Letters to Penthouse XIII (29 page)

When both women had put their clothes back on, Joshua motioned to Maureen and whispered in her ear. She came over to me and told me that Joshua and his friends wanted to fuck her like she had never been fucked before. And she wanted it too.

“It’s your honeymoon,” I told her. “I’ll meet you back in the room tomorrow morning.”

I wondered if I was nuts to let my bride go off with four black guys whom she had just met to get the screwing of her life; but the fact is I was incredibly turned on, and not a bit jealous. When I got to our hotel room I fell immediately asleep.

It was about nine in the morning when I woke to the sound of the door opening. There was Maureen, wearing her sundress but with her hair matted and a kind of dazed look on her face. She came over to me with a mischievous smile, slipped out of her dress and climbed into bed. She smelled of come and sex. All she could say was, “Unvelievable!” She then turned on her back, spread her legs and invited me in. Her twat was as loose as I had ever known it, and there was still come oozing out of her. Nonetheless I came off in record time. Maureen smiled and fell asleep. She awoke about dinnertime, famished. By that time her luggage had been found, and she had other clothes to wear. After showering, we went out to eat, and she told me about her evening escapades.

All the guys, she reported, were extraordinarily well endowed, and they all knew how to touch a woman in all the right places. Joshua had been the first to fuck her. His prick was both long and thick, and it was initially hard for her to take him, but once she got him all the way inside her she found him touching her in places she had never been touched before. She had a long, rolling orgasm with him, while the others watched and rubbed themselves.

As the evening wore on, Maureen got it on with each one of them, achieving a strong orgasm every time. Near the end she found herself screwing one guy while sucking another’s cock. She found the double sensation overwhelming. She said the experience had taught her a lot about herself, including her capacity for multiple orgasms, and the great pleasure she took in satisfying others. She told me I would always be her special lover, but that she would also need other men on a regular basis. When she asked if I could deal with that, I said I thought I could.

When we returned home Maureen continued to experiment sexually. She would go to strip clubs on amateur night, and would usually win the contests. Sometimes she did more than just strip. When she came home, she always told me exactly what she had done, which turned us both on.

Maureen and I go to swing clubs together, where she might screw two or three guys in an evening. I’ve learned to enjoy watching her as well as hearing about her exploits. It excites the hell out of me, and I always get the last fuck - of the night. So I started out as Maureen’s teacher, but for almost twenty years now she has been teaching me. And I hope school never stops!—
F.V., Sante Fe, New Mexico

WOMEN WILL DO ANYTHING FOR LOVE. THIS ONE BECAME A CALL GIRL TO MAKE ENDS MEET

My husband asked me to write to you and tell you our story, because he says he wants the world to know what a great wife he has. I don’t think I’m so great, but anyway.

Barry went into the army and got his cock shot off. When he came back he said I should get a divorce, because he couldn’t make me happy. I told him he made me happy just by being alive, but he said a woman needs sex and he couldn’t give it to me. Besides, his nerves were shot and he didn’t think he could keep a job. I thought about it and then I told him I had the perfect solution. I would become a call girl. That way I would get plenty of sex, and also make enough money for both of us.

Barry rejected the idea at first, but when I told him I would kill myself if he left me, he finally agreed.

I answered an ad in one of the weekly papers for women to work for an escort service. When I went for an interview, this skinny middle-aged guy took me into a room and said he had to test me to see if I would make a good escort. I knew what he meant. I was determined to get the job, and besides Barry was right, I really was starving for sex. I got right down on my knees and took out his cock and started giving him the best blowjob I was capable of. But I stopped before he came, because I wanted to show him I could fuck. I bent over a desk and he took me from behind. I got the job.

My first customer was a young guy who was more nervous than I was, even though it was my first time as a working girl. He came almost before I got my clothes off. I had another call that same night, this time a double, which I was happy about because it meant twice the money. The two guys were older and more experienced, and I did everything with them. I did a 69 with each of them; I sucked one while fucking the other; and they made a sandwich of me. I came several times, and at the end they gave me a good tip.

