“Oh,” she protested, “I couldn’t do that. I’m much too shy.” With that, just to show her how wrong she was, I stuck my index finger into her twat and wiggled it while I sucked her erect and still stiffening nipple. “Yes,” she sighed, trembling with passion, “I might do it at that, with proper stimulus.”
I was further encouraged when Margaret proudly told me after her last measurement session that the other girls teased Trevor about trying to cop a feel. She laughed wickedly when she described how the poor guy made it worse for himself by protesting his innocence. Margaret told me later, again with a certain amount of gratification, that his hands had seemed to linger on her upper thighs and under her breasts while he took those measurements.
I told her that she should give the kid an experience to remember next time—let him cop a real feel. She laughed and blushed a bit, and when I pressed her she admitted that she had shifted her weight a bit while Trevor’s hand was on her ribs and he had brushed against a stiffening nipple. And when he was checking her legs, she said, she had felt the back of his hand brush against her crotch.
“We could really have a great threesome or something with this guy,” I said. “Or I could just watch the two of you, if you’d like that better.”
Margaret actually blushed when she told me, “I’d really like to, but I think I’d have to be extra horny to take the first step.” She was thoughtful for a while, then said, “You can help me by turning me on, you know.” I promised I would, and that night, while we were engaged in foreplay, I ran my hand from her stomach up onto her tit. I squeezed the nipple and told her that was what she should let Trevor do the next time. Then I moved my hand up her leg and stroked her thigh a few times before placing it on her pussy. As she parted her legs, I told her that when Trevor measured her legs, she should bend her knees slightly so that his hands would slide right up to her hot-spot. I did just that to demonstrate, and when she ground her hot, wet pussy onto my knuckles I told her she should do that to Trevor’s hand too. Margaret immediately moaned, climbed on top of me and engulfed my hard rod in her dripping cunt for an extended and heated fuck session.
For the next month, every time we made love I would tease Margaret’s nipples and rub my hand against her pussy while telling her that she should have Trevor do this the next time he measured her. That always got her quite hot, and she would fuck like crazy. In the three days before Margaret was due for her measurements, we agreed not to fuck, so that Margaret would be in a good mood to make her move on Trevor. It was hard for me to pass up all that great pussy, but Margaret assured me that once she nailed Trevor, we’d really expand our sexual horizons. And I was all for that.
Margaret called me at work on the day for her next measuring session. “Come on home for lunch, and get me as horny as you can,” she said. “I really want to lose my inhibitions and get it on with Trevor.”
Needless to say, I was on my way immediately. We talked dirty, and both got turned on over lunch. Then we went into the bedroom to prepare Margaret for the big event. Margaret stripped and had a leisurely, steaming shower, emerging a virginal pink that was belied by the way she swung her ass and tits as she walked around, selecting her outfit. With no ceremony, I started playing with her nipples. Margaret moaned her excitement, and I caressed her pussy and rubbed my finger up and down the slit. Her moans increased, and she rotated her hips, ready for a farewell fuck. But I pointed out she’d be late if we did that. I gave her a flimsy set of silk underwear and told her to wear them instead of her sports undies. “Trevor will appreciate them,” I said, and left the room so she could get dressed. When she came to kiss me goodbye, I tweaked her nipples until they were visible through her top and rubbed her pussy. She moaned again.
“I’m ready for Trevor now,” she told me. “Ready for anybody.” I was inclined to agree she must be pretty well primed for an extramarital adventure. Then I told her to have fun and be nice to Trevor. Her face was flushed as she left. I figured Trevor was going to get lucky that day.
When Margaret came home a few hours later, she headed straight for the shower, as usual. Afterward, she came out into the living room in her robe. I could tell she was wearing only her panties underneath. She had little to say when I asked her how her session went. I coaxed her for details. She sat on the couch beside me, and sighed deeply. “It went just fine,” she said.
“How’s Trevor?” I asked. She blushed, and said nothing. I put my arm around her and squeezed her tit. “Look,” I said, “whatever happened with Trevor is okay with me. I was the one who egged you on, remember that? So you can tell me about it. That was supposed to be part of the fun, wasn’t it?” I could feel her relax then, and as she told me what had happened, her nipples hardened under my fingers.
