Letters to Penthouse XXV

by Penthouse International

  I was about to move her to my lap so that I could slide my dick into her, when she gasped. My back was to the sliding glass door at the rear of the house, but she was facing it. I turned around to see Carl coming through the door. I could see Moira beginning to panic, because her swimsuit was out of reach.

  “Hey, guys!” Carl called out. “Enjoying the tub? My dinner was cancelled, so I—”

  He stopped short, his expression changing as he walked to the edge of the tub and saw that we were both naked. The water was clear enough so that I knew he could see at least to the depth of Moira’s bush. He was getting an eyeful, and the look on his face told me that he liked what he saw.

  It was too late to worry about it now, and it didn’t really bother me anyway. Looking at Moira, I saw that after her initial startled reaction she too was taking it in stride, though she tried half-heartedly to cover herself with her hands. Actually, I found the situation kind of exciting. “Why don’t you join us?” I said to Carl. “Take your clothes off and hop in. I’ll go get us some more wine.”

  Carl hesitated only a moment before starting to undress. By now, my dick was limp, and I got out of the tub to go into the kitchen for the wine. Moira glanced between my legs and seemed relieved to see me deflated. Then her eyes shifted to Carl, who by now was pulling down his jeans and undershorts. His back was to her, but I saw that she was discreetly watching. As I entered the kitchen I looked out through the window so I could watch Moira’s reaction to her naked colleague. He turned around to reveal an enormous, thick cock and massive balls. Embarrassed or not, Moira lost all discretion and openly stared. I’ve got an average-size cock, but Carl was built like a porn star!

  When I returned with the wine, Carl was in the tub and the two of them were making small talk. I poured Moira another glass and handed one to Carl. Moira usually stops at two glasses, but she was now on her fourth. I refilled mine, then slipped back into the spa, wondering if Moira was making comparisons between the sizes of our dicks.

  “Ah, this is nice,” Carl sighed, sipping his wine.

  “Yes, I love the Jacuzzi,” I said. “It’s very relaxing.”

  Moira laughed. “You just love being rude with the jets!” she said.

  Carl looked puzzled at that, so I explained. “Sit here and lie back a little,” I told him. “Let the jets hit you between the legs.”

  He followed my instructions, somewhat to my surprise, and evidently to Moira’s enjoyment. It gave her an excuse to stare as he adjusted his hips to get the right angle. Every few seconds his massive dick would break the surface of the water, giving her an unimpaired view. He was quickly getting hard as the water rushed around his balls and pressed against his shaft. Unbelievably, he grew even larger! The expression I saw on my wife’s face was priceless.

  “Damn, that feels so good!” Carl sighed. “I know I shouldn’t admit this, but I haven’t had sex since June left me six months ago. I’ve almost forgotten what it feels like.”

  I sympathized with him. “Geez, you poor guy. Six months!”

  Moira’s eyes were fixed steadily on the big, rock-hard dick a few feet away from her. I had never known her to do anything kinky or the least bit outrageous, and I knew that she would never agree to fuck anyone else. However, there was a kind of lust in her eyes that I’d never seen before, and I was pretty sure she was imagining the joy of riding that massive rod.

  Wondering if she would be bold enough to relieve his tension with a handjob, I moved over next to her, gave her a kiss and said, “Hey, maybe you could help the poor guy out. Would you give him a helping hand?”

  I could hardly believe it, but she barely hesitated. She emptied her glass, handed it to me for a refill and stood up. Moira is kind of short, so her large breasts were barely out of the water, their long nipples hard and thrusting. It was Carl’s turn to stare, and he did.

  Moira moved close to him, reaching out to grab his hard-on with her right hand and cup his balls with her left. Slowly she began to pump him. He groaned with pleasure, and I knew exactly how he felt. My wife’s hands can perform magic as they work together, one sliding up and down, the other massaging and pulling. I moved to stand behind her, rubbing my cock against her thigh and ass. My left hand circled around her front, probing at her hairy pussy.

