Penthouse Uncensored V (6 page)

I told her she looked great and that room service must have enjoyed their stop at our room. Blushing, she admitted that the bellhop who had delivered breakfast had checked her out, even though she was probably old enough to be his mother. She said it was kind of fun knowing that he was looking at her with obvious lust. She also admitted that teasing him had been kind of exciting.

I leaned back in my chair and opened my robe to show Beth the huge hard-on she had just given me. I said, “Just imagine what that guy would have done had you been wearing some sheer negligee.”

“I didn’t bring one with me, so I guess we’ll never know,” she sighed wistfully.

I told her it was still fun to think about and, with that, I drew her down on the bed and made love to her. Just before I came I whispered how turned on she had made me by turning on the bellhop. We both had powerful orgasms. The only thing Beth could utter was that it was the very best she had ever had.

Later that day we passed a lingerie display in a large department store. I pointed out some of the sexy negligees to Beth. I told her I wanted to buy her one, adding that she might have a chance to use it before we left. She reluctantly agreed. I felt like she might be humoring me.

I was looking for just the right one when I heard Beth say, “Boy, this one’s beautiful.” She was holding a long black nightgown, sheer except for black satin stripes. It came with a matching robe that tied at the neck and hung partially open. Then she added, “But this is more revealing than anything I have. I don’t know if I could wear this. It’s just too much. I wouldn’t be very comfortable. Let’s look for something else.”

“If I was the only one to see it and I like the way it looks on you, why not get it to make me happy. Nobody else will ever see you in this.” That seemed to reassure her, and I bought the gown. The rest of the day, I told her how much she turned me on.

In bed that night, I began to kiss and suck her nipples, while my fingers stroked her cunt. She became very hot and excited.

I whispered in her ear how much she turned me on and how wonderful she was for letting the bellboy see her. She grew more highly aroused, moaning with each stroke of my finger.

I told her the bellboy must have gotten a huge hard-on just looking at her. “Right now, he’s probably making love to his girlfriend, thinking of you,” I said. “It turns me on to know that other men want you, but you’re all mine.”

As I continued to arouse her with my fingers, I asked if she liked teasing the bellboy. She moaned a little. I asked if it made her feel good to know she could turn a man on like that. She moaned again.

When Beth was about to orgasm, I asked if she would do it again. She moaned, “Yes, oh yes! Anything for you!” and, with that, I took her over the edge to a shuddering orgasm. Without hesitation, I crawled on top of her and sunk my throbbing cock into her hot, moist pussy. We fucked well into the night.

The next morning, while Beth was showering, I laid out her new finery. When she saw the negligee on the bed she said, “I don’t know about this. If the bellboy sees me in this he might get the wrong message. He might think I really want to, you know, do it with him.”

I told her that would be my ultimate fantasy. She asked softly. “Do you really want to see me make love with another man?”

When I told her it was my deepest desire, she kissed me and said, “I would do anything for you.”

Beth took her time dressing. She applied her makeup carefully, and even darkened her nipples with lipstick. Her hair was brushed and hung down around her shoulders like silk. When she had finished her nails, she stood there looking at me and I told her she was the sexiest woman in all of Toronto.

In her new gown, her nipples and breasts were clearly visible, as was the dark triangle between her legs. She said, “I’m really nervous. I hope I can go through with this.” I poured her a drink to help her relax and ordered breakfast from room service.

Then I laid her down on the bed and told her I was going to help her relax while we were waiting. I knelt between her legs, and raised her gown. Before me was her beautiful pussy. I inhaled her aroma and began to run my tongue up and down her slit. I tongued her clit and made it stand proud. I inserted my tongue and then my finger into her hole. She began to moan. When I moved up to suck her nipples through the gown, they were larger than I had ever seen them before. Her thighs and buttocks grew moist with her juices. For twenty minutes, I kept her on the brink of pleasure.

When we heard the knock on the door, I gave her cunt one last lick, and then we stood up. She adjusted her robe, and stood there, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed. She wore an expression of pure lust, and her nipples were obviously erect through the sheer material of her gown. Best of all she smelled of sex. Her thighs and cunt glistened, and gave off an aroma of womanhood. She was ready.

