Letters to Penthouse XXXIV (10 page)

I grabbed my spot at the foot of the bed, in a chair we brought in for the occasion. In a blink of an eye Philip was on my
wife, his hands a blur as he ran them up and down her body. She told me later that she felt like her body was on fire. His
hands were rough, which only made her hotter.

Philip dived straight between my wife’s thighs, and suddenly you heard the rip of fabric and her seductive shriek. Panting
and squirming, she was being eaten by a masterful tongue, and she let me know it.

It was all I could stand. I pulled out my pecker and pulled and pulled, spewing a creamy load in seconds—but my dick just
wouldn’t go down! That’s how intense it was watching my wife arch her back and scream out a piercing cry of joy as she came
all over Philip’s face.

Without missing a beat, he turned her over on all fours, with her face directly in front of me. Her hair was a sweaty mess,
her eyes glazed—I thought she never looked more beautiful!

As Philip sank his member balls-deep in her, she mouthed “thank you” to me and threw her head back while he banged her into
yet another over-the-top release. With his hands firm on her hips, and her head swaying to and fro, I started to stroke myself
again, and as Philip quickened his pace, so did I, until finally he grunted and slammed into her cunt one climactic time,
sending her shaking.

Her body continued to convulse around his pole, and their faces said it all—and my cock was still as hard as it gets. Nothing
could compare with the sight before my eyes. Philip ended up staying over and took Stephanie in various positions. Sometimes
I directed; sometimes she did. Whatever the situation, I was hard and loving every second. My wife and her insatiable lover
seemed every bit as happy.

Stephanie still sleeps with Philip, but she’s expressed a desire to branch out. And I’m all for it! She asked me the other
day if I still needed to look at other women for any reason. I looked at her and said with all the honesty in my heart, “Why
would I? I’ve got everything I need standing right before my eyes.” And I do! Thanks to you guys, I’ve never been more fulfilled.

—
S.J., Saint Paul, Minnesota
     

I guess like a lot of other guys, I never believed the stories I read in your pages about men watching and wanting their wives
to have sex with strange men—until it happened to me! Eileen and I had been married for a dozen years and had never dabbled
in anything as wild as sex outside our marriage, with or without consent. Then one day after we made love, she asked me if
I was satisfied. Of course I said I was. I had no wish to upset her.

But I realized that if I were really being honest with myself, I would have to say that things had become pretty matter-of-fact.
We were in a sexual slump.

Our lovemaking seemed to be the same old in-and-out, and though we each tried to make sure that the other was satisfied, there
were times when I knew that I for one just wanted it over and done with. Now I know that sounds horrible. But let me try to
explain.

My wife is a wonderful lady. She’s slightly heavier than when we married, but after three kids that’s to be expected. She’s
still a beautiful woman, and I do desire her. That’s not the problem. The problem is that I yearn for something more, something
more exciting, something dirty and even downright crude. But how do you say something like that to the woman you love?

I sure didn’t know how. So when Eileen asked, I just responded that everything was fine. She seemed to sigh and turned her
back slightly. I asked if she was all right, and she turned toward me, looked me dead in the eye, and asked me if I was sure
that there wasn’t something more I wanted sexually. She didn’t wait for me to answer (not that I had an answer ready!), but
went on to say that she loved me but was bored with how we’d become, sexually speaking.

My ears perked up, and I leaned on one elbow as she gave me details of some of the things that had been going on in her mind.
I have to say, before too long my cock was hard and pointing straight up. She took notice and smiled and licked her lips,
then dived right down on it. No hesitation or niceties about it—she just swallowed me whole.

The feeling was amazing. And watching her head bobbing up and down under the sheet only added to the stimulation. Then she
snaked a finger in my asshole and played with it. My eyes about popped out of my head, and I came in a quick series of bursts.
She didn’t miss a drop of my come, and even came up and kissed me right on the mouth—another first!

“So, did you like it?” she asked afterward, giving me a devilish grin.

“Oh, my!” was about all I could manage to say! I got my breath back slowly, and finally was able to say, “Eileen, whatever
got into you, I liked it! I liked it a lot!”

She literally threw her arms around my neck and snuggled close to me. She thanked me for not stopping her, or thinking her
actions whorish. Whorish? Call it what you want, all I knew was I wanted more, and I aimed to have it!

In one motion I pushed her back on the pillows and entered her with a swift thrust. With my hard cock buried to the hilt,
she didn’t have time to react, just enjoy. And enjoy she did. She started thrashing about, wrapping her legs around my hips
and pulling me closer and tighter. Her eyes found mine, and she started talking trash.

“Feel how tight my cunt is for you, darlin’?” she said. “Stretch me, baby! Yeah, stretch your baby wide! Oh, fuck, yes!”

My mind was reeling. The friction of my cock rubbing against her tight walls only seemed to intensify the filth coming out
of her mouth, which in turn had me going over the edge of an explosive orgasm such as I had never known.

I think I actually blacked out for a second, because the next thing I knew I was on my back with my wife riding me like a
bronco, or maybe a bull! Her hair was a mess, and stuck to her face—she looked like she was crazed. I had already come, but
my cock managed to stay hard, at least hard enough to get her off. She came all over my stomach, and then I felt her vault
squeeze more juice out of my softening dick.

