They never did get around to actually fucking that night, but nobody was complaining. And now that we’ve started experimenting, who knows what the future may hold?—S.P., Trenton, New Jersey
SHE WASN’T INTO IT UNTIL PENTHOUSE LETTERS SHOWED HER WHAT SHE WAS MISSING
I’ve written to you before about my sexy wife Louise, and how much she loved it when I finally persuaded her to have sex with our very well-hung friend Ed. When she did, she enjoyed that gigantic thick prick of his so much that she fucked him regularly twice a month. Each time, after Ed and Louise fucked themselves silly for hours, I would jump on my wife and finish her off, leaving three well-fucked friends thoroughly satisfied and dragging their tails.
Well, two months ago Ed moved away, and now that Louise was so crazy about sex, I thought she was ready for my next and biggest fantasy—watching her fuck a well-hung black man.
I made the suggestion one night as I was fucking her. Just as she was ready to come I said, “Honey, how about getting a good-looking black dude with a giant cock to take Ed’s place and really fuck you good while I watch. That’s been my secret fantasy!”
Louise didn’t say anything until she finished coming, and when she did she didn’t seem so crazy about the idea. But the more I thought about watching some huge black salami pumping in and out of my wife’s hot pussy, as she nibbled on his tits and rubbed her hands all over his well-developed body, hollering, “Oh yes, fuck me good!”—the more I wanted to see it happen. Every time I thought about it I would get an enormous hard-on. So I hit on a plan.
I had to go away for a few days on business. Before I left I picked out half a dozen of your magazines, each of which had at least two stories about white women being soundly fucked by very well-hung black guys. I left the magazines on the table alongside the couch, where my wife couldn’t miss seeing them. I knew she would read them all by the time I got back.
When I arrived home around noon on the fourth day, I walked directly into the living room, and sure enough, there was my lovely horny wife, lying bare-ass naked and reading the last of the magazines as she sipped from a half-filled martini glass.
“Surprise!” I hollered, rushing over and bending down to suck on one of Louise’s inch-long nipples.
After a few minutes of French-kissing as I was getting my clothes off, Louise said, “Honey, you and your fucking magazines! Did you leave all these Penthouse Letters here so I could read all about black guys with huge pricks fucking all these white women?”
I just grinned at her.
“Well, damn you, you sure as hell succeeded!” Louise said. “Reading all about those black dudes with those enormous pricks, I’ve decided to fuck one myself, if you still want me to. But only if he is nice-looking and really well hung!”
I was so hot now, knowing that my ultimate fantasy was about to come true, that I jumped on her without another word, and it only took about ten pumps for me to explode deep inside Louise’s hot and unusually juicy cunt. What a homecoming!
Louise and I run a newsstand not far from our home, and one of our regular customers was a handsome, light-skinned black guy named Arthur. I knew that Louise thought he was good looking, and when I suggested that we ask him if he wanted to be the guy, her eyes lit up. So one night when Arthur came by, I invited him to go for a drink after I closed up, saying I had something to ask him.
There was a nude beach not far from the city, where Louise and I often went. So when Arthur and I were seated in a nearby bar with our drinks, I asked him if he had ever been there. He said he hadn’t. I said maybe he would like to go with us sometime, and when he looked surprised, I hit him with it. I said, “Arthur, Louise and I have been talking a lot about you lately, and the fact is, I think she wants to try a threesome with you. How do you feel about it?”
Arthur stared at me. “You’re joking, right?” he said.
“No, I’m serious. Now, here’s my plan. Tomorrow Louise and I are going to the nude beach.” I described just where we would be, on a secluded portion of the beach. “I won’t tell Louise about this, because I think she will like it better if it’s a surprise. But we’ll be there around eleven o’clock, so if you happen to come along at that time, we can go from there and see what happens.”
“You sure you’re serious?” Arthur said.
“I’m very serious. My wife is really up for fucking a black dude, and you are elected to be the first one.”
