Letters to Penthouse VI (51 page)

One weekend Barb went out of town with her sister for a few days. Paul called us on Saturday and invited us over to spend the day with him in his Jacuzzi. Amy is a great cook, so she offered to make dinner for the three of us later on. We didn't have a plan as to how we were actually going to seduce him, but we were determined that it would be now or never.

We went to Paul's place and hung out in his Jacuzzi, making jokes and kicking back. There was a lot of flirting going on between Amy and Paul, and between me and Amy, and it kept the energy high all afternoon. Amy made a fantastic dinner, and we drank a couple of bottles of wine and got very loose by the time she put dessert, a delicious raspberry torte, on the table.

“This dessert is fantastic,” Paul said to her.

“Thanks, but my husband did most of the work,” she told him.

“Well, guys, just put it on my bill,” he said, innocently enough. Amy started laughing uncontrollably. Paul asked why she was laughing, and she blushed, but I explained it to him. Whenever I do Amy a favor, she says, “That deserves a blowjob,” and usually follows through on the offer. When there's no time, or the place isn't right for oral affection, she says, “Put it on my bill.”

After that, we tossed around the phrase pretty loosely and had a good laugh every time it came up. At about nine o'clock that night, we were all in the Jacuzzi. Paul got out to freshen up everyone's drink. When he returned, Amy took her drink and said with a smile, “Just put it on my bill.”

“Gladly,” Paul replied.

“Are you serious?” she asked. Paul didn't say a word—I don't think he knew how to respond. “Well,” Amy continued, “I think it's high time I started paying off some of these debts.” And with that, she draped her hand over his swimming trunks and fondled his penis.

Paul looked at me, and I said, “I don't think she's kidding.” My own cock was hardening magnificently with the prospect of watching Amy go to work on Paul's big tool—or better yet, the prospect of the three of us having a nice, intimate orgy. Amy pulled on the waistband of Paul's trunks and yanked them down. She started to stroke his turgid cock-flesh with her hand, getting him hard. His penis grew to the size of a nightstick.

“Do you still doubt that I'm serious?” she asked Paul.

He looked at her, then at me, then shrugged his shoulders, leaned back and prepared to enjoy the ride.

“You're about to get the best blowjob in the world, buddy,” I said excitedly, pulling off my swim trunks and taking my fully erect cock in hand. “It's all right with me. That is, as long as you don't mind if I watch.”

“I … don't … mind,” Paul groaned as Amy took his shaft between her lips. He quickly got into the spirit of things, and stood up in the Jacuzzi as she started to suck him. I thought his dick was already erect, but it just kept getting bigger and bigger. By the time he was completely erect, it was longer than any cock I'd ever seen in an X-rated flick. Believe me, Paul could've been a star in that field! He worked his hips in a circular motion and fed my wife all the meat she could handle. I watched, amazed, as the knob of his prick popped down her throat again and again, and all fourteen inches of his man-rod disappeared in her mouth. Later on, Amy told me that for a few minutes even she wasn't sure if she'd be able to handle a hose that big. But she met the challenge with her usual enthusiasm and slutty vigor, slathering up and down his enormous pole, pumping it, stroking it and burying it down her throat until her nose was doing a dance in Paul's pubic hair.

After about ten minutes he stopped her momentarily, took her swimsuit off and put his hands on her tits. Amy kissed him and said she wouldn't go any further unless he promised her something. When he asked what it was, she replied, “I love sucking your cock, but I really want you to fuck me soon. Promise me you'll never tell your wife about any of this, all right?”

“It's a deal,” Paul answered. “But please, do this for a little while longer.” He eased Amy down into the water again so that she could resume sucking his cock.

“You want me to make you come, is that it?” she asked.

“I think you're going to make us both come,” I offered, pumping my cock wildly as Amy slid her mouth back onto Paul's club. It didn't take her long to get results. Less than a minute later Paul pulled out of Amy's mouth, stood back and fired a load onto her cheeks that could've filled a coffee mug. I followed suit almost immediately, standing between them and stuffing my cock into my wife's mouth just in time for her to drink my brew.

Paul, far from being spent, was in high gear. Amy was still gulping my batter when he said to her, “Let's go into the bedroom. I've been dying to fuck your sweet little pussy for years, and I can't wait another second.”

