Letters to Penthouse XXXIV (13 page)

When he finished with her Keith hit the shower, and I moved to her, rolled her over on her hands and knees, and slid into
her well-fucked snatch. I came in about four minutes, and then Keith was out of the shower and hard again. Sharon took him
doggie-style this time, and he fucked her like a whore, his hands clasping her hips as he pumped her with long deep strokes.
The slapping of flesh against flesh was like thunder, and their rocking movements seemed to shake the room. Sharon came three
more times before Keith tensed up again and shot a second load of sperm deep into my wife’s belly. She was now carrying three
full loads.

We continued to fuck her for another three hours, until Keith had to head home. We left for home ourselves the next morning,
and stopped several times to fuck along the way. Now whenever I take pictures of Sharon I make a point of sending copies of
them to Keith. If I forget, she reminds me. And then we fuck like rabbits.

—
N.D., San Diego, California
     

I had told my wife about this fantasy some time ago, but as with most fantasies I thought it could never come true. Was I
in for a surprise!

When I came home one Saturday afternoon I was met at the door by my sweet wife, Greta, who informed me that I was in for a
treat that night. She was wearing a curiously sly smile on her face.

“Why don’t you go take a shower,” she said with a wink.

So I had a nice refreshing shower, and had barely toweled off when the bathroom door opened and my wife took my hand and started
to lead me to the bedroom. I pointed out to her that I didn’t have a stitch of clothing on, but she said not to worry, she
had made sure that the kids were away for the evening.

In the bedroom I saw that a chair had been set up near the foot of the bed. Greta sat me down in it, and then grabbed both
my hands and pulled them behind me. I heard a sudden clicking sound, and then realized that she had fastened handcuffs around
my wrists. Apparently I was her prisoner! I felt a stab of excitement, but I didn’t yet know the half of it.

When she was certain I couldn’t get free, Greta straightened up, gave me that sly smile again, and left the room. Then, to
my great surprise, I heard her talking with someone in the living room.

It was just a few minutes before she strode back into the room, accompanied by a man I had never seen before. I was almost
as shocked to see him as I was to see that he was as naked as I was.

“You remember telling me about your fantasy, darling?” Greta said to me. “Well, you’re about to get the fantasy of your life!”
And with that, she turned to the stranger, put her arms around him, and kissed him full on the lips.

In a minute they were deeply tonguing each other, and Greta soon started to moan as his hands roamed over her back and grasped
her sweet buttocks. She pushed herself into him. When they broke the kiss, my wife had her hand wrapped firmly around his
sizable tool. His dick was about as thick as mine, but several inches longer. The head was firm and mushroom-shaped, and I
noticed a small droplet of precome on the tip. My cock was now just as hard as his as I strained at my bonds.

My beautiful wife sat down on the edge of the bed. Then, looking lovingly at me, she brought her lips and tongue to the head
of his bulging tool and licked slowly around it. I saw her brush the point of her tongue over the end of it and lick a pearly
drop of precome from the moist tip.

After that she took his penis into her mouth and began to slowly slide her lips up and down over it. I could see her lipstick
getting smeared as she worked his thick meat in and out of her mouth. He was obviously very aroused, and he stroked her hair
gently as he pushed his manhood into her willing mouth. She moaned with desire as his penis sank deeper between her stretched
lips. Her sucking was getting faster, and one of her hands slid between her thighs and pushed down hard. I could tell she
was really turned on. After a minute she pulled her wet fingers from her crotch, disengaged her mouth from the stranger’s
now fully engorged penis, and lay back on the bed. “God, I’m dripping wet, eat me,” was all she said, as she spread her legs
wide.

She was as wet and ready as I had ever seen her. She grabbed the young man’s head as he bent over her and pushed it down to
her steaming cunt. He growled as he buried his face in her crotch. He licked slowly up the full length of her cunt, and she
arched her back to push herself harder against his mouth.

I was going crazy watching this scene as it played out in front of me. Greta was moaning in ecstasy as the stranger’s tongue
found her moist little button. Her eyes rolled back and she ground herself against his mouth. “God, that feels so good!” she
yelled. “Lick me deep! Don’t stop! Make me come in your mouth!”

Her moans increased in intensity, and I could tell she was building up to a terrific climax. She screamed and bucked her hips
when she came, and I watched her partner drink her come as she flooded his mouth with her juices. He could barely hold on
as she rocked in the throes of her bliss.

When she finally settled down, she smiled and gave her partner another deep kiss on the lips. “Wow! That was great! I can
taste myself,” she gasped.

“You are one hot girl!” the man said. “I’m going to enjoy filling you up with my come.” He kissed her again, deeply, then
planted a trail of kisses down her neck and onto her firm nipples. I watched his right hand bury itself in my wife’s pussy.
He pushed two of his fingers deep into her and stroked in and out as she panted with renewed desire. His fingers were shiny
with juices from her cunt.

