Letters to Penthouse XVI

by Penthouse International

  I was not sure how Valerie would react to my suggestion, so I waited until I thought the time was right. That night, as she was sucking on my six-inch cock, I brought up the subject by saying that we still needed to find her a new cock to play with. She nodded in agreement, without taking her mouth off my dick. At that point I blurted out, “What about Greg?”

  This time she let my member slip from her mouth, and looked up at me in surprise. “Your friend Greg?” she asked. From her expression I couldn’t really tell what her reaction was.

  “Why not?” I said. “He and I are really close, and I know we can trust him. And the way he was looking at you last year, when you met him, told me that he thinks you are sexy. And I know you think he’s cute.”

  After a few more moments of silence, Valerie shrugged her shoulders and said, “Okay,” and resumed sucking my cock. The sex that followed was extremely intense.

  But there was a problem. Greg lived eight hundred miles away, and we were not sure how long it would be before we would see him again. As luck would have it, he wrote to us shortly thereafter, informing us that he had some vacation coming up, and that he was planning on driving down to spend Thanksgiving with his family in town. Needless to say, Valerie and I were extremely pleased by this news. I wrote back saying that we were really looking forward to his visit, and that he should plan on a night or two out on the town with us while he was visiting.

  Although the intervening weeks passed slowly, Valerie and I had some of our best sex yet before Greg’s visit, and when he finally got into town we were more than ready. Now all we had to do was seduce him.

  On the night he was to come over, Valerie dressed for the occasion, wearing tight black pants, a snug black sweater and black heels. Underneath she wore a new white lace bra and panty set that she had purchased just for this evening. There was an intense yet subtle sexual energy about her. She looked great!

  We caught up on our lives over dinner, and then we moved to the living room. Greg and Valerie sat on the sofa and turned on the TV, while I went and poured us out some drinks. We continued chatting, until finally I asked Greg if he liked adult movies. He looked at Valerie, and then said he did. I slipped a video we had just purchased into the VCR and let it roll.

  After a couple of quite steamy scenes, I could tell that the movie was getting to Valerie. Her breathing was slightly labored, and she was getting restless. Greg’s eyes were glued to the TV, and I got especially interested when a hot threesome scene came on, in which two well-hung gorgeous studs were servicing this beautiful blonde in every imaginable way.

  We were all getting quite hot, but no one seemed willing to make the first move. Finally I decided that it was now or never. Setting my glass down, I turned to Valerie and kissed her. She was obviously ready, because she opened her mouth and eagerly accepted my tongue. As our kiss grew more intense, I eased my hand up under her sweater and slowly massaged one breast, then the other. We broke our kiss long enough for a sigh to escape from her lips, and for me to notice that we really had Greg’s attention. Once we resumed our deep kissing, Greg’s hands started working on Valerie’s legs. As he worked his way up, she spread them apart, allowing him access to her inner thighs. As the kiss continued I started unbuttoning Valerie’s sweater, and soon it was completely open. The front clasp of her lace bra was next, and then there was my wife, naked from the waist up, right there for my old friend to see.

  I broke our kiss and started to work my way down her neck, sliding my tongue over her skin. Soon I was kissing, licking and sucking first one breast, then the other. Valerie’s nipples were quite hard, begging for attention. As I nibbled on one, she moaned deeply.

  At the same time I noticed that her hips had started to move up and down. Greg had worked his way between her legs and was mouthing her cunt through her black pants. As his hands held her ass in place, he continued to press his face into her crotch, making her hot. I went on kissing my wife’s exposed chest, then moved down toward her navel. But now Valerie motioned for Greg to change places with me, so he climbed off the couch and was soon kneeling next to her head, while I took his place between her legs.

  I could smell Valerie’s sex even through her pants. The attention of two men had obviously heated her up. As I reached up to unbutton her pants, I saw that Greg was wasting no time in taking up where I had left off. He leaned over my supine wife, cupping her breasts in his hands, and slipped his tongue into her waiting mouth. Their kiss was electric, and seemed to send Valerie to a higher, more heated level. I quickly pulled her pants and lace panties down her legs and off over her feet, and now my wife was completely naked. Crawling back between her legs, I cupped her ass cheeks in my hands and lowered my face to her shaved pussy. I couldn’t recall her ever being more hot or wet. She was soaked!

