Letters to Penthouse V (30 page)

Once in a while we make bets, with all sorts of unique rewards. Our last, over who would win the Super Bowl, had stakes that gave the winner any wish. When the 49’ers won, Annie was in my power. I told her I wanted her to serve as hostess at my next poker session. I chose her outfit: a black blouse, which I made her leave unbuttoned most of the way down the front, black bikini panties, a black, pleated micro-mini and black high heels.

As we waited for the guys to arrive, she was nervous but very turned on. I told her the outfit was only the surface of her bet payoff. The guests were Brent and Stan, both black guys from work, and Bob and Harold, who play softball with me. Annie knew both Bob and Harold from the games, but Brent and Stan were new to her. As we played, Annie served us drinks and snacks, and got plenty of attention. My pretty wife accepted all this extremely well, and even overdid the hostess bit, hovering around the table and refilling drinks and snacks unnecessarily.

When the card playing wore down, I said, “Annie, I think you’d be a lot cooler without your skirt on.” A dead silence ensued, during which my wife’s face went from shock to disbelief to “I’ll show you” determination. While my four guests watched, transfixed, Annie unzipped the micro-mini and let it fall. The lust the guys were feeling for her was palpable, and her breasts rose and fell with her heavy, excited breathing.

“Now,” I said, breathing heavily myself and barely able to keep my voice controlled, “I think you ought to spend five minutes with each of my guests.” I turned to the circle of desire-ridden faces. “Make good use of your time, guys. The sky’s the limit.” I turned back to Annie. She looked more exited than she had in a long time. “Our room would be a good place,” I said.

She turned and walked out, five pairs of male eyes eating into her bouncing buttocks and Betty Grable legs. Bob, who is only twenty-four, nearly bolted from the table to follow. After a couple of minutes I made some excuse about the kitchen and softly stole up the stairs to peek into our bedroom.

The view jolted me to my toes. Annie was lying on our bed, her panties on the floor, her blouse open, breasts shiny with saliva. Kneeling on the floor between her splayed thighs, his mouth fastened hungrily to her hairy twat, was Bob, who was eating her avidly. Unable to tear my eyes away, I fumbled my cock out and began to stroke it as I stood shakily watching my wife writhe and moan as Bob’s lips and tongue assaulted her dripping quim. In less than a minute she went rigid and emitted a loud, passion-filled yell, as the bed shook with her writhing and kicking. I heard Bob slurping and swallowing as Annie’s juice gushed.

As Bob rose, his face dripping sweet pussy juice, Annie slid off the bed onto her knees, taking his stiff, six-inch cock from his pants. As I watched my pretty wife suck another man’s cock for the first time, my balls screamed for release, but I held off, not wanting to come yet. Bob moaned and rocked as my wife fellated him, and about three minutes later she was gulping his semen as he jetted into her wet mouth. As Annie suckled the remains of Bob’s spunk and cleaned his cock with her lips, I stuffed my aching prick into my pants and stole back downstairs.

Bob entered, grinning guiltily and obviously pleased, and Harold nearly sprinted for the stairs. Again I followed a couple of minutes later. This time I found my wife and friend lying on the bed embracing side by side. Annie was stroking Harold’s stiff staff; he was a bit longer than Bob and much thicker, and was also uncircumcised. Harold had his left hand down in Annie’s panties, and was finger-fucking her with fervor. I had barely gotten my pulsing penis out of my pants before Annie came, and she broke their French kiss to wail yet again as her body trembled and gyrated in a powerful climax. I knew the guys downstairs could probably hear her voice, and I heard Harold murmur, “Jesus!” as his fingers were bathed in a flow of sticky, sweet cunt juice. When she finally quieted, they kissed again and she finished him off. About a minute later Harold’s cock erupted in a series of powerful spurts of come that splattered over Annie’s hand, wrist, arm, and panties. Again I held off my climax, though it took every bit of will to do so.

Back at the table, I could tell that Bob had related his experience to Brent and Bob, for they looked at me doubtfully as Harold came down the stairs.

“Annie is an equal opportunity hostess,” I assured them, and Brent quickly exited. This time, though, when I peeked into our bedroom, Annie and Brent were sitting on the bed, quietly talking. I could see from the disappointed look on Brent’s face that he wasn’t going to enjoy Annie’s charms. Finally he stood and Annie kissed him on the lips, murmuring, “Maybe next time, okay?” He nodded and I quickly descended the stairs.

