Letters to Penthouse XXXIV (27 page)

When my wife was in college, she dated a guy who was arrogant—and had every right to be! Chuck was handsome and well-built,
captain of the track team and president of the most prestigious fraternity. I always enjoy hearing stories about the wild
sex they had.

Chuck had a voracious sexual appetite, and Jane says his cock was the biggest she’s ever seen—so thick, she could barely get
her mouth around it, and so long, it hit the back of her pussy when they fucked, which she says gave her incredible pleasure.

One night while Jane and I were making love, I asked if she’d like to fuck Chuck again.

“Of course!” she said. She closed her eyes, and I knew she was fantasizing about him when she came. I knew right then that
we wanted the same thing. Now, could we find Chuck and get him to join us?

The next day I went online, and quickly found that he was living in Memphis. Jane composed an e-mail pretending to be married
to a former track teammate of his, trying to organize a reunion. That way Chuck wouldn’t get in trouble if his wife read the
letter. A week later an e-reply appeared in Jane’s mailbox! Chuck was cautious but interested. They began e-mailing and progressed
to photo exchanges. Chuck had obviously aged well and was clearly still in terrific shape.

Time has been kind to Jane, too. Thanks to lots of lifting and running, her body is as firm now as it was in her college days.
And her enhanced breasts are actually fuller, while her large pink nipples are still perfect for sucking. She still has long
hair, but now shaves her pussy completely.

Before long they were talking about meeting during one of Chuck’s business trips to St. Louis. Jane raised the subject of
including me. Unfortunately, he wasn’t comfortable about performing in front of me.

She really wanted to be with him, but didn’t want me left out. She got the idea of secretly arranging to book the hotel room
next to his when they met in St. Louis. From there I wouldn’t be able to see them, but, we hoped, I could hear. She promised
to be very noisy! It sounded like a great idea, so Jane proceeded. She called the hotel with a story about being Chuck’s sister
and needing to have a room connecting with his for a surprise birthday party. A friendly young woman named Connie said she’d
take care of everything.

A week later we drove to St. Louis. Connie checked us in and assured us Chuck would be assigned the connecting room. We went
up to our room. Sure enough, there was a door connecting to the next room.

Jane changed into the outfit Chuck had requested: a very short skirt, no panties, and a halter top that highlighted her gorgeous
nipples. An hour later Chuck called Jane’s cell phone and said he was on his way to the hotel. She kissed me good-bye and
went down to the lobby to wait.

Meanwhile, I opened the connecting door on our side and lay down on the floor with my head near the door to Chuck’s room.
In just a few minutes I heard the room door open. I was delighted to discover I could hear everything Jane and Chuck said.
It was like I was in the room with them!

Not being able to actually see them forced my imagination to work overtime. My cock quickly got hard.

They didn’t waste any time getting reacquainted. They began kissing immediately, and Jane found ways of providing a sensuous
description of everything that was happening. When she moaned, “Oh, Chuck, I love the way you suck my nipples,” I knew he’d
taken off her top and was kissing her breasts. A few minutes later, when she sighed, “Don’t stop, I’m coming,” I knew he was
sucking her clit. She moaned then until she said, “You’re going to make me come again!”

After Chuck had brought Jane to two orgasms orally, I heard movement on the bed. When she whispered, “Please go slow,” I knew
he was beginning to work his big cock into her. A minute or two later she exclaimed, “Ohmygod, you’re hitting the back of
me!” It was obvious what that meant.

I heard every pant, every moan, every movement of the bed as he fucked her. I could hear the sounds of her wet pussy! Then
there was more movement, and I heard that he was eating her again. Obviously an experienced, patient lover, he was taking
his time with her. He would bring her to a fever pitch of excitement, then let her come down before going back to work on
her.

This pattern of alternating oral sex and fucking continued for over an hour. Then I heard the slurping sounds of Jane’s mouth,
and I knew Chuck was going to come in it. He groaned and she made excited noises as she gulped down his load.

“Wow, you’re as fantastic as I remembered,” Chuck said when he recovered.

“And you’re much, much better than I remembered!” Jane said.

When he went to shower, she came over to the connecting door and whispered, “Are you listening?”

“Yes,” I replied, “I’m right on the other side.”

She opened the door and kissed me. Her body glistened, and she tasted of Chuck’s come. She’d never looked sexier! She asked
how much I could hear. I said everything! She smiled and said, “Keep listening, there’ll be lots more,” as she quietly closed
the door.

And there was lots more. Chuck and Jane went to dinner, then had a long session. I couldn’t believe how excited I was to hear
my wife being fucked, eaten, and driven to climax by her old lover! I slept on the floor next to the door to not miss anything.
I was awakened in the middle of the night by sounds of passionate sex, and then again in the morning.

Chuck had to fly home. They left the room together and said good-bye in the lobby. He went to check out and she pretended
to head for the garage. As soon as she got out of his sight, she hurried back up to our room. She was as excited as I’ve ever
seen her!

Although she’d enjoyed over 12 hours of sex with Chuck, she wanted more! We stripped and jumped into bed, where we fucked
for several hours while talking about Chuck and what I’d heard. It was fantastic!

