Letters to Penthouse XXX

by Penthouse International

  I am a happily married thirty-seven-year-old woman with two children in boarding school. I keep myself in fairly good shape and still have a pretty good body, with measurements of 36-27-37. Whit, my husband, is proud of my body and tries to get me to dress provocatively and to show as much as possible whenever we go out. He says it makes him feel good when other men look at me. The fact is that it makes me horny, too, although I would never tell him this.

  Whit also likes me to dress even more revealingly when we’re at home. He never lets me wear a bra, and he prefers tops that show my boobs whenever I bend over—he is a boob man.

  Whit’s closest friend is a guy named Cal. They have known each other for thirty years, and they say they are more like brothers than friends. I tend to agree with them. Whenever Cal comes to visit he never knocks; he just walks in as though he lives there. Sometimes this upsets me, especially when I am scantily dressed for Whit’s benefit. But Whit just laughs and tells me not to worry about it, since it’s only Cal.

  One day Cal stopped by when, at Whit’s request, I had on a micro-miniskirt and a sheer top. I was feeling horny when he walked in, so I didn’t bother to change. I think I almost gave him a heart attack. I knew he could see my breasts through my top with no problem, and I thought what the hell, I would give him a look at my ass also. So I did some housecleaning and dusting which required a lot of bending over. By the time Cal left I could see that he had a raging hard-on.

  When Cal had gone Whit grabbed me, took me into the bedroom and fucked me good. When I asked him what that was for, he said it had made him horny as hell to watch Cal watching me.

  Over the next few months, whenever Cal came to visit, I would show off for him. His visits soon became more frequent. Sometimes, when I knew Whit was watching, I would brush up against him or let him cop a little feel, and every time I did it, Whit and I would have a great fuck session after Cal left. I was pretty sure Whit wanted me to fuck Cal, and I surely wanted to, although I didn’t let Whit know.

  One morning Whit got up early and went out while I was still in bed, to do some errands. I was not aware that Cal was coming over that morning to work on Whit’s car with him, and I was still asleep when he showed up. Finding no one around when he came in, Cal came up to the bedroom, thinking he would have to wake Whit up.

  Now, I sleep in the nude, and as it was a warm morning I was on top of the covers, and that was how Cal found me. The first thing I was aware of was the touch of a gentle hand on my breast and one on my pussy. For a moment I naturally thought it was Whit, but then I opened my eyes and saw Cal standing there. I didn’t move; I just lay there letting him play with my body, and feeling hot as hell.

  When Cal got on the bed and started to suck my pussy I came almost immediately. Cal then undressed, lay down beside me and started kissing me. I could taste myself on his lips, and oh, how good it felt! I couldn’t restrain my desire. I got on top of him and slid his cock inside my hot and very wet pussy. Then I was fucking him with slow and easy strokes.

  I was still riding his cock when I suddenly felt a hand on my ass. I turned my head, and there was Whit, with a big grin on his face and a hard-on like a steel pole.

  For the next two hours I fucked and sucked both guys. I swallowed two loads of come and took two loads in my pussy. Since then I have had many threesomes with my husband and his friends. Now Whit wants to watch me fuck three or four men at once. I can’t wait!

  —L.G., Miami, Florida

  He Was a Rock Musician, and He Played a Beautiful Duet With His Friend’s Girl

  Although I’ve been with my share of women in my time, I’ve also experienced a lot of dry spells. I was experiencing one a couple of years ago, when I was playing in a rock band and rooming with a fellow musician and his family. Mark was a great guy, a very good friend, and an amazing guitarist. He had a girl named Crystal, who lived about fifty miles away. He claimed they had officially broken up, but he would still head off to see her once in a while, and they would be together for a few days. On one such weekend, seeing that I was down in the dumps, he invited me to come along. The theory was that I’d hook up with somebody when we went out bar hopping, and even if I didn’t, we’d have a good trip, do some partying and get a change of scenery. It sounded pretty good to me.

