Letters to Penthouse VI (27 page)

Lawrence then got on the table and began to fuck me. I went crazy and kept yelling for more. There was a mirror on the ceiling above the pool table, so I just lay back and watched myself getting fucked. It really looked hot seeing Lawrence's ebony form pumping between my pale white legs. I think Lawrence fucked me for fifteen or twenty minutes. Finally he exploded inside of me. Then he stepped aside and watched as each of his friends took their turn. I'd had so many orgasms that I was becoming weak and dizzy, but I found the situation so exciting that by the time they had all had a turn I was ready for them again. Each one of them took a very quick second turn—just long enough for them to shoot their second loads into me. But I didn't mind. I just kept coming and watching myself in the mirror.

When they were done, my husband got on the table and was going to help me up when I said, “I want you to fuck me too!” So he got on top of me and fucked me. I had so much come in me and was so wet that I could barely feel him. He, however, seemed to feel me just fine because he came with a loud cry after only a few quick strokes.

On our way home I was so exhausted that I fell asleep in the car. But as my eyes closed and I drifted off I smiled because I knew that I had finally gotten to live my greatest fantasy and that after some rest I would discuss every little detail with my husband.—
Name and address withheld

CHECKING INTO A HOTEL GETS HER CHECKED OUT—THEN MATED

I have been married for ten years to a wonderful man who earns a good living, has a sweet disposition, is quite handsome and, most important, is a superb lover. Nonetheless, three years ago I developed an irresistible urge to experience some other men. While my husband and I regularly had intense and exciting sex, it just wasn't enough for me. I wanted variety.

While my husband and I always fantasized together about me dressing like a slut and picking up other men, I knew he would never accept me doing so in reality. I had purchased some erotic outfits to entertain him with in the bedroom, but I never wore them out of the house, even though I felt terrific in them. I'm five feet four inches tall and weigh one hundred and fifteen pounds. I have 36C breasts, a twenty-eight-inch waist and thirty-five-inch hips. I knew then as I do now that I have a smashing figure and a beautiful face with tempting lips and eyes.

My husband travels out of town for a few days at least once a month. During one of his absences a while back, I decided that I just couldn't stand being without a man. The first morning he was away I must have brought myself off a half dozen times with my fingers, a vibrator and a huge dildo—but I was still unsatisfied. My daughter was at school and was planning to sleep over at a friend's house that night. I had the house to myself for the evening, so I decided to do something about my frustration.

I put on a black leather miniskirt, a black garter belt, fishnet stockings, high-heeled black pumps (to accent my ass), a black, deeply-cut lace bra and a sheer black blouse. I didn't put on any panties. I made my face up heavily with red lipstick, mascara and foundation, and put on a good dose of Obsession perfume. I looked and smelled like every man's wet dream. Looking at my outrageously sexy outfit in the mirror and imagining the lust it would inspire in men got me so excited that I fingered myself to yet another orgasm before leaving the house.

My plan was to rent a room at one of the hotels just outside of town where I knew there would be a crowd of businessmen attending a meeting. On my way to the hotel I rented a couple of X-rated movies. Before going into the hotel, I covered myself up with a light raincoat so that my intentions wouldn't be quite so obvious to the hotel staff.

After checking into a room, I went down to the lobby without the raincoat. After ordering a drink I sat down at a table expecting to catch someone's attention fairly quickly.

I wasn't disappointed. Within five minutes three guys who had been talking together approached me. They looked about thirty years old and were all well-built. They asked me if I was staying at the hotel and I told them I was. I then explained that I had been bored sitting alone at home and had decided to go out and see if I could make something happen. I uncrossed and opened my legs to give them a quick preview.

With their pricks beginning to visibly harden, I knew they were more than willing, so I invited them up to my room. I learned that day that what I really like is group sex—and lots of it!

In the elevator on the way up to my room I began to playfully rub against the guys and give them kisses. By the time we got to my hotel room door they were touching and squeezing me all over.

