Letters to Penthouse XXXIV (14 page)

Carrie explained that she had just been passing through town when she took this job, and she had no place to live and very
little money. So, gentleman that I am, I invited her to come stay at my house, as I lived by myself and had plenty of room.
I told her she could have her own room and stay as long as she wished.

Well, she never did get her own room. We developed a relationship, she gave up stripping and got a job in a bank, and we lived
together for two sex-filled monogamous years before I asked her to marry me.

It was Carrie’s suggestion that I throw myself a bachelor party, and she suggested I hold it at my house, promising to stay
out of the way for that night. I didn’t expect this party to be very wild. The fact was that most of my friends were fellow
accountants, some of whom I worked with and most of whom were as nerdy as myself. But I issued the invitations, and when the
night came around, about 20 guys showed up at my place for a night of cards and beer.

Carrie had made a lot of food and put out a good spread before disappearing into the bedroom to watch TV and stay out of sight.
We played cards, watched some stag movies, and consumed more beer than most of us were used to. The excitement level was about
what you would expect at a gathering of CPAs, and I was actually looking forward to the end of the party, when we discovered
that there had been a sudden snowstorm that had deposited an unexpected two and a half feet of snow while we were busy playing
cards and snacking away. My place was a good half mile from the main road, and with the wind whipping the snow about, there
was no way that anyone was leaving until a snowplow ventured down our road.

So there we were, 20 boring guys all partied out at eleven o’clock, and no likelihood of anyone leaving until dawn the next
day. So what to do? I went to the bedroom and explained the situation to Carrie, and she said, half jokingly, “Well, I could
do a strip for them, like at other bachelor parties!” She had told me about the parties she had been hired for in the past,
and how she had ended up doing a number of guys. Those stories were always guaranteed to get me hot, but now I was faced with
a different situation. This was my intended bride, after all, and my friends from work. But then I thought, why not? It would
be the high spot in most of these guys’ very dull lives. Just to see a woman like Carrie naked would be a treat for them,
and if she ended up fucking a few of them, they would be indebted to me for life.

So, after a bit of further discussion, I went back downstairs and announced that the party was just about to begin. Shortly
thereafter Carrie popped down the staircase, dressed in one of her old costumes—short sexy dress, high heels, black mesh stockings,
the works. I cranked up the music and off she went, dancing sensuously and gradually removing her clothing, surrounded by
the most appreciative audience she had ever had. I was sure half of these guys had never been in a strip club in their lives,
and probably some of them had never even seen a naked woman up close and personal.

After three or four numbers Carrie had gotten down to just her stockings and heels, and in the process of getting there she
had rubbed against and fondled every guy in the room, while making racy comments on the size, shape and degree of hardness
each had in his pants. The guys were sprawled around on the furniture or on the floor, cheering and clapping and sneaking
feels of her bare flesh as she danced around them.

Finally Carrie suggested that they have a contest. All the men were to take off their pants, and the one with the biggest
cock would get to fuck her on the living room rug. And just so no one’s feelings would be hurt, she would give a blowjob to
the one with the smallest prick. Everyone got very excited at this idea, including me. I had known this was a possibility
when Carrie and I had talked about it earlier, but I was surprised at how aroused I was now by the idea of my fiancée showing
off her old-time talents to my friends.

Carrie was the sole judge of the contest, and while there was some friendly argument, her decision about whose prick was the
biggest was accepted in the end. We all watched in awe as Carrie got down on all fours, and the contest winner crawled up
behind her and slipped his large dick easily into her juicy cunt. Once he had the rhythm going, the one with the smallest
cock slid his erect tool into her mouth as she squealed and salivated all over it. She did both guys very quickly, and then
of course all the other guys clamored for the same treatment, and soon the whole show turned into an orgy as my beautiful
sexy soulmate proceeded to fuck everyone in the room.

By around three in the morning, most of the guys were fucked out, and I was the only one still dressed. Carrie was covered
in sweat and semen, and was enjoying herself immensely. Finally she went off to shower, taking a couple of the guys along
to keep her company.

While they were gone I started cooking breakfast, and soon I had made up a large batch of Bloody Marys and a great stack of
toast, and was working at poaching three dozen eggs. When Carrie came back, all cleaned up, I told her about an idea I had,
and she joyfully shucked off her bathrobe and climbed up onto the dining room table.

I then served breakfast. Everybody got toast and Bloody Marys, but I announced that anybody who wanted a poached egg had to
eat if off my fiancée’s naked body, without using his hands. I started by placing one egg between her breasts, one on her
belly button, and another on her lower abdomen, just above her pubic mound. Picking up a warm wet egg with your mouth is a
really difficult feat. You can suck up most of it or bite off a large portion of it, but some of it is sure to get away. If
the egg is being eaten from a naked body, the yolk will flow down over the flesh and must be licked off in order to savor
the full experience. The egg on Carrie’s chest tended to move up toward her neck and spill over her throat, forcing the man
who was eating it to kiss and nuzzle her neck, even sharing the egg with her mouth to mouth. The one on her navel was easier
to control, but still entailed a lot of flesh licking and navel tonguing. The one on the abdomen attracted the most eager
players, as the yolk tended to pour down between her legs, and the man would end up sucking the egg from her clitoris, her
vagina, and sometimes from her asshole.

Carrie alternated between giggles and sighs of pleasure as she was licked and sucked by each of the guys, and everybody was
sorry when we finally ran out of eggs. Carrie was a sight once again, with egg yolk and saliva matting her hair and sticking
to her pretty nude body. However, she was a very happy lady, and when the snowplow finally arrived at around seven o’clock,
she kissed each of the guys good-bye and told them that they were the best, and that she hoped we could do this again.

