Letters to Penthouse XXXIV (11 page)

I said, “I’ll get there just as soon as I can.”

She said, “Okay, call first to make sure I’m here.”

And then we hung up. It wasn’t till a few minutes later that it dawned on me how strange this was. Why would I call home before
heading there? I’d never done that! But as quickly as I had the thought, that’s how quickly it went out of my mind.

I met with the client on Saturday. We had a marathon session, but by three that afternoon he was satisfied on all particulars!
I was amazed and delighted to have accomplished all of that, and so quickly.

As I prepared to set out on the long drive, those odd words of Laurie’s suddenly came back to me: Call first. I did, but she
didn’t answer. So I left a message, saying that I’d finished up earlier than expected and was on my way home.

All through the drive, my mind focused on the fucking I was going to give my sexy wife when I walked through the door. I was
unbelievably horny, and the closer I got to home, the harder my cock got. I imagined bending Laurie over the piano in the
living room and reaming her tight pussy from behind. I love taking her that way. I hoped she’d been working in the garden
so she’d have that sweaty sheen I love so much.

As I pulled into the driveway, I noticed Rudy the handyman’s truck there. Laurie had asked him to help put in some trees and
do some landscaping. Rudy is a great guy. He and Laurie knew each other when they were kids. He lived on a farm about a mile
from our place and made his living landscaping and farming.

I left my briefcase in the car and walked into the house and called for Laurie. When she didn’t answer, I went to the kitchen
to get a cold beer and wait for her. In the kitchen I heard noise overhead, which threw me and caused me to look up. Over
the kitchen is the guest room, and I couldn’t imagine why I would be hearing voices there.

I listened some more and confirmed that someone was talking up there. Figuring it was Laurie, I went upstairs and made my
way to the end of the hall. The door was slightly ajar, and through it I heard what sounded like gasping and moaning. My first
thought was that Laurie was getting herself off, and that thought made me hard as hell. My second thought was that she should
have closed the door in case Rudy came by, so he didn’t catch her in an embarrassing situation.

As I moved closer, I loosened my tie. I was excited at the prospect of what lay beyond that door. I was about to stick my
head in when Laurie yelled out that she was coming. Then a male voice cried out, “Oh, God, baby! Damn, you’re so tight!”

It took all of three seconds to register. I knew now that Rudy was fucking my wife, and she was enjoying the hell out of it.
I leaned back against the wall and tried to collect my thoughts. My mind was reeling. I could bust in and beat the hell out
of him, punch his lights out. Or run in there and demand to know what the hell was going on. But my feet wouldn’t move.

Then, amid the creaking of bedsprings, I heard Laurie say, “Lie in the middle, cowboy. I’m gonna ride you till you shoot your
load in my twitching cunt.” And a groan came from the strapping farmer nestled between my wife’s sweet thighs.

I forced myself to look. I was shaking, and realized it was with anticipation—anticipation of actually seeing my wife impaling
herself on her lover’s hard cock. Mine was out in front of me, as if it had a mind of its own.

And there she was: a vision of uninhibited sex. A wanton, sex-hungry harlot, her head thrown back, sweat coursing down her
body, her eyes closed, bouncing happily up and down, undulating her hips to and fro on Rudy’s stiff rod—as I watched!

What possessed me to stand there and watch, I couldn’t say. I just knew it was the most erotic sight I’d ever seen, and my
cock ached for release. I stood there and silently opened my zipper. As my wife slammed herself down, Rudy thrust upward,
meeting her and holding her hips so as not to throw her off his dick. I had my hard-on in one hand, stroking it, while I rubbed
my come-filled balls with the other hand.

I didn’t avert my eyes for a second as they continued on to a volcanic orgasm, which made my twitching, come-filled nut sac
push what seemed like a gallon of come out of my one-eyed monster. I grabbed as much of it as I could with my shirt and stomach.
Some spilled, but not enough to notice, and as the lovers came down from their enjoyment, I quietly slunk back out and made
my way back out the door, into my car, and down to the gas station.

