Letters to Penthouse XVIII

by Penthouse International

  I was thrusting into Lenore like a bull, grasping her hips and holding myself tight against her firm, twisting ass. Her pussy was hot, her love juices flowing freely. I reached around and grabbed her breasts in my hands, pounding my meat even deeper in her pussy.

  Now we could hear Liza’s loud screams of passion. Lenore gave a strangled gasp and reached for her dripping pussy. Feeling her fingers down there manipulating her tender flesh was all I could take, and I started fucking her with everything I had, until my come rushed uncontrollably from my churning balls and erupted inside her. She yelled out her own climax, and shivers ran up and down my back each time her pussy grabbed at my cock.

  Josh and Liza finished about the same time we did—and that’s when Liza came to the window, looked across the courtyard and waved at us.

  It was only then that I realized the whole thing had been planned. Next weekend it’s our turn to put on a show for Liza and Josh. I can’t wait.—V.E., Jackson, Mississippi

  HE LISTENED IN AS HIS WIFE TRYSTED WITH HER

  LOVER, AND HE REALLY GOT AN EARFUL

  At the age of forty-eight I finally got a divorce from my first wife and married my second wife, Sarah, with whom I had been having an affair for eight years. Sarah had been divorced six years earlier, and during our affair she had sex with four other men, one of them a former lover who I had encouraged her to fuck again. When she was with me she shared every detail of her trysts with these men, and it always turned me on fiercely. My favorite thing was for her to close her eyes and imagine she was with one of those other guys, and when she murmured their names and urged them on, I would always come within thirty seconds.

  We knew going into our marriage that we would have sex outside our relationship, and when Sarah met Donald, a thirty-five-year-old businessman who had come to our city for a meeting, she regaled me with vivid details of his attractiveness and sexual prowess.

  “He’s huge, Robbie,” she gushed breathlessly as I fucked her loose, sloppy pussy right after she had been with him. “I’ve never had a bigger one, and he’s such a stud!”

  “Is he bigger than George?” I panted, referring to an assistant minister who had sampled Sarah’s sexual wares during our affair.

  “Mmmm, I think he is, and he was like a bar of iron. I’m totally in love with his cock.”

  I moaned and spurted my come into her overflowing channel, adding my spunk to Donald’s.

  My greatest wish was to be a witness to one of Sarah’s trysts, and one day I hit on a scheme that would enable me to listen in. I had a friend in the electronics business, and though I didn’t tell him how I meant to use it, I got him to make me up a small gold necklace with a microphone hidden inside, along with a listening device that could be used from another room. To my delight, Sarah agreed to let me be a listener during her next session with Donald.

  The following month I was in a hotel room with earphones on, and Sarah was in the adjoining room, clad in a black silk robe that barely covered her buttocks, black high heels and the necklace with the mike in it. Although she is fifty years old, my wife could pass for a woman in her mid-thirties. She is five feet eight, one hundred thirty pounds, with long, long legs and an all-over tan. Only her short, styled gray hair, which she refuses to dye, gives her age away. She exudes class and style, and men of all ages are attracted to her.

  “I hope you enjoy this, Robbie,” I heard my wife say through my earphones. “My cunt’s already juicy just thinking about Donald.” I heard the sound of a knock. “He’s here,” Sarah said breathlessly, and seconds later I heard her opening the door. “Hi,” she said warmly.

  “Hi, baby,” came a man’s voice. Then there was the sound of the door closing, then a soft rustling, and then a muffled moan of pleasure from Sarah, and I knew Donald’s tongue was in her mouth.

  Half a minute later my wife’s voice came again. “What’s that hard thing pressing against me?”

  Donald laughed. “Come on and I’ll show you. Have you missed me?”

  “Mmmm, I’ll show you just how much,” Sarah promised.

  “I love that robe. It shows off your great legs really well.”

  “I’m glad you like it. It was a present from Robbie.”

  “Unwrap that present for me,” he chuckled, and seconds later: “God, you’re so beautiful naked,” and I knew he was looking at my spouse wearing nothing but her necklace and high heels. I heard Sarah suck in her breath, and I figured Donald’s hands were on her boobs. Then a low moan escaped her lips. Of course I couldn’t tell exactly what was happening, but I envisioned him rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. My cock was hard as a rock. I pulled down my zipper, took out my dick and started to stroke it rhythmically as I listened.