She kissed me and went to the door, while I stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower as we had planned.

Beth opened the door and let in the bellboy. He was about twenty-two years old and very good-looking. His eyes lit up when he saw my wife. She slowly turned and walked into the room, directing him to bring the tray in. She took her time getting her money, giving him a good look at her luscious body.

From my vantage point behind the partly opened door, I could see them in a mirror on the wall. He had a noticeable bulge in his slacks. He couldn’t take his eyes off her and the longer he looked the harder his cock got.

Beth handed him some money and told him to wait. She looked at me from across the room, then smiled and said, “I don’t seem to have any more money for a tip. Maybe there’s something else? From that bulge in your pants I bet you could think of something.”

I saw the bellboy move to Beth’s side. He kissed her neck as his hand came up to caress her breast. As he lowered his hand to her dripping cunt and felt it through her gown, he asked, “What about the guy in the shower?”

“Don’t worry. He likes it when I fuck other guys,” Beth said. With that, she turned and kissed him full on the lips, then guided him to the bed. I stepped out of the bathroom, still staying out of sight, my cock throbbing. I was about to live out my ultimate fantasy.

I watched as Beth disrobed him. When she pulled his slacks and underwear down, his nine-inch cock sprang to attention. It was much longer than my six inches and a little larger in girth.

Beth dropped to her knees and began to blow the stranger. It was a delight to see my wife of fifteen years sucking this young man’s cock. She moaned with every thrust as he slid it in and out of her mouth. She acted as if she couldn’t get enough.

After five minutes or so he stood her up and peeled her gown and robe off. He gasped when he saw her body, and laid her back on the bed.

I moved in to get a better view. As he kneeled and buried his head in her crotch, she looked at me and said, “Come here, honey. Be with me.”

Aware of me now, he started to pull away from Beth’s juicy snatch but she put her hand behind his head and guided him back between her thighs.

I walked to the bed and she took my hand and guided me down so I was next to her on the bed. She leaned over and kissed me, and then started to talk to me in a soft whisper while he ate her cunt.

“Honey, he’s licking my pussy. He just put his tongue in my hole. Nobody else except you has ever done that to me. It feels so good. Just think, someone I never met before is eating me. I’m letting him do it to me for you. I’m so hot I can’t wait until I can feel his cock in me. It tasted so good and it felt so big and smooth. I loved it in my mouth. Do you want him to fuck me now? My cunt is on fire. I already had two orgasms but I really need to feel him pounding into me. Tell me if you want me to let him fuck me, honey. Tell me if you want this man’s cock buried deep in your wife’s pussy. I want it bad, honey. Tell me it’s okay.”

“Fuck him, Beth. Fuck him good. Let him pump you full of his hot come. Do it for me, baby.” I kissed Beth again and she moaned into my mouth as she had yet another orgasm.

Beth guided the bellboy up and began to lick her juices from his face. “Fuck me for all you’re worth,” she said. “I want your big cock in my pussy.”

When the stranger lifted her hips, about to penetrate her, Beth stopped him and told me to watch his cock enter her pussy. I slid down until my head was about a foot from her moist cunt. She reached down and guided the head of his cock to her opening. Ever so slowly he began to sink his big prick into my wife. I watched until it was buried to the balls. When he slowly withdrew, his cock was covered with Beth’s juices. Her pussy grasped his dick as if trying to prevent it from ever leaving her. He soon established a steady fucking rhythm, and Beth moaned with each stroke. They fucked furiously.

After a few minutes, he rolled onto his back and Beth rode his cock. As she bounced up and down I stood by watching. She took my hand and pulled me to her, and kissed me as she fucked him. He rolled Beth onto her back again and began to pound her. I could tell he was about to come. Beth had me lie down next to her, and she was kissing me when the stranger stiffened and moaned. As I lay there kissing my wife, another man was pumping her cunt full of jism. Then Beth moaned and stiffened as she climaxed. Her legs were wrapped around the bellboy, holding him deep in her cunt.