Margaret said that Trevor was busy with some other people when she arrived at the gym. She started to work out on the equipment. The silk bra rubbed against her nipples and made them harden—so much so that she knew they were visible to anyone who might happen to look at her. This thought, and the fact that her flimsy, lacy panties were riding up into her pussy slit, made her start to lubricate. Margaret was heading for another piece of equipment when she noticed Trevor watching her, extra-close. She smiled at him as she climbed onto an exercise bike. The increased movement of her tits within the bra made the nipples even harder, which she knew was a step in the right direction, and to help things along she rubbed her pussy into the seat, trying to get some pressure onto her clit. Just then, Trevor called to her to come and get measured. As she walked over to the side of the room where the measuring took place, she told me, she felt Trevor’s eyes on her swaying tits and stiffening nipples. The two of them made small talk as Trevor started taking her measurements.
At this point in her story, I was really pulling on Margaret’s tits. She threw her robe open and pulled my head to her breasts and their engorged nipples. I sucked on each of them as my wife—heating up again now—continued her story.
Once Trevor was done with the preliminaries, he began to measure the dimensions that required him to touch the spots he had been teased about previously. He reached around Margaret from the back to measure her, and in doing so he brushed a trembling hand against a stiff nipple. Margaret said she sighed just enough so that Trevor could hear, and pushed her tit forward, into his hand. Trevor then put his other hand around her, ostensibly to retrieve the other end of the measuring tape. As he did so, he pinched Margaret’s nipple. Then he quickly squeezed the entire tit. Then, she said, as Trevor pulled his hands away, he “sort of accidentally” slid them down her sides and along her hips. Trevor then knelt beside Margaret to measure her legs. Margaret remembered what I had told her. When his hand was high on her leg measuring her inseam, Margaret buckled her knees slightly, so that his hand pressed lightly against her pussy. When he looked up at her inquiringly, she closed her eyes and dropped further onto his knuckles. She softly moaned as he made contact with her slit. Trevor pushed his hand back at her and rubbed it harder against her stiff love bud.
Margaret was ready for some shameless action now, and she began to grind her hips on his hand. Trevor whispered to her, “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be back.” Then he rose and went over to see off the few women who were still exercising. Margaret pretended to do her cool-off stretches for about five minutes. Then, when the last woman left, Trevor locked the door and came over to where Margaret was standing. He came up behind her and caressed her ass, then ran one hand up between her legs to rub her pussy. She moaned her appreciation, and that got results. He pulled her sweatpants down to her ankles and started kissing the backs of her thighs. Margaret spread her legs farther apart and leaned forward, over the stool in front of her. Then Trevor kissed his way to Margaret’s pussy, and tried to lick it through the panties.
Margaret got very horny as she related all this, and she pushed my head down from her tits to her lower body. I urged her to go on with her story, pulled her panties down her legs and dived into her pussy. She continued the story as I lapped away.
She said Trevor pulled her panties down to her ankles, and licked both her pussy and her thighs. She kicked the panties off and spread her legs to give him ready access. Trevor lay on his back and pulled her over him so that she straddled his head. Margaret said her pussy dripped on Trevor’s face as he stuck his tongue up into her slit. At the same time, he slid his hands beneath her top, raised her bra above her tits and played with her extended nipples. She ground her pussy as she came on his tongue. When my horny darling caught her breath, she saw that the head of Trevor’s cock was pushing out from under his sweat-pants. She pulled the pants down below his balls, leaned over and licked the hard shaft as she played with his balls. Trevor renewed his tongue action on her clit. Margaret said she wanted him to come first, so she rubbed his cock with her hands as she licked the head. When he moaned and bucked, she tightened her grip and increased her speed until he grunted loudly and shot hot seed that she gulped down as she came with him. When they caught their breaths, Margaret wiped them both off with a towel, and they dressed and parted. They agreed that this should not happen again, Margaret said, but we both knew that with my help, it would.
