That night we went back to the camper and slept together, but the next morning Doug and Eric were up and packing before Candy and I were quite awake. Doug asked me if I wanted to come with him, but I foolishly decided that I should return to my job in town. It was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life, and if I ever run into a Hell’s Angels type again, I won’t be so quick to pass any negative judgment; I’ll just grab him and never let him go.—
L.E., Silver Spring, Md.
COUPLE DIVE INTO FIRST THREEWAY ON HOST’S WATER BED
My wife and I are avid readers of
Penthouse Letters
and thought you and your readers might like to hear how your magazine has helped add a new dimension to our sex lives. My wife, Jodi, is twenty-five and I am thirty. We are very liberal is our sexual attitudes and are considered a very attractive, “together” couple by our friends and most people we meet.
One afternoon, as we were drinking a bottle of wine and reading a cross section of PL letters to each other, we decided to discuss the ones that most turned us on (those that had stimulated the hottest fantasies). To make a long story short, we were surprised to find that we were both extremely turned on by a letter about group sex in the “Crowd Scenes” section. Over the next four weeks we frequently and openly discussed the subject and decided we would like to try swinging.
Being novices, we didn’t have any idea on how to go about it. We finally agreed that if a good swinging opportunity arose, we would discuss it and go with it if we decided that the vibes were right. We wanted to be totally in control of any scenario we got ourselves into. Little did we know that our first “seduction” would take place much sooner than we could have ever imagined.
At a party later that same week we were talking to the host, Jim, a slight acquaintance whom we had met through a mutual friend. After Jim left us to mingle, Jodi told me that she was extremely attracted to him and was at that moment fantasizing about the three of us getting it on in the water bed she’d seen in one of the bedrooms. My cock almost burst through my slacks on hearing this. Although our fantasies had mostly involved swinging with other couples, we were now both very excited at the possibility of a three-way with Jim. I suggested to Jodi that she flirt with him at every opportunity. During this time I would mingle and observe them from a distance. Visions of my luscious young wife being driven crazy by hot, horny studs had been preoccupying my thoughts lately, and I was eager for some real action.
Jodi managed to talk to Jim several times, to tease him with fleeting caresses and to rub her nylon-clad legs against him. He became very flushed and sexually excited, but my presence in the room obviously prevented him from returning Join’s attentions.
Jodi returned to me, very disappointed at the outcome of her flirtation. I told her we’d just have to take the bull by the horns, so to speak. Just follow my lead, I told her, and play it by ear.
Little by little the other party-goers started to leave, but we lingered until we were the last two guests still there. Jim played right into our hands by offering us the use of a spare bedroom so as to save me a twenty-mile drive in my somewhat inebriated condition. We accepted his offer and thanked him for his hospitality. Then we all sat for a while, talking, telling jokes, listening to music and smoking a few joints. We didn’t discuss sex at all, but the vibes were definitely good and there was a lustful energy in the air,
Jim then asked us If we’d ever slept in a water bed. Jodi replied that we hadn’t, but that she’d always thought it would be a very erotic experience. Jim urged her to go ahead and take the room with the water bed, half jokingly adding that he didn’t know if he could ever sleep on a regular bed again. As if on cue, Jodi arose, winked at me and asked Jim whether the water bed wasn’t big enough for three people. She then planted a wet kiss on his lips, kicked off her shoes and disappeared down the hall.
Grinning slyly at Jim, I told him we’d just been made an offer we couldn’t refuse. With little further ado, we raced to the bedroom, burst through the door and immediately began shedding our clothes. Already gloriously nude, Jodi impatiently grabbed both our arms and pulled us down onto the undulating sheet. For the next six hours Jim and I massaged, licked, sucked and fucked Jodi into an altered state. My most erotic memory of that night was of Jodi being furiously doggie-fucked at one end while she deep-throated another cock at the other end. We bid Jim adieu at eleven o’clock in the morning.
Since that exciting night one and a half years ago, we haven’t really pursued swinging as a life-style, but only as an occasional variation. We have swung once again with another guy, once with a young married couple, and another time we attended a wild orgy. The two latter experiences came about as a result of some visits we paid to an Atlanta swing club. At the moment we are planning to seduce a sexy female friend who has obliquely expressed an interest in a threeway.—
G.M., Macon, Ga.