  Meeting Crystal was pleasant enough. She was of medium height, a brunette with dark, brooding eyes and very light skin. She had kind of a Goth look. Although somewhat more voluptuous than my ideal, she exuded sensuality. I found her very attractive, and could certainly see why Mark was in no hurry to break with her completely.

  Something told me I’d better find a date. I suspected there would be a lot of noise coming from their room that night, so I figured I’d better find myself some company if I didn’t want to be horny all weekend.

  We hit a few clubs and met up with some of the local rock musicians. We had a great time, had plenty to drink and caught some excellent music. The only fly in the ointment was my inability to hook up. Maybe I was too desperate, or maybe it was just bad timing. Whatever the cause, I ended up going back to Crystal’s still single.

  The three of us sat around the living room for a few minutes, then decided to hit the sack. As I turned to head toward my room, Mark blurted out, “Hey, guys, I’m pretty blitzed. Crystal, why don’t you take care of my buddy here while I get some sleep?”

  I turned back, slack-jawed, to see Mark’s toothy grin and Crystal looking me up and down like she was sizing up a piece of meat. “Sure, he looks good enough to eat!” was her reply. Dinner was about to be served!

  “Um . . . Thanks, dude!” was all I could manage to say as Crystal led me off to her bedroom. I was in a kind of trance; I hadn’t been this surprised in a long time.

  “Okay, show me what you’ve got,” Crystal grinned when we got to her room.

  Recovering a little, I grinned back at her and replied, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

  With that she leaned into me and we shared our first kiss. I wrapped my arms around her, drinking in her fragrance and enjoying the soft pressure of her sumptuous breasts. She returned my embrace, stroking the back of my neck and pressing her hips against mine. My growing erection brought a sound of appreciation from her throat. “Hmmm, is that for me?” she purred.

  “Do you want it?”

  “Uh-huh.” This was followed by the sensation of her hand sliding between us, dipping into my pants and wrapping around my member. We fell onto the queen-size bed, and I let my hands roam over her body. She opened my pants and continued caressing me. Her touch was magical, sometimes soft and teasing, then more vigorous, giving me the pleasure I’d needed for so long.

  Pretty soon her shirt was off, and I gazed upon her enormous, pillow-soft breasts. They were so generous I could have shared them with several friends at once. I reveled in them, burying my face in her cleavage, pressing them around my ears as Crystal continued to stroke my cock and play with my balls.

  Somehow we managed to pull each other’s clothes off while this was happening, and the contact of our naked skin increased our passion. Without any further foreplay, she guided me into her hot, already wet box.

  She was tighter than I had expected, given her size. It felt as though I was ensconced in a pulsing velvet glove. It was so good that I had to exercise all my control to keep from coming right away. It had been so long, and she felt so incredible, that I wasn’t at all sure how long I could last. Or if I could last at all.

  We soon settled into a slow rhythm that allowed me to keep my passion at bay enough to enjoy Crystal, her body, and the wonderful sensations I was feeling. There was nothing kinky or especially unique about our coupling; we simply had great sex and enjoyed the hell out of each other.

  After ten or fifteen minutes I felt her tremble and heard her breathing deepen. I increased the depth of my thrusts, and was rewarded with a series of urgent grunts. Our movements sped up a bit, until we were both panting and exuding sweat. There was a small puddle between her
breasts, and salty streams ran down over our flesh. It allowed our bodies to slide around more easily, an incredibly sensual feeling.

  As Crystal’s spasms intensified, I could feel my orgasm getting close again, so I thrust into her as deep and hard as I could. Her shaking became violent, and her moans turned into wordless yells. I heard other moaning, too, and then realized it was coming from me. As Crystal convulsed in climax, I let myself go and came with her, yelling at the top of my lungs as I did.

  Next morning I felt a little awkward, but I was the only one who did. Mark joked that he was surprised there hadn’t been any complaints from the neighbors about the noise. Crystal said she hoped he’d gotten some sleep, but he said he’d had to wait for us to finish.

  All I could do was to thank both of them, saying I hadn’t realized how much I needed to get laid. Mark grinned and said I could pay him back by making all the lunch runs during rehearsals for the next week. “Sure, no problem, dude,” I told him. “I’d do anything for a friend!”

