Letters to Penthouse XXXIV (2 page)

I motioned to Bonnie for her to meet me around the house to let me know what was going on. Once we got there, she said that
Anthony was a perfect choice. She was convinced that he was a virgin, and I reflected that that meant she was more likely
to let him fuck her without a condom.

She added that even though she was nervous as hell, this might be our one opportunity to live out this fantasy. She said she
was willing to give it a try if I was up for it. But she also said that there would have to be no regrets, whether it happened
or it didn’t. I agreed entirely, and without hesitation encouraged her to proceed. She said it would probably be best if she
just led Anthony to believe he was catching her in an alcohol-induced moment of weakness. She had already told him she was
married but had said she had no idea where her husband was.

That’s why she’d excused herself briefly at the fire. She said she was going to find me and “check in,” and she’d be back
in a while.

I was so turned on that I was shaking. To my surprise and delight, Bonnie now seemed to take charge! She led me around several
houses and through a yard, and we picked what looked like a good place—a good place both for her to take him and for me to
watch. She was definitely a little tipsy at this point. I kissed her deeply before she headed back to the fire. Then I waited
quietly in unbearable anticipation, praying that she would show up with the young man. The 20 minutes it took before she returned
seemed like an eternity. But when I saw her leading him to the spot we had picked out, I knew that my fantasy might really
happen!

I couldn’t hear their conversation, but I could see that they were getting closer and closer, and also quieter and quieter.
It didn’t take long, and even though I couldn’t make out the conversation, I could tell when the sounds of conversation had
stopped. I knew that meant that it was time for the show to begin.

Initially, they just kissed and hung all over each other. In the darkness I was just barely able to make out Bonnie’s tan
lines, so I knew her shirt was up and her breasts exposed. Anthony’s hands were roaming all over her sexy body as the two
of them made out like teenage lovers. Then she leaned back against a tree, and I could tell that he was sucking on her nipples,
switching back and forth between her beautiful breasts.

Then I saw the familiar flash of Bonnie’s silky white panties, and I knew Anthony had his hands under her skirt. At some point
she got down on her knees and started manipulating his shorts. While looking around nervously, he ran his fingers through
her long hair and put one of his hands up against the tree.

I couldn’t make out much detail, but I knew my wife was bobbing her head as Anthony thrust his hips gently back and forth,
still looking around to see that they weren’t seen.

I couldn’t believe my fantasy was really happening!

I was stunned to see that my shy wife was so prepared to suck another guy’s cock, but there she was—and she sure looked like
she was doing a hell of a job. The kid fucked her mouth for a minute or two, and I started to think that Bonnie had decided
just to give him a good blowjob. I figured she just didn’t feel comfortable enough with him to be as intimate with him as
to fuck without protection.

Part of me really wanted to see Anthony come in Bonnie’s mouth, but a bigger part of me wanted to see him come deep inside
her belly. After several minutes, she stopped sucking him and stood up. I couldn’t tell if he had blown his load down her
throat or if she was going to take it to the next level. But when she leaned up against a tree and lifted her skirt, I knew
what was coming next!

Anthony slipped Bonnie’s silky white panties down to her knees, then got on his knees and buried his face in her crotch, kissing
and licking her trimmed pussy from top to bottom. Given his youth, I was surprised that he found just the soft, steady rhythm
she prefers.

Within minutes her knees were buckling. He paused briefly to keep her from falling, then licked her clean. I could just about
see the outline of her pussy lips as he spread them with every swipe of his tongue.

Anthony stood up and dropped his pants around his ankles, fully exposing his hard cock. Bonnie wasted no time working it into
her—slowly at first, until it looked like he was all the way in her. They rocked together up against the tree for several
minutes, during which he got into a good rhythm and brought her to climax again. He kissed her deeply as she came, perhaps
to keep her quiet!

I was wondering if the kid had blown his wad inside Bonnie—until I saw her turn around and face the tree, put both hands up
against the trunk, and stick her ass out toward him. He took another look around, lifted her skirt over her waist, and then
worked himself into her from behind.

His hands were clasping her hips, presumably for stability, as he wrapped his legs around the outside of her thighs. He thrust
himself into her in a rhythmic upward motion, fucking her hard for a minute or two before she came again. He stopped and balanced
himself, then stood entirely still. His muffled groans told me he had just unleashed his youthful seed inside my wife.

I heard quiet talking as they both dressed quickly. Then Anthony disappeared into the night.

I sat there in amazement. My cock was hard, and I felt like I could come then and there. Bonnie looked over my way before
disappearing into the darkness herself. I couldn’t believe what a turn-on it was to actually witness another guy, especially
such a hot young one, giving my wife such a good fucking. It was so
Desperate Housewives
!

I made my way discreetly back to our tent and waited eagerly for my wife to arrive. When she did, she had a devilish grin
on her face. She said she still believed Anthony had been a virgin, and apparently was quite nervous because of his inexperience
as well as the fact that she was married.

She crawled on top of me and guided my hand under her skirt and inside her panties. She was totally turned on at the idea
that she had just let this young stud shoot off in her pussy. She added that when he came, she felt his cock throbbing and
squirting what felt like a huge load of come inside her.

