Trisha was still sitting on the bed when I stood before her, brushed her nipples with my cock, lubricated the valley between her breasts with her juice, then carefully breast-fucked her for a while. She took my cock in her mouth and gave it a good sucking, then sucked my hairless balls for a while, nearly bringing me to orgasm. All the while I was very much aware of Kyle and Connie watching us intently.
Trisha sensed I was getting ready, and wanted me inside her. She slipped onto the bed, grabbed my cock, and moaned that she needed me in her now. I teased her with the head of my cock on her clit, then thrust myself in as deep as I could go. Together we worked the timeless rhythm of life, faster and harder. I leaned in to her ear and asked where she wanted me. Should I come inside her, or should I give our friends a show and blast my come on her teats?
“Come all over me,” she said.
It didn’t take long before that’s exactly what I did. I blasted three hard shots all over her breasts and shoulders, and a bit on her face. I was amazed how hard I came. Must have been the audience that inspired me.
My coming seemed to tip Connie over. She called out that she was coming, too. I realized she had been masturbating while watching us! She moved to Trisha and began to lick my come off her breasts and face. When she was finished, she kissed Trisha passionately.
I called a break, saying I would bring us all some water while we recovered and planned to live out our next fantasy. I went to the kitchen to pour a pitcher of water, and was almost done when Connie walked up to me in all her glory. I gave her a good looking over.
She noticed. “Like what you see?” she said. My semihard cock gave me away. She walked right up to me, our bodies touching at the waist, and gave me a hug. She said thanks for opening our lives to them. I had to adjust my cock so it stood up straight between us.
Connie gave me a stronger hug and said she loved the feel of a hard cock. “I’ve never seen a guy with a shaved cock before,” she said, “and I just have to give it a taste. Do you mind?”
She knelt in front of me and took my cock in her mouth. I thought I was going to faint. I reached for a chair, sat down, and let her have her way with me. Far from me to complain as she gave my cock and balls a thorough suck. After a few minutes she stood up and said, “I just have to have this inside me.”
I turned Connie around so she faced away from me and had her sit down on my lap. She got the hint and impaled herself on my cock. Soon she was bouncing up and down on me, getting closer to orgasm by the second. On one upswing I lifted her up and had her turn to me. She resumed sitting on me, but now I could take her wonderful small breasts in my mouth.
At least I could try. She was working her whole body up and down my cock, and now her orgasm took over. She called out loud that she was coming, and then clamped onto me while she shuddered.
Yes, the lady came!
After a few moments Connie realized that I was still hard, that I hadn’t come yet. “Oh glory,” she said, “there’s more!”
By this time we could hear distinctive moaning coming from the nearby bedroom, so we knew Trisha and Kyle were getting their fair share too. We went back to the bedroom to watch, and caught Trisha riding Kyle. She was in her favorite position, on top, a position that causes her to come in sequential wet orgasms, one after another.
Under the right circumstances, Trisha can come again and again, flooding towels placed under her partner. Tonight was one of those times, and lucky for us there happened to be a towel under Kyle. She was riding away one quick orgasm after another. I’ve never known a woman who could do that, and she was in full-throttle mode tonight.
Kyle lasted a little longer this time, but he soon thrust up harder and emptied a load of come in my love. She collapsed onto him, then rolled off him and onto her back, covered in sweat and come.
“Someone needs a bath,” I said.
Connie took this as a hint and leaned over the bed to give Trisha a kiss and to start cleaning her up. Connie’s beautiful ass came up into view, and I couldn’t resist. I leaned her over a little farther and slipped my hard-on into her hot box. She moaned away as I worked to finish what we had started in the kitchen. In a few moments I was ready and asked Connie where she wanted me to come. She said she had to feel me inside her. She wanted me to fill her full of come. I did the best I could, giving her all I had and more. It was a joy for us both as we came in a rush of warmth.
