Letters to Penthouse XXV

by Penthouse International

  When we got to the hotel, we checked in, then went out to walk around, doing the usual tourist things and shopping. At one point Chris made a quick phone call on her cell, saying she had to check her messages at work.

  We went back and had dinner in the hotel restaurant. During dinner I noticed that Chris drank more wine than she normally does. And she still didn’t tell me what the surprise was.

  After dinner we went up to our room. I put on some music, and Chris poured us each another glass of wine. Then she took off all her clothes, saying she wanted “to get comfortable.”

  A few minutes later there was a knock on the door. When I started to get up to answer it, Chris said to relax, she would get it. Considering that she was stark naked, it seemed strange that she didn’t run back in the other room and wait to see who was at the door.

  Then it occurred to me that this might be the surprise. My heart started to beat much faster.

  She opened the door, and this guy walked in the room and introduced himself to me as Mario. He looked to be about thirty-five, and was tall and well built. (How well built I would find out later.) He took Chris in his arms, kissed her and sat down next to her on the couch. Chris said that Mario was the guy she found on the Net, and if I was okay with it, he was going to fuck her.

  While I was a bit dumbfounded seeing my wife sitting naked next to Mario, asking permission to fuck him, I must admit that it really was a turn-on. In fact, I was getting hard!

  We chatted a bit, and since Mario seemed like a nice guy—or as nice as you can expect for some strange stud who your nude wife has just informed you is all set to fuck her—I said it was okay. Mario stood up and began removing his clothes.

  His cock looked to be a good eight inches long, and quite thick around. I saw from the look on Chris’s face that she was impressed. So impressed, in fact, that she went right for it. She got right down on her knees and gulped it in her mouth.

  Her brazenness was a shock, since she had always been rather shy in our time together. Now she was licking and sucking his cock with a wild abandon that was an eye-opener, to be sure. Then Mario lifted her up on the bed, spread her legs and began licking her pussy. Within minutes she was groaning and thrashing all over the bed.

  For the next hour Mario worked on Chris with just his fingers and tongue, and got her in such a state that she pleaded with him to fuck her. He lifted her legs, spreading them as wide as they would go, and slid his huge cock in. She gasped. It took her only seconds to get used to having the monster in her, though, and she bucked up and down to get more of Mario inside.

  I became so hard from watching this that I had to whip my stiff dick out of my pants and pump it to relieve the pressure. To make a long story short, over the next three hours Mario fucked Chris every way possible. She was totally out of control, loving every minute. And I wasn’t in much better control watching. My pud took a nonstop pounding.

  A little after midnight, when Chris looked like she couldn’t take any more, Mario got up, dressed, thanked us and left. As it turned out, she did have something left. We had the hottest sex of our marriage.

  The next morning Chris asked if she could see Mario again. I said sure, and she called him right away and made a date to see him the following week. She asked me if it was okay for her to meet him without me being there, promising to give me all the details when she got home. I was still so turned on from the night before that I said okay.

  Since then Chris has been meeting Mario at a hotel in the city after work once or twice a week. The stories she tells me afterward have added new spark to our sex life.

  Mario just called to tell Chris he’s throwing a party in her honor. There will be about ten other couples and a few single guys as well. I can’t wait to hear all about it!

  —L.R., Midland, Texas

  HER NEW CYBERSEX FRIENDS KNEW EXACTLY HOW TO FEED HER GROWING VIRTUAL APPETITE

  My name is Barbi and I live in a small midwestern farm town with my husband. It’s a quaint town, but it can be dull and boring. I’m not easily amused and I need a lot of stimulation, so I’ve learned to pass the time by surfing the Internet. It’s no substitute for the attention I crave, but I enjoy it. One hot summer’s evening, my husband was working late and it was too humid to sit outside and wait for him, so I decided to stay inside our air-conditioned house and surf the Internet.

  I entered one of my favorite chat rooms and had a private conversation with a couple I will call, Betsey and Paul. At first I thought I was chatting with a lone woman. As we chatted more, I discovered that she was just as horny as I was, and often used the Web to relieve boredom and increase sexual fantasies. We also found that we both owned webcams and liked being involved in on-line sexual encounters.

