Letters to Penthouse VII

by Letters to Penthouse VII- Celebrate the Rites of Pleasure (epub)

  We adjourned to our bedroom, where I stripped her from the waist down. My cock throbbed as I encircled my wife's waist for the first time with the leather strap and buckled it in place.

  I told Cyndy how excited she had made me and asked her to bend over a nearby cabinet so I could really test her work. She readily moved into position and wiggled her ass back and forth, blatantly teasing me. I fumbled to insert a small dildo into the leather holder that connected to the Y-shaped strap at the crotch.

  After applying some lubricant to the dildo, I attached it to the strap. I gradually pushed the dildo into her ass with my right hand as my left hand pulled the front harness strap back into place. Cyndy moaned as the dildo disappeared into her and again as the leather was pulled up tightly on either side of her pussy.

  I could feel my cock throbbing as the dildo filled my wife's ass. The harness held it in place and prevented it from slipping out. I told Cyndy that the harness fit her perfectly and she had done a great job. When I added that I hadn't been this excited for a while, she said she could feel my excitement in my hands and hear it in my voice.

  I told Cyndy to stand up, walk around the room a little and see if she could sit down comfortably with the dildo up her ass. Cyndy followed my instructions and reported that the dildo felt fine. I envisioned sitting in a fancy restaurant with Cyndy, or in a movie theater, while a dildo was up her butt. Only she and I would know that it was there. The thought that she could wear this device in public without anyone being the wiser made me so hard I thought my cock was going to explode.

  Sitting down and standing up obviously moved the dildo and heightened the physical sensations. I particularly enjoyed hearing Cyndy's soft murmurs of pleasure as she rocked back and forth in her seat. Cyndy said the dildo made her more aware of her ass but not inherently arousing. She admitted that the sensation of the leather harness rubbing against her pussy as she walked turned her on the most.

  I was so hot I couldn't wait any longer. I stripped off my clothes and positioned her near the cabinet. As I crouched down to adjust the divided front harness strap to better expose her pussy, I saw that her pussy glistened with her juices. This told me that she was more than ready for sex.

  Positioning myself behind my wife, I spread her feet about eighteen inches apart and bent her forward so that she was leaning on the cabinet. I guided my cock past the leather straps to her dripping wet honey-pot.

  She gasped as I entered her. I grabbed her hips and pulled her pelvis toward me, pressing our bodies together as tightly as possible. We both enjoyed the resulting deeper penetration in her pussy and her ass.

  Keeping my hands on Cyndy's hips, I guided them back and forth to begin a controlled thrusting in and out of her pussy. It was incredible! Seeing my wife's handmade leather harness disappear between her ass-cheeks added an extra edge to my pleasure. I could imagine the dildo being forced in deeper each time I thrust forward. It felt as if I were fucking my wife with two cocks!

  Within a few minutes both of us were nearing orgasm. I reached around to fondle Cyndy's clit. As soon as I made contact with her wetness, Cyndy's body began to spasm out of control. This of course pushed me over the brink as well. It was all I could do to hold us both upright so we wouldn't fall down. It was great!

  I can't wait for another evening when we can prolong our fore-play with the harness and an even larger dildo. And on some future occasion I look forward to stripping the harness off and burying my cock in Cyndy's well-conditioned ass.—L.C., Tenefly, New Jersey

  Different Strokes

  A NIGHT OUT WITH THE GUYS UNLEASHES WIFE'S DESIRES

  I am a twenty-five-year-old fitness instructor at a local gym. My husband Rick is a tall, blond, handsome businessman. Although we spend most of our free time together, on Friday nights he always goes out with his coworkers and comes home very late. This never bothered me, but eventually I became curious to know what they did all night.

  One day I told Rick that I wanted to go with him one night so I could see what an evening out with the guys is like. He was reluctant at first, but I let my fingers do the talking. I put my hands in his pants and cupped his balls, squeezing lightly until he gave in.

  When Friday night came around I was very curious about what we would be doing. Knowing that we would be with a bunch of stuffy businessmen, I wore a high-neck blouse and slacks.