Arthur said he would be there. I didn’t tell Louise about that conversation, but when I suggested that we go to the beach I think she suspected that something was up, though she didn’t ask about it. We got to the beach around ten, and by eleven o’clock Louise was lying on her back with her tits bare, though she still had on her white short-shorts.
“Oh, my God!” Louise said suddenly. “Look, there’s Arthur!” And sure enough, there he was as planned, wearing a pair of bathing shorts. Louise rolled over on her stomach and gave me a wicked grin; she knew I had set this up all right.
Arthur came over, and we invited him to join us for a drink or two. After the third one, Louise turned over on her back and said, “Hey, you guys, it’s really getting hot. Can someone pull my shorts off for me?”
Arthur hesitated, so I moved to pull them down, and as I did I said, “Hey Arthur, why don’t you take a picture of Louise and me with the Polaroid?”
“Yeah,” Louise said. “And how about we take a nude picture of Arthur too? Come on, Arthur, get those things off.”
I winked at him as he wasted little time getting naked. I had a big, visible hard-on. Arthur might have thought it was from pulling Louise’s shorts off, but actually it was the thought of watching his big black balls bouncing off my wife’s ass.
As Arthur took his shorts off, what bounced out was the longest, thickest, hardest black prick either my wife or I had ever seen. Louise’s eyes opened wide, and she hollered, “My God, it’s so big and beautiful!” With that she reached out and pulled him down beside her. Arthur’s hands went to her tits, and then they were kissing, their tongues probing at each other’s mouth.
When they broke the kiss, Louise lowered her head and licked a drop or two of precome off that wonderful golden-brown monster. She then opened her mouth wide and started bobbing her head up and down, taking it in gradually, inch by inch. I could see that Arthur was getting hotter then hell, and so was I. His hands moved over her body and he shoved a finger up her ass. All of us were going crazy—Louise sucking cock with all her might, Arthur jerking his hips up and down and pumping his finger at her asshole, and me with the biggest hard-on I have ever had, standing over them, jacking off and hollering “That’s it honey, take it all the way to his balls!”
Louise opened her mouth as wide as she could, one hand stroking Arthur’s huge black balls and the other stroking his shaft, until finally she took every last inch down her throat. Arthur now had two fingers up her ass. Suddenly he stiffened, pushing that throbbing missile deeper into her throat as he shot his huge load of come. At the same time I blew my load over both of them. As I finished I stooped down to kiss Louise, tasting Arthur’s come as well as my own.
“Come on, you guys,” Louise said, wiping all the thick jism off her face. “I haven’t come yet, so somebody fuck me now!” She then turned over onto all fours as Arthur jumped at the chance. He mounted her and, grabbing both of her huge tits, pushed that great big prick into her cunt. Louise urged him on, saying, “Right there, Arthur, right there!” He kept pushing, and then his cock went in up to his balls. Louise shrieked out her pleasure, and then began to moan as he pulled out and slid in again. Soon he was pumping away, stroking her full-length, his balls slapping against my wife’s ass time and time again.
Louise was yelling now. “My God, oh my God, it feels so good! Don’t stop, bury that beautiful black prick deep inside me and don’t ever take it out!” As he stiffened and blew his second load, hot come oozed out of her pussy and ran down her legs. He finally pulled out, and Louise turned over, grabbed his s
till very hard cock and sucked him dry.
What a fucking day! Louise now fucks Arthur every chance she gets, and I think she is almost at the point where she is ready to fuck some of his friends at the same time. That’s my next fantasy.
—Name and address withheld
HE HOPED A CRUISE WOULD LOOSEN HER UP. BUT JUST HOW LOOSE CAN A GIRL GET?
“Yes, I did get fucked on my cruise. And fucked and fucked and fucked. Just like you predicted. I would never have believed how absolutely great it would be!”
These were the first words of my beautiful wife Effie as I greeted her on her return from a ten-day cruise.
