Letters to Penthouse XXXIV (26 page)

When we were first married and living in our singles apartment, I got heavily into playing cards, all kinds of cards, mostly
with hot men. There were three or four very sexy guys who I played with on a fairly regular basis. As often as not the card
game would degenerate into a game of strip poker, and since I seldom wore more than one or two articles of clothing at the
best of times, I almost always ended up the loser, which usually led to me fucking and sucking at least one, but more often
several of the guys. Then the word kind of got around that I was a lot of fun to play cards with, and I had all kinds of guys
calling me, some of whom I didn’t even know, asking me to join their card games.

After Roy and I graduated from school, Roy took a job in another state, and we were separated for about three months while
he got settled and found us a place to live. The first night he was gone, I went to a party thrown by a girlfriend of mine
who was in the cruise line business. The night wound up with a dozen guys and four or five women playing a little drinking
game, a variation of “Truth or Dare,” which ended up with me fucking most of the guys. That was the beginning of three months
of fuck parties that had no end.

During that three-month period, when I did manage to get home to my apartment, I would call Roy and tell him in explicit detail
about all the men I had fucked and everything that had happened since we had last talked, while he jacked off on the other
end of the phone.

On the day I left our old home to reunite with Roy, I had one of my friends load me full of come on the way to the airport.
I arrived at our new home unannounced, meaning to surprise my husband, and as I approached the front door I stripped down
to my high heels before ringing the doorbell. But the joke was on me. It seemed that someone had told Roy that I was on my
way, and he had a dozen of our friends waiting there to surprise me! Well, when they flipped the door open what could I do
but walk in naked? But it felt so natural that I just stayed nude for the entire evening.

My welcome-home party later moved to a friend’s yacht, where we spent the next four days cruising, water skiing, and partying
nude. I was in heaven. The company consisted of two other women almost as liberated as myself, seven very horny guys, and
me. Not only did I get to come home to my very hot and horny husband, who had been updated regularly by telephone about my
adventures, but six other equally studly and handsome guys. I spent the next four days satisfying myself, my husband, and
as many of the other men as could keep it up!

Shortly after that my friend in the cruise line business got me a job with one of the major outfits as a social director,
and I spent the next two and a half years seeing the world, and getting it off with a half a dozen horny guys in every port.

One of my outstanding memories of that time is of a weekend stopover in Bermuda, where I spent the whole time sucking and
fucking a number of the local guys. Ladies, let me tell you, the men down there have huge cocks and are great lovers, so if
you are ever down there, don’t even think of not trying them out! I spent one whole day driving around the island, completely
nude, with three huge, absolutely gorgeous black guys, who had the best time taking me around and showing me off to their
friends. All the time we were driving around I sat in the backseat, repeatedly straddling these three fabulously hung guys
and fucking their brains out.

But as much as I loved all the exotic places and the wide variety of sexy men, being away from home so much of the time got
a little tough on my marriage, so I finally quit. Of course I always shared all the details of my sexual exploits with Roy
whenever I got home, and now that I was home permanently we began to get into even hotter and wilder scenes.

Roy says that he is going to write you a letter detailing more of our incredible sex life. He loves to tell stories about
the videotapes he has taken of me, usually naked, often in public places, his favorites being the ones in which I am sucking
and fucking and being gang-banged by other men. Of course those are my favorites, too.

In the meantime, ladies, don’t allow your life to slip by and leave you wondering what you have missed. As for me, I know
for sure that I will never have to look back and say that I passed up an exciting sexual partner, experience, or adventure.
Life is full of exciting opportunities, and I say, grab all you can!

—C.L., Hartford, Connecticut
     

I want to tell you what happened to me after our annual office party last year. We started at half past five and by 11 were
all drunk. It was all pretty tame—the usual gropes and kisses, like you have at any office party.

I shared a cab home with a woman named Ann, who’s in her mid 30s, blonde, and very attractive. At work she always wears short
skirts and low-cut tops. Every guy there wants her. She’s a real prick tease, like me (though I’m 36 and happily married,
with two great kids), and we get along well.

The cab got us to Ann’s quickly, and as I live nearby, I got out, too. She invited me in for a drink. We found her husband,
Tony, in bed. (He’d stayed home to babysit the kids so she could go out.) We had more drinks and got even more drunk. We got
to talking about clothes, and I said how I liked what Ann wore. She thanked me and said, “If you think my clothes are sexy,
you should see my underwear.”

I just said, “Hmm.”

She stood up and simply dropped her skirt and lifted her top, revealing matching see-through bra and panties. Nothing was
covered. She looked very sexy.

She got another drink, then asked what my underwear was like. I said I was wearing a red Basque and stockings, and garter.

“I’ve always wanted a Basque,” she said. “Do you mind if I see?”

