LETTERS TO PENTHOUSE L

by Penthouse International

Genres: Women's Fiction; Romance Anthologies & Collections

Synopsis

Celebrating 50 years of Penthouse Magazine, this edition of Letters to Penthouse focuses on a very popular magazine topic...wild wives!

When Brides Go Wild

Penthouse readers know that when it comes to forbidden sex, married women can be very hot, experienced, and insatiable. Now in this milestone collection of erotic letters, you will meet the naughtiest of these lusty ladies. They do what they want, when they want, and who they want. And their husbands couldn't be happier.

Get ready to discover the joys of these wanton wives. Thrill as they seduce cherry but eager cute young guys and show them that the first time is the best time. Marvel as they beat cheating spouses at their own game-where the planning is almost as much delicious fun as the payoff. Delight when they wallow in sin not with the other man . . . but another woman. They're the vixens who turn marital blahs into marital bliss, with or without hubby . . . and you won't want to miss one steamy second.

Never get off this marriage-go-round-and you're guaranteed to get off all night.

Release date: January 27, 2015

Publisher: Grand Central Publishing

Print pages: 368

Sample

My name is Barbi and I live in a small Midwestern farm town with my husband. It’s a quaint town, but it can be dull and boring. I’m not easily amused and I need a lot of stimulation, so I’ve learned to pass the time by surfing the Internet. It’s no substitute for the attention I crave, but I enjoy it. One hot summer’s evening, my husband was working late and it was too humid to sit outside and wait for him, so I decided to stay inside our air-conditioned house and surf the Internet.

I entered one of my favorite chat rooms and had a private conversation with a couple I will call Betsey and Paul. At first I thought I was chatting with a lone woman. As we chatted more, I discovered that she was just as horny as I was, and often used the web to relieve boredom and increase sexual fantasies. We also found that we both owned webcams and liked being involved in online sexual encounters.

She said she had blonde hair, blue eyes, long, sexy legs and considered herself a BBW—big beautiful woman. Her measurements were 42-34-46, which are similar to mine. She wanted to know if I’d ever been with a female and if I was bisexual. I told her I was not bisexual and had never had an actual sexual encounter with a woman, other than online sex; however, I was turned on by the idea.

She asked if I wanted to play with our webcams and I said yes. I confided in her that although I felt I am sexy as hell, I had reservations about showing my body on camera. She said she would be the judge of that and asked if I had a picture of myself. I sent her a picture and figured she would end the chat after seeing me. But she typed back that she looked at my hot, sexy picture and wanted to climb through my computer and prove to me that I was both beautiful and sexy. She said we could use voice chat until I was comfortable with more than that.

I was aroused by the thought and my pussy dripped and my clit throbbed. I told her a little about myself and she replied that she would love to cater to my needs and help me relieve some of my stress and pain. She said I was to stop what I was doing because, “We want to distract you.”

I asked her, “Did you say ‘we’?”

She explained that her husband was sitting next to her listening and he was horny as hell.

“Let’s turn him on,” she insisted.

I replied, “Let’s go for it. It sounds like it could be fun.”

We entered voice chat where she said I should listen and wait for her instructions. By this time my panties were soaked. She instructed me to strip slowly, and once I had removed my bra, I was to suck my tits loud enough for them to hear. I was to continue until I was totally naked and then use my sex toys. I had my eight-inch vibrator handy and my pussy was ready for action. It was wet and dripped like a faucet. When Betsey instructed me to use the vibrator, I could hear her moving around and moaning softly. She said her husband’s cock was hard and she was horny.

I licked my lips and moaned softly. She told me to run the vibrator from my swollen clit to my puckered asshole. She was fully excited and her voice quivered when she spoke. Then I heard her husband tell her to spread her legs and give him the vibrator, so he could taste her pussy as he used it on her. I was excited and almost came, but I waited to come with her.

Betsey said not to slide the vibrator in my ass or pussy, but to tease my ass until it relaxed. I fingered my pussy and encircled my asshole with the vibrator. It was relaxed and opened as if to say, “Fuck me now.”

