Letters to Penthouse XXV

by Penthouse International

  Copyright © 2005 by General Media Communications, Inc.

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  Contents

  Introduction to Letters to Penthouse XXV

  A Counseling Session Finds Doctor and Patient on the Couch And on the Floor

  Life on the Road Finds a Woman Behind the Sheets and in Front of the Camera

  A Loving Husband Uses his Minutes to Really Reach Out and Touch Someone

  His Wife Models Nude for his Photo Club—And That’s Only the Beginning!

  She was Getting a Real Workout, And She Wasn’t at Her Aerobics Class

  At The Center of a Twenty-Foot Bed, She Really Got to be the Center of Attention

  In the Mysterious East, His Wife Unmysteriously Got her Brains Fucked Out

  The Party Really Became Special When the Quartet of Black Studs Arrived

  What he Found in her Purse Told a Lot About her Life—And Totally Changed His

  What Her Husband Really Knew About her Tuesday Nights Out with the Girls

  His Wife Makes a Dinner Date and Winds Up Giving Him a Heck of a Show

  When His Wife Began to Flaunt Herself, He Couldn’t Have Been More Proud

  While Making Out in Their Jacuzzi They Received a Surprise Visitor

  She Wanted to be Taped Fucking Two Men, and Hubby was Glad to Oblige

  His Wife Brought Home a Stray Pet, But It wasn’t a Puppy or a Kitten

  Good Girls go to Heaven, But Bad Girls Get to go Everyplace Else

  She Was a Nice Conventional Wife Till She Got Hooked on Hubby’s Porn

  A Chance Meeting in a Bar Turns His Lovely Wife Into a Sex-Mad Wanton

  She Hated Poker Night—Until Hubby’s Pals Started Playing Some Other Games

  Put a Bikinied Barbie-Doll Beauty on a Boat With a Buff Bodybuilder—And Bam!

  His Black Boss Seduced Her, then Became Sheriff of her Personal Sex Posse

  She Said She was a Horny Housewife Looking For Fun, and She Sure Found Plenty

  Her New Cybersex Friends Knew Exactly How to Feed Her Growing Virtual Appetite

  She Wanted to Unleash Her Slut Within So he Arranged Her Own Private Gang Bang

  He Offered to Console His Colleague’s Widow with More than Tea & Sympathy

  He Bet His Wife Wouldn’t Go For a Big Black Dick, But he Really Wanted to Lose

  She Told Her Lover Their Affair Was Secret, then told her Husband Every Detail

  A Trip to the Mountains so Invigorated His Girl that she took on two of his Friends

  He Thrills to His Wife’s Tale of Lusty Encounters on a Wild Business Trip

  Her Secret Tryst was Passionate, But not in the Way She’d Expected

  His Stripper Wife Does a New-Style Dance for Their Old Fogey Guest

  When His Wife Worked Overtime She Was Truly Making Time and a Half

  If a Wife Can’t Lose Her Inhibitions While on Vacation, Then What is the World Coming To?

  While She’s Away She Leaves Him Sexy Pictures and Sexier Dreams

  He Takes His Wife to a Sex Club And Loses Her to its Female Proprietor

  She was a Woman Who Knew what she Wanted—And Could Pay For it

  The Repairman Got Her Hot Tub Flowing Again, Among Other Things

  Caught in a Snowstorm, These Three Found a Motel Room With Only One Bed

  He Wanted to See His Wife With a Black Man, So She Gang-Banged Four of Them

  A Sexy Older Woman Can be a Big Turn-On, Especially if Her Husband is Watching

  She Wasn’t Into it Until Penthouse Letters Showed Her What She Was Missing

  He Hoped a Cruise Would Loosen Her Up. But Just How Loose Can a Girl Get?

  Young Guys May be at Their Peak Sexually, But They Have a Lot to Learn

  If they’re Smart, And Hot, They’ve Probably Already Thought about Swapping

  His Wife Turned Into a Different Woman, And He Never Saw it Coming

  She Had Her Own Special Anniversary Celebration, And He Got to See it All

  After Helping Out a Pissed Friend, He Really Helps His Friend’s Pissed-Off Wife

  SHE’S NOT CHEATING IF SHE KNOWS HE’S WATCHING.