  Neither Carl or I could wait any longer. Standing behind her, I slipped my dick into her waiting cunt. Moira is not exactly a young girl, but her pussy feels as tight as it did the day we were married. As I pumped in and out, my balls slapped against her ass as the water swirled around us. At the same time, Carl stood up out of the water, and Moira placed his dick between her large boobs. She looked down, watching his huge shaft. Then she took her breasts in her hands and pushed them together around his prick as he began to tit-fuck her. Because of his length, the tip of his cock rubbed over her chin and brushed against her lips with each stroke. The lucky bastard!

  Carl and I both pumped away, and I could hear Moira moaning above the gurgling of the water. I never take very long, and I soon emptied my balls. Given Carl’s long dry spell, I wasn’t surprised when he erupted rather quickly as well. His come sprayed onto my wife’s cheek, surprising her. Laughing, she pulled away, and the last of his jism squirted across her shoulder.

  “Feel better?” Moira asked him, gently squeezing his cock and balls again with both hands, as if she didn’t want to let go.

  “Christ, that was good!” he panted. His cock was still seeping white fluid, which ran over my wife’s clutching hand. She looked pleased. She already knew how sexy she was, but this night in the Jacuzzi was more proof.

  Carl’s cock seemed to be settling down, but Moira didn’t want to let go. She continued to massage it gently.

  “Can I ask another favor?” Carl said then. “I haven’t tasted a woman in so long.”

  When Moira didn’t answer immediately, Carl pushed on. “June and I had a bad marriage,” he said, “but our sex was fantastic. June used to say that the only thing more fun than fucking was riding my tongue.” And to demonstrate, he stuck out his tongue as if licking an imaginary cunt. Damn, his tongue was almost as long as his dick!

  “Oh my God!” Moira said, staring at his tongue lapping the air. At that point she set aside all pretense of being shy. She pushed herself up onto the edge of the tub, put her feet up on the rim and spread her legs wide. I was amazed at the extent of her sexual enthusiasm. She really wanted to feel that tongue between her legs, licking and probing her depths.

  I moved closer to watch the action. As Carl moved between Moira’s thighs, she placed her hands on the back of his head and pulled him into her pussy. She looked down at his face as his tongue ran up and down slowly over her pussy and clit, then pushed its way into the depths of her cunt.

  I stroked my dick back to hardness, jacking off like a teenager as I watched Moira. Carl was literally fucking her with his rigid tongue, moving it in and out with increasing speed. Her excitement was so great that she didn’t last much longer than the two of us had. Within minutes she was squeezing her thighs around his head, pulling his face even harder into her pussy.

  Moira isn’t usually a screamer. Her orgasms are usually manifested by gasps and sighs, but now she began to groan as I had never heard her groan. Her orgasm seemed to last forever, going on and on in wave after wave. I’ve read about women having multiple orgasms, but I’d never been able to get Moira to achieve that myself. I suppose I should have been jealous, watching her have the largest orgasm of her life on somebody else’s tongue, but I didn’t. Instead, I was excited for her. It turned me on to see that blissful look of satisfaction on her face. In fact I came for a second time right afterward.

  We sat there, all of us spent. Then I poured one last round and we called it a night. Carl had an early flight, and was gone by the time I got up the next morning. It was an incredible evening, and since then Moira has been a lot less inhibited about sexual matters. I’m hoping to get that blowjob yet!—Name and address withheld

  SHE W
ANTED TO BE TAPED FUCKING TWO MEN, AND HUBBY WAS GLAD TO OBLIGE

  My wife Jane is a hot thirty-seven-year-old with a great figure. She is five feet six and one hundred twenty pounds, with dirty-blonde hair and green eyes. She loves to display her 34C tits, long legs and hot tight ass. She also loves to fuck, and loves having me videotape her while doing it. A few months ago she decided she wanted to be taped while fucking two men at once, and she wanted them to be strangers. It took a while to make the arrangements, but eventually I got two guys named Hal and Gary from a local gym. Both men were in their early thirties, handsome and well mannered.

  They both showed up on the appointed day, and we chatted as I got my camera ready and Jane went into the bathroom to change. She came out looking totally hot in a see-through blouse, a micro-miniskirt, dark nylon stockings and stiletto heels. She sat on the edge of the bed and crossed her beautiful long legs, and as she did I was able to catch a glimpse of black garter belt stretched tightly across her smooth white thigh.

