Letters to Penthouse XXXIV (7 page)

Of course I was more than happy to play this hot new game, pretending I was the white dude married to that well-fucked black
chick on the tape. I even felt some relief now that my wife was aware of my previously hidden fantasy.

As I licked at her cunt Lana bent over me, and I felt her long thick hair sprawled all over my legs while her full warm lips
engulfed my hard little cock and sucked it all into her wet mouth. She sucked me harder and harder, rubbing my balls with
her hand, until she milked me dry. I had never come in her mouth before, so that was another first for us.

A couple of weeks later I came home from work on a Friday night just as Lana was taking a steamy shower. She caught me staring
at her from the bathroom doorway as she got out, and smiled. “Hi, baby. How was your day?” she said. Then she told me she
was planning to meet her girlfriends at a club for a couple of drinks, and asked if I minded. Of course I said no. I then
watched her get dressed. She put on a pair of the sheerest hose I ever saw, then slipped into a short, tight denim skirt,
a halter top, and a pair of heeled sandals. Before walking out the door, she gave me a sensuous kiss and my little woody a
light squeeze. “I may be back late, so don’t wait up,” she told me. “Who knows, maybe I’ll run into a fine hunk of a black
dude and spend the night with him!” With that she gave me a wink and was off.

While she was out I masturbated to one of my tapes while I watched the clock. It got to be almost midnight, and still no Lana.
What was she doing? I wondered. Would she really meet a black guy and go off with him for the night? Part of me worried about
it, while another part almost hoped she would.

I finally went to bed and jerked off again, thinking about my wife with another man. Just as I came I heard her car pull up.
The front door opened and then closed. I heard my wife’s voice whispering and chuckling, along with the deeper voice of a
man. I stayed still, pretending to be asleep, as Lana tiptoed into our bedroom, but I watched through half-opened eyes as
she began to undress. She slipped off her shoes, shuffled out of her skirt, and pulled off her halter, then peeled off her
stockings, leaving only her panties on. Then she slipped on a long sheer satin robe and ran a brush through her hair.

I thought she was going to leave without disturbing me, but instead she moved to the bed and pulled the sheet off me. “Wake
up, baby,” she murmured, rubbing my dick. “Did you miss me while I was out?” Before I could answer, she leaned down to kiss
me, then whispered in my ear, “Listen, baby, I ran into an old friend of mine at the club, and I’m going to be entertaining
him tonight. Maybe you’d like to sneak down and watch, hmm?” She then gave me her classic wink and wicked grin as she strutted
her fine ass out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

I waited a few minutes before sneaking down the hallway to the top of the stairs. I heard whispering coming from the living
room, and I crept silently down the stairs and peeked in. Sure enough, there was my wife in the arms of a tall black dude,
the two of them sharing a deep soul kiss. Low guttural moans filled the air as their tongues meshed and probed.

As their mouths parted, Lana untied her robe and spread it open, then began doing a slow and sensuous full-frontal body grind
up against his chest and torso. She backed off a bit and gazed lovingly into his eyes as she undid his belt and pulled down
his zipper.

I must have made some kind of noise as his huge cock appeared, because at that point Lana turned and saw me watching. With
a grin she motioned for me to come in and join them. She calmly introduced me to her “old friend,” whose name was Jock, telling
him that I was her hubby. Jock just looked me over and let out a low snicker. He turned Lana around to face me and, as she
ground her ass against his crotch, he told me to take off her wet panties for him.

Something about his arrogant confidence, along with my wife’s wanton sluttiness, got to me and made my heart beat wildly.
There was no hiding the hard-on inside my tight briefs as I reached out and slid Lana’s panties down and off.

The two of them then moved to the sofa and sat down side by side, and Lana motioned to me to come and sit on her other side.
“Look how much bigger he is than you, baby,” she whispered in my ear as she stroked both our dicks at the same time. “You
like that? Just like in the video, right? I want you to stroke yourself off while you watch us. I missed his big black dick,
baby. Jock and I dated before I met you, but I love you and I was always a faithful wife. I never thought of cheating on you,
even though I was used to more in bed. But you woke me up with that video, baby, you showed me that I need more than you can
deliver. So now just sit back and enjoy the show, and I’ll show you how your sweet black wife can fuck a man with a real dick!”

Well, I almost blew my wad right then and there. I could hardly contain my excitement as Lana got on her knees in front of
her old boyfriend and ran her hands along his thighs as she licked the head of his huge black dong. She looked sideways into
my eyes as she did it, then glanced down to watch me stroke my little white dick as she swirled her tongue up along one side
of his shaft and down the other.

Suddenly Lana stood up and shouted, “Shit! This is too much! Fuck it, let’s take this shit to bed!” I followed them up the
stairs as my wife led the way to our bedroom. I sat on a chair in the corner and watched as my wife and her old lover got
into our bed together. I seemed to have been forgotten as they kissed deeply and passionately, their dark arms and legs entwined
around each other’s bodies. The two of them rolled together from side to side all over the king-size bed. My wife’s knee was
wedged in between Jock’s legs, massaging his big hard dick while his hands grabbed both her ass cheeks and squeezed them harder
than I ever could.

I no longer recognized the sweet loving wife I had once known. She had turned into a moaning, grunting wild animal before
my very eyes. Spreading her legs wide now, she wrapped them around him as she took him deep inside her, arching her back and
slithering her sweaty body against his like a snake. Jock growled like a wild bear, squeezing her ass even harder while working
his massive thick pole in and out of her wet, hungry pussy.

“Hump me, baby!” Lana screeched. “Fuck me hard! Oh, shit! You feel so fucking good! Come on, oh, Christ, fuck the shit out
of me!”

