Letters to Penthouse XI

by Letters to Penthouse XI- Where Your Wildest Fantasies Come True (epub)

  He told her how his wife was gone a lot and did not have an interest in sex anymore. He said he wished he could find a married woman who did not want any commitments to have sex with on occasion. With that he leaned across to kiss her, and his hands immediately went to her tits, squeezing and massaging them eagerly.

  Sharon said it felt strange letting another man fondle her tits, but admitted that the unfamiliar touch was exciting. She allowed him to open her shirt and pull her bra down to play with her naked breasts. She couldn't believe she was sitting there in a car with this friend of mine while he openly fondled her bare tits. He began to suck them as he placed her hand on his cock. She stroked it through his pants until he pulled his zipper down and took his dick out.

  Then she started jacking him off in the car. He told her he wanted to take her somewhere to finish what they had started. When he started the car, he guided her head down to his lap. She admitted that it was kind of exciting, giving him head while he drove. She felt like a teenager again.

  His cock was about the same size as mine, according to Sharon, but it felt different. Frank drove to a deserted spot and they got out, leaning against the side of the car. He pulled her shirt and bra away from her body, leaving her standing there naked to the waist.

  Sharon said he was like a teenager, the way he grabbed her tits and played with them, his hands meanwhile pulling off her skirt and panties. Then he sat her on the hood of his car, spread her legs and put his mouth on her crotch.

  Evidently Frank was quite skillful at licking pussy. He brought her to climax several times, until she was really anxious to have his cock inside her. He finally slid his prick slowly into her pussy. She said it felt different, having another man's cock in her, but it was exciting too. She really loved the feeling of being such a slut.

  Frank did not last very long before he shot his load inside her. Afterwards he apologized to her and asked if she was going to say anything to me about what they had done. She assured him she would not, and they left.

  I was so excited when she got home that I licked her pussy clean. I could taste his come on her pubic hair and inside the lips of her pussy. Then I fucked her with a lustful passion that I had not felt for quite a while.

  Since it turned us both on to have her fuck one of my friends, we decided to try it a second time, with someone else.

  Max is a friend of mine, but he is a real jerk sometimes. We planned something special for him. He is single, which made it easier to set him up. We saw him one night at a bar after work. Several of my friends were there, so we waited until after they had left. Then Sharon started dancing with Max and rubbing up against him. I could see him surreptitiously rubbing her ass. When he thought I wasn't watching, he got bolder and slid his hands up her thighs under her skirt.

  He was hard when they finished the dance, but Sharon just walked off, making him walk back to the table unescorted and sporting a hard-on. She loved teasing him, and I was almost unable to keep a straight face. Of course Max tried to play it cool so I wouldn't know what he was doing. The last thing he wanted me to know was that he wanted to fuck my wife. But he wasn't too good at keeping that secret; every time she got up he would stare at her ass.

  When she went to the bathroom he followed after a few minutes. When she came back, Sharon told me he had tried to kiss her in the hallway leading to the bathrooms. He had eagerly rubbed her ass, and tried to feel her tits as well. Then we decided to act on our plan.

  About thirty minutes later Sharon announced she was going to the bathroom again. A minute later Max said he was going to get another drink. But I knew where he was really going. The plan was working so far.

  Sharon came back after a while, laughing and saying we had better get out of there, so we did. On the way home she told me what had happened.

  Max had caught her in the hallway again. This time she kissed him back, and allowed him to put his hands under her shirt to feel her breasts. She could feel his hard cock through his pants. Then she told him to let her know when the men's room was empty, so she could go into one of the stalls with him and suck his cock.

  Max went for it like the fool he was. As soon as the men's room was empty he pulled her in and they went into a stall together. He immediately started taking off her shirt. She let him unbutton it and pull her bra off.

  He started kissing and sucking her nipples wildly. Then he pulled her skirt up and took her panties off. There stood my wife, in a toilet stall, in front of my friend, with her naked tits exposed and her skirt pulled up over her hips as he felt her pussy.

