Once when the guys went for a swim, I joked with Diane that the two eighteen-year-olds would make a great gift for her thirty-sixth birthday. Did she think she could handle three cocks at once?
She said, “I don’t know, but it sure would be fun trying.”
By all outward appearances Diane and I are your typical urban professional couple. But we have on occasion shared our fantasies—and our bodies—with select friends.
She loves to suck cock, on occasion achieving orgasm while sucking off an attractive male partner. I could just imagine her on her knees pleasing these young men with what would no doubt be the blowjob of their lives.
As the guys swam back toward us, Diane headed to the cabana for a new round of drinks.
As she did, she pulled the tiny string holding her top in place and allowed it to fall to the ground. Nelson and Stuart climbed out of the pool staring in disbelief, watching my gorgeous wife walk away wearing little more than sunglasses!
Nelson said, “Is she really going to the bar topless?”
I smiled proudly and said, “She sure is. Wait till you see the view from the front!”
I told the guys about our special relationship, in which we occasionally invite close friends to party with us. As this was Diane’s birthday, we hoped they would join us on the beach that night at eleven to celebrate. They said they would come and bring the champagne.
Just then Stuart spotted Diane headed our way. The three of us watched as she made her way back, proudly exposing her perfect breasts, wearing only the thong bottom, dark glasses and a baseball cap. Giggling, she said the bartender so loved her showing up at the bar topless that the drinks were “on the house for the pretty American lady.”
Before Diane and I went back to our room to prepare for dinner, it was agreed we would meet on the beach at eleven. In the room, I told Diane of my chat with Nelson and Stuart and said I had a feeling her hot body would get a workout before the night was done. She kissed me and said, “Honey, I’m going to be a real little slut tonight. I’ll do my best to please you.”
At eleven sharp we headed over the dunes. The guys, as promised, had brought two bottles of good champagne, as well as their CD player. Diane wore her tiny bikini, while Nelson, Stuart and I had on shorts and sandals. It was a full moon, and we decided to head down the beach half a mile and walk back in the dunes for a little more privacy.
We found a great location—dunes on three sides and a view of the moonlit ocean. I spread out the blanket, Nelson opened the champagne, and Stuart put a good CD on the player.
Diane went over and put her arms around Stuart’s neck. She pushed her body against his and said, “Don’t I get a birthday kiss?” Stuart responded by pulling her close and sticking his tongue in her mouth. Not to be outdone, Nelson put his arm around her. He pulled her close and placed a hand on her shapely butt. He took over the French-kissing and continued till she moaned and went limp in his arms.
My wife is an excellent dancer and has long wanted to dance, strip and sexually please a group of attractive men. As the champagne flowed and the music played, it was clear that she was about to live out that fantasy.
For the next twenty minutes Nelson, Stuart and I sat on the blanket drinking champagne while she danced, teased, stretched and exposed her luscious body to us. She then urged the guys to their feet and felt their chests and arms, complimenting them on how attractive they were.
When the guys returned the compliment, she asked them to remove her bikini and touch her all over. Nelson looked to me for approval. I asked why he and Stuart weren’t honoring the birthday girl’s request.
Both guys sported huge hard-ons. They pulled the strings holding Diane’s bikini and let it fall to her feet. Nelson licked her left breast, while Stuart hugged her and licked her right breast. I watched my wife give herself to the horny young men. She reached to massage their rigid poles through their shorts. The guys, more and more excited, ran their hands all over her body, licking and kissing and rubbing their bodies against her.
Not wanting to be left out, I removed my shorts, walked over to them and asked my wife if she wanted to blow me while the guys watched. Wanting to put on a good show, she sank to her knees in the sand and massaged my cock to its full eight inches while licking my balls and making whimpering sounds.
She started to lick the shaft. I slid the big head past her lips and in her throat, and she sucked away. I gestured for the guys to remove their shorts and move in so Diane could please them too. As they moved to either side of me, cocks thrusting forth, she took one in each hand and guided them to her mouth.