I watched him pull out, and his large, softening cock was covered with their fluids. As he stood up and began to dress, I sat between Beth’s spread thighs, gazing at her freshly fucked cunt. Her pussy hair was soaked with their sweat and juices. Her lips were swollen and her slit was oozing another man’s come. It flowed from her cunt down between her ass-cheeks and pooled on the bed beneath her. She looked more beautiful and desirable than I had ever seen her.

As I heard the bellboy close the door behind him, Beth gently stroked the back of my head, and slowly pulled me forward, directing my face to her dripping pussy.

To my surprise I ate her out. I then moved up and kissed her. Just as I was sinking my cock into my wife’s well-used pussy, she licked my face clean and tried to suck my mouth dry. We fucked until one that afternoon. It was the best sex we ever had. Beth is now a changed woman and every day is as exciting as the first.—
Name and address withheld

COUPLE’S NEW MOTTO: IF THE SHOE FITS, BARE IT!

I’m a forty-seven-year-old man blessed with a wife twenty-one years my junior. I met her four years ago at a local college where I was taking a refresher course in real estate. We dated for about one year before getting married. We had both been raised to believe in a strict moral code; so—although we did plenty of petting and necking—we didn’t have intercourse until our wedding night.

It wasn’t until a year and a half later, however, that we opened up to each other enough to discuss our sexual fantasies.

We were reading the “Someone’s Watching” section of
Penthouse Letters
when my wife suddenly confessed that she was a closet exhibitionist. Nothing, it seemed, turned her on as much as the idea of cockteasing men by exposing herself to them in public places. Fortunately, this was one fantasy my wife could easily accomplish. She is an extremely attractive woman who has little trouble arousing men even when fully clothed.

That very night my wife and I agreed that we would try to fulfill her fantasies. After working out certain guidelines to minimize risk, we embarked upon our new sexual adventure. I’m writing this letter in order to share some of the great experiences we’ve had.

At first we started off simply. One day we got on a bus together and pretended not to know each other. My wife sat across from a nerdy, pimple-faced eighteen-year-old who had “virgin” written all over him. I sat nearby. She was wearing a short skirt over a pair of sheer, white panties. Slowly but surely she hiked up her skirt and parted her shapely thighs. I don’t know which popped out further, the kid’s eyes or the bulge in his pants.

Several times we’ve gone to adult bookstores together, knowing they’re excellent places to hunt for horny men. Upon entering a store, my wife would browse the shelves of steamy X-rated materials. She assumed a variety of provocative poses beneath walls covered with photos of flesh.

But soon, reaching for the top shelf and letting a guy glimpse her firm, panty-clad ass wasn’t enough of a thrill for her. She began making eye contact with her victims, especially the young, well-built ones. She’d wink and leer at them and slowly circle her lips with her hot pink tongue. Sometimes, when she thought it was safe, she’d lock eyes with a guy, reach her hand underneath her skirt and finger herself to a powerful orgasm. I began to think she wouldn’t be happy until she had guys dropping their pants in public and beating off. Several times, we had to leave the stores in a hurry, fearing for her safety.

As her nerve increased, we tried wilder and wilder things. Once, she arranged to have a masseur come to our home. I hid in the closet while he gave her the massage. To tell you the truth, I almost pitied the poor guy as I watched my young, sexy wife tease the hell out of him. She let him touch and rub oil over every part of her nude body. But (because of an agreement we had made earlier) she wouldn’t touch him back; nor would she allow him to relieve himself in any way. After he limped out the door, I came out of the closet and we had great sex.

The last incident I’ll share took place in a shoe store of all places. We entered the store about ten minutes before closing time, when the store and the mall surrounding it were nearly deserted. I told the clerk that my daughter needed a pair of blue shoes to match her blue panties. My wife then lifted her skirt, took her panties off and handed them to the startled young clerk. She then sat down demurely and waited for service. The clerk was back out with a pair of shoes before I could even blink. A second clerk also materialized, ready and willing to provide my wife with any service she might require.

My wife allowed each clerk to fit one shoe. Even though there were two men on the job, it took a lot longer than usual. It’s quite possible they were distracted by the view.