Letters to Penthouse XXXIV (18 page)

Leslie grabbed my arm and led me into the bedroom. She said she figured we might as well go crazy on this trip, but she would
stop if I didn’t like it. I said to go for it. I was enjoying it, too. She told me to go entertain myself in the hotel or
in town, because she had to get ready for her date.

So Jeff, Will, and I took off to lounge-hop some more, with Jeff telling me what an incredible time he had with Leslie and
making sure I was all right with it. Will, too, wanted to be sure things were okay. I said he better go rest, because Leslie
has a high energy level and he would need it!

On getting back to the suite, I found Leslie in our room, all made up again and in her new underwear and stockings, but with
no G-string this time. She had had her pussy waxed. It was smooth as it could be. She strolled over to me, kissed me, and
then brought my hand down to rub her shaved pussy.

I nibbled my way quickly down to it and started licking her snatch. It was smooth and wet and downright delicious. Pulling
my face as deep as she could into her pussy, she didn’t last five minutes. After she came, as I got up, I looked back and
saw Will with a huge smile on his face and a huge hard-on in his pants.

Leslie went into the bathroom and returned wearing a dress that left nothing to the imagination. Her nipples were all but
exposed, and the slit went all the way to her hip. She and Will left.

As I was deciding what to do, Jeff showed up and suggested we go out clubbing. We returned about one in the morning to find
Leslie bouncing up and down on Will’s lap, with him yelling like he was in his death agonies. She’d given him the sucking
of his life, and now was finishing him off with her pussy.

As soon as she saw us, she grinned and asked if all we intended to do was watch. We stripped down really quickly and spent
the next four hours sucking her and fucking her. Leslie and I slept most of the next day, and when we awoke, Will and Jeff
were gone. We were disappointed that we didn’t get to say good-bye. Then a messenger arrived with a package. In it was another
sexy dress, two cruise tickets, and a note that said they’d booked a stateroom. Hope we make our connection!

—
N.M., Oakland, California
     

My wife was going crazy, and she was taking me with her! We had been trying to get Eva knocked up the entire four years we
had been married. Finally a doctor had diagnosed me with a low sperm count. It didn’t exactly help that I’m in the merchant
marine and ship out for a full month every other month.

Eva insisted on using fertility drugs and freezing my semen for artificial insemination at the times when she was most likely
to conceive. Sex as ordinary people know it had ceased to exist for us. What’s more, our bank account was really feeling the
pain from it all.

As months passed and everything we tried failed, Eva sank into a depression, and coming home to a crying wife was making me
desperate. It was out of frustration and desperation that I hatched my idea—that Eva should sleep around during that month
when I was at sea. Surely someone with a normal sperm count could get her pregnant, especially with her on fertility drugs.
I just wanted my normal wife back!

As I prepared to leave the next time, I assured Eva that I loved her and would accept any baby she gave me. She seemed to
brighten but wasn’t ready to commit to sleeping around. She mentioned in passing that she might have to get a job to be able
to continue the fertility treatments. We didn’t talk further, as time was short and all I really wanted then was an hour of
normal sex before beginning my month of forced abstinence.

Two weeks later, I heard from a private investigator I’d hired to keep an eye on Eva. (With her depression, I wanted someone
to let me know if she was all right.) He reported that she was doing better and had gotten a job in a high-quality strip club.
(She had been a stripper when I first knew her, but she quit when we got married.) Now I recalled her mentioning having to
get a job. I guess I didn’t get how serious she was.

I really didn’t mind. The detective said he was working on details, and I would hear from him again shortly.

My last week at sea we got a mail drop that included a package from the detective. In it was a videotape. Late that night
I snuck into the rec room, while most of the crew was asleep. As I put the tape in the VCR and pushed the “play” button, my
heart was in my throat.

On the tape was my nearly naked wife stripping onstage (with the name of the club visible on the wall). As I watched Eva earn
tip after tip, I realized she had found the ideal spot to make a baby! If she took up my suggestion to sleep around, this
was the place, since this club was frequented by doctors and lawyers. She could pick and choose the father of our child!

When I got home, Eva told me about her job and offered sketchy details of how she was contemplating what I’d said about sleeping
around to get pregnant.

I hushed her. “As long as you’re doing everything you can, and you’re happy, I’m happy,” I assured her.

The month I was home, she left for work each night and returned in the early morning with a glow on her face. I never saw
her look so good. Our sex was great! We screwed like teenagers. No more jacking off into a jar in a sterile doctor’s office!
I was a happy man.

I had confidence that Eva would select a smart, successful father for our child. Once she was pregnant, she could retire from
stripping and be a stay-at-home mom. As time drew near for me to leave again, I asked Eva for one thing: to please stay at
the club where she was. I didn’t say why—that I knew the men who frequented it were professionals, not the seamen and oil-field
scum and rough migrant farm workers I’d seen in nearby clubs. I wanted the best sperm donor for our child!

I did say that getting pregnant was as important to me as it was to her, and whatever decisions she made, I would support.

My third night at sea, I was walking through the rec room, which was loud and noisier than usual, and I glanced in to see
what the guys were watching. To my horror I saw they had the tape of my wife sent by the detective! I must have left it in
the machine the month before. Thirty horny sailors were gazing with lust at my wife stripping!

This one guy bragged in a booming voice, “I found that tape in here just before we shipped back to land last month. It’s some
chick named Eva, the label says. Me and the crew watched it and saw the gal actually fuck some guys upstairs in that fancy
club. We bribed the harbor pilot to take us ashore early, then looked the little lady up. Did we have us a good time!”