  A soft, animal-like moan of lust came from my wife. “Ohhhh, yesss, baby! Suck my nipples! Suck them hard!”

  With a moan of my own I began to squirt my semen uncontrollably, the scum spitting out of my hard penis as I pictured the scene in the other room.

  “Pretty necklace,” Donald’s voice said. “Was that a present from Robbie too?”

  “Yeah. He gives me lots of presents.”

  “Well, here’s my present,” I heard the rustle of clothing as Donald disrobed.

  “Ohhhh, God!” my wife whispered reverently, and Donald laughed.

  “Do you like my present better than his?”

  “Ohhh, baby. He isn’t even in the ball park with yours.” Again I heard my wife’s muffled croon of joy, and I knew Donald’s huge prick was in her mouth, her scarlet lipstick smearing along its gigantic length. Donald gasped and grunted with pleasure and excitement. After about twenty seconds he spoke.

  “Stop, you wonderful little cocksucker, or I’ll fill your mouth with come, and I really want it up your cunt.”

  “Mmm, so do I!” my spouse answered, and faint sounds of movement came through the headphones. For several moments thereafter there was only the ragged sounds of Sarah’s breathing, and then: “Ahhhh!” It was an animal sound of raw lust, excitement, and pleasure, and it was followed by three shorter groans.

  “You like that?” I pictured him grinning down at her, glorying in the passion of her response to his cock.

  “I love that!” my wife hissed, and then another loud “Ahhh!” escaped her mouth. Evidently Donald had thrust his mammoth member a few inches deeper, filling Sarah’s twat as I never could, giving her pleasure I would never be able to. Her ragged, open-mouthed gasps were joined by Donald’s grunts and exhalations of excitement and lustful pleasure. Sarah’s joyful mewling filled my ears, and my hand once more stroked up and down my cock, still stiff with the excitement of listening to my mate’s wild coupling.

  I could hear the gloating in Donald’s voice as he demanded, “Whose cock does that sweet pussy love most in the whole world?”

  “Yours, baby yours!” her instant response gave me a pang, but my penis was throbbing with arousal.

  “That’s about eight inches,” Donald said. “Do you want the last two, or should I stop?”

  “I want the last two!” I almost couldn’t believe the eagerness in her pleading tone.

  Mentally I saw my wife jackknife her ultra-long, tanned legs until her knees were almost touching her shoulders, her long thighs splayed wide, high-heeled feet poised in the air above Donald’s shoulders. Then a loud, guttural cry came from Sarah’s mouth, and I knew Donald’s gigantic glans had plumbed her pussy to depths that I would never reach. Frustration and excitement made me whine aloud.

  Hoarse, ragged breathing from both of them filled my ears. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever fucked who could take me all the way without complaining,” Donald said.

  “Ohhh, honey, the only time I’ll ever complain about your cock is if I can’t have it,” my wife confessed. I had the feeling now that she had completely forgotten about me, that her whole being was centered on the naked man atop her, with his gargantuan penis embedded in her cunt.

  “I’m not going to last long this
first time,” Donald confessed. “My balls are bubbling already. Fuck me and make me come.”

  “Mmmm, come here, baby,” my wife responded, and my ears were filled with the wet sounds of French-kissing, the soft creaking of the bed, and the faint liquid sounds of Sarah’s cunt as she humped and skewered herself on Donald’s huge love wand. I dearly wished I could see his leviathan member plunging in and out of her flowing twat, her sweet nectar dripping off it as it withdrew from her, her swollen cunt lips being plowed apart as it sank back in. Within a minute both their voices were moaning and keening.

  “Oh, God!” Donald groaned. “Gonna come, baby, gonna squirt in you!”

  “Yes!” Sarah burst out. “Fill me, baby! I’m going to come too!” Again I moaned and stroked my dick as they reached a mutual climax, both of them crying out with lust and fulfillment. A full minute of exhausted panting and heavy breathing followed. Then I heard kissing sounds, and a low purring from my wife.

  “You are one fantastic fuck,” Donald said. His voice was loud but muffled, as if he were sucking on her tits.

