Letters to Penthouse XXXIV (9 page)

Half an hour later, all of us were almost completely undressed. Although my dick was not quite as large as Art’s, it was also
good and hard, and I noticed Paula taking it in with some interest.

Art turned out to be the big winner, although with both my wife and Paula as naked as I was, I felt like a winner, too. Since
the game was over, Carrie picked up her panties and started to get dressed, but Art stopped her, saying that the games had
only begun. He informed us that since he was the winner, and it was his birthday, he got to pick the next game, too. This
one would be another variation, called Naked Twister, and would involve us oiling up our bodies to make things harder. Carrie
remarked that he seemed to be pretty hard already, but again I could tell she was intrigued.

Art then pulled out a bottle of oil and started rubbing it all over his body. We all watched as he spread the stuff over his
muscular chest, his tight ass, and his large hard dick. He then offered to help the women oil themselves up. Paula just grinned
at him and told him she could do it herself, and she proceeded to do so. Art then approached Carrie, and I was amazed when
she just stood there and let him rub her down with the oil. He did not miss a spot, and spent an extra-long time rubbing oil
on her tits and her already-wet pussy. Then he gave her a big kiss, and he and Carrie started playing while I oiled up. As
Art and my wife played, they found it very difficult not to fall. Their hands were covered with oil, and soon the game mat
was also slick with it, which made it almost impossible to stay in position without slipping and sliding all over each other.
At one point my wife was on all fours, with Art crouching behind her, getting a great view of her oiled-up ass and pussy.
At that point he decided not to wait for the next spin. Instead he crawled on top of Carrie and pretended to ride her like
a horse. This caused her to fall on her stomach, and Art to land on top of her with his dick between her thighs.

Art began to tickle her as he lay there, rubbing his hard, oiled dick between her ass cheeks. Carrie was laughing at first,
but then she stopped, the expression on her face changing from amusement to something else. She looked very concentrated,
and then I saw her eyes narrow and her mouth fall open, and I recognized the look that came over her now. It was ecstasy.
I realized that Art had slipped his large oiled dick between her slippery thighs and deep inside her wet pussy. At first he
tried to hide this from me and his girlfriend, but it was obviously no use; the sudden stillness of their bodies and the lustful
expression on my wife’s face gave them away.

After a minute Art could not keep still anymore, and he slowly began to slide his dick in and out of her. Carrie spread her
legs farther apart to give him more room to go deeper. Soon she was up on her knees, rocking back and forth to meet his thrusts,
moaning for him to go deeper as he fucked her doggie-style. It was obvious that my wife was not in control of herself at this
point. Her mind had shut off and her lust had taken control of her senses. I watched in amazement as her entire body started
to shake. She pushed back on Art’s dick faster and faster, and then she was screaming out her passion as they both lost control
and started to come.

They stayed in that position for a few minutes, rocking back and forth as the come dripped out of Carrie’s pussy and ran down
her leg. In all the years we’d been having sex, I had never seen her orgasm like that. Paula and I just stood there staring
as Art and Carrie finally uncoupled and rolled over with dazed looks on their faces. Art fumblingly tried to apologize, explaining
that he hadn’t meant things to go that far. At that point I wasn’t sure how I felt about all this, but my cock was harder
than ever.

I couldn’t tell whether Paula was upset or just as horny as I was when she told them to get off the mat, because it was our
turn. Neither Art nor Carrie made any objections as they moved away to make room for us.

If Paula wanted to play as my wife and her boyfriend had played, it was fine with me, but I wasn’t sure what to do next. But
I didn’t have to decide. The mat was extremely slippery, and as we stepped onto it we both went down. Paula landed on all
fours and I fell on top of her, but in the opposite direction, so that my head was over her ass, and hers was under my dick.
This gave me a great view, but wasn’t getting me any action. Then Paula flipped over onto her back, leaving us in a perfect
69 position. She took my hard, oily dick in her hands and began to stroke it, while I moved in on her pussy and started sliding
my tongue in and out as far as I could.

I was aware of Art and Carrie watching us intensely as Paula started to slide my dick in and out of her warm mouth, taking
it in deeper every time. The closer I brought her to orgasm with my tongue, the deeper she took in my throbbing dick. I knew
by this point I must either fill her mouth with warm come or switch positions. I also knew that the opportunity to fuck this
woman might never come again. So I pulled out of her mouth and gently flipped her onto her stomach.

What a view I had. This girl had the most incredibly tight-looking ass I had ever seen. I had to have it. I spread her legs
apart, then turned around and knelt between them, facing her ass. I reached over and found the bottle of oil that Art had
discarded. I poured some on my hand, then started to rub it onto Paula’s ass. As the oil dripped between her cheeks, I very
gently worked a finger up and down her crack, then slid it slowly into her anus. She moaned a little, wriggling her ass. Whatever
that meant, it didn’t seem like a protest. I took some more oil on my hand and rubbed it onto my dick.

Again I stole a glance at my wife, who was sitting there watching me as if she were transfixed. I then slid one hand under
Paula’s belly and positioned her on her knees. I now had perfect access to her pussy, which I started to fuck doggie-style
while stroking her clit with my fingers. After a minute I pulled my dick out of her, but continued to rub her pussy. Soon
she was moaning and rocking up and down on my hand. I could tell she was close to coming. I rubbed my dick between her ass
checks to make sure we were well lubricated, then positioned the tip at the entrance to her ass. Very slowly I started to
inch the head of my dick into her ass as I continued to massage her pussy.

