the outside of her cunt lips when she needed time to breathe and made sure that he worked his way back to her clit as she got closer to coming. The faster he fingered her the more out of control she went, until it was clear she would soon come.

  The pace picked up until I saw my wife have a long, shattering orgasm. Bud held her up as her legs started to give out Meryl would have cried out but Bud had been kissing her deeply and his tongue was down her throat. After she came back down to earth, Meryl became even more excited about what was happening.

  Meryl turned to look at me for a second but Bud spun her back around and rested his hands on her shoulders. Meryl slowly went down to her knees. Bud sat on the chair with Meryl on the floor looking up at him. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock and stroked it. He told Meryl to touch it but she hesitated briefly. I knew she wanted to blow him, but she was afraid of my reaction. Finally Bud looked deep in her eyes, pulled her close and put his cock to her lips. He rubbed his cockhead all around her face and then told her to suck it. She opened her mouth and then began blowing him. Meryl was worried about sucking a cock other than mine—especially right in front of me—but I let her know it was okay.

  She got into it quickly and soon Bud came in her mouth. Meryl was caught off-guard but managed to swallow all his sperm. When he was done, Meryl licked Bud’s cock clean. She thought her fun was over, but it was just beginning. Bud told her to crawl over to Dave and suck him off, too. Meryl looked so sexy on her hands and knees that I almost came in my pants. She crawled up to Dave and licked her lips as she pulled out his cock. Less than a minute later Dave came in her mouth too, and she wiggled her ass sexily back and forth as she wiped the come from her lips. When Meryl was done swallowing Dave’s sperm, Bud walked over, stood her up, took her by the hand and led her upstairs to our bedroom.

  He motioned Dave to follow but told me to stay out of it, saying this was between the three of them, For the next several hours I listened to the bed banging against the wall, springs creaking and Meryl’s moans, howls and screams as my two friends took turns fucking the living hell out of her.

  After Bud and Dave left the next morning I went to check on her. Meryl was on the bed, exhausted and limp. There were several huge wet spots and stains on the sheets. When I walked up to her I noticed that her pussy was gaping open and so filled with come that it practically flowed out of her. I noticed something else: her asshole was stretched as wide as a half-dollar and she had a couple of hickeys speckling her butt. I rolled her over and saw dried come stains on her bush and her tits. But the real kicker was seeing a couple more hickeys covering her thighs, stomach, neck and breasts.

  Meryl stayed in bed all day after that and didn’t mention what had happened. The strangest part of all was that later on she actually thanked me for it and told me that she’d fantasized that something like that would happen, although she never thought it would. She was pleasantly surprised and said she had a great time. I gently kissed her and for the next week waited on her hand and foot. Since then Meryl has gotten very uninhibited and isn’t afraid to do anything sexually anymore.—F.D., Englishtown, New Jersey

  A LONG WEEKEND AND A SEXY STRANGER HELP THEM RENEW THEIR LOVE

  My wife and I have been married for over twenty years. While we’re not kids anymore—I’m forty-three and she’s forty—we’re in pretty good shape and still enjoy our sex life together.

  We recently had the rare opportunity to get away for a four-day weekend without our two pre-teen kids. After dropping them off at my mother’s house, we headed to the airport, looking forward to our extended weekend of sun, surf and sex. Thanks to my wife’s successful career and our booming stock portfolio, we had spared little expense in booking reservations at a very posh Caribbean resort.

  We arrived late in the afternoon and checked into our suite. My wife suggested we go down and check out the beach and quickly started changing into her bathing suit. I for one was more interested in going down and checking out my wife’s still-plentiful charms. The sight of her naked, voluptuous body, big breasts and ample fanny still gets me horny after all our years together. But I figured there would be plenty of time for lovemaking over the next few days, so I stuffed my hard-on into my bathing suit and off we went.

  The beach and the water were beautiful, so we enjoyed what was left of the afternoon relaxing on the
beach and sipping a few drinks. While we were there, I noticed a guy lying on a lounge chair about thirty feet from us, apparently engrossed in a novel. He looked to be in his mid-thirties and was quite fit and somewhat handsome. Although he seemed distracted by his book, he did glance up and take a good look at my wife a couple of times. I mentioned it to her and she just smirked, saying that she had checked him out too, and he wasn’t bad at all. When we got up to leave, we made eye contact with the stranger and said hello.

  Back in our suite, the sun and the drinks had made us a little too relaxed to have sex but I figured the next morning we would have one hell of a time. My sexy wife even gave me a great cock-teasing when we showered together, fondling my dick and balls and telling me how she’d fuck the hell out of me before breakfast the next morning.

  After dinner we decided to go to one of the lounges that featured dancing to a soft-rock band. I’m not big on dancing but my wife likes it and since we were on vacation, I thought, What the hell? When we sat down and ordered a drink, who should be sitting at the next table but our novel-reading beach friend? When he noticed us, he nodded and held up his glass in greeting. I’m not quite sure what possessed me at the moment, but I went over, we introduced ourselves and I asked him if he wanted to join us. He said that since he was alone he’d love some company.

  He came over to our table and I introduced Paul to my wife. He was quite talkative, probably from being by himself for the last couple of days. Apparently Paul, who like my wife had a busy career in sales and marketing, had been divorced in the last six months and decided to take a much-needed vacation by himself. He told us his work kept him busy so he didn’t date much, but he had hoped to meet some people on this vacation. So far, he said, almost everyone he met was with somebody or, as he put it, just not very interesting.

  Paul turned out to be a lot of fun and we all had a great time partying together. We took turns dancing with my wife, who loved the opportunity to hold the attention of two men. She was unusually outgoing toward our new friend, too, and seemed taken by him. I noticed during one slow song that Paul took my wife to the far corner of the dance floor, where they seemed to be doing a slow grind against one another. It occurred to me that maybe all this male attention and being on vacation in this exotic locale would make my wife hornier than ever. At least I hoped it would.