  “Ohhh, so are you, baby. The best ever.”

  “Could I fuck you in the ass sometime?” Donald asked.

  “Sure,” replied my wanton spouse.

  “That’s my sweet married lover,” Donald said, a chuckle in his voice. “What if I brought a couple of business associates along next time to sample your wares?”

  “Mmmm, I’ve never done a gang bang before,” Sarah responded, and once more I moaned aloud as my sperm spilled out of my bloated glans, come flecking my thighs and coating my fisted hand.

  “You sweet, beautiful thing,” Donald said, his voice heavy with pleasure. “Turn over so I can fuck you dog-fashion.” I heard sounds of movement, along with Sarah’s excited breathing, and then a raw, passion-filled moan of pure pleasure filled my earphones.

  I heard the loud smacking of Donald’s loins hitting Sarah’s upthrust ass, heard the loud exclamations of lewd joy coming from her lips with each pounding stroke of Donald’s ten-inch staff. My twice-drained prick began to harden once again at the unabashed pleasure and desire in my wife’s voice as I pictured her nude, tanned form, her knees spread wide, her face and shoulders against the mattress, her willing pussy absorbing the mammoth tool that she had admitted loving so much.

  A minute later I heard Sarah’s long, low wail of fulfillment as he took her over the top. Her orgasmic cries and moans went on for a long time, fading only gradually as the sounds of Donald’s fucking continued.

  “Jesus, you are one wild, passionate doll,” Donald panted.

  “I know,” Sarah responded breathlessly. “Huge cocks do that to me.”

  “I’ve got a couple of friends with dicks as big as mine,” Donald said. “I bet you’d love to take all of us on at once, wouldn’t you?” His voice was strained now, and I knew he was about to spray a second load of jism into my wife’s willing love channel.

  “Whatever you want,” Sarah told him. “I’ll be your love toy any way you want me.”

  With a yell, Donald climaxed. Again there was a spell of heavy breathing, and after a while there was more kissing, followed by small talk and murmurs of fondness. Half an hour later Donald left, and I made my way to Sarah’s room. She had left the door ajar. I shed my clothes quickly as she watched me, lying on the bed on her back, long legs spread wide. Donald’s come coating her puffy pussy lips. She smiled knowingly as she eyed my sticky, half-stiff cock.

  “Come here, baby.” She held her arms out, bringing her knees up as I got between her jism-smeared thighs. “Got any come left for me?” She knew I had jerked off listening to her hot session with Donald.

  “I think so. Got any room for it?” My naked, sweating, sexy wife laughed softly as I buried my bone in her slimy sheath with a single, smooth stroke, my balls bumping her ass. I could barely feel her pussy walls, and my prick was awash in a warm sea of Donald’s jism. I began to fuck her, frantic in my need to spew my seed into her too. Our eyes met and locked.

  “I love you, Robbie.”

  “I love you too.” We kissed, our tongues tangling wildly. When we ended it, her eyes searched mine.

  “Would you like to watch next time?”

  My sloshing prick stiffened, and I gasped with excitement. “Would Donald allow that?”

  She smiled. “He’d love it. He loves cuckolding you, and to do it right in front of you, along with his friends, would make it perfect for him.” She cupped my face with both hands as I stroked her hard and fast.

  “That’s fine,” I panted. “I love hearing you fuck him, and I want to see him do it.”

  “You’ll see, all right, Robbie. You’ll see his huge dick going all the way up inside me. Up my ass too, probably. And you’ll probably see me doing three guys at once, too.”

  I moaned with lustful excitement at the idea, and Sarah wrapped her long, damp legs around me tightly. Her high heels were still on. “Yeahhhh,” she hissed softly. “Fuck me, Donald.” It made me wild to hear her call me Donald, and she knew it. Moaning, I slid my dick in and out of her as fast as I could, Donald’s come and her juice flying off my rejuvenated cock with every outstroke. “Ohhhh, fuck me, Donald,” she crooned. “I love your big, thick dick in me. Mmmmm. It’s way up in me, Donald, where Robbie can never reach.”

