Letters to Penthouse XIV (3 page)

On the drive to the hotel, I teased Brad by massaging his stiff cock through his pants. By the time we got to the hotel he was about to blow his wad. Once we were in the room, Brad went into the john to freshen up, and I unlocked the door to the adjoining room. Zach had not yet arrived, and I began to think that, despite what he had always said he wanted, the thought of me with another man was too much for him. Maybe I had called his bluff.

As soon as Brad came out of the bathroom we embraced and went into a long passionate kiss. He eagerly caressed my breasts and slowly began to unbutton my blouse the rest of the way. As I began to undress him in turn, I heard the door to the adjoining room creak open, and then I knew that Zach had shown up after all, and that my husband was now watching me seduce my lover. That fact alone made me become even wetter, and I moaned with anticipation. Soon I had all of Brad’s clothes off except for his briefs, and I asked him to kiss my breasts, positioning myself so that Zach would have a clear view of the action.

As Brad worked his way down my neck to my tits, I looked over at the door to the adjoining room. It was only open a crack, but I knew that my husband’s eye was close behind it. Looking directly at him, I smiled, looked over to him and mouthed the words, “Enjoy the show.”

Brad attempted to unhook my bra, but I stopped him, saying that I felt sexier with it on. Zach was a lingerie freak, and I knew that he would enjoy it more if I kept my lace bra and thong panties on throughout the evening.

Soon Brad was gently licking my navel and begging me to let him eat my pussy. Who was I to deny the man his pleasure? I slowly eased out of my tight jeans and allowed him to pull them off me. As I mentioned earlier, one of my best attributes is my ripe ass, which was accentuated by my pink thong panties. I climbed onto the bed and Brad got between my legs and began to suck my pussy lips through the silk garment. By then my cunt was sloppy-wet and my musky scent was heavy in the air. I had shaved my pussy that morning, as I knew that both Brad and my husband loved a very trim snatch.

Up to that point I had been making sure that Zach could see and hear everything that was going on, but once Brad began to eat my pussy I was oblivious to everything but my own pleasure. I have had my snatch eaten by several men in my life, but Brad was the hands-down winner when it came to getting me off that way. Pushing my panties to the side, my lover spread my outer lips apart with one hand, and with that same hand pulled back my clitoral hood, exposing my pink little clit to the ministrations of his mouth. After several minutes of nibbling, sucking and licking, he slipped a finger into my cunt and began to stroke my G-spot with a slow yet forceful pressure which soon had me wailing. I came and came, screaming as the force of my orgasm overwhelmed me in its own beautiful way.

Panting heavily, I pulled Brad up to me and began to stroke his long, hard cock. My other hand went down to my wet curt, and as I jacked off my lover I proceeded to caress myself to another orgasm.

After I came again I looked over at the door, which had drifted open a bit more, and I could tell that my husband was jacking himself off with vim and vigor. Obviously Zach was not disappointed with my activities on this wonderful night.

Soon I was licking my stud’s eight-inch tool while keeping an eye on Zach’s reaction to my cocksucking. This is one activity that I didn’t do very often, but tonight I wanted to make sure that I put on a wild show to prove to him that I was desirable to other men. Slowly I relaxed my jaw muscles, and little by little I took all of Brad’s manhood in my mouth. In order to heighten the experience for my lover, I began to massage his anus, then slowly inserted a finger in his butthole. After a few moments Brad shot his wad in my mouth, and I eagerly swallowed every bit of his come with delight and pleasure.

Soon Brad got up and went to the bathroom. I quickly jumped out of bed and went over to the slightly opened door and my lusting husband. The first words out of his mouth were, “You’re so hot! I want you now!” I told him he’d have to wait, because this was not his night. And with that I smiled and went back to the bed to await the return of my lover.

Once Brad rejoined me in bed I quickly got him aroused again, then pleaded with him to stick his dick in my wet cunt. Soon I was on my knees, facing my husband, as Brad pulled my thong to one side and slowly entered my cunt with his eager cock. Within seconds I was moaning and urging him to fuck me harder than he had ever fucked me before. As he rammed his cock into my hole I was able to watch Zach pounding his meat in unison. After several minutes of fucking me like a porn star, Brad announced he was going to come, and soon we both climaxed at the same time as he shot his hot jism into my squirming cunt.