Once inside I told them all to get out of their clothes. I kept mine on, though my nipples already had nudged out over the edge of my bra and were sticking out quite a bit through my sheer blouse. After they had stripped I started licking their cocks and balls. When they were good and hard I proceeded to slowly strip my clothing off and throw it at them a piece at a time. Once I was nude I told them that I wanted them all at once.

They began to suck and lick me all over, from my clitoris to my nipples to the nape of my neck. Having three tongues and six hands going all over my body at once was an unbelievable turn-on. While they were working on me I intermittently squeezed and sucked their cocks and balls. All the time they were talking dirty to me—asking me how I would like being fucked by them in a public place like the corner of some dark restaurant, or whether I'd enjoy doing it with a half-dozen guys on a table in a dingy bar. I felt incredibly dirty, sexy and turned on. After about a half hour of foreplay I got on all fours, took hold of the longest, thickest prick of the three and guided it into my dripping cunt. I motioned for the other guys to lie on the bed in front of me, and I alternated between sucking and jacking off their thick, hairy pricks. The experience of having three pricks moving in and out of me was exquisite. I began to tremble and shake. We did this for what seemed an eternity until, one after the other, we all exploded in orgasm. My orgasm was absolutely incredible. I must have twitched for five minutes, totally enraptured.

We then took showers together and did lots of touching. They stayed with me the rest of the afternoon and all evening. We even watched the X-rated movies to stimulate our imaginations. One of the guys went out and got some fast food for us, but other than that we only ate each other. I must have had twenty orgasms, each one quite powerful. For the first time in ages I felt sexually satisfied. By the time they left the next morning, I knew for sure what I had always suspected—that I was a fucking nymphomaniac!

I never told my husband about this episode, or all the incredible ones which have since followed. We still have great sex together, but nothing like the sex I have when I'm on my own. I advertise in swinger magazines and have started enjoying women as well as men. When my daughter is in school and my husband is at work I spend most of my day getting quickies at some neighborhood bar. I now have quite a wardrobe of slutty clothes and have become quite an exhibitionist. When my husband goes away on business, I check into my favorite hotel. All the employees there now know me—in every sense of the word!

This is one woman who can say she has her cake and eats it.—
L.E., Walnut Creek, California

FROM CONTRACT BRIDGE TO STRIP POKER TO STRIPPED POKERS

Like most people who read
Penthouse Letters
, I never believed that the stories in it were true. Well, I've finally had some experiences which make me question this conventional wisdom.

My wife June and I are blessed with some very good friends. Two such friends are Reed and Lucille. Both are younger than we, and both really love a good time.

It all began when the four of us were playing contract bridge. We had been playing bridge every Saturday night for the previous six months, and after all that time it was getting a little boring. So, on this particular Saturday night, Reed and I thought it would be great if we could talk the girls into playing strip poker. I left it up to Reed to approach the girls on the subject.

“I know! Let's play a little strip poker for a change,” Reed blurted out as soon as we had sat down to play cards. Much to our surprise, the girls agreed. (Maybe the grain alcohol and orange juice we were all drinking had something to do with their answer.)

It didn't take long before we were all naked as jaybirds, and believe me I was enjoying the scenery. Lucille is a large gal, standing about five feet, eleven inches tall. She's a natural blonde and has a great body and long, sexy legs. Her pubic hair is light brown, which contrasts nicely with June's jet-black pussy hair.

Since we were all nude, Lucille asked, “What should we play now?” Well, we all put our heads together (so to speak) and came up with a new game.

These were the rules: First we'd each take a card from the extra deck we had and place it facedown on the table in front of us. That card would be our bet, with different cards representing different sexual acts. Cards of any suit between two to ten represented a fuck, with the number of the card standing for the number of strokes that would be made. An ace meant you would have to let your spouse fuck you while you sucked on the genitals of the member of the other couple of the opposite sex. For the ladies, a Jack meant being fucked doggie-style—either by one of the guys or by the other girl with a strap-on dildo. A king or a queen meant the winners could do whatever they wanted to whomever they wanted.

