Letters to Penthouse XIII (25 page)
Greg turned my face to the side and gave me a long, loving kiss from behind. “You’re a fast learner, aren’t you?” he said. He pushed his cock all the way back inside my asshole again, as deep as it would go, stretching me to my absolute limits.
“I may be new at this,” I said, trying to sound really slutty. “But it’s not like I’m some babe in the woods.”
Greg was fucking my butt again by then. He never had gone soft after he came. “Oh, yes you are,” he said. “You most definitely are a beautiful, sexy babe in the woods.”—
T.N., Nashville, Tennessee
STATION WAGONS HAVE LOTS OF ROOM, BUT THESE THREE ONLY NEED THE FRONT SEAT
My wife and I enjoy reading your magazine, especially the stories about wives fucking other men. However, Jane wonders how many of these women get pregnant by these men. As you will see, she has good reason to wonder.
Our story begins one evening when I asked Jane to drive me out to a service station some miles away, where I had left my truck to be repaired earlier that day. She was dressed in a short housecoat that zipped from top to bottom, but she decided there was no need for her to change, as she wouldn’t be getting out of her station wagon.
On the way to the service station we spotted a good friend of mine named Gil walking along the road, carrying a cooler of beer. He was a young man with curly black hair and a hard, trim body, the result of working on farms across the country. He would work in one area for a while, then move on when there was more work elsewhere.
We stopped and asked Gil if he wanted a ride. He said sure, and got in the front seat with us. I was driving, so Jane moved over toward me to allow him to slide in. As he did, his hand brushed across her breast. Jane smiled and told him to be careful or he would make her horny.
As we drove along, we drank a few beers, which made us feel pretty good. Gil’s arm was around my wife’s shoulders, his fingertips idly brushing the top of her tit. After a while I could tell that Jane was getting aroused. Her hand was on my cock, stroking it, as Gil’s fingers gradually got a bit bolder with her breasts.
At one point Gil said he wanted to take a pee, so I stopped the station wagon by the side of the road and he got out. Jane turned to me, and before she could say anything, I took hold of the zipper of her housecoat and pulled it all the way down. The housecoat opened to show me her naked body, and she was so aroused, it didn’t bother her at all. I started rubbing her tits, which got her even more excited.
When Gil returned to the car, I saw that he had taken all his clothes off and his hard cock was sticking out from his body. Jane’s back was to him, but she knew he was there all right, and she didn’t say a word when I slipped the housecoat off her shoulders, leaving her as naked as he was.
My fingers went between her legs and began playing with her wet cunt as she put her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. Then she looked in my eyes and asked if this was really okay with me. “Yes,” I told her. “Go for it.”
Jane got on her knees on the seat, then reached behind her and grasped Gil’s cock, pulling it toward her waiting pussy. My hand was still playing with her cunt, and I felt his cockhead push through her pussy lips. He gave a groan as he buried himself inside her with one stroke. She hugged me with all her might as he began to fuck her with powerful thrusts.
I had the feeling that neither of them would last very long under these circumstances. After about ten hard thrusts, Jane began to shake and Gil went rigid as he pumped his seed in my wife’s belly. I felt her body convulsing each time his come spurted in her.
Gil slowly removed his softening cock from Jane’s pussy. I was about to fuck her myself when we spotted three people on a small hill not far away. I started the station wagon and drove on as Gil and Jane quickly got dressed.
I picked up my truck at the service station, Gil went on his way, and Jane drove home in the station wagon. As I had to settle some details with the garage owner, she got home long before I did. By the time I arrived, she had showered and was sound asleep. A note was on the table, telling me that she had to leave early the next morning to visit a friend of hers whose mother had passed away unexpectedly. It also said that she had something she had to tell me, and she would call me as soon as possible.
The next night I had two phone calls. One was from a friend of mine, who said that he and two other friends were hoping to get the same kind of treat that Gil had gotten, and soon. Evidently Gil had been talking. The other call was from Jane, telling me that she would be staying with her friend for a few weeks. She also told me that she had gone off birth control pills about two weeks before she fucked Gil in the truck.