I asked Barry if he wanted me to tell him about my customers and what I did with them, and he said sure. He enjoys my stories, even though he doesn’t have a cock.

Once I had a customer who said he’d like to fuck me with somebody watching, so I said I’d ask my husband. Gerald, the customer, got very excited at the idea of fucking a woman while her husband watched. When I asked Barry about it, he said he thought Gerald should pay extra for that. Gerald said fine. So we set it up, and with Barry watching me I got so hot I give Gerald the greatest fucking of his life. He fucked my cunt and my mouth and my ass, and when he got tired I sucked him and sucked him until he got hard again. All the time I was fucking Gerald I was watching Barry watching me. It was like the two of us were making love again, like in the old days.

Now I ask all my customers if they would like to fuck me in front of my husband. Lots of them say yes.—
Name and address withheld

HIS WIFE LOVES TO GO OUT COUNTRY DANCING, PICK UP COWBOYS AND RIDE BAREBACK

My wife Nancy had a date last night. I guess I should clarify that somewhat, because what she had was not actually a date; it was more of a rendezvous. She met a man at a motel. She met him there for one purpose, and that purpose was to have sex. I know this because she told me where she was going and what she was going to do before she left. Not only that–after she returned home, she told me all about what she had done.

I listened intently as my wife described her evening with this man, whom she’d met only two weeks earlier at a country western bar. She said he’d made love to her three times in a period of about three hours in that motel room. Now this was not the first time she’d had sex with this man, whose name was Andrew. She’d actually done it with him once before, in her car in the parking lot of that same country and western bar.

Nancy had gone out dancing at the bar the night they first met there, and sparks had flown between them from the beginning. Nancy told me she would happily have gone all the way with him that very first night, except that as luck would have it, her period had started that very afternoon. My wife is persistent, though, and she had gone back to that same place a week later and met him there again. Her period was well over by that time, and it was then that they wound up having sex in her car in a darkened corner of the parking lot.

I heard all the details of that night also, because Nancy filled me in on every raunchy moment when she got home. She even had me slide my finger into her wet, juicy hole, slick and spicy with Andrew’s come, as she described her parking lot tryst while jacking me off. I really got off on the smell and feel of her lover’s sperm in her pussy.

It turned out that Andrew was a construction worker, and was only going to be in town for another week or so, as the project he had been working on was winding up. Nancy was in a fever to see him again before he left. She had already revealed to me that Andrew’s prick was much bigger than mine, and that he really knew how to use it to please a woman. But when she got it on with him the second time, she discovered that he had amazing recuperative powers as well. In a period of two and a half hours he had fucked her three times in that motel room bed.

Nancy told me that not only could Andrew get hard again and again, giving her repeated orgasms, but he also seemed to have an endless supply of come. The third time he fucked her his load seemed every bit as large as his first one. By the time he’d finished shooting three huge loads of come up her cunt, he’d deposited so much of it up inside her that when it flowed back out, it had coated her inner thighs and her butt. When Nancy got home, she told me to take a look at the crotch of her skin-tight blue jeans before she undressed. The crotch and seat of her jeans were actually soaked all the way through with the milky-white male juice that had oozed out of her cunt I was mesmerized by the sight.

Nancy took one of my fingers and rubbed it seductively across the crotch of her jeans, then passed the finger under my nose for me to smell. She smiled as she saw me react to the distinct, pungent odor of male semen. She checked out the effect it had had down below, too. Pleased with the results, Nancy peeled down my pajama bottoms, went down on my stiffening prick and eagerly sucked me off. I couldn’t last long, and my beloved wife was soon happily swallowing my load. She lovingly licked my softening prick clean. Then she undressed and crawled in bed beside me, and we snuggled up and fell asleep.