  —C.R., Newark, New Jersey

  She Had Never Thought of Being Unfaithful Until Her Husband Brought It Up

  My husband, Roy, is a senior executive with a large real estate development company. A couple of years ago he and some of the other executives, along with their spouses, were invited by a major construction firm to their annual spring party, which was held at a small resort hotel outside the city.

  As it was my first time at such an affair, I dressed rather conservatively, but when we arrived at the party I saw that most of the women were dressed in a rather sexy manner. It was a big dinner and dance affair, and I noticed that many of the people were dancing in a very intimate way, pressing against each other, with some of the men rubbing their partner’s bottom as they danced.

  By around eleven o’clock I noted that many people were moving to the guest rooms, which were linked to the ballroom by a windowed corridor. Some of them were kissing. I was standing alone while my husband was talking to someone a few yards away, when a man in his mid-thirties struck up a conversation. Then suddenly, while we were talking, he kissed me on the mouth! I was shocked and didn’t know how to react at first. He held me tight and darted his tongue into my mouth, and I felt his hand roaming over my back, my waist, and then my bottom. At that point I gave him a push, got loose, and quickly walked away. I was very upset, and told Roy I wanted to leave the party.

  On the way home, I told Roy what had happened. Instead of being upset, he asked if I had enjoyed the kiss. I was too surprised to answer.

  That night, while we were in bed, Roy explained that a lot of people took advantage of these business parties to sleep with people other than their spouses. He said that some husbands even encouraged their wives to make love to other men. I wondered why he was telling me this and asked him if he wanted me to make love to other men, too. “Why not?” was his reply. “You are a sexy woman, and you deserve to have pleasure. You might find it really exciting.”

  I was confused by his reply, but didn’t think much about it until the next year, when the same company again invited us to their spring party. But this time, instead of a resort, they decided to invite their guests to a construction convention in Chicago for a weekend, putting them up at a good hotel.

  Remembering my experience the first time, I decided to bring along some sexy clothing, so that I would not feel out of place at the dinner parties. On impulse, I also bought some extremely sexy underwear.

  On the first day, while Roy was attending to some convention business, I went sightseeing with a group of spouses, mostly wives but also some men. One in the group, an attractive man in his early forties, appeared to be quite interested in me. His name was Alex, and he was the husband of one of the construction company executives and a professor of art at a local university.

  That night at dinner I told Roy about Alex, and he ended up inviting him to join us at our table. Both Roy and I enjoyed his company, as he was quite worldly and witty. I danced a few times with Roy, and then with Alex, who I couldn’t help noticing was admiring my cleavage. As we were dancing he put his arm tightly around my waist, and I could feel his strong, muscular chest and a hint of his erection against my body.

  In bed that night I made love to Roy enthusiastically, imaging that I was doing it with Alex. Roy noticed my reaction and asked if dancing with Alex had excited me. When I didn’t answer, he asked; “Do you want to make love to Alex?”

  “I think I do,” I replied. “Especially if you want me to.”

  “Go ahead,” Roy said. “I think it will be exciting.”

  The next day Alex and I spent the morning together, and after lunch he asked me to go to his room for a drink. I followed him, wondering what would happen.

  In his room he put his arm around me and kissed me, putting his tongue in my mouth. I was surprised, but I didn’t resist. He held me tighter and kissed me on the neck, then moved down to my cleavage. I felt weak in the knees. For a brief moment I thought of my husband, then remembered that he had encouraged me to have sex with Alex. So I stopped thinking about him.

  Alex opened the zipper at the back of my dress and slid the straps over my shoulders. In a moment the dress formed a pool at my feet. I was wearing a tiny skin-colored brassiere and matching panties. I felt naked, but I loved the feeling! Alex knelt and kissed my belly button, then slowly moved his face down to my panties, which barely covered my pussy. Then he stood up and unhooked my bra, removed it, and carried me to the bed.

