Letters to Penthouse XIV (13 page)

Soon after I got the position, we were sharing our first assignment together. Colin had agreed to take pictures of a lady for her husband, who would be present at the session. After taking a couple of test shots, he asked the model—a pretty, well-built woman in her thirties named Petra—to put on lingerie. He then suggested that since the lighting in the studio was so soft, that her husband, himself and I strip to our briefs to make her comfortable. We all did.

The pictures Colin was taking got more and more provocative. He went up to Petra, reached around her back and unclasped her bra. Her nipples were hard, but he said that they weren’t hard enough, so he asked her husband to suck one while he sucked the other. She started moaning and was obviously very aroused. I was snapping away, and he had a videotape camera running on a tripod. He removed her panties and, after some more shots, invited her husband to fuck her, which he did in the missionary position. The husband had a thin, five-inch cock. Colin took off his briefs and asked that I take mine off as well. Colin’s penis was a little bit longer than mine but also a little bit thinner. The husband came quickly and Colin asked Petra and her husband if they wanted the two of us to fuck her. The wife said yes and the husband said yes, but only if he could suck us also. Colin said that was fine with him if it was fine with me. And it was.

They each sucked us and kept switching back and forth between us. Petra then said she wanted us to fuck her. Colin went first. Petra sucked my cock while Colin bent her over and fucked her doggie-style. Petra’s husband was alternately licking my balls and Colin’s balls and asshole. With the stimulation he was getting from both sides, Colin came quickly. The wife said since my cock was so thick, she wanted to be on top so she could control how deep I penetrated her. She rode me hard and when I got ready to blow my load, I flipped her over and drilled her till I came. Her husband then sucked both Colin’s and my sperm out her cunt. All in all, it was a wonderful two hours.

At the time I was dating a freshman girl. I wanted to make love to her, but she wasn’t ready. Considering everything we did together at work, of course I confided this in Colin. One night when I got to work he said I looked like I had blue balls again, and I admitted that Joanne left me high and dry. He seemed genuinely concerned about my lack of a love life and said he would teach me how to seduce a woman, but only if I would role-play the female part.

He slowly undressed himself and then turned his attentions to me, stripping me down, whispering in my ear and nibbling and nuzzling everywhere on my body. I was so incredibly excited that I opened myself to him completely. A hot bout of 69 ended with him blasting his come down my throat just before I came in his mouth.

Colin’s lesson worked like a charm. I made it with Joanne on the next date, and we became more and more sophisticated lovers. I shouldn’t have been too surprised, though, because Colin had on several occasions proved himself to be quite the experienced libertine. His own girlfriend was a married woman whose husband was rich, important and socially connected. The husband knew about Colin and his wife and sometimes participated in their trysts. But Colin was free a lot of the time.

As Joanne hung around the studio more and more, she and Colin got better acquainted. I could tell he wanted her (she’s a five-foot-ten blonde with a 35-24-34 figure). One Sunday afternoon after Colin had opened up his swimming pool, he suggested that the three of us go for a swim. Joanne didn’t have a bathing suit, so Colin suggested that we all swim in our underwear. He told Joanne he knew that she wasn’t wearing a bra, but it was okay because he saw breasts all the time at work. She looked at me and I nodded approvingly. I said I had to run upstairs and get some briefs since I wasn’t wearing any. Colin said not to worry about it since Joanne and he had both seen me naked.

We started swimming with me nude, Joanne in her panties and Colin in a pair of Speedos. I got an erection. Colin told Joanne she should help me with that. When she didn’t respond right away, he started sucking my cock. Joanne surprised me by pulling off his G-string and sucking him. We both came then started sucking her gorgeous breasts. I kissed her twat while Colin made love to her mouth. She had two or three orgasms that way. Then I fucked her cunt while Colin fucked her mouth. He and I wound up trading back and forth till we both came in her pussy. Colin took pictures of the three of us later on.