I could tell Betsey would come soon. She told me not to come yet, but to slowly slide as much of the vibrator as I could into my ass, and I did as she said. Then I slid it deeper into my ass as my hips moved up and down, and I heard her gasp and scream, “Fuck my ass, Paul. Oh, yes, fuck me.”

When I heard her shaking voice I screamed, “Oh, fuck yes,” as I fucked my ass deep and hard. Soon we were screaming together, “I’m coming.”

She instructed me to slide the vibrator deep into my pussy while she sucked Paul’s cock and swallowed his sweet juice. Paul wrote that they had traded places and Betsey was kneeling in front of him eagerly sucking his hard, nine-inch cock. He told her to lick his cock like a lollipop and to encircle his head with her tongue. Paul was so aroused that his breathing increased as he got closer to coming. But Betsey stopped and warned him, “Don’t come yet.”

I heard her lips slurping as she licked and sucked him for what seemed like ten minutes. I rubbed my hard, juicy clit as I told Betsey I wished I could suck her clit while she sucked Paul’s dick. By then she had sucked him whole and had her finger deep in his ass. I heard Paul yell out with pleasure as he shot his load deep in her throat and she sucked harder to get every sweet drop. I couldn’t contain myself any longer and I yelled, “Oh, yes, I’m coming, I’m coming.”

Paul wrote back that he wished he could lick my clit and asshole. I replied, “Oh, yes, I wish I was straddling your lips and you were drinking my juices.” I said it was a good thing I was sitting on a huge towel because I hadn’t come this hard since my husband found my G-spot.

Betsey signed offline for a while because they wanted to keep going with just the two of them. I amused myself by using a mirror to watch as I continued to rub my clit.

When we resumed chatting, Betsey said they wished we were in the same room. I told her my husband was hesitant about swapping or seeing me with others. She said, “We can help solve that problem. Maybe we can get together when we’re on vacation.” I laughed and we signed off vowing to get together again soon.

Later that night I told my husband about the encounter, but I did not mention meeting Betsey and Paul. I was skeptical of his reaction, but I underestimated him. I have never seen his dick get so hard, so fast. He told me that he secretly wanted to watch me with another woman while he masturbated. Then he undressed me and fucked me for the next two hours. If I’d known he’d get that hot from hearing about my cybersex encounters, I’d have told him a long time ago.

The next day when my husband was preparing to leave for work, he winked at me and said, “I get off early tonight and then I’m all yours for a couple of days. We can do whatever you want.” I’ve been dripping wet all evening thinking of things we can do on and offline. I’ve also been wondering if now is a good time to teach him how to fuck this sweet ass. After all, there’s no time like the present.

—B.C.,Tulsa, Oklahoma   

My sexy blonde wife of ten years has large boobs but is remarkably slim for a thirty-year-old mother of four. (I’m forty-three.) Ginny’s sex drive has increased steadily over the last two years, while mine has reversed. She says a woman of thirty and a man of eighteen are both at their sexual peak.

I’ve never been able to have sex more than twice a week. Ginny brought dildos and vibrators to bed to substitute for me the other five nights a week—and sometimes after I’ve finished.

We read Penthouse Letters and enjoy all the letters, especially the “slutty wife takes stud lover” ones. We used to fantasize about Ginny fucking someone else, and talked it through during sex. She knew it would keep my cock hard.

Six months later we progressed to actually trying it. We agreed we’d only do it away from home, so we booked a suite, the largest in the hotel, to try our plan. There were several places in the suite where I could hide to witness my beautiful wife getting serviced.

Ginny has always been attracted to younger men, and she said that was her choice. The hotel is near a sports arena. A lot of fans were staying overnight after a big game. We headed to the bar separately, each with our own room key. She was wearing a small white skirt and a blue silk top. We are fairly well off, and all her clothes are designer. She is a classy lady, which any man would love to have.

Around ten, two guys about nineteen or twenty started chatting with her. She was really teasing them, and even I noticed their erections. She signaled to me, and I left to hide.