I could hardly believe this positive turn of events. My gorgeous, very sexy wife had had virtually no interest in sex for the past decade. If I was lucky we made love maybe twice a month, missionary position only. After about three minutes she would invariably ask, “Are you almost through?”
When she had been invited on a cruise with two long-time female friends, I encouraged her to go, with the hope that she might get caught up in the romance and glamour of an ocean cruise. I knew it was a near certainty that she would get hit on, and by a variety of men. It always happens wherever we go, even when I’m with her. I was not as sure about Effie relaxing her strong inhibitions, though. But I went so far as to voice my hope that she would become involved in a torrid affair or two, which might reawaken her sensuality and open the gates to a more active sex life. Little did I know how wide her gates would be opened.
“Who was the lucky guy?” I asked, after recovering from my surprise.
“Guy? I had three steady guys every night. And plenty of others during the day. I couldn’t even keep up with all the guys who wanted me. On my last night out I gang-banged a dozen of them. One of my three steadies—he was the captain of the cruise ship—suggested I accept bids for the last night. The twelve highest bidders won, and each got his place in the rotation according to bid level.”
Effie went on to tell me of the wide range of ages among the men she had taken on, from elderly retired types to young bucks, mostly heirs to family fortunes. She had even copped a cherry, that of an eighteen-year-old who was treated to his participation in the gang bang by his wealthy father (also a participant). Another man had unexpectedly showed up with his attractive forty-year-old wife, and the two ladies had introduced each other into the joys of lesbian sex.
All during the cruise Effie had received a continual series of propositions, including many offers of generous gifts, most of which she had refused. “My pussy can only take so much,” she explained. “But I found out that it can take a hell of a lot more than twice a month! From now on it will need fucking every single day, and from a variety of guys. I will give you some action, but you’ll be only one of many. I’ll also be going on a cruise every three months from now on.”
I was both amazed and delighted when my formerly frigid wife so calmly and confidently stated this plan of hers. In a way my scheme had backfired on me, but I really had no complaint; this arrangement was far better than nothing, which was what I’d had before. “Sounds great to me!” was my enthusiastic response.
I now slide into that beautiful lady at least three times a week—when she’s home—and we make passionate love like never before.—J.L, Miami, Florida
YOUNG GUYS MAY BE AT THEIR PEAK SEXUALLY, BUT THEY HAVE A LOT TO LEARN
My sexy blonde wife of ten years has large boobs but is remarkably slim for a thirty-year-old mother of four. (I’m forty-three.) Ginny’s sex drive has increased steadily over the last two years, while mine has reversed. She says a woman of thirty and a man of eighteen are both at their sexual peak.
I’ve never been able to have sex more than twice a week. Ginny brought dildos and vibrators to bed to substitute for me the other five nights a week—and sometimes after I’ve finished.
We read Penthouse Letters and enjoy all the letters, especially the “slutty wife takes stud lover” ones. We used to fantasize about Ginny fucking someone else, and talked it through during sex. She knew it would keep my cock hard.
Six months later we progressed to actually trying it. We agreed we’d only do it away from home, so we booked a suite, the largest in the hotel, to try our plan. There were several places in the suite where I could hide to witness my beautiful wife getting serviced.
Ginny has always been attracted to younger men, and she said that was her choice. The hotel is near a sports arena. A lot of fans were staying overnight after a big game. We headed to the bar separately, each with our own room key. She was wearing a small white skirt and a blue silk top. We are fairly well off, and all her clothes are designer. She is a classy lady, which any man would love to have.
Around ten, two guys about nineteen or twenty started chatting with her. She was really teasing them, and even I noticed their erections. She signaled to me, and I left to hide.
Ten minutes later they entered the suite—not two, but four of them. They were all staying in the same room to split the cost. They talked about my wife among themselves as if she wasn’t there.
She said, “You can do anything you want to me.” She looked so beautiful. She asked if they had girlfriends. Two did; both girls were eighteen-year-old cheerleaders. The other two guys were still looking.