  It can happen anywhere. The doctor’s office. The pool. The strip club. Or right at home. It may be the ultimate turn-on; People sharing their sexy mates with very willing third parties. And they don’t care who knows it. Share the joy. Because people like this . . . with stories like these . . . are too hot to keep a secret.

  HOT PRAISE FOR LETTERS TO PENTHOUSE

  “Another great collection . . . What’s nice is to be able to read about people who are comfortable with their sexuality and want to tell others how to do the same.”

  — V2 Magazine on Letters to Penthouse XX

  OTHER BOOKS IN THE SERIES:

  Erotica from Penthouse

  More Erotica from Penthouse

  Erotica from Penthouse III

  Letters to Penthouse I

  Letters to Penthouse II

  Letters to Penthouse III

  Letters to Penthouse IV

  Letters to Penthouse V

  Letters to Penthouse VI

  Letters to Penthouse VII

  Letters to Penthouse VIII

  Letters to Penthouse IX

  Letters to Penthouse X

  Letters to Penthouse XI

  Letters to Penthouse XII

  Letters to Penthouse XIII

  Letters to Penthouse XIV

  Letters to Penthouse XV

  Letters to Penthouse XVI

  Letters to Penthouse XVII

  Letters to Penthouse XVIII

  Letters to Penthouse XIX

  Letters to Penthouse XX

  Letters to Penthouse XXI

  Letters to Penthouse XXII

  Letters to Penthouse XXIII

  Letters to Penthouse XXIV

  Penthouse Uncensored I

  Penthouse Uncensored II

  Penthouse Uncensored III

  Penthouse Uncensored IV

  Penthouse Uncensored V

  Penthouse Variations

  26 Nights: A Sexual Adventure

  Penthouse: Naughty by Nature

  Penthouse: Between the Sheets

  Penthouse Erotic Video Guide

  INTRODUCTION TO LETTERS TO PENTHOUSE XXV

  A popular theme submitted in the letters we receive pertains to the topic of wife sharing. Husbands who get off knowing their betrothed were riding an orgasmic wave in the arms of another man. Sometimes he sets it up, other times she brings home a stray. Oftentimes his beloved will meet some stranger and succumb to his charms, ending up being used by her lover and going home satiated and filled with her lover’s come to share with her husband. This is the turn-on for so many of our readers. They will entice us with their stories of wife sharing and cuckoldry. Their gratification comes from knowing that their significant other has been well used by others and they can’t wait to relive the passion in which she unleashed her unbridled passion and gave to others what she used to save only for him.

  So many of our readers have thanked us for opening up a new world of sexual gratification to them. Many have stated that this has strengthened their bond as husband and wife. They never knew that so many couples felt thi
s way. If you haven’t dabbled already, perhaps after reading this you might want to kick it up a notch in your own marriage. If not, maybe you’ll just enjoy the fantasy of substituting yourself and your wife into the stories you’ll enjoy inside. Whatever your desire, we hope to fulfill them on the pages within.

  Satisfaction guaranteed,

  The Editors

  A COUNSELING SESSION FINDS DOCTOR AND PATIENT ON THE COUCH AND ON THE FLOOR

  It was Friday afternoon again, four o’clock, and Ritchie’s last appointment for the week. She’ll be here any minute, he thought. He wondered if she’d be bringing Howard again or if she’d bring somebody new. The last few times she had brought Howard.

  Ritchie rolled his eyes thinking about it. There’s no way that kid shaves more than once a week. No way. What the hell was she thinking? Maybe Howard was a good fuck. He was malleable anyway, with a certain amount of potential, someone who’d at least try and get it right. Maybe he was the man of her dreams.

  Ritchie smiled to himself. Fifty-fifty she shows up at all, much less shows up with Howard.

  It was quiet in his office. Nearly everyone in the building was gone. Ten minutes passed and, more disappointed than mad, he began clearing his desk. As he placed her file into his drawer he heard a knock at the door, the hinges creaking as it opened.

  He looked up, practically beaming. “Emilia,” he said in his most welcoming, if somewhat overeager tone. “Come in. How are you?”

