Letters to Penthouse XXXVI (9 page)

I sucked in my breath and licked my lips. Elizabeth’s tits were mouth-watering, her nipples a beautiful shade of pink, and
also quite hard. “Go ahead,” she said, looking me right in the eye. “Take the pictures before I lose my nerve.” I clicked
off three quick shots of Elizabeth’s blushing face and hard nipples before she lowered her shirt and gave me a wide grin.
“I hope that happens to Henry,” she whispered, looking directly at the huge bulge in my pants. Then she stood and pulled down
her shorts, and after stepping out of them, she eased her panties over her hips. Turning her back to me, she bent over, and
the view of her ass was breathtaking. She looked over her shoulder at the camera and licked her full, red lips while I clicked
off another half-dozen shots.

“Will you pick up my panties so they won’t spoil the picture?” she asked in a voice so soft and sexy that it sent shivers
up and down my spine. They were dangling from one ankle and I squatted to pick them up. That position put my face so near
her bare ass that I could feel the heat radiating from it and could also smell the excitement from her pussy. I reached for
her panties with trembling hands, and when my fingers made contact with the warm, wet material, a jolt of lightning shot straight
to my cock. She lifted her foot so I could take the panties off.

I swallowed hard and stood up. My legs felt like rubber, my mouth was parched, and my dick was dancing in my shorts. I had
never been so turned on in my life. Elizabeth was hitting every one of my hot buttons, as if she knew what they were, which
made me wonder what Janet might have told her about our sex life. I started taking more pictures, not realizing that her panties
were still in my hand until she looked at them and grinned. Quickly, I dropped them onto the bed, and she laughed softly.
Then Janet appeared at the door without warning; I hadn’t even heard her come into the house.

“Finish up, you two,” she said. “Lunch is ready.” She didn’t seem the least bit bothered by the fact that Elizabeth was lying
on our bed, totally naked with her legs wide open. I began to wonder if something was up—something other than me, that is.
Since I had already taken plenty of shots, our session was over, so Elizabeth got dressed and joined Janet in the kitchen.
I followed a moment later, finding it difficult to eat my lunch after what had just transpired.

Taking pictures of the naked Elizabeth had made me hot and hard, so when she and my wife went shopping after lunch, I headed
straight for the bedroom. Lying down, I felt something strange under my pillow. I pulled it out and my jaw dropped. It was
Elizabeth’s panties, and there was a note pinned to the crotch.

“We will be gone for at least an hour. Have fun,” it read, with a lipstick kiss below her name. Excited, I did what I had
ached to do during the photo session. I pressed the damp cotton to my face, savoring the aroma of Elizabeth’s pussy while
my hand reached down and circled my very stiff cock. I took my time, pumping my shaft slowly while I relived the photo session
in my mind. Then, as my excitement increased, I wrapped Elizabeth’s moist panties around my dick. In my imagination, she was
watching me and egging me on as she played with her very wet cunt.

That brought me to one of the hottest climaxes of my life. I shot my load all over my stomach as I let out a huge roar, glad
that no one was in the house to hear. Then I got cleaned up and went to my darkroom to develop the two rolls of film I had
taken that day so they would be ready by the time the women returned.

Elizabeth called one night about two weeks later. Janet was in the shower, so I picked up the phone.

“Henry loved the pictures,” she said, and the sound of her soft, sexy voice gave me an instant erection.

“I knew he would. You are a beautiful woman,” I replied. I was wearing my pajamas and my dick got so hard that it stuck straight
out of the fly.

“I hope my little surprise didn’t shock you?” she said.

“Not at all,” I sputtered. “I loved it.”

“Well, you would love the panties I have on now.” A shiver shot up my spine and an image of Elizabeth flashed into my brain.
She was lying naked on the bed and fingering her wet pussy. My cock throbbed, and my balls felt like they were ready to explode.

“Do you have a hard-on?” she asked, her voice no more than a soft gasp. She sounded like a woman on the verge of orgasm, and
the realization sent jolts of excitement throughout my entire body.

“Yes,” I groaned loudly, my hand wrapped tightly around my stiff dick. I was sure that Elizabeth had her own hand between
her legs. Closing my eyes, I could see her fingers probing her slick, pink opening.

“Are you stroking it for me?” she asked. “I wanted you to do that while you took those pictures. I also wanted to come for
you.”

We were on the brink of coming together when the water in the shower suddenly stopped and my wife entered the living room
a moment later. She was only wearing a towel, and she smiled when she saw the phone in one of my hands and my hard-on in the
other, instantly guessing who was on the other end of the line.

I handed Janet the receiver and took a good look at her. Her towel stopped just above her beautiful ass cheeks, and that sight
was more temptation than a horny man could resist. I moved forward until my bare dick was pressed against her naked butt,
and she smiled at me while continuing to chat with her best friend. While my erection massaged Janet’s soft, hot ass, I imagined
Elizabeth lying naked on her bed while gently stroking her swollen clit. I had never wanted to fuck my wife so badly in my
whole life.

Janet opened her legs while she continued talking to Elizabeth. When my wife is turned on she can easily be as naughty as
her best friend. As soon as her legs were spread wide enough, I tilted down my dick and let it lie against the moist lips
of her cunt. Janet sucked in her breath, and when she let her towel fall my hands moved instantly to her big, soft breasts.
As I teased her nipples with my fingertips, I kissed and licked her neck, feeling the rubbery nubs harden at my touch. She
moaned loudly, and I was glad, because I wanted Elizabeth to know that her best friend was getting the benefit of the hard-on
that she had given me.

