Letters to Penthouse XI (2 page)

Then there was Lamont. After I returned from the convention, Keith was encouraging me to explore some more, so I asked Donna for more information about Lamont. It seems he preferred white women and had found me very attractive.

Donna said he was hung like a horse. She had that sly look in her eyes, so I asked her how she knew. My dear friend, it seems, had been a little naughtier than I first thought. She had slept with Lamont also.

Keith really enjoyed the stories about my meetings with Stan. Now he wanted to make love to me right after I had been with someone else, just as Donna's husband had with her. I thought this would be a good time to see if I could get Bruce or Lamont in the sack.

The next day Donna informed me that everything was set up, and all I had to do was give Lamont a call. So I did. We made plans to meet for drinks near his place. We ended up back at his place and in bed in record time. Lamont turned out to be great in the sack, and Donna's description of his cock was not an exaggeration.

I sucked him as best I could, but his cock was almost too big to get into my mouth. The dark color of his skin and the dark purple head of his big dick were immense turn-ons. As I lay back against the pillows with my legs spread wide to let him enter me, his cock just seemed to keep sliding into me forever. I wondered about being able to fit his whole cock inside me, but I soon felt his big testicles press against my bottom.

He stretched me out like no man had before. I watched with amazement as his shiny black penis slipped in and out of my pussy. Lamont fucked the hell out of me and brought me to an orgasm that felt like an earthquake had hit.

We made plans to meet again as I got dressed. On my way home my pussy was so wet and hot that I almost brought myself to climax at a stoplight!

Keith was waiting for me as I walked through the door. Just as I had promised him, I hadn't cleaned up at all. My lipstick was smeared, and my tight jeans were showing a big wet spot between my legs. He almost tore the clothes off me as we kissed and groped each other. He knelt in front of me and pulled my pants down, then my soaked panties. He buried his face in my sticky bush as he laid me down on the bed. After he licked me to orgasm, he positioned himself so he could enter me.

With my pussy all wet and stretched out from Lamont's big cock, my husband slipped his dick in easily. He moaned about how slick and hot I felt, and he came very quickly, adding his load to Lamont's.

I saw Lamont several times in the next few months, but he was not very interesting aside from his large equipment. I still see Stan fairly often, and eventually linked up with Bruce a couple of times. I also had two one-night stands with old boyfriends at a recent class reunion. Each of those times Keith waited in the car outside our motel room and then joined me for seconds after they had left.

Then something happened that changed this whole cozy arrangement. Keith had had a vasectomy a few years after our second child was born. And while sleeping with my new lovers, I had been a little careless about birth control. And Keith always enjoyed the feeling of slipping his cock into my pussy after I had let them come inside me. Well, you guessed it. I got pregnant. Keith was very understanding, and he says he loves me more than ever. Amazingly, our relationship is even better than before. We fuck like crazy all the time. Keith is such a great guy! And I know that when he reads this he'll need me for release.—
H.G., Portland, Oregon

A MAN BETS HIS WIFE THAT HIS FRIENDS WILL FUCK HER, AND GUESS WHAT? THEY DO!

I recently made a wager with my wife Sharon, to whom I have been married for eleven years. My contention was that any of my male friends would fuck her if she gave them a chance. She couldn't believe that my friends would do that. But I told her that a hard dick has no conscience.

The bet was that if the guys went along with it when she made herself available, then she had to fuck or suck them without telling them I knew about it. If I lost, and my friends turned her down because of our friendship, then I would cook dinner every night for a week.

The first test came the night of our company Christmas party. Most of my friends were there with their wives. I told Sharon that I would pretend to be sick and go home early. Then she could ask one of the guys to take her home later.

We decided on Frank, whose wife happened to be visiting her family that week. Frank had been a friend of mine for about four years. He often boasted about how he would never cheat on his wife. He talked about how he loved her and how she always satisfied him at home, so he did not need or want any other woman.

