I was dreaming about a procession of d.i.c.ks going in and out of Rachel"s p.u.s.s.y while my c.o.c.k felt like it was covered with hundreds of b.u.t.terflies. As I floated from sleep to consciousness, I realized my wife was sucking my now-hard p.e.n.i.s.
Seeing that I was awake, she slid up my body and whispered, "Want to watch me f.u.c.k Joe some more?"
I smiled and said, "Who are you, wicked wench, and what have you done with my sweet, innocent wife?"
"I think she got screwed up so her brain"s in her p.u.s.s.y now," she said, rubbing her crotch on my leg.
Joe was on his back, with one leg stretched out at an angle. Rachel crawled between his legs and used her mouth on his limp d.i.c.k. She didn"t just suck it, she made love to it. It soon stood tall and proud. I wasn"t sure whether he was awake when she moved up and crouched over his towering pole. Again I was amazed by the size of it-not to mention the fact that Rachel was able to take the entire thing up her p.u.s.s.y.
She held his d.i.c.k with both hands and rubbed the head all over her c.u.n.t. She soon had it shining with her juices. She looked right at me as she slid herself halfway down over the huge rod. Her eyes glazed over, and her body twitched from the thrill of his entry. But she kept her eyes on mine as she paused for a few seconds. The pleasure in them was almost tangible.
In a soft voice she said, "Honey, you like seeing his big d.i.c.k in my c.u.n.t, don"t you? Can you see how full and wet my p.u.s.s.y is?" She began to move up and down on his pylon, taking in a bit more each time and emitting a cry of joy with each down-stroke.
Joe was awake for sure now, and his hands moved up Rachel"s body to her t.i.ts. "d.a.m.n," he said, "I must be dead, because this has got to be heaven!" He tweaked her nipples while she drove down on his d.i.c.k until she had it all in. When she hit bottom, her body exploded.
After she caught her breath, she started s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g again. I lay there watching them f.u.c.k in all kinds of positions for about forty-five minutes. I guess Joe could last so long because of all the s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g he"d done the night before. I know my wife loved it, and so did I.
Rachel and I agreed that we really enjoyed living out our fantasies, and we have nothing but good feelings about our experience. Now she often accompanies me when I make my trips to the main office, and we spend a night or two with Joe. We haven"t gone back to the swingers" club yet, but we probably will soon.
Yes, small-town life has its advantages, but for certain things, there"s nothing like the big city!-M.H., Lancaster, Pennsylvania HE FANTASIZES ABOUT A HOT WIFE FIT FOR SHARING WITH HIS FRIENDS.
In this fantasy I was married to an Italian beauty with dark brown eyes and chestnut hair, who had matured remarkably from the innocent teenager I first knew.
In our ten years together, Luisa had filled out so well, at five-five, one hundred thirty pounds, that I was the envy of friends and a.s.sociates. I didn"t mind when she wore clothes that showed off her body. I even encouraged her. I was pretty sure she wasn"t quite aware of the feelings she could stir in a man, and we were never short of neighborly men stopping by, or of pool-party invitations.
Once she wore a pair of shorts I"d requested that almost caused an incident at a party. Of course she didn"t know I"d run them through the drier twice as long, and they"d shrunk to the point that they showed the bottom of her a.s.s and the soft stretch material was form-fitting around her crotch. A fellow who"d had too much to drink cornered her in the kitchen. His wife didn"t appreciate it, but we bailed him out, saying he"d had too much. Luisa was no worse for the wear, and it was a turn-on for both of us.
At times I"d ask her about fantasies. I shared mine, but she wouldn"t admit to having them. She was afraid, I think, that by speaking them, she"d give them a life of their own, losing control of them and of herself. This made her that much more special and mysterious. I often wondered what went on in her fantasy world. All women have one, right?
One night at our "guys" night out," the fantasy life of the housewife came up, as s.e.x usually did in some form. Things get looser after enough smoke and alcohol, and guys gave up bits and pieces about themselves and their wives.
Sherm asked me, "Art, how about Luisa? She"s one hot piece. I bet she"s got fantasies about doing another guy, no?"