  Sharon told him to step out of his pants and underwear. As he did, she folded them neatly and placed them on the floor by the door.

  Then she started stroking his cock, which was quite large. She could hear other men coming in to use the urinals, but they didn't seem to be aware of anything unusual going on.

  Now she slowly started sucking Max's cock. His hands rested on the back of her head as he slowly fucked her face. She stroked and rubbed his hairy balls. She didn't want him to come yet, so she pulled his cock out of her mouth and told him to turn around so she could lick his ass. He smiled as he turned.

  Then she started telling him how she was going to stick her tongue up his ass, and how after that she wanted him to lean her against the wall and fuck her from behind hard and fast, until he shot his load inside her pussy. All the time she was talking she was quickly buttoning her shirt, pulling down her skirt and gathering up his clothes from the floor. Then she reached around and gave his cock one last hard squeeze.

  She put her hands on his ass and told him to lean forward and not to move. When he agreed, anticipating her tongue in his ass, she quickly opened the door and walked out of the stall. She told me she was embarrassed when several men looked at her as she walked out of the bathroom with Max's pants and underwear in her arms. But she just brought it over and laid it down on our table, and we quickly made our escape, laughing as we walked out of the bar.

  It gave me a kick to imagine Max standing in the stall in just his shirt, and wondering how he was going to get out of there. It also turned me on when Sharon told me about him feeling and grabbing her tits and pussy. I loved the thought of my friends seeing my wife naked. I only wished she could have fucked him as well.

  To this day, Max has never said anything to me about that night. I guess he thinks I don't know how he tried to fuck my wife, and what she did to him. Actually neither Frank nor Max has said anything to me about what they did with Sharon. But I love knowing that they have seen my wife naked, and that Frank at least has fucked her. They try to act like they would never do anything like that to a friend, and I'm sure they think the joke is on me. But they don't know how much it turns me on.—L.G., St. Joseph, Missouri

  AN UNDERSTANDING HUSBAND LETS HIS WIFE HAVE FUN WITH A HIGH SCHOOL FLAME

  My wife Rhonda and I are in our fifties and have been married for about thirty-three years. We met in college and married shortly afterwards. We live in Nevada, but her family still lives in Idaho.

  We don't really visit her family often. We were there for Christmas, and before that for Rhonda's fortieth high school reunion. It was then that I found out about Gary, her old high school sweetheart.

  They had evidently dated during their last two years in high school, and then gone their own way. It seemed Rhonda wanted to go to college, and her family could afford to send her; while Gary really didn't want to go, and his family couldn't afford it anyway. Rhonda had not seen nor talked to him in almost thirty-seven years.

  They met again at the reunion, and she introduced me to him. He was really a nice guy, and we all laughed at their memories of some of the juvenile things they had done together. When Rhonda went to the bathroom Gary asked me if I would mind if he asked her to dance. I told him that was fine with me. I didn't feel threatened or anything. Rhonda had never mentioned him, and I thought that she surely would have said something about him over our thirty-three years of marriage if she was still interes
ted in him.

  Upon her return he asked her to dance, and she looked at me for approval. I just smiled and agreed. Her eyes lit up, and for a second I wondered whether she was really over him after all.

  I love Rhonda a lot and I want her to be happy, so it made me feel good when I saw her eyes sparkle that way. As we said our good-byes Gary gave us his address and phone number, and asked us to visit him the next time we came to Idaho. We assured him we would, and departed.

  I asked Rhonda about Gary when we were alone. She told me that she did love him once, and always thought she would marry him. She said that over the two years they dated he was always trying to have sex with her. She told him that she wanted to, but she thought they should wait. She would let him touch her breasts, but that was as far as they ever went.

  As Rhonda talked about him I noticed how she smiled and looked really happy. At the same time, I thought she was trying to conceal her feelings for him. I knew she loved me, but I think she wondered what her life would have been like if she had married him.