  Rick and I drove to his friend's house to meet up with the others. When we got there I smiled and said that I hoped they didn't mind me accompanying them. Both men were very well built, and I couldn't help noticing their bulging muscles. Although I have very large breasts I had kept them well covered, but my excitement had made my nipples harden. It was obvious by the way their eyes bulged that they could tell. I told them not to pay any special attention to me, and to do whatever it was they normally did. One of my husband's friends, Brandon, said, “I thought your wife preferred cock?” I had no idea what he was talking about. Brandon always was strange, so I quickly forgot all about his comment.

  It took us over an hour to drive to our destination. From the outside it seemed to be an ordinary bar, so I asked them why they drove all this way just to go to such a place. Rick said, “Just don't wiggle that great ass of yours too much. It may be the only one in here that they can touch.” The rest of the men smiled.

  Sure enough, when I walked into the bar I discovered that I was the only woman in a bar full of men. Some were in business suits, some in jeans, and all of them stared at me as I walked in. An enormous man wearing a leather vest and very tight pants was working the door, and he leered at me as we sat down. I slid self-consciously into a chair and looked at my husband. He was smiling, seemingly enjoying all the attention I was getting. “Why are there no other women in here?” I asked. He patted me on the arm and smiled again.

  After we ordered drinks, the stage in front of our table lit up and a tall girl with long blonde hair, wearing a short skirt and blouse, came out onto the stage.

  Music started playing, and she danced and shook her ass. I couldn't believe my eyes when she wiggled around on the stage and removed her clothes. I was so shocked that I couldn't take my eyes off her, and when she revealed her enormous breasts I saw that her nipples were as big as silver dollars and fully erect. I started to feel very warm. My eyes remained glued to her nipples as Rick and his friends watched me and chuckled. I told Rick that I felt funny being there, and that maybe I should leave. He said, “Just relax and watch. I'll get her to show you her pussy.”

  He took a dollar bill out of his wallet and put it on the stage right in front of me. We all stared as she danced over to us, her hands on her tits, and picked up the dollar bill. Then she bent over and put her pussy so close to my face that I thought I could smell it. I had never been so close to a woman's pussy before. She spread the lips of her cunt open so I could see everything. I turned red with embarrassment, but something inside me wanted to dart my tongue out and get a taste. My own pussy tingled and moistened at the sight of this beautiful, naked dancer.

  The next girl to come to the stage had short hair and small, teacup-size tits that bounced up and down as she shook them. As I gazed at her clean-shaven cunt I could feel my own cunt getting hotter. I fidgeted in my seat, squeezing my legs together, hoping that no one would discover my furtive attempts at masturbation. I fantasized about licking her erect nipples. I guess my nipples were still erect, because the bouncer had his eyes glued to my breasts.

  I made my way to the ladies' room, hoping to find a place where I could stick a finger deep inside myself. Once in the bathroom I stood before the mirror, yanked my pants down and stuck my finger into my cunt. My pussy was soaked.

  One of the dancers came in to get changed, and I quickly removed my finger from my slit and pulled my pants back up. The girl smiled at me as I tucked in my shirt. There was no hiding what I had been doing. The dancer leaned against the mirror and continued to watch me fidget as she put down her clothes and began to rub the insides of her thighs. Her
tits were swollen and beautiful, her pussy exposed to my gaze. I quickly left the bathroom and hurried back to my table. My pussy was now aching with desire.

  After three more girls had made their way on and off the stage, we decided it was time to call it a night. On the way home I kept thinking about the naked woman in the bathroom and began to rub my husband's cock, which was more than a little stiff. The men in the front seat didn't seem to be paying much attention to us so I leaned over and said, “I want to suck it.”

  Rick whipped out his beautiful cock. I leaned down and sucked hard, going all the way down to his balls and back up to the huge head. Thinking of all the men leering at me in the bar made me so horny that my pussy throbbed. I had to have something, anything inside it. I knew that this was impossible while I was in the car, so I focused my attention on the cock in my mouth.

