Letters to Penthouse V (27 page)

As I peeked into my bedroom, I saw my wife and Neil lying on the bed with all their clothes still on, but engaged in a passionate kiss. My wife said to Neil, “I told you I give great goodnight kisses.” Diane, although pretty drunk and very interested in kissing, was reluctant to let Neil go any further.

But soon he was running his hands all over Diane’s body, eventually centering on her succulent breasts. Giggling, she said, “Come on, Neil. I’m a married woman. We shouldn’t be doing this. At least not in my husband’s bed.” Neil just laughed as he unbuttoned her blouse and reached in to lift her left tit from its bra cup. Diane put up no resistance, sighed and closed her eyes. She pulled him down and let him take one stiff nipple into his mouth. In a matter of minutes Diane’s blouse and bra were on the floor and, for the first time in our marriage, she was topless in front of the another man.

Neil began to run his hands all over her legs, slowly inching his way under her skirt and up to her crotch. My wife was biting her lip and beginning to breathe hard—sure signs of arousal. She ran her hands all over his ass, thighs and crotch, but never touched his erection, which by now was visible through his slacks. She was getting off just playing with him.

After five minutes of this, Neil stood up and slowly pulled off his pants and shirt. Diane began to squirm as she gazed at his hairy chest and the huge erection that was now hidden only by his underpants. Seconds later he pulled off his shorts, revealing the biggest cock I have ever seen. It was nearly a foot long and as thick as Diane’s wrist—at least twice as big as my cock. Diane was no longer shy about Neil’s prick. She began practically begging him to use it on her.

But now it was Neil who was calling the shots. “You played hard to get with me,” he said. “Maybe you don’t want my cock after all.”

“No, I do. I want to suck it and feel it inside me,” Diane said sweetly.

“First,” Neil told her, “I want you to put on your sexiest nightie, something real hot that’ll show off your body.” In a flash, Diane was going through her dresser. She fished out a red, see-through teddy. She put it on, and it showed off her hairy brown bush. Neil looked on, pumping his cock and making the head of his penis huge. I could see pre-come on the tip.

“You have the hairiest pussy I have ever seen,” he said. “Come over here so I can see it better. Lay down on the bed and spread your legs wide. Play with yourself. Stick your fingers in your hole and show me how wet you are.” Diane was reluctant at first, but Neil continued to encourage her. “Use your fingers to open up your cunt,” he continued. “Let me see all the way in. There you go! Now give me those fingers to lick.”

Diane was completely under Neil’s spell and did whatever he asked. Her fingers were working busily over her squishy-wet cunt lips. She looked deeply into his eyes as she began to arch her back, approaching climax. Neil knelt over her and started to rub his cock all over her body, but when she reached for his prick, he told her not to touch.

My wife was now squirming all over the bed, begging him to touch her pussy, but he continued to tease her and stayed clear of her thatch. It was a good fifteen minutes before he finally began swabbing his dick all across her clitoris and labia.

While he was doing this, he began pumping one, then two fingers in and out of her sopping-wet twat, and my wife began running her fingers all over his cock. She said to him, “I want your rod in my cunt. I’ve never seen a cock that big, and I want it to fill me all the way up. Come on now, Neil, please slide that big fucking dick into me!” With these words, she jiggled her clit and came explosively. I’d been pulling at my cock while watching the whole spectacle, and suddenly I reached the point of no return, splashing a creamy load onto the wall outside our bedroom.

Diane again started pleading with Neil to slip her his meat, but he would only continue to tease her, rubbing his cock over her pussy, probing the entrance with the spongy tip but refusing to slide it all the way in. “I know how much you want my cock,” he said. “Just imagine how great your pussy is going to feel all filled up with this huge pole. I can’t wait either.”

Apparently, though, he was willing to wait a little while longer. My wife was in a frenzy, thrusting her hips upward in an effort to get Neil’s cock in her pussy. I was almost ready to come again just from seeing her so out of control with lust. Diane said, “Just don’t make me pregnant in my husband’s bed. I want you to fuck me, but please pull out before you come. Please do it soon, before he comes home. Come on, Neil, fuck me. Stick it in. Fuck me now!”