  She said she had blonde hair, blue eyes, long, sexy legs and considered herself a BBW—big beautiful woman. Her measurements were 42-34-46, which are similar to mine. She wanted to know if I’d ever been with a female and if I was bisexual. I told her I was not bisexual and had never had an actual sexual encounter with a woman, other than online sex, however, I was turned on by the idea.

  She asked if I wanted to play with our webcams and I said yes. I confided in her that although I felt I am sexy as hell, I had reservations about showing my body on camera. She said she would be the judge of that and asked if I had a picture of myself. I sent her a picture and figured she would end the chat after seeing me. But she typed back that she looked at my hot, sexy picture and wanted to climb through my computer and prove to me that I was both beautiful and sexy. She said we could use voice chat until I was comfortable with more than that.

  I was aroused by the thought and my pussy dripped and my clit throbbed. I told her a little about myself and she replied that she would love to cater to my needs and help me relieve some of my stress and pain. She said I was to stop what I was doing because, “We want to distract you.”

  I asked her, “Did you say ‘we?’”

  She explained that her husband was sitting next to her listening and he was horny as hell.

  “Let’s turn him on,” she insisted.

  I replied, “Let’s go for it. It sounds like it could be fun.”

  We entered voice chat where she said I should listen and wait for her instructions. By this time my panties were soaked. She instructed me to strip slowly, and once I had removed my bra, I was to suck my tits loud enough for them to hear. I was to continue until I was totally naked and then use my sex toys. I had my eight-inch vibrator handy and my pussy was ready for action. It was wet and dripped like a faucet. When Betsey instructed me to use the vibrator, I could hear her moving around and moaning softly. She said her husband’s cock was hard and she was horny.

  I licked my lips and moaned softly. She told me to run the vibrator from my swollen clit to my puckered asshole. She was fully excited and her voice quivered when she spoke. Then I heard her husband tell her to spread her legs and give him the vibrator, so he could taste her pussy as he used it on her. I was excited and almost came, but I waited to come with her.

  Betsey said not to slide the vibrator in my ass or pussy, but to tease my ass until it relaxed. I fingered my pussy and encircled my asshole with the vibrator. It was relaxed and opened as if to say, “Fuck me now.”

  I could tell Betsey would come soon. She told me not to come yet, but to slowly slide as much of the vibrator as I could into my ass and I did as she said. Then I slid it deeper into my ass as my hips moved up and down, and I heard her gasp and scream, “Fuck my ass, Paul. Oh, yes, fuck me.”

  When I heard her shaking voice I screamed, “Oh fuck yes,” as I fucked my ass deep and hard. Soon we were screaming together, “I’m coming.”

  She instructed me to slide the vibrator deep into my pussy while she sucked Paul’s cock and swallowed his sweet juice. Paul wrote that they had traded places and Betsey was kneeling in front of him eagerly sucking his hard, nine-inch cock. He told her to lick his cock like a lollipop and to encircle his head with her tongue. Paul was so a
roused that his breathing increased as he got closer to coming. But, Betsey stopped and warned him, “Don’t come yet.”

  I heard her lips slurping as she licked and sucked him for what seemed like ten minutes. I rubbed my hard, juicy clit as I told Betsey I wished I could suck her clit while she sucked Paul’s dick. By then she had sucked him whole and had her finger deep in his ass. I heard Paul yell out with pleasure as he shot his load deep in her throat and she sucked harder to get every sweet drop. I couldn’t contain myself any longer and I yelled, “Oh yes, I’m coming, I’m coming.”

  Paul then said that he wished he could lick my clit and asshole. I replied, “Oh yes, I wish I was straddling your lips and you were drinking my juices.” I said it was a good thing I was sitting on a huge towel because I hadn’t come this hard since my husband found my G-spot.

  Betsey signed offline for a while because they wanted to keep going with just the two of them. I amused myself by using a mirror to watch as I continued to rub my clit.

  When we resumed chatting, Betsey said they wished we were in the same room. I told her my husband was hesitant about swapping or seeing me with others. She said, “We can help solve that problem. Maybe we can get together when we’re on vacation.” I laughed and we signed off vowing to get together again soon.