We practically tripped over each other heading for the bedroom. And the rest, as they say, is history. We fucked for several hours, went to sleep, and picked up where we left off the next morning. The sex was even better than I had hoped for. I'd watched my wife fuck other men from a distance, and I'd been there with her during our threesome with Will. But this—well, this was too good to be true. Paul had so much cock that Amy was like a kid in a candy store. She didn't know whether to sit on it, take it doggie-style, have him fuck her between the tits or just cram it down her throat some more. Thankfully she didn't have to choose. She did them all, and with gusto! Although I fucked her mouth and pussy, and ate her out much of the time, my greatest pleasure was watching her in action with Paul's big whale of a penis.

When I'd watched her fuck the big dick of her ex-boyfriend Andy, I'd heard her yelping and gasping. But with Paul, she screamed and bleated and growled. “Oh, God, yes! Fuck me, you son of a bitch! Give me that fucking monster!” I don't think my cock went soft that entire weekend. And as for Paul, well, he had a look on his face like he'd died and gone to heaven. At one point he actually got up and closed the bedroom window so that his neighbors wouldn't hear Amy's cries of pleasure.

Since then we've met with Paul about ten times for sex—always when his wife is well out of range. It gets better every time and, of course, I am continually treated to the spectacle of my wife blowing, fucking, humping and pumping a big-dicked man. What's really amazing is the way Paul has changed. He's really opened up, and has begun to reveal his own fantasies and fetishes to us.

Paul's main fetish is the same as one of mine: he loves seeing women in lingerie. He had a birthday several months after we started our threesomes with him, and we helped him celebrate. Amy dressed up in a garter belt and stockings, and showed up at his door as his birthday gift one night when his wife was working late. Paul's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw what she was wearing. He'd never seen a woman in a garter belt before, not in person anyway, and he went crazy over her outfit.

That night Paul let us know that one of his favorite things was for Amy to sit on his face and have him eat her out, while she rubbed both her bare skin and her nylons against his face. She did so, and the results were explosive. He ate her pussy and sucked her tits until she was going wild herself, having little orgasms and juicing profusely every time he made contact with her body. When it came time for the fucking to begin, Paul was so keyed up he literally ripped Amy's panties apart with his hands and slammed his cock into her with one fantastic thrust. Keep in mind that Paul's cock is fourteen inches long, and you'll have some idea of how wet my wife's pussy was that night.

Since then, we have made it a point to indulge Paul's lingerie fetish. Amy now wears either a garter belt, bustie, teddy or, at the very least, a sexy bra-and-panty set whenever she sees him. Paul, for his part, has bought Amy many types of “naughties,” as he calls them, with the request that she wear a different item each time she shows up to enjoy his monster cock. Between what he and I have given her to wear over the past year, I'm sure that Amy now has the most extensive collection of lingerie in Florida.

As much as I love seeing Amy in sexy lingerie, I couldn't care less what she wears when she's with Paul. I just love watching the two of them fuck. There's no doubt that he can take her to a level of sexual pleasure that a man with an average-size cock, like me, simply can't do. I've seen my wife in bed with small cocks, and I've seen her with horse-hung men, and there's no comparison. She really lets herself go with a giant shank. It's great the way a big, stiff dick makes her scream out and talk dirty and beg for more. I still find the size of Paul's cock pretty unbelievable, and I love what it does to her. When Amy fucks Paul for a solid hour, which they often do, it's hard to tell whether she's having one sixty-minute orgasm, two thirty minute orgasms, twelve five-minute orgasms, or sixty one-minute orgasms. I think you get the idea.

Once Paul said to me, “I hope you don't mind me saying this, but your wife is the greatest fuck in the world!”

“Mind?” I said, beaming with pride and throbbing with arousal. “What could be better than to be married to the greatest fuck in the world?”

“All I can say,” Paul replied with a grin, “is thanks for sharing.”

Amy has only fucked Paul once when I wasn't around, and in a way, that led to the most unique birthday present she ever gave me. About a year after we started our relationship with him, he stayed with us one weekend when Barb was out of town. After we'd enjoyed a particularly satisfying evening of sex, Amy and I went to bed in our room, and Paul slept in the guest room. I left at six o'clock in the morning for an early golf game, so it wasn't until later on that I found out exactly what happened at the house that morning.