Neil plumbed his fingers in and out of her hole and coated his cock with her juices. All at once he drove it home. He sank in to his balls on the first thrust. I was shocked. Diane never got that wet for me. It usually takes me three or four thrusts to get it in, and my cock is only half the size of Neil’s whopper.

Diane was out of her mind with sexual pleasure as Neil drove his member in and out of her grateful pussy. I had never seen her so wet and out of control. She was kissing him, thrusting her tongue in and out of his mouth as he squeezed her tits and caressed her nipples. Their pace was incredible. Neil was putting it to her with tremendous speed and power.

He talked dirty to her while they screwed. “Damn, I’ve never had such a wet fuck,” he said. “It feels like your cunt is swallowing my cock!” They were grinding their crotches together, arms wrapped around one another, madly thrusting their tongues in and out of each other’s mouth. Diane was moaning, and then she started fucking him harder than ever. With her ankles wrapped around his waist, I got a great view of his monster prong thundering into her box. In the dim light of my bedroom, his cock glistened with her juices and her wet, dark pubic hair clung to it as her pussy repeatedly took Neil’s mighty thrusts.

He was pulling all the way out of my wife’s tight box, then slamming back in to the hilt. Diane was nearly crying from the pleasure she was receiving. To get his cock in even deeper, she positioned herself so that her knees were resting against her breasts. Actually, they changed positions every few minutes, and she climaxed in every one of them. Her pussy was making loud slurping noises from being so magnificently fucked.

After getting this kind of fucking for ten minutes, and having enough orgasms in that time to last her a year, Diane screamed out, “Come in me, Neil! Come right now! I want to feel your sperm in my cunt. Do it harder … faster! God, I love your cock!” When he shot his load into her, Diane had another powerful orgasm.

Diane kept his cock inside her and, after a brief rest period and some kissing and caressing, Neil was ready for more pussy. My wife got on top of him and rode his cock. Neil played with her stiff nipples, and this time it was she who talked dirty. “I want to fuck you every day,” she said. “You can come over any time and fuck me silly with that big cock. It’s not only huge, but you really know how to use it. Stick it in my pussy … give it to me!” As they exploded together in orgasm, I splattered the wall with my second climax.

After their fuck, Neil and Diane took a shower together, and I went downstairs to get a snack. About twenty minutes later I heard Diane moaning again, getting yet another glorious fuck from her new friend. When it was over, I hid outside the house and watched my naked wife escort him to the door, sending him off with a big kiss and some dry-humping right on the porch. She was cock-crazy, and obviously didn’t care who saw her.

When I came back home later on, Diane was sound asleep. I aroused her, and we had a sleepy, drunken fuck. It felt great to have my cock swimming in her come-filled pussy, and I’m sure that all the while she was thinking about fucking Neil.—
M.A., New York, New York

WHERE DID THIS VACATION TAKE PLACE? SOUNDS LIKE CLUB HEAD

I just have to tell you what happened while I was on vacation last summer with my wife. On our first day at the beach, I noticed one of the hotel workers. His jet-black skin made him stand out among the mostly white bodies by the pool. I have, for some time now, let my wife Lane know that seeing her orally pleasure a black man would be a fantastic turn-on for me. I knew that watching her creamy white cheeks and pink lips feeding on a thick, black cock gleaming with her saliva would make me burst. She’d always been reluctant to do it, and her reaction was no different when I pointed out the fine-looking young black man working at the hotel. She just laughed and changed the subject, as usual.

The next morning I was going on an all-day fishing trip. Lane turned down the chance to go with me, choosing instead to stay behind and relax by the pool. My wife has a knockout body to begin with, but when she wraps it in a skimpy two-piece bathing suit, she is out-of-this-world beautiful. I realized that I could have more fun spying on my wife all day as opposed to being on a smelly fishing boat, so that’s what I did. I told her I was going fishing, but remained around the hotel grounds, making sure to stay where she’d never see me. What I saw was beyond my wildest dreams.

After lying by the pool in the hot sun for a couple of hours, reading a book, Lane was in big need of a tall, cool one. She flagged down the poolside waiter, who just happened to be the black man I’d noticed the day before. With a big smile he introduced himself as Rob and asked how he might be of service. Lane ordered a scotch and soda. As Rob walked away to fill her order, I saw her take notice of his tall, lean build.