  With a hoarse cry I came uncontrollably, jetting my thick, ropy spunk into my beautiful, naked, slutty wife. Finally spent, I fell against her, her arms and legs still wrapped around me. Her voice was light and cheerful in my ear. “We’re going to have lots of fun next time, Robbie.”

  And believe me, that next time is just about all I can think about now.—R.D., Kalamazoo, Michigan

  Wives Gone Wild

  HIS WIFE LOVES HIM, BUT SHE GOES FOR BIG TOM, BIG HARRY AND ESPECIALLY FOR BIG DICK

  Let me tell you a little bit about my wife Paula. She’s five feet two and weighs just over a hundred pounds. She wears her jet-black hair in a short bob that shows off her pretty face. She has very soft ivory-white skin that sets off the beautiful tattoos that are scattered across her killer body. She has a tight, round little ass and full C-cup breasts with large pink nipples. She keeps her pussy shaved bald, and in the ten years I have been fucking her I have never grown tired of its heavenly taste.

  Unfortunately, she did get tired of my thin, five-inch dick, and after only about a year of dating me she started fucking an old boyfriend on the side. In the nine years since then, she’s had four affairs—three with men, and one with a girlfriend of ours.

  At first I was really hurt when she told me she’d started sleeping with her old boyfriend, Tom. She broke this news to me about three months after we’d moved in together. She said things had just gotten out of hand. Tom had called one weekend when I was out of town. They had met for drinks to talk over old times, and she’d ended up going back to his place and spending the night. Since then, they’d been fucking about once a week.

  “I’m sorry, honey,” she said. “It’s just—”

  “I know, you’re used to bigger cocks!” I interrupted. Paula had told me before we ever slept together how much she loved guys who were really hung. I had been too embarrassed to tell her I was kind of small, and she’d never really said anything when she finally got in my pants, but I knew she’d been disappointed with my little penis.

  “Yeah, but it isn’t just that. I want a guy who can really pound me. You always come so quick. I mean, I like fucking you, baby, but you have to admit, it’s been kind of boring lately. I need a change.”

  Paula wouldn’t promise me to stop seeing Tom, so I told her I was going to have an affair too. She told me she thought that was a good idea. Maybe it would help to get us out of the rut we were in.

  Now that everything was out in the open, Paula really let her affair blossom. She would call Tom right in front of me and make sweet talk. They started using our bed for their sex when I was at work. She told me how Tom’s cock was the thickest she’d ever had, and that he could keep it up
for hours. The worst was when she asked me to take naked Polaroids of her in sexy poses, to give to Tom for Valentine’s Day.

  Meanwhile I started looking around for a girlfriend of my own. I settled on Carol, a girl I met at work. She wasn’t particularly good-looking, and she was kind of flat-chested, but she did seem interested in me, and I was just trying to keep up with Paula.

  I couldn’t believe how nervous I was on my first date with Carol. I didn’t even get up the nerve to kiss her good night. I would come home from my dates to find Paula covered with hickeys after only getting a peck on the cheek from Carol. Eventually, though, Carol made a move on me. She invited me into her apartment after a movie one night, and instead of making coffee she shoved me onto the couch and shoved her tongue down my throat. After a few minutes of necking, she took off her shirt and let me lick and suck on her small but pert boobs. But to my great embarrassment, I wasn’t getting hard. Carol began rubbing me through my pants, but it was no use. The fact was, I didn’t really feel much desire for her. I was too much in love with Paula. Carol finally gave up in exasperation, and after that night she wouldn’t even talk to me.

  That night I went home to an empty house. Paula was out with Tom. When she finally got home, I told her about my disastrous date. She laughed at first, but eventually ended up comforting me and holding my head to her warm, soft bosom. “I’ll tell you what,” she said. “I’m too sore to fuck you, but how about some 69?”

  Paula finally convinced me that I was meant only for her. She loved the fact that I let her screw around, and took it as a high compliment that I couldn’t get hard for someone else. We were married shortly after Tom moved away. I eventually learned to live with Paula’s affairs, and even enjoy them. When she was seeing someone else, she would invariably be abnormally horny, and we would have sex two or three times a week. I never got to see her make love to her boyfriends, but she would tell me all about it. I loved to eat out her red, swollen, come-filled pussy when she got home from being banged by one of her studs.