  As I started licking Valerie’s cunt her moans became louder and more frequent. I closed my eyes and savored the taste of my wife. When I opened them, I was treated to a sight I will never forget. Valerie had opened the front of Greg’s pants and had them down around his knees. His cock was obviously quite hard under his boxer shorts, and she wasted no time in setting it free. I had to stop and watch as his dick sprang out, to Valerie’s obvious pleasure. It was just slightly thicker and a bit longer than mine. Valerie immediately bent to it and took the head between her lips. Greg closed his eyes as she slowly sucked the entire shaft into her mouth. Once she had taken in his complete length, she held him there for a long moment, as he moaned softly.

  A bit to my surprise, I did not feel any jealousy; to the contrary, I was very proud of my wife. Watching her head bob up and down along her new lover’s shaft turned me on even more. With his hands on the back of the couch and his feet on the floor, Greg arched his body toward her face, and then slowly began to pump his cock in and out of my wife’s willing mouth. They were both moaning constantly as I resumed my oral assault on Valerie’s now dripping pussy. As my tongue stroked her clit, I inserted first one finger, then another into her box and set up a steady stroking rhythm. Valerie’s moans were getting louder, even though they were muffled by the cock in her mouth. She let Greg’s member slip from her lips just long enough to beg me not to stop what I was doing. She then resumed sucking his shaft as the first orgasm of the evening wracked her body. She still kept his cock in her mouth as she moaned repeatedly, and her gushing pussy completely soaked my pumping hand. After a few minutes, she released her lover’s pole and lay back on the couch to catch her breath.

  I backed away from them now, ready to play out my fantasy of watching my wife fuck another man. As I sat in the middle of the living-room floor, Greg got up and moved to take my place between Valerie’s open legs. By the look of his cock, his excitement had not subsided at all, and he was soon hovering over my partner. Once again they kissed passionately as Greg lowered his body onto hers. I couldn’t believe my excitement as my wife reached down and guided Greg’s cock to her opening. With his cockhead just inside her pussy, he held still for a moment as they looked deeply into each other’s eyes. Then, with one smooth thrust, Greg buried his cock deep inside my wife.

  Valerie’s eyes closed as a sigh escaped from her lips. I almost came right then and there. I inched closer to the sofa as I watched Greg slowly work his cock in and out of her. He would pull out until I could see the rim of his cockhead, and then drive his dick smoothly back in until his balls were resting against my Valerie’s ass. Eventually his pace quickened, and Valerie arched up to meet his every thrust. As I stroked my own cock, Greg started pounding in and out of her. Before long she had her arms and legs wrapped around him, telling him gaspingly how good it was, how she didn’t want him to stop fucking her.

  I knew she was close now, and as Greg moved still faster she began to cry out with pleasure, shaking all over and then convulsing in orgasm. Greg continued to ram his cock into her flowing pussy, but as Valerie came down from her climax he slowed his pace and eventually stopped, his cock still buried inside her. Again they looked into each othe
r’s eyes, and then kissed deeply before they disengaged.

  After a moment Valerie came over to where I sat on the floor. We kissed tenderly and held each other for a while. My wife then pushed me onto my back and lowered her flowing pussy onto my aching member. God, she felt fantastic—totally hot, wet and used. As my friend looked on, she rode me feverishly to another orgasm, and then collapsed on my chest. We kissed, and then I asked her if this was what her fantasy had been like. “Oh yes,” she replied. “But are you okay with it, darling?” I think she could tell by the next passionate kiss that I was more than okay with it.

  After that Valerie climbed off me and turned around so that we were in a 69 position, with her on top. As she lowered her box to my waiting lips, she motioned for Greg to join us once again. As my wife resumed sucking on my cock, my friend came around behind her, got on his knees and slid his cock into her, just inches from my face. I almost went out of my mind. As my wife moaned around my cock, Greg started a nice even fucking rhythm, one that I could tell was really getting to Val. I quickly resumed licking and sucking my wife’s clit while Greg’s cock worked its magic. It was so exciting to feel his penis working my wife’s nether lips as his balls swayed over my nose. At one point Valerie’s hips jerked a little, and Greg’s cock slipped out of her pussy and went straight into my mouth. Although I was quite surprised by this, I naturally closed my lips around it and started sucking. Greg didn’t seem to mind, but he only pumped my mouth four or five times, then withdrew and reentered my wife.