After several drinks, Lane was having more and more trouble keeping her mind on her book. She was obviously thinking about Rob, looking his way frequently and watching him as he served others. When she finally got too hot, she made her way back to the room to cool off a bit. I beat her to the room, hid in a closet and prepared to see what she’d do next.

First she took a shower. The water cascaded down her tan body and made her look more beautiful than ever. After she’d washed her hair, Lane turned her attention to the place between her legs. Her fingers caressed her moist pussy, bringing her nearer and nearer to the point of no return. But after a few minutes, she found that her orgasm would not come.

Lane is a practical woman, and she knew what she needed to do in order to get off. Toweling off, she picked up the phone and called the pool bar. She ordered a drink to be brought to the room and requested that Rob bring it. Lane didn’t know I was hiding in the closet, but she was obviously so horny, she couldn’t wait for me to come back from my fishing expedition to watch her fulfill my fantasy.

Rob arrived a few minutes later with a drink in hand. Lane answered the door wearing a pair of lace panties and a short T-shirt. Rob handed her the drink while he checked out her beautiful body. He said it was more comfortable in the room than out by the pool, so Lane invited Rob to come in for a minute to cool off. In short order, she unbuttoned his uniform shirt and told him to take it off so he could cool off faster.

Rob, now shirtless, sat in the chair by the air conditioner while Lane sat on the edge of the bed and sipped her drink. The room was practically freezing, but it did nothing to cool down these two hot, horny people. It was very easy for Rob to see Lane’s rock-hard nipples standing straight out under her T-shirt. I knew he could also see the moisture spreading in the crotch of her panties. Likewise, Lane’s eyes were fixed on the huge mound in Rob’s uniform shorts. His broad shoulders and muscular chest made him very attractive. Rob was about six foot five and two hundred pounds. I could only imagine what his zipper kept caged up.

Lane stood up, walked over to him and said, “You’ll never cool off with your shorts on.” She then unfastened the button on Rob’s shorts and began to pull his zipper down. Rob’s face registered a degree of surprise, but he quickly got into the spirit of things and stood up to allow Lane to remove his shorts and briefs. Kneeling on the floor, she was now face-to-face with a firm, eight-inch black hose that was thicker around than the glass she was drinking out of.

Rob’s huge, pulsating cockhead was leaking pre-come just inches from her nose. She kissed the head, then began to lick the entire length of his rigid shaft. She sucked each of his giant balls while his hands ran through her hair and his moaning became more intense.

When the time was right, Lane opened her mouth wide. She lowered her head, a few inches at a time, over Rob’s entire cock and licked it with her skilled tongue. Little by little she slid her mouth over more of his ebony pillar. Her throat muscles soon relaxed, allowing her to take in even more of Rob’s big cock.

“Let me fuck you,” Rob said. But Lane told him that her pussy was reserved for her husband alone.

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t still have a good time,” she said. Lane pulled off her T-shirt and held his throbbing cock between her tits. Having Rob’s huge black club fuck her tits turned Lane on even more. She pressed her breasts tightly against his shaft, and he fucked them with fast strokes. When it seemed like he was close to orgasm, Lane began sucking him again with savage fury. She went down on him farther than I believed possible. She fondled his balls and wrapped her hand around his tight ass, squeezing his firm cheek muscles as she sucked.

Each time Lane retracted her mouth, I could see her saliva dripping off his shaft and her lips. Rob continued to thrust into her mouth as her head bobbed hungrily. Sweat poured down his muscled black chest, and his moans of pleasure were so loud, they were probably audible from outside on the beach!

And then it happened. Rob’s body stiffened, his cock pulsed wildly and his thick, creamy come shot with the intensity of a cannonball into Lane’s mouth. She swallowed and gulped all she could hold, then pulled away from his cock as the rest of his gigantic load shot onto her breasts.

After Rob left, I came out of the closet and told Lane I’d seen the whole thing. She was so happy to see me there that she immediately straddled me and had me fuck her against the wall, standing up. My only regret was that Rob wasn’t around to watch me fuck her the way I’d watched her blow him.—
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