Jane returned about three weeks later, with the news that she thought she was pregnant. She and I are now the happy parents of a healthy baby son, with dark, curly hair like Gil’s and we’re happy to have him.
And what about those other three guys? I’ll have to tell you about that another time.—
E.I., Ames, Iowa
SHE NEEDED MORE THAN HE COULD GIVE HER, SO HE GAVE HER AN IDEA: OTHER MEN
I met Mona when we were in law school together. She was vivacious, intelligent and strikingly beautiful. At first we were just good friends. We studied together, and sometimes went out with a group of other people to have a few drinks or go to the movies.
Mona had a great figure and dressed attractively but not provocatively. Though she never made a point of it, it appeared that she was not interested in developing a sexual relationship with any of her classmates. It was not that she was prudish, just a bit standoffish. I, of course, was falling completely in love with her.
One night we were studying together at her apartment, her roommate having gone home for the weekend. It seemed to me that there was a tension in the air which I had never felt with her before. At one point we were sitting on the couch when I suddenly looked up at her. She had an unfamiliar look in her eyes, one that seemed to be a mixture of desperation and passion. Without thinking, I moved toward her and reached out to embrace her. She returned my embrace, and before I realized what was happening, we were in a deep kiss.
When we broke, she looked in my eyes and said, “Frank, I love you.”
That was twenty years ago, and we were married two years later. I went into business with some considerable success, and Mona went to work for a corporate law firm, where she is now a much-respected partner.
It turned out that Mona’s initial sexual reserve had been something of a self-protective measure. She is a highly passionate lover, with a voracious sexual appetite that has increased over the years. Although she still dresses somewhat conservatively most of the time—at least on the outside— she has become quite an exhibitionist when we go off alone for the weekend or on vacations. She knows that it turns me on, as well as making her feel liberated.
We became intimate rather soon after that first kiss, and it was then I discovered that beneath those conservative skirts and blouses, she almost always wore sexy lingerie— skimpy briefs, garter belts and sensual bras. This remains true today. Now, however, she also has a secret vacation wardrobe: short skirts, tight jeans, low-cut dresses and blouses, and sexy stockings and shoes.
Although Mona had had sex before she met me, she was still relatively inexperienced. She had usually gotten herself off by masturbating. With me she discovered she could have multiple orgasms rather easily. While I pride myself on being an attentive lover, it became evident about five years into our relationship that Mona needed more than even I could provide. She worked hard at her job during the day, and found that great sex was the best way for her to relax and forget about her professional responsibilities.
At first we augmented my efforts with vibrators and dildos. Some nights Mona would get off four or five times. But eventually it became evident that she needed even more. It was a difficult decision for me at first, but after a time I suggested to her that she might want to have lovers. This would introduce some variety and excitement to her sex life. I knew she loved me deeply, so I didn’t think I would be too jealous.
Mona was interested, but she was worried about her reputation, so we decided we would pursue her sexual needs only with strangers. That’s when we began to go off on weekend trips, the purpose of which was for her to screw other men, sometimes with me there and sometimes not.
It was at that point that Mona began to buy what she refers to as her slut wardrobe. On our first weekend we went to a nice resort, and that night she went out to dinner wearing a see-through black blouse, a black low-cut bra, a black leather skirt that barely covered her ass, black thong panties, fishnet stockings and red high heels. She put on heavier makeup than ususal to accent her full mouth and large dark eyes.
Needless to say, everyone in the restaurant seemed to be looking our way, often not very subtly. Our waiter was especially accommodating. He was a good-looking guy in his twenties. At the end of the meal, we asked him if he would like to come up to our room for a drink when he got off duty. He didn’t hesitate to accept.