Anthony’s warm semen was even now still draining out of Bonnie. I pulled her panties down and rolled her over, and then buried
my face in her crotch. I was so turned on by this whole thing, I didn’t mind tonguing her used pussy clean until she came
again.

I gave Bonnie a minute to recuperate before I sat up and pushed my hard-on into her. It slid in easily, making use of her
young lover’s cream to grease the way for my sloppy seconds. In just a minute or two I unleashed my load inside her, and I
have to say that I’ve never experienced an orgasm of that intensity.

After I pulled out of Bonnie, I just squatted there looking at her. She looked sexier than I’d ever seen her, lying there
with her legs spread and her pussy dripping with come, a mixture of the loads that Anthony and I had deposited in her.

Since that night, our sex life has caught fire, and Bonnie has expressed interest in taking a more active part in selecting
potential future partners for our little secret fantasy. We talk about it often, and have often expressed the hope that young
Anthony will be at the party again this summer. Even though she won’t promise to let him fuck her again, we agreed that if
we do run into him, we may try to establish a longer-term sort of relationship.

We decided it would be best if she told him that I found out what happened last summer and not only was okay with it but wanted
her to do it again, provided she kept it exclusive with him. That should give him the go-ahead he needs to fuck her again,
and to see if he might be interested in getting together more regularly for discreet encounters. I would love to have a deserving
young guy I like and trust to enjoy fucking my wife as often as she’ll let him.

It goes to show that some married women will fuck other guys to please their husbands and add spice to their own sex lives.
I wish I had known a couple like us when I was Anthony’s age!

—
L.N., Tallahassee, Florida
     

My story starts with the fact that I love reading accounts of husbands watching their lovely wives get fucked by other men.
My wife is a very sexy 30-year-old Latina. We had been married for three years, and our sex life was totally fine—or so I
thought. One night during sex I brought out a huge dildo I’d bought that morning. As I licked Carmen’s pussy, I slid the dildo
in. She went wild, moaning louder and louder as I slid it in deeper and deeper. I started to talk while I fucked her with
the dildo, saying stuff like, “Ooh, you like a big cock, don’t you?” and “Don’t you love the way it fills your pussy?” She
moaned things like, “Yes, I love a huge cock in my pussy,” and, “Fuck me deep!” I couldn’t believe how hard she came!

After she recovered, we lay in bed talking about how much she loved it. She said it was a long time since she had a really
big cock in her, and she forgot how much she loved it. I asked her why she didn’t say anything sooner, and she said it was
because I don’t have a big cock, so what would be the sense in telling me?

I said that I love her and would do anything to make her happy. She got quiet for a while, then said, “And what could you
do?”

I said I didn’t know, but I would think about it.

The next night I showed Carmen my copies of
Penthouse Letters
, especially the “Someone’s Watching” and “Open Season” type of letters. She read a few of them, and I knew she was getting
horny. I took out the dildo and started fucking her while she read. She started saying things like, “Ooh honey, his cock is
so big,” and, “He’s fucking me so good.”

When she said that, I moaned uncontrollably.

She laughed and said, “Does that turn you on? Does the thought of your wife getting fucked by a big cock make you hard?”

I groaned, “Yesss!”

She laughed again and said, “Why does it turn you on? Is it ’cause your cock is too small to fill me up?”

I groaned even louder.

“Ooh,” she said, “does the thought of a huge cock pounding into me get your little cock all hard? I bet you would love to
see me getting fucked by a big cock. Maybe even join in? Oh, I don’t mean that you’ll fuck me. Maybe I’ll tell him to let
you suck his cock.” When she said that, I all but came on the spot! She laughed and took the dildo out of her pussy and said
for me to lick it. I kept looking into her eyes while she fed the dildo down my throat. I was in heaven.

She said the reason she loves big cocks is that I have a small one. She said that from now on she would go out and find nice
big cocks to fuck, and if I’m a good little slut, maybe she’ll let me suck the come out of her pussy—and maybe, if the guys
want to, they’ll let me watch while they stuff her pussy full.

Since Carmen was fucking my mouth with the dildo, I could only nod, but she understood my eagerness. Ever since then, she
has been sucking and fucking guys with big cocks. She comes home with her pussy filled with their come, then sits on my face
and lets me lick it all out while she tells me how good they fucked her. Sometimes she fucks my ass with a dildo while she
tells her stories.

Lately Carmen has been telling me that the next step is to dress me up and take me to a strange town so we both can pick up
guys with huge cocks. It sounds like a plan to me!

—
J.A., Milwaukee, Wisconsin
     

My wife was away on a business trip, and my good friend Larry had invited me to his house for dinner. Judy and I had been
friends with Larry and his wife Erin for a few years. We had vacationed together and spent many a drunken night in a hot tub—but
always with bathing suits on. Nothing had ever happened, although I would have loved it if it had, because Erin was hot. She
was about five-feet-four and very athletic-looking, with long red hair, and she had huge breasts that looked even larger than
they were on her small tight frame. I had often dreamed of kissing those gorgeous tits, but had never had the nerve to even
suggest anything like that.