Letters to Penthouse XI (10 page)

I told her I would head back to the room. After a long shower, I opened a beer and got dressed in shorts and sandals. I expected Stacey to return soon, and when she didn't, my curiosity grew. I went back to the pool to check out the situation. As I walked outside, I almost fainted with excitement and lust. Stacey was lying on a lounge chair between her new friends, her tan, bare ass in full view. She was rubbing the long-haired guy's chest and smiling a wicked smile as he leaned over and thrust his tongue deep in her mouth. They kissed for what seemed like an eternity.

Instead of being jealous, I was turned on. I didn't want to be seen, so I headed back to the room and waited to see what would happen next. I guess the sun, excitement and gin got to me—amazingly, I dozed off. I was awakened by an excited Stacey wearing only her tiny bikini and sexy black sandals.

She kicked off the sandals, jumped up on the bed by me and said excitedly: “Baby, I sucked his dick. In the hall lounge. Baby, it's fat. I mean
huge
. We kissed on the elevator, then got off on our floor. His name is Mark, and he said he might do a threesome with us. God, his cock was awesome. We're supposed to hook up later—”

Stacey was talking a hundred miles an hour. I was so turned on, I told her to call him to come over now, but she wanted to wait. Her face was filled with lust as she embraced me on the bed. I literally pulled off what there was to her bikini and plunged my fingers in her sopping pussy.

“Please save it for later, baby,” she said as I plunged my cock in her shaved cunt. I pulled out and exploded on the bed. After catching our breath, we showered and got ready for a quick dinner and our potential rendezvous.

Stacey dressed in an outfit that said she meant business—a thin brown tank top with no bra, which did little to hide her perky hard nipples, and a super-short tan skirt. A super-sexy pair of strapped high-heeled sandals really accented her muscular legs. She looked stunning as we headed for dinner.

After dinner, we took a cab to the casino where Stacey and Mark had agreed to meet. She said she was excited about our fantasy coming to reality but he was concerned about my involvement. She assured him everything would be fine. As we walked into the casino, she as usual had all the men's eyes. We approached the bar and waited. After a couple of drinks, we decided he must have changed his mind and returned to our hotel.

Stacey called his room, but a friend said he was still out on the town. “Oh well, tell him to call me,” she said as she hung up, obviously disappointed.

We began undressing and kissing when the phone rang. Stacey looked at me as she answered with a sexy smile. She said, “OK, OK, sure, all right, bye!” Then, to me: “God, he's on his way over!” We got dressed and I went to the bar for a while, thinking it would be less tense if Stacey greeted him alone.

When I got back, they were sitting around talking and laughing nervously. We each had a drink as Mark and I tried to relax a bit. The drinks went pretty fast. Stacey winked at me and suggested I go get another round. I was sure she wanted to get going! I wasn't surprised to find them on the bed when I returned.

She was on her hands and knees, wearing only her tiny white thong panties, her bare feet hanging off the edge of the bed. It was obvious that she had been sucking his huge cock. She looked nervously over her shoulder as I walked up to the bed. He was naked, with her hand still gripping and slowly stroking his massive tool. I stripped.

Sensing my approval, Stacey tossed her hair to one side and stuffed Mark's cock in her very full mouth and resumed giving him head. She had not exaggerated—his dick was at least ten inches, perfectly shaped, and very thick. She is great at giving head, but this was a challenge! Now nude, I got on the floor behind her, peeled off her thong and plunged my tongue in her wet pussy. I licked and sucked her swollen cunt and Mark fucked her mouth. She moaned.

The sun, alcohol and excitement had me spinning, so I moved to a chair by the bed to catch my breath. I knew Stacey was dying to be stretched by this dream cock. After a few minutes she rolled over to the middle of the bed on all fours, shaking with lust and anticipation.

She looked at Mark and said, “Baby, I want you in me.”

Mark slid a condom over his rock-hard cock and began pushing it into Stacey. She grabbed the headboard and groaned loudly as he fucked her from behind in hard, fast strokes.

“Fuck me, baby! God, fuck me!” she yelled. After a while he pulled out and rolled her on her back. She raised her legs high as he reentered her and resumed fucking. I had a great view of his massive cock stretching her. She was breathing really hard. He finally exploded in her for what seemed like an eternity.