That got a tot of attention, and I didn"t know what to say. I didn"t know!
"Or another woman, covered with suntan lotion?" Gil ventured.
After some prompting, I finally said I thought it was only standard married s.e.x stuff. That got a chorus of boos. My anger caused me to blurt out that I"d bet Sherm and Gil a thousand dollars I was right, and that all we had to do to confirm it was call Sherm"s wife Maria on the speaker phone. Maria is Luisa"s best friend-besides me-and would simply agree. That would be the end of it.
When we got Maria on the phone, she said that Luisa had admitted an orgy fantasy among others. My jaw dropped. Luisa hadn"t told me a thing about it, and now eight of my friends found out simultaneously. Plus now Sherm and Gil were expecting me to cough up the five hundred each I"d promised them. Well, I drowned my sorrow in a few more beers and said I"d get back to the guys on the money, which I didn"t really have.
The next few days I tried to figure out how to pay the debt and fretted that Luisa hadn"t confided in me. I took comfort in at least knowing she had fantasies.
On Friday, Gil called me at work to suggest we have lunch. When we were done eating, he said he"d been talking to Sherm. They felt bad about our "bet" and had come up with a "solution."
"Since Luisa has that orgy thing-" he began, but I protested. He went on, "Why don"t we forget about the bet? You can just set us up with Luisa."
I was a little fl.u.s.tered-first, that my friends wanted to f.u.c.k my wife, but second, that part of my mind was already beginning to plan it out! However, I wasn"t going to tell Gil that.
He continued, "You know, just us. The others don"t have to know. Hey, it might even be her dream come true! She"s one hot piece of a.s.s, Art. All of the guys would kill to get some of that."
In a hushed tone I said, "Look, this is my wife we"re talking about, not some hooker. What if it was your wife?"
"s.h.i.t, pal, Sherm"s already done Connie, just like I"ve f.u.c.ked Maria. Besides, you"ve got it wrong. We"re not talking about s.e.x for money, just a little swapping. Most of the guys do-except you and Luisa, and maybe another couple."
I was incredulous. "You guys swap?"
"Not formally. It"s spur-of-the-moment, like over a joint. All good, clean fun."
"Marriages all intact?" I asked. "No problems? No pettiness?"
"Better than the seventies," he said.
"Even if I said yes, Luisa would never go for it," I said. "She doesn"t even like Sherm. Look, I"ll get you the money."
"Forget the money," Gil said. "That was just a joke. Talk to Luisa. Maybe this is the chance she"s been waiting for."
That"s where we left it. Throughout the day, and into the commute home, I pictured myself saying, "Look, I want you to sleep with not one but two friends of mine, including one you hate, because while they say I don"t owe them, I did make a drunken bet about fantasies you have that you won"t admit to me, but only to your friend Maria."
No, it wasn"t fair to blame her for that. She could confide in who she wanted.
I could say, "They think maybe you"ll like having them do G.o.d-knows-what to you." That gave me a tingle. What would they do to her, if they could? The images roaring through my mind like an unstoppable freight train left me glad I didn"t have to walk right away. I never realized how kinky my imagination could be.
That mood stayed with me through dinner and the ensuing evening, except during s.e.x, when somehow the freight trains roaring in my mind led to mind-blowing o.r.g.a.s.ms. Luisa asked what had changed my mood so abruptly, and I confided in her-up to a point. Her eyes widened, her lips parted in surprise, as she heard about the bet, then Gil"s suggestion of what we could do, not as a bet, but as friends, and then his claim that we were the only ones who weren"t swapping.
Not wanting to raise the subject of fantasies, I didn"t say what the "bet" was about. While I explained Gil"s idea, my b.o.n.e.r sprang up. Luisa must have felt it as it throbbed against her inner thigh.
"You want to know, do I want to f.u.c.k Gil and Sherm? Sherm, of all people?" Her hand slipped to my hard-on, ma.s.saging as she talked. "And apparently this is a turn-on for you?" She pushed the covers off and straddled me, still holding my pole. "You want me to do it, huh?" It was more a statement than a question. She rubbed my c.o.c.khead against her wet c.u.n.t lips. As she worked my c.o.c.k back in her c.u.n.t she said, "Tell me you want me to f.u.c.k them. Tell me."