When Connie checked us out, she asked about the surprise party. Jane told her that Chuck wasn’t really her brother. Connie’s
smile widened. “Ooh,” she said, “a ménage à trois!” There were too many people around for us to be able to explain, so we
just said yes. Jane has since talked to Connie several times and told her the whole story. She promises to get us an even
nicer pair of rooms the next time we all come to St. Louis. She even told Jane that next time she would like to come up and
listen with me! We can’t wait!

—F.E., Columbia, Missouri
     

My wife, Sharon, and I are in our early 50s. Up until a few years ago, our best friends were a couple named Ed and Donna.
Sharon and Donna had worked together for 30 years, and every Wednesday night for as long as I can remember the two of them
used to come over to our place for a few drinks, and to play cards or dominoes or whatever. Sadly, Donna died about three
years ago, but Ed still comes over to visit with us every Wednesday.

About three or four months ago I noticed Ed checking out my wife’s legs. He was sitting in a chair across the room from her
as she sat on the couch, wearing a rather short dress.

Now Sharon happens to have a lot of hair around her pussy, and I think Ed may have seen some hair straggling out of the crotch
of her panties. I could see that he was excited. After Ed left I told Sharon about this. She replied that she had been noticing
Ed checking her out for several weeks, and that tonight she had deliberately given him a show to confirm it. I then suggested
that the next week she should give him a real show. She asked me if I would be all right with that, and I said yes.

The next Wednesday Sharon wore an even shorter dress, and no panties. She had a few drinks before Ed arrived, to get in the
mood. When Ed showed up I got us some beers and gave Sharon a brandy. As we sat around talking, I could see that Ed was getting
a really good look at Sharon’s legs and thighs. He was really enjoying what he saw, and she seemed to be enjoying it, too.
She kept opening her legs enough to give him an eyeful of her hairy bush.

Ed stayed until after eleven, and when he left Sharon and I talked about what had happened. I said I thought Ed had really
enjoyed himself, looking at her hairy pubic mound. Sharon then said that when the girls used to talk at work, Donna had sometimes
boasted about how well hung Ed was. I then asked her if she wanted to find out if that was true, and she said she wouldn’t
mind.

When I ran into Ed that weekend, I asked him if he had enjoyed last Wednesday night. He blushed a dark red and said nothing.
I then told him that he could have an even better time the next Wednesday, but he would have to confirm a rumor about his
manhood. He was very surprised at this, but when I explained about Sharon’s conversations with his late wife, I could tell
he was excited.

That Wednesday night Sharon again wore her short red dress with no panties. We had already discussed what was going to happen,
at least as far as we knew. As we sat with our drinks, I watched Ed responding to my wife’s blatant exhibitionism. Then, out
of the blue, she asked him to settle something for her about his manhood. Ed, obviously emboldened by our previous conversation,
replied that if she liked she could see for herself. With that Sharon got up, went over to Ed’s chair, and quickly undid his
pants. I watched, totally amazed, as she pulled out the biggest cock I had ever seen. She couldn’t even get her hand around
it. She started to stroke it and it grew larger still.

Ed, a little embarrassed now, looked over at me, but I told him it was okay, and that he should relax and enjoy it. Sharon
for her part was getting visibly excited. She rubbed the head of his huge cock between her well-rounded breasts. Then she
looked at me and asked if she could give it a try. Knowing that poor Ed had not had sex for three years or more, I said okay.

Sharon got up on the couch after attempting unsuccessfully to give Ed oral sex. She got onto all fours with her ass sticking
out toward him, hiked up her skirt, and parted her legs. I gave Ed some lube to make it easier for him to penetrate her. After
lubing them both up, he started to enter her slowly as she yelped and moaned with pleasure. He went in a little bit at a time,
until he was fully inside. When he started pumping her she cried out with the sheer delicious joy of it, and before long she
was practically screaming the walls down.

I stroked my own cock as I watched them. Ed gripped her hips and banged away until, after Sharon had screamed her way through
several climaxes, he emptied his pent-up sperm inside her.

Sharon has been a new woman ever since that night, and our own sex life is better than ever. Ed still comes by every Wednesday
night, and he also comes inside Sharon. It’s been good for all of us.

—F.F., Butte, Montana
     

I am a 33-year-old brunette with what most men consider a good figure. My husband, Vince, and I have a good relationship,
but last year for some reason my sex drive seemed to just fade away. Vince did his best to bring it to life again, and so
did I, but nothing seemed to work.

This all changed dramatically when we met Aaron in a bar about half an hour from our home. Aaron is a big, tall black stud
who also happens to have a nice personality. I’ve always been secretly attracted to black guys, and Aaron’s big muscular form
really turned me on.

I had a few drinks, which of course loosened me up a bit. I don’t remember how our conversation got onto the subject of underwear,
but when it did I surprised myself by admitting that I seldom wore any. Aaron asked Vince if this was true, and Vince told
him it was. Aaron seemed to find this very interesting.

It was late when we left the bar and walked out to the parking lot. Aaron walked us to our car, and as I opened the car door
I felt his hand run over my butt. I backed against him and felt the bulge in his pants. I’d never been so turned on in my
life.