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Authors: Penthouse International
When I got home the next day, Phil was at work, so I rested all day knowing that when he got home he would want to hear about my trip to Indianapolis. Not surprisingly, Phil and I had terrific sex that night. Both of us felt we were blessed. But that is a story for a separate letter to Forum.—
Name and address withheld
I was shocked, surprised and angry when my husband Benny asked me to have sex with another man so he could watch. We had been married for twenty years and now he comes up with this request? I was so outraged I was going to fulfill his wish. I would have sex with another man all right, but it would be with a man of my choice—Louis, our next door neighbor.
Benny made all the arrangements and neither he nor Louis wasted time. Two days later I was told that it was all set.
Precisely at the planned day and time, while Benny and I were at home watching TV, the doorbell rang. Benny answered the door and surprise, surprise, it was Louis. Of all the seats in the living room, Louis chose to sit next to me on the sofa. The more I thought about this crazy idea, the more it struck me as just plain silly. A forty-eight-year-old woman shouldn’t have to do this to please her husband, but I was also too excited to stop now.
However, I couldn’t stop laughing, so I excused myself and got up to leave the room, but I didn’t get far. Louis grabbed my waist and playfully yanked me onto his lap. My skirt went flying above my knees. He was a strong man and being in his clutches made me tingle with excitement. I giggled like a schoolgirl enjoying a big bad boy’s attention.
Then I sat motionless, waiting breathlessly for his next move. I turned and stared at him with apparent lust in my eyes. One of Louis’s hands went for my bare knee. I watched as the hand ever so slowly began to move upward, inching its way under my skirt. This of course was the very first time I was ever in a situation like this, and I was waiting for the next move with anticipation. His hand was halfway up my thigh and my body was one giant goose bump, but the hand felt really good there under my skirt.
It also felt good because my very own handsome husband requested this and he was there in the room watching me being felt up by another man. I asked myself how far would Louis go with his hand? I didn’t have to wait long to find out. His hand reached my wet panty-covered crotch.
My husband could not see Louis’s fingers moving and searching but Louis was probing for the lips of my pussy. Again I admit the moving fingers between my legs felt extremely good. The fingers were very active under my skirt and I was being finger-fucked right in front of my husband. I dropped a leg off his lap, separating my legs farther to give Louis more ample access to my anxious pussy.
Finally I didn’t want any more obstructions between my pussy and his hand. “Let me take my panties off for you,” I said.
Louis released his grip on me. I stood and reached under my skirt to pull my panties down. I looked at Louis and he had brought his fingers to his nose, taking in my pussy scent. “Have a souvenir,” I said, tossing my panties to him.
Again I seated myself on Louis’s lap. I hiked my skirt up, giving my husband a perfect view of my thick bush. Separating my legs I waited for Louis’s finger in anticipation. I watched with enjoyment as Louis’s finger moved in and out of my moist cunt. I even said to my husband, “Look at that finger giving me pleasure.”
Benny’s eyes were glued to our neighbor’s finger penetrating me and Louis brought me to a wonderful climax there in front of my husband.
After catching my breath, I opened Louis’s fly, undid his belt buckle and knelt in front of him. I was going to give Louis the best blowjob ever as my husband was going to watch his wife satisfy the neighbor. Louis’s cock was huge, certainly bigger than Benny’s. I enjoyed licking and sucking on Louis’s swollen cock. The biggest enjoyment was taking his load down my throat into my stomach. The thick salty load was delicious. Since that day my husband has not brought up the incident. If he wants me to perform again though, I’m willing.—
Name and address withheld
It’s dark. It’s late. It’s a perfect time to read your magazine. My husband of two years is telling me about what he’d love to see me do. You see, Evan absolutely loves to watch as some other man fucks me into oblivion. He says that to watch me get so into whomever I’m with, and to watch them get me so turned on, makes him extremely hard and horny.
