Letters to Penthouse XIV (39 page)

Once inside, Julia excused herself to freshen up. Michael asked her not to wash her sweet cunt, and she promised to keep it nice and wet for him. As I mixed our drinks, Michael asked me if I minded him fucking my wife. I told him that I was enjoying myself, and that he should go ahead and do whatever he wanted, but that I intended to watch the action and join in if asked. He smiled and toasted me, and then he and I sipped our drinks as we waited for Julia to return.

A little while later Julia walked into the living room. She had reapplied her makeup and put on sexy black crotchless panties and a half-bra that completely exposed her nipples and pushed her magnificent tits up and out. Her glistening cunt lips were swollen and begging for attention. Sheer, seamed stockings, a diamond ankle bracelet and six-inch black slides completed the outfit.

She sat down across from us and began to slowly rub her clit, explaining that she wanted to start things off by masturbating for us. She told us to watch carefully but not to play with ourselves during the show. She then proceeded to finger-fuck herself to a beautiful orgasm. Afterwards she stood up and motioned for Michael to come over to her. They kissed and rubbed each other, then Julia dropped to her knees and began what just had to be the most memorable blowjob of his life. I began stroking myself as I watched my beautiful, wicked wife on her knees before her black stud.

Julia lowered Michael’s zipper slowly, unbuckled his belt, pulled down his pants and slipped off his briefs to free his ebony hard-on. After staring at it for a long moment, she looked up at him and said breathlessly, “I love it!” She kissed the head, licked the entire length of the shaft and finally opened her mouth as wide as she could and began to suck it. She could only get half of it down her throat, so she began to stroke the rest, her mouth and hands moving in unison. As the pace increased, she told Michael not to worry about coming in her mouth if he wanted to.

A few moments later, Michael told Julia to stroke him faster and to open her mouth wide. He then proceeded to shoot stream after stream of thick white come into her mouth and onto her tits. By the time he had finished, my wife had swallowed what seemed like a quart of his jism. Julia slowly licked his cock clean, swallowing every drop of their juices.

Watching my wife behave like such a whore was the most thrilling thing I’d ever done. And then she topped it off by standing up, walking over to me with the come shining on her body and giving me a long, deep kiss. The taste of Michael’s come in her mouth was so exciting that I began to lick the remaining globs of ejaculate off her breasts until I had devoured it all.

Julia suggested we go into the bedroom. She lay down and asked me to sit in the chair and watch her make love to Michael, but not to jerk off. She then asked Michael to kneel beside her face and lower his dick into her mouth. She told him how much she craved his cock and started to suck him to another full erection. When he was hard she opened her legs wide, spread apart her drenched, swollen cunt lips and begged him to fuck her with his black rod.

I watched in disbelief as my wife’s cunt completely engulfed his penis. They started fucking slowly, and Julia met each of Michael’s thrusts with her own. Gradually the rhythm increased and Julia started moaning louder and louder. Finally she yelled, “I’m coming, I’m coming!” as she reached what she later told me was the best and longest orgasm of her life. Michael hadn’t come yet, and he began to fuck harder and faster until Julia asked him to pull out and lie down on the bed. He rolled over and lay on his back, his dong pointing straight up toward the ceiling. Julia then proceeded to straddle him and lower herself onto his prick. I was enjoying the show immensely, but I was also aching with desire and frustration. Fortunately, Julia was about to ease my pain and give herself another first-time sexual experience.

Firmly perched on Michael’s black baton, Julia beckoned me to the bed, then asked me to coat my prick with baby oil and fuck her ass. I gladly did as she requested, slowly pushing my prick into her small, tight asshole. She moaned as I slid it inside, and when I had shoved it in all the way, Julia yelled “Fuck my ass! Ram it in hard! Fuck my ass, fuck my cunt, fuck me, fuck me! Shove both of your cocks into me. I want to get double-fucked!”

Michael and I humped Julia like a two-piston fucking machine. The sensation of this double-penetration fuckfest was absolutely incredible for all of us. Julia started coming first. Then I went off, shooting wad after wad into her tight ass. And before either of us had finished, Michael emptied his load into her cunt. We collapsed in a heap and tried to catch our breath.