  During Christmas vacation we took our kids and went to Idaho again, staying with Rhonda's family for several days. One day while the kids were out playing I suggested we call Gary to see if we could visit him. She gave me such a surprised look I thought her eyes were going to pop out of her head. But she called and arranged for us to go to see him at his house.

  He lived just outside of town on a nice quiet farm, with a small pond and a large barn. He loved animals and had quite a variety. He showed us around his place, and then offered us something to drink. We talked about a lot of different things, and the two of them seemed quite comfortable and happy.

  I could see in Rhonda's eyes how she felt about him. I never once thought she wanted to leave me for him, but I felt she wanted to know what he was like to be with sexually, since she never got the chance when they were dating. They sat next to each other as he showed her a photo album of his kids. I saw his hand brush her leg, and she responded with a little catch of her breath.

  I knew she secretly wanted him but would never tell me. Again, I never felt threatened. I just wanted her to be happy and never have any regrets. While they sat next to each other on the sofa, I excused myself to go look at his animals.

  I kissed Rhonda on the forehead and smiled at her warmly, saying that I would be back in about thirty minutes or so. She looked deep into my eyes and gave me a loving look. I just nodded to let her know it was okay. Then I left.

  I thought about Rhonda and Gary as I walked around looking at the property and the animals. I knew what was going on in the house. I just hoped it would help Rhonda to feel that she had lived her life with no regrets, and that her desires had been fulfilled. I have never wanted to feel that I missed out on something that I wished I had done, no matter how unconventional it might be.

  About thirty minutes later, Rhonda walked into the barn where I was standing. When I heard her footsteps I turned to face her, and was struck by how beautiful she looked. She just smiled at me, told me she loved me and thanked me. At that moment I realized again just how much I loved her and how badly I wanted her.

  I suggested we stop at a motel on the way back to her family's house. We were undressing each other as soon as we closed the door to the motel room. I pulled her blouse from her body and admired her large breasts, covered by her lacy bra.

  As I unfastened her bra her breasts drooped a little, but looked as sexy as ever. Her large nipples stood out erect and proud.

  I tried to imagine what Gary had thought when he saw them. I thought that he probably grabbed them and squeezed them together. I started sucking on her nipples while wondering if Gary had done the same thing only an hour or so ago. I unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down her legs.

  I gazed admiringly at my wife, standing in front of me in just her panties. I could see her dark pubic hair showing through the white material. She turned slowly around, showing me her firm round ass cheeks, and then turned back to face me, smiling warmly.

  Soon I had removed her panties and she was lying on her back across the bed. I removed the rest of my clothes and lay down next to her. I gave her a deep passionate kiss to let her know everything was okay with me. More than anything I wanted her to know I loved her and understood how she felt, and why she had to do what she did, and also that I had no problem with Gary being a part of our life in the future.

  I continued to kiss her as I rubbed her breasts lovingly, and then moved my hands down her body. I could feel the wetness of Gary's semen in Rhonda's pubic hair. Slowly I moved between her legs and lay on top of her. I still remember how soft her breasts felt pressed against my chest. I wondered what Gary had thought as he finally slid his penis inside Rhonda after so many years.

  As I entered her I thought of how she must have felt when Gary entered her. I wondered if it would have been better for her if I had not been just outside the house while she did it. It didn't matter. As I trembled on the brink of orgasm I again thought of Gary, twitching as he felt himself about to come inside my wife; and of Rhonda, crying out with joy as her high school sweetheart emptied himself inside her.

  Rhonda never told me exactly what happened in that house, and I never asked. But our marriage is as good and as strong as it ever was, and our sex life is even better. Just last night she surprised me by joining me in the shower, where she slid to her knees and gave me a fantastic blowjob while I was still trying to get the shampoo out of my hair.

