The stripper let out a throaty groan as he fucked in and out of her asshole. The bridegroom was as unperturbed as a porn star about having an audience. He was thoroughly into what he was doing, pumping his hard-on in and out of the stripper’s anus. Then he grimaced and shot his load right up her ass.
“Fuck, that was good,” he said afterward. “Would somebody please remind me why the hell I’m getting married?” Somebody did, and he got hitched the next morning, right on schedule. But I know he has to think about that stripper a lot. I sure do.
If the girl sitting beside me in the car was that kind of stripper, I could see why the birthday boy’s father was upset. But I played innocent and said, “So he saw you at a bachelor party? So what?”
Toni said, “He did more than just see me. I kind of sucked his cock.” She giggled at the memory. “He said his wife never gave him any head. He was pretty pathetic, really, but he was a great tipper.”
Toni seemed to remember that she was talking to someone she had met only five minutes ago. “I guess this all sounds kind of shocking,” she said.
“Oh, no, I hear this kind of thing every day,” I joked. “So then the dad kicked you out?”
“First he got all holier-than-thou. While I got in my costume, he said it was disgusting that I did both kinds of jobs, and that I would have to leave. But right in the middle of this lecture, his wife appeared behind him. She asked what was going on. So I told her.”
“Ouch,” I said.
“I had gotten paid in advance, what did I care?” Toni said. “Sanctimonious asshole. Anyway, I’m really glad you picked me up. That’s my place, right up there on the left. You want to come in?”
“Only if you’ll put on a show for me.”
She smiled. “I assume you don’t mean the kind in the costume.”
Inside, she let me watch her go from bear to bare. Her tits were as big as silicone jobs, but looked one hundred percent natural. Her nipples were as big around as beer coasters. I couldn’t believe she was wasting her time doing bachelor parties instead of dancing at strip clubs for real money. It was no wonder the guy that afternoon had recognized her. She was the kind of girl who left a lasting impression.
She lowered her skimpy panties. Most of her crotch was shaved, except for a little tuft of golden hair above her pussy. It pointed to the split between her puffy cunt lips like an arrow.
Her whole body was shiny with sweat from being in the hot costume for so long. She asked if I wanted to take a shower with her. I said, “I like you just fine this way.” She seemed to like that answer. She led me to her bed and lay back against the pillows, keeping her legs discreetly crossed while I stripped.
I licked sweat from her neck, her tits and her armpits. She rolled me onto my back and started sucking my dick. I was worried that she would try to make me come in a hurry. A girl in her line of work was probably an expert at getting guys off as quickly as possible.
What I didn’t expect was that she also knew how to make a guy last a long, long time. Each time I was ready to come, she backed off and squeezed the base of my cock with her fingertips. When my urge to shoot had passed, she would go back to licking and sucking my prick.
I returned the favor by eating her pussy for all I was worth. I speared my tongue as deep in her hole as I could. I sucked her clit and nibbled on the big, soft lips of her cunt. She responded by grinding her pussy against my face until she came. She cried out with release. Then she put her mouth back on my dick. I knew that the next time I started coming, she wouldn’t stop me.
My balls were hard. My whole dick was throbbing, forcing my come up its length and shooting it into Toni’s mouth. She sucked even harder, wanting it all, and I gave her everything I had. It was sweet. And I didn’t even have to tip her.—
M.C., Roanoke, Virginia
A HELPING HAND—GOOD NEIGHBOR POLICY PAYS OFF BIG-TIME
I’m one of those men who like to see their wives get fucked by other men. My wife Heather is a natural auburn-haired beauty with a shapely body and highly sensitive 38D titties. Her pussy hairs are thick and curly and she has the most beautiful long legs in the neighborhood.
Heather had not been fucked by anyone else for quite awhile, and she agreed she was ready for some action. She knows how I like to watch. If her lover does not know this, all the better.
Heather is twenty-six years old and she has the hots for Bill, our black nineteen-year-old neighbor. Bill likes to help Heather with the yard work, and she loves to cock-tease him. She gets a charge out of watching him try to hide the bulge in his pants. She likes to work in a slim G-string and skimpy halter top. She keeps the G-string pulled up tight into the crack of her cunt, exposing her thick cunt lips and glimpses of auburn pussy hair. I felt good about all this. The time had come for me once again to watch my wife get fucked by another man.