Making up these new rules was getting us all turned on, but fast! Reed won the first hand and only June called his bet. Reed had a full house and June had three of a kind. Slowly, he turned over June's bet card. It was a jack of spades, which meant that June was going to be fucked by Reed doggie-style! Slowly June got up and bent over the card table exposing her ass and cunt, while Reed got up from his chair. Then, gently stroking his nine-and-a-half-inch prick, he stepped up behind her and began rubbing the head of his cock all over her glistening cunt.

He placed the head of his huge cock between her cunt lips and started slowly thrusting into her. Just then Lucille started yelling, “Fuck her honey, fuck her! Push that big prick of yours all the way in!” And fuck her he did. I never thought that I would get so turned on seeing another man put his meat into my wife!

Reed fucked her until they were both on the verge of orgasm. Then he stopped. June begged him to finish what he had started, but he refused, saying, “We still have a long night ahead of us.”

Lucille won the next hand. When she turned her bet card over she revealed a queen, which meant it was her choice to do whatever she wanted. With a gleam in her eye she turned to me and said, “I want you to eat my cunt.”

“How long?” I asked.

“Until I tell you to stop, of course!” She went over to the easy chair, sat down and spread her legs, exposing a juicy pink cunt. I knelt down in front of her and began running my tongue up and down her slit. I gently sucked her clit as she moaned and squirmed. It wasn't long before Reed and June came over to watch. Reed had his meat in his hand and was stroking it, while June was busy pinching her nipples and fingering her cunt. Then, card game forgotten, Reed reached over and began finger-fucking June. Every now and then he would withdraw his fingers and lick them.

This went on through most of the night until we had all fucked and sucked one another.

When it was all over we got dressed and had a bite to eat. We all agreed we would get together for more card parties like this one in the future.

After that we had many more encounters with Reed and Lucille. One I remember especially well occurred on Lucille's birthday. June was away on business, so I went alone when Reed and Lucille invited me to dinner.

After dinner we had some drinks and sat down to watch a little TV. Soon the drinks had the three of us feeling pretty good and we began to loosen up. We all knew what we wanted; it just took us a little while to get started.

First Reed and Lucille started smooching. Then Reed went into the bedroom and came back wearing a shirt and nothing else. He then sat back down beside Lucille and went back to making out. Lucille then grabbed his prick and began stroking it. It didn't take long for it to get hard.

I was getting pretty horny watching the two of them, and was wondering how to join in, when Lucille came over to me, reached inside my pants and took hold of my stiff prick. Boy, did that feel good!

After getting us both good and hard, Lucille went into the bedroom and came out holding something behind her back. She asked me, “Do you want to see what Reed gave me for my birthday?” I nodded and she pulled out the biggest dildo I'd ever seen. It must have been twelve inches long and a good two inches in diameter. It was chocolate brown in color.

“Give us a show, Lucille!” Reed said.

“Wait, I have to get some K-Y jelly from the bedroom so it will slide in easily,” she replied.

Soon she came out of the bedroom with that large dildo hanging between her legs. She then sat on the easy chair, spread her legs apart and began slowly fucking herself with that dark brown dildo.

What a sight! Reed and I couldn't help stroking ourselves as we watched that massive dildo disappearing into her.

Lucille then said, “I want the two of you to jack off and shoot your come at the same time all over this big dildo.”

We were more than eager to shoot our loads in front of this sexy woman. The only problem was managing to do it at the same time. But we did it! As we shot our come onto her cunt and that big rubber dildo Lucille slammed the dildo into herself and came with a loud groan. What an evening! After we both fucked Lucille we called it a night. Later on I told June all about it. Her only regret was that she hadn't been there.

Once June and I had started exploring group sex we couldn't get enough. After a while, making it with just one other couple started to seem limiting. So, together with Reed and Lucille, we planned a big costume party.

Six couples were invited. There was Lucille and Reed, June and myself, Kathy and Joe, Dirk and Sarah, Peter and Jean, and a surprise couple whom Peter and Jean had invited.