Letters to Penthouse XXV

by Penthouse International

  We sat around drinking, talking and watching TV for about two hours, and none of us was feeling any pain when we decided it was about time to hit the sack. I took it for granted that Helen and I were going to have the bed while Cal took one of the soft chairs. But Helen spoke up, her speech slightly slurred. “Hey, the bed’s big enough for the three of us. Don’t worry,” she added with a mischievous grin. “I’ll be between the two of you, so there won’t be any hanky panky.”

  With that, Cal and I watched as my wife untied her robe and pulled it off, revealing her low-cut bra and brief panties. The panties were thin enough to show the large dark patch of pubic hair beneath.

  Helen lay down in the middle of the bed as Cal and I stripped to our shorts. Even with the lights off, the room was fairly bright because of the fresh snow. In fact, it was still snowing.

  I watched Cal crawl into bed next to Helen, turning onto his side to face away from her. I then moved in on her other side. The bed wasn’t as wide as I had thought, and I knew there had to be some body touching between Cal and Helen. But from his heavy breathing I knew that Cal had already fallen asleep, and it didn’t take me long to fall off either.

  During the night I awoke to the feeling of the bed moving slightly. I glanced at the digital clock, which read two-thirty. Turning to my left, I discovered that Helen had turned her body up against Cal’s back as he still faced away from her. Then I saw why the bed was shaking. There was enough light coming in through the window to see that Helen had thrown her right arm over Cal’s waist. I knew where my wife’s hand was, and from the way the top sheet was moving I knew what she was doing to Cal—jacking him off while I was supposed to be asleep. I couldn’t take my eyes away from that rhythmically moving sheet.

  After a minute or so I heard a loud gasping sound escape Cal’s mouth, and then another, and I knew that Helen had been successful in bringing him to orgasm. She must have gotten a handful of Cal’s love cream, for she wiped it clean on the sheet before turning onto her back. I quickly closed my eyes, not wanting my wife to know that I had witnessed her jacking Cal off.

  It was nearly eight when I awoke again. Helen was awake too, though Cal was not, and she now began to get frisky with me. She caressed my bare chest, nibbled and tongued my ear and gave me long passionate kisses on the mouth. Finally she removed her bra and panties and straddled my body. Her foreplay had made me hard, and now she reached for my erect cock and guided it into her warm, wet slit.

  Once we began to move together I knew it would be just a matter of time before Cal would wake up and find us fucking. Sure enough, a minute later he turned around, his eyes widening.

  “May I watch?” he asked.

  “Sure you can,” was Helen’s answer. After that I came quickly, knowing that Cal was watching me fuck my naked wife. With her pussy full of my juice, she leaned down and kissed me, then sat upright, with my dick still up her cunt. Her nipples stood out hard and erect on her firm tits, and I could see Cal admiring them .

  “Would you mind if I took care of Cal?” Helen asked me. I don’t know what answer I would have given, but she didn’t give me a chance. She looked into Cal’s eyes as she said, “Wouldn’t you like to have my wet, warm mouth wrapped around your cock? I bet you’d love to fill my mouth with your load.” Cal kind of gulped, but he looked at me hesitantly. “You don’t have to worry,” Helen reassured him. “My husband has seen me suck other men. Haven’t you, dearest?”

  It was true. About two years before, at a holiday party, a guy named Phil had dared Helen to give him a blowjob. Helen had asked me if it was okay, and I told her to do what she wanted, as long as I could watch. The three of us went into an empty room and locked the door, and I watched my wife suck Phil’s cock and swallow his come. I got very excited, and Helen knew it. But she had never done it again until now.

  Helen pulled the sheet off Cal. He already had a tent in his boxer shorts. I saw stains on them too, and I knew my wife had been the cause of that. Helen told him to take them off.

  “Are you sure you want your husband to watch me fuck your mouth?” Cal asked.

  “Take ’em off,” Helen said again.

