Letters to Penthouse XXXIV (31 page)

“Before you come, let us know,” said Sandra. “We both want some.”

I nodded dumbly and watched them work on my penis in unison, tongues curling and lapping around the tight skin. My wife’s
lover swung her leg over me, positioning her pussy over my dickhead, moved back and forth to wet my organ with her juices,
then eased herself on my rod. She pushed down steadily, forcing me between her puffy labia. My wife offered words of encouragement
as her lover began bouncing on my rod, forcing it repeatedly in her sloppy canal. “Fuck my lover, darling,” Laura urged as
Sandra pumped up and down on my shaft.

Laura leaned over and kissed me, sucking on my tongue. “Get her nice and juicy, baby,” she said, “so I can taste both of you
when I eat her pussy. Remember, I love the taste of a well-fucked pussy in the morning, especially Sandra’s.”

Sandra bobbed slowly up and down on my hips, repeatedly forcing me into her vagina, gradually increasing her pace until she
was bucking rapidly on top of me. Each time she came down, my cock hit bottom in her pussy and a grunt burst forth from deep
in her throat. “Don’t come without telling us,” Sandra reminded me in between bounces. I fucked her for ten minutes or so.
Then Laura took her place and rode me like a naked cowgirl on a bucking bronco. She came quickly and explosively, then stopped
to catch her breath.

I tapped her leg, gasping, “I’m going to come.”

Laura climbed off and the two women got on each side of me; leaned forward, putting their mouths over my cock; then caught
as much of my spurting come as they could. They licked the last spunk off my spent cock. Even when my cock began shrinking,
they continued giving it long licks.

Spent, we cuddled on the bed, holding each other in a fleshy, sweaty heap. I had fucked my wife and her lover, then come in
their mouths as they shared my semen. The only thing left to fulfill my fantasy was to see them having sex. We all dozed,
and when I woke up they were kissing, gently, still with their heads on the pillow.

As they kissed, I asked if they could do me one more favor. “Could I watch the two of you?” I asked, kissing each on the cheek.

“Of course,” Laura said, looking at Sandra for confirmation. Sandra nodded, and she turned back to me smiling. “But then you’ll
need to leave,” she said. “I want to spend the night with Sandra.”

“Oh, absolutely,” I said.

We left the guest room, and I followed my wife and her lover down the hall toward our bedroom. I relished the sight of their
bare bottoms just a few feet in front of me, each gorgeous in its own right, though quite different in shape and size: Laura’s
tight and round, delightfully sensuous, with dimples in the small of her back; Sandra’s less full and symmetrical but no less
sensuous, with a much longer crack, which accentuates the length of that butt, with its softer, flatter-looking cheeks. What
a lucky man, I thought, to walk behind two such beautiful women, with such scrumptious asses, knowing that soon I’ll be seeing
their owners make love.

In the bedroom I went straight to the overstuffed chair in the corner, turned, sat, and watched my wife and her lover caress,
then get comfortable on the bed. They kissed and petted like lovers on a date. Then Laura put her arms around Sandra and pulled
her close, kissed her passionately and massaged and fondled her medium-sized but well-shaped breasts.

Sandra lay on her back with Laura sucking and kissing her hardening nipples, then opened her legs for my wife’s hand, which
cupped her shaved pubis. Her fingers curled down between Sandra’s puffy lips and probed her lover’s box.

Laura moved between Sandra’s knees, her face so close to the smooth pubic mound that I bet her breath made the lips twitch.
I moved from the chair to the side of the bed so I could see Laura’s tongue swab the length of Sandra’s vulva—sucking, then
licking, tasting the pussy she had become addicted to.

Around midnight they arranged themselves in a 69 position and lapped and sucked each other’s coonies voraciously. After they
both came with a wild scream, Sandra helped my wife to the head of the bed, facing the wall, on her knees, her ass pointed
toward the end of the bed. Sandra sucked and licked Laura’s hole until my wife came once more. The women stretched out beside
each other with their arms around one another. Laura smiled, then waved—the signal that it was time for me to return to the
guest room. I waved back and left, blowing kisses to both women as I went.

