Letters to Penthouse XXXVI (31 page)

—Mr. J.M., Georgia

My husband, Patrick, has to be the sweetest man in the whole world. Let me tell you about what he gave me for my thirtieth
birthday, and I’m sure you’ll see what I mean.

Patrick surprised me by whisking me off for a four-day weekend in Chicago. He had reserved a suite for us at a very fancy
hotel, and we had a great view of the city from our twenty-third-floor room. The room was spectacular, and it even had a jacuzzi
built for two. We spent our first afternoon frolicking in the warm water until our skin was all pruned, and then we moved
to the king-size bed for a steamy lovemaking session. After a quick nap, we dressed for dinner.

Directly across from the hotel was a swanky Italian restaurant. The staff was expecting us, and our waiter, Shawn, came over
and introduced himself. He was a devilishly good-looking hunk who I guessed to be about twenty-five. I was lost in his gorgeous
blue eyes after the first two seconds, and his sexy smile had me thinking about pressing his full lips against my panties.

Patrick grinned at me as I drooled over Shawn, and with a wink he told me not to trip over my tongue. I played innocent, claiming
I had no idea what he was talking about, until Patrick said that he liked what was going on. “I love it when other men think
you’re attractive, and it turns me on when you find someone else hot,” he said. “And if you lean over any farther, he’ll be
able to see all the way down your dress.”

“Like this?” I teased, leaning over so that the front of my dress fell open to reveal my ample cleavage.

“That’s a good start,” Patrick said, grinning at me wolfishly.

Patrick and I had more fun that night than we’ve had in years. I flirted shamelessly with Shawn, who did a pretty good job
of reciprocating. As we ate, Patrick put my hand on his crotch so I could feel his pulsing erection. I got so excited that
as soon as we finished dinner we hustled back to our hotel, leaving Shawn a very generous tip.

I thought Patrick was going to fuck me right there in the elevator on the way up to our room, and I wouldn’t have minded if
he had. As soon as we got through our door, Patrick had my panties around my knees and was licking me to a shattering orgasm,
commenting on the fact that Shawn had gotten me so wet and ready. And I was more than ready by the time Patrick shoved his
cock deep into my pussy and fucked me to yet another orgasm before he filled my cunt with his sticky seed.

I took a quick shower after, and when I emerged, Patrick gave me a present of a beautiful silk baby-doll nightie with a matching
robe. He told me to try it on, and then we could enjoy the coffee and dessert he had ordered. I slipped into my new gifts,
feeling lightheaded and sexy.

Soon there was a knock at the door, and I got the shock of my life when I saw that the tray of goodies was being pushed by
none other than Shawn! He looked me up and down and swallowed hard. Struggling to regain his composure, he asked if I would
care for some dessert. I stammered that I would, but I could barely catch my breath, the room was so thick with sexual tension.
What had Patrick planned for me? I started to giggle nervously, and soon Patrick and Shawn were laughing with me, our discomfort
melting away.

Patrick invited Shawn to stay, and the three of us nibbled on the tasty desserts. I not-so-innocently kept letting my robe
slip off one shoulder, getting a delicious thrill from exposing myself to this virtual stranger. And when Shawn went to use
the bathroom, Patrick kissed me and told me to enjoy the rest of my birthday present, then went into the other room.

Shawn returned to find me alone, and he took this as his cue. He took my hand and led me to the couch. He kissed my lips gently,
his eager tongue gradually insinuating itself into my mouth. His hands found their way into the front of my nightie, and soon
he was massaging my nipples, working me into an incredible frenzy. I clutched Shawn’s shoulders and moaned, arching my breasts
toward his face. He knew what I wanted, and he began tonguing and sucking my pebble-hard nipples. With my head swirling with
delight, I could make out Patrick’s form in the doorway, naked and stroking a mighty erection.

Shawn slipped my robe off, and began to rub my pussy through my very damp panties. I managed to unbutton his shirt and run
my hands over his muscular chest as his fingers worked their way under the elastic of my panties. I ground my cunt against
Shawn’s probing fingers, licking my way down his chest until I came face-to-face with his enormous cock. It was so large,
I wondered if I could get my mouth around it.

Shawn’s large fingers were now stroking in and out of my sopping pussy, his thumb massaging my clitoris in maddeningly slow
circles. Groaning in anticipation, I lowered my mouth to Shawn’s shaft, opening as wide as I could. I managed to get about
half of his meaty staff into my mouth, then began sucking with a fury, sliding my lips up to suck his fleshy knob before taking
him back inside.

Shawn moaned that he couldn’t wait any longer, and with that he scooped me up and carried me to the bed. He lay me facedown
and spread my legs wide, then moved down between them. His warm breath teased my pussy and asshole until I wanted to scream,
and then his super-smooth tongue was on me, probing my every fold and crevice. I was gasping through a mind-blowing climax
when I felt something nudging at my lips.

It turned out to be Patrick’s hard cock, and I opened my mouth wide and told him to fuck my face because I wanted to taste
his come. As he slid into me and my lips closed around him, Shawn’s cock began prodding at the entrance to my slick cunt.
I raised my hips to accommodate him and then, with one quick thrust, he was inside me. Shawn began banging away at me as I
struggled to keep my grip on my husband’s cock. I was being fucked from both ends, and I loved it!