After a few minutes of her taking turns blowing them, it became evident from the moaning that all three were nearing orgasm. Diane concentrated on Nelson, clutching his ass-cheeks while her mouth moved like a piston on his six-inch cock. He leaned back, yelled, “I’m coming,” and emptied his cream in Diane’s mouth.
No sooner did Nelson’s cock fall from my wife’s lips than Stuart slid his seven-incher in. He stood over her fucking her face. Just as she reached orgasm and opened her mouth to scream, Stuart’s hard cock slipped out of her mouth and erupted. His thick white come poured onto the sand.
Diane crawled over to me on the blanket. She rolled onto her back, with her arms stretched back over her head, and closed her eyes.
“Mmmm, honey,” she said. “See how much come they gave me?”
I kissed her and told her I loved her and it was my turn to please her. I kissed her neck and ears. I caressed her body with hands and lips and worked my way down her firm tummy. I tongued the inside of her thighs on into her pussy. She ran her fingers through my hair, saying how good she felt.
I continued kissing, licking and working my fingers up in her. The guys lay on either side of her, rubbing her stomach, up her ribs and lightly fondling and licking her nipples. My licking brought her nearer climax.
Stuart continued to lick her nipples and Nelson French-kissed her. The three of us held her through her orgasm. I repositioned myself, lifting her legs over mine and around my waist. I set my cock against her pussy lips and eased it into her.
Fully impaled, she threw her head back and arched her back, pushing her hard-nippled breasts skyward. My wife is so light, I can lift her back and forth on my cock, which is what I did as Nelson and Stuart watched. I set her back on the blanket and climbed on top. I pushed my cock in and fucked her to another climax.
As I finished, I told Stuart to fuck her as vigorously as I had and fill her with come. She lay on her back, legs spread and arms stretched to either side. Stuart got into position, and you could see the action of his back and ass muscles as he moved his strong cock in and out of my wife’s pussy. She moaned with each thrust. He gave my baby the fucking of her life, finally announcing that he was about to come.
As Stuart climbed off, Nelson took his place. He guided his cock into Diane’s pussy. Again my wife was being fucked by a guy half her age raging with hormones. He seemed to use every muscle in his body as he drove his cock in and out of her. He brought her to another mind-blowing orgasm and still wasn’t done.
As he neared his orgasm, in one motion he pulled his cock from her pussy and popped his load in her mouth. Later I found out that Diane had whispered to him to come in her mouth so she could taste his spunk.
This went on for another three hours. We’ll remember that birthday for a long time.—
S.G., Salt Lake City, Utah
THE JOURNEY TO AN ORGY BEGINS WITH A SINGLE STEP: MEETING A FRIENDLY COUPLE
My wife Morgan and I are regular readers of
Penthouse Letters
and love the exciting stories your readers share.
We have been married for ten years and still have great sex with lots of sucking and fucking in all positions. Morgan has an amazingly sensual body. She has pear-shaped breasts and the nicest ass I’ve seen. We like to read letters about swinging couples and end up making love as we read them.
In a recent issue we were both extremely worked up over a letter about a poolside orgy. It led to hours of balling as we talked about how much fun it would be to get involved in an orgy.
Unfortunately we didn’t have a clue as to how to go about it. We didn’t feel comfortable suggesting it to our current friends. We finally decided to try to find another couple to swing with. Morgan suggested that we head downtown for the weekend, hit some of the hot nightclubs and hope for the best.
We both went shopping the week before our lustfest was to occur. My wife bought an extremely short leather miniskirt that showed off her great legs. When she turned around I felt the leather material over her perfectly curved ass and knew she would be a hit. To complement the skirt she bought black crotchless panties.
On the Friday night of the long-awaited weekend we entered one of the more popular dance clubs around midnight. It was packed.
My wife immediately eyed a good-looking man sitting with a blonde near the dance floor. I ordered Morgan a vodka martini and we checked out the couple a little more from a distance. The blonde got up for a moment to adjust her skirt and I nudged Morgan.
We quickly walked over and asked the couple if we could join them. They seemed pleased that we’d approached them, and I had a feeling the night was off to a good start. The guy’s name was Jules, and his coy and sexy wife was Lainie. They looked to be around our age, thirty-something, so it was easy to make conversation. They were also down for the weekend looking for a little excitement.