Sharon told me later that after I left the party she started dancing with several of my friends, who seemed concerned about her getting home safely. Frank appeared to be particularly interested in talking to her, and when she agreed to let him take her home he seemed eager to leave the party. She said he was a little tipsy, and started talking about sex before they got into the car.

He told her how his wife was gone a lot and did not have an interest in sex anymore. He said he wished he could find a married woman who did not want any commitments to have sex with on occasion. With that he leaned across to kiss her, and his hands immediately went to her tits, squeezing and massaging them eagerly.

Sharon said it felt strange letting another man fondle her tits, but admitted that the unfamiliar touch was exciting. She allowed him to open her shirt and pull her bra down to play with her naked breasts. She couldn't believe she was sitting there in a car with this friend of mine while he openly fondled her bare tits. He began to suck them as he placed her hand on his cock. She stroked it through his pants until he pulled his zipper down and took his dick out.

Then she started jacking him off in the car. He told her he wanted to take her somewhere to finish what they had started. When he started the car, he guided her head down to his lap. She admitted that it was kind of exciting, giving him head while he drove. She felt like a teenager again.

His cock was about the same size as mine, according to Sharon, but it felt different. Frank drove to a deserted spot and they got out, leaning against the side of the car. He pulled her shirt and bra away from her body, leaving her standing there naked to the waist.

Sharon said he was like a teenager, the way he grabbed her tits and played with them, his hands meanwhile pulling off her skirt and panties. Then he sat her on the hood of his car, spread her legs and put his mouth on her crotch.

Evidently Frank was quite skillful at licking pussy. He brought her to climax several times, until she was really anxious to have his cock inside her. He finally slid his prick slowly into her pussy. She said it felt different, having another man's cock in her, but it was exciting too. She really loved the feeling of being such a slut.

Frank did not last very long before he shot his load inside her. Afterwards he apologized to her and asked if she was going to say anything to me about what they had done. She assured him she would not, and they left.

I was so excited when she got home that I licked her pussy clean. I could taste his come on her pubic hair and inside the lips of her pussy. Then I fucked her with a lustful passion that I had not felt for quite a while.

Since it turned us both on to have her fuck one of my friends, we decided to try it a second time, with someone else.

Max is a friend of mine, but he is a real jerk sometimes. We planned something special for him. He is single, which made it easier to set him up. We saw him one night at a bar after work. Several of my friends were there, so we waited until after they had left. Then Sharon started dancing with Max and rubbing up against him. I could see him surreptitiously rubbing her ass. When he thought I wasn't watching, he got bolder and slid his hands up her thighs under her skirt.

He was hard when they finished the dance, but Sharon just walked off, making him walk back to the table unescorted and sporting a hard-on. She loved teasing him, and I was almost unable to keep a straight face. Of course Max tried to play it cool so I wouldn't know what he was doing. The last thing he wanted me to know was that he wanted to fuck my wife. But he wasn't too good at keeping that secret; every time she got up he would stare at her ass.

When she went to the bathroom he followed after a few minutes. When she came back, Sharon told me he had tried to kiss her in the hallway leading to the bathrooms. He had eagerly rubbed her ass, and tried to feel her tits as well. Then we decided to act on our plan.

About thirty minutes later Sharon announced she was going to the bathroom again. A minute later Max said he was going to get another drink. But I knew where he was really going. The plan was working so far.

Sharon came back after a while, laughing and saying we had better get out of there, so we did. On the way home she told me what had happened.

Max had caught her in the hallway again. This time she kissed him back, and allowed him to put his hands under her shirt to feel her breasts. She could feel his hard cock through his pants. Then she told him to let her know when the men's room was empty, so she could go into one of the stalls with him and suck his cock.

Max went for it like the fool he was. As soon as the men's room was empty he pulled her in and they went into a stall together. He immediately started taking off her shirt. She let him unbutton it and pull her bra off.

He started kissing and sucking her nipples wildly. Then he pulled her skirt up and took her panties off. There stood my wife, in a toilet stall, in front of my friend, with her naked tits exposed and her skirt pulled up over her hips as he felt her pussy.