I was hiding in our spacious walk-in clothes closet. The door, ajar, gave me a full view of our bedroom and TV room. Heather had invited Bill over to watch the ball game. She was wearing white see-through bikini panties that showed her luxuriant growth of pussy hairs. Her stiff clit was swollen and red. Her transparent bra fully exposed her firm round breasts. Heather and Bill sat on the couch, laughing and talking. Then she took the bull by the horns, so to speak. She pulled Bill’s face to her own, then kissed him fully on the mouth and obviously ran her tongue down his throat. This had the desired effect. As Heather steered him toward our bedroom, Bill put his arms around her. When Heather held her mouth open against his, Bill was obviously running his tongue down
her
throat, and she just as obviously was liking it. My cock was as hard as a rock and I could hardly breathe.
Standing by our king-size bed, Heather helped Bill off with his shirt. He reached around and unhooked her bra. As her tits spilled out, she grasped his head again, and moved his mouth tight onto one of her large nipples. He fondled the other with both of his large hands. Her breast looked like a cream puff, cupped in his black fingers.
As Heather knelt to slip Bill’s khakis down and off, I could see his monstrous rod sticking up over his jockey shorts. When Heather rose to her feet she assessed the goodies and realized what a large cock she was getting ready to take on and in. She took a step back to admire it fully. She slowly reached out and placed both hands on that broad shaft, feeling it, trying to take its measure. Then Heather pulled the boy next door down on the coverlet next to her.
Bill’s mouth found Heather’s tit again as he slipped off her damp panties. She pulled his shorts down and pressed his huge salami to her legs and then to her mound of Venus. By then, my cock was jerking so hard I thought for sure I was going to come. But I held out for even hornier inspiration. Heather lay back with a pillow under her hips, and spread her legs good and wide. She grasped Bill’s prick and rubbed the plum-size cock-head on the distended labia at the entrance to her pussy. Then she tilted her pelvis to give that thickening rod better access to her eager, dripping cunt.
After what seemed like an age, Bill took his penis in one hand and guided it into my wife’s welcoming pussy. I could almost feel the tightness and the heat as I watched Bill feeding Heather all that black cock, seeing how much she liked it. Then Bill pumped his ass forward just as Heather hunched herself forward on that huge salami of his and ran it in several final inches, to the hilt.
Heather came almost immediately. Bill must have come at the same time. I don’t know how long his body kept quivering before he finally pulled back. There was an audible “pop” as his cock left that happy but grasping cunt. I stifled a gasp and came in my pants. Then Heather had Bill stand in front of her. She played with his cock and balls and gradually jacked him up to a full a spectacular erection again.
I heard her tell him she wanted him to fuck her like a horse. He was all for it. Heather got on her hands and knees, and he easily entered her love-tube from the rear in what for anyone else would have been doggie-fashion. Bill was gentle in his fucking after Heather told him she had never taken a cock that big. But she joyfully shouted, “I love it!” when he got the monster all the way in, and he pumped her deeper and faster. When Bill reached around and grasped Heather’s pendulous tits, I thought she would go crazy. She yelled about how good it felt. “Harder, Billy,” she shouted. “Pull my nipples. Squeeze me!” I came again as I watched that stallion drill my wife while she hollered for more.
Since that first afternoon, I’ve arranged to watch those two fucking several more times. After each visit, when Bill has gone home and Heather has rested, she sucks my cock to full erection, then fucks me until I can’t get it up anymore.
Some day I’ll invite Bill to watch me fuck Heather. But I want to watch them a few more times before I let him in on our secret.—
J.L., Rochester, New York
TWO MAY BE COMPANY, BUT FOUR’S AN ADULT BIRTHDAY PARTY
This letter is to share with your readers the wonderful birthday present I gave my wife. Caroline had often fantasized about how wonderful it would be to have two lovers at the same time. Little did she know that I would arrange that for her, and also hang around to watch the show.