When I got there, I sat in the car and replayed what I’d just seen. My cock grew again. My wife had a lover, and watching
them fuck turned me on like nothing I had experienced. I was amazed that my response wasn’t jealousy or, better yet, anger,
but raw lust!

With my cock swollen, I pleasured myself once more as I sat there in the car. In minutes an intense orgasm came. I could hardly
believe I had anything left to choke out, but again I found myself having to clean up a pool of jism.

I called Laurie from the gas station, and this time she picked up. I told her I was about 20 minutes away and asked if she
needed anything. “Just you,” she said dreamily.

I thought, “Yeah, right!”

When I got home, Rudy’s truck was gone and Laurie was freshly showered. She raced into my arms and hugged and kissed me. I
stopped her before she could get to my trousers and said I really needed a shower, but to get a couple of beers out and I’d
be right down. For a woman who’d just got her pussy stretched, she acted like she hadn’t been fucked in weeks. If this was
the payoff for her fucking around, I wasn’t going to complain.

As I came out of the bathroom, with a towel wrapped around my waist, Laurie was standing in the hallway with a mischievous
grin. She came toward me, starting to undress as she did. Her tits and mound seemed to glow, and I was getting an erection,
which she took in her hands and started rubbing.

Then she got on her knees and took my cock in her mouth. Her hand went to my balls, which were tight from her touch. As she
sucked me to full hardness, I kept picturing her riding Rudy. I brought her up and spun her around facing the window, and
without ceremony pushed her head into the pillows on the bed and with one thrust shoved my length deep in her. She screamed
out and started humping back into me.

The feeling was amazing. Her pussy, which I thought would be stretched out, was actually tight and wet. Dripping might be
more accurate. As I pumped into her, I thought it was Rudy’s come I was feeling and not hers, and that thought helped sustain
an orgasm even stronger than the one I’d had an hour earlier when I saw them screwing.

Laurie fell forward with the force of my thrusting. She moaned that she was coming and begged me not to stop. I thrust away
through my orgasm until I was out of breath and exhausted. Both satiated, we collapsed and fell into a deep sleep.

When we woke up, Laurie said that that was one of the most intense fucks we had ever had, and wondered what had gotten into
me. I said I had just missed her more than ever. She snuggled up against me and said she’d missed me, too.

As far as I know, she still doesn’t know I saw her with Rudy. They’ve gotten together numerous times since. I don’t know exactly
how many times, but I know of seven for sure, ’cause I was there, up close and personal! Once I thought Rudy saw me, but he
doesn’t seem to have said anything.

It’s a system that works for me. Laurie gets fucked, and then we fuck, and it’s all simply fucking great.

—
G.V., York, Pennsylvania
     

My wife, Rona, and I had been married about a year when we decided to take a vacation trip to our favorite Caribbean island.
We had been there on a few previous occasions, and each time we’d had a pretty wild time. But I had no idea just how outrageous
this trip was going to be.

We were staying at a first-class resort, located atop some solid rock cliffs around fifty-feet high. It was an upscale place,
but it seemed to cater to tourists who embraced the bohemian lifestyle. There was weed everywhere. The drinks were strong
and constantly flowing. Nudity, while not officially permitted, was certainly tolerated and often indulged in.

Our cottage was an adorable little one-bedroom affair that looked out directly over the sea, with a large picture window framing
the entire scene. As soon as we arrived, Rona and I smoked a big spliff that we had purchased on the road to the resort. It
was powerful stuff, and we got very high very quickly. Rona then stripped naked in front of me and slinked into one of her
new bikinis. She looked incredible. She was already very dark from using our tanning bed at home, and her white string bikini
accented her caramel skin, as well as highlighting her perfect 34D breasts, her sweet curvy ass, and her delicious thighs.
At 38 she has a better body than most women in their 20’s. Lucky me. “Come on, baby,” Rona said seductively. “Let’s go find
one of those secluded spots where we can lie out naked and get tan all over.”