I lost it then, lost it completely right then and there. I was spurting all over the room while watching my wife’s wet hairy
pussy hump that huge dick all the way up to the head, then back down to his balls. Up and down, up and down, taking all ten
inches with ease into her well-stretched hole. Faster and faster, until they both came and flooded our sheets with thick creamy
come.

Now I knew what Lana had been used to before she met me. She had tried to make do with less because she loved me, but now
both she and I knew that she couldn’t go on that way. And because I loved her, too, I wouldn’t ask her to. I knew then that
Jock was going to be a big part of our lives from now on, and that was just fine with me.

—
L.D., Tulsa, Oklahoma
     

We were at Amy’s 21st birthday party. The evening had gotten late, and there were only four of us left, sitting around on
the patio of her house. Besides Amy, there was her boyfriend (and my best friend) Sam, his roommate Jerry, and me. All of
us were smashed, but nobody more than Amy. She seemed to be taking her new adult status to heart, and it was actually turning
into a kind of coming-out party. Normally Amy was a shy, very conservative woman. Sure, she’d take a few sips of Sam’s beer
occasionally, but she had never drank all that much. But on this night she had cut loose, drinking wine coolers like they
were Cokes.

I was playing with my new digital camcorder, and at one point I trained it on Sam. Amy, sitting next to him, put her arm around
his shoulder and leaned her head in. As she waved at the camera, Sam grabbed her left tit through her T-shirt. Amy was surprised
at first, but then began giggling. She was too drunk to care.

“That’s rude,” she pouted, pretending to scold him. “How would you like it if I grabbed your dick, like this?” Her hand went
to his lap, where she massaged his no-doubt-hardening-cock. I could feel my body reacting to the scene as I watched the two
of them through the lens. Amy smiled coyly up at me.

“Somebody’s not camera shy,” I said.

As if that was a challenge, Amy jumped up, moved to an open area on the patio, and began dancing seductively. My camera continued
to capture every move of her bump and grind routine. She didn’t miss a beat as she downed the rest of her wine cooler, holding
up the empty bottle to Sam, who took the hint and handed her another. Amy then teased the three of us by slowly licking the
rim of the bottle with the tip of her tongue.

“My God, Sam, you’re a lucky bastard!” Jerry said. “That must feel great on your cock!”

Before Sam could answer, Amy wagged her finger back and forth, shaking her head.

“This body is virginal!” she said, and to indicate which body she meant she ran her hands over herself, not looking the least
bit virginal. “We may have fooled around, but our clothes have stayed on. Right, Sam?”

Sam pulled a face in agreement. “Yep, blue balls,” he said sourly. “Every fucking time we go out, I have to come home and
jack off.”

“Well, it’s not like you’re alone with that problem,” Amy said. “What do you think I do after a date?”

My cock got even harder as I envisioned Amy fingering herself. Sam and Jerry must have had the same reaction, as there were
two audible groans. Amy smiled, knowing the effect she had, and gave another long lick to the tip of the bottle. “Of course,
I’m twenty-one now,” she said then. “So maybe it’s time to solve all of our problems.”

With that she set the wine cooler on the table, then turned her back to us and reached under her T-shirt. She struggled for
a minute, but then managed to pull her bra off before turning around again to face us. Amy has large breasts, and right then
her nipples were hard little points pushing against the fabric. “You like ze tits?” she asked in a fake French accent.

Throughout all of this I was pointing the camera at her. This would give me months of jack-off material, I thought. Amy must
have read my thoughts, because she started to jump up and down, her breasts wobbling wildly under her T-shirt. My dick couldn’t
get any harder, but I could feel precome oozing from the tip.

“Hey, how about a wet T-shirt contest?” Sam yelled. Of course the three of us cheered, but Amy smiled, shaking her head.

“How can there be a contest? There’s only one girl.”

“Well, we’ll determine which tit is the best, the right one or the left one.” Sam replied.

Amy laughed, but she didn’t say no. Jerry proceeded to get out the hose, but before he could spray her Amy began to complain
that he would get her jeans wet. Her solution for that was to unbutton her jeans and slide them down her long legs.

Her T-shirt was cut fashionably short, ending just above her belly button. When she pulled her jeans down, her panties also
moved several inches down her hips, exposing a half inch or so of the black curls between her legs. Once she stepped out of
the jeans she pulled her panties back up, but more black curls peeked out of the leg holes. Amy put her hands on her hips
and said, “Okay, now.”

Jerry sprayed her with the hose, the cold water causing her to yelp and gasp for breath. Her nipples became harder under the
cold water, and so did our dicks. The cotton T-shirt adhered to her round globes like a second layer of skin. Jerry lowered
the nozzle slightly and pointed it at Amy’s panties.

“Fuck, that’s cold!” she complained, but we all noticed that she opened her legs slightly to allow the jet of water to hit
the lips of her pussy. She bit her lip, obviously concentrating on the sensation.

At that point Sam began chanting, “Show your tits! Show your tits! Show your tits!”

Soon Jerry and I joined in, as if this were spring break in Florida. Amy smiled, reached down for the hem of the T-shirt,
and slowly pulled it over her head. Her breasts were awesome—high and round, large but firm. Her nipples were large, too,
centered on dark circles. She could easily have been a topless model. Amy lifted both boobs in her hands and smiled at the
three of us.

“So which one do you like best? Sally?” she asked, as she raised her right breast. “Or Susie?” raising the other.

There was, of course, no way to choose. I kept the camera on her as she now moved to a deck chair, then sat in it and draped
one leg over each arm. The wet cotton fabric of her panties was molded to every curve of her pussy lips. She might as well
have been completely nude. Amy brought a finger to her mouth and sucked on it, looking straight into the camera lens.

All of us were thinking the same thing, but Jerry was the first to verbalize it. “Go on, play with yourself, Amy,” he begged.
“Show us how you get off.”