Lena, Charles and I have continued to meet often to indulge our erotic fantasies. Lena tells me she comes more now than she ever did in her life. Charles and I are also both happy, as she never fails to satisfy us both every time.—
C.F., Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
FOR PETE'S SAKE! PROUD SPOUSE LOVES TO SHARE HER HOT HUBBY
My husband Pete and I have read
Penthouse Letters
for a number of years, and find your magazine most interesting and stimulating. I have noticed that the letters concerning spouses watching their mates getting it on with others usually involve other men fucking some guy's wife. I guess our marriage is a little unusual, since I very much enjoy watching Pete fuck other women.
It all started about a year ago when I was having lunch with a few of the girls from my office. One of them, Kelly, a real yuppie, was always extolling the prowess of her lover, who, she boasted, sometimes did it to her twice in one evening. My Lord, I thought, if she only knew what Pete does to me in an evening. Twice is just an appetizer. Kelly kept yapping about her sex life until we were all bored to tears.
Later that night I told Pete about the conversation. He didn't seem too interested, but I kept thinking about it as we watched TV. At about two in the morning, after we had fucked our brains out, I asked my husband if he would do me a favor. I told him I wanted him to give Kelly a royal fucking. I told Pete that she was definitely pretty, and after much cajoling, finally convinced Pete to let me try to arrange a get-together.
The next opportunity I had to be alone with Kelly, I brought up the subject of sex again, and again she started bragging about her boyfriend. Finally I blurted out, “If you think he's so great, you should see what my husband does to me.” Kelly was shocked at my outburst, but I continued. “I don't think you're woman enough to take what he can give.” Before Kelly could say anything, I hauled a photo out of my wallet of Pete and me at the beach. Her eyes widened because, believe me, Pete is a hunk. He has a very muscular build, dark, curly hair and a smile that lights up like a neon sign.
“I think I would like to try it,” said Kelly. “Where will you be while we fuck?” I told her that I wanted to watch, but that I wouldn't interfere. The next thing I knew, we'd set it up for Friday night.
That Friday, Pete and I sat waiting for Kelly's arrival. He seemed relatively relaxed, but I knew that he was horny as hell, anticipating the encounter. For one thing, I had cut off our sex for the previous two nights, just to make sure that Pete was more than ready for Kelly.
We were both into our second martini when the doorbell rang. Kelly looked extremely good as she stepped into our apartment. Her skirt and blouse showed off the tits and ass that were never very apparent in her office outfits. All of a sudden I was apprehensive. Maybe she looked too good. Maybe Pete would never want to fuck me again after slipping inside her sexy cunt. But I put my doubts aside, and we all started conversing like old friends.
After drinks and conversation, I put some slow music on the CD player and asked, “Does anyone here like to dance?” Pete led Kelly to the middle of the room and began to work his magic. I must say that Pete uses his hands like a virtuoso. He moved them slowly and gently up and down Kelly's back, and then began to explore elsewhere. Kelly enjoyed it and let her body blend with his. It didn't take long before he was cupping her tits lightly in his hands. Although I was feeling a bit jealous, I was also becoming very aroused.
Pete, his timing perfect as usual, led Kelly into our bedroom, with me following. He took a long time undressing her, as he does with me. He finished the task by kneeling behind her and slowly slipping her panties down to her ankles. As he did so, he kissed the backs of her legs and the insides of her thighs. Kelly was quivering with excitement. Finally he led her to our bed and positioned her on her back.
His lovemaking was a joy to behold as he caressed, massaged, pinched and kissed every erogenous zone imaginable. He had her so primed for pleasure that Kelly came with the first contact of his fingers against her clit. Pete sucked and fucked this girl every which way, and made a feast of the juices from her cunt.
“Would you like it again?” he crooned to her after he'd already fucked her three times—each time ejaculating profusely into her cunt.
“Oh, God, I don't think I could take much more,” Kelly said. But her itchy cunt quickly got the best of her and she said, “Well, once more won't hurt.” With that, she spread her legs and let Pete slide his inexhaustible hard-on into her. She was so wet he could've probably gotten a whole arm in there if he'd wanted to.
