Letters to Penthouse VI (13 page)

Adam, a close friend of my wife's family, came for a visit last week and helped me live out a fantasy, although he didn't know it. He arrived midweek, and was unpacked and relaxed when I arrived home from work. Dinner was ready and excellent, as Mary is a great cook. After a few drinks, we were all taking in the living room, half asleep and ready for bed. Mary was straightening up the room a little, and Adam's eyes followed every move she made as she bent and straightened. She wasn't wearing much, and I know he got a good shot of her tits a couple of times.

When my wife excused herself to go to bed, I sat up a few minutes with Adam to see what he had planned for the next couple of days. I was soon ready to turn in, and Adam said he would lock up and turn off all the lights. Mary was fast asleep when I got into bed, so I kissed her good night, rolled over and fell asleep myself.

Hours must have passed. Half awake and having to pee, I got up to go to the bathroom. It was only when I headed back to bed that I noticed Mary was gone. She gets up a lot at night, so I went to see if she was all right. I didn't see her in the living room or kitchen, but saw a light on in the guest bedroom. I walked over to see what was up, and looked around the corner into the partially open guest room door

Mary was sitting on the bed in a short nightgown, which she wears all the time, talking to Adam. I turned to go back to bed, but was struck by a thought. I was suddenly thinking about what it would be like to see Mary having sex with another man. One of my fantasies is to be a Peeping Tom and to watch two people fucking. This idea in mind, I looked back into the bedroom again. They were still just talking, and I figured that my fantasy wasn't going to be realized that night. Then I heard Mary laugh, and saw Adam turn slightly in bed, revealing a full hard-on. It rose under the covers like a tent pole, just inches from where Mary was sitting. I don't know what they were talking about, but it must have been good.

I was intrigued, and crept quietly closer to the door. I saw that Mary, although covered from his direct sight, was at an angle to the mirror so that Adam could clearly see her shaved pussy—hence the hard-on. When Mary noticed where his gaze was directed, and realized the view she'd been giving him, the laugh followed. She shifted her legs, and I figured that was that.

Then, to my surprise, Mary leaned forward and kissed Adam on the forehead. Adam leaned to meet her and kissed her lips instead. He moved, and the covers fell off to one side, revealing his naked body and rampant erection.

Mary got off the bed. I thought she was leaving, so I backpedaled away from the door. She didn't appear. Slowly I inched back to where I could see the action. The lights were now out, but the glow of a full moon filled the room. Mary was on top of Adam with his penis deep inside her as she pumped up and down, fucking him so fast that he couldn't keep up!

My dick sprang to attention instantly, and I jerked off while watching them. I was mesmerized by the sight of two people fucking just a few feet away, especially since one of them was my wife!

Mary is usually very vocal when we make love, but she wasn't making any noise as she rode Adam. It may be because she didn't want to wake me up, but I think it was more because she was so intent. It all happened so suddenly. I had only stepped away from the door for a few seconds, and when I got back they were fucking furiously. They went from zero to sixty in no time at all, and then just kept accelerating.

Adam didn't make any noise either. Mary sat on his pelvis, her hips sliding up and down his waist so fast they were a blur. Their hands were clutched together next to his shoulders, and she was leaning over him, her tits bouncing up and down like crazy. Their eyes were locked together. The only change as they came close to orgasm was that their eyes got tense and started to close as they struggled to hold back just a little longer. Then that became impossible.

I came at the same time Adam did. That's the only time I heard a sound come from his mouth—a long, soft sigh. Mary soon followed. She closed her eyes and threw her head back, her hair hanging down between her shoulder blades. She slammed her hips down really hard, and I knew from the way her mouth was moving that she was coming, even though she didn't make any noise. She stayed really still for over a minute, then collapsed against his chest.

I haven't said anything to Mary about that night, and I don't know if I ever will. I do know I'm looking forward to watching again when my wife's friend comes to see us. We've had really great sex since that night. I just hope it will continue until Adam's next visit.—
E.O., Tampa, Florida

SAME OLD PARTY, SAME OLD GUESTS, BUT WAIT A MINUTE! WHAT'S GOING ON OVER BY THE SWIMMING POOL?