He says that I scream louder and come harder when I have a thick dick stroking me just the way that I enjoy it. He likes it so much that it has happened on quite a few occasions with more than a few different guys. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not implying that I don’t have a good time with him too. Believe me, I do. It’s just a big turn-on for me to do this for him and see him get off on it.
Anyway, I was just thinking that now is a good time to write about one of our most memorable quests. That’s the name we’ve given to these wild excursions that we get ourselves into. I guess what people say is true: you always remember your first time. That’s our case for sure.
We had tossed around the idea for a while, but I always got apprehensive about actually going through with it. I could only see the negative side of it, the “what ifs.” When I finally did agree, I was still not sure about just what I was getting myself into. People don’t exactly think highly of a woman who does this sort of thing. At least, prior to our quests, those were my thoughts.
It began with an overnight trip to the lake with one of Evan’s friends, Mick. My husband had told me earlier of his intentions and asked if I was going to back out. As nervous and unsure about it as I still was, I told him not to worry.
We met up with some more of our friends in the early afternoon. We swam, drank and rode jet skis, and I had forgotten all about what was going to take place later that night.
After it got dark, the three of us went to our truck to turn in for the night. We had parked a bit away from everyone else on purpose.
Mick joined us and we arranged our sleeping bags in the bed of the truck; my husband and I zipped ours together into a double. Of course I was to be in the middle. After bedding down, Evan was all over me. Having someone else so near to us went from being slightly uncomfortable to a big turn-on.
As we fucked, Mick was quietly beating off beside me. My husband had suggested that I give some of my hot, wet pussy to him. I rolled over and turned my ass toward Mick.
Doggie-style and from behind are my very favorite positions. Mick slowly slid his raging hard-on up against my backside. He must have known that I was sopping wet, because at the instant his cockhead found my wet spot, he entered me with one long, hard thrust. I let out a soft moan as my eyeballs rolled back in my head.
Although this quest lasted all through the night and long into the afternoon, it was that one penetrating thrust that has stuck in my memory above any other. My husband always says that that was the precise moment I got hooked.—
I.J., La Crosse, Wisconsin
The older I get, the crazier my ideas and thoughts get. I’m forty-nine years of age and have been happily married to Lana for twenty-six years. Lana and I have had a great sex life. She has pleased me in many ways, especially when posing for me and my camera. We even did some swinging a few years back.
My wildest fantasy has always been to see my wife in action with a couple of guys, a threesome. But I could never get the nerve to bring up the topic. It took a very long time, but two months ago I finally got up the guts to ask her if she’d please me by getting involved in a three-some.
I was surprised and shocked by her answer. Lana informed me that she would indeed go along with the threesome; however, I would have to be one of the two men. That is not what I wanted, but then I thought, beggars can’t be choosers.
I was very selective about whom my partner would be and I decided on a co-worker of mine named Lucas.
Again I had to get up enough nerve to talk to Lucas about this. He at first thought it was a joke, but when he realized I was serious, the date and time were set.
Lana was all dolled up for our big night in a white transparent blouse, short red skirt, dark hose and high heels. At seven sharp, Lucas arrived. Lana was in for a big surprise. I wasn’t completely honest with my wife; I had not told her that Lucas was black. I could tell right away by the expression on her face that she was not expecting this.
Lana and I sat on the couch with Lucas across from us. I could tell he was enjoying looking up Lana’s skirt and ogling the scenery with her legs crossed.
I thought it was time to get the show started, but now I didn’t exactly know where to begin. I slipped an arm over my wife’s shoulders and pulled her toward me, then kissed her passionately on the mouth. It was a long tender kiss and while Lana and I were smooching, I felt her move a bit. I quickly found out why Lana had moved. Lucas had joined us on the couch and now Lana was sandwiched in between us.
It was deathly quiet. No one spoke a word. Nonchalantly I reached for the top button of my wife’s blouse and undid it. I reached for the second and Lucas took the cue. I watched as he placed his large dark hand on Lana’s nylon covered knee. As I worked on the third blouse button I saw Lucas’s hand move slowly up and under Lana’s skirt. In doing so I watched my wife’s skirt being pushed up. It was a nice surprise to see that my wife was in regular nylon stockings. He had the skirt up above the dark nylon tops, showing a bit of soft white skin and white garters.