I could tell Ginny was worried they wouldn’t like her body. After four children, she’s not exactly like an eighteen-year-old. They started to strip her. When her bra was removed, they said things like, “Look at her tits. They’re saggy.”
From my vantage point, I could see Ginny’s face. I saw that she was not enjoying their comments.
They pushed her onto the large bed. She went to remove her shoes and was told to leave them on. She made a point of taking them off. I smiled. The guys went for her silky white G-string, stretching it every which way until inevitably it ripped. She was panting now, and her chest was heaving.
Ginny let the guys pull her legs as far apart as they would go. Their mouths all dropped as they stared at her womanhood.
“Fucking hell, she’s got a big cunt,” one of them said.
“Bloody hell,” another said. “Let’s have a look.”
I could see that Ginny wasn’t pleased, and wondered how much more she would put up with. One guy pulled her open pussy to the left while the other pulled the other lip to the right, fully exposing her. They were enthralled, looking right inside my beautiful, intelligent, classy wife as she lay there lustfully waiting in just her diamond jewelry.
They kept talking about her big cunt while her slit dripped juice onto her anus below. Now they were talking about blowjobs. I imagined that having four young cocks at her disposal would appeal to Ginny. They got her on her knees on the bed and lined up. While she sucked the first guy, the others moved behind her and opened her legs. She looked beautiful in doggie position.
They stretched her pussy more, and stuck their fingers in. One hero said, “I can only get one finger in my girlfriend, and all four in her.”
Now they took turns shoving fingers as far in Ginny as they could. From the purring sounds she made, I could tell she was loving it, and the guy she was sucking was the beneficiary of this pleasure. He soon shot his load in her mouth, and another guy took his turn.
Noting some come that had splattered on her face, this genius said, “What a spunky slut!”
Ginny spat out his cock and said with notable poise and elegance, “Do you little pissbrains want to get your rocks off, or what?”
The mood changed. She resumed sucking off the yokel she’d been working on, and when she sucked him dry, number three took his place, followed in turn by four. He didn’t come in her mouth, though. He pulled out and went round back, still working his cock.
“It’s about time one of you showed a little imagination,” she said approvingly.
“Open her cunt,” he said to his friends, and again they pulled her outer lips apart as far as they’d go. But he didn’t fuck her. He worked his cock half an inch from her open cunt and said, �
��Watch me fire my spunk in this slut.” He came, and a continuous streak of come disappeared in her.
The four heroes all started to dress, and my wife just lay there on the bed staring at them. They were chatting about the big game. None of them seemed to have any interest in fucking her.
One happened to glance at Ginny, lying with her legs spread, and cried, “Look! Your come is dribbling out.” Evidently none of them had seen this with their girlfriends.
I recognized the look on my wife’s face. It’s a look I try not to mess with, ever.
“Don’t you want to take a closer look?” she said, still surprisingly calm.
They gathered round and watched as a pool of come dribbled onto the bed. One of them theorized that the slacker a pussy is, the more the come would dribble out. The others agreed.
Finally Ginny blew, but still with surprising dignity and calm. “Lick it up, you little snotrags,” she said. “Go ahead. Every drop.”
They looked at each other.
“It’s no wonder only two of you have girlfriends. And God knows I feel sorry for those girls. A woman should have her head examined for letting any one of you touch her. Now lick up all your little boys’ come, and then get the fuck out of here.”
I couldn’t believe it, but that is precisely what they did! As they scrambled out, Ginny said, “What was that saying about youth being wasted on the young?”
To my great relief, she was laughing.
“Well, for God’s sake,” she said, “could I at least get a real cock up my cunt?” That I was able to do.
—H.O., Kansas City, Missouri
IF THEY’RE SMART, AND HOT, THEY’VE PROBABLY ALREADY THOUGHT ABOUT SWAPPING
Hank and I have been together for over ten years. I work with Leslie, who’s married to John, an athletically built guy with curly blond hair. Leslie and I work out together during our lunch hour and have after-work drinks a few times a week.
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