  Cal pulled his shorts off, his large hard cock aiming at the ceiling. I watched Helen kneel between his legs, and then she was licking at the underside of his long shaft. Within a minute, Cal had his cock engulfed fully by my wife’s hungry mouth. My own dick was soon hard again as I watched her suck him deeply, taking him all the way into her throat, her lips kissing the flesh around his cock with each downward stroke. When Cal exploded in her mouth, she gulped down his come, then turned to me. I couldn’t hide my excitement, and she took me into her still sticky mouth and sucked me off too.

  Within an hour the three of us were on the highway, on our way to Maine.—J.G., Boston, Massachusetts

  HE WANTED TO SEE HIS WIFE WITH A BLACK MAN, SO SHE GANG-BANGED FOUR OF THEM

  My wife Nora and I have been married for four years. Nora is a knockout blonde of twenty-five, two years younger than I am. She has striking blue eyes, 36C breasts, a heart-shaped ass and a firm, toned body. She was a cheerleader in college, and needless to say, I was very lucky to snag her.

  About two years ago we started sharing our fantasies. I told her I often fantasized about her fucking a black guy, and she confessed that she had the very same fantasy. She went on to tell me that she had been chatting on line with a black guy by the name of Lester, who had offered to bring some friends over to use her fresh white pussy. I was shocked to hear her talk this way, and even more shocked at my raging hard-on as she went on to ask if she could arrange a gang-bang with them for the following weekend. She assured me that it would be safe, as Lester seemed to be very nice. I didn’t know what to say, but the thought aroused me so much that I told her to go ahead. But I didn’t really believe she would do it.

  The next day Nora told me she had arranged for Lester and his friends to come over that Saturday at six o’clock. She explained that she and Lester had agreed upon a few rules. First, I could watch all I wanted, but I wouldn’t be able to fuck her until Lester and his buddies (we still did not know how many) were finished with her. Second, she said the guys would not be wearing rubbers, and they would all come inside her as often as they wanted. At this point I was so hard that I needed immediate satisfaction, and Nora and I had wild sex.

  On Saturday afternoon Nora started preparing for her gang bang. She ended up wearing a sheer white lace bra with thong panties and a see-through camisole. She was incredibly beautiful, and smelled of roses.

  At six o’clock we heard the doorbell ring, and I stood in the hallway and watched as Nora answered the door. Lester had brought three friends, so there were four of them in all. They were all black, and I was stunned by their size—they all looked to be at least six feet six inches tall. It turned out that they were students at the local college, and all of them were on the basketball team.

  Lester greeted my wife with a kiss and a brief squeeze of her ass. He then introduced each of his friends. The first, Chet, kissed Nora, using his tongue while he squeezed her right tit gently. The next one, Leroy, wrapped both arms around her and kissed her fiercely. Finally Patrick, who had to be at least seven feet tall, simply bent down and pecked her very gently on the mouth.

  Lester then came up to me with his arm around Nora, stuck out his hand and introduced himself, saying that he really appreciated the invitation to fuck my wife. He said he hoped it would be a weekend to remember. It turned out to be just that.

  After the introductions we all sat down and had a beer, making some innocuous small talk as I watched our four guests eyeing my wife appreciatively. Finally Nora came right out and asked if anyone wanted to fuck her. Lester was the first to say yes, and Nora led him to the bedroom, with the rest of us following.

  Nora began undressing Lester, which seemed to be the cue for the rest of them to get naked as well. They were all hard, and I got another shock when I noticed how big their cocks were. I had always thought
the belief that black cocks were bigger was a myth, but these were huge! Patrick had the biggest one—it looked to be at least twelve inches long and two inches wide.

  I couldn’t help stroking my own dick as I watched Lester strip off Nora’s bra and panties. She had his big dick in her right hand as all of them surrounded her, playing with her tits and kissing her all over. Leroy started telling her what a sweet piece she was, and that she was going to get fucked. Chet, Patrick and Lester went on fingering her tits and cunt as she stood there, causing her to whimper and moan, while Leroy got behind her and rubbed his dick up and down her ass crack.