By the time the evening ended, Kelly must've had a dozen orgasms. For my part, I got so worked up watching that I finally had no choice but to finger-fuck myself. When I tired of that, I finished off the job with my favorite vibrator.
When Pete was ready to come for the fourth time, he was fucking Kelly from the rear. “Turn around, baby,” he said to her. She turned to face him, and he put his cock between her fleshy breasts and gave her a long, superb titty-fuck. She watched the tip of his cock as it slid back and forth between her creamy-white tits. His nine-incher was only a short distance from her lips on each upward thrust. When his jism shot out, Kelly eagerly caught it on her lips and tongue. I must say that, while watching adult films is great, watching it all happen live was incredible!
As it turned out, Kelly and I became good friends. She must've mentioned Pete to other women, because in the following weeks I was constantly being asked by my coworkers if my husband was “available.” More often than not, I let him fuck them, as long as I could watch them do it. Pete was happy about the whole thing, and our sex life did not suffer. In fact, I found myself hornier than ever, especially when I began to participate with Pete and his new lovers. I found it extremely arousing to play with his partners' pussy lips as he fucked them. Sometimes I would even fondle the girls' nipples and lick their soft tits while Pete did his thing.
Pete just got a promotion at his company, and we were forced to move to another city. I haven't found a new set of women to share Pete with, but that might still happen once we get settled. I have noticed one thing, however. Pete seems to be getting more and more turned on when reading your letters about husbands watching their wives get fucked by other men. He even suggested that I consider trying it. Who knows, maybe I will!—
G.C., Marietta, Georgia
POOLSIDE PLAYTHING REMEMBERS TO USE THE BUDDY SYSTEM
Like a lot of other people, my girlfriend Edie and I like to spend our summers by the pool, getting tan and staying cool in the water. A wealthy couple who are friends of my parents let us use their pool whenever I want to, so we go there quite a bit. Edie is eighteen and just out of high school, and I'm a sophomore in college.
On one ninety-degree Wednesday last summer, Edie and I decided to go swimming. It's a big pool, in a very secluded yard in a rich neighborhood, so I was hoping for a little action with Edie while we were there. She is incredibly sexy, with long brown hair, a nice trim figure, long legs and full red lips. A lot of people tell her she should be a model. Her best feature is her hot ass. She has extra-wide hips and a creamy-white, fleshy bum that drives me insane. She's definitely not the smartest girl in the world, but that's all right by me because she's so damn fuckable.
Edie knows and loves the effect she has on men, but does a little too much cockteasing, if you want my opinion. She never had a bikini until last year, when a formerly wild friend of hers who'd gained weight gave one to her. But when she got it, that's practically all she wore for the rest of the summer. It was bright pink with black leopard stripes and string ties on the bottom and top.
This suit barely covered anything at all, so when she wore it you could just about see all of her ample tits and chubby ass.
We had been lying out in the sun for a while that day, when she said she was thirsty and asked if I'd get a soda for her. I was reading a book and was very relaxed, so I was a little annoyed at having to get in my car and go find her a soda somewhere. But I'm a nice guy, so I agreed. As I was leaving, I joked to her that if another man came by to fuck her, to tell him to wait for me. “I'll take the front and he can have you from behind.”
She laughed and asked, “Why do you want the front?”
One reason is that I love the feeling of her lips wrapped around my dick. Another is that I like the way her face looks with my big cock moving in and out of her pretty mouth. But I didn't give her either of these answers. Instead I said, “It's because I love you so much.” That seemed to satisfy her, so I closed the gate, got in my car and rode off in search of a Diet Coke for my princess.
After about fifteen minutes I returned to the house with a six-pack of Diet Coke, only to find a Cadillac pulling into the driveway ahead of me. I was surprised, because the couple that lives there is never home during the day. I parked my car on the street and stood back to see what was going on. Apparently the man of the house had gone golfing with a friend, and had come home for lunch. Both of these guys were obviously in their late forties. They went into the house, and through the picture window out front I could see them gawking at the bikini-clad babe in the backyard. With her Walkman and headphones on, she must not have heard their car pull up. She was lying on her back in the lounge chair, wearing her sunglasses, wiggling her sexy ass to the beat of the music.