The night that Nancy had first fucked Andrew marked the opening page in a new chapter of our lives. You see, that was the first time Nancy had gone out seeking sex with another man, with my full knowledge and permission. I had told her straight out that if she met a guy who made her crotch tingle, and she wanted to give him a warm slice of pie, she should do just that In return, Nancy agreed to relate every detail of what she did, where and with whom. She promised that she would never conceal any sexual encounter she had with anyone, wherever and whoever it was.

Nancy is twenty-eight and I am thirty. We have been married for five years and have three wonderful young children. We’re every bit as much in love today as we were when we first married, and the fact that she’s discovered the joys of adultery has only brought us even closer.

I met Nancy a few months after I was transferred to this town by my employer. We started going together almost instantly. Nancy admitted to me on our first date that she was no virgin, having been with four different men before she met me. She and I had sex on that first date, and sex became a part of virtually every date we had from then on. Nancy was so incredibly hot in bed that I could understand why she had to have it as often as she could. She still went out with a couple of other guys in the early days, but we both knew from the beginning that our relationship was destined for the long haul, and things were soon very serious between us. Then Nancy informed me that she was pregnant.

Now, I had been aware that Nancy still went out with some of her old boyfriends about once a week or so, but when she told me about her condition she also assured me that she knew the baby was mine. Two weeks later we were married, and the following March we became parents.

One of Nancy’s favorite pastimes is dancing. In particular, she likes western-style line dancing. I never really got the hang of it so when we went out to one of her favorite honky-tonks, I usually sipped beer while she cavorted out on the dance floor with other men. I was used to seeing her in her skin-tight blue jeans dancing with cowboy types as country music blared from a jukebox; so it isn’t too surprising that after we were married I agreed that Nancy could go out on her own a couple of times a week to do two of her favorite things: listen to country music and dance.

After our daughter was born, she cut back to about once a week, and when our son was born a year and a half later she stopped for a while. But eventually she resumed her weekly nights out.

That’s been our system ever since, and we’re both happy with it. Still, we supposedly had a monogamous relationship, until recently.

Nancy and I credit your wonderful magazine for showing us that we could open our marriage, and for bringing us closer together than we’d ever imagined possible. One night last May I walked into the living room and saw Nancy reading the June issue of
Penthouse Letters,
which I had just picked up that afternoon. The two of us had been reading the magazine together for some time, and always enjoyed it, but I had never seen her quite as excited by it as she was that night. When I came in, Nancy had her right hand down the front of her sweat pants and was vigorously masturbating herself. She was holding the magazine in her other hand, and was slumped back against the sofa cushions with a glazed look in her eyes. Her breathing was rapid and shallow, and as I hurried over to her, her body shuddered and she let out an audible gasp as she climaxed convulsively.

Nancy was so engrossed in the letter she was reading, and in her sexual transport, that she hadn’t even heard me walk in. I settled on the sofa next to her and looked over her shoulder. The letter she was reading was from a man who vividly described his wife’s sexual liaisons with other men. I recognized the letter, having read it earlier, when she was putting the kids to bed.

As Nancy regained her senses, she smiled up at me, her face flushed, partly from her excitement and partly from the embarrassment of having been caught masturbating. Wanting to put her at ease, I smiled back and said, “So it turned you on too, did it? That letter really got me worked up. I wound up jacking off when I read it earlier.”

Nancy nodded. “You too, huh? I know you enjoy letters about married women having extramarital sex, and so do I, obviously.” She hesitated, then took a deep breath and blurted out, “Maybe I should start doing those things. How would you like that? How would you like it if that was your wife screwing other men?”

I couldn’t believe what she was saying. I had been thinking about bringing up the same subject for about a year— ever since a certain event that we had never talked about. Nancy’s bringing it up first gave me a perfect opening. “Well,” I said, “I’d probably get even more turned on by your doing it than I do by reading about it happening to somebody else. Let’s try an experiment,” I went on. “Maybe you should tell me a story, a story about you. Better yet—you could fill in the missing details of something I saw last year.”