“I think you’d better fuck me now,” she breathed huskily. She spread her legs wide, and again I looked at her wet and ready
pussy. I could smell the aroma of her arousal in the air. My wife needed a good fucking all right, and it looked like she
was about to get one—from someone else. And to do it right in front of me, while I watched! God, what a turn-on it was! My
fantasy was coming true, and it was even better than I had imagined. The man moved up on his knees between her outstretched
legs and placed the head of his cock at the mouth of her extremely wet pussy. Greta grabbed the throbbing tool and rubbed
it back and forth on her clit, which made her even wetter. A moment later he pushed forward and slipped three inches of very
hard cock into her eager hole. She moaned in delight and again her back arched, this time to get more of his cock inside her.
As he pulled slowly backward I could see her juices coating his shaft. He pushed forward again and this time slipped most
of the way into her. Her pussy lips were wet and engorged around his penis. Her eyes closed in ecstasy and her legs wrapped
themselves firmly around his hips. He pulled slowly out again and then buried himself to the hilt in her cunt. They both gasped.

I knew how my wife’s tight little pussy felt when it was clenched around a hard penis, and I could both appreciate and envy
what this stranger was feeling now. He let his dick rest inside her for a moment, and then began to move slowly. I could hear
the wet sucking sounds as he pulled out and pushed in, his pace gradually quickening. His butt cheeks tightened each time
he pushed into her cunt, and I saw her pelvis rise to meet his deep thrusts. His balls slapped against her buttocks with each
forward lunge.

Soon Greta was moaning loudly and beginning to thrash around as another orgasm built up within her loins. I could tell that
the stranger was also close to coming. Her hands grasped his ass and held him tightly as cries of passion flowed from her
open mouth. The room reeked of sex, and I was going crazy.

“Oh, God!” she yelled. “Shoot your load in my pussy! Come on, give it to me!” They slammed into one another again and again,
until with a final push and a loud grunt, he rammed all the way into her and stayed there, their bodies tightly joined as
he emptied streams of hot come deep into her squirming hole. Greta was coming loudly, wailing again and again as she rode
out her orgasm. I could see the overflow of his come leaking out around his wet shaft.

They lay there panting for a few minutes as they came down to earth. Then he rolled off her, and they lay side by side for
a moment, until my wife slowly sat up. Her brow was damp with perspiration and her skin was flushed. No one seeing her could
have missed the fact that she had just had some great sex.

She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, then came toward me. “Well, was it good for you?” she asked, grinning
at me as she reached out a hand to caress my throbbing cock. All I could do was nod. “Well, we’re not done by a long shot,
lover,” she said. Then she climbed up onto the chair, standing on the seat with a foot on either side of my thighs, so that
her crotch was right in front of my face. I could see a glistening stream of come dripping down the inside of her leg. It
was incredibly erotic to see a strange man’s come leaking out of her wet slit.

“You like seeing my hole full of another man’s come, don’t you?” Greta said. “I think you need to eat me now. I want you to
suck his warm come out of my pussy until I cream on your tongue.” And with that she reached down and scooped up the fresh
pearly semen from her leg, then stuck her gooey finger into my mouth.

“That’s right,” she said, “Doesn’t it taste good? There’s a lot more of that inside me, lover.” And she pushed my head between
her legs, arching forward to place her wet gash against my lips. The musky smell and taste of their combined secretions made
me giddy, and I opened my mouth and pushed my tongue into her deliciously wet hole.

The man must have shot a quart of sperm inside her, because it seemed like it would never stop dripping into my mouth. His
come was thick and slippery, but I licked it out of her pussy and swallowed deeply as she pressed her sopping cunt onto my
tongue. She rubbed her clit with one hand as she held my head against her with the other, and in a moment her pussy convulsed
as she came again, another gob of his come oozing onto my tongue as her cunt clenched in orgasm.

When her climax subsided she pulled away and climbed down off the chair. “Good job, honey,” I heard Greta say. “I think you
should get your reward now. Come fuck your hot little wife and make me come again!”

She moved behind me to remove the cuffs, and when I was free I jumped up and pushed her onto the bed. She spread her legs,
and within seconds my hard shaft had slipped easily into her slippery hole and was buried in her gooey little cunt. My come
soon joined the remains of the stranger’s as I unleashed what seemed to be a gallon of hot juice into her well-fucked pussy.
Greta came again also before I stopped shooting inside her. When I came to my senses I realized that the young man was gone.
Greta never told me where she had found him, or who he was. It didn’t matter. My wonderful wife had fulfilled my deepest fantasy,
and I felt like the luckiest man in the world. Things can only get better!

—
Name and address withheld
     

I was a successful but nerdy 30-year-old accountant when I first met Carrie at a strip club that I frequented as a substitute
for a real sex life. She was a long-legged 35-year-old blonde stripper, and we met when I got up the nerve to ask her for
a lap dance. She directed me to a dark corner in a back room, collected her money, and climbed aboard. The bouncer was busy
elsewhere as we started, and somehow we both got a little carried away. She began by rubbing herself against me in the approved
manner, but soon the heat of the moment got to us, and Carrie pulled her thong to one side about the same moment that I released
my erect penis from my bursting fly. The next thing we knew, the head of my dick had popped between her moist puffy pussy
lips, and we were both enjoying the full length of my love stick. Unfortunately, Carrie’s wild up-and-down motions as she
straddled my body, and the squeals of delight she emitted, drew the attention of the management, and as a result we were both
asked to leave the premises for violating their no-touch policy. So I found myself in the parking lot of the club with a crying
woman who was almost stark naked under her heavy winter coat.