Letters to Penthouse XXXIV (25 page)

By now I was ready for some pussy, and I told Erin it was time to leave. As I reached for our coats, our voyeur friend grabbed
my arm and said, “Your girlfriend is beautiful. Thank you for letting me watch you two.”

I relayed this comment to Erin, and then asked her a question. Her eyes went wide, but after a moment she nodded, and I could
see she was panting slightly. I turned back to our friend and told him, “If you’d like to pay for a hotel room, you can watch
her get fucked.”

“Jesus Christ!” the guy said, and I thought he might have a heart attack. But he recovered himself quickly, and the next thing
he said was, “There’s a nice hotel right down the street.”

And so there was. Our new friend, who introduced himself as Sid, went straight to the front desk and got us a room. Erin and
I were both anxious and nervous, but also very hot. On the way up in the elevator Erin took my hand and shoved it down her
pants, and I could feel that her pussy was drenched.

When we got to the room, Erin excused herself and went into the bathroom. Sid and I made some awkward small talk while he
raided the minibar to fix us some drinks. I never got to drink mine, because no sooner had he finished making it than the
bathroom door opened and Erin came out, wearing only her blouse. She had unbuttoned it and left it hanging open, exposing
her ample cleavage and soft smooth belly. Her hardened nipples were barely covered by the cloth.

Sid pulled up a chair and got ready for the show to begin as my wife walked over and sat on the bed, facing me. “I am so hot,”
she said, and she spread her legs and began to play with her pussy with one hand, while the other caressed her big tits and
teased her nipples. Her pussy was so wet you could hear it slurp as her finger dipped into it, gathering juice to rub on her
clit. She then turned toward our host and said, “I know you want to watch me get fucked, but do you mind if I suck my husband’s
cock first? I love to suck cock.”

I started to undress while she continued fingering her pussy. I took the opportunity to grab her tits and tweak her nipples
a couple of times before stepping up to the side of the bed to get my dick serviced by her expert lips. Shortly after my pants
hit the floor she knelt in front of me. As she continued to massage her swollen clit with one hand, she brought her mouth
to my dick, first licking the oozing precome from the tip and the head, then taking as much of my seven-inch prick into her
mouth as she could, stroking the remainder with her free hand. Cocksucking has always turned Erin on. Deep-throated moans
started to roll from her throat as her own saliva dripped down her chin. The fingers at her pussy moved faster as she began
sucking harder and harder. Suddenly, with a shiver and a muffled cry, she erupted into orgasm.

By now Sid had his cock out and was stroking away. “Put her on her knees and fuck her,” he said hoarsely. Heeding his direction,
Erin detached herself from my cock and positioned herself across the bed. As is her custom when getting deep-dicked doggie-style,
she crouched there with her head down and her tits nearly touching the bed, thus raising her sweet ass and pussy as high as
possible. I slowly pushed my dick as far and as deep into her tight, slippery pussy as it would go, feeling it clutch at me
with spasms of desire.

I fucked her slowly at first, listening to her soft moans as I wallowed in her sweet embrace, until I heard Sid say, “Come
on, fuck her, fuck her hard!” With this encouragement I started to pound her pussy harder and harder. “That’s it, fuck her!”
he rasped out, and fuck her I did. Soon Erin was twisting and groaning, pushing back at me and begging for more with each
and every thrust.

It quickly became more than I could stand, and Sid evidently saw that I was about to come. “Roll her over and come on those
big tits,” I heard him urge. On cue, Erin rolled over so I could straddle her belly and spew what felt like the biggest load
of my life all over the front of her. No sooner had I started to shoot than Sid came over beside us and jerked his dick off
all over my moaning wife’s tits. Erin grabbed both our cocks and milked as much come out of them as possible before she let
them go.

Sid thanked us profusely and said he would love to do a repeat performance, but Erin told him we had never done anything like
this before, and probably wouldn’t again. However, my wife’s exhibitionistic tendencies seem to be getting ever stronger and
wilder, so I’m not quite so sure.

—S.D., Mesa, Arizona
     

I am a 42-year-old mother of two, married for 19 years to a wonderful guy named Roy. I am a natural blonde, five-feet-nine
and 124 pounds, and though I don’t like to brag, men often tell me I am stunning. Roy and I met in college while we were both
working as models. I have done a lot of swimsuit and lingerie modeling and have appeared in numerous national magazines. I
still do some occasional modeling, and most men think that I’m in my late 20s or early 30s.

I must tell you that all my life I have always had a thing for sexy men. I got laid for the first time at 18, and I would
have to say that I have been a cock hound ever since. The only thing I like more than sucking cock is having a big dick buried
in my pussy. Fortunately, my wonderful husband is not jealous and understands my needs. With his consent, and sometimes with
his participation, I have had many men, sometimes one at a time, and sometimes several at once. I fuck openly and spontaneously
whenever the mood or a hot guy inspires me to do so.

Not long after I first met Roy, we went to a weekend party thrown by his fraternity at the country home of somebody’s parents,
complete with a magnificent swimming pool and a Jacuzzi that held at least a dozen people. I guess you could say that I was
the hit of the party. At one point Roy and some of his fraternity brothers threw me into the pool fully clothed, and then
they followed me in, stripping off the little dress that was all I was wearing—not that I tried to stop them. As usual, I
wasn’t wearing any underwear. Roy and at least half a dozen of his fraternity brothers then took turns fucking me in the pool,
and did it again in the morning when we awoke in the nude on the chaise lounges beside the pool.