Several guys guffawed as my nude wife lifted her large breasts and licked her nipples on the big-screen TV. I saw a couple
of men rubbing their cocks through their pants as they watched and listened.

A real bruiser spoke next: “Guys, the sea gods must have been smiling down on us to find that tape just then. When we got
to the club, the manager said it was Eva’s night to do her ‘special’ lap dances! We found us good seats, and you ain’t gonna
believe what happened.”

He paused and pointed at the screen as my wife shoved her ass in a guy’s face near the stage and the room broke into hoots
and cheers! My heart went to my throat at the thought of my sweet Eva nude in front of these brutish men.

Another rough guy told his story. “It was about 20 of us there one night. After seeing that movie, I had to see that sweet
ass up close and personal, if you get my drift.” The room filled with laughter at his crude remark. “We watched a few strippers,
but when our big-titted movie star came onstage, we went nuts! She made my dick so hard, I could have used it to drive nails!”

“Tell them about the lap dance,” a guy yelled from the rear of the room.

He continued, “After the show, the emcee said anyone wanting a ‘special’ lap dance could go upstairs. You should have seen
the stampede of men.

“Eva was in a small room looking out over the dance floor. I got there first and asked, ‘How much for a lap dance?’ The minx
looks me in the eye and says, ‘I don’t do lap dances, but I’ll fuck you for a hundred.’ I asked about a blowjob, and she said,
‘Whatever you want, as long as we fuck first.’

“When she saw the gang at the door she didn’t flinch. She just said she had to be back on the dance floor in two hours, so
whoever was interested better get their money and their dicks out.” For the next two hours she fucked and sucked most of the
crew.

“Crazy bitch always insisted on a straight fuck before she’d suck you off. She even took some guys up her asshole after she
was satisfied she had got all of their ‘good sperm.’ Bitch kept saying, ‘I need your good sperm first!’ After I donated a
month’s worth of come to her cooze, she let me come down her throat. As far as I was concerned, all the sperm I left in her
was ‘good sperm’!”

The room broke out in laughter. A fat cook yelled, “When we was through, she was full of ‘good sperm.’ Hell, she was a walking
sperm bank. That is, if she could still walk!”

Everyone fell out laughing—with one exception, me. My heart was pounding in my ears. The first guy now said, “I know some
guys on the ship’s other shift, and as I was boarding and they were deboarding I told them what happened while we were on
shore. They all said they were headed straight to Eva’s club. By the time word spreads to that whole crew, she’s gonna need
a vacation as they all show up looking to donate some ‘good sperm.’ Most of those guys ain’t married and have a month’s pay
in their pockets—and a hard-on.”

“They’s gonna have that cooze all worn out by the time we make it back,” an assistant cook whined.

With the next mail a second package came, with another tape. Again late at night I slipped into the rec room, and for the
next three hours I watched my sweet Eva service most of the men I work with—white, black, Mexicans, young and old, all filled
her pussy with “good sperm” before filling her asshole or her sweet mouth with what they had left. As I watched my fellow
seamen’s come run out of my wife’s cunt and ass, my dick got hard. I don’t know how she could perform onstage after each fuck
session upstairs, but she did. By my calculation she made 1500 dollars that night, and she works six nights a week. She had
also increased her chances of pregnancy tremendously, especially since another 20-plus horny seamen had most of a month to
knock her up before I could get back home.

As more tapes arrived, I continued to watch my wife taking on man after man, each time insisting on a straight fuck before
satisfying their more perverse desires. At one point, she appeared to have worn out the seamen’s dicks or bank accounts, as
her night was filled fucking an entire pro basketball team.

I wondered what kind of baby attributes she had in mind as she bent over a couch letting them fill her cunt to overflowing,
one after another, then allowed the second go-round to double-team her asshole and mouth. Before she returned to the dance
floor, the last few black cocks on the tape used her sweet red lips as their final release for any semen they had left. I
watched in awe as my Eva sucked off four huge cocks, one after the other. As she slurped the last cock, I realized from the
camera angle that she must have just blown the dick of my private dick! The hidden camera was so close to her mouth that I
could see his jism spew in her mouth. As she licked his warm come from his big balls, my come shot clear across the room from
me jacking off.

Each night, I rewatched my wife taking cock after cock while I pumped myself to climax imagining that the come she was swallowing
was mine. God, I missed her!

For months I kept my secret. My sweet Eva didn’t know I knew all about her “sperm donors” at the club. If she was willing
to take on dozens of strange men to get pregnant, I wasn’t going to embarrass her. I love her, and we now had a normal life
when we were together! No more artificial insemination! Pregnancy would make our lives perfect.

Month after month I returned home, but on this last trip I returned to a pregnant and happy wife! She had used a self-test
kit just a few hours earlier and had gotten a positive result. She was the happiest woman on the face of the earth, and I
was the happiest man, now that I knew my wife was no longer going to be a sperm receptacle for my coworkers and any guy with
money and a hard-on.

I would find out soon enough that I was wrong.

Eva didn’t know that I’d seen her fucking other men. I figured that as she was now knocked up, she would settle into the life
of a pregnant wife and mother. Which is where I’d figured wrong. She had become used to the money she made servicing men night
after night, and was unaware that I knew how many she fucked. She probably thought that I figured she’d gotten knocked up
by a lover.

I knew that the gang bangs she participated in had supplied her with not just copious amounts of sperm but thousands of dollars
in our checking account. Still, just before I left for sea, I had my pregnant wife promise to give up stripping when she was
no longer attractive to her customers. She also promised that no man but me would be between her legs!