As she told me the story, Margaret had been stroking my cock. I had two fingers diddling her hot pussy while my thumb rubbed her clit. She started to tremble, and suddenly she pushed me onto my back. She dropped herself onto my hard cock, and ran her pussy fully down on it in one motion. I sucked her hanging nipples as she rode me fiercely. Then she shouted loudly as she orgasmed. I shot come deep into her hungry snatch. While she recovered her calm, I told her that next time I wanted to watch her and Trevor. She gave me a long, deep kiss.—
T.L., Petoskey, Michigan
“YOU SQUEAMISH PEOPLE JUST DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE MISSING!”
For years now, my wife and I have been addicted to
Penthouse Letters
. The letters get hotter and juicier with each issue. We really lick our chops reading about sensuous threesomes and erotic gang bangs. I don’t think anything gets our blood going more than reading aloud about a wanton housewife who is getting banged by two studs while her husband jerks off to the action.
Well, I shouldn’t say there’s
nothing
sexier. Penny and I have become obsessed with afterplay—licking and sucking up come after a torrid love scene. I think that’s what gets us horniest— reading about some slutty housewife lapping it up like a lioness in heat. We especially like the hot stories where the spouse joins in the fun, slurping up cunt cream and stringy sperm right alongside his wife.
It’s taken us a few years to realize our full sexual potential, but now there’s no going back. We get hungrier all the time. Sometimes we make love just to feed our sexual appetites for come, slurping up gobs of pussy juice and hot semen like there’s no tomorrow. I’ve grown accustomed to going down on Penny after we’ve had intercourse and licking our combined love juices from her tasty love hole. Then we usually share a wet French kiss for a few minutes before resuming come-slurping and tongue-swapping. Penny often licks her fingers after she finger-fucks herself. Her twat juice is so damn enticing, the smell and taste drive us both wild. We can never get enough of this action.
Penny loves it when I shoot my entire ejaculate into her mouth. Sometimes she won’t share it with me, but usually we find a happy medium and each samples part of the load in a meeting of our mouths and tongues. There’s nothing like the taste of come after sex. It’s the most intimate and sexy thing a couple can share. Hell, you squeamish people out there just don’t know what you’re missing!
You probably think we’re pretty kinky, but what I’ve told you so far is only part of our story. I’ll share some more of our sexual escapades with all you readers. It may convince you to open up and try a few naughty things in your own bedrooms.
One day, I got home about five-thirty, a little beat but not too tired for some fun if Penny was in the mood. Boy, let me tell you, she was definitely in the mood. I found her in the dining room, all decked out in her most sultry black lace teddy and her most seductive black raspberry lipstick. Her bedroom eyes said, “Fuck me now!”
She was smoking a cigarette, and one arm was rhythmically moving back and forth. Obviously, she was playing with herself under the table. “Hi, honey,” I greeted her. She replied with a long, drawn-out moan and smiled seductively, lazily exhaling smoke and gently grabbing my prick, already standing at attention. She rolled her cigarette in her pouting, wet lips as if it were a small, erect cock, and she sucked the cigarette like she was coaxing it to climax.
Then she slowly raised her hand from under the table. I almost came then and there! She held out a half-peeled banana, slick with pussy come, with which she obviously had been fucking herself.
“I couldn’t wait for you so I started to have my fun a bit early,” she said. “Hope you don’t mind.” She added, “I have to watch my figure, so I thought I’d have some fruit for supper. The only thing is, I can’t find any low-fat whipped cream for a topping. Think you can help me, babe?”
My dick was rock-hard and I knew it wouldn’t be too long before I provided my horny little wife with a hefty load of fresh cream for her banana split. What a sight it was when she brought that squishy banana up to her nose for a whiff and snaked her tongue down it to taste her own come. “Mmm, this tastes good,” she said. “But it needs a nice coating of something white and gooey. C’mon honey, help me out.”
I had my cock in my hand by then, and I was feverishly pumping away. Her eyes grew wider as my prick grew thicker and longer. As my breathing quickened, she held the banana close to my prick and coaxed me to aim my jets at it. In a moment I felt that familiar sensation in my loins and I growled, “Oh baby, I’m gonna come for you now. You’re the sexiest woman in the world. Oh God, here it comes!” I shot a humongous load of fresh, sticky semen all over her hand, as well as the banana. I covered Chiquita with sperm.