I didn’t know until after the call that Elizabeth was telling Janet how wet her pussy was, and how hot talking to me had gotten
her. The call only lasted a few minutes longer anyway, because Janet was getting pretty hot herself due to the fact that I
was fingering her wet pussy as they talked. It ended seconds later when the head of my dick parted my wife’s slick pussy lips
and quickly made its way inside. No longer able to talk, Janet hung up the phone and braced her hands on the arm of the sofa
in front of her.

Grabbing her by the hips, I fucked her like a jackhammer while she panted and begged for more. I gave it to her, ramming my
cock into her cunt over and over again. Our bodies slapped together, and that noise, joined with our moans and groans, echoed
off the walls of the living room. When Janet came, her pussy quivered around my shaft as she cried out her release. I joined
her a minute later with my own grunt of satisfaction as I filled her with my seed.

Elizabeth visits often, and she always manages to get me good and hot. Though we never talk about it, I’m certain that Janet
is aware of the teasing and flirting that goes on between her best friend and me. In fact, I think she encourages it because
she knows that it means a good fuck for her later on. I’m delighted with our little situation and hope it continues for some
time.

—Mr. J.A., New Mexico

Only a true friend can get away with giving a sex toy as a birthday gift, but, happily, Caroline is one of those friends.
While everyone oohed and aahed as I opened a gift certificate for a spa and a gorgeous new pair of dangly earrings, Caroline’s
carefully wrapped present sat on the side. I’d been instructed not to open it until after dessert. Fortunately, this was a
girls-only celebration at a trendy restaurant with a crowd that wouldn’t be shocked by whatever naughty treat awaited me.
Knowing Caroline, I was sure it would be something juicy.

When the time finally arrived, I played up the suspense, opening it very slowly, before unveiling my favorite gift of the
night—a bright pink dual-action Rabbit vibrator to stimulate my clit as well as my cunt. The pearls inside swirled around
when I turned it on, making everyone at the table laugh and making me blush. Caroline and I were close and had talked in detail
about any number of our sexual experiences, but we weren’t so close as to give each other vibrators—at least up until now.
She looked at me and winked, and I swear my face got even redder. There was something about the look on her face as she watched
me play with the new toy. It was a little more serious, a little more teasing than the tittering laughter around me.

As we all finished the last of our coffee and birthday cake, the guests dwindled down until only Caroline and I were left.
“Let me help you carry your stuff back,” she said. I accepted her offer and we set off, hauling the bags of goodies the few
blocks to my apartment. At the door, she followed me in, and I could feel every step she took as she walked extra close to
me. As I turned the lock, she took a step forward so she was pressed flush against me. It could have been an accident, but
I knew it wasn’t. “I’d like to help you try out your new toy, Sheila,” she said seductively, and suddenly, I couldn’t think
of anything I’d rather do.

She led me into my bedroom and carefully unwrapped the toy. She was clearly the boss for the night and that was fine by me;
I’d long admired her fun, take-charge manner and was sure her attitude would pay off in the bedroom. “Get undressed,” she
said gently, but I took it as a command, slowly removing each piece of clothing while she looked at me with new eyes, no longer
those of simply a friend, but of an aroused lover.

Caroline held the pink toy in her hand, fondling it suggestively as I stared back at her. Somehow, even though we’d never
done anything like this before, it felt natural. She walked toward me and, as she came closer, I felt myself blush as the
electricity crackled between us. She held the toy up in front of her and then turned it on, its buzzing and whirring sounding
very loud within the quiet of the room. Then she turned it off and, keeping it in her hand, leaned forward and kissed me.
Immediately, the touch of her lips sent shock waves throughout my body, giving me chills and making me want her to use the
vibrator on me—now. She kept kissing me, then worked her way down toward my nipples, sucking them until they were firm, hard
peaks. Then she started to use her teeth, nipping and biting, while her tongue licked my hardened points of pleasure. Finally,
she looked me up and down, and I felt warm all over under her gaze. She reached for the vibrator and held it in front of her
like a model, turning it on and running her hands up and down its length.

Unable to stand her teasing any longer, I lay back on the bed and spread my legs. She settled between them, placing the head
of the vibrator against my opening. That pressure alone was enough to make me shiver, and when she started to ease it inside
me, I had to grit my teeth and hold on to the sheets lest I embarrass myself by making too much noise. “That’s it, there you
go, sweetie,” she said soothingly as she worked it inside me, and then she gradually turned up the intensity so my entire
lower half felt as if it was vibrating along with the toy.

She went slowly, working it gently in and out of me rather than ramming it into me right away. I started to rock back and
forth, working in sync with her to bring myself to a powerful orgasm, climaxing around the humming toy in a heated rush of
passion. I looked up at Caroline, my face hot, and she looked back at me, her own face flushed with passion. She turned the
vibrator off and eased it out of me, then moved up to kiss me. Her tongue dove into my mouth, making long, languid turns against
mine that had my stomach somersaulting. I couldn’t believe that I’d never thought to hit on her before; this sensual side
of her felt amazing. I grabbed her head and brought her closer to me until our lips met, kissing her deeply. Then I began
nibbling on her ear, feeling her shiver on top of me. “May I be so bold as to ask for another birthday present?”

“It’s your night; you can have whatever you want.”

“Well, then, what I want is to use my gift on you,” I said with a smile.

She gazed at me, her deep brown eyes sparkling in agreement. She moved slowly. She was in no hurry, and neither was I. Easing
her onto her back, I slid the head of the toy along her wet lips, pausing to admire her beautiful cunt. I didn’t even turn
it on right away, happy to tease her as I worked it up and down, dipping it inside and then quickly removing it, until she
grabbed my hand and looked up at me with eyes that clearly begged for me. I liked being in control like this, deciding when
and how she’d get fucked.