  He quickly removed all his clothes and exposed his large penis, which was thicker and longer than my husband’s. He kissed me deeply again as he touched my body. Then he removed my panties, opened my legs and put his mouth on my pussy. His tongue moved rapidly on my clitoris, and I started moaning loudly, arching my hips to give him deeper access to my love hole. I felt myself coming, and I screamed in abandon. I had never felt so wild! Here I was, a respectable lady who had never been unfaithful before, making love to a man who was almost a total stranger.

  When I calmed down a bit, I went for his penis. First I tongued the little hole at the tip, then put the whole thing in my mouth and sucked it hard. He was moaning, his hands massaging the sides of my breasts. Then his fingers were on my erect nipples.

  I couldn’t take it any longer. I opened my legs as wide as possible and asked him to put his lovely dick inside me. He put about an inch of it in first, kissing me fervently as his fingers continued to rub my hard nipples. I was in heaven! At last, with one strong push, he was in me completely. Starting at a slow tempo, in about five minutes he became a powerful fucking machine. I don’t know how many orgasms I had before he blasted his huge load inside me. I held his body tightly and wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to keep that moment of extreme pleasure forever.

  When I got back to our room, I told Roy everything that had happened. He was very excited. He pulled up my dress, removed my panties, and started to lick my pussy. Then he fucked me without even removing my dress.

  After Roy shot his load, he asked me if I wanted to go back and spend the whole night with Alex. I said yes. I took a bath and put on a very short dark blue dress that buttoned down the front. I only buttoned three buttons and left the rest open, and I didn’t bother with underwear. I looked extremely sexy.

  I called Alex in his room and told him I was coming to spend the night. He was very excited, and so was I. I also felt very close to my husband at that moment. Before I left I kissed him passionately, and said to him, “I love you, darling. Be sure you don’t jerk off tonight, because I want your cock to be hard and rigid so that you can fuck the hell out of me when I come back in the morning.”

  Roy loved my dirty talk. He kissed me again, rubbed my breasts, and told me to have fun. I am truly lucky to have such an understanding husband!

  —J.F., Indianapolis, Indiana

  Here Comes the Bride

  When Donna called to announce her engagement to Nick, I told her she had made an excellent choice. Actually, I had introduce
d them a few months earlier. Nick and I have been good friends ever since we dated awhile a couple of years ago. While in the end he wasn’t my type, he’s definitely a sweetheart. Besides, he has an absolutely beautiful and huge cock plus great stamina. I guess he’s just a little bit too sweet for me. I seem to need a little more dominance or something.

  I was flattered that Donna asked me to be her maid of honor. We’ve been friends since college, and she chose all four bridesmaids from our sorority, which had the reputation of being “party central” for all willing and able college boys. Back then Hallie, Merrill, Dawn, and I were four gorgeous “bad girls,” while Donna was the beautiful “good girl.” She had a wild side, though, which came out at a few of those parties.

  After Nick found out that I was the maid of honor, he invited me to lunch, where we talked about prenuptial parties. He knew his pals were planning to throw him an over-the-top bachelor party, and asked if I would make sure Donna had an equally wild bachelorette blowout. He explained that he loved her, and that sex with her was great, but that he didn’t think she was aware of the range of his sexual tastes. He suspected her wilder side, and said he would love it if I could get her to let all of that out at her party.

  I knew that when Nick and I dated, he loved to see me flirt with other men. Once he watched me fuck his best friend. Another time he and two of his fellow executives fucked me in his office after hours. I said I knew exactly what Donna needed in order to make their marriage a happy one. By the time she walked down the aisle, she would be a bride with plenty to blush about.

  A month later, the date for our party arrived. That Thursday, Donna and I met the other bridesmaids at lunch to kick off an all-day spree of shopping for the bride’s trousseau and for something sexy for each of us to wear under our full-length gowns for the wedding ceremony. What a sight we must have been, five babes hitting store after store—for lingerie, shoes, whatever. We took over each store, having a ball trying on piles of sexy outfits, from dainty satin frills to the raunchiest latex and leather.