Michael and I were ready to call it a night, but Julia said she wanted us to get it up one more time for her. She told us to kneel next to her face, me on one side and Michael on the other, then asked us to stroke ourselves and let her lick and suck our cocks. Julia began to finger herself while she licked and sucked our dicks, moving from one to the other and back again. She told us how much she loved tasting her cunt and ass on our cocks. Michael and I both had raging hard-one. Julia then knelt on the bed and asked Michael to fuck her doggie-style while she sucked my dick. After a few minutes of perfectly choreographed fucking and sucking, she asked her new lover to take his cock out of her cunt and shove it up her ass. He cheerfully complied, and soon his prick was buried deep inside her ass-hole. Julia reached down and fingered her clit as we synchronized our movements. Soon she was moaning and whimpering around my cock, the contortions of her mouth driving me crazy. The sensations, added to the sight of my wife getting fucked up her ass by this big black stud, were too much for me. I had never seen her act like such a fucking slut before.

Just as I was about to explode, Julia raised her head and yelled, “I’m coming, I’m coming! Oh, please make it last for me! I’m coming!” Then she swallowed my cock again, and I shot my load into her eager mouth. A minute later Michael started moaning as he filled her ass with another load of come.

After she had once more recovered her breath, Julia said that she wanted to give us a taste how great the entire night had been for her. She then told me to lie down on my back, and she lowered her dripping cunt and ass over my face, saying, “Open your mouth and taste my ecstasy.” Huge wads of come began to pour out of her cunt and ass into my mouth. The taste of Michael’s come and mine, mixed with my wife’s juices, was incredible. I eagerly licked up all of the liquid and swallowed every drop. Now Julia pulled Michael toward her and gave him a deep, wet kiss. She asked him if he liked the taste of my come. He nodded and stuck his tongue in her mouth, swabbing up as much as he could get.

Finally the three of us lay down, with Julia in the middle. We hugged and kissed, and Julia told us how much she enjoyed being fondled by her black and white studs. We sucked her tits and fingered her to a few more orgasms before we all drifted off to sleep.

When Julia and I woke up in the morning, Michael was gone, but he had left us a thank-you note and some of the greatest sexual memories of our lives.—
B.W., Tuscaloosa, Alabama

HIS BOSS SENT HIM OFF ON BUSINESS TRIPS, THEN GAVE THE BUSINESS TO HIS WIFE

I’ve always enjoyed traveling on work-related assignments, so when my boss began sending me on an increased number of business trips, I considered myself fortunate. I didn’t know why he was doing it all of a sudden, but I was getting to travel all over the country and stay in (reasonably) nice hotels on someone’s else’s tab, so I didn’t even bother to give it a second thought.

One day I left the office to go to the airport, but on the way I realized that I had left an important file at home, so I had the cab turn around and take me back to my house. When I walked in the door I noticed that the answering machine was on. I was surprised to hear my boss’s voice—and I was even more surprised to hear what he was saying.

“Hi, kitten,” I heard. “Your husband has just taken a cab to the airport, so we’ve got two nights to howl. I thought I might come by around lunchtime so we could have ourselves a little matinee roll in the hay. I’m horny as hell for your pussy, kitten. Give me a call when you get in. Bye bye.”

When I heard this I suddenly realized why I’d been so generously assigned all those overnight business trips recently. My boss Steve was fucking my wife Maggie, and he probably had been for months. It also explained why Maggie had never complained about me being away from home so much. Strangely enough, when I realized exactly what was happening, I got an immediate hard-on.

Just as I was about to get back in the cab, my wife drove up. She had just gone to the store for a few things and was surprised to see me home. I explained to her that I’d come to pick up a file I’d forgotten and that I had to hurry if I wanted to make my plane. We kissed, and then I was off. I kept thinking about my boss and my wife, and I had a hard-on for the whole flight.

That night I phoned home about ten o’clock. Maggie sounded out of breath, and I told her so. She said she’d been doing some exercise. Yeah, I thought, I knew exactly what kind of exercise she was doing and who she was doing it with.