  My husband had no problems coming and, although he tried to be very quiet, I knew it was hard for him not to scream. Since we had nothing with which to clean up the mess, I knew I would have to swallow all of the come that poured out. So, without releasing my lips from his pulsating meat, I gulped all of his juice without missing a drop. By now my cunt was drenched. I couldn't wait to get home and get fucked.

  Rick could tell how horny I was and whispered, “I want to eat you.” The words were music to my ears, but I motioned to the front seat, explaining that we were sure to be caught if we hadn't been already. Without hesitation he unzipped my pants to reveal my hot cunt. He touched my wetness and, knowing that it was too late to stop, I shimmied my pants down to my ankles.

  As he licked me I tried to use my coat as a shield between the men in front and my husband's face buried between my legs, but I was so excited I forgot about everything except my pleasure. I dropped the coat and started bucking like a horny pony. I came in an explosion of pleasure, and Rick had to hold his hand over my mouth to muffle my moans of ecstasy. It was a futile attempt. The sweet smell of my cunt was already permeating the car.

  Finally we arrived at Brandon's house, where our car was parked. As we said our good-byes, Brandon said, “I guess you enjoyed yourself after all.” I smiled and said yes. I could see by the bulge in his pants that he had been watching my pussy being eaten the whole time.

  When we got back into our own car I was so hot I couldn't stand it. Rick suggested that I take off my shirt and let my breasts hang loose on the drive home. It felt so good to massage them. Rick watched me tweak my nipples while he drove. Then, at my husband's request, I took off my pants. I couldn't stand it any longer. I said, “You have to fuck me now.”

  Instead of pulling over, Rick asked, “Did you like the sight of all those pussies tonight?”

  I moaned, “Fuck me now, please, or I'll have to sit on the gearshift.”

  “You'll have to wait,” he said, reaching over and tapping his fingers on my clit. I was so out of control that I gushed my juices all over his hand. I moaned louder than I ever had. The smell of my pussy filled the car and I began to finger-fuck myself. His cock grew to mammoth proportions as he watched me fingering myself next to him. “Fuck me,” I moaned, my fingers buried in my pussy.

  He took out his cock and pulled me onto his lap as he put the car on cruise control. One car on the highway slowed down in order to witness this unusual show. We moaned with ecstasy until we came. His come spurted through me as my pussy grabbed at his cock in the most powerful orgasm I have ever experienced. Luckily he was able to keep the car on the road.

  When we got back home I thanked him for letting me go out with him and the guys, and told him that I had really enjoyed it. He said that everyone had enjoyed themselves. Last week we got a call from Brandon, inviting us both out on Friday night. This time, he said, his wife would join us too.—P.F., New Brunswick, New Jersey

  HORNY MUD WRESTLER GIVES NEW MEANING TO THE WORD “COCKPIT”

  One night I was drinking with some of my old college friends. The bar we chose was near the airport, where I work as an airplane mechanic. I wasn't there more than ten minutes when a tall, blonde vision pranced through the door. She scanned the room and headed right for the video game machines, where my friend Doug and I were busy trying to save the universe. She watched us quietly.

  When Doug needed to go to the bathroom, he told the girl to take his turn. He never came back. She and I played and drank for hours, betting shots of tequila on each game. We got smashed.

  The girl's name was Elizabeth, and she was a mud wrestler at a bar down the street. She said she was tired of the geeks who hung around after the show to hit on her, so she had snuck out the back and come here. When I told her that I worked for the airlines, she squealed with delight. She said she had never been in an airplane, so I offered to show her one of the planes. She squealed again, grabbed my arm and ran for the door.

  As we walked to the airport, I tried to think of a way to let her know that I wasn't a pilot. I figured she'd leave if she knew. Suddenly Elizabeth ran ahead of me and climbed into one of my company's Lear jets. I tried to stop her, but she was too fast.

  Suddenly the flaps on the wings started moving up and down. I climbed into the cockpit to find Elizabeth playing with the controls and giggling. It looked as if she had bared her breasts, but it was so dark I couldn't tell for sure. I reached forward and flicked a switch. Elizabeth's beautiful, thirty-seven-inch chest was now drenched in the bright red light of the control panel. “Airplanes make me so fucking horny,” she said, grabbing my head and pulling me to her tits.