I still wasn’t finished. Within minutes I got him hard again, and I began to gently suck and lick his cock and balls. After a while he moaned that he was going to come again, so I took his dick out of my mouth and finished the job by hand, letting him shoot his wad on my tits and body.

As we lay resting in each other’s arms I heard the door close softly, and I knew that Zach had finally had all he could stand for that night, even if I hadn’t.

Early the next morning, as I drove home, I wondered what kind of reception I would get from my husband. Upon my arrival, I found him still asleep in bed. So I removed my still wet panties and placed them over his face, then crawled into bed and snuggled up to him. He woke up instantly and fucked me more passionately than he had in months. Afterwards he swore that he would never take me for granted again—as long as I continued to prove to him how attractive I could be to another man!—
F.V., Lexington, Kentucky

THE TWO GIRLS WANTED HIM TO GET INTO SOMETHING COMFORTABLE, NAMELY THEM

About fifteen years ago I met a Cuban-American couple named José and Anita, with whom I became really good friends. After a few years I moved to another state and lost contact with them. Last November I moved back to Florida and found out that they had divorced a few years ago. I looked up Anita, and we went out partying together a few times, as friends. One weekend we were out at the county fair when we met up with a girlfriend of Anita’s named Roseanne. After a few hours of drinking beer and Jell-O shots, we decided to go to Anita’s house and carry on the party.

Anita was wearing a tight-fitting miniskirt and a silk blouse that showed off her perky little braless tits. Roseanne had on tight blue jeans and a white T-shirt you could almost see through. Both of them were about the same height, around five feet four, petite, dark-haired and brown-eyed. Anita was in her thirties and Roseanne about twenty-two.

When we got to Anita’s house the girls decided they wanted to change into something more comfortable. I said that they looked perfectly edible just the way they were, so why change? They just giggled and disappeared into the bedroom.

After about five minutes they called to me from the bedroom, asking me to come in and to help them out. When I walked in, Anita had removed her skirt. Her blouse barely covered her crotch and her pretty little ass. Roseanne was in just her T-shirt and panties.

I stopped just inside the door, looking at them and feeling my cock getting stiff. Anita came over to me and said she thought I had too much clothing on, and that maybe I should get more comfortable too. As she started undoing my pants Roseanne came over, and I started kissing her and rubbing her firm ass. I slipped my right hand inside the back of her panties and worked my way down to her sweet little pussy. Anita got my pants down and began giving me a blowjob, and my knees felt wobbly. We ended up on the floor, with Anita’s beautiful mouth around my cock and Roseanne’s crotch in my face. Roseanne’s pussy was sweet and small and nicely shaved. When she started coming in my mouth, Anita reached up to play with her tits. This made Roseanne come even harder.

After she regained some of her composure, they both got on their hands and knees, shaking their asses at me, and told me to take my pick. I chose Anita first, since I had known her longer and had often fantasized about her pretty little body. I crouched behind her and eased my cock into her soaking-wet pussy. Oh God, it felt so good! Roseanne crawled up under us and started licking my balls while I fucked Anita. Then Anita began licking Roseanne’s pussy. Thank god for mirrors, because I got to watch her eating that pretty little pussy while I fucked her.

After a while we changed positions, and Anita got to have a good tongue lashing while I got my cock into Roseanne’s tight little pussy. When I said I was going to come they both moved around and started licking and sucking on my cock. Anita didn’t like to swallow, but Roseanne did, and she deep-throated my cock while I came.

We all fell asleep on Anita’s bed, with me in the middle. The next morning I woke up with my cock in Roseanne’s mouth, and we started all over again.—
L.K., Tuscon, Arizona

HER LOVER’S FRIEND IS A MASSEUR, BUT SHE GETS RUBBED BY BOTH OF THEM

It was the first day of June, but it certainly was not going to be a typical day. Jason, my lover, had persuaded me to take part in a conditional threesome with his friend Stan, the masseur. The condition was that Stan’s participation would be limited to giving me a full-body massage, and complementing Jason’s efforts to bring me pleasure. Jason told me that Stan would not actually have sex with me, or even remove his clothes. I didn’t quite understand why Stan would agree to this, but Jason assured me that he was perfectly happy with the arrangement.

