Letters to Penthouse XII (11 page)

I backed out before either of them noticed me and went back to the main room to watch some more action. While I was gone they had rigged up a leather chair hanging from a hook. A very attractive Asian woman was being placed into it by two guys, one white and one black. The chair allowed complete access to her body. The white guy started sucking her breast while the black guy kissed her. I approached and asked if I could join in, and she said, “Hell yes! Don’t just stand there with your dick in your hand. Suck my goddamn nipple with your warm wet mouth.”

I started sucking her other breast. Another guy knelt down and began to eat her pussy. Others joined in by playing with her ass and rubbing their cocks all over her. When the guy eating her pussy got up, I took his place. She had a sweet cunt and when she started to come, yelling out, “I love it! Yes, I fucking love your mouth on my goddamn slit,” it tasted like nectar.

I felt a hand on my cock, which was getting hard again. I looked down to see Bonnie in her teddy, playing with my pud. She was also fondling the black guy who was still kissing the lady in the chair. The next thing I knew, the black guy was laying Bonnie down on the floor and unsnapping her teddy with his teeth.

Bonnie was loving it. He pulled off her teddy and took off his shorts. His big hard cock jumped out. He looked like a body-builder and had a waist so slim that his dick looked even bigger than it really was. Bonnie liked it too. In a second she had it in her mouth while he was eating her pussy.

I never would have thought Bonnie would be so uninhibited with so many people around but she was having the time of her life. Soon the black guy had Bonnie up on all fours, fucking her hard from behind. I got in frontof her and fed her my hard cock so she could suck on it. Damn, she was good! She had learned a lot this short night.

As the black guy shot his load into her pussy, I pulled out of her mouth and came on her dangling tits. She fell onto her side and proceeded to excite the crowd still more by scooping up my come and licking it off her fingers.

Before anyone else could join us, I pulled Bonnie to her feet and headed off to the movie room, thinking it would give us a chance to cool off and relax.

There was a movie playing on the big-screen TV showing two girls in a 69 position. There were big pillows everywhere but we sat on a couch against the back wall. There were three other couples in the room along with three guys by themselves.

By the time we got seated the scene on the screen had changed. Now there were three guys working on one woman. It was a very hot scene and I got so aroused I knelt down in front of Bonnie and started to eat her pussy while she watched the movie. She moaned and spread her thighs to give me better access but never took her eyes off the screen. After I made her come I found I had to use the bathroom. I told her to sit tight while I went to pee and that I would be right back.

I left her there with her teddy open at the crotch, one breast out, thighs spread, pussy dripping. It took me about five minutes to pee and when I got back I couldn’t believe what I saw. Bonnie was sitting on the back of the couch with her back to the wall. She was surrounded by the three guys who had been there by themselves. One guy was between her thighs eating her pussy, another was beside her sucking her left breast, and the third was on her right side sucking her other breast while caressing her thighs.

I got an immediate hard-on. There were two hot scenes going on now, one on the TV and a much better one right in front of me. Bonnie was moaning and urging on the guy eating her pussy. “Don’t stop, don’t stop. Eat my pussy, baby!” She grabbed the back of his head and pressed him harder into her crotch. He redoubled his efforts, licking her clit and pushing his tongue up into her cunt. The other two guys were really turned on too. Bonnie began jacking them off while they sucked her tits. I just stood there and watched. My cock was super-hard but I thought I might miss something if I joined in.

The three couples in the room had by now forgotten the movie on the screen and were eagerly watching this new show. Two of the men were busy eating their partners’ pussies, and the other was getting his cock sucked while he played with his partner’s tits. The whole room seemed to be getting hotter and hotter.

Now Bonnie let out a big scream and came hard into her cunt-sucker’s mouth. Her hands pumped faster on the cocks she was holding and one of the guys shot his come onto her thigh as she still screamed in orgasm. Then he and the pussy-eater changed places. One guy went right to work on her still spasming cunt while the other stood up on the couch and fed his cock into Bonnie’s eager mouth. She worked hard at sucking his cock, as if to pay him back for the pleasure he had given her.