  I sucked on those creamy beauties for all I was worth. Her nipples became rock-hard. I pushed her jugs together so I could suck both nipples at the same time. Elizabeth mashed my head into her heaving chest, bucking wildly and screaming loudly.

  When I finally came up for air, I realized that Elizabeth was removing my pants. As she did this I moved the seats back, preparing for the action that was about to begin.

  Grasping my nine-inch cock in both hands, Elizabeth kissed my swollen cockhead. She looked up at me, than rammed my huge pole all the way down her wet throat. I watched in amazement as her lips locked around the base of my root. Her agile hands worked magic on my swollen balls. I threw my head back, opened my mouth and shouted with delight. Then I came—and came—and came. Elizabeth swallowed every thick, gooey drop.

  After I had caught my breath, Elizabeth stood before me and thrust her hot, dripping pussy into my face. I thrust out my tongue, pushing it as far as it would go into her lovely, blonde hot-box. Elizabeth yelped and gyrated her hips. I nibbled her clit and she screamed again, smashing her slippery twat against my face. I held on to her hips as she bounced and wriggled in orgasm. I stopped for a second or two, then sucked on her button again. She shuddered and jumped again and again until she finally went limp.

  By this time my giant tool was rigid and ready for more. I pulled Elizabeth onto my lap, where she positioned her sopping cunt above my throbbing pole, slowly pushed my blood-engorged head between her cunt lips and rubbed it along the length of her slit. Then I shoved my cock all the way into her vagina. I pulled out until only the head remained inside, and reached for her gorgeous jugs. Elizabeth started gasping and squealing, so I rotated my hips, sinking inch after inch of my joystick into her hot love-tunnel. Soon my pulsating prick was completely buried inside this blonde bombshell. I reached around to grab two sexy handfuls of her beautiful ass. Elizabeth shuddered and began bouncing up and down. When I fingered her clit, she yelled and bucked even faster.

  I began to feel the rumblings of another orgasm deep inside my balls. Elizabeth leaned back as she thrashed around on top of me. This continued for about ten minutes. Our bodies were covered with sweat, bathed in the red light of the control panel. I was in ecstasy.

  As my body began to shudder with pleasure, I heard a high-pitched whine coming from far away. All at once my muscles tightened and I pushed my cock deep into Elizabeth's twat. She shrieked and clamped her inner muscles around my prick. I grunted loudly and shot my load, pumping load after load of
hot juice into her cunt.

  As I came down from that incredible high I heard the high-pitched whine again. When I regained my senses I realized that Elizabeth had leaned back against the ignition switch, causing the engines to rev. I quickly shut everything off and dressed. I dragged Elizabeth out of the plane and over behind some parked cars. Just then the night watchman came running. He went into the jet, and came out holding a pair of pink, juice-soaked panties. He looked quite confused.

  I never said a word to anyone about my adventure in the cockpit, even though Elizabeth's pink panties still hang from the bulletin board in our office.—K.C., Riverside, California

  YOU KNOW A PARTY IS A SUCCESS WHEN EVERYBODY COMES!

  Recently I attended a party thrown by Mae, one of my coworkers. Mae lives with several other women in a beautiful old mansion set deep in the woods. When I got there the party was rocking. All of the guests were very attractive. I mingled, ate, drank and danced.

  Shortly after midnight, Mae gathered all the men in the living room and explained that we were going to play a sex game, promising that it would be the hottest “safe sex” any of us had ever had. We were puzzled, but intrigued.

  Earlier in the evening, each woman had chosen the man she wanted for her partner. Each man was led to a different room and instructed to stand facing a corner.

  The room to which I was assigned was softly lit by candlelight. I stared at the wall for a few minutes before I heard someone enter. A woman's voice told me to step away from the wall so that we were standing back-to-back in the center of the room. I recognized the voice from earlier in the evening, but couldn't remember the woman's name. I did recall that she was very beautiful, with full, round, firm breasts. I had caught a glimpse of them when she bent over to retrieve a dropped napkin—the neckline of her loose blouse gapped, revealing her lovely treasures.