Jason and I began to undress in my bedroom as Stan set up his massage table in another part of the house. As we did so we kissed passionately, confirming our love for one another. Then we walked slowly down the hallway and into the room where Stan was waiting.

I was still wearing my panties. Stan never took his eyes off of me as I slowly slipped them down and off. There I stood, totally nude in front of two men for the first time in my life. I was almost as nervous as I was aroused. My emotions were mixed as Stan asked me to mount the table and lie down on my stomach.

Jason stood at a distance of about five feet while Stan’s hands roamed gently over my body. I began to feel uncomfortable, until Stan invited Jason to join us. Jason walked over to the side of the table and gently touched me. I raised my head immediately and looked into his eyes, recognizing the message of assurance he was sending.

So there I lay on the table, naked in the presence of two men, one fully clothed and one beautifully nude. Two sets of eyes were wandering over my body, and two sets of hands caressed me. Jason leaned over and gave me a kiss, which relaxed me, and I surrendered fully to the exploring hands. Stan placed his hands side by side on my body, palms down, then moved them smoothly upward. His fingers fanned out, molding to the contours of my body. Expertly he caressed my flesh, leaving a trail of heat wherever he went.

Jason was also generating heat, and his very touch was making me wet. As he trailed his fingertips down over my sensitive skin, I reached out for his throbbing erection. I held it tenderly, then stroked it lovingly. I love to give this man head. I am totally mesmerized by his engorged cock. I started feeding it into my mouth, wrapping my lips around the shaft, swirling my tongue against the underside. The taste of him made my body tingle. I felt him grow even harder as I took him deep, and then deeper, in my mouth. I grabbed his balls with one hand and began to squeeze them gently. His cock-head felt enormous in my throat as I hungrily engulfed it. In a matter of seconds my lips were rising and falling on his ruddy shaft. Shortly thereafter I came. I came just from the excitement of what I was doing to his beautiful cock, doing it under the eyes of another man who was playing with my body. I was satisfying one man and entertaining another. How absolutely exciting!

Stan’s hands were on my legs now. After I came he ran his hands slowly up my thighs to my ass cheeks and began to knead them as if he were kneading dough. He placed the heel of his hand between my buttocks and pushed, first in one direction, then the other. I purred noisily beneath his touch. I felt the excitement gathering between my legs again. The more Stan massaged my ass cheeks, the wider I spread my legs. As Jason watched, his hand slid seductively over my body in a warm caress. Jason felt between my legs and fondled my wet pussy, igniting my passion further, while Stan watched in turn.

Stan now asked me to turn onto my back. As I did I made eye contact with him, and a jolting surge of lust almost made me reach out and touch him. My tits were now on display to the worshiping eyes of two men. Jason began to caress my right tit as Stan started on the left. For a minute they continued, each of them massaging a breast and a swollen nipple. Then Jason took charge, caressing both of them reverently, then sucking each of them into his mouth. He then proceeded to take first one nipple, then the other between his lips, sucking gently. Instantly I came, kissing him wildly.

I lay there panting hard, sprawled on the table, seeing their eyes traveling down my tanned body. Stan put his hand on my leg and confidently moved it upward. He rubbed my inner thigh while Jason put his hand on my crotch. My clit was hard and throbbing like a second heartbeat. Jason parted my labia with his fingers and barely touched my trigger, and off I went into another moaning orgasm. Once I recovered, I spread my legs wider so he could take my pussy lips between his fingers, pulling them apart to expose my wet interior. As he fingered me I started shaking uncontrollably, feeling another climax inexorably approaching. I could see that Stan was startled by the intensity of my reaction. Each time Jason touched my hard clit, my hips would buck. Each time he played with my pussy, I would go crazy.

Stan was staring into the open folds of my pussy. As Jason paused and withdrew his hand, Stan’s fingers brushed against my soft inner thighs. I spread my legs wider, inviting him to explore further. His hand slid nearer to my crotch and touched my swollen cunt lips, but then moved away. Stan was an effective tease. He would periodically apply pressure to my pussy, then move elsewhere. This tantalizing form of massage left me aroused and eager for more.