Ten minutes later they entered the suite—not two, but four of them. They were all staying in the same room to split the cost. They talked about my wife among themselves as if she wasn’t there.

She said, “You can do anything you want to me.” She looked so beautiful. She asked if they had girlfriends. Two did; both girls were eighteen-year-old cheerleaders. The other two guys were still looking.

I could tell Ginny was worried they wouldn’t like her body. After four children, she’s not exactly like an eighteen-year-old. They started to strip her. When her bra was removed, they said things like, “Look at her tits. They’re saggy.”

From my vantage point, I could see Ginny’s face. I saw that she was not enjoying their comments.

They pushed her onto the large bed. She went to remove her shoes and was told to leave them on. She made a point of taking them off. I smiled. The guys went for her silky white G-string, stretching it every which way until inevitably it ripped. She was panting now, and her chest was heaving.

Ginny let the guys pull her legs as far apart as they would go. Their mouths all dropped as they stared at her womanhood.

“Fucking hell, she’s got a big cunt,” one of them said.

“Bloody hell,” another said. “Let’s have a look.”

I could see that Ginny wasn’t pleased, and wondered how much more she would put up with. One guy pulled her open pussy to the left while the other pulled the other lip to the right, fully exposing her. They were enthralled, looking right inside my beautiful, intelligent, classy wife as she lay there lustfully waiting in just her diamond jewelry.

They kept talking about her big cunt while her slit dripped juice onto her anus below. Now they were talking about blowjobs. I imagined that having four young cocks at her disposal would appeal to Ginny. They got her on her knees on the bed and lined up. While she sucked the first guy, the others moved behind her and opened her legs. She looked beautiful in doggie position.

They stretched her pussy more, and stuck their fingers in. One hero said, “I can only get one finger in my girlfriend, and all four in her.”

Now they took turns shoving fingers as far in Ginny as they could. From the purring sounds she made, I could tell she was loving it, and the guy she was sucking was the beneficiary of this pleasure. He soon shot his load in her mouth, and another guy took his turn.

Noting some come that had splattered on her face, this genius said, “What a spunky slut!”

Ginny spat out his cock and said with notable poise and elegance, “Do you little pissbrains want to get your rocks off, or what?”

The mood changed. She resumed sucking off the yokel she’d been working on, and when she sucked him dry, number three took his place, followed in turn by four. He didn’t come in her mouth, though. He pulled out and went round back, still working his cock.

“It’s about time one of you showed a little imagination,” she said approvingly.

“Open her cunt,” he said to his friends, and again they pulled her outer lips apart as far as they’d go. But he didn’t fuck her. He worked his cock half an inch from her open cunt and said, “Watch me fire my spunk in this slut.” He came, and a continuous streak of come disappeared in her.

The four heroes all started to dress, and my wife just lay there on the bed staring at them. They were chatting about the big game. None of them seemed to have any interest in fucking her.

One happened to glance at Ginny, lying with her legs spread, and cried, “Look! Your come is dribbling out.” Evidently none of them had seen this with their girlfriends.

I recognized the look on my wife’s face. It’s a look I try not to mess with, ever.

“Don’t you want to take a closer look?” she said, still surprisingly calm.

They gathered round and watched as a pool of come dribbled onto the bed. One of them theorized that the slacker a pussy is, the more the come would dribble out. The others agreed.

Finally Ginny blew, but still with surprising dignity and calm. “Lick it up, you little snotrags,” she said. “Go ahead. Every drop.”

They looked at each other.

“It’s no wonder only two of you have girlfriends. And God knows I feel sorry for those girls. A woman should have her head examined for letting any one of you touch her. Now lick up all your little boys’ come, and then get the fuck out of here.”

I couldn’t believe it, but that is precisely what they did! As they scrambled out, Ginny said, “What was that saying about youth being wasted on the young?”

To my great relief, she was laughing.

“Well, for God’s sake,” she said, “could I at least get a real cock up my cunt?” That I was able to do.

—H.O., Kansas City, Missouri   

A couple of years ago I had to attend a two-day conference in New Orleans. It was around the time of our twentieth anniversary, so my wife and I decided to make a minivacation out of it. We would leave on a Wednesday morning and return the following Monday.