A great night was had by all. The four of us spent the next hour or so lounging in bed nude, talking of our lives, loves, and sex. We were always touching one another or ourselves. I even got to play with another man’s cock, which I had never done before. And Trisha got to taste another woman, something she had always wanted to do.
It was a magical evening, one that changed our lives. It provided us with a great loving friendship and a wonderful weekend of wild sex—indoors, outdoors and in the car, on the way to dinner and again on the way back. We took turns mashing the backseat of our rental car. Connie and Kyle literally had a ball in the backseat as I tried to drive the few miles to town; Trisha and I enjoyed a passionate fuck on the way back. I hope the rental-car company appreciated our not smoking in the car. There wasn’t much else we didn’t do.
We four are still great friends, and get together to relive the magic once a year. I still can’t golf my way out of a paper bag, but I sure can run across a fairway fast enough!
—B.R., Windsor, Ontario
He Was a Whiz With Computers, and That Wasn’t His Only Talent
I had never had any sexual experience with anyone except my husband—and we became grandparents a couple of years ago! We’ve been reading Penthouse Letters for over a year. We enjoyed the stories but believed they were fantasies. However, what happened to me recently was unbelievable but real.
For years Harry has liked to take pictures of me in sexy dresses or in the nude with a Polaroid camera. The size of the print is small, and the result when scanned wasn’t very good. Recently he bought a digital camera and started to take pictures of me with it.
Usually, he likes to prepare my attire with a view toward posting the photos. One of our favorites shows me in a long black wrap-around skirt with a string tied high on my waist. The skirt was made narrow by a pin to show my entire right leg and the hip above. (Of course I’m not wearing anything underneath!) The top is a translucent long-sleeved shirt with a red flower pattern—again tied up at the high waist, with my neckline plunging to the waist. My nipples don’t show, but it’s still extremely sexy.
Harry tried to adjust the color and shading with the computer, but wasn’t very successful. So he called his friend Randy, who’s an expert in computers. One afternoon not two weeks ago Randy showed up at my house and said Harry asked him to come to show him how to adjust the photos. I told him Harry was out of town, and he said he didn’t know. Since he was already in the house and had worked on the computer with Harry lots of times before, I invited him in to check it out.
I took Randy to the study, then went to prepare a cup of tea for him. When I returned, I was shocked to find him working on that favorite photo of ours. He didn’t show any special expression and just said in a professional tone, “The lighting wasn’t good.”
Randy asked if Harry had used a flash. I said I didn’t know much about the camera, and he suggested he take a look at it. I told him Harry took it with him for his work. To my surprise, he asked if I minded him taking a photo of me with his camera. I hesitated, then said okay. Unfortunately, he didn’t have the camera with him. He said he would return with it that evening at eight.
I wasn’t sure what kind of picture he wanted to take, and I was a little edgy. After a light supper, I took a bath, powdered myself with some baby powder, and put on a bit of my favorite perfume, behind the ears, on the sides of my breasts, and on either side of my pussy.
Randy arrived at eight sharp. After a cup of green tea, he asked me to put on the same dress as shown in the famous photo! I was embarrassed and wasn’t sure what to say
. Then I thought, maybe it’s a setup between Harry and Randy. Otherwise why did Randy come while Harry’s away, and why did he use this specific photo? Maybe Harry wanted him to see me in that attire in person!
At this point I said, “You’ll have to help me put on that dress, because the skirt has been modified in such a way that I can’t fix it myself.”
Randy said he would be pleased to help. I went to my bedroom, took off all my clothes, and wrapped the skirt loosely around my waist. Then I put on the flower shirt, leaving the front hanging open. When I returned to the living room, where the original photo was taken, I asked Randy to help me to arrange my clothes and tie the strings in back so I would appear as in the Polaroid. He acted quite professionally, even though he had to touch the skin of my waist in adjusting the skirt.