When I looked around again, the three couples were all still engaged in various sexual activities while keeping their eyes as much as possible on my fiancÉe and her lovers. Soon the guy in Bonnie’s mouth was ready to come. She pulled away and let him shoot his load all over her tits. She then slid down onto the third guy and rode his cock until he came inside her.

Bonnie was now exhausted. I helped her shower and get dressed. We left fully satisfied and eager to go back the first chance we had. And when we do I’ll tell you about it.—
R.Y., Gary, Indiana

A LOVING WIFE SAVES HER MARRIAGE AND MAKES NEW FRIENDS ALONG THE WAY

Brenda and I have been married for nearly eight years and have four young children. These days we get along fabulously. We understand each other perfectly, we never fight and we have a very solid marriage. Recently my twenty-eight-year-old, very pretty, sexy red-headed wife said, “Charles, I really am glad I married you. You’re my best friend and most trusted confidant. I know I have it made, and I wouldn’t trade places with anybody. Being married to you lets me have it all. I know you’re the man I want to grow old with. No matter who I’m with, what I say or what I do, always remember this: I’m your wife, I’m glad I’m your wife and I’d marry you all over again.”

I know she meant every word of that, and I can also say with total honesty and conviction that no matter what happens, what she does or what anyone else might say, Brenda is and will always be my wife and I’m very grateful for that.

But I must confess that things haven’t always been so rosy between us. Our first three years together had their ups and downs. Brenda worked outside the home when we were first married, but she didn’t go back to work after our first child was born. Since then she has stayed home as a wife and mother to our four children.

The period of time immediately following the birth of our first child was no doubt our toughest. At first I attributed Brenda’s moodiness to postpartum blues, and I took her lack of interest in sex as being preoccupied with the baby. I also figured that maybe it was a cyclical mood swing my wife just happened to have.

In the first few months after the doctor okayed Brenda to resume having sex, we only made love about a dozen times. But it wasn’t how infrequently we had sex that was beginning to bother me. Brenda had turned into a different person: She was standoffish and almost cold toward me. She wasn’t interested in cuddling, kissing or touching. Again I thought it had something to do with Brenda having just become a new mother. Then I began to see a pattern developing. It appeared that my wife might have cyclic swings between being hot, passionate and loving to times when she would be rude, distant and even frigid. She’d gone through a period of similar behavior about a year earlier; for about six months she had been withdrawn, aloof and hardly let me touch her.

Then her mood changed virtually overnight. For the next six months she was warm, loving and constantly horny. We started having sex every night. But after the baby was born, she changed again. I began to wonder if she would always alternate between six months of being affectionate and six months of ignoring me. Interestingly, not once during either time did it even cross my mind to consider one other possibility—another man!

Then I came home from work early one afternoon. Brenda had been in a very bitchy mood toward me. She had been criticizing my looks, how much (actually how little) money I made and what she perceived as not helping out enough at home. The evening before we’d had an argument. She’d decided she wanted to rearrange the furniture in the living room. It was all I could do to even handle the sofa-bed by myself. I was struggling with it and knocked over a lamp and broke it. Brenda got angry and called me an uncoordinated klutz. I got pissed and pointed out that the accident happened because the couch was heavy. She responded by haughtily saying, “If you weren’t such a weakling, it wouldn’t be a problem. Most men would handle that couch and not even think it was heavy. Only a total wimp would have trouble with something like that!”

Her retort and another verbal assault on my manhood resulted in a response that was becoming more and more common: I pouted. We finished rearranging the furniture but there was hardly a word exchanged between us for therest of the evening. Soon I decided to try to patch things up. I hate fighting and try to avoid conflicts at all cost. I was prepared to apologize first. I also planned to call a baby-sitter and take Brenda out to dinner to make things up to her.

When I got home from work the next day, I saw we had company, but I didn’t recognize the car in our driveway. When I walked inside, I didn’t find anyone in the kitchen or in the living room. As I headed for the bedroom to take off my suit and put on something a little more comfortable, I wondered where Brenda was. I still didn’t think anything was out of line, though.