Amy woke up and made coffee. She was reading the newspaper when she heard Paul get up. She brought a cup of coffee upstairs for him, and found him taking a shower. She told him she was going to take a shower too, and then they could have breakfast afterward. He opened the shower curtain and said, “Get in with me. You'll save money on your water bill.”

Amy decided to call his bluff, and stepped into the shower with him. He lathered up her tits, she soaped up his penis, he soaped up her ass-cheeks … and before long they ended up leaving the shower and going back to bed to fuck for a couple of hours.

Amy didn't tell me about their private romp for a few days, then felt guilty about it and confessed everything. I told her I would prefer if she only fucked Paul when I was there to share the experience with her, but I admitted that it still excited me to know what she'd done.

“I just wish you would've taken some pictures,” I joked. Little did I know what those words would lead to!

One of Amy's best friends is a woman named Nancy. Nancy is the sort of woman who makes other women, Amy included, extremely jealous. She has a fantastic body. I'll bet she could put on a burlap sack and look good at a White House dinner. She has the best body I've ever seen on a woman in her forties. I admit that she's one of the women I've lusted after in my heart for many years. She often joked about “borrowing” me for a night. I always said I was game, but Amy wouldn't allow it.

Nancy was going through a divorce, and told Amy she wanted to treat herself to a really good vacation. She decided to go to France and take a bicycle tour of the countryside, but she didn't want to go alone, and asked Amy to go with her. Amy had always wanted to see France, and decided to join Nancy.

Nancy had confided in Amy that she hadn't had sex in a almost two years. She was so horny, she told Amy, that she planned to find some French stud on the trip and fuck his brains out!

A week after they returned from their vacation, Amy and I invited Nancy over to look at the photos and videotapes they'd shot in France. That afternoon, I went to the store to pick up Nancy's photos for her. Naturally I looked them over while I was still in the store. Two of the pictures were of special interest to me. One showed Amy and Nancy on the beach in Nice with a handsome man. The other one showed the three of them walking, hand-in-hand, into the ocean. Amy and Nancy were topless, and I sensed at once that the man in the photographs had fucked them both.

When Nancy came over, there were more pictures that caught my eye. They pointed out two men from Norway they'd met. They were in their mid-twenties, with blond hair, blue eyes and good bodies. Nancy told me that instead of renting bikes, she Amy, Keil and his friend Gregor had rented a car and driven to the Riviera. One of them, Keil, was the man I'd seen in Nancy's beach shots.

“Jealous?” Nancy teased me.

“Not yet,” I said, secretly disappointed that the photographs didn't show what I really wanted to see: my wife Amy with Keil's cock in her pussy, and Gregor's cock in her mouth.

That night I said to Amy, “I bet you fucked those men.” She denied it, but her denial was so halfhearted that I was sure she had. I just had to find a way to get Amy to admit it to me and tell me all the details.

The next night was my birthday. As a special treat, Amy bought a new lingerie outfit with crotchless panties. We fucked and sucked for a long time, just to the point of orgasm, but decided to bring each other off with masturbation. I fucked her with her longest dildo, while she jerked me off into her mouth.

When we were drifting off to sleep that night, Amy asked, “Would you have minded if I'd fucked those guys in France?”

“No,” I assured her. “Just thinking about it turns me on.”

“Good,” she said. She then pulled a gift-wrapped box from beneath the bed and gave it to me. “Happy birthday,” she whispered in my ear.

My cock bounced to attention as I opened the box and saw a videotape inside. I immediately popped it into the VCR and scrambled back to the bed to watch it with my wife.

“You said you were sorry that I didn't take pictures of the time I fucked Paul when you weren't around, so I didn't want to make the same mistake twice. I think you're going to love this,” Amy said excitedly.

A picture came on the screen. Amy was on a bed, naked, fingering her cunt. In walked Keil, also nude. His cock was erect, and it looked like a big one. Amy must have some kind of radar for big dicks. Keil's seemed to be a foot long. I'd never seen a cock as fat as his. It looked like a child's arm.