  Finally I just laid my head back on the carpet as Greg started pounding into Val from behind, holding on to her hips with both hands. My cock escaped from her lips and she cried out that she was coming again. “Please come inside me!” she begged him. At this point she didn’t have to ask twice. As her latest orgasm took hold, it triggered a huge release from Greg. With a final thrust he buried his cock in her spasming pussy and came hard, spurting what seemed like quarts of jism into my beautiful bride. I was fascinated, watching his balls contract over and over as he came right in front of my face.

  When Greg finally pulled away from her, Valerie backed up slightly and lowered her pussy to my mouth. Without thinking, I started lapping at my wife’s well-fucked cunt. I shoved my tongue in as deeply as I could to taste her juices, mixed with my friend’s come. I cleaned her pussy thoroughly before she collapsed on top of me, and we all took a break to catch our breath.

  After a little while I suggested that we go back to our bedroom, where we would be more comfortable. As the two of them headed out, I said I was going to the kitchen to get more booze, and would join them shortly. I did want another drink, but I also wanted to give Val some time alone with Greg. I poured a glass for myself, then settled down in the living room to watch more of the video, which was still running. With my wine in one hand I slowly stroked my cock with the other while watching the on-screen sex.

  After about ten minutes I quietly went down the hall and looked into our bedroom. My wife never looked more lovely; she and Greg were in the missionary position, making beautiful love. They were both oblivious to my presence as Greg’s body moved up and down between my wife’s open legs. Valerie had her hands on his ass, controlling his pace, and they were kissing passionately. I just stood and watched for a while as this fantastic scene played out. Hearing my wife’s moans and cries while watching Greg’s cock piston in and out of her was an incredible pleasure. Then Val saw me standing in the doorway, and motioned for me to join them. I just shook my head, and she sort of shrugged her shoulders and returned her attention to Greg. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and Greg started pounding her in earnest. I had a clear view of my wife’s pussy as he thrust into her. Soon her body convulsed again, coming over and over.

  When she had settled down, Valerie had my friend lie down on his back, and she crouched over him and took his coated cock into her mouth. Val loves licking her own juices off me, and now she was treating Greg to the same experience. The sight of her slurping at his cock with her ass sticking up in the air was too much to resist. I climbed on the bed behind her and quickly sank my aching cock into my wife’s well-fucked pussy. The feeling of her heat and wetness combined with Greg’s come was indescribable. My control slipped swiftly away, and soon I was pounding into Val, and then adding my come to that of my friend. I don’t remember ever coming so hard and so copiously. I nearly passed out as I withdrew from Val, and flopped back onto the bed. As Val let Greg’s cock slip from her mouth, she looked over her shoulder at me and said softly, “I love you.” I mouthed that I loved her too.

  With that she climbed on top of Greg and lowered herself onto his cock. It didn’t take long for them to work each other up to the finale of the evening. Valerie bounced wildly up and down in Greg’s lap, and in a moment she was yelling out her pleasure. As she came yet again, Greg arched his back and shot his second load into my sexy wife. They clung together for several more moments, and then collapsed in a loving heap. At that moment my wife had never looked sexier, nor had I ever been more in love with her.

  Greg stayed over that night, sleeping with us in our bed. I woke in the morning to find Valerie giving him one of her excellent blowjobs, and I immediately proceeded to fuck her from behind. Nothing turned me on more than to hear my wife’s moans of pleasure, muffled by Greg’s large cock in her mouth. Soon she had him shooting his jism down her throat, and I followed close behind, filling her cunt with my sperm. That combination sent Val into a mind-blowing orgasm of her own. After that, Greg had to leave to spend Thanksgiving with his family.

  That was about eight months ago, and we haven’t been with Greg since, although we talk about it often. He is planning a return visit in the near future, and we can’t wait. In the meantime, Val and I are looking for another lover for her, and she’s trying to find that bi guy for me. I’ll keep you posted.