As she rode me like a bucking bronco, I lost it. I said yes, and we both rode a huge o.r.g.a.s.m to its climax. Afterward, we lay there in bliss, holding each other.
Luisa said, "Sunday night we"ll say they"re coming over to watch football."
"Will it make it easier for you if I"m not here?" I asked.
"No, no," she said, "if I"m f.u.c.king your friends for you, I want you here to see what they do. All I ask is that you don"t say anything. I might lose my nerve."
I was glad she said that. I didn"t want to miss seeing it either.
When I called Gil to convey the invitation for Sunday, he was in full agreement and said he"d pa.s.s the word to Sherm. That set, we waited for the main event.
Sunday was steeped in preparation and antic.i.p.ation. Luisa seemed nervous yet relaxed, in that the burden was all on Gil and Sherm. If nothing else, it would be different from the familiar s.e.x we shared. She seemed absolutely radiant.
Seven o"clock finally arrived, and so did the guys, carrying a couple of bottles of champagne and flowers and a pouch. We exchanged nervous pleasantries. As Gil uncorked a bottle of bubbly, Luisa came down the stairs in a French maid"s outfit she"d worn at Halloween, complete with thigh-high black stockings and high heels.
She said, "I"ll get that," took the bottle and handed gla.s.ses of champagne all around. When she bent over to give the guests theirs, she flashed me, and I saw she had no panties on under that short skirt. As she bent to fill my gla.s.s, I knew the guys were getting a first hard look at the delights they were soon to enjoy. She paused at my gla.s.s for quite a time, legs slightly askew. She was basking in the embarra.s.sed look on my face as her happy c.u.n.t smiled at Gil and Sherm.
Her perfume, my favorite, filled the air with her every movement. I was lost in its fragrance-she wore it the first time we had s.e.x. She proceeded to down the rest of the bottle and handed me the next one to open. Champagne is her drink of choice, and just a little makes her h.o.r.n.y, so I was surprised at how much she was drinking. Nerves? Or abandon? I popped the cork and prepared to refill her gla.s.s, but she took the bottle and sat on Gil"s lap, sipping away.
She kissed Gil and said to Sherm and him, "What did you boys have in mind?"
Gil"s hand ma.s.saged her stockinged thigh while he whispered-something nasty, I"m sure. Luisa giggled. "What do you think my husband would say?"
The men stood, and Luisa undressed them. They kissed her and explored her supple body through the thin fabric. My nervousness and a growing erection made me change positions, watching my friends seduce my wife-or was it vice versa? Sherm"s hand slid under her skirt, cupping her p.u.s.s.y and making her shudder and moan between kisses.
With that she led us upstairs, smiling at me. Her sweet a.s.s glided ever so gracefully. In the bedroom, she led me to the chair by the bed and said, "Sit" I sat.
"Tell me again what you want to do to me," she cooed to the others, and they did as they finished undressing.
Sherm sprawled out across our king-size bed. His c.o.c.k dwarfed Gil"s-and mine, for that matter. Gil stood French-kissing Luisa deeply and undid the last few b.u.t.tons on her outfit. It slipped to the floor. She stood ma.s.saging Gil"s c.o.c.k in her hands. Her body was hotter than ever. The light danced off her milk-white t.i.ts, nipples fully erect. She backed onto the bed and knelt between the men.
Sherm came up behind Luisa and kissed the back of her neck and shoulders. Both men poured ma.s.sage oil on their fingers, which danced around her t.i.ts, cupping and kneading. She loved oil ma.s.sages, and especially loved this four-handed one. I enjoyed watching it too. Gil waved his c.o.c.k at Luisa, and she ran her tongue up and down it, lingering to suck the head. From his pouch Sherm drew a ten-inch c.o.c.k-shaped vibrator. He lubed it with K-Y jelly. I started to protest, but Luisa stopped me.
"You promised not to say anything."
