Letters to Penthouse XXXVI (22 page)

—Mr. P.A., Wyoming

I tell you, even on
his
birthday John buys me gifts. This glitzy western shirt was for tonight. Soft sweaters are more my style, but it was John’s
birthday, and if he wanted me in tight jeans and high-heeled boots, then that’s what I was wearing. I tucked it in and he
asked if I was ready.

“For what?” I asked. He loved to be teased, but tonight the tables were turned and he was doing the teasing. He grinned and
I pushed my chair away from the mirror and switched out the lights. He escorted me to his car and drove us to Adam’s Rib for
barbecue.

John cajoled me into undoing the top button of my shirt after a young waiter had dropped a tray of drinks ogling me. John’s
eyes gleamed with excitement. It was all part of his game. I smiled and walked my fingertips up the buttons, then flicked
the top one open. The one below it popped apart, too, from the weight of my breasts. Not surprisingly, our water glasses were
filled frequently from then on. A bottle of wine accompanied our steaks, and afterward John pinned me playfully against the
side of the car, got me all hot, then let me slip into the passenger seat.

We drove to the outskirts of town, and I began to think about what John might want for his present—once we got home. My pussy
tingled. I’m a smidgen taller than most guys, but, oh, John sure does know how to handle a big gal. Colored lights spun at
our next destination. John took me very possessively by the arm as we walked into the bar. A country group was playing and
the lead singer winked at me as I wiggled my bottom into an empty chair.

We had a great view of the stage. There were a lot more guys than girls in the crowd, so I got lots of looks. John ordered
drinks for us as the band went on break. Two guys began to clear the stage. I wondered what they were doing, and John said,
“It’s for the girls; you’ll see.”

Three cowboys at an adjacent table grinned at me. I ran my finger down my tall cooler glass. Rivulets of moisture accumulated
on my fingertip. I raised it to my lips and caught the cool water droplet with my tongue and felt my nipples harden.

The lights dimmed. Spotlights illuminated center stage. Four girls pranced into view, then slithered down among the audience.
A petite, well-endowed blonde made her way toward John. I glared, but he pushed a ten-dollar bill into her waistband.

As the girls returned to the stage, they had their outfits full of dollar bills. As the show started, I leaned toward John
and whispered that I could do even better. That was the evening’s turn. The first act cleared out. The announcer grabbed the
microphone, and my attention picked up as he called for female volunteers from the audience to participate in a wrestling
match. John had a big grin on his face. I realized this was my chance to give him a memorable birthday present.

I didn’t think anyone had heard my boast, but the guys at the next table began pointing at me and chanting, “Here’s a volunteer!”
I slumped in my chair, having second thoughts, but the rest of the audience picked up the chant. John then pushed me toward
the stage. What could I do?

“How about a hand for the brave lady?” the announcer asked as I mounted the stage. The crowd complied and I started feeling
good about my decision. Only one other girl was onstage, the little blonde who had come on to John. “This should be a piece
of cake,” I thought, eyeing her small frame.

The announcer explained the rules. We were no sooner in the tiny pool than the girl hooked my legs from under me. I slipped,
bounced on my bottom, and the next thing I knew, I was pulled out into the middle of the oily wrestling ring. My jeans and
shirt were soaked. It was slicker than ice. I rolled to my stomach, my hands clutching for anything. My breasts slid along
the oily plastic floor, turning my shirt transparent and sticking it to my jiggling tits. A moment later the petite blonde
was on top of me.

I couldn’t believe her strength and dexterity. Several more buttons popped open, displaying my sizable chest as she rolled
me on my back. I tried to push her off, to no avail, but seconds later the announcer rang the silly bell, ending the round.

I was so winded I didn’t hear the bell for round two. No sooner was I back in my corner when my bottom hit the floor again
and my tits bounced right out of my bra. My shirt was open to the waist. I scrambled to my knees. The battling blonde and
I wrapped our arms around each other and fell to the floor. I huffed and puffed as she sat on my stomach.

Refusing to give up, I launched a new effort to free myself. The blonde caught my wrists, crossed them over each other and
stretched them above my head. I felt the confining pressure on my breasts. My eyes rolled up. I arched my back to get more
of it. My knees smacked together, squeezing my pussy. Electricity flickered through my body. I was on the brink of coming
when she slid over my face and off my quivering breasts. The damned bell again!

I was dying to come, but the orgasm escaped me. I was determined not to end up on the bottom again. I attacked, and this time
I landed on top. I wanted payback. But as I slid forward she spilled me expertly, and fifteen seconds later I was doing all
I could to avoid being rolled onto my back. I failed, and the blonde smiled as she slid up and squeezed my breasts between
her thighs. Orgasmic shock hit my pussy.

She knew what she was doing and rocked back and forth, massaging my sensitive breasts with her tight curves. Orgasm swept
over me. No doubt the crowd thought I was putting up a valiant struggle, trying to un-seat my little opponent. In fact, I
was coming nearly out of my skin!

My body shuddered as the bell rang, ending the match. My orgasm had been so powerful my knees felt like rubber as I went back
to the showers. The little blonde was gone. I stripped off my oily clothes, turned on the shower, and lathered up, even my
hair. When I opened my eyes, there was John, stark naked in front of me, offering to get a spot I’d missed. I moaned as he
soaped my back.