Working full-time and going to school doesn't leave' me much time for a social life. However, a couple of weeks ago a girlfriend of mine talked me into going to a big party with her. It was the same old scene, with the same old faces, so I decided to go for a walk outside.

After walking around for a while, I was almost ready to go back inside when I heard a woman moaning. I looked around, and there at the side of the pool was a woman masturbating. I moved behind a tree where I could watch without being seen. It was then that I noticed a man directly across the pool from her. He was talking dirty to her. I could feel my nipples grow hard as I listened to him tell her how much he would love to slide his hard cock into her mouth.

He walked around the pool to her, took her and raised her to her feet. I could see that she had been swimming. Her perfect body glistened in the moonlight as he lowered his head to suck one of her breasts into his mouth. I was wearing a miniskirt with no underwear, and couldn't resist reaching down between my legs to feel the wetness there. My pussy went wild at the first touch, and I began to finger myself.

The mysterious man bent his lover over a chair and thrust his manhood between her plump ass-cheeks and into her cunt. At first he went slowly, but the louder she moaned, the more frantic he became. My love juice was running down my leg as I finger-fucked myself harder and harder. He had hold of her tits, and she begged for his load. He pulled his dick out and exploded all over her back. By this point I had two fingers in my twat. As I watched her wipe his come from her back and lick it, I couldn't help but yell out as I came too, twitching and thrusting. By the time I stopped coming, I was sitting on the ground because I had orgasmed so hard that my knees refused to hold me up.

I got out of there as fast as I could, hoping no one saw me. But I'm going to make a point of going to those parties from now on, so I can get my turn by the pool!—
P.M., Seattle, Washington

A LITTLE SOMETHING ON THE SIDE HAS KEPT THIS COUPLE'S MAIN COURSE APPETIZING

Dora and I have been married for ten years, have seven children, and are a perfectly matched couple. Not only do we agree on everything from politics to the food we like, we are also ideally suited to each other in our unorthodox attitudes about sex. Dora is a hot-blooded woman who loves sex. She's had numerous lovers and several very passionate long-term affairs during our years together. I must in honesty admit that Dora's love affairs do make me jealous, but I don't find that they make me angry. The jealousy is secondary to the sexual arousal her trysts cause me. Our relationship is an ideal match between a sensuous, sexually liberated woman and a natural voyeur.

When Dora returns home from one of her dates, she likes me to lick her juicy, sperm-filled cunt while she softly tells me how her lover fucked her. Because her stories turn me on so much, she jacks off my hard, aching prick. I always come almost immediately. Other times she'll give me a deep, wet kiss, asking whether I can taste her lover's come on her breath from the blowjob she gave him. I'll finger her juicy pussy, and ejaculate almost at the touch of her hand on my prick.

Our sexy lifestyle began when Dora accompanied me on a business trip only three months after we were married. She stayed at the hotel while I attended my first meeting, and had quite a tale to tell me when I got back. A man had started talking to her at the hotel pool, and they had spent the afternoon chatting away. She told me that the guy, Quentin, had really been coming on to her, and had asked her to meet him for drinks and dancing at the lounge that evening. Dora said he was well-built and quite good-looking.

Noticing her obvious interest, I asked her if she'd agreed to see him. Dora's eyes lit up. She was pleased that I'd seen what she was getting at. She looked at my trousers, where an erection had already started growing, and replied, “I said I'd call him and let him know. I told him that if my husband had a meeting, I would meet him.”

By now my young bride's tale had given me an incredible hard-on. Dora looked at my bulging trousers and said, “I see it turns you on as much as it does me. Why don't I call Quentin and tell him I'm free, that my husband's tied up. That way you can come to the lounge and watch what happens.” Still unsure, but incredibly aroused, I could only nod.

I went to the lounge, and took a seat at the bar, wondering if Quentin was already there and, if so, which of the patrons he was. Dora entered a few minutes later. Every head in the place turned when she walked in wearing a tight black dress that revealed plenty of cleavage and leg. Dora is exceptionally pretty, with medium-length dark brown hair, blue eyes and a sensational body.