I slumped back in the chair as Sherm, now smiling, rubbed the vibrating slick stick against my wife"s p.u.s.s.y lips, finding her c.l.i.t occasionally, as evidenced by the gurgles that came from her c.o.c.k-filled mouth. Gil was saying how good she sucked and how good it felt. In a matter of moments, she stopped sucking. Rocking on the vibrator shaft, she had her first o.r.g.a.s.m of the night.
They turned her on her side so Sherm could enjoy her tongue. Gil knelt between her thighs and nibbled at her p.u.s.s.y and c.l.i.t, driving her wild. Sherm"s fully engorged c.o.c.k looked enormous. I saw some apprehension in Luisa"s eyes.
"I"m not sure it"ll fit," she whispered.
But it was Gil who worked his c.o.c.k-head in her p.u.s.s.y, then plunged in.
"It"s everything I thought it would be," Gil said. "Your p.u.s.s.y is like silk." He plowed her rhythmically, and with the head of Sherm"s pole in her mouth, she just moaned and grunted. I couldn"t believe I was seeing my wife lying between my friends, with one f.u.c.king her and the other stuffing his giant d.i.c.k in her face. What a turn-on! I wanted her but couldn"t have her-just a foot away.
Gil pulled out, and Sherm moved toward Luisa"s sweet p.u.s.s.y.
"I"m not sure-" she started.
"Don"t worry," Sherm said. He rubbed a lot of K-Y on the vibrator and went at her-p.u.s.s.y lips again, while Gil wiped off his c.o.c.k and she downed more champagne. The buzzing of the vibrator soon brought her back to a rhythmic frenzy.
"Oh, that"s so good!" she exclaimed.
Her body was already in convulsions when Sherm slid the vibrator between her p.u.s.s.y lips. With a back-and-forth, in-and-out motion, he soon had it three-quarters of the way in her box, stretching her c.u.n.t wall. She thrust her hips up to receive the probe, loosening up hitherto-unreached areas of her p.u.s.s.y. Sherm worked the vibrator deeper, all the way in to the nub. On the final thrust of the d.i.l.d.o, Gil again waved his c.o.c.k at Luisa from above. He spread oil on her t.i.ts, then greased her body generously all over till she shimmered in the light.
Sherm pulled out the vibrator slowly. Luisa, still whimpering, now worked his bulbous head in her gaping hole.
"Ooh, it feels bigger," she squealed.
"I"ve always wanted to f.u.c.k your wife, Art," said Sherm, working into a faster rhythm. "Look how she likes my c.o.c.k."
To her he said, "Baby, you like my c.o.c.k, huh? Say it!"
"I like it," she squealed. "f.u.c.k me! Oh yeah, hard, like that! Come on my t.i.ts."
Sherm"s huge c.o.c.k was buried to the hilt, and my wife was lost in l.u.s.t, her p.u.s.s.y lips straining to take it all in. They held her leg up and rolled her on her side, and Gil got in behind her greased body, making a sandwich.
"Hey, what are you-" Luisa started to say, but never got a chance to finish. Gil"s well-lubed c.o.c.k worked in her virgin a.s.s, and both men pumped in and out of her orifices. To this point she"d been a virgin to all but me. Now she"d lost her cherry to the world both ways. All three of them grunted and groaned, on the verge of a major o.r.g.a.s.m. Sherm and Gil prepared to pull out.
Luisa yelled, "Come in me, come in me! Don"t stop, it"s so good!"
They all rocked until they came, all three tired, Luisa exhausted. The guys kissed her again and again in appreciation of what she"d shared with them, thanked me, got dressed and left.
The sight of Luisa lying spread-eagle on the bed, her c.u.n.t dotted with come, was too much! I crawled between her legs and ate her p.u.s.s.y till she mewled. I followed that up by f.u.c.king her till I loaded her c.u.n.t up again. Afterward, we lay in each other"s arms for quite some time, basking in the afterglow, then showered together and went to bed exhausted, happy and in love.
The next morning I took the day off from work, and we enjoyed a leisurely breakfast together. In the course of conversation, the subject of s.e.xual fantasies came up. I asked how Maria would know about her orgy fantasies.