  “We’re fine,” she said smiling and pulling . . . who was it?

  Who else? She held Howard’s hand, leading him into the room. Ritchie stood as she came around the desk and kissed his cheek. He breathed in her perfume. It was soft and intoxicating. Her hair fell down over her shoulders. Her lips were warm and damp against his cheek. He savored the small kiss she gave him.

  “How’s my favorite therapist this week?” she asked, a faintly mocking tone in her voice, so faint he wondered if it was there at all. Or maybe it was just Ritchie’s overactive imagination.

  She wore a white-cotton sundress with a low neckline and pearl buttons down the front—but no bra, Ritchie noticed. She was barefoot, having slipped off her shoes when she entered the room. She was thirty-four years old, incredibly beautiful and, like Ritchie, had been married for twelve years—not to Howard, unfortunately for him, but she was married. Ritchie imagined Howard knew but was careful not bring it up. Surely Howard knew, and certainly Emilia’s husband knew about Howard.

  Emilia walked back to Howard and, looping her arm through his, turned again to Ritchie. “I’m sorry we’re late, but we got distracted,” she said, giggling like she was, well, Howard’s age. She nuzzled Howard’s neck. Slightly embarrassed, he looked at Ritchie and said hello. She must have hit a nerve just then because Howard flinched and moved back, shrugging his shoulder. She laughed and leaned into him, nearly falling as though she were drunk. She kissed his cheek. “Mmmm . . . You love that, don’t you, Howard?” she said. Howard smiled and, to her delight, kissed her lightly.

  “Hello, Howard,” Ritchie said. Howard was tall, vaguely lanky and, at twenty-three years old, young as hell. He was strong, too, with broad shoulders and muscular arms. His skin was tanned and his hair was a sun-streaked blond, longer than most boys wore these days, but still he looked clean-cut and athletic. Hell, Ritchie thought to himself, how can you not look clean-cut if you don’t even shave yet?

  Ritchie straightened his shoulders and sucked in his gut just the tiniest bit. “Please, have a seat,” he said, motioning them to the chairs in front of his desk.

  “Let’s sit on the couch today. You don’t mind, do you, Ritchie?” Emilia asked on her way to the couch, Howard in tow.

  Ritchie flushed red as a cloud of thoughts swirled through his mind, memories of the last time she chose to sit there. They had been alone then. Trying to recover, he swallowed, and as casually as possible said, “That’s fine, Emilia. That’s fine.” Reaching the end of the small couch she turned, swinging Howard around, then fell backward onto a cushion, pulling him down next to her.

  Ritchie sat back down and opened the file. He shuffled through the pages, coming to the last sheet. On it was a single note that read, “You love this game.” He tried to remember why he had written it, and whom “you” referred to. Underneath the note he drew a line across the page, placed the date in the margin and looked up.

  Emilia quickly launched into an account of her week. Both men listened, Ritchie scribbling a note now and then. At some point Emilia asked, “Why are some people so inhibited?” Ritchie didn’t respond immediately, but after a moment realized that she was waiting for an answer.

  Caught off guard, he said, “Well, I suppose everyone has some inhibitions. Don’t they?”

  “Everyone?” Emilia asked quickly. Before Ritchie could respond she added, “No, not everyone, dear. Howard doesn’t.” Then as if to prove her point she turned and kissed Howard sensuously. Ritchie watched as she playfully snaked her tongue into his mouth. When they separated she looked back at Ritchie and added, “I don’t.” Ritchie could think of no response and the room fell silent. Then Emilia stood up and, unfastening the top button of her dress, said, “Well, I don’t think I do.”

  She unbuttoned her dress to her waist but held it closed. Her eyes were glued to Ritchie’s. He didn’t move. He didn’t even flinch. Then Howard sat forward and placed his hands on her calves. Emilia closed her eyes and Howard’s hands moved beneath her dress, up along her thighs, revealing her sensuous legs. Then, his hands on her hips, he made two fists. When he did, Emilia relaxed her arms and the dress fell from her shoulders, revealing her full, luminous white breasts. Howard’s fists moved down her legs, pulling off her panties and allowing her dress to fall. She stood naked before them both.