  I could see Nora’s juices running down her right leg as I sat down in a chair across the room. She was in ecstasy as they all fingered and groped her. Suddenly Lester said, “Let’s fuck this hot white cunt.” With that they put her in the middle of our king-size bed and spread her out. Chet was on her right side, Leroy on her left and Patrick was bending over her and kissing her as Lester mounted her body. She looked like a tiny doll surrounded by all those huge black men, but her moans of passion were strong and lusty as Lester fed his long dick into her oozing pussy.

  Nora was more carried away than I had ever seen her before. As Lester pushed his shaft further inside her, she gasped out, “Somebody put a dick in my mouth!” Patrick flopped his monster across her lips and she began to kiss and lick it, trying to get its thick bulk into her mouth. Now Lester began to fuck her hard, slamming at her until Nora pulled her mouth from Patrick’s cock and yelled out, “I’m coming!” Her whole body spasmed as wave after wave of orgasm rocked her.

  Lester now stiffened all over. “Oh yeah, you sweet white fuck!” he yelled as he filled her pussy with a massive load of spunk.

  As soon as Lester pulled his still-pulsing dick out of my wife, Leroy took his place, ramming his rock-hard dick all the way in, causing Lester’s come to spill out around it. Nora was now well lubed with her own juice and Lester’s spunk, and Leroy began to slam-fuck my beautiful wife even harder than Lester had, to her obvious delight.

  The precision with which these four guys fucked my wife was hard to believe. After Leroy brought her to orgasm and shot his load, Chet took his place in her pussy almost without missing a stroke. Finally Patrick took his turn at Nora’s cunt. He worked as much of his huge pole inside her as he could, but he still had about an inch left over when he hit bottom.

  They also took turns feeding their dicks into her mouth, and they constantly sucked her gorgeous tits and played with her ass as she was being fucked.

  Nora came twice on Patrick’s monster dick, and by the time the first round of fucking was over her pussy was open and soaking wet, completely full of their come. Nora seemed to be in absolute heaven. Before round two began, it was agreed that I could fuck my wife’s sloppy pussy, which I did eagerly. Her cunt had never been as hot as it was just then, and it wasn’t long before I had added my come to theirs.

  This fuckfest lasted all night and into Sunday afternoon. We fucked Nora in every way possible, and she never stopped urging us on. We would occasionally take a short break to eat and drink, and then we would go right back to the fucking.

  When the guys finally took off Sunday afternoon, Nora was completely fucked out, and my dick was so sore that I could not have sex for a week. Nora needed only four days to recover, however, and when Leroy dropped in on us on Thursday night, she happily fucked him again.

  This all started two years ago, and Nora now has a whole group of black studs. About once a month we have a train or a gang bang. Nora’s record is sixteen different dicks in a twenty-four hour period. Nora and I are very happy with this arrangement, and we love each other more than ever.—T.L.,Tulsa, Oklahoma

  A SEXY OLDER WOMAN CAN BE A BIG TURN-ON, ESPECIALLY IF HER HUSBAND IS WATCHING

  My wife Liz and I just returned from spending two weeks in Aruba. It was our retirement vacation. I’m sixty-three and my wife is sixty. But she has the figure of a much younger woman, and still looks great in a bathing suit, even a bikini.

  During our vacation we spent a lot of time at the pool, mostly just sunbathing in the deck chairs, and I noticed that my wife got a lot of stares. There was one fellow in particular who ogled her continually. He was in his early thirties and built like a Greek god. I didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to know that this young guy had the hots for my wife.

  At dinner one evening I told Liz that I had been watching this young man staring at her and filling his eyes. Liz just laughed. But we were a long way from home, and I felt like trying something new and exciting. Specifically, I wanted to watch my wife get fucked by a stranger.

  Before going to bed that evening Liz and I had a long and serious talk. I told her frankly that my one remaining wish concerning our married life was to see her screw another guy. Liz didn’t say much at first, but she listened closely. I had no idea how she would react, but I was pleasantly surprised when she finally announced that she would grant me my wish. I was so excited that I had trouble falling asleep that night.

  The next day I struck up a conversation with the young man, whose name was Brad. I didn’t hesitate or beat around the bush; I came right out and asked him if he would like to fuck my wife.

  “You bet I would!” was Brad’s answer. I then told him to come over to our condo at eight o’clock, and Liz would be his. I told him that part of the deal was that I got to watch, and Brad said that was no problem at all.