What they don’t say when they say you always know if your spouse is having an affair is that we aren’t always as smart as
we think. I drifted off to sleep with images of my wife’s pussy being eaten by the person she’s having an affair with—just
not the person I expected.

—C.M., Killeen, Texas
     

I heard the car and went to greet my wife on her return from several weeks of caring for a sick relative. I dreaded the conversation
we would have, but some things have to be addressed right away.

Before Kris left, she had made a revelation that had revived all my fears of losing her. She said a friend of hers (unnamed)
had taken her out to lunch and shopping. That told me I had a rival, and it was a woman! I felt my love was inadequate to
hold her.

Kris is a statuesque brunette with eyes that tighten my nuts a notch whenever I look into them, but I would never have described
her as a sexual animal. She always said her orgasms were satisfying, but her desire for sex had dwindled to near nil.

The lunch, she said, had been relaxing. They drank a lot of wine, which induced a pleasant euphoria, relieving the week’s
stress. They went to the friend’s house to try on their new clothes. They had more wine, and all the dressing and undressing
eased their shyness. They ended up in each other’s arms.

Kris had said she had no intention of doing it again. But her confession at once scared me silly and excited the voyeur in
me. Now when I got outside, I saw that our friend Deb was with her. So “the talk” would have to wait.

I hugged Kris, kissing her as lovingly as I could. We held each other for a long beat. Deb, a sexy, sensual-lipped blonde,
welcomed me with an unexpectedly long and tender kiss and a vigorous hand squeeze.

At supper, the girls carried the conversation, with talk of stores they planned to visit. Claiming tiredness and wanting an
early start the next day, Deb headed to the shower and bed. Kris followed suit, leaving me to watch TV alone, a little put
out—until my wife walked in wearing a new white see-through teddy and holding a videocassette, which she inserted in the VCR.

The screen changed to porn, and Kris—wide smile on her lips—cuddled up to me. I couldn’t believe she wanted to make love with
a guest in the house, until it dawned on me that Deb was “the one.”

Kris halted my question by gluing her lips to mine. She wrapped her hand round my rising cock, and we kissed and caressed
while watching the movie. In time she opened my pants and pulled out my hard-on and started filling in the story I’d already
heard.

“It was a revelation,” she said, “to realize sexual pleasure and even love could be expanded by an open mind.”

I listened intently while yielding to her ministrations and returning her caresses. My hands roamed all over her. My fingers
found her labia slick with juices seeping from her love hole.

She resumed: “At Deb’s, we opened more wine and went into the bedroom to try on the clothes. The wine banished modesty, and
we shed our inhibitions with our undies. Then we tried on clothes from our younger days that were kind of snug. Helping each
other with the tight fits caused accidental touching of intimate areas.”

I slid my fingertips into her dewy wetness as she spoke, and sighs and moans punctuated the rest of her rousing tale. Between
the wine and their comical appearance in the old clothes, Kris realized she was enjoying the sight of Deb naked, and the occasional
touch, too.

“My eyes were drawn to Deb’s boobs,” she said. “By then my clit was calling to me. I felt like taking those boobs in my hands
to feel their softness and shape, but I wasn’t brave enough.

“Deb said, ‘Would you help me? I have a kink in my shoulders. Could you rub them?’ She sat by me on the bed, turned her back,
and waited. I couldn’t say no. I got to my knees, inched closer, and put my hands on her shoulders. Her skin was smooth and
warm, and I wondered what it would feel like to rub her whole body.

“I was trying to stop my thoughts from going there when Deb leaned into me, pressing her back onto my chest. ‘You’re very
comfortable,’ she said, with her eyes closed. She wiggled her butt till I spread my thighs enough for her to fit in against
my mound. I told myself to get out of there, but my body wasn’t listening.