Valerie is very attractive, but over the years and three children has lost some of her youthful curves. She’s about 38-29-38 now, with the most beautiful, soft, shapely legs on earth.

Myself along with many friends still find her very easy to look at. I’m being honest when I say that Valerie has been with only two men in her forty-two years, one being me. I’m a year younger—fit, average in the penis-size department—and I enjoy a good but not great sex life with my wife.

We arrived at our well-known Latin Quarter hotel just after noon and went upstairs to our room, which was top-shelf (paid by my employer): three rooms with a king-size bed and Jacuzzi. After settling in, we wanted to go out for a bite, but it was raining heavily, so we decided to try the hotel pub.

When we went in, the lunch crowd was gone. There were only two other tables occupied, and within fifteen minutes they were empty, too. We chose a table right in front of the bar. The waitress took an order and told us that the bartender would be taking over, as she was at the end of her shift.

Soon the bartender came over with our order and introduced himself as Justin. He made some small talk and left us to our meal. While we ate, he carried on some small talk from behind the bar. I excused myself to hit the men’s room. When I returned, Valerie had changed seats and was now sitting where Justin had an unobstructed view of her.

I must admit she was looking good that afternoon, and she seemed to be enjoying herself more than usual. We talked with Justin for about another hour and a half without interruption, as only one other patron came into the pub. Without question Valerie enjoyed this time. I don’t think she took her eyes off Justin the entire time.

We finally said good-bye and headed to our room for a nap, which we both needed after the long flight. We got to the room and for the next hour enjoyed the most intense sex we’d had in years. Valerie admitted she was fantasizing about Justin all the while we fucked.

We’ve talked occasionally about having a threesome or sex with another couple or the like, but have never tried it. We talked a little about what Valerie thought now, but she still wasn’t sure.

My conference began with a dinner meeting on Thursday; then there were events all day Friday. Thursday afternoon I went down to the bar and discovered that Justin wasn’t working there again till Saturday but that he also worked in the hotel’s fitness center, which was where he was now.

My devilish mind was already in motion. I went back upstairs and told Valerie I was going to ride over to the location of that night’s dinner, to make sure I knew how to get there, which was bullshit. I suggested that she might want to work out, which she normally does on a regular basis.

I left and returned a couple of hours later. When I opened the door to the suite, I heard Valerie moaning loudly from the bedroom.

I walked in—there was no door, just an opening perhaps twelve or fourteen feet wide—and found Valerie slamming her “never leave home without it” eight-inch vibrating pink dildo in and out of her pussy. When she saw me, she didn’t miss a beat, continuing until she had a grinding orgasm. The bedspread was soaked.

After she caught her breath, she said she’d gone down to the fitness center, and guess who she found working there—Justin! They worked out together for forty-five minutes, and she somehow caught a glimpse of his thirty-four-year-old body in the buff when he came out of the shower. (She didn’t explain exactly how this happened.)

I questioned her playfully for a while, and she admitted she wanted Justin bad! I got unbelievably aroused watching her squirm on the bed, and she stuttered the whole time—I’m sure from being nervous and excited. We made love for two hours, and it was the best sex we ever had together. She even ordered a XXX adult movie on the room’s super-wide screen TV. She had never done that before.

I had to leave for my dinner, so I showered and got dressed. Just before heading out, I told Valerie she had my blessing to follow her desires to whatever level she desired. She kissed me deeply and said that she loved me and no one would ever replace me.

The entire dinner and meeting that followed that night was a blur. All I could think about was my wife and her hot stud. I arrived back at the room around half past ten and found Valerie watching another XXX movie, dressed to kill. She modeled some new clothes she had purchased that evening. First there was a tight-fitting workout suit that left all of her knockout legs exposed and didn’t hide very much of her 38Ds. Then there was a beautiful yellow sundress, and a naughty, nasty red negligee.

We finished watching the movie and discussed Val’s plans for the following day. I couldn’t sleep that night thinking about her plan. I must’ve been nuts to imagine I could attend my meetings all that day. I quickly devised a new plan.