We continued talking until a slow song came on and Jules jumped at the chance to ask Morgan to dance. She readily accepted. Lainie then stood up, affording me another look at her curvaceous body. She smiled naughtily as she asked me to dance.
By the time Lainie and I were in each other’s arms on the floor, Jules was already squeezing my wife’s perfect ass-cheeks. I couldn’t believe how fast things were happening. They were dancing so close together you would have needed a crowbar to separate them.
I pulled Lainie close to me. Her breasts were much larger than my wife’s. She asked if I was a jealous husband; I smiled back at her as I shook my head. She pressed her tits against my chest. The feel of them and her narrow waist in my hands gave me an instant hard-on.
Lainie smiled back and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me close to her. I got a whiff of her sexy scent and grew excited about the possibilities. I lowered my hands to her ass and began feeling it all over. She just moaned in response and whispered that she wasn’t wearing panties.
My throbbing member sprang to attention and pressed against my pants. I was sure Lainie could feel my arousal. When the dance ended, she thanked me and then looked right at my cock. She said she would like to take care of my problems; we should see if the others were ready for some fun.
When we got back to our table Morgan was sitting in Jules’s lap, locked in a passionate kiss. Lainie suggested we head back to one of our hotels. As soon as we could settle our bills, the four of us left.
They had a gorgeous suite in one of the more extravagant hotels in town. I felt like I was in a movie. As we entered, Jules asked if anyone wanted a drink. We all said yes, and he popped open an excellent bottle of champagne.
Lainie asked Morgan to come with her into the bedroom and told us guys to relax and enjoy our bubbly. I noticed Jules had a boner in his pants that looked at least as large as my eight-incher.
The women really took their time. Unconsciously, I started rubbing my pole through my pants. Jules quickly unbuckled his pants, and I saw that his cock was in fact
larger
than mine, with a fat purple head.
The idea of him fucking my wife with it made me more excited than anything thus far. Just then the bedroom door opened. The ladies strutted out in see-through teddies, looking good enough to eat, which is what I wanted to do to Lainie’s pussy.
Jules took Morgan on his lap and I laid Lainie on the opposite couch. As I expected, Jules buried his face in my wife’s cunt. He pulled the material of her teddy to the side and just gobbled up her pussy. I wanted to keep watching, but I had a snatch of my own awaiting attention.
I pulled the crotch of Lainie’s teddy to the side, exposing her dangling pink cunt lips. I got a few licks of her sweet-tasting snatch when she threw back her head and begged me to fuck her. I wasn’t about to hold back, but I needed more room for what I had planned. I led my blonde honey into the bedroom, and the others followed.
Lainie lay down on the big bed and spread her legs. I plunged my whole dong into her lovely sluice. She felt really hot and tight and we started a rhythm that got the whole bed shaking. I looked over and saw Jules’s dick easing between my wife’s well-spread legs. When he had his pecker all the way in her, he drove it in and out in long strokes.
I followed suit and saw that the women liked action. We pumped them for a solid fifteen minutes. At one point they looked at each other and held hands as they moaned in ecstasy. Jules and I were on the brink of coming, and by the sound of the women, so were they.
My balls tightened and I let out a moan as I unloaded in Lainie’s quim. This started a chain reaction. Next came Morgan, then Jules, blasting what seemed an even bigger load than mine. Some come oozed out of Morgan’s muff. Lainie’s whole body shook with excitement as we all watched her come.
What happened next is what really made the evening great. Jules and I pulled our cocks out of our partners and rolled off the bed for a moment. Lainie felt Morgan’s soaked slit with her hand, then lowered her head so she could lap up her husband’s come. I knew Morgan had always wanted to try making it with a woman, and now was her chance.
Morgan pulled Lainie’s hips up over her face and began sucking out my come from Lainie’s box. They both moaned with delight, which made Jules and me rock-hard again. Morgan and Lainie were completely lost in each other. Morgan bucked her hips up against Lainie’s mouth and came again. Lainie ground her mound furiously into Morgan, moaning loudly.