I got back on the bed and played with Stacey's erect nipples and kissed her deeply. Mark spread her legs and furiously lapped her pussy. She was obviously enjoying the attention of two men. I sucked her nipples, and Mark soon joined me in licking and sucking her pert tits. She couldn't keep her hands off his cock, and slowly pumped his shaft back to full attention. Mark and I both were pleasuring Stacey, and she was stroking both our cocks. What an erotic pleasure overload!

I got up to catch my breath again. Stacey kissed her way down Mark's athletic body, took his cock back in her mouth and sucked him off slowly, pausing often to admire his shaft and at the same time rubbing her clit. He came with a loud groan, and she continued to lick his shaft. They kissed and rolled off the bed, totally spent. It was very late, and Mark dressed, said quick good-byes and left. Stacey and I collapsed on the bed. It had been a long, tiring day!

The next day we both woke up smiling—and horny as hell. We fucked and sucked each other several times before we had to leave for the airport. Stacey grinned a sexy, slutty grin as I pulled my totally spent cock out of her after one long final fuck.

We both laughed as we dressed and checked out, and we smiled all the way home.—
L.S., Wilmington, Delaware

A SPECIAL ANNIVERSARY PRESENT FROM HIS WIFE: HER BEST FRIEND

Denise and I have been married for five years, but have been together for almost ten. She still turns my crank. She is a six-foot beauty with shoulder-length auburn hair and a smile that lights up a room, not to mention a killer 38-26-35 body. Furthermore, she can be insatiable in the bedroom, which suits me fine. Needless to say, I have never had any notions of straying.

Our usual anniversary routine is to dine at an upscale restaurant, then head home for some earth-shaking sex. But this year my wife's best friend was in town. Michelle was maid of honor at our wedding, but since we moved away from our hometown we haven't seen much of her and her husband and kids. So when she called to say she would be in town for a conference, Denise invited her to come out to dinner with us.

The meal and wine were great, and after a while I noticed that the usually reserved Michelle was being very flirtatious with me. I just assumed it was the wine. Not that I minded the attention. Michelle is extremely pleasant to look at, even after giving birth to two kids. She is about 34-25-36, stands a little over five feet ten and has light brown, almost blonde hair. I felt great dining with two gorgeous females, and Denise didn't seem to care that Michelle was getting a little bold with her hands.

After dinner Denise asked Michelle if she wanted to come home for a nightcap. I was a little disappointed, as I'd been hoping to get laid as soon as we got home. But I understood that my wife missed her old friend, so I made the best of it. When we got home I opened another bottle of wine and we caught up on old times. I figured Denise would make up for missing our anniversary romp the next night. As it got late and the girls were still deep in conversation, I excused myself to go to bed.

What happened next still blows my mind. In my sleep I felt a hand caressing my cock, which responded eagerly. Then it was engulfed in a warm, hungry mouth. In my fog I figured Michelle must have left and Denise was heated up from the wine. When I heard the shower, I figured she'd asked Michelle to stay.

I said, “We better hurry, so we don't disturb Michelle when she comes out.”

“Yes, we better hurry,” a voice responded in the dark. “I've just got to have that hard rod in me soon.”

I almost fell out of bed. You guessed it, the voice was Michelle's, not Denise's.

“Michelle!” I said, as she slid her body up over mine, her hard nipples grazing my chest. “What're you doing?”

“Trying to get fucked,” she said. “Hey, Frank, I know you've always wanted me.”

My mind told me I shouldn't, but my cock had other ideas. Denise's showers usually lasted about twenty minutes, and I had always wanted to fuck Michelle. I groaned as she lowered her warm snatch onto my seven-inch fuckpole. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I made out the shapes of Michelle's large, round breasts bouncing up and down.

“This is great!” she moaned. “Denise is right. You really are great in the sack.”

What a confidence booster to the old ego! I got into a sitting position, with Michelle's long legs wrapped around my waist, and clamped my mouth onto one of her large bouncing tits.

“Oh that's it, suck it hard!” she gasped. “That feels so good.”

I broke free for a moment and suggested she get on her hands and knees. I wanted to fuck this beauty from behind. Then I had another idea. “Do you want me to lick your pussy?” I asked.

“Oh, please,” Michelle panted. “It's been so long. Andy doesn't seem to want to do it anymore.”