A week later Carrie and I tied the knot, and all the guys attended the ceremony. That was eighteen months ago, and since then
we have started a regular poker night twice a month at our place. At the office we jokingly call it “poke-her night”—a little
CPA humor. Carrie has gotten in touch with a few of her old friends from her stripping days, and they sometimes come around
to help out, so I get some fresh action as well. It’s really a beautiful system.

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Name and address withheld
     

A couple of years ago my very sexy wife, Karen, had surprised me by giving me a series of nude pictures that she had had taken
by a professional photographer. Since then she had been working out a lot, and her perfect body had become even more perfect,
if that was possible. Last month she decided to have more pictures taken, and she made an appointment with the same photographer
she had used before. This time she asked me to come along. The first time she had posed for him, she explained, she had wanted
to fuck him, and she knew he had felt the same way. This time, she said, she was going to fuck him, and me, too.

On the morning of her appointment, Karen was dressed to kill in a very short skirt, high heels and a clingy, almost see-through
top. When we got to the studio Alistair, the photographer, answered the door, and his eyes avidly took in her body. Karen
gave him a friendly kiss and a hug, pressing herself against him.

Alistair told her that he was glad to get the chance to photograph that beautiful body again. I said that if he liked her
body before, he was going to go crazy when he saw the current version.

Inside the studio, Alistair introduced us to a young man named Hank, who he explained was his new assistant. “I hope you don’t
mind,” he told Karen. “Hank works with me now that I’ve gotten so busy.”

Hank was something of a hunk, in his tight jeans and a T-shirt that showed off his muscles. Karen took one look at him and
said, “This ought to be fun!”

Alistair asked Hank to help Karen get ready, and they walked behind a screen at one end of the room. When they returned, Karen
was wearing a very short robe, which was a bit too small for her, so that her breasts nearly popped out. “Hank helped me on
with my robe. Do you like?” she said, grinning wickedly.

As he readied the equipment, Alistair asked what Karen had done with the photos he had taken previously. Karen told him she
had given them to me, and that I had made good use of them. Alistair asked her what she meant, and she smiled at me, saying,
“You tell him, darling.” So I did.

“Most of the time we keep them in an album at home,” I began. “But I take a few with me when I travel. I show them to some
guys at a bar and tell them she’s my neighbor. Then I ask them if they would be interested in fucking her in a threeway next
time they come to town. The answer is always yes.”

“One time he had one of those guys call me up,” Karen put in. “The guy told me all the things he’d like to do to me. I got
off while he was talking.”

Alistair and Hank were both staring, and I went on, “Once she went with me out of town. I took a couple of the pictures to
a nearby dance club, showed them to some hunk, and told him she was waiting down the street, in case he felt like helping
me fuck her all night long. He nearly fell all over himself saying yes.”

“Good thing, too,” Karen piped up. “I was really horny that night!”

Hank and Alistair looked a bit stunned, and I was willing to bet that both of them were getting hard. But now it was time
to shoot the pictures. Off came the robe, and there was my beautiful, sexy wife, nude in front of three pretty randy guys.
Alistair smiled at her and said that I was right—her workouts had paid off, and her body was even better than before.

Karen proceeded to pose in a number of different situations, with Hank helping to position her to best advantage as Alistair
clicked away with several different cameras. When they called a break at one point, I went up to my wife and kissed her, asking
her if she was enjoying herself. I knew the answer when I slid my hand down to her pussy and found that it was wet. I then
asked her if she would like to pose with Hank for a few shots, just to try something different. Karen purred her assent, and
I asked Hank if he would mind posing with her. The bulge in his jeans was reply enough.

Karen was so eager that she helped him pull off his clothes, until he was as naked as she was. They were quite a pair—two
beautifully sculpted, perfectly formed bodies. As the camera clicked, I encouraged them to feel free with each other and to
touch each other’s bodies. As always, I found it quite erotic to watch another man slide his hands all over my wife’s curvy
flesh. Soon they didn’t need encouragement. Hank was feeling her awesome breasts with one hand and sliding the other over
her ass, while Karen was clutching his amazing cock.

“Can I have a photo of Hank’s cock going in my mouth, please?” Karen said breathlessly. I smiled as she brought her mouth
close to him, and Hank groaned while the camera clicked. “I just want to taste it,” she panted, and as she teased it with
her lips and tongue I couldn’t take it anymore. I quickly stripped and moved around behind her, then slid my cock into her
sweet wet pussy. As I started to move in and out, her taste of Hank’s cock became an engulfing mouthful. Seeing her take that
cock in as far as she could and suck on it eagerly set me off, and I shot a heavy load right into her sopping-wet pussy.

“Next,” I said, looking at Alistair. “I think she needs more cock; she has never been so wet.” Alistair put down his camera
and moved toward her. Karen reached up and grabbed his leg as he came within her reach, sliding her hand up to his cock. As
she unbuckled his belt and opened his pants, Hank moved around to take my place. Karen quickly released Alistair’s stiff and
straining cock, which looked to be an amazing ten inches long.

“My God!” Karen breathed. “Look at this! Why didn’t I fuck this last time?” Her last words were muffled as she took his pole
into her mouth, just as Hank slid his rock-hard cock into her from behind.

I stood there and watched the most beautiful woman I know fucking two guys at once. It didn’t take long for Hank to come into
her pussy, after which Alistair left her mouth to take his turn. He kissed her deeply as he pounded into her cunt. Karen cried
out in orgasm several times before he finally shot inside her.