At eleven o’clock Paul, the waiter, knocked on our door. Mona was as horny as I had ever seen her. This was going to be her first lover since we had gotten together. She made him a drink and sat down on the bed, making sure that her skirt was positioned so that he could get a good look at her legs and her barely covered pussy.
Shortly after our first drink, I made an excuse about needing some fresh air and left the two of them alone. I came back after about an hour. Paul had gone, and Mona was in bed, totally naked and looking very happy. She told me that he was a more aggressive lover than I was, with a somewhat longer and thicker cock. She said that she’d had several orgasms with him and that he had come off twice.
She then told me that she had asked him if he had any friends who might be interested in joining them the next night. He’d said he had two good buddies who’d be
thrilled,
and he and Mona had arranged for another tryst the next evening.
I said that was fine with me, but this time I wanted to be present Mona wasn’t sure how the guys would take this, so she suggested I hide in the closet to watch. She would tell the men I had gone out to meet some friends.
The next evening was amazing. Paul and his two friends showed up at eleven, and Mona greeted them in another of her slut outfits. She served them drinks and then began to do a slow striptease. The guys pulled out their cocks as they watched.
When she was naked, she went up to each of them in turn and helped them out of their clothes, alternately stroking and licking their pricks. Mona was good at giving blowjobs but didn’t always like to do it. That evening she had no problems, though. Before I knew it, she was taking one guy deep in her mouth while another entered her from behind. The third guy was playing with himself, anxious to get in on the action.
Before the night was over, Mona had given each of them a blowjob and all of them had fucked her at least once. In addition, she got out the K-Y jelly and had Paul do her in the ass, something she did only rarely with me. No one seemed to question why I had not yet returned when they left at two in the morning.
I came out of the closet with my cock sticking out like a ship’s spar. Mona beckoned me to her and without hesitation plunged her mouth down over my shaft. She gave me the blowjob of my life.
Since that time, Mona has had hundreds of lovers. I am only too happy now to give her the freedom to satisfy her sexual needs, and our relationship has only grown stronger over the years.—
F.V., Augusta, Maine
HIS WIFE DIDN’T KNOW THAT HE KNEW SHE HAD ALREADY HAD SEX WITH A STUD TRIO
Shortly after our marriage I became curious about my wife’s previous sex partners. As Sally began to tell me about them in response to my inquiries, I became extremely aroused, thinking about her with these other men. I began to fantasize about her being with various friends of mine. Then I began thinking about a threesome, about watching another man enter her and hearing her sighs and moans of pleasure as he did her right before my eyes, and then entering her after he withdrew.
After a while I began relating these fantasies to my wife during foreplay, and I found that the thought of being fucked by another man was arousing to her as well. She would get very excited and wet, and we would have sensational sex. But afterward, when I approached her with the idea of making our fantasies become reality, she would say she could never really do it.
I asked Sally to make up a story about her sucking and fucking other guys and tell it to me. At first she didn’t want to. I knew she didn’t have as wild an imagination as I did, but I knew even so that hearing those things from her would excite me. Finally one night she told me a story. She was surprised at how hard my cock got, and how intensely I fucked her. I asked a lot of questions, which helped her to embellish the story.
Soon she was making up stories without my asking, and they got pretty wild. I told her I loved her stories, and hoped one day they would turn out to be real. Even more, I hoped I would eventually get my greatest desire fulfilled, by actually watching her have sex with another man. This had become an obsession with me.
Then one day while I was at work, my phone rang. When I answered it, I heard the voice of my best friend, Greg, saying, “Aw, shit, I dropped the fucking phone when I dropped my pants.”
I had just talked to Greg a few minutes earlier, and I was surprised and puzzled. But I was even more astonished when I heard my wife’s voice saying, “Did you drop anything else?”
“No, babe,” Greg replied. “But I’m going to drop a big load on you pretty soon.”
In a kind of daze, I sorted out what had happened. Evidently when Greg had dropped his cell phone, he accidentally hit the redial button, and was unaware that I was now on the line. And my God—it sounded like he was about to have sex with my wife!