JOGGING SAILORS PERFORM VIGOROUS LAPS ON THEIR LIEUTENANT’S WIFE
My buddies and I are sailors stationed at the training center in Great Lakes, Illinois. We had recently started jogging, and last Wednesday night had run about a mile and a half when we spotted a woman jogging about seventy-five yards ahead of us. We quickened our pace and hung back at a distance of about ten yards. She appeared to be in her late twenties and was a real fox. She had gently waved sandy blond hair that cascaded down to the small of her back. Her body and legs were perfect—probably as a result of her jogging. She wore very short shorts that were fairly revealing. I could picture what they concealed.
We decided to move closer to get a better look. We were far from disappointed when we saw her from the front. Her face was really pretty, and her pendulous breasts were swinging freely since she obviously wasn’t wearing a bra. Coming or going, this voluptuous beauty could turn on any man.
Steve gave a soft whistle of approval, and she responded with a dazzling smile and a very suggestive hello. We all introduced ourselves and jogged together for a few more minutes until she declared that it was time for a rest. Then we sat down in a small secluded grassy area amid some trees. After talking for a while, Cindy lay back and suddenly started stroking herself! My friends and I picked up the not-so-subtle hint and helped her disrobe. Needless to say, we were all naked in a matter of seconds. God, she was gorgeous! My friend Terry is hung like a horse—almost ten inches when erect. I run about eight, and Steve is a close third at seven and a half inches. Well, Cindy was hotter than hell with three big pricks wagging in her face, and sailors are
always
ready.
First, I kissed her luscious mouth while Terry and Steve caressed her beautiful body. Steve moved down to the sweet, moist cleft between her firm legs, and Terry licked and sucked her tits until the nipples were rock-hard. When Steve flicked his tongue over Cindy’s clit, she ground her pussy against his mouth and let out the sexiest moan I have ever heard. She grabbed my tool and pulled it to her mouth while Steve and Terry switched positions. Terry slowly sank his hot ten inches into her waiting box as Steve straddled her chest and tit-fucked her. This was too much for Cindy—she had her first orgasm, which was quickly followed by Terry’s. Next I came, and as she swallowed, Steve sent his jets of come over her chest, throat and chin.
Next, she took Terry in her mouth—at least, she tried to. She couldn’t take all of him, but she took enough to give him the best head he’s ever had. Then Steve started up Hershey’s alley. It was difficult, but with the aid of his saliva and love juices, he managed to get his sizable tool up her tight little anus. I then penetrated her pussy, and Cindy went wild. She bucked her hips frantically while she devoured Terry’s cock. All four of us came almost simultaneously and then rested for a while.
We went on for almost three hours, until we were all so exhausted that farmer sex would have been impossible. I told her that it would be great to get together again, but she said that her husband didn’t like her going out alone. He was afraid she’d be raped. She talked about her husband for a while and then lowered the boom. He was a lieutenant in the navy and was stationed at Great Lakes! She then kissed us all and walked away. Just think: Three enlisted men had been screwing the wife of an officer. My buddies and I now play basketball to stay fit.—
S.T. Great Lakes, III.
COUPLE’S MARRIAGE IMPROVES AS HUSBAND LETS WIFE PLAY AROUND
An affair that began for my wife in infidelity, as a statement of dissatisfaction and resentment, has evolved into a living fantasy of open sexuality for both of us. The first night that Leslie came home late from work, she confessed that she had been with another man. Leslie is a beautiful, seductive woman with an inner mystique that leaves even the casual male acquaintance yearning to touch her body.
Though I felt anger and rejection, I could not help getting a tremendous hard-on as she related the events of the evening. They drove to a bar for cocktails and then to a disco. As they enjoyed the sensual beat of the music, the liquor, the touching and kissing, their juices began to flow. At his apartment afterwards, they shed their clothes and ended up in bed.
I felt I was to blame for having ignored her needs, but I also wanted madly to fuck her. I wanted to rape her then and there, to eat her pussy and taste her and her lover’s mingled juices, and then to fill her with my own. Unfortunately, I had to wait.
