Letters to Penthouse XXXIV (24 page)

I didn’t pull out. I just kept going. I was so turned on that I didn’t soften. Jenna’s pussy was like some sort of suction
device that just kept sucking me back in. Now I began to fuck her for real, knowing it would be awhile before I came again.

I was fucking Jenna hard now, and she cried out with each thrust. In addition, the headboard banged into the wall with each
thrust. She lay there and took it like a champ, her body throbbing with pleasure. Finally she began to shake uncontrollably,
her eyes rolled back, and she was gasping and humming like she was possessed. It was awesome!

I’ve gone back to Jenna’s several nights a week ever since. I don’t know how long I can keep my wife from finding out, and
I think about the kids, but I can’t help my-self. I found out to my relief that Jenna’s on the Pill. So each time is as wild
as the first.

I know this is apt to end badly, but like I said, I just can’t help myself. For now, I couldn’t be happier.

—Name and address withheld
     

It all started a little over a year ago, when Howie and Denise moved their trailer into the vacant spot next to ours. My shy,
almost timid 24-year-old wife, Pauline, and I had lived there even before we got married three years ago. Until my wife started
hanging out next door, our sex life was more than a bit boring. But our new neighbors caused that to change pretty quickly.

Unlike my wife, Denise is a very outgoing sex goddess who loves to show off. The freaky thing is that Denise and Pauline are
almost the same age, height, and weight. However, Denise has a set of big beautiful double-Ds that look too good to be natural,
whereas my beautiful Pauline is a perky but modest B cup.

Howie’s job with a construction company keeps him away from home a lot. He’s often gone for months at a time. Not very long
after they moved in, Howie went away on a job. While he was gone, however, I noticed that a lot of guys were constantly coming
and going next door. I said something about this to my wife, who surprised me by saying that Denise was just having a little
fun. And when Howie came back, he didn’t seem to mind that his hot wife had been fucking other men.

Pretty soon Howie and Denise started hosting wild weekend parties that went on late into the night. Eventually Pauline and
I got invited to one. Howie made sure that I got drunk—drunk enough to pass out. I woke up at home in our bed, hung over and
nauseated, with a pounding headache and very much alone. My wife had obviously spent the night somewhere else. I finally got
myself together enough to go next door looking for her. Denise let me in, and there was Pauline, naked on the couch, in the
arms of some guy I had never seen before.

Eventually my newly wild wife looked up at me standing there watching in shock. She gave me a naughty grin and said she didn’t
think I’d mind if she had some fun with Howie’s friends, since I had gotten shit-faced drunk and gone to bed without her.
Well, what could I do? I simply told her to have a great time and walked back to our trailer with a rock-hard cock in my pants.

When Pauline came home a few hours later, our relationship was completely changed, and it was never the same again. I still
loved her, and I didn’t let the fact that she now enjoyed sleeping with other men come between us. In fact, it had its definite
advantages. Before our new neighbors moved in, my wife was a shy tomboy, dressing in baggy T-shirts and jeans, always with
a bra to keep her bouncy B cup tits restrained. The entire time I had known her, she had never worn much makeup, or done anything
with her long straight hair other than shampoo it. However, following that party, she started wearing lipstick and makeup,
even painting her nails and letting them grow long. She began to spend more and more time with Denise, who talked her into
cutting her hair short and coloring it a beautiful strawberry blonde. She also started dressing more provocatively, finally
going braless in public.

With my blessing, I watched Pauline turn into a insatiable cock-craving slut. She soon started spending most of her nights
next door, fucking Denise’s men friends and anyone else who came along. And when she came home, she would demonstrate for
me all the new things she was learning to love. For the first time in our relationship, she actually enjoyed giving head.
Instead of turning away when I came, she would hold on tight and gobble up my spunk like candy. With all the sex she was getting,
her formerly dry, tight pussy became loose, creamy, and delicious. Then one day, as I licked out her now-shaved crotch, she
asked me to put a finger up her butt. I was a little shocked by how easy it was to slip a finger all the way in there. Pauline
purred with lust, begging me to add another finger. That’s how she let me know she was enjoying anal sex with the men she
fucked next door.

My wife and I were soon fucking like newlyweds again, in the shower, the living room, the kitchen, anywhere and any way we
could think of. I quickly decided that having a hot slut for a wife was preferable to being tied to the mousy prude she used
to be, and I told her so.

After a few weeks Howie took off again, this time on a job that would keep him away from home for six months or more. Pauline
and Denise were soon spending even more time together. They went out on the town almost every night, like two single women
horny for sex, and Pauline started getting home later and later.

Then late one Sunday afternoon, Denise’s little red convertible came purring into her parking space just as the sun was setting.
I hadn’t seen my wife since she and Denise had taken off together Saturday night for a little fun. I watched out the kitchen
window as two more cars followed and parked right behind the convertible. I expected my wife to be riding with Denise, but
when our sexy neighbor emerged, I was surprised to see two black guys get out with her instead. I was just starting to wonder
where Pauline was when the doors of the second car opened and she stepped out, accompanied by four studs and a cloud of smoke.
At the same time, five more guys wrestled their way out of the third car. Both women were disheveled and half-naked, and they
both looked like they were in heaven as they headed for Denise’s trailer. My wife beamed with lust as she looked over at me,
watching from our kitchen window. She winked, then blew me a kiss as she disappeared into Denise’s love shack.