  —R.L., Corning, New York

  RANDY RANCHER IMPREGNATES BEAUTIFUL YUPPIE WIFE—AS HER HUSBAND LOOKS ON

  The recent arrival of a postcard from a certain couple, with a joyous but not unexpected announcement, has inspired me to share the following experience with you.

  The stage was set when a late-November blizzard descended on our region. A quintessential yuppie couple who were on their way home from celebrating Thanksgiving with relatives became disoriented in the storm and took the wrong highway. The city-slicker husband presumed that since he was driving his new sport utility vehicle, it would be okay for him to trespass on my property, and to use the network of private roads that traverse my ranch as a shortcut to get back onto the proper highway. He quickly discovered that his four-by-four was no match for the rugged trails and deep snow he encountered as a consequence.

  I must confess that I did not make a good first impression on the lady. After spending several grueling weeks rounding up my herds, then branding and castrating the calves, I had taken half a day off to go elk hunting. I was dressed and groomed appropriately for this activity, which meant that my work clothes were well worn and I hadn’t shaved for several days. Worse yet, the storm had abated just long enough to reveal a herd of elk to me, and the yuppie couple encountered me just as I was preparing to take a shot. As you are no doubt aware, most city folks harbor some negative prejudices toward rednecks with guns. So you can understand their reaction when they encountered a hulking, shabbily dressed man leaning over the hood of a truck with a lethal-looking hunting rifle. The husband, who was driving, immediately tried to turn around, but unfortunately the explosive sound of my shot spurred him to drive his vehicle right off the side of the road, leaving it with its front wheels poised over a deep ravine.

  I was definitely not happy about having my hunt so rudely interrupted by trespassers. But in spite of my irritation, I immediately went to the rescue. After carefully setting down my rifle, I unreeled several yards of cable from the winch on the front bumper of my trunk, then ran to the stranded vehicle. My timing was impeccable, because the four-by-four pitched forward and began to sl
ide down the hill just as I hooked the cable onto its trailer hitch. My sturdy rig barely budged when the cable was pulled taut, and it took me less than a minute to winch the thing back to the safety of the road.

  A very nervous man of about forty now emerged from the vehicle. He was about average height and had a slender build, which meant that he was a head shorter and at least a hundred pounds lighter than I was. Given the obvious superiority of my physique, combined with the fact that I was casually holding my hunting rifle with one hand, and that my coat was open to reveal the large, ten-millimeter Smith and Wesson pistol which I habitually carry in a shoulder holster, I really couldn’t blame the guy for being scared of me. I tried to be cordial as he introduced himself, but he was obviously intimidated by the fact that his well-manicured hand was dwarfed by my massive paw.

  The yuppie nervously explained why he had been trespassing on my ranch, and apologized profusely for his offense, then thanked me for coming to the rescue. He was dismayed when I drew his attention to the oil which was leaking from the rear differential of his sports vehicle. I observed his futile attempts to summon a tow truck on his cell phone with considerable amusement before explaining that my ranch wasn’t within range of any cell phone networks, and that the nearest town with a motel and a service garage was a fifty-mile drive away. I then invited him to be my guest for the night, suggesting that I could probably repair his vehicle for him in the morning. After conferring with his wife, the yuppie reluctantly accepted.

  I can honestly say that my offer of hospitality wasn’t motivated by lust, only because I had yet to see this fellow’s wife when I extended the invitation. I could feel my penis twitch with anticipation when a slender pair of legs clad in dark nylon emerged from the passenger door of the four-by-four. As the woman slid to the edge of the seat, the hem of her dress was pulled higher and higher up her thighs, until a glimpse of black lace and pale flesh revealed that she was wearing stockings rather than pantyhose. When she stood up I realized that she was only in her middle twenties, and couldn’t have been more than five feet tall. Her simple but elegant dress was carefully styled to tastefully showcase every curve of her petite body, which was slender without being anorexic. Her gently flaring hips accentuated her narrow waist and flat tummy. The pert round breasts would have been very nice, although unremarkable, on most women, but on her slender body they were absolutely spectacular. The neckline of her dress displayed her delicate collarbone and just a hint of cleavage. Her classically beautiful face was framed by a mane of raven-black hair that cascaded almost to her waist. As she reached into the car to retrieve her coat, the neckline of her dress fell forward to reveal a tantalizing view of her shapely breasts, which were cradled in a skimpy bra.