Sharon told him to step out of his pants and underwear. As he did, she folded them neatly and placed them on the floor by the door.

Then she started stroking his cock, which was quite large. She could hear other men coming in to use the urinals, but they didn't seem to be aware of anything unusual going on.

Now she slowly started sucking Max's cock. His hands rested on the back of her head as he slowly fucked her face. She stroked and rubbed his hairy balls. She didn't want him to come yet, so she pulled his cock out of her mouth and told him to turn around so she could lick his ass. He smiled as he turned.

Then she started telling him how she was going to stick her tongue up his ass, and how after that she wanted him to lean her against the wall and fuck her from behind hard and fast, until he shot his load inside her pussy. All the time she was talking she was quickly buttoning her shirt, pulling down her skirt and gathering up his clothes from the floor. Then she reached around and gave his cock one last hard squeeze.

She put her hands on his ass and told him to lean forward and not to move. When he agreed, anticipating her tongue in his ass, she quickly opened the door and walked out of the stall. She told me she was embarrassed when several men looked at her as she walked out of the bathroom with Max's pants and underwear in her arms. But she just brought it over and laid it down on our table, and we quickly made our escape, laughing as we walked out of the bar.

It gave me a kick to imagine Max standing in the stall in just his shirt, and wondering how he was going to get out of there. It also turned me on when Sharon told me about him feeling and grabbing her tits and pussy. I loved the thought of my friends seeing my wife naked. I only wished she could have fucked him as well.

To this day, Max has never said anything to me about that night. I guess he thinks I don't know how he tried to fuck my wife, and what she did to him. Actually neither Frank nor Max has said anything to me about what they did with Sharon. But I love knowing that they have seen my wife naked, and that Frank at least has fucked her. They try to act like they would never do anything like that to a friend, and I'm sure they think the joke is on me. But they don't know how much it turns me on.—
L.G., St. Joseph, Missouri

AN UNDERSTANDING HUSBAND LETS HIS WIFE HAVE FUN WITH A HIGH SCHOOL FLAME

My wife Rhonda and I are in our fifties and have been married for about thirty-three years. We met in college and married shortly afterwards. We live in Nevada, but her family still lives in Idaho.

We don't really visit her family often. We were there for Christmas, and before that for Rhonda's fortieth high school reunion. It was then that I found out about Gary, her old high school sweetheart.

They had evidently dated during their last two years in high school, and then gone their own way. It seemed Rhonda wanted to go to college, and her family could afford to send her; while Gary really didn't want to go, and his family couldn't afford it anyway. Rhonda had not seen nor talked to him in almost thirty-seven years.

They met again at the reunion, and she introduced me to him. He was really a nice guy, and we all laughed at their memories of some of the juvenile things they had done together. When Rhonda went to the bathroom Gary asked me if I would mind if he asked her to dance. I told him that was fine with me. I didn't feel threatened or anything. Rhonda had never mentioned him, and I thought that she surely would have said something about him over our thirty-three years of marriage if she was still interested in him.

Upon her return he asked her to dance, and she looked at me for approval. I just smiled and agreed. Her eyes lit up, and for a second I wondered whether she was really over him after all.

I love Rhonda a lot and I want her to be happy, so it made me feel good when I saw her eyes sparkle that way. As we said our good-byes Gary gave us his address and phone number, and asked us to visit him the next time we came to Idaho. We assured him we would, and departed.

I asked Rhonda about Gary when we were alone. She told me that she did love him once, and always thought she would marry him. She said that over the two years they dated he was always trying to have sex with her. She told him that she wanted to, but she thought they should wait. She would let him touch her breasts, but that was as far as they ever went.

As Rhonda talked about him I noticed how she smiled and looked really happy. At the same time, I thought she was trying to conceal her feelings for him. I knew she loved me, but I think she wondered what her life would have been like if she had married him.