He told me to get on my knees and I did, facing his stomach. He slipped his rigid member between my big breasts, and I wrapped
their warm fullness around him. He slid his cock back and forth, my nipples growing hard as he slowly fucked my tits.

His hand wrapped in my wet hair and the tip of his cock touched my lips. I teased the tip with my tongue. It grew larger,
filling my mouth. He caressed my head as he pulled me forward. My tongue scrambled for cover, but his cock slid back and down,
filling my throat with his hardness. I wrapped my arms around his ass and swallowed him entirely.

John moved again, stretching me out on the wet and steaming floor. The water pounded our bodies. He hooked my wrists together
and stretched them above my head, locking my tits between his thighs as he sat on me. I humped my chest in anticipation, lifting
my head to get his cock in my mouth. His thighs massaged my breasts and the jolt struck my pussy, spreading up and out through
my body. I crested the first orgasm and began to feel the second. My tongue caressed his cock as it slid home. I arched, but
he rode me like a very experienced cowboy.

I started to thank him, but John was at my pussy. I cried out, my voice echoing as he entered me. My pussy felt like soft
butter as he hammered into me. The water got cooler and I surrendered to the roller-coaster ride. I wrapped my legs around
his back. His hands found my breasts and squeezed, sending me into yet another orgasm. John came, too, flooding my depths
with his come.

When I regained my senses, I started to apologize for my wild reaction to the girl onstage, but John grinned and told me I
looked beautiful. Then I realized I had been set up. “John,” I said, before I engulfed his cock, “you always give the wildest
fucking birthday parties!”

—Ms. N.V., Texas

Recently my wife, Karen, asked me what special thing I’d like for my birthday, which was the following day. Her only limitation
was that it had to be sexual in nature. Karen is a knockout, a long-legged brunette who can make your cock hard just by being
in the same room with her. I took some time to reply, then smiled cryptically and told her I’d let her know that night. All
she had to do was be prepared to deliver. She said thinking about pleasing me really turned her on, especially the part about
not knowing what to expect.

I’d already decided that for my birthday present I wanted to please her. Karen’s favorite fantasy, which she delights to describe
while we are making love, is to allow a complete stranger to make love to her with me in the room. I kept telling her that
someday I’d love to see it happen. Well, for my birthday, I decided I wanted to fulfill that fantasy.

She’s picky about men, but I thought I knew what she’d want between her legs. I had formed a nice casual friendship with Bret,
who was the obvious choice. A delivery driver for one of those express parcel services, he makes daily stops at my office.
He’s about my age, unmarried, charming, and well built. When he made his routine stop I took him aside and explained my project.

He was suitably confused until the penny dropped, and the expression that crossed his clean-shaven face was priceless. I explained
in vivid detail, but I’m sure he was half certain I was pulling his leg. His big concern was that Karen might not be as enthusiastic,
but I set his mind at rest by describing her fantasy and showing him some of the special photos I keep hidden in my wallet.

I said I’d pick him up after work, phoned Karen, and told her I had to stop off and pick up something. She was to meet me
in bed, with the lights in the house off except for the candle by the bed. I told her what I wanted for my birthday was for
her to come until she begged for mercy. She said she was wet already, and I went off to pick up Bret.

On the way he asked all about Karen. Did she have any taboos? What really got her off? My answers were honest, and we were
both sporting erections by the time we arrived. I told Bret to strip downstairs and follow me up for the ride of his life.
Sure enough, I could smell Karen’s bath oil and perfume and see the golden candlelight flickering on the walls. I quietly
disrobed and then entered the bedroom.

There was a sweet sigh from my naked wife as she wrapped her arms around me and opened for my kiss. We worked ourselves into
a sexual lather with that kiss and a myriad of touches in all our special places. She took hold of my rigid cock, and I worked
my finger into her oozing pussy. Her clit was hard and swollen and eager. I told her I had a special request for my birthday,
and she groaned acknowledgment. She pulled my face against her sex, raising her hips to me. I brought her dangerously close
to climax, knowing Bret was watching from the doorway. As she was about to come, I slid from between her wide-spread legs,
moved to one side, and Bret entered the room as I told her I had a present for her on my birthday. She lay still, eyes closed,
saying, “Just make me come, please.”

“Welcome to your favorite fantasy,” I said, and her eyes flew wide open as Bret began nibbling her swollen pussy lips and
nuzzling her clit. I could nearly feel her pleasure soar as my cock stiffened. She was coming already. I cupped her firm,
beautiful breasts as I kissed her, and her whole body shook. I looked down to watch Bret’s progress as she closed her thighs
around her mystery lover’s face, holding him captive at her seething core. She cried out loudly, head tossing uncontrollably
as she came.

Karen slowly raised her head to look at the man eating her pussy. I then whispered his name, and she smiled lewdly as he looked
up from his feast. I told her I was going to watch the two of them make love. She moaned that she loved me and fell back on
the pillow. Bret was back at work on her clit, and her legs suddenly went straight up in the air. He had clutched her slim
ankles and draped her thighs over his shoulders as he redoubled his oral assault, shocking her into a second orgasm before
the first had faded. I pulled up a chair and stroked my cock while I fondled her breasts.