Then I put on my high heels and stood there half naked for his camera. Using the flash on his camera, he took a number of pictures, in slightly different poses. Then he showed me the images directly from the camera. They were perfect! He asked if I would mind taking a couple more photos, with a bit of adjustment of my dress. When I agreed, he came to me and readjusted the string of the skirt so that most of my pussy was showing!
At that point I thought, since Harry wants to show me to Randy, I’ll just let him see whatever he wants. I didn’t care anymore. I was getting more excited.
I noticed that Randy had a bulge in his pants. Harry and I are from the Philippines, while he’s an Occidental. Also, he’s about fifteen years my junior. I was surprised that he seemed so interested in seeing my body, especially as his wife is Italian, and quite pretty. After he finished taking the pictures, he came up to me and embraced me with his right arm, then kissed me gently on the lips.
I was shocked, but electrified! Here I was, an older married woman, being kissed right there in her own home by a man fifteen years her junior!
Randy broke away for a moment and held my outstretched hand. He looked at my eyes deep and long, then moved slowly down to my cleavage and on to my legs. “You are beautiful,” he said. “I want to have a complete look at you.”
With that, he untied the strings of my shirt. Slowly my breasts were exposed. Then he untied the string of the skirt and let it fall to the floor. Now I was standing in front of him with nothing on but the thin material that covered my arms and back and a pair of high heels.
Randy took my hands again and swung me around to look at me from all angles. My face went red, but I wanted him to look at me like that forever! I took his hand and led him upstairs to my bedroom. He removed my last garment, led me to the bed, and laid me down. Keeping his eyes on my face, he removed his shirt, shorts, and underpants.
His penis is about eight inches long, and much thicker than Harry’s. He came to my side and angled himself with his elbow, then ran his hand gently over my face, neck, and shoulder. He bent down to kiss my lips, darting his tongue in. He covered my breasts with his free hand. His touch on my hardened nipples set off sparks.
His hand continued downward, trailed by his lips. He passed my silky belly, then my sensitive triangle. While his fingers continued on to my inner thigh, his lips were on my clitoris. I was in heaven! Arching my hips, I cried, “I’m coming!”
When I calmed down, he was lying alongside me. I put my hand on his amazing tool. I wanted to suck it. I never had that urge with Harry. I took it in my mouth and ran my tongue over it.
Randy begged me to let him enter me. Carefully, he inched his thick shaft in. It was an unbelievable sensation. Here I was, a conservative, well-educated lady, acting like a whore, being fucked by a younger man—and enjoying myself so much! I didn’t care anymore. I used both of my hands to press his ass harder against me. I urged him to fuck me faster and harder. I loved the feeling of his penis all the way in me!
Finally he exploded, and I followed soon after. For a long time he just lay on top of me, and I held his head on my breasts. Then he turned over on his back, and for a long time I rested on his broad chest while he continued to explore my body with his hands.
At ten I had to let Randy go. What a beautiful encounter! I felt liberated by it, and took prompt action. As Harry would still be away, I asked him to come back the next day, at the same time.
I had bathed and applied a drop of perfume between my breasts, then put on skin-color panties and matching bra, and over that a short, transparent baby-doll nightgown. I opened the door in this attire. Randy was so hot, he shut the door quickly and locked me in a kiss.
He gave me copies of the photos he took the evening before. Our desire for each other was so urgent, we went right to the downstairs guest bedroom. He stripped off his clothes, then started to enjoy my body with his hands and mouth without even undressing me—sucking my nipples through the thin material and finding my pussy with his fingers without removing my panties.
When I felt Randy’s finger enter me, I moaned and my whole body shook. He quickly peeled off my panties. In a flash his beautiful cock was in me, fucking me with the fury of an electric generator until my body was engulfed in orgasm. When we calmed down, he took off all my clothes and we just lay there resting.
I asked him what he was feeling. While continuing to touch me all over, he said he loved the feel of my silky skin, and he loved my passionate response to his lovemaking. I asked if he would mind if another man made love to his wife. He said it was up to her. If she could get pleasure and become sexier, it would be good for both of them. Before the evening was over, he fucked me to another orgasm.