My beautiful wife was preparing to turn forty. Although she looks much younger and has a figure any woman would be proud of, she was feeling down about it. Over the years, she’s often told me of how every woman dreams of having two men in bed at the same time. I’m sure she never thought she’d live out those fantasies.
As a regular reader of
Penthouse Letters
, I’d been fascinated by the letters from men who like to watch their wives with other men. The idea was a little daunting, but it also got me very excited. I finally decided Caroline deserved the opportunity, and that I would arrange for two friends to be of “service” to her. My plan included watching them at first and joining them later. Dave and Larry, the lucky friends I chose to help, were at first shocked, then interested. They both agreed that my wife is a very sexy lady.
Caroline and I went out to dinner the weekend of the big four-oh. I had arranged for Dave and Larry to “accidentally” meet us after dinner, when we were having drinks. They joined us at our table, and the four of us spent the evening drinking and dancing. The evening advanced, and I had fewer dances with Caroline as the two of them competed for her attention. During one slow dance, Dave kept his hands firmly on Caroline’s shapely rear. The music ended, and he kissed her before returning to the table.
The combination of her male admirers and the alcohol made Caroline lose her inhibitions. Even the gentlemanly Larry got into the spirit of the evening. As Dave and Caroline held each other in another slow dance, Larry snuggled up against Caroline from behind. His cock was obviously straining against his trousers as he pressed it up against Caroline’s ass. She wiggled appreciation, and he nuzzled her neck as the three of them moved to the music. It was at that point that I realized it was time to adjourn the party to our house.
I told the guys that Caroline and I needed to head home while I could still drive. Caroline protested, until I suggested that Dave and Larry follow us home for a nightcap. Luckily the drive was a short one.
I had arranged for another friend to leave a message on our answering machine requiring me to drive to the office and deal with a systems security problem. This would give Dave and Larry the opportunity to fulfill Caroline’s fantasy and for her to feel she was safely alone to enjoy herself. I told Caroline that I was leaving her in good hands, drove the car around the corner, then walked home. I went around back, to watch the action through a sliding glass door.
I had left the drapes open for a full view of the living room and the three heated, horny participants. Not even Dave and Larry knew that I was going to watch from the deck, which also provided a view of the bedroom.
The first thing I saw was Larry and Caroline slow-dancing. I still don’t know if there was music. Their lips locked together for what must have been a tongue-probing kiss. After a few minutes, Dave got up from the sofa and joined them. Caroline turned her head for a passionate kiss.
While this was happening, the two men explored Caroline’s curves. At first she half-heartedly brushed them away, but she soon relaxed and enjoyed it. Then things happened quickly. As Dave kissed Caroline, Larry started undressing my horny birthday girl. First her skirt fell to the floor. Then he unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a black lace bra. He caressed each breast in turn. Caroline showed no direct reaction to this, but concentrated on her passionate kiss with Dave. Larry unfastened her bra. He somehow got his head between Caroline and Dave, and took her rosy left nipple into his mouth. That got a reaction. Caroline grasped the back of Larry’s head, as if to be sure he kept sucking her tit. By this time, Dave realized she was wearing only a half slip and panties, and as Larry kept up his attentions on the top half of Caroline, Dave moved his hand down her stomach until he found her cunt and the wetness between her legs.
I could tell when he slid his fingers inside her pussy. That was when she broke off the embrace and spread her legs. Dave and Larry were enjoying my wife’s body right before my eyes in my own living room, and I sat there watching and rubbing my cock as I enjoyed the sight of it.
Dave removed the last of Caroline’s clothing and I saw her glistening love juices run down her slim legs. Larry continued sucking her tits. Dave began licking her pussy. Caroline stood erect the whole time. Then she broke off a kiss to tell the guys, “Time to come up for air, studs, and let’s get horizontal—fast.” She was triumphant as the two men carried her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace. Dave placed a pillow beneath her head as she reached up, unzipped Larry’s slacks and liberated his rock-hard cock. It was the size of my own—about seven inches long. She popped it right into her mouth.
As she hungrily sucked Larry’s cock, which I could see from her bobbing Adam’s apple was down her throat, she went for Dave’s love-stick. It must have been ten inches long, and thick as my wrist. I wondered if she could handle a prick of that size.