  Later that night I told my husband about the encounter, but I did not mention meeting Betsey and Paul. I was skeptical of his reaction, but I underestimated him. I have never seen his dick get so hard, so fast. He told me that he secretly wanted to watch me with another woman while he masturbated. Then he undressed me and fucked me for the next two hours. If I’d known he’d get that hot from hearing about my cybersex encounter, I’d have told him a long time ago.

  The next day when my husband was preparing to leave for work, he winked at me and said, “I get off early tonight and then I’m all yours for a couple of days. We can do whatever you want.” I’ve been dripping wet all evening thinking of things we can do on and off line. I’ve also been wondering if now is a good time to teach him how to fuck this sweet ass. After all, there’s no time like the present.—B.C.,Tulsa, Oklahoma

  SHE WANTED TO UNLEASH HER SLUT WITHIN SO HE ARRANGED HER OWN PRIVATE GANG BANG

  My sex life was never exciting until I reached my late forties and discovered I could have fun if I experimented. Now I love fucking, but I can’t get enough of it, especially virtual sex.

  My true awakening began when I read a letter in your magazine about a woman who wanted to be a slut for the weekend and her husband agreed. So, I decided to see just how open-minded my husband Gil could be. I took the opportunity to bring up my fantasy one night while we were screwing. I told him I wanted to be a slut for a weekend of getting fucked until my eyes crossed.

  Gil’s lack of response was familiar. I was used to him taking his time to think things over. I was, however, pleasantly surprised by his eventual response. My methodical husband had apparently done research and found a group of swingers in a town sixty miles away. He said the members were professionals, just like us, who wanted the freedom and privacy to explore their fantasies. The Club was selective, safe, and prohibited sex outside the group. They checked us out before inviting us to join, and stipulated that Gil had to join, too, if they were to fulfill my wish of slut for a weekend. The Club insisted that we give it a fair chance and agree to all the rules. It took me five seconds to agree and Gil made the arrangements.

  Two weeks passed and Gil hadn’t mentioned the Club. I wondered if my fantasy weekend would ever happen. Finally one evening after we’d shared a lovely dinner, Gil told me to pack a few things for the weekend because I was going to a time-share in Las Vegas. I asked if I should pack for him as well, but he smiled and said, “This is your ‘weekend.’ I’m not coming, but you will enjoy the company of five male Club members who are going to initiate you.”

  I was so thrilled, I sucked Gil’s generous cock in appreciation. I really wanted him to fuck me, but he said I should save all my lust for the initiation. Instead of fucking, I posed nude for him. We both knew that the next time Gil saw my cunt, it would be full of another man’s juices. So we took a moment to preserve Gil’s pussy unshared. I think he was as excited as I was. He said we would take the after-pictures for our scrapbook when I returned.

  I was so anxious to get the party started that the time seemed to drag on. I tried to occupy my mind and make conversation with Gil, but we both knew I was distracted. Then finally around four o’clock that afternoon, two Club members, Hank and Bryant, arrived to pick me up. The other three men, Frank, Nick, and Bill were going to meet us at the condominium. They were successful businessmen in their late thirties to early fifties who were all in great physical shape. I had no doubt that I was going to get the fucking of my life over the next two days.

  The drive with Hank and Bryant was short and by the time we got to the condo, I felt like I’d known them for years. We exchanged stories about our first sexual experiences. They told me they had drawn straws to see who would get to fuck me in the ass first, if I agreed. That was weird. Here I was driving with men I’d just met and they were telling me that one of them, and maybe all of them, would be fucking me in the ass. I said as long as they were gentle because I don’t enjoy the type of ass pounding done in adult flicks. I prefer nice and slow anal sex. I wanted to know who had won the draw, but they said it was to be a surprise.

  When we arrived at the condo, I was happy to see that the Club had good taste in members as well as in accommodations. I knew I would feel comfortable here. We went inside to get acquainted with the others who were gathered in the living room. We shared some cocktails, but I would have been happy to skip the formalities and get right to the fuckfest.