“‘I guess we have nothing to do now that we ran out of clothes to try,’ Deb said. I started to answer but really had nothing
to say. ‘Well, we’ll have to think of something,’ she said, then turned and looked into my eyes.

“Now was the time to get away, and when I didn’t, Deb fixed her lips on my open mouth, let her lips caress mine, then invaded
my mouth. As she ran her lips down my neck, I began to say, ‘I’ve never—’

“‘Me either,’ she said, ‘but it’s okay, we’ll learn together.’ She cupped my breasts and raised them to her lips. Kissing
one, then the other, she explored them with her lips and tongue, working toward the nipples. I caught my breath as she nibbled
on one.

“I was scared, yet it felt so right, I didn’t want it to end. It felt like an electric current was coursing from my tits to
my clit. My cunt was pulsing in time with her chewing, and I felt juices oozing out.”

Kris felt she should stop but was being conquered by the warmth and tenderness. “I finally found the courage to raise my hands,”
she said, “and fill them with her breasts. I fondled and squeezed them.” Her story was intoxicating us both. My fingertips
ran along her inner folds, circling her love button, while she massaged my throbbing meat.

“Then,” she said, “Deb eased me down on the bed and lowered herself to the floor, trailing kisses across my belly. Her hands
spread my knees, and she kissed and nibbled my inner thighs up to my pussy. I thought I would scream when she stopped and
only sniffed.

“‘I want you to enjoy this,’ she said, then kissed my pussy lips. I felt I was melting as her tongue darted at my clit. I
moaned long and low. Deb flicked and licked my clit for a while, going from slow to fast strokes. Then she slid her tongue
in and wiggled it around. I arched onto her face, getting more excited and wetter with each lick. She replaced her tongue
with a finger, making little circles, then returned her tongue to my clit, now licking it steadily.

“Her gentleness changed to firmness as she sensed my arousal. I was getting close, and she licked harder and faster, pulling
me against her face and pushing her finger in all the way, pressing on my cervix. I was ranting unintelligibly, my pussy spasming
around her finger, juices running on her hand and face. With my hands in her hair, I ground my cunt on her mouth until I went
limp.

“Deb lifted her head, smiling, and rose from the floor caressing my cheek. She reached for her clothes. I stood, too, my legs
wobbly. I grasped her shoulder and pulled her into my arms. I kissed her and guided her to lie on the bed. I knelt and opened
her legs as she had mine, so I could see her love box brimming with juices.

“I said, ‘Tell me if I do this wrong. I want to be the one who made you come.’

“I reached for her breasts and rubbed the nipples, feeling them grow hard. I gave them a squeeze as I lowered my mouth to
her honey box. The scent was captivating and the sight so inviting that I couldn’t wait for a taste and applied my lips to
her pussy. Deb moaned, and her fingers tangled in my hair and pressed my head into her.

“I stroked my tongue on her swollen clit, tasting her cunt. Her moans increased as I licked her. My tongue slid down to her
hole as my fingers squeezed her nipples, producing squeals. She shoved her twat hard on my mouth. I pushed my tongue inside,
making her gasp. I tongue-fucked her awhile, then slid my tongue back up to her clit. I flicked her pleasure button over and
over, harder and harder, making her twitch and moan. Her sweet juices flowed on my chin as she gasped and came.

“I continued licking her clit as her body tensed and trembled. She pulled me harder to her quivering cunt. I lapped her juices,
relishing the taste of her, thinking we should have done this long before. I pulled my mouth from her pussy when her honey
stopped flowing. She said, ‘Baby, you made me feel so good and mushy,’ as she caressed my face.

“We had more wine and examined this new experience and the strange feelings it gave us, a mixture of euphoria and fear. Deb
was rationalizing and then burst into tears, blurting out about the yearlong sexual drought she endured. I enveloped her in
my arms to console her. Our mouths found each other, and our hands once more started to explore each other’s curves.