When Harry returned, I asked him why Randy came to fix his photos while he was away. He said he figured that in searching for a picture to work with, Randy would see our special photos. He confessed he thought it would be exciting for Randy to see me like that, and wondered what might develop.
When he saw the new pictures Randy took, he was really excited and insisted on hearing what happened, during and after the photo session. I told him everything. He went wild and made love to me as he hadn’t done for a long time, or maybe ever! We made love that whole weekend as if we were newlyweds.
Harry had me share every detail of my lovemaking with Randy. He even encouraged me to do it again.
I asked if he wanted to see us fuck, maybe even fuck Linda, Randy’s wife. To my surprise, he said no to both questions. He wasn’t sure he could handle seeing me with Randy “in the flesh.” As for Linda, while she’s young and very good looking, he didn’t find her sexy enough! I wondered, with what I knew about Randy’s sexual gifts, if he was just afraid of not measuring up to the fucking she’s used to.
—G.R., Fresno, California
After He and His Old Pal Got Caught Up, His Wife Caught the Pal Herself
Finally the weekend arrived. Work had been really stressful that week for both my wife and me, and although we didn’t have any weekend plans, we were just glad to have made it to Friday.
That afternoon at work I got a call from an old friend I hadn’t seen in years. Chuck and I went to engineering school together and kept in touch after graduation. He called to say he was going to be in town and hoped to get together for a drink or two. I asked where he was staying, and when he named the hotel, I told him to cancel his reservation and stay with us. Since he had never met Ginny, he was reluctant to impose. I said not to worry, and finally he agreed.
I called Ginny at work and told her I’d invited Chuck to spend the evening with us. I suggested a cookout. I’d do the cooking, and we’d just relax and talk and drink some beer. It sounded fine, she said. On the way home I picked up some filets mignons and lobsters and ample supplies of wine and beer.
Ginny was already home by the time I fought my way through traffic and got there. Chuck arrived soon after, around seven—just as I was getting the lobsters ready for the pot. I made the introductions. Chuck is of Italian descent, over six feet, very fit and trim, weighing at most 175 pounds. He’s a professional athlete, and was in even better shape than I remembered, with rock-hard abs to go with his brown hair, blue eyes, an
d great smile.
By the time dinner was ready, we’d all had a few beers. We ate and then sat around just talking. Chuck and I reminisced on and on about the crazy stuff we did. The next thing we knew, it was past midnight! He apologized and said he was pretty tired from having spent most of the day traveling. Ginny and I showed him his room, said good night, and went to do the cleaning up.
About an hour later we headed for bed. As we passed Chuck’s room, we heard him snoring and figured he was fast asleep. One of our routines before we go to bed is that we shower together, and we saw no reason to break that routine. We didn’t talk much in the shower, just held each other as we washed one another, trading places underneath the showerhead. After toweling ourselves off, we proceeded to bed.
We hardly ever wear anything in bed, so we were lying there nude, holding each other and caressing, the way couples do—not so much foreplay as just holding and rubbing each other. I started to doze off, from too much drink, too much stress, or whatever.
“Sleepy?” Ginny said.
“Yeah,” I said. “Sorry, but you know what a long week it’s been.”
“My God, don’t apologize,” she said. “Of course I understand.”
We continued to hold each other. She was nestled up against me, her back to me. I had my arms around her, gently stroking her stomach. The closer I got to sleep, the slower my hands moved.
“Neil?” she said.
“What is it, babe?” I said.
“Mind if I ask you something?”
“No, please do,” I said. “I’m sorry I can’t keep my eyes open.”
“It’s okay,” she said, “don’t worry.”
“So what did you want to ask me?”
“On second thought, never mind,” she said, sounding disappointed.
“Come on, Ginny,” I said. “Ask me.”
“Well, I was just going to ask if you mind if I stay up awhile.”
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