  I told Hal and Gary that they were free to enjoy Jane’s body in any way they wanted. I told them that I wanted to get at least thirty minutes of sexual activity on tape. They were free to fuck her, to eat her pussy, to have her suck their cocks and even to fuck her in the ass if they wanted. They looked a little dubious about that, but Jane smiled and broke the ice by saying, “It’s true, you can do anything you want with me. Think of me as your come whore!”

  We all laughed and got started. The men started out slowly, with Jane on the bed, Hal on one side of her and Gary on the other. Hal began by nibbling at her ear and telling her in explicit terms what he intended to do and how he intended to do it. Gary watched this for a while, and then put his hand on Jane’s stomach and began to rub it through her skirt.

  Then Hal turned Jane’s head to him and began to kiss her. Their mouths opened, tongues searching. As they kissed, Jane jackknifed one of her legs, raising her knee and letting her skirt slide over her thigh, showing the dark tops of her stockings, her garter belt and just a bit of white panties high up between her gorgeous legs. Gary took advantage of the exposed leg, his hand sliding onto her thigh and moving upward. Jane swung both legs wide, giving him unlimited access. My wife is nothing if not cooperative.

  Hal had started to unbutton her blouse, and Jane’s hips squirmed with her enjoyment as Gary played with her pussy through her panties. I moved in closer, getting it all on tape.

  Hal got Jane’s blouse open and pulled it off, while Gary got rid of her skirt. The bra and panties she had on didn’t hide a thing. Her hard brown nipples were practically bursting through her flimsy bra, and her thick unshaven beaver was not hidden at all by her see-through bikini panties.

  Gary went back to massaging my wife’s pussy, and as he did so she moved her hand to Hal’s crotch and began to caress his hard dick through his pants. Hal quickly unzipped his fly and took out his big cock. Within seconds Jane’s small hand was wrapped around his meat.

  By now Gary’s hand was beneath her panties, fucking her cunt. Jane smiled at him and told him to take the panties off, which he did, tugging them down her legs. Hal opened the clasp at the front of her bra, releasing her hot 34C tits. His mouth descended onto one of her breasts as Gary slipped his finger back into her cunt. Jane moaned softly. She was in heaven.

  Naked now except for her garter belt and stockings, Jane squirmed with pleasure, her legs and hips moving spasmodically as Gary continued to finger-fuck her pussy. Then a loud scream came from her throat as she climaxed, her body twitching and bucking wildly. Hal lifted his head from her tit and kissed her on the mouth, muffling the last of her orgasmic moans.

  Even through her climax my wife had held on to Hal’s cock. Now she let it go and ordered him to take his clothes off. Within seconds he was naked, his cock standing at attention. At her suggestion he lay down on his back, and Jane got onto all fours and crouched over him with her mouth at his crotch, her pretty round ass sticking upward.

  My own dick was really throbbing now as I taped my wife giving this young stranger a blowjob. I could tell by the expression on Hal’s face that he was having the time of his life. Within five minutes he came, shooting his massive load into my wife’s eagerly gulping throat.

  Gary now asserted that he wanted to tongue-fuck Jane’s pussy, and she obligingly lay down on her back and raised her knees, spreading her legs for him. His head went down between her thighs and I got some great footage of him eating her out. After a while he removed his dripping mouth from her pussy and quickly mounted her. Jane’s beautiful legs went around his waist, and I watched him fuck her, his ass moving up and down. It didn’t take long; after about a dozen thrusts he stiffened suddenly and pushed himself all the way inside her. “Your wife’s got a sweet fucking cunt!” he gasped as he filled that cunt with his love juices.

  Afterwards they thanked us and left. Jane told me that next time she wanted to have a gang bang with three guys, or maybe four. I’m working on that now, and I’ll let you know how it works out.— J.L., Atlanta, Georgia

  HIS WIFE BROUGHT HOME A STRAY PET, BUT IT WASN’T A PUPPY OR A KITTEN

  I will never forget the day my wife brought home her first stray. No, not a dog or a kitten—it was another guy. She had met him at a friend’s wedding and brought him home with her, and now she was standing next to him in our family room with a “Can I keep him?” grin on her face.