We solved our differences the next day when I agreed that we would spend more time together. I know Leslie expected me to reproach her for sleeping with another man. Instead, I shocked her by telling her that what she had done excited me. I told her that she could go on seeing her friend and even fuck him whenever she wished. That floored her, because Leslie expects total fidelity from me and she could not understand why I would allow her such freedom. Still, that inner fire burned from the touch of another man and she seriously considered my proposition. The only stipulation I made was that she would have to tell me every detail of her affair when she arrived home.
Several weeks passed and Leslie still had not returned to her lover. One morning, as we were dressing for work, she aroused me by mincing around the room in nothing more than panty hose. Her coy smile betrayed any hint of innocence. Grabbing her by the waist, I wrestled her to the bed and began kissing and fondling her. As I touched her mound and my fingers slid between her legs, she resisted me, objecting that there just was not enough time.
“How about a threesome tonight?” I cajoled as she finished dressing before the mirror. “Why not ask your friend over? You know you’d enjoy being ravaged by two men.”
“Yes, I would,” she agreed. “But I don’t know if that’s such a good idea. I think I’m becoming a nympho as it is. If you keep enticing me, I may go too far.”
Somehow, I just could not imagine her going too far. I am as much a voyeur as she could hope to become a nympho.
At nine that night, Leslie called to tell me that she and some colleagues had gone out for drinks after work. I asked her teasingly, male or female? When she answered “both,” I wished her luck in a sly, wistful way.
At two-thirty in the morning, she called again from a friend’s house to tell me that she was stoned and still enjoying herself. I asked her if she was alone with her friend and she replied, “Not yet.” Needless to say, my cock stiffened and my pulse quickened. I complimented her for following my instructions so well.
The night passed restlessly. I awoke every hour, fighting the urge to masturbate. At seven o’clock Leslie arrived, weary but with a very satisfied expression on her face. Her eyes were slits and, by the way she doffed her clothes, I could tell the night’s excitements had exhausted her. The long, black, curly hairs of her pussy glistened.
“Sore?” I asked.
Leslie rolled her eyes and smiled. The details of her previous encounter had included a mention of just how well endowed her friend was. She estimated that his cock was at least eight inches long and so large around that even inserting it slowly had caused some initial pain.
As she slipped into my bed, I rolled up against her, my leg separating her thighs. I guided my cock into her and began massaging the walls of her cunt with it. As tired as she was, she related all the details of the evening. Her description rekindled the fire in her hole and soon she was coming explosively. Holding myself back, I withdrew my cock and plunged my tongue into her gaping hole, licking and swallowing the flow of come, hers and his. Her fingers plied at my arms and face as she came again. She was still pleading for more, and my balls were churning with the need for relief, so I remounted her and gave her my entire cock. It took only about a half-dozen in-and-out strokes to bring us both off simultaneously. Since then, Leslie has engaged in sex with several other men and women. Perhaps if other married couples allowed each other greater freedom to explore outside relationships, marriage would never seem like a dull, worn, lifeless arrangement.—
Name and address withheld
GIRLS MANHANDLED WITH JUMP-ROPE GRIPS
My roommate, Steve, and I each have girlfriends who share a common interest with us—sex. We usually have mini-orgies for fun and exercise. The other night, however, we had a mini-orgy that was worm recounting in
Penthouse Letters.
It all began when Steve and I took our girlfriends, Julie and Fran, to a bar and proceeded to get drunk together. I must add that Julie and Fran are both gorgeous, and each has an outstanding feature worth mentioning. We call Julie A. for short, because her ass is so nice and firm. It’s so firm, you could crack an egg on it and it would probably fry on those hot buns of hers. We call Fran T. for short, because her tits are so big that if they had presidents’ faces on them, they would be mistaken for Mount Rushmore.
Well, getting back to the story, we all got drunk and went home at about one o’clock. We were all horny and anxious to get started; so we bolted the doors, shut the drapes, and practically tore our clothes off. We began our usual fingerin’, lickin’, suckin’ and fuckin’. I just got done fucking Fran, but Julie was still barking as Steve was giving it to her doggy style. Then I saw a jump rope lying nearby, and I got a great idea. I grabbed it and shoved one handle into Fran’s erotic tunnel of love. I stood up with the other end and started swinging it around. Fran went into a sudden frenzy, and she screamed in ecstasy. I started getting a hard-on just from watching her get off. I kept twirling while Fran squirmed like a fish on the floor.