My hot wife still wasn’t home by the time I left for work Monday morning. I couldn’t stop thinking about her all day long,
and needless to say, my mind was not where it should have been. At the end of the day I ran home like a bat out of hell, but
Pauline still wasn’t there, and she wasn’t at Denise’s either.

Several hours later Denise’s little red convertible finally pulled up next door. When Pauline stepped out she looked like
a hot model from a men’s magazine. She had her hair all done up and was wearing a most provocative dress. Needless to say,
my cock was rock-hard. This time she came straight over to our trailer. As soon as she came in she took me by the hand and
led me to the bedroom, pushing me down on our bed. She jumped on top of me and stripped while giving me a hot lap dance. Then
she told me that she and Denise were working as exotic dancers. She explained that until Howie got home, Denise was going
to work as a stripper downtown, and Pauline had eagerly agreed to tag along and learn the trade. After telling me this, she
kissed me with such passion that I nearly came right there.

As I made love to Pauline she told me about how much she enjoyed dancing naked up onstage at this strip club. I ran my hands
up and down her long legs as she spread them wide for me. She took my hand and brought it to her pussy, which was oozing sticky
love honey like an overflowing beehive. I almost came again when I felt something metallic and realized that she had had her
pussy lips pierced and had inserted a small gold ring.

I climbed in between her sticky thighs, slipping my cock into her hot pussy as that ring rubbed up against me. She wrapped
her legs around my waist, cooing with lust as my cock went deeper and deeper into her creamy wet cunt. She clenched her vaginal
muscles tight around my prick, and then when I was all the way inside she relaxed. It felt as though my eight-inch cock was
disappearing into the massive cavern that had once been her tight love hole. Her honeypot was now stretched permanently, as
it seemed, and was easier to get into, but she had far greater muscle control, which made it ideal. She kissed me passionately
as we rolled around on the bed. She stopped to tell me that she hoped I could handle the fact that I was now living with a
cock-hungry stripper. If not, she said, she would move in with Denise until she could find some stud who could handle her.
She knew my answer before I did. I didn’t care how many men she fucked. She was having the time of her life, and besides,
when she was with me she was my loving and passionate wife.

For the next six months Pauline and Denise worked full-time at this strip club, which had a pretty wild reputation. Pauline
never got home much before dawn, and when she did she reeked of sex, cheap perfume, stale beer, and smoke. She and Denise
even spent two weeks in another city making a porn film.

What saved our marriage was that Pauline never forgot that I was her husband. Most of the time, even after dancing all night
and then fucking a few guys, she still had the energy for a good romp with me when she crawled into bed. I loved the feel
of her sloppy wet pussy when she got home from a busy night.

When Howie returned, the parties next door resumed whenever the girls weren’t working. But after a few weeks he took off again.
Then one night Pauline came home and announced that she and Denise had gotten an offer to work in Las Vegas for a few months.
It seemed the owners of the club had several businesses there as well, and told them they could make a lot of money. I didn’t
think it was just for dancing, but I was sure Pauline knew that, too.

The two of them drove off in Denise’s red sports car a little over a month ago. Pauline told me she loved me and promised
to tell me all about their adventures when she got home. But that won’t be for several months yet.

—
R.C., Chicago, Illinois
     

While as a rule my wife, Erin, is not especially outgoing, at times she will be hit with an exhibitionistic urge that can
leave her wet and ready to fuck. Usually it manifests itself in quick flashes of her beautiful 36C tits to some lucky stranger,
but last weekend we took it to a whole new dimension.

It was a rainy weekend, and by Saturday evening we were just looking to get out of the house. We saw that one of the local
bars was featuring a hot new band, so we decided we’d go and see what all the fuss was about.

The place was packed. We got a couple of beers and stood against a column in the back, hoping a spot at a table would open
up. Erin was standing in front of me, and at one point I slipped my hand under her shirt so I could feel the curve of her
waist and hips, and she leaned back into me.

A long padded bench ran along the length of the back wall, with several tables facing it. Most of it was occupied by young,
rough-looking kids, but at the very end an older man, maybe 45 or 50, sat at a table by himself. I saw that there was just
enough room for me to squeeze in, and for Erin to sit on my lap, which was just fine with us. I asked the man if he minded,
and he shook his head no. It was probably the best decision he made all year.

I sat down, and Erin slipped onto my lap, facing the older man. I slid one arm around her, my hand going up under her shirt
to rub her back and side some more. She leaned over and kissed me, then very casually took my other hand and slid it up under
the front of her shirt. I was delighted to find that she’d left her bra at home, and I began to fondle her tits.

I heard her catch her breath softly as her nipples hardened. After a minute she kissed my neck, and then whispered into my
ear, “Our neighbor is loving the show.” With that she unbuttoned a couple of buttons on her blouse, exposing a large expanse
of her upper breasts to anyone who chose to look—and one particular person was choosing to look closely. I never looked at
him, but at one point, just to make sure we had his attention, I began to use both hands on her tits, my arms pushing her
blouse up so that the lower part of them was also exposed. As I did, Erin reached down and pressed her hand against the bulge
in my pants.