Joanne and I eventually married, moved to the suburbs and had three children. We always let Colin in on our sexual action whenever we visit him and he’s kept up to date on his other threesomes. He’s the godfather of our children, and all three of us believe he is the biological father of our dark-haired daughter. But he deserves it after everything he taught us.—
F.H., Seattle, Washington

HIS NEW YOUNG BRIDE WINDS UP HAVING HER CAKE AND EATING IT TOO

I met Kathleen shortly after my first wife died of cancer. Our marriage had been a good one. We were deeply devoted to each other and very much in love, but our sex life was rather pedestrian. My wife was smart, nice and personable, but over the years her interest in sex had waned. We remained married and in love for thirty years, though, and I was in a deep depression over my loss.

Things picked up after I met Kathleen. I was fifty-five years old at the time and Kathleen was thirty-two. I was just casually talking to her in a restaurant at lunchtime, not looking for anything special, when she asked if I wanted to have a drink after work. I said I’d be delighted.

For the first time in months, I started to feel good about things, and my spirits really began to lift. She was dressed attractively in a skirt, white blouse and suit jacket. I was a little taken aback, and more than a little distracted, when I first met her because her skirt was a bit on the short side and rode fairly high up. When she sat down I got a good look at her long legs and especially her nicely toned thighs.

When we met for drinks later that night, she was wearing the same outfit as at lunchtime, but she had unbuttoned several buttons on her blouse, leaving her deep cleavage exposed in quite a seductive way. When I asked Kathleen why she’d asked me out for drinks, she said it was because I looked so sad. I told her my story, and she very sympathetically put her hand on my arm. We then decided to have dinner together that Friday night.

After supper she invited me back to her apartment to have an after-dinner drink. She served me some sherry and sat down next to me on the couch with a snifter of brandy. Her skirt had hiked way up, and I could see that she was wearing stockings with a garter. Her perfume was enticing. I put my arm around her and before I knew it, we were in a deep, passionate kiss. She began rubbing her hand on my crotch. Soon she stood up to put some music on and began to do a slow striptease for me. My cock was rock-hard.

When she was completely nude, she took me by the hand, led me into her bedroom and proceeded to undress me. She went down and started licking my cock, then turned her cunt to me. I moved my face close to her hole, taking in her wonderful scents, and proceeded to lick her. Before we could come off, she got on top of me and began to ride me. She had tremendous muscle control—I could feel her intentionally contracting her pussy on my cock as she bounced up and down. After a while we both exploded in orgasm. We spent the rest of that night and much of the weekend together. At my age, I wasn’t able to fuck her as often as she wanted, but she taught me how to please her with the various vibrators and dildos she kept around the house.

I soon discovered that Kathleen was a smart, kind and outgoing woman. Her parents had been relatively poor, and she put herself through college and business school before landing her current position, a very responsible job at a well-known public relations firm. When I asked her during that first weekend why she wasn’t married and didn’t have a steady boyfriend, she laughed and said that it all had to do with her libido. She loved sex and needed constant variety. She didn’t want to be tied down sexually to one man but wanted everything else that goes with a happy marriage.

Kathleen confessed that she had long been sexually active. She also said she was a bit of an exhibitionist. She became tremendously turned on when other people watched her in sexual situations. Since she liked to have men watch her, it was a natural decision for her to earn the money she needed by performing in strip clubs. She explained to me that the lap dancers at these strip clubs had different senses of the limits. A girl could make the real big money if she was willing to go all the way in some of the discrete private booths. Since she liked sex so much, she quickly (and deservedly) got the reputation of doing whatever a man wanted, as long as it didn’t involve pain. While she was careful to dress and act very professionally at her day job, she liked picking up a succession of men in her free time. She said she even had a separate closet full of what she called her “slut clothes.” She went out to clubs dressed to kill on the weekends and spent most of her vacations in places where she was likely to find multiple, good-looking male partners to play around with. I went with her on one of those trips. It was so comfortable and sexually gratifying that we agreed to spend even more time together. Our understanding, though, was that Kathleen was free to have sex whenever and with whomever she wanted, and I wouldn’t ask any questions or try to change her.