  Liz seemed quite relaxed about the whole thing. I was the one who was nervous. She wore one of those long tropical dresses, very colorful, with a plunging neckline showing plenty of cleavage. It was obvious that she was braless, her large nipples pushing out against the soft material.

  It was eight sharp when we heard the soft knock at the door. I got up to answer it, but Liz beat me there. She greeted Brad sweetly and brought him into the living room, where they both sat across from me on the large sofa. As soon as they sat down, Brad’s arm went around my wife’s shoulders.

  We sat shooting the breeze for the next half-hour or so. And then at one point I saw Brad’s large hand creep down from Liz’s shoulder to cup her breast, his fingers kneading her tit. Suddenly the room become dead silent. Liz stared straight ahead as Brad played with her tit. Since she was braless, he was getting a good feel of that firm breast. I felt my cock jump in my pants.

  Then Brad’s other hand went to Liz’s knees and began to pull her long skirt upward slowly. At least a minute went by before he had exposed her bare knees, and at that point the hand slipped under the material of the skirt. Now I was no longer able to see that hand, but I could see its movement under the skirt as it slid higher and higher, bringing the skirt to mid-thigh.

  Suddenly Liz made a jerking movement, as if caught by surprise, and I knew that Brad had reached my wife’s pussy with his searching hand. Liz did not make eye contact with me. In fact, she closed her eyes now as Brad played between her legs, his other hand still kneading her breast. I wondered if she had panties on.

  I was surprised at the calmness with which my wife sat there allowing this stranger to play with her twat in front of me. And now she began very slowly to open her legs, giving him ample room to get a good feel. She even began to squirm slightly, showing me how much she was enjoying what he was doing to her.

  Liz’s skirt had now ridden up high enough that I could see that she was indeed wearing panties. My cock grew stiffer than ever as I was now able to see Brad’s busy hand as it played so boldly with my wife’s pussy.

  Brad’s other hand had been tugging at the top of Liz’s dress, and now he pulled it down far enough to expose her breasts, their nipples swollen to the size of pencil erasers. His head moved forward and I watched as he worked my wife’s tits over with his mouth, leaving her breasts and nipples wet with his saliva.

  Now Brad shifted a bit on the sofa, and then he had both hands under her skirt, and Liz was raising her ass as he pulled her panties down. I watched with pleasure as he slid them over her ankles and threw
them aside. Quickly his hand went back under the skirt, and now I was watching my wife being finger-fucked there in front of me. Liz was in a daze of pleasure, and I wondered if she was even still aware that I was just a few feet away, watching her.

  Brad was teasing her now, building her up but not allowing her to climax. Each time she was on the brink of orgasm he would remove his fingers from her vagina, making her wait and intensifying her need. “Damn you,” I heard her say as once more he stopped his stroking just as she was about to come.

  Liz suddenly reached out to Brad’s crotch. Her hand found the bulge in his pants and her fingers moved, stroking his cock through the material. She then tried to unzip his fly with one hand, but was not successful. Brad helped her, removing his hand from her crotch and unzipping himself, then placing the hand up between her legs again.

  Liz was breathing hard. I watched as she reached into Brad’s open pants, her hand searching briefly, and then pulling out his huge, swollen cock. Her eyes widened when they fell on his massive stiffness, and ever so slowly she began to move the foreskin up and down, her gaze never wandering from that throbbing pole.

  Then my wife really surprised me. She lowered her head and kissed Brad’s cock, once, twice, three times, and then I watched in disbelief as she took his manhood into her mouth, sucking it from stem to stern. Brad arched his back, his mouth wide open and gasping. His free hand cupped the back of her head as my moaning wife sucked him up and down, again and again, until with a great groan he pumped his load into her mouth, down her throat and into her stomach. Liz took every drop and came up licking her lips.

  There was no more teasing. Brad promptly returned the favor, and what a thrill it was to see his head between my wife’s legs, his mouth and tongue busy at her dripping slit. Liz proceeded to have the wildest orgasm she’d experienced in the past forty years.