A man at the opposite side of the bar got up and walked her way. Dora greeted him with a warm smile and led the way to a table near where I was sitting. I would be able to hear their every word. Dora told him that her husband was at a meeting and wouldn't be back until well after midnight.

As the evening progressed they had drinks, danced, talked intimately and sat close together, with lots of touching. Every so often Dora would secretly glance over at me. This was usually followed by a deep, passionate kiss. A little after ten, Dora asked Quentin, loudly enough to be sure I could hear, “Do you want to come back to my room with me for a while? My husband won't be back for another two hours, at least.”

Quentin wasted no time accepting Dora's invitation. He escorted her out of the lounge, his hand on her lovely butt as they walked. My cock was almost tearing a hole in my trousers, so I finished the beer I was sipping on and left the lounge also.

The room we were staying in faced the swimming pool, so I went to a poolside seat in order to watch our window. I couldn't see them inside, only that the light was on behind the closed curtain. There I sat, jealous and horny, my mind full of erotic fantasies about what was going on behind our locked hotel room door. Finally the door opened, a little before midnight, and Quentin left. I waited until he was gone and entered the room.

Dora's dress, bra and panties were on the floor, and she lay naked on the bed, covered to her waist by a sheet. She had a contented glow about her, and she smiled at me dreamily. I undressed and crawled in bed beside my wife, asking her to fill me in on the details. Dora grinned mischievously, kissed me, and asked, “Can you taste Quentin's come? I swallowed a lot of it.” I almost came myself when she said that.

Next, one of Dora's dainty hands cupped my cock, while the other pushed down the sheet and put one of my hands on her pussy. It was soaking wet and greasy, and I looked down to see her pubic hair lathered in milky-white semen. I was amazed. Not only had she gone to bed with Quentin, whom she'd met only that afternoon, she'd not even made him wear one of the rubbers in the nightstand. “Did you let him come in you?” I asked Dora incredulously.

She looked at me seductively and replied, “I didn't let him. I begged him to shoot his sperm in me.” Dora gave my cock a tug with her hand as she said that, and I filled her palm with my come.

Dora giggled as she snuggled up tight against me and whispered, “Now that you're married to an adulteress, how do you like it? Make you jealous?” I nodded. Then she continued, “But it really turned you on, didn't it?” I couldn't help but nod yes again, because it really did. “Good,” she replied nuzzling up to me, “because I've been fantasizing about being a naughty wife ever since our honeymoon. Tonight was the most exciting night of my life.” Dora then finished with, “That's what I want to be, a naughty wife. You'll let me be your naughty wife, won't you? You'll still love me, won't you honey, you'll still love your naughty wife?” I did love her, I still do, and I held her tight as we fell asleep, assuring her that I'd always love my naughty wife.—
J.K., Dearborn, Michigan

HUSBAND WATCHES CLOSELY TO MAKE SURE THE SHOE SALESMAN GIVES WIFE A GOOD FIT

After reading in
Penthouse Letters
about husbands watching their wives have sex with strangers, I wondered what it would be like to see my wife with someone else. When I first brought it up, Monica was adamantly against it. However, with patience and persistence I convinced her to experiment with the idea by flashing a shoe salesman. She agreed, but said that was as far as she would go.

I had her put on a pair of sheer white panties under a dress with a short, full skirt, then drove her to a shoe store in another town, right around closing time. Monica waited until the store was empty, then nervously entered, quickly picked out three styles and took a seat near the back. The salesman, a good-looking guy about thirty years old, sat down on a fitting stool, facing her. I quietly entered the store and crept up behind him. When Monica raised her foot onto the stool, her panties came into view, and her skirt rode up her thigh a little. None of this was lost on the salesman, who boldly looked into Monica's eyes and smiled. She returned his smile, but didn't adjust her skirt.

As the clerk changed her shoe, he commented on how nice her legs were, and started lightly rubbing her calf. Monica smiled and thanked him, then made everything easier to see by slightly parting her legs and lowering her foot to the side of the stool. When she raised the other leg, her skirt slid even higher, revealing some of her sheer panties. The thin material did very little to hide the thick black pubic hair framing my wife's pretty pink pussy.