As Stan moved toward the stairs, Brent said, “She’s equal opportunity all right, but I didn’t get anything but a kiss.” Stan was a mustached black guy in his late forties, and when I edged my eyes around the door frame, he and Annie were on the bed in the same position that Harold and she had been in. Stan’s hand was down the front of her panties, his fingers working in and out. He had already come, for again Annie’s hand and belly were splattered with sticky white sperm, and Stan’s tongue was working her mouth as energetically as his fingers were her pussy. Annie still held his prick as she squirmed and moaned with Stan’s finger manipulation. I began to stroke my tool in rhythm with Stan’s arm, and when Annie came, not as strong as her other two, but still powerful, I too, exploded, my come arching out in powerful, thick streams of jism, splattering the carpet.

Back downstairs I bid the guests good-bye and rushed up to my wife. She sat on the bed, her blouse still undone, panties soaked with semen and her own juice.

“I need to fuck you,” I said, ripping at my clothes. My wife slid her blouse off as I finished disrobing, and I yanked the soaked panties off. Her hands guided me expertly, and I plunged all eight inches home on the first thrust, bringing a grunt of appreciation from my wife. She was clearly exhausted, but even so, as her hips and big butt worked in perfect sync with me, she trembled in a very weak orgasm a minute later, her calves gripping my upper back as we fucked.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” I gasped.

“Yes, I did,” she said, her firm butt working strongly. “Did you?”

“I … jerked off watching you,” I admitted. She came gain, stronger this time, and that drew my own orgasm in response. As we lay resting, I asked her the big question, “Do you think you’d want to do it again?”

She looked at me for a minute, then smiled. “Wanna make a bet on something?”—
M.S., Kansas City, Missouri

THE GAMES PEOPLE PLAY GET SERIOUS FOR THIS BUNCH OF OLD FRIENDS

My wife Tina and I have a very fulfilling sex life, but on occasion we do like to add a little more spice, that spice being another couple we know. We have known Mike and Ann for a few years and we had all expressed our sexual interest in each other’s partners many times in more or less serious ways long before anything ever happened.

Well, one night we all got together to play a sexual game that Tina and I had bought. It involved answering questions about very intimate details of our sexual psyches. The other players were allowed to challenge our answers if they thought we weren’t being completely honest. In order to avoid being questioned, we became more and more graphic in our responses, and we gradually escalated from talking about our fantasies and experiences to demonstrations.

Tina, for instance, at one point had me lie on my back on the floor so that she could show one of our favorite positions, with her on top of me, facing away, so that the sensitive underside of my prick can rub against her clit as she slides her wet pussy across my pubes and belly. Although we kept our clothes on at this point, I could feel the moist heat from Tina’s crotch through her panties and my pants, and she could sure as hell feel how hard I was.

Not to be outdone, when Mike got a question about the size of his dick, Ann insisted that he drop his pants and show us how he could make the head of his cock swell by contracting the muscles around the base of his dick. I know this trick myself, and soon we were trying to see who could get the best expansion.

The game didn’t last long after that. The four of us went into Tina’s and my room and lay with our own partners. After making out a few minutes, we decided to switch partners. Each couple got into a 69 position and got busy. The whole situation was so exciting that it didn’t take me long to shoot my load, and Ann followed close behind with an intense orgasm of her own. Since we had already relieved ourselves, Ann and I went into the living room to give Mike and Tina a little more room.

After talking for a few minutes, we went to check on them. By this time Mike was pounding his dick as far into Tina as he could. Just the sight of him fucking my wife made my dick rise again, and apparently it was none too soon, because just then he blew his load and collapsed, which left me to make sure Tina got to come too. I immediately replaced Mike and went to work on my wife’s smoldering-hot cunt. I worked my dick in and out, slowly then faster until finally, with a aloud moan, she reached her climax. It was one of the most fun evenings we ever had. And even though it’s been a while, we are hoping one day we will get to do it again—with Mike and Ann that is!—
Name and address withheld

CURVACEOUS CLIENTS SHOW THEIR ASSETS TO REAL ESTATE AGENT

I’ve been selling real estate for six years. Just recently I began specializing in the resale of larger, more expensive homes in exclusive neighborhoods.