  Ritchie’s eyes were drawn to the trimmed pubic hair disappearing between her legs. Emilia smiled broadly. He realized how he must look to her and quickly averted his eyes.

  “Emilia, please . . .” he began.

  She cut him off. “Shhhh,” she said, pressing her finger to her lips. Her eyes were wide and her mouth held the faintest of smiles. Ritchie’s heart raced and his stomach churned, but he said nothing else.

  Emilia turned and stepped in front of Howard. Through her parted legs Ritchie saw him raise his hips and slide off his pants. Leaning forward Howard undressed, and when he leaned back again Ritchie glimpsed his half-hard dick swing back and rest sideways on his thigh.

  Still looking at Howard, Emilia said, “Come closer, Ritchie, so you can see.” Ritchie’s pulse raced as he stood up and moved closer. He took in their profiles, Emilia standing, Howard sitting. Neither looked at him as he sat down at the opposite end of the couch.

  Emilia moved closer to Howard, straddling his legs, and motioned him to lean forward. When he did she bent down and kissed him lustfully. Afterward she stood upright, and Howard began kissing her thighs. Her eyes closed and she pulled his face to her mound. He quickly found her clit and alternated between sucking and licking it. Emilia moved her hand to her breast, massaging it, and upon finding her nipple, pinched and kneaded it while grinding herself against Howard’s mouth.

  In a moment her body began to shudder and she moaned with pleasure as she looked down at Howard. Then suddenly she pushed him back, bent down and kissed him again. She groped at his mouth with her lips and tongue, lapping her juices.

  She told Howard to lie back and as he did he swung his legs onto the couch. His feet rested next to Ritchie, who sat transfixed by the scene unfolding before him. Emilia dropped to her knees and took Howard’s dick in her hand. He was fully erect. Ritchie was impressed by its size. Holding it at the base, her fingers just barely managed to encircle it. Ritchie thought she could have gripped it with her other hand, like a baseball bat, without touching the thick, round head.

  Emilia pulled up slowly on the shaft, causing the bulbous head to swell larger and darken into a deep violet. She moved forward then and pressed her lips to the tip, kissing it,
swabbing the slit with her tongue. She opened her mouth further to accommodate the head, bathing it with her saliva. Slowly she took in more. Her mouth soon strained with its thickness and she could go no further. She struggled to hold it in her throat for a moment but quickly gave in, moving back up its length. She was experimenting, Ritchie thought, seeing how much she could take and, having failed to take it all, relented and returned her attention to the bloated head and veiny shaft.

  She sucked him in earnest then, jacking him off as she stuffed his cock into her mouth. Ritchie watched intently, absorbing the sight and sounds. Howard began thrusting his hips up, matching her rhythm. She continued for a moment, quickening her pace, Howard increasing the depth of his thrusts.

  But then for the second time she stopped her motions. She leaned back, massaging his shaft slowly. She stood up and turned toward Ritchie. Their eyes met. He realized it was the first time she had noticed him since undressing. His dick strained in his pants. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably.

  Emilia straddled Howard, one leg still on the floor, and slowly lowered herself onto him. As her pussy met the tip of Howard’s cock Ritchie lowered his eyes to watch her envelop it. Slowly she eased down its length, the cock filling her. Nearly impaled on it she gasped and stopped. She rocked her hips for a moment, getting used to its size, then continued down until it was completely inside her. Slowly one hand found her clit, the other her breast. After a moment she leaned back and rested on Howard, her shoulders next to his on the arm of the couch. Craning her neck back to kiss him, they found a rhythm, pushing into one another, Howard’s cock stretching her pussy with each thrust.

  Emilia again looked at Ritchie, smiling, grinding herself onto Howard. Then she sat forward and held out her hand. Her smile deepened. “Come here,” she said. Without consciously deciding, Ritchie did as she asked. Howard spread his legs and Ritchie moved closer, facing Emilia on his knees. She kissed him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth.

  Ritchie savored the wetness of her lips, the warmth of her tongue. He felt her body surge every time Howard thrust into her. Then Emilia pushed his head down to her breast and he sucked a nipple into his mouth. Her head fell back and she moaned. Ritchie massaged her breasts, sucking one then the other as her body undulated on Howard’s.