Shawn reached around to finger my clitoris, and this spurred me on to suck Patrick like I had never sucked him before. In
seconds he was coming, filling my mouth with his creamy semen. He flopped back on the bed to watch as Shawn fucked me like
a madman and pulled out in time to shoot his copious load all over my ass. Then, to top things off, both men dove into my
well-fucked pussy with their tongues, licking me to perhaps my most incredible orgasm ever.

Well, I think now you can all understand what I mean when I say Patrick is the sweetest man in the world. Not only did he
give me that amazing night, but he gave me a treasure chest of memories that we relive again and again.

—Ms. A.L., Illinois

I was recently discharged from the service, and all during my tour, I fantasized about somehow getting into a three-some on
the night of my birthday. This sex dream carried me through the long nights at camp.

There were two young women from my town whom I had bedded in the days before I shipped out—Sherri, who worked with me once
at a printing plant, and Lynn, who worked in the local video store. I was still on good terms with both of them and believed
they both might be open-minded enough to at least consider a threesome. Each had a good sense of humor, which might come in
handy in case it didn’t work out. They were both in their late twenties, but the only other thing they had in common was that
they had both made love to me in the past.

I remember how excited Sherri had gotten when we engaged in a 69. I also recalled how uncontrollable Lynn had become during
oral sex. I sensed that getting them highly aroused would help in making them open to the idea. In retrospect, it would have
been much easier, and certainly more honest, to have asked both of them if they’d enjoy trying a threesome, but instead I
was obsessed with the notion of a threesome evolving spontaneously.

Sherri had always given me the impression that she was a bit on the wild side. She often told me of her trips to Mexico where
she attended parties that were more like orgies, without ever going into too much detail. I didn’t know Lynn as well, but
she definitely had enjoyed sex with me in the past and there was no reason to think she wouldn’t be interested in a repeat
performance.

On my birthday night, I invited Sherri over for a light dinner, which I had delivered from a local restaurant. I learned a
lot of things in the Navy, but cooking wasn’t one of them. Since I’m far from being even a decent cook, I didn’t want to take
a chance on blowing a great night with a bad meal.

After dinner, I lit some candles, plugged an X-rated video into the VCR, and in a short while was getting very close to Sherri.
I made sure the tape had a good three-some scene to help set the mood, and I deliberately kept the volume at a high level.

Sherri was wearing a black miniskirt over a tight black bodysuit and high heels. She was definitely horny, I remember thinking,
as I pulled her closer to me on the couch when the threesome scene came on. When she reached over to massage my chest, I undid
her back zipper and peeled her out of her sleek outfit.

Sherri responded by unzipping me and almost immediately went down on my cock. I maneuvered into a 69 position but soon pulled
her off my member, saying I preferred to pleasure her for the moment. When I made a joke that I wanted to play follow-the-video
but we were, unfortunately, one person short, she giggled.

It was clear that Sherri was enjoying my expert tongue probing, but I knew Lynn would be arriving soon. To help make sure
Lynn knew what I had in mind for my birthday celebration, I requested she bring over something “extra dirty” from the video
store as well. I then asked Sherri to move to the bedroom “where we would be more comfortable.” I was definitely having an
effect on her; she was on her way toward orgasm, exactly where I wanted her to be.

When Lynn rang the doorbell, I pretended not to know who it might be. When I went to answer it, I left a vibrator on the bed
to keep Sherri busy.

How to handle Lynn? This was getting to be like a movie—a very suspenseful X-rated movie with me in the middle. I was halfway
there. Sherri was in the sack, primed and ready for almost anything, I hoped. Now just to get Lynn going.

Fortunately, Lynn was in a great mood. She kissed me when she entered and I took advantage and got right down to business.
I tongued her deeply before kissing her neck lavishly. If Lynn was at first a bit surprised by my forwardness, she soon whispered
that it was what she wanted. If this surprised her, wait until she saw Sherri!

While I undid Lynn’s bra, I could hear the video playing in the bedroom. Hopefully, Sherri was playing with the vibrator,
too. So far everything was going according to plan. It would have been an understatement to say I was a little nervous. At
least I didn’t waste any time. In between generous helpings of French kisses, I undid Lynn’s shirt and slid off her jeans.
That done, I set my tongue to work on her pussy. Lynn was leaning against the same couch I had been on with Sherri—the seat
was still warm. Lynn’s eyes were closed and there was an expression of sheer contentment on her face. All I had to do now
was get the two of them in the same bed.

I told Lynn I wanted to move to the bedroom. By this point she would have followed me anywhere, but before she could enter,
I told her that I had a surprise for her and asked her to wait on the couch—while I visited Sherri one more time to make sure
she was still primed.

Sherri was definitely still hot. She was playing with the vibrator but was waiting for me to get her off. I rubbed her pussy
and then asked her to close her eyes because I would be back with a “surprise.” Out in the living room, I told the same to
Lynn and then brought her in to the bedroom. My presents to myself stared at each other for one frozen minute, during which
I thought I must have made one terrible mistake. But then Sherri burst out laughing, saying that they should both give me
what I deserved—a sound birthday spanking. This delighted and mortified me as I lay down in the center of the bed. Sherri
was on my right and Lynn was on my left.