Paula’s moans got louder. For a moment I thought she was objecting, until she started to rock her hips backward, forcing my
cock farther into her warm tight ass. Once I was about halfway in she pulled away slightly, and then thrust back at me again,
taking my dick completely inside her. Every inch of me was buried in that snug and squirmy ass. The sensation was like nothing
I had ever felt before.

Paula continued to rock back and forth, fucking my dick with her ass as I massaged her pussy with one hand and groped at her
tits with the other. She was emitting little cries now, sounding like a wild animal, and I could feel the biggest load of
my life building up inside me. I began fucking her as fast as I could until I exploded in her warm tight ass.

After that we all had another drink, and then Carrie and I showered off and we went home. That was the most incredible experience
I ever had, and I’m really not sure whether Art had meant all this to happen, or if it was totally spontaneous. All I do know
is that it will be hard to top it when my own birthday comes up next month.

—
E.S., Washington, D.C.
     

Thank you,
Penthouse Letters
! But for your magazine, my wife would never believe that men actually get off on watching their wives fuck other men. This
was in contrast with her initial response when I first raised the subject. It was the typical response I would expect any
loyal wife to have: utter surprise.

Though we have never strayed, I’ve been tempted, and until recently Stephanie didn’t have a clue. When I told her, she looked
hurt—no, shocked. She almost cried. That is, until I assured her that it wasn’t about actually fucking other women as much
as it was about doing something new and different and naughty.

My wife is amazingly beautiful. I know all your letter-writers say that, but she truly is, inside and out. She exudes class,
style, and beauty. At five-feet-six, 132 pounds, she’s curvy in all the right places. Her auburn hair frames her face and
sets her eyes off magnificently. She’s a lady in every sense of the word, and I can’t stress enough, strange as it sounds,
that the temptation I was feeling with other women wasn’t about the act of fucking them.

Enter
Penthouse Letters
!

I was at work and went to the bathroom. There was nothing else to read except a ragged old issue of your magazine. It was
the wife-watching issue, to be exact. As I sat there thumbing through the magazine, looking at the pictures of the hot ladies
that grace the pages (you do have some lovely ladies!), I realized it was the titles of the pieces that were catching my attention—all
having to do with wives stepping out, going wild, having multiple partners, and—the one that turned it all around for me!—husbands
watching their wives doing it with other men.

My God, I wasn’t prepared for what I was reading. I certainly wasn’t prepared for the extremely hard boner that it produced.
My cock was harder than I’d ever remembered, and getting harder still as I read some of those hot letters. I stroked myself
to two amazing orgasms while I read a few of these stories.

It was then I realized that this was what I needed—this was what we needed! After I cleaned up and caught my breath, I headed
back to work, but I couldn’t get those new images out of my mind: images of my wife beneath some handsome stud, screaming
out profanities (one of my favorite things) as he fed her his cock, slamming it into her creamy depths.

Wow, I was getting hard all over again! Soon I realized there was no way I could concentrate on my work at hand, and called
in to the main office and told them I was taking a half-day of personal time. With that, I ran out the door and jumped into
my car. Naturally I knew my first stop would have to be at a convenience store, to pick up another issue of your wonderful
publication. And it didn’t disappoint!

Simply put, as I said, my wife had had understandable misgivings when I raised the subject, but even then she hadn’t said
no either. Now I convinced her to let me read her a couple of letters from
Penthouse Letters
, and it wasn’t long before she was as turned on as I was.

After I read the third letter, she was moving about on the bed, turning from side to side, squeezing her hand between her
legs. She asked me to read slower! Of course I was happy to do as she asked, which only added to the turn-on I was experiencing
from the sight of her getting into this.

In a matter of moments she was frigging her clit and tweaking her nipples. Eventually she sent herself over the edge, causing
herself a thunderous climax.

Not wanting to leave me out, Stephanie slunk to her knees between my legs and pulled down my shorts, unleashing my raging
hard-on. She worked her lips up and down the side of my shaft while I continued to read on—somewhat halfheartedly, I have
to admit. When she sucked my cock into her mouth, I let out a gasp. And as she hummed her approval up and down my shaft, my
body jerked with a force I had never experienced as my cock exploded, shooting shot after shot of come down my wife’s throat.

She licked me dry, and we both collapsed on the bed, coming down from a high unlike any we had ever had the pleasure of experiencing.
The next thing I knew, my wife was asking how we should go about setting this up. And that was the start of our venture into
watching.

We decided to make it a friend who would be all for it. And we knew exactly who to ask. Philip has been a friend of ours for
more than a decade, and we knew that he was totally infatuated with Stephanie. We didn’t think there would be any reason to
feel uncomfortable about proposing the idea to him, or any problem persuading him!

It was decided that I would talk to him with a view toward setting something up for the following Saturday. As we expected,
there was no problem—just complete gratitude once Philip was persuaded, first, that Stephanie was on board and, second, that
it wasn’t a problem for me. Once that was cleared, and we were set for Saturday, there was no hiding his excitement, or ours!

That week I approached Stephanie several times for sex. I really needed to fuck her, and it was all I could think about. But
she simply wouldn’t have it! She was “saving herself” for Philip, she said. She wanted to be totally sexed up and slutty when
he took her. The mere fact that my wife was thinking this way had my dick at full mast almost constantly that week. I was
jerking off three times a day. I pulled my cock so much, and so hard, I was afraid it would fall off!

Finally the day came. Fuck the “preliminaries”! Stephanie was waiting in the bedroom in a one-piece see-through teddy—tits
out of the top, her pussy barely concealed at all. I brought Philip right in, and he immediately drooled at the sight of her.