In the morning we both showered, and I got ready for my “meetings” while Valerie slipped into her new exercise suit. She looked awesome. She didn’t seem the least bit nervous when she kissed me and reassured me again before she headed for the fitness center.

About ten minutes later, I left the room. I stopped by the fitness center to say good-bye and good luck. When I got there, Justin was holding her ankles while she gave him a leisurely view of her big breasts. I didn’t open the door. I just knocked on the glass and blew a kiss.

The morning meeting would have to take place without me. I flew back up to the room and reviewed my plan. About twenty minutes went by, and I heard a key card slip into the lock. I was hidden behind a love seat in the living room, with a clear view of the Jacuzzi, the bedroom, and every place in the suite other than the bathroom and anything that might occur on the love seat.

I was somewhat shocked to see that it was Justin at the door, and he was by himself. He immediately undressed and slipped into the Jacuzzi. He swallowed a couple of breath mints and pulled a handful of condoms from a small gym bag he had next to him. He didn’t appear nervous at all.

He made a couple of calls on his cell phone. The first was to a female, which I assumed from the conversation was his girlfriend or wife. He didn’t say anything about where he was.

The second call got me a bit nervous, as this was to a friend of his named Francois, and this time he did say where he was, telling Francois if he got this message in time, he should come up ASAP; the key card would be under the mat outside the room—and he gave him our room number!

I almost stopped the whole thing then and there, but I decided to let it play out, figuring I could bust up the party if things got out of hand. I couldn’t believe how much I was shaking, though. Thank God there was music playing in the room.

About forty minutes later I heard a knock on the door, and Justin said loudly, “Come in.” He must have left the door slightly ajar, as Valerie came right in. She had the yellow sundress on, and she was stunning!

Justin had climbed out of the Jacuzzi, and they met in a deep embrace—not ten feet from me. They kissed for what felt like five minutes while exploring each other’s body. Valerie was getting some kind of worked up. Not waiting for Justin, she stepped back and hiked the sundress over her head in one quick motion. She kicked off her thongs and headed over to the Jacuzzi in just bikini panties.

Justin followed. Valerie slipped into the Jacuzzi and turned to face him. She slid his gym shorts to the floor and said for him to sit on the edge of the Jacuzzi.

The next thing she said shocked me: “Just like I remember leaving it yesterday, edible and erect.” And she took his cock in her mouth! In the next twenty minutes she brought him to two ejaculations. I didn’t have the greatest view, but I know she didn’t come up for air the second time around. (She never swallows me.) She grabbed the condoms he had left lying there and said, “We won’t be needing these,” and threw them across the room. Two of them landed maybe two feet from where I was.

They stood in the Jacuzzi soaping each other from neck to toe while plunging their tongues down each other’s throat. The bedroom was next, but not before Val ordered another XXX movie. Unfortunately, I couldn’t see it, but I could hear it.

I saw them both fall onto the bed. In no time, he was pounding away at her moist love tunnel doggie-style. His cock was no bigger than mine, but his staying power was incredible. She was moaning, and I thought I heard her sobbing as she bucked to meet his thrusts.

It was twenty minutes of slam-bang fucking before he emptied another load in her. She rolled onto her back, and he spent the next half hour tending to her huge, sweaty tits while kissing what I could see was every inch of her glistening body. She sucked his cock again, and he explored her anus with something he had removed from his gym bag. She was enjoying herself like I’ve never seen.

I heard Valerie tell Justin to fuck her hard. He must have been having a problem getting it up again, because then she was insisting that she needed a hard cock. She reached under the pillow for her favorite toy and slipped it in her wet hole.

Justin got up and went into the bathroom—call of nature, I assumed. On his way out, he had his cell phone on the dresser in the living room. He entered the bedroom still limp, from what I observed, and said to Valerie, “You still want a big hard dick?”

All I could hear was “um” between her moans as she shoved the full eight inches of her vibrator in and out of her cunt. I had a feeling I knew what was coming next, though, and decided to let the show go on.