I decided to let things continue as they were, at least for a while. I had to admit to myself that I was increasingly turned on by the fact that my wife was screwing my boss on a regular basis. Then one night I decided to tell Maggie that I had always fantasized about her getting fucked by another man. I told her that the idea really turned me on, and that I wouldn’t object if she ever felt she’d like to have some strange cock. I said it would probably be thrilling for both of us if she would share her experiences with me, or even let me watch.

Maggie was astounded when I said that. She stared at me for a long time, really taken aback and basically speechless until she looked me right in the eye and said, “You know about Steve and me, don’t you?”

I put my hand on hers and told her that I’d known for some time. I assured her that I wasn’t upset about their affair, and I asked her to tell me about it. She took a deep breath and started to explain how everything had happened, and she saw how hot and hard I was getting as she told me the whole story.

She said that Steve had come on to her several times in the past and she hadn’t responded, although she found him very sexy. Then at a company party one night he had gotten her outside in the dark. She had allowed him to back her up against a wall as he faced her, leaning toward her with his hands braced on either side of her head. Occasionally he would let a hand drop and “accidentally” rub against her tits. She thought it was accidental the first time, until it happened again and again. Finally he bent his elbows, moving forward to kiss her.

Perhaps a little carried away because of the drinks she had consumed, she returned his passionate kiss. He took her hand and placed it on his cock, saying, “Look how much you affect me!” His size and thickness really turned her on, and she finally agreed to his suggestion that he come by the house the next day.

Maggie told me that he had turned out to be a fantastically good fuck. He could hold off for the longest time before coming, and she had several orgasms.

I have to admit that I’m not a great lover. I tend to go off too fast, and I’m seldom able to bring my wife to orgasm before I come. Maggie said she’d never known how wonderful fucking could be until she started having her affair with Steve. He opened her up to all kinds of sexual fun. She even became an expert at sucking cock, which was something I could never get her to do for me in all the time we’ve been married.

We agreed not to tell Steve right away that I knew the two of them were carrying on. I was afraid that Steve might overreact and break it off with her, he might fire me, or both. I didn’t want either of those things to happen, and neither did she.

We started seeing more and more of Steve as a couple, while Maggie continued to meet with him on the side. Eventually Steve began to get the idea that I knew what was going on, and that I was okay with it. He became more open showing his interest in my wife, and eventually it was accepted among the three of us that he’s her lover. It’s been that way for six months now, and none of us has any complaints.

I soon realized that it turned Steve on to display his obvious lust for my wife right in front of me, and we both realized that it turned me on to be openly cuckolded, as it were. For instance, when the three of us go to a restaurant, Steve sits next to Maggie and I sit across from them. Soon I’ll see his hand going under the table, and I’ll watch her face as it goes up her dress.

Steve often comes by the house now to fuck Maggie. We’ll have a few drinks, and then the two of them will go upstairs and he’ll screw her in our bed. I listen to their sounds of passion then I often jerk off, coming hard when I hear her scream with the orgasms she gets from another man.

I still go out of town on business trips, and sometimes I’ll call her up and she puts the phone on the bed so I can listen while they have sex. When Steve goes on trips now, he sometimes takes my wife with him as his “personal assistant” On their last business trip, an old friend of his was attending the same convention, and the three of them had a wild time together, with my wife satisfying both men at once, taking them on in every position they knew and making them come several times over. When she finally got home and told me about it, I came without even touching myself. It may seem peculiar to some people, but we have come to enjoy our lifestyle, and none of us would change it for anything.—
R.G., New Orleans, Louisiana

Someone’s
Watching

HEARING
TALES OF HER YOUNG LOVER RECHARGES HER HUSBAND’S
BATTERY

They say that life gets better after
forty. It sure did for my husband and me. Milt is fifty-two, and I’m
forty-five. We’ve been happily married for twenty-three years, have
two grown daughters and will soon be grandparents. Not the kind of
people you would expect to have a
Penthouse
experience, though
I should say we’ve read
Penthouse Letters
for
years.