  I don't know what will happen the next time we go to see her family. But I will have no problem if she decides to visit Gary again. This time I will let her go alone to have more privacy. All I want is for my wife to be happy.—J.S., Reno, Nevada

  HIS WIFE HAS A THING FOR BARE BLACK COCK, AND HE JUST WANTS HER TO BE HAPPY

  My wife Tammy is crazy about black men. She loves what she sees as their raw power and strength. Our marriage is a union of her need for big black lovers and my desire to please her and keep her happy.

  I knew what I was getting into before we were married. After we had been dating six months I knew I had to have her. But Tammy made it clear to me that she wasn't a one-man woman. She said, “Fred, I love you, But you wouldn't satisfy me with that little cock of yours.”

  I told her I figured she was right, and I asked her what she had in mind. She said this handsome black guy at work had been hitting on her. She wanted him too, but had been afraid of me finding out. I looked at her and told her to go for it. I also said I wanted to hear all the details. Then she asked me if she should make him wear a condom, as she always insisted that I do. I said yes.

  After that I didn't see or hear from Tammy for a week. Finally she showed up at my house, saying she was sorry for not calling, but that she had been with Larry, the black man. Then she told me the details.

  “Fred, Larry has a cock twice the size of yours, and it's really thick. He reaches places you could never get to. The reason why I haven't called you is because I've been sleeping with Larry every night. I hope you're not mad.”

  “No,” I said. “I just want you to be happy.”

  “Another thing,” Tammy said. “Larry only used a condom twice. He was complaining it was too tight, so he stopped. And Fred, I love it that way! Larry shoots so much creamy seed in me that I'll never be the same! Fred, do you still love me after all I've told you?”

  “Yes, Tammy, I do.”

  “Good, Fred, that's all I needed to know. Fred, do me a favor. Please eat my pussy. Larry has made me so sore down there. I need a rubdown with your tongue.”

  As I started licking and sucking her pussy I realized it was wetter than usual. “That's right, Fred,” Tammy said. “It's Larry's come you're eating. Do you like it?”

  “Like it?” I said. “I love it! Marry me!”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.”

  “You know I might be pregnant,” she said.

  “That's okay. I will always love you and Larry's kids. I wouldn't want it any other way.”
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br />   Tammy was so happy she said she would let me fuck her, but she wanted me to use a condom, as she didn't want my sperm to get mixed up with Larry's. I was fine with that. After we fucked and I had filled that condom with my jism, Tammy asked me to dump the contents down my throat. She wanted me to get used to the taste. She had a date with Larry later on, and she said she would come back afterwards and let me eat his sperm from her cunt.

  I was perfectly happy to take second place to Larry in Tammy's sex life. I knew she would always take black cock over mine, but still we set a date and got married. We took Larry along on our honeymoon, and most of the time it was his cock that was in my wife's beautiful pussy. But finally I got to watch. The first time I could hardly believe my eyes. Tammy must have come three times in fifteen minutes with Larry's cock pounding away at her. It was so exciting watching her cunt getting filled up with Larry's seed. Afterwards Tammy looked at me, pointed to her crotch and said, “Fred, I've got your wedding present down here!” I tell you, Larry was fascinated watching me eat his seed out of my wife's cunt.

  Well, that's how it's been for the last four years or so. Tammy lets me fuck her with a condom on occasion, but not too often. She says she can't feel my cock, so why bother? And she knows I always get satisfaction out of eating her sweet pussy.

  I love her so much, and just want her to be happy.—F.E., Pensacola, Florida

  A LAP DANCE AT A STRIP CLUB TURNS INTO A BACK-SEAT FOURSOME FOR HIS SEXY WIFE

  Two very significant things happened to me last year. Early in the year my wife Dana began taking testosterone supplements for her menopause, which kicked her sex drive into high gear. Then she decided she needed a new body and had her tummy tucked, her face lifted and her breasts augmented from a sagging A-cup to a firm C-cup.

  I got a real charge out of watching other men stare at my wife's new saline-inflated boobs. The only down side was that she absolutely refused to flaunt them. That's when I began teasing her about taking her to a strip joint and having her give me a lap dance. The more I teased her, the more I became obsessed with making it happen.