I couldn’t believe this was my wife—a simple woman who makes preserves, stitches quilts, and teaches Sunday school! You could
have knocked me over with a feather. All I could say for sure was that whoever this was in bed next to me, I hoped she was
fixing to stay for a while!

Then we were talking again. Or at least she was talking. I was still trying to figure out what the hell had just happened!

Simply put, she said, she wanted to show me how things could be, how she wanted things to be. She only hoped that I would
be on board for the ride, and would be willing to explore along with her.

I assured her hell yes, she didn’t have to ask twice! She wanted to know why I hadn’t said anything before, and I told her
the truth. I said I hadn’t wanted to upset her. She confessed that she had been holding back for the same reason. Now, for
whatever reason, she was done holding back, she said. She just wanted to be uninhibited and fresh and free.

“Not a problem,” I assured her. Actually, I said, it was a relief! And thus began our new world of sexual adventures.

One of my biggest fantasies, now that I allowed myself to acknowledge them, was to watch my beautiful wife getting fucked
by another man. The very thought of seeing her lose herself to a stranger made my mouth water and my dick as hard as a brick.
Eileen let me set it up, and within two weeks I had a front-row seat as my wife permitted another man to dip his wick in her
dripping hole. It was an amazing and intense feeling watching her face contort in wanton lust. She was obviously enjoying
herself, and I, too, had a deliciously wicked orgasm as my come seeped onto my fingers when my wife threw her head back and
hollered that she was coming.

I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight! And now it has become part of our sexual ritual. I set up the men, and she gets fucked
royally while I watch from some darkened corner, either in the closet or outside the bedroom window.

Once, I stayed under the bed and watched the action in the mirror on our dresser. It was erotic in its way, but there wasn’t
a lot of room to move around, which meant I really couldn’t jerk off. However, that didn’t stop me from exploding in my pants!
It was messy as hell, but it was still plenty enjoyable. And after her lover left, my wife rode me while replaying the experience
we had just shared.

This has been a most enjoyable adventure, and now there’s talk of Eileen taking on more than one partner. Wow! Be still, my
heart . . . and my cock!

—
N.T., Thunder Bay, Ontario
     

I watch my wife fuck around on me, and she hasn’t a clue! It all started when we moved to this rural town. Laurie got tired
of city life, with the noise, pollution, and fast pace, and wanted to go back to her roots. She lived on a farm until she
left to go to college. City life was exciting at first, but over time it had become stressful.

I met Laurie when we were both working in the same office. Oh, she was a vision: long, dark curls framing an angelic face,
with a small upturned nose that had a light dusting of freckles, and a trim, fit body that turned the head of every male in
the place.

After a few lunches and dinners, we got close and decided to move in together. She had a bigger place, so I just moved in
with her. Things were wonderful. We were both very successful, and we both made a ton of money. Sex was never a problem. Each
time we were together, we acted like two high school kids fucking for the first time.

It was a purely magical time. She could do things to my cock that I never dreamed of. Her feathery touch set off tingles that
coursed through my body and made my toes curl. After three years we got married, and things only seemed to get better. We
were both rising up the corporate ladder, and it didn’t bruise my ego that she was always a step ahead of me. Life couldn’t
have gotten any better. We decided early on that we didn’t want children, at least not till later. We traveled all over the
world and made lifelong friends along the way.

Perfect, right?

About two years ago things changed. Laurie started getting stressed out and was moody all the time. She said everything was
okay, but I could tell different. I knew my wife. Finally, on a particularly bad day for her, she blurted out that she had
had enough. She was ranting about the city and work and the noise. Everything under the sun was driving her crazy.

I had the bad sense to ask her if it was “that time of the month.” Big mistake! The shoe coming in my direction told me I’d
overstepped the line.

I went to comfort her. At first she tried to pull away, but once I started to kiss her forehead and rock her, it all came
out. Her words hurtled out so fast that she started to stutter. I told her to slow down, I could hardly understand her. That’s
when she laid it on the line. She was sick to death of city life and needed to move back to the quiet she’d known as a child.

Just like that I went from city slicker to country bumpkin. Okay, not entirely. I’d kept my job in the city while Laurie took
some time off. We were financially secure enough to do that. However, I needed to work. It was in my blood, and Laurie understood
that. So we compromised. And for a while it all seemed to work out.

Then I had a tough new account that required close handling over an extended period. So I had to spend some nights in the
city. It was just easier than going back and forth. Up till now, when this happened Laurie had been very understanding. Each
night I wasn’t home I’d call her just before I went to bed and we’d say good night. I’d miss her and she’d miss me, and when
I got home, we’d show each other just how much.

During this period I found myself having to stay away from home more often than before. Again, Laurie knew the demands of
my job, and seemed to go with the flow.

Then came a Friday when the only time I could meet with the client was on Saturday. I called Laurie and told her. I said I
didn’t know what time I’d be able to get out of the city, and there was a chance I might have to stay over Saturday night.
She said she’d miss me and would see me when I got home.