Her words caused my nine-inch cock to stir between my legs. “Okay,” I said agreeably. “That sounds hot, but first I want to
dive off that cliff we saw when we first came in. It’s gotta be forty-feet high, and I want to jump off that thing before
I lose my courage.”

“Don’t you mean before you lose your buzz, honey?” Rona joked. “All right, it’s your funeral. Meanwhile I’ll go find us a
place, and I’ll let you know where I am.”

“Wait a minute. How are you gonna let me—”

“Don’t worry about it,” she said, grinning. “Trust me, you’ll be able to find me. I think I’ll be hard to miss.”

I had only the faintest suspicion of what she had in mind, but I shrugged and said okay. We left the cottage and walked up
to the bar area, where we both grabbed a Red Stripe. I began chugging mine to bolster my sagging courage. Rona gave me a kiss
and said I would see her very soon.

As I approached the jump-off point of the cliff, I saw two guys standing there, sharing a huge joint. I walked over and introduced
myself, and they offered me a hit. I was now getting very high. The guy who handed me the joint was Edgar, a good-looking
muscular guy in his late 20’s, with blond hair. The other dude was named Tim. He was in his early 30’s and had dark brown
hair, green eyes, and a rock-hard athletic physique.

It seemed that they, too, were trying to build up the balls to hurtle themselves downward to the waters below. It turned out
that Edgar was the son of the owner of the resort. He said he had been trying for years to get up the courage to jump. Tim
was Edgar’s friend and was there with his wife, who, he said, was still sleeping off last night’s hangover. As we stood there
bullshitting and getting higher, I noticed Edgar staring past me toward the rocky cliffs. “Holy shit, dude! Check out that
girl over there,” he exclaimed in an excited half-whisper.

“Oh, my god!” Tim said, following his gaze. “She is fucking hot!”

I turned to look, and saw my Rona, completely nude, lying face up in a lounge chair on a small ledge cut into the rocks. Her
large round breasts stood up firmly, and even from this distance we could all see that her nipples were rock-hard. Her flat
tummy was so tan and glistening that I wanted to blow a big load of hot jizz all over it.

As we all stared, Rona raised her head and looked straight at us, then waved. She knew the effect she was having, all right.
I knew that this was what she had meant when she said I wouldn’t have any trouble finding her.

Just as I was thinking, with a mixture of exasperation and amusement, about what a cock-tease she was, she rolled over, got
up on all fours and gave the three of us a clear view of her round, tan, firm ass. Then she lay down flat on her stomach,
with that little peach of an ass jutting temptingly into the air.

“Holy shit!” Edgar and Tim said simultaneously, and they both started exclaiming about how great this was, and how they wished
they had a camera and so on.

“Guys, guys,” I said. “Take it easy. That’s my wife over there.”

“Oh, shit!” Edgar said. “Sorry, dude.”

“Yeah, no offense,” Tim chimed in. “But man, you are one lucky son of a bitch!”

I told them it was okay, and that I couldn’t blame them for getting excited. And I agreed that I was a lucky son of a bitch.
Then I got a great idea. If Rona could play sneaky tricks, so could I. I told the two guys what I had in mind, and they agreed
that would be fun, whatever happened.

The three of us then proceeded to strip naked, right there. Now I am very well hung, but these guys were even bigger. Tim’s
cock had to be a foot long. I was impressed, and I suspected Rona would be as well.

“Hey, honey!” I yelled from atop my perch. Rona turned around and saw the three of us all lined up, completely nude. I saw
her mouth form the words, “Oh, my god!” And at that point the three of us jumped off the cliff.

We all screamed on the way down. We seemed to be falling for a week, but then we hit the water, and it was great! The cool
sea felt fantastic as it received my naked body and then bore me back up to the surface.