My husband says he fell in love with me that weekend and made up his mind then that he was going to marry me. Shortly thereafter
we both moved into the same huge college singles apartment complex close to our university. We had separate apartments until
we were married, but this complex was a place made in heaven for a cock hound like me, married or single. It was a continuous
party, and we were both fucking multiple partners, as many as two or three a day, most days of the week. I had expected that
to stop when we got married, but it didn’t. Roy was constantly urging me to continue my sport fucking, even on our honeymoon.

Due to modeling and school commitments, we only had time for a short four-day honeymoon in Atlantic City. On our second night
there, Roy took me to a very high-class strip club, where I was urged by a lot of the guys there to enter the amateur-night
strip contest. I know now that Roy knew it was amateur night, and had planned this all along.

I was wearing a very sexy red dress split all the way down the front, and basically held together only by one button, several
inches above the waist. When I walked in this dress, it would open briefly with each step, revealing my flat tummy and my
shaved pussy to any observant passerby. The casino pit bosses loved it when I threw dice in that dress, because invariably
I would end up attracting a crowd of guys four or five deep around the craps table.

Anyway, I gave in to the pressure and agreed to compete in the amateur strip contest. The DJ played three tunes for each contestant
to dance to. The rule was that you were supposed to remain fully clothed during the first tune, but in my little red dress,
that flapped open and closed above the waist as well as below as I danced around the stage, I might as well have been completely
naked.

I got as close as I could to the edge of the stage so that the men could touch me, and it was a thrill for me to have all
those men pushing their way to the front, shoving money at me, squeezing my titties, licking and fingering my shaved pussy.
I watched Roy the whole time, and I had never seen him happier or having more fun.

When my dance was over, instead of putting on my dress, I draped it over my arm, stepped off the stage, and walked around
talking and flirting with my fans in the audience. At one point a good-looking black man named Glen offered me $500 for a
half-hour of lap dancing in a private room. Before answering him I walked over to Roy and asked him what he thought I should
do.

“Go for it,” Roy said.

“Well, what if he wants to fuck me?” I asked.

“Hey, babe, just have fun,” was my husband’s reply.

I handed Roy my dress and walked back where Glen was sitting with four or five of his friends, wearing nothing but my high
heels, my jewelry, and a big smile.

Glen took me by the hand and invited his friend Phil to come along. We went into a small back room, where Glen and Phil sat
side by side on a red velvet sofa, and I began dancing my little ass off to earn my $500.

Sometime after the second tune, the two black men pulled out their cocks. Glen’s was huge, the biggest dick I had ever seen,
and Phil’s wasn’t far behind. I couldn’t stop myself from kneeling and sucking on those huge monsters as best I could, moving
from one to the other.

I alternated between dancing and sucking cock for a while, getting hotter all the time. Finally I straddled Glen, rubbing
his huge purple cockhead up against my sopping pussy. Once I got his big dick inside me, this guy showed me that he really
knew how to fuck. Of all the men I have had—and God knows there have been plenty—I have never had anyone better. When he came,
it felt as though he had shot a gallon of sperm up my cunt.

I immediately pulled off him and climbed onto Phil’s pole. He was no slouch either. We fucked for another ten minutes before
I heard my name being paged in the showroom. I French-kissed both of them and walked out of the private room with come dripping
down my legs.

The other girls had now finished their dances, and all the contestants were called back onstage so the winner could be selected.
The three finalists—I was one—had to dance again, which was kind of embarrassing with a quart of come running down my leg.
But I got over it, and I guess the audience did, too, because at least half a dozen of those guys had their mouths all over
my twat as I danced up close to them in what turned out to be my victory set. And all the time Roy was at the very front,
clapping, whistling, and cheering me on. That’s my guy!

By the end of the night, I had won $500 in the contest, been given another $500 by Glen, and had collected almost another
$400 from the other patrons. When we left I didn’t bother to put my dress back on, but walked naked out of the club and into
the parking lot, with Roy still carrying my dress, and about a dozen guys following along. When we got to our convertible
Roy said he couldn’t wait, and he bent me over the hood and fucked me, with at least 10 or 12 men looking on. Some of them
felt me up as he fucked me, which made it all the better for both of us. After Roy came inside me we got into the convertible,
with me still naked except for my high heels, and drove all the way back to our hotel with the top down at two o’clock in
the morning.

When we pulled up in front of the hotel, the head doorman and two valet parking guys scrambled to open the door for me. But
the doorman insisted that I had to put my dress on before going inside. During this conversation the two valet guys felt my
titties, and the doorman stuck his finger in my pussy. Finally I put on my dress and we went inside. We stopped at a craps
table before going upstairs, and some of the men at the table asked me to throw the dice for them. My open red dress was a
huge hit, and after half an hour I had collected another couple of hundred bucks. Altogether, not a bad night!

I always loved driving around nude in an open car. On another occasion, on a trip to a beach resort in Puerto Rico, we spent
an entire day driving from town to town in our rented convertible, with me completely naked. On several occasions Roy, who
speaks just about enough Spanish to get into trouble, would stop and converse with groups of men who came up to our car and
enjoyed the spectacle of the pretty naked blonde with the shaved pussy.

On that trip there were several professional football players who were staying at the same hotel we were, along with their
dates. We ended up partying with these guys most of the time we were there. In the afternoons, Roy and some of the guys would
go off to play golf, and most of the women played tennis. My routine was to go down to a secluded beach with a couple of the
guys who were not golfers and let them fuck my brains out. Of course, when Roy got back, I would tell him all the details,
which only made him hotter and hornier. He persuaded me to wear less and less when we went out in the evening, until I was
going around almost nude. He encouraged me to flirt with all the guys, and he loved watching them feel me up on the dance
floor, or anyplace else. Most of our nights ended in a wild orgy.