I got on my back with my head between her knees, pulled her down to my waiting tongue and lapped at her wet opening. I herd her moan even though her face was buried in the pillow. In a minute I felt her bucking on my face and knew she was near climax.

It was at this point that I heard my wife's voice: “What are you two doing?”

Uh-oh, I thought. My member shrank. You're headed for divorce court now.

But Denise said: “Michelle, I asked you to wait while I had my shower!”

“Sorry, hon,” Michelle purred. “I just couldn't hold back.”

“Oh well,” my wife replied. “Happy anniversary, baby.” And with that she dropped her towel, climbed on the bed and went down on me.

“Michelle and I need this hard,” she said between licks. “Why don't you get her pussy ready again, babe? This is one anniversary you're never gonna forget!”

I didn't need further encouragement. I licked Michelle's slit again while my wife got my cock back up to full attention.

“So do you want to fuck her, Frank?” Denise asked when she had me hard. I nodded. “Good,” she said, “because part of my anniversary gift is that you get to fuck her and watch me get eaten out. Do you want your gift now, babe?”

“More than you know!” I rasped.

Michelle had been quiet through this, apart from the occasional grunt and groan as my tongue rummaged her cunt. Now she spoke up.

“Quit your talking and fuck me now, Frank. And you, Denise, bring that sweet muff of yours over here. I should have done this years ago.”

“Honey, if you'd done that, we might not be having the fun we're going to have now,” Denise panted, moving up on the king-size bed and spreading her legs so Michelle could lap at her snatch.

I moved behind Michelle, rejoicing that I was finally going to get to fuck her. I had wanted to do this for ten years, ever since Denise had introduced me to her best friend. As Michelle's mouth went full throttle at my wife's pussy, I clasped those lovely hips I had often fantasized about touching and thrust all seven inches of my manmeat in her moist opening. She gave a muffled cry of passion into Denise's cunt.

As I thrust into that twisting body, my wife moaned over and over, “That's it! Oh yeah, that feels great!” I picked up the pace, lunging hard into Michelle, who groaned as she ate my wife and begged me between licks to give it to her harder. Denise's legs were draped over Michelle's shoulders as her friend ate her out and played with her giant melons. This gave me an idea. I reached around Michelle's body and clasped her quivering mounds of flesh as I continued to fuck her.

“I'm coming!” Denise screamed. “Oh God, yes! I'm coming!”

At that instant Michelle groaned and her love-tunnel clamped around my pole, alternatively squeezing and releasing it. This pushed me into climax mode. I started to pull out, but Michelle backed up onto my pulsing rod, making it difficult for me to withdraw.

“Shoot inside her!” my wife gasped.

How could I say no? I let out a long-delayed moan of fulfillment and ejected my semen in Michelle's waiting pussy.

Now I don't know if it was because of the intensely erotic situation or because of my amazing natural resiliency, but even after shooting in Michelle I was still semi-hard. Michelle remarked on this.

“I told you!” my wife replied coyly.

“I need a little help if you care to continue, ladies,” I smirked.

With that Michelle turned and began sucking on my cock, bringing it quickly back to full salute. Denise, not wanting to be left out of anything, helped her friend by licking my balls. But she soon tired of sharing my cock, and instead fastened her beautiful mouth on Michelle's fabulous tits. As I said, Denise can be insatiable, and I was finding out Michelle could be too. But right then I wanted to fuck my wife, so I turned her over on her back and slipped my dick in her pussy. Michelle, deprived of my cock, decided to sit on my wife's face.

“Oh God,” Denise panted, her voice muffled by Michelle's crotch. “I've wanted to do this for so long!”

I knew that licking another woman's pussy had long been a favorite fantasy of hers, and now she was doing it. Michelle was bouncing on Denise's face and cooing to herself. I was thrusting for all I was worth in my wife's cunt, and now I brought my mouth to Michelle's bouncing tits and teased her nipples with my tongue. Denise moaned and grunted as I fucked her and she ate Michelle's pussy.

Michelle began to shudder, on the verge of another orgasm, and Denise bucked up and down as she built toward her own climax. In another minute both women screamed almost simultaneously in the throes of mutual ecstasy. After my first climax it was taking me a while to build to another, so I was still ready for more fun. But first the girls needed to catch their breath.