I soon discovered the fact that Kathleen’s intense sexuality was a real turn-on for me. In fact, on several occasions during our courtship, she let me hide in her closet and watch her having sex with other guys she’d picked up. I’d get incredibly horny, and we’d have great sex. After about six months, we decided to get married.

That was five years ago. My friends have come to accept Kathleen into our group, and Kathleen’s close friends have done the same with me. But none of them are aware of Kathleen’s and my sexual understanding. Even at age thirty-seven, she still keeps in terrific shape. With her pretty face, auburn hair and 36-25-35 body, she has little trouble getting whomever she wants. She dresses attractively but not overly revealing when she’s with them. Her slutty side only comes out when we make special arrangements or when she goes on vacations alone. On those occasions, I’ve watched Kathleen have sex with up to five men at once, most of whom are fairly young and all of whom are quite well-hung.

Since we’re so comfortable with our arrangement, Kathleen has started performing at one of her old strip clubs again. Although most of the other girls are younger, she still manages to hold her own. I usually go with her, although we don’t reveal to the customers (or the management) that I’m her husband. I watch her go off with other men. On a good evening, she makes close to a thousand dollars in cash. We don’t need the money since we both have good-paying jobs, but it’s nice to have some extra cash for our special vacations.

Those vacations have turned into absolute orgies for her. We often rent a large house at the end of an isolated road near a beach or on some island community. Kathleen brings only her most revealing clothes, like string bikinis, a few short, low-cut sundresses, tight skirts and skimpy haltertops and blouses. I get incredibly turned-on watching her and knowing that others watch her as well. While we spend most of the time entertaining Kathleen’s men friends, we’ve also met a number of couples who like to swing. I’m always the gracious host. It always surprises me that no matter how many times Kathleen gets screwed in a day, she’s always ready to fuck when I am. She seems to have gotten everything she’s wanted: a secure, happy marriage and the freedom to do whatever she pleases sexually.—
P.B., Los Angeles, California

AN AD IN A SWINGER’S MAGAZINE GETS A COUPLE MORE THAN THEY HOPED FOR

The word “voluptuous” fits my wife Lynda to a tee. She’s five foot six with natural 38DD tits and very sexy legs. I stand six foot four, weight two hundred fifteen pounds and am a well-endowed nine inches. We’ve been swinging in our local scene for a few years and decided to place an ad in a swinger’s magazine to meet new people. We received lots of interesting responses but the one that really caught our eyes came from a couple who lived about an hour and a half from us. We wrote back and exchanged photos, and after corresponding for a while met at a quaint restaurant about midway between our houses.

Kim was very petite—only five foot two—but she was very sexy, with full breasts, long hair and a great personality. Her husband Ross was also very personable, and we all had a good time getting to know one another the first time we met. We got tickets to go see a professional baseball team and were planning on making a whole weekend out of it, obviously including some hot sensual fun.

The drive to Ross and Kim’s hotel turned out to be an exercise in self-restraint, but unfortunately, the only self-restraint being practiced was mine! Lynda was dressed in a very tight pair of shorts and a halter top, it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her large-nippled 38DD’s were sticking through the material, testing the limits of my restraint and my jeans! When we stopped at a rest area, Lynda got in the back seat with Ross and Kim came up front to sit with me. That just made things hotter as I had this short, very voluptuous and sensual woman sitting beside me.

While Lynda was sitting in the back, she started showing off a very nice pair of 38DD’s to almost every trucker we passed and Kim started doing the same up front. I almost ran off the road a couple of times looking over my shoulder at my wife or watching the show that Kim was putting on! I wanted to skip the ball game right there and do something about my aching, hard cock. Matters weren’t helped much by all the flirting and touching Kim and I were doing in the front seat!

After we checked in at the hotel, we had a quick bite to eat and headed for the stadium. The game was exciting but not as exciting as the continuous eye contact between Kim and myself. Lynda noticed what was going on and did her best to give me a severe case of blue balls, too! At one point we decided that if it wasn’t too late we should go for a swim back to the hotel. The game was good but not great, so we agreed to split and take a dip. Once we were all in our rooms, we changed into our suits, but Ross didn’t feel like swimming so it was just Lynda, Kim and me.