The two men walked out to the pool, rubbing their hard-ons through goofy, plaid golf pants. They removed Edie's headphones. When she saw these two older men, she jumped in surprise. The owner said, “What are you doing here, young lady?”
Edie stammered, “I'm really sorry. I thought it was okay to be here. My boyfriend just went to get us something to drink.”
“Your boyfriend?” the owner asked.
“Yes. Dave. He says he knows you and your wife.”
The owner smiled. “Well, why didn't you say so?” He turned to his friend and said, “Dave is Jerry's kid. Nice boy. And from the looks of it, he knows how to pick women.”
Edie sat up straight and smiled at the flattery. I was about to go into the backyard and join them when, to my surprise, I saw Edie reach for the owner's zipper. That's one thing about Edie. All you have to do is toss her a compliment and she's ready to jump your bones. But two old guys like this? In plaid pants?
The owner, obviously delighted that a nubile eighteen-year-old was fiddling with his pants, said to his friend, “Like I said, that Dave certainly does know how to pick women.”
As Edie has told me herself, the things she likes to do most of all are fucking and sucking. And now it looked as though she was hungry for her fill of both. While she was unzipping the guy's pants, his friend was at the foot of the lounge chair, staring at her bikini-covered ass. Before the owner could say anything else, Edie had freed his dick from his pants. Boy, was I surprised. This guy had about the thickest penis I'd ever seen. It looked like one of the cans of soda I was carrying, and was covered with purple veins. Edie was practically salivating, and her eyes had grown wide. She whispered, “Please, may I?” looking sweetly up at him, then gently kissed the bloated head of his dick.
The guy was tongue-tied; Edie was anything but. He pulled her pretty little head down slowly onto his cock, stuffing his log into her mouth until his balls brushed against her chin. She started sucking him for all she was worth, drooling and slurping all over his humongous dick. He slipped her bikini top down a little to free her big tits and hard, brown nipples. He gently massaged her breasts, eliciting hums of pleasure from my horny young girlfriend. The old man was really loving it, and Edie was into it too.
As she did this, she wiggled her ass at the other guy. He was staring and grinning like a fool. He dropped his pants and undid the strings on either side of Edie's bikini bottom, allowing it to fall to the ground. Like I said, her big white ass is enough to make a priest forget his vows, and when she's on her hands and knees it's completely irresistible. Her pussy was so wet that, even from where I was standing on the other side of the fence, I could see it dripping.
The owner's friend gave my girlfriend's ass a playful squeeze as he mounted her from behind. She gave a little muffled yelp as his dick slipped inside her, but didn't take the fat prick out of her busy mouth. Her head just kept bobbing happily up and down on that monster cock.
Both the men were smiling from ear to ear now, porking away at this young marvel from both ends. Every time the guy behind her thrust into her hot pussy, her ass would ripple, her tits would shake back and forth and she'd let out a little moan. And with every one of those thrusts, her head plunged down on that flesh lollipop she was sucking, pushing the cockhead deep in her throat.
The men shook hands across her back, and the owner of the place winked at his buddy. “Honey,” he said to Edie, “you can trespass here anytime you like.” She moaned, but was too absorbed with his dick to say much of anything.
“Cat got your tongue?” the owner asked.
“Nope. Dick got her mouth,” his friend chuckled.
Edie swirled her tongue around and around the puffy head of one dick, and backed up hard against the one that was pumping her from behind. “God, you guys are so hard!” she managed to say. “I just hope my boyfriend doesn't see us.” She continued slobbering on the owner's thick dick, her saliva dripping down her chin and onto his balls. I'd always thought that Edie was especially pretty with a pair of nuts slapping against her chin. But until now, they'd always been my nuts. I had to admit, I was really turned on by this show.
She lazily scratched the guy's heavy balls while she gobbled his stick, and that was about all the poor sucker could stand. He pulled his dick away from her sweet lips with a little pop, and started groaning loudly. With a few brisk pulls, he began to shoot his load, blowing it straight into Edie's wide-open mouth. I couldn't believe how much come was firing out of that golfer's middle-aged prick. He must've been holding it in for a year! Edie was mesmerized by the size of his load as well, and had to keep her pouty mouth open for a full minute to catch it all.