After a pause I said drunkenly, “Not at all.” I took off my dress and stood in my red Basque, garter, and stockings, and Ann
took it all in. She came over to me and ran her hands gently over my silky lingerie. A shiver ran down my back.

I looked down and saw Ann’s red fingernail against my underwear. She didn’t move her hand away. She actually slid it up to
caress my breasts through the silk. I didn’t want her to stop!

“Just how sexy are you, Nora?” she almost purred.

“Very,” I said, putting my arms around her waist and pulling her to me. I reached for her bra strap and began to lower it.
Her big boobs fell out, and I leaned down to suck her nipples. I was so blitzed, I didn’t care, but before this I had never
been with a woman. It was amazing. We fell onto the couch, our arms and hands all over each other. Ann unclipped the fasteners
around my crotch, then slid her fingers into me. Soon I was writhing with pleasure.

I watched her blonde hair disappear between my legs and felt her tongue on my pussy. As she lapped away, her tongue penetrating
me, I drifted into another world.

Suddenly I heard, “Nora, this is Tony. Tony, Nora!”

I was briefly stunned, but it all felt so good, I didn’t care. Tony came over to the couch where his wife was eating me and
watched close-up. He had a huge bulge in his shorts. I just watched as he came closer and dropped his shorts, revealing a
nice large cock.

“Suck me, you sexy little minx” he said.

I lifted my head, took him in my mouth, and started sucking. Ann kept licking my pussy while I gave her hubby head. He pulled
out of my mouth and said to her, “Let me fuck her, baby.”

Ann moved away and sat on a nearby chair, with her legs spread. She fingered her pussy as Tony climbed on top of me. He used
no foreplay—or condom, for that matter. He just pushed into me and started pounding away at me.

Ann frigged herself furiously and encouraged her husband: “Come on, Tony, she’s ready for it, give her your come, baby.”

Tony started to shake, and I felt him throbbing inside me and then ejaculating. As he came, he said, “There, baby, take my
come in your unprotected pussy.”

I did, and I came, too.

Tony got off me, went straight to his wife, and told her to clean him with her mouth, which she did. Then he had her crawl
to me and had me spread my legs so she could eat his come from my pussy. Then he fucked her doggie-style while she ate me
again. And then he fucked me again. After he came again, we had another drink.

I got dressed and wobbled home. When I got there my husband fucked me, saying I was so fucking hot that I should go to lots
more parties. He was right!

—N.F., Ridgewood, New Jersey
     

There isn’t too much I enjoy more than the feel and taste of my wife’s pussy filled with another man’s come, and she has fulfilled
my fantasy many times. I always find it hard not to come as soon as she touches me.

Sometimes Hope is home in the afternoon, sometimes not until four in the morning. Either way, I can’t wait to be near her.
Even if she didn’t meet up with a lover, I have her with me, which is all I really need. Still, it’s better when her pussy
is filled, and each encounter has its own story.

She’s been fucked just about everywhere you can think—in hotels, apartments, and houses; in bed, on the floor, on couches;
outdoors on a blanket, in and on a car; in a men’s rest room. The list goes on and on.

Tonight she crawled into bed having come straight from a corporate office. Between gentle sucks on my balls, she began to
relate her adventure:

I arrived at the office this evening around half past five wearing just a teddy, nylons, high heels, and a raincoat. As planned,
I entered through the back door. We walked past several other offices and the boardroom before getting to his office.

Once we were inside, he closed the door. I worked my way down to his zipper and pulled his cock from his pants. You know how
I love to suck cock. I took him deep in my throat, tugging gently at his balls. He came almost instantly, apologizing for
coming so quickly. I smiled and finished cleaning off his come, not wanting to miss a drop. I made my way to his desk and
sat on it while he sat in his desk chair. I placed a high heel on each armrest, giving him a full view of my pussy. Without
hesitation he ate my pussy, exploring wherever his tongue reached.

After a while he felt he needed to check to make sure we were still alone. He returned in a moment, and I met him on my knees.
Again I pulled his cock from his pants and got him hard.

“You didn’t think you’d get away with just filling my mouth?” I said. “You’re going to fuck me and fill my pussy so I can
go home with a nice full load.”

I got on my hands and knees, and he slipped his cock in, fucking me doggie-style on his office floor. His balls slapped against
my pussy lips. When I sensed he was about to come, I reached back and stroked the underside of his balls, which he loves,
continuing until he was spent.

We got dressed quickly and kissed, then made our way outside, promising to do it again—only next time in the boardroom! I
said that would be fun, and I would wear my fur coat—white fox, so it won’t show come stains. He smiled. I think he was getting
hard again.

That was all I could hear, and she knew it. She got on top of my cock and moved slowly up and down, stopping on occasion to
make it last. Then she lay on her back, and I slid in. Within minutes I filled her up again.

We lay there awhile, then drifted off to sleep, me realizing what a lucky man I am.

—T.P., Chicago, Illinois