One Friday afternoon I got a call about one of our split-level palaces from a woman with a sexy-sounding voice. She said her name was Tammy. She and her girlfriends had come into a large amount of money, had bought a disco in New England and were looking for a winter home in Florida. The particular house she was inquiring about seemed to be just what they wanted. I made an appointment to show her the home; within half an hour I was steering my van up the driveway.

There were four lovely ladies ranging in age from mid- to late twenties, I guessed, waiting to greet me. We had a round of formal introductions, beginning with Tammy. She was the eldest and the spokeswoman for her group. Her long legs and waist-length blonde hair were stunning. Then came Jill, Bev and Lisa. Jill was a knockout with a Lady Di hairstyle. Her slender frame made her tits look almost too big for her to carry. Beverly was the shortest of the four, but her figure and face were fantastic. Finally I met Lisa. She had reddish-blonde hair and the most beautiful smile you can imagine. I explained to the girls that the owners had left most of the furniture to be sold with the home when they bought a condo on the beach. They were therefore anxious to sell.

We went inside, and I began pointing out the finer qualities of the place. Tammy was asking all the questions, while the others whispered to one another and giggled.

Halfway through the tour, I realized that Bev and Lisa were no longer with us. Tammy said that they were probably getting the feel of the place.

As we were about to enter the game room, I thought I heard soft, moaning sounds. Sure enough, when we entered the room, Bev and Lisa were there, and in the nude. I felt the blood rush to my face and to my prick at the same time. Bev and Lisa had taken pillows off the couch and spread them on the pool table, and there they were, in a 69 position, licking each other’s cunt like they owned the place. I was shocked, but I couldn’t take my eyes off them.

Tammy laughed and said it looked as if they had found a home. Then Jill suggested we join the party and celebrate their new house. The next thing I knew, Tammy was putting a lip-lock on me and Jill was pulling my pants down and starting to lick me. I could hardly believe what was happening to me, but I wasn’t going to resist. Tammy let me come up for air, and then she stripped. The two on the table were climaxing. Tammy went over and began to lick the come off their lips and help them off the table.

Jill stopped sucking me long enough to get undressed while Tammy led me to the pool table. She had me lie on my back, then got up and straddled my cock. Jill came over and began kissing me. She asked whether I could take one more. Before I could answer her cunt was spreading over my face. I began licking Jill’s twat, and Tammy was still riding up and down on my shaft. With the feel, the sights, the sounds and the taste, I thought I must have died and gone to heaven.

I was zeroing in on the pussy on my face when a gentle hand took mine and directed it to a very wet slit. So, with one pumping my cock, one on my mouth and one in my hand, I wondered what the other sexpot was going to do. I didn’t have to wait long to find out. I felt a hand massaging my sweat-covered nuts. My juice exploded inside Tammy. About the same time, Jill’s cunt let loose with a stream of come in my mouth.

After we untangled, poor Tammy was still yearning to come, so she assumed my position on the table, and Bev licked Tammy’s cunt while Lisa sat on her face. Jill and I watched the show before us, and it wasn’t too long before my rod was poking out in front of me again, like a purple pistol ready to go off. I walked up behind Bev and played with her pussy while she was still slurping Tammy. Jill took hold of my prick and masturbated herself with her other hand. Shortly thereafter all five of us were gasping in another climax.

After resting for a while, I suggested that I go get some booze and snacks to keep up our energy so we could party all night. Tammy looked me right in the cock, licked her lips and promised everyone that she was going to get a mouthful of my cream all to herself before we were done. When I got back we were all ready for action. Tammy fulfilled her promise, and the rest of that night was incredible.

They never did buy the house, nor have I seen or heard from them since. But I’m always hoping for a repeat performance when I show those big homes in the fancy neighborhoods.—
Name and address withheld

ALWAYS WEAR CLEAN WHITE UNDERWEAR SO PEOPLE CAN FIND YOU IN THE DARK

As a young New York executive, I sometimes have trouble finding time for fun. I recently had to fly down to Fort Lauderdale for a business meeting. Since the meeting was on Friday, I decided to stick around for a few days and soak up the sun.