She laughed. "Orgy fantasies?" she said. "That"s her fantasy. She"s been teasing me like that for years. I would never tell her something like that."
It had been a gimmick set up by the guys to finally get in her hot box! But neither of us was complaining. In fact, we were planning an encore performance. I got to see my wife do things I never would"ve thought she"d do. Now we set up and acted out our fantasies together, opening up our marriage to more erotic excitement than ever, secure in our mutual love.
How many marriages are secure enough for a man to ask his wife to f.u.c.k another guy, or for a woman to ask her husband if she could? Just wondering.-A.N., Cleveland, Ohio HIS WIFE"S OLD FRIEND KNEW SECRETS THAT DROVE HER WILD WITH PLEASURE I met my future wife while stationed overseas in the service. Years later, when I got out of the Army, I chose to stay here in Denmark and marry Tina, a gorgeous green-eyed blonde, five feet, a hundred and five pounds.
Not long ago we were at a disco club when we ran into an old friend of Tina"s named Rikke, a tall blonde with green eyes and a s.e.xy body. They hadn"t seen each other in ten years, so they had a lot to catch up on. Rikke loves s.e.x and likes to talk about it. At one point she began talking about the time she picked up two guys, and went from detail to detail. Eventually I excused myself and went to the bar to get a drink.
When I returned to our table, Rikke was alone. Tina had gone to the ladies" room. Rikke asked if she could ask a personal question. I said sure. She asked if Tina was still so crazy about threesomes, because she would really like to have s.e.x with us. Before I could answer, she had an idea. We could go to her place, and later her boyfriend would be coming by. Carl happens to be black. Rikke said Tina always had a fantasy of f.u.c.king a black guy.
All this talk about f.u.c.king was making me h.o.r.n.y. Tina and I had never discussed this fantasy of hers. We have had threesomes before, but it was always two girls and one guy, me. Still, the thought of seeing my wife get f.u.c.ked by a black d.i.c.k and at the same time me f.u.c.king Rikke-well, that was an opportunity I couldn"t pa.s.s up.
Rikke told me not to say anything to Tina. She got out a cellular phone from her purse and called Carl. As she told him about her plan, I got the idea. He was supposed to walk in while the three of us were engaged in hot s.e.x.
The three of us arrived in Rikke"s apartment and had drinks to loosen up. Minutes later we were on the bed seriously exploring each other"s bodies. The women had gotten themselves in the 69 position when Carl walked in. At first Tina didn"t notice him. Rikke sure did, though. She went straight for his d.i.c.k, which was extremely large. Tina watched her sucking him off while I fingered her. Rikke asked Tina if she wanted some. Tina didn"t answer.
Carl kissed my wife and laid her gently on her back. She closed her eyes while he positioned himself between her legs. Seeing this, I slid over toward Rikke and sucked on her p.u.s.s.y. I glanced over at my wife and saw Carl f.u.c.king her with his giant d.i.c.k. By now my own was hard, and soon I began to f.u.c.k Rikke.
The four of us continued f.u.c.king the whole night, until we fell asleep from exhaustion. When I woke up, it was still dark. My three bedmates were not only awake, but at it again! Carl was f.u.c.king Tina hard and fast. She moaned and twisted and gave a squeal as she exploded in o.r.g.a.s.m.
Tina and I are looking forward to other adventures. You can bet we plan to share them with Penthouse Letters readers.-L.J., Copenhagen, Denmark AT A NUDIST RESORT, GETTING NAKED IS JUST THE START OF THE FUN TIMES.
It was a humid day, a great day to be at a nudist resort. We found lounge chairs facing the sun, the pool and the poolside bar. It"s fun to sit around the pool at a nudist resort, because that"s where all the nudists are.
We were on our second round of drinks when we saw a couple scanning the pool area from their balcony above the poolside bar. They had evidently just arrived, for they were still clothed. The man was taking off his shirt, and as he did, he saw my wife, Beverly. She saw him too but nonchalantly went on reading her book as she slowly spread her legs, giving him a view of her trimmed p.u.s.s.y. I wasn"t paying that much attention to them, because I had a great view of his wife removing her dress in the full-length window. All she had on now was a lace G-string and half-cup bra that held her very full b.r.e.a.s.t.s up and out, fully exposing her hardened nipples.