I continued working on my wife’s buttons. I began nibbling on Lana’s ear, slipping a wet tongue in and out. Lana tilted her head to allow me room and encouraged me to continue. I had the opportunity to glance down many times into Lana’s lap. Lucas had his hand buried in my wife’s crotch. I watched with enjoyment as a long black finger worked over her white panties to play with the lips of her vagina. She even separated her legs to let him get a good feel.
I had Lana’s blouse open. I unhooked the clasp at the front of her bra and soon I had a large dark brown nipple in my mouth. Now for the first time I noticed Lana squirming in her seat. I could even hear some loud breathing coming from her. I figured Lucas was really getting her motor running.
I soon found out that I wasn’t in control anymore. Lucas just kind of shifted over. As he continued fingering my wife, he began kissing her hungrily on the mouth. Lana showed absolutely no sign of resistance or objection.
This wasn’t exactly the show I wanted. I wanted to see two men enjoy my wife, but I sat back with a smile. Lana sat still now as Lucas removed her panties. I stared in disbelief as he lowered his head between Lana’s legs and ate her pussy. She closed her eyes, pushing her hips up to meet Lucas’s hungry mouth as moans of pleasure escaped her.
Within three minutes Lana was jerking and moving wildly. She was rocking with enjoyment and pleasure as she had her orgasm. My wife continued jerking uncontrollably as Lucas lapped at her juices. She had completely forgotten that I was even in the room. “Take your pants off,” she urged Lucas.
When Lucas removed his pants I could not believe the size of the black monster that was showing. Lucas had at least ten inches standing at attention. The way my wife was staring at it, I knew she didn’t think it was real. In fact, she reached out and took it in her small hand to convince herself she wasn’t dreaming.
Lucas and my wife didn’t have intercourse that evening; instead, I watched as she took as much of that black meat as she could into her mouth and gave Lucas a great blowjob. Lucas pumped his load down into my wife’s tummy and she really enjoyed it.
I still want to watch my wife make two guys happy. I want to sit back and watch as they fill all her openings. Now that she’s got a start, it won’t be so hard.—
H.D., Anniston, Alabama
My wife and I had been married for only a year when we moved to a new town because of my job. My sexy young wife Caitlin became restless staying at home and volunteered to be an usher at the local arts center, where plays and concerts were held. She spent two or three evenings a week there, showing people to their seats.
One night about a month later, Caitlin came home and confessed to me that the young manager of the center, Nathan, had made a pass at her. She had found him very attractive from the first moment they met. She reassured me that it was just pure sexual magnetism and nothing more and that I didn’t have to worry about our marriage.
“When you tell me not to worry,” I said to her, “that’s when I worry. Let’s hear more about this magnetic guy.”
Then she told me what had happened that evening. My wife had finished up work and gone into the office to get her coat. Handsome Nathan was in the office at the time and came over and told her what a fine job she was doing. Caitlin said she was captivated by his powerful animal presence and could only mumble some sort of reply.
As she turned to go, he brushed against her. Their eyes met and she fell into his arms, gasping for breath. Right from the start, she was completely under his spell.
Nathan pulled her tight against his muscular frame and kissed her deeply, sliding his tongue into her mouth. She responded by pressing her tongue against his, initiating a sort of erotic joust. Caitlin confessed that she was so excited by this beautiful man that she went weak in the knees and sagged into him. He had to hold her swooning body up.
After a few minutes of sloppy necking, Nathan put his hand on one of her large breasts and began gently massaging it. Caitlin told me that she felt like she was about to go over the edge as his fingers played with her erect nipple, plucking it maddeningly.
Her undies were already damp and she was about to have an orgasm. Then she remembered me—good girl—and pushed away from her seducer, saying she was married. Nathan said he understood and let the intense feeling come down slowly. But when she came home to me she was flushed and still very aroused and high-colored.