As I approached our open bedroom door, I heard my wife moaning and whimpering. I looked inside and froze. My wife was in our bed on her hands and knees, totally naked, and a man I recognized as her former boss Jim was fucking the shit out of her! I just stood there, stunned. Even after my brain began functioning again, I didn’t say anything. I just stepped back out of the doorway a bit. For some inexplicable reason it seemed important that they not see me. I’ve sometimes wondered why I reacted that way. After all, I wasn’t doing anything wrong, they were!

Jim is a few years older than us and about my height, but he’s stockier and more powerfully built than I am, with broad, powerful shoulders, a hairy, thickly muscled chest and bulging biceps. The main thing that I noticed was that his cock was a couple of inches longer than mine and much thicker, and he was ramming it into my wife’s cunt like a jackhammer.

Brenda had her eyes closed, her mouth hung open and her head was jerking rhythmically as he slammed in and out of her. I watched for a good ten minutes, not saying a word as Jim fucked my wife. Finally I saw her quiver and let out a deep groan. When she did, Jim rammed his cock deep inside her, held it and grunted. In spite of my shock and jealousy I was very aroused. When I saw Jim spray his come in my wife, I came in my pants. Brenda’s head was turned to one side and as they came in unison. I saw her eyelids fluttering, a look of intense sexual satisfaction on her face. She was turned toward me but had a blank, unfocused look in her eyes. I watched Jim pin her sexy body under his powerful torso as they climaxed. Then as they lay still, I quietly walked away.

I had no idea what to do, so I went to a bar and had three stiff drinks to calm my nerves. I stayed there for two hours. When I finally got home, I was half lit.

I still had no idea what I would say or do. When I got home, I had a real surprise waiting. Jim was gone. Brenda was dressed in a short sexy skirt and had herself fixed up very nice. She also had a wonderful meal prepared. She was upbeat, relaxed and very cheerful. She met me at the door with a wet, juicy, tongue-probing kiss. When she broke our embrace, Brenda remarked, “Wow! How many drinks did you have? You shouldn’t have driven home, Charles. The next time you drink that much, call a cab, honey.” Confused about many things, I merely nodded. Brenda then said, “Dinner’s ready. Come on, let’s get you out of that suit.” She took me to our bedroom, where she had laid out some casual clothes for me. When I stripped naked, even putting on clean underwear, my wife took the clothes I’d worn to the office. I blushed when I saw her looking at my come-stained underwear. She smelled the crotch of my suit pants and casually remarked, “You can’t wear these until they’re cleaned, Charles. I can smell your sperm in the crotch! I’ll take them to the cleaners for you tomorrow.”

I was beet-red hearing her casually remark about my obvious orgasm with my clothes on. I was also very confused by the way she greeted me. The table looked very special, set up with candles and a bottle of wine. Brenda’s mood was so upbeat and she was acting so sweet to me. There was no bitchiness. Brenda saw the look on my face and then took me by the hand. “Come on, I’ll explain,” she said to me.

As she escorted me to the table she said, “I thought you deserved a special meal, honey. I treated you awful last night. I’m sorry I was such a bitch.” Then she casually added, “And what you saw before had to be a real shock to you. It’s not like you to come home half-drunk. I understand, though. I imagine you needed something to calm you down after discovering your wife was being unfaithful. I can see where you might have needed a drink.”

She saw the many different reactions I was giving her and continued speaking. “I saw you, Charles. I opened my eyes just as Jim was finishing me. I saw you in the doorway. So now you know about the two of us! I’m sure you have a lot of questions. Come on, let’s eat dinner. I don’t want it to get cold. Then I’ll tell you all about my affairs. I don’t see any reason to bide anything now.”

The one thing I still vividly remember about that night was how upbeat, relaxed and happy Brenda was as she talked. She didn’t seem to have a care in the world. Somehow, she already knew I’d never leave her and that I wasn’t going to fly into a rage.

We ate a surprisingly romantic dinner before we sat down to discuss Brenda’s infidelity. It was a very calm, matter-of-fact discussion. I asked her how long her affair with Jim had been going on. “A little over three weeks this time,” she replied.