  Her actual words were, “This is my really good friend Joel. We met at Delia’s wedding, and I’ve invited him to stay with us for a while, okay?” She held his arm and pushed her breasts against him as she spoke. Giggling like a schoolgirl, she announced, “You’ll like him. Joel has some amazing talents.”

  Well, I admit I was shocked, to say the least, and actually more than a little pissed off, to hear my wife say she’d invited another guy to stay with us, especially one who was getting as much womanly attention as he was from my spouse, not to mention her commenting on the wonders of his personal attributes as she snuggled so seductively up against his side.

  We had been married for five years at that time, and although Sheila did sometimes tend toward the bizarre, I naively thought we had a pretty typical marriage. Now I was learning that she had some pretty unorthodox ideas that I had never known about.

  Sheila is a petite blonde who stands five feet three, with a great shape, achieved through years of working out and, of course, fortunate genetics. She has a lovely face set off by the prettiest pale blue eyes and an upturned nose; and is graced with average-size but nicely shaped breasts. Her finest features, however, are her tight, glorious ass and her innocent but seductive smile. She looks kind of like a naughty cheerleader, with a twinkle in her eye that says: I’m not wearing any panties, so keep your eyes open and your camera ready. She’d always had a voracious sexual appetite, but I figured that was because I was so irresistible. What I hadn’t known was that her hunger also extended to other guys. Many other guys.

  She told me that at her friend’s wedding, she and Joel had hit it off pretty well, and she’d given him a ride to the reception in our car. It probably wasn’t the only thing she gave him, since the sexual chemistry between them was evident even as he stood nervously in our family room, fidgeting with the zipper on his jacket. “You want him to live here?” I asked incredulously.

  “For a while,” she said, smiling innocently. “I figured he could sleep in the guest room. He can help out around the house, and I am sure he won’t be any trouble.” It was as if she was lobbying for a new dress, not a sexual boarder.

  “Oh, I’m sure,” I said sarcastically. “Well, I guess I should be thankful you don’t want him to sleep in our bed, between the two of us.”

  “Oh no,” she said sweetly. “But once in a while—I mean like a few nights a week, probably—I’ll want to sleep in there with him. If you don’t mind, of course.”

  Dumbfounded, I slumped back on the couch. “Let me get this straight,” I said. “You bring this guy here to live with us so the two of you
can fuck in our guest room while I’m asleep in the master bedroom, but I shouldn’t worry because it’s only for a few nights a week? Is that it? What made you think I would go for such a thing?”

  “Maybe I should leave,” Joel said, but Sheila motioned for him to stay.

  “No,” she said to him. “My husband and I need to talk this out.” Then she turned back to me. “Haven’t you often shared your fantasies with me about seeing me fuck other men?” she demanded. “Haven’t we talked about swinging with another couple, and how exciting it would be to fuck other people?” I was embarrassed by her revealing all that in front of Joel, especially since it was true. “Was it just bullshit when you encouraged me to imagine I was fucking a guy with a huge cock as we made love?”

  “I don’t want to cause trouble between you two,” Joel said. “Maybe I should wait in the other room.” Sheila just shrugged, and he turned and went out.

  “I didn’t see this coming,” I said, shaking my head in bewilderment. “Yeah, I know we talked about all that stuff, but I thought it was just fantasy. I guess I was naive.”

  “Look, why don’t we have dinner and you can get to know Joel,” Sheila suggested, coming closer to the couch and putting her hand on my shoulder. Then, seductively, she cooed, “Then after we go to bed you and I can talk about it, alone. If you decide you can’t handle it, if it’s too intimidating for you, then we won’t do it.”

  Well that, of course, was the clincher, and she knew it. By suggesting that I couldn’t handle it, she knew I’d be challenged to prove that I could. Deep down I still wasn’t really sure about it, but we called Joel back into the room and Sheila asked him to have dinner with us.

  The three of us chatted during dinner as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Actually, much to my surprise, Joel turned out to be a pretty nice guy and easy to like. As we talked I found we had a lot in common. For one thing, of course, we both wanted to fuck the same woman—my wife. But in addition, we had many of the same hobbies, liked the same sports teams, and even shared some of the same favorite books and movies.