She slid her G-string slowly down her legs, displaying her nearly completely shaved treasure box. Then she joined her husband on the balcony, wearing only her bra. I noticed that Beverly had put her book down and was coating her legs with suntan oil. As her hands spread oil over her spread thighs, she continued to offer an intimate view. The man"s focus never left her. He reached down, unfastened his pants and removed them, exposing a large c.o.c.k more than halfway to being hard. He pointed us out to his wife, who looked at us and smiled, then gave her husband a long, sensual kiss. He patted her a.s.s as they went in their room, his nearly hard c.o.c.k swaying as they walked.
Beverly looked at me and said, "That was a lot of fun. What a s.e.xy couple!" And we both thought that was that. But a few minutes later a couple of drinks arrived, with a note inviting us up to the couple"s room. With very little discussion, we decided to accept. I should tell you, if you haven"t figured it out, that Beverly and I are exhibitionists and love to be naked. The thought of being in close quarters with such an attractive couple, our bodies totally bared to each other, had us shivering with excitement.
The man greeted us naked at the door and introduced himself as Drew. He was the warm and friendly type, shaking my hand and kissing Beverly"s. He seated us at a small gla.s.s table just big enough to hold our drinks. As he introduced us to his wife Anna, he stood next to the seated Beverly with his c.o.c.k only inches from her face. Anna sat across from me, still wearing that s.e.xy bra. As we chatted, she stared openly at my c.o.c.k. Drew, still next to Beverly, rested his hand on her shoulder.
At one point Anna told a funny joke, and as we all laughed I noticed Beverly"s hand on Drew"s leg. She leaned forward as she laughed, and his c.o.c.k brushed her cheek. It filled out to impressive proportions. Anna put her hand on my thigh and invited me to join her in the kitchen to make more drinks. I looked back as we left the room. Beverly was smiling broadly as she listened to Drew and watched his hard-on bobbing an inch from her lips.
As much as I wanted to watch this rapidly developing situation, I was distracted by Anna"s teasing. She led me in the small kitchen, talking away, with her arm around my back, her hand resting on my hip just above my buns. As she talked, she moved closer, pressing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s against me. Her hand slipped down to caress my a.s.s crack. I had no idea what she was talking about, but when she licked her lips, I couldn"t stand it anymore. I pulled her to me and kissed that soft, sensual mouth. Wow! I was hard in a split second. When we broke apart, Anna gave me a s.e.xy smile and started making drinks. I moved in behind her and stroked her t.i.ts and pulled on her nipples while my c.o.c.k slipped between her legs.
As I expected, when we returned with the drinks, Beverly was giving Drew head, which she loves to do. She stopped reluctantly as we came in but continued stroking his c.o.c.k as she sipped her drink. Drew and I remained standing, with our c.o.c.ks looking as if they might burst any second. The women kept their eyes on our love-muscles while teasingly displaying their tempting a.s.sets.
Every so often as we talked and drank, one or another of the ladies gave Drew or me a stroke or two, a quick lick or a lingering suck, keeping us on edge for what seemed like forever. Anna started talking about the differences between our c.o.c.ks-in width, length and taste. I saw my opportunity and wondered about the differences in their p.u.s.s.ies. In no time at all, Drew and I were tasting, licking and sucking on their treasures, as Beverly and Anna sat side-by-side on the sofa, legs spread wide, moaning uncontrollably.
I couldn"t wait. I moved forward and slid the head of my d.i.c.k up and down over Beverly"s moist love-lips. Drew and Anna leaned over for a closer look. Drew took hold of my c.o.c.k and pushed it in Beverly. As I pumped her, he sucked on her nipples and played with her c.l.i.t. Anna moved around behind me, licking my b.a.l.l.s and the underside of my c.o.c.k as I slid in and out of Beverly. Drew stood up and placed his c.o.c.k in front of my wife"s face. She didn"t need to be asked twice, or even once. She was slurping and sucking in no time.