  Frank broke the ice by explaining what was to be expected during the weekend. He said that their purpose was to give me all the sex I could handle and that they wanted me to be the one to say ‘enough’ instead of them deciding to stop.

  Frank explained that I would be in the bedroom and the men would enter one at a time. This would hopefully put less pressure on me and allow me to thoroughly enjoy each cock. One by one they’d come in and remove a single piece of my clothing while I took the same piece from them. While that was happening in the bedroom, the guys in the living room would remove their same piece of clothing. As soon as I removed my panties, all the guys would come in and I’d get to see each of their cocks for the first time.

  If I became uncomfortable at any point, I would say stop. Little did they know that ‘stop’ was one word I had no intention of letting roll off my lips that weekend. This was what I had looked forward to and I was ready for everything.

  I could tell they all knew how to fuck, I guess it’s just women’s intuition. I took matters into my own hands and said what I wanted up front. I asked for everything in every way and, I wanted to be gang-banged the first night. Just one cock after another fucking me and leaving me full of love juice.

  I went to the bedroom and made myself comfortable. Big Bryant came in first. He was good looking, polite, and oh so fuckable. I gave him a deep tongue kiss—to get his blood flowing. He removed my socks and shoes and I removed his. The sexual tension was so thick the walls seemed to sweat musk. The aroma in the room was seductive. My pussy was juiced and begging to be fucked.

  Bryant left and Nick came in. I could see this initial process was going to be a twat-tease, dick-please kind of game. Nick carefully unbuttoned and removed my blouse. I was excited to be in my bra in front of him—my nipples were erect and peeping through my cups. I helped him remove his shirt and told him I looked forward to having him fill my cunt. I was really getting into being a slut.

  Nick left and Hank came in. He asked if I was ready for the evening and I assured him I was. Hank was apparently the winner of the draw to take me anally. I told him if he could go a second time that night, he could fuck me in the ass in front of the others. I stood up in front of Hank and he unbuttoned my pants and slid them off. My panty-covered pussy
was only inches from his face. I had worn new silk French-cut panties and shaved my cunt. He took a good look then buried his face in my hot crotch. I just wanted Hank to pull them down so I could show him, but he stood up and told me it was time to take off his pants. I unbuttoned his pants and opened them. I could see his hard cock through his shorts and I rubbed it a few times imagining how it would feel deep inside me. The sexual tension between us intensified so quickly that I almost fainted. I saw this as a mere taste of what was yet to come.

  Hank left and opened the door for Bill to enter. The heat was on. Bill wanted me facing away from him. He reached under my arms and fondled my breasts through my bra. Then he unbuttoned my bra and dropped it. He took a step back to admire my fully-exposed tits and hard nipples. He stroked them and took a nipple in his mouth. This was the first time since I had been married that another man, besides my husband, had sucked my breasts.

  The game of removing our clothes was a bit unequal, needless to say, since most men don’t wear bras. Bill was now down to his underwear, so I rubbed his cock through his shorts and thought about him fucking me and filling me with his jism.

  Now the time had come for the final step in the first process. Frank came in with the rest of the guys. They took turns caressing and sucking my breasts. I had both breasts sucked at the same time. The feeling is beyond description to be topless in front of five strangers fondling and sucking my boobs. I was on fire and wanted to be naked and nasty for these guys, yet they took it slow.

  Then Frank called me over to the bed. He wanted me to face the room and the other four guys. My heart was pounding, I was about to be totally naked in front of five guys waiting to fuck me. This was no time for games or shyness. My wish was about to come true—I was to get fucked by them all. Frank slowly slid my panties off. My naked, shaved cunt was now fully visible and I liked the feeling of all these guys looking at me. I was so horny I wanted all five cocks stuck anywhere and everywhere, but they had obviously planned what was to happen next. They surrounded me and rubbed and sucked my boobs and cunt and then finger-fucked me. After they each had a good look at my pussy, they rolled me over and spread my ass cheeks for a better view. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the attention. I wished my husband could have seen me spread wide open, wet and ready to take on multiple cocks. I was thrilled that I had finally revealed my desire to be gang-banged.