This guy Francois must have been somewhere in the hotel, because the next thing I knew, our room door opened. I caught a glimpse of him as he hurried into the bedroom. He was probably in his late twenties, dark tan, with a solid, fit body.

Justin was standing at the foot of the bed masturbating, trying to resurrect his semilimp, already-well-used organ, while Valerie matched his strokes with her beloved toy.

As Francois walked in, Justin said to Valerie, “Still want that big hard dick?”

She didn’t answer. Noticing Francois, she stopped what she was doing and jumped up on her knees in the center of the bed. She must have met Francois before, as she said calmly, “Who’s minding the store?” (Ah! Francois must manage the fitness center!)

Justin then repeated the question, “Do you still want that huge hard Cajun cock?”

Valerie never answered. In about ten seconds Francois was completely nude, and the next thing I heard was her saying, “Wow!”

I couldn’t see the object itself, but Val’s comments told the story. I can repeat them word for word—I don’t think I’ll ever forget them:

“It will never fit.”

“I can’t even get my hand around it.”

“It’s so fucking huge.”

I really flipped when Justin turned Francois to face him, got down on his knees and wrapped his hand around Francois’s very large dick, which I could see now. He pulled some lube from his gym bag and stroked Francois’s cock with it. I could only chuckle at the look on Valerie’s face, which looked like a combination of amazement and terror as she knelt there watching Francois grow.

After a few minutes, Justin slid the enormous head of Francois’s cock into his mouth. He slurped on it for a few minutes, and then said to Valerie, “See, it ain’t so big.”

Bullshit! It was huge! And the head seemed twice the width of the shaft.

Valerie sat on the edge of the bed and put her hand on it, then stroked slowly up and down the shaft with that same look still on her face. Now Francois was fondling Justin’s cock, which was coming back to life.

Then it got real crazy. It looked like Valerie was licking Francois’s cock while Justin muff-dived between her legs. She had a hand on the back of Justin’s head, pulling him into her, while her other hand massaged Francois’s balls. Justin was jerking himself off. This fucking crazy Francois had Valerie’s pussy-juice-covered dildo down his throat while he pulled Valerie’s head down onto him.

This went on all morning. Thank God the TV was on as loud as it was, or they would have definitely heard me slapping my dick.

Valerie did end up with Francois inside her, although no way completely. Justin fucked her anally (only her second time). Francois had tried to fuck Justin up the ass, but Justin’s screams were so loud, they had to stop. Valerie wound up having each of her three holes filled twice before noon, using her favorite toy to fill the third.

When Francois let go for the first time after Justin and Valerie licked and sucked him to a frenzy, it was like a hose. There was come everywhere. I actually heard it hit off what I found out later was the vertical blinds.

It was ten after one before Francois and Justin left Valerie standing naked at the door. She went immediately to the Jacuzzi, got in, and lay there with her eyes closed.

About twenty minutes later, a knock on the door brought a pair of housekeepers into the room. Val didn’t move, and neither did I. They cleaned the bedroom and bathroom completely (except the blinds, that is). When one of the maids started vacuuming the carpet in the living room, I knew I was fucked. She couldn’t help but see me. Yet she didn’t say a word!

Valerie went into the bedroom and fell asleep in her new red nightie. I was finally able to get up—slowly—and get out. I spent the next couple of hours in a local bar going over what I had just witnessed.

When I got back to the room, Valerie was still sleeping. When she woke up, she told me everything, and I mean everything. We enjoyed another night of XXX movies and great sex.

Valerie didn’t work out again, and we didn’t see either Justin or Francois until Monday morning. I continued playing the part of the unsuspecting husband until, on the flight home, Valerie fessed up that the housekeeper who spotted me told Justin, who promptly called up to the room and told her I was there.

She was curious as to how I’d enjoyed watching her do the things she did. I admitted to a mix of many emotions, but said I very much enjoyed seeing her do what she wanted so much to do.

Best of all, it has led to a sexual relationship between us that I wouldn’t trade for anything. We haven’t done anything like that since then, but Valerie . . .