Letters to Penthouse XIV (41 page)

LET’S HOPE THOSE
DRIVERS SNEAK OCCASIONAL PEEKS AT THE ROAD!

I’m not sure when the fantasy of my wife exposing herself
to strange men began. Erica is about five-three and is in her fifties
but looks a lot younger. She works out every day, so her body still
looks real good. She has a nice round ass and big luscious thighs. Her
tits are about 36D, and her big brown nipples are real sensitive. All
you have to do is touch them and she’s ready to fuck!

It must
have been when we’d been married about ten years. We went to a Little
League baseball game. Erica was wearing a summer dress that had a full
skirt, and underneath the dress had only bikini panties on. The dress
was cut low in the front, so she was showing a little cleavage. I had
gone to the concession stand to get a cold drink. My wife was sitting on
the fourth row of bleachers, and on my way back I saw from underneath
that she had her legs spread open and her dress was hanging low. I could
see all the way to her crotch, and stood there wondering how many other
men could see what I did.

I didn’t say anything, but when we
went to bed I told Erica what I had seen and said that other men had
seen up her dress and were probably jacking off at home thinking about
her. I saw how hot she was getting and told her I got a big hard-on
knowing all those men were jacking off thinking about her.

A few
weeks later we planned a trip to the horse races, about a three-hour
drive. I fantasized for days about Erica exposing herself to truck
drivers on the highway. The more I fantasized, the hotter I got. The
night before we left, I snuggled up behind Erica in bed and, with my
hard cock up against her soft ass, told her my fantasy. Did she get
excited! I played with her jugs, and she reached back and jacked me off.
I warned that if we didn’t stop, I’d come, and I wanted to save it
for tomorrow. I asked her to wear a real short skirt with no panties.
She said she’d think about it.

We left about nine. It was a hot
day, and Erica was wearing a real short skirt with a silky blouse and no
bra. After about an hour, I asked her to tilt her seat back and pretend
she was sleeping. It wasn’t long before an eighteen-wheeler was in
front of us. I opened her legs, raised her skirt to the top of her
thighs and started playing with her pussy. I had on a pair of
loose-fitting slacks and no underwear. I asked Erica to feel how hard my
cock got as I pulled alongside the truck. I passed it real slow and gave
the driver a good look at her legs and my hand on her pussy.

I
told her the truck driver probably had his cock out and was jacking off
looking at her. That got her so hot, she unzipped my pants and jacked me
off. She was so hot, she leaned over and sucked my cock. I picked up her
skirt from behind, and all of her ass was showing as I pulled up beside
another truck. Every time I told her that the truck driver was jacking
off looking at her ass, she just got hotter and hotter.

When we got to our hotel we had to change clothes so we
could catch the shuttle bus to the track. I asked Erica to put on this
dress that was light tan and real tight. It buttoned down the front all
the way from the top to the bottom. I asked her to unbutton the bottom
three or four buttons and not wear a slip or panties. She stood by the
window and spread her legs. The sun was really bright, and I could see
right through her dress all the way up to her crotch.

When the
shuttle bus arrived, the driver was a young black guy. He was helping
all the ladies climb up the stairs into the bus. As Erica got on, I
watched him just stare at her ass, which really looked good in that
dress. I got really hard knowing how much this handsome black guy liked
my wife’s ass.

We sat across the aisle from the driver. He kept
turning and talking to us, but I knew he was looking at Erica’s legs.
She had unbuttoned four buttons from the bottom of her dress, and he
could see her big soft thighs. When we got to the track, the driver
helped the ladies step down from the bus. My wife stumbled, and he
grabbed her—one hand on one of her big tits, the other on her ass. I
thanked him for “saving” my wife, knowing he’d just felt her
up!

We were the first to get on the small elevator that took us up
to the fourth floor of the racetrack, so we went to the very back and
Erica backed up against me. My cock was flush against her ass. I leaned
over and whispered to her that the bus driver, having gotten that good
feel of her tit and ass, was probably in the bus jacking off. She rubbed
her ass up against my hard cock.

I could hardly wait to get back
to the hotel so we could fuck like never before. I asked Erica to grab
the same seats on the bus, and suggested she undo a few
more
buttons from her dress to give the driver a
really
good look at
her legs and pussy. She said if that’s what I wanted, she would. Well,
it was the same driver, and his eyes lit up when he saw my wife. This
time when he helped her up on the bus, he
really
checked her
ass out.

Once again we sat across from him, and now Erica’s
dress was
really
open. He kept turning to talk to us, and it
really turned me on knowing what he was looking at. I whispered to my
wife to spread her legs and let him see her pussy. She crossed and
uncrossed her legs, and I know he saw her pussy.

When we got to
the hotel, I saw a bulge in the driver’s pants as he helped the ladies
down. Before Erica stepped off, I whispered to her to rub against his
cock. When she stepped down, her hand brushed against his bulge, and did
he smile! He looked at me and knew what I’d seen. I grinned, and he
knew we’d all had a good time. When we got to our room, I almost tore
Erica’s dress off. In bed, I talked about the bus driver and all those
truck drivers thinking about her and jacking off.

In a few months
we’re going to Las Vegas. I have a few things planned for that
trip!—
J.T., Jackson, Mississippi

HERE’S A BLACK COUPLE FANTASIZING ABOUT HAVING SEX
WITH A WHITE GUY

Cynthia and I have been
married for ten years. I’m forty, and she’s thirty-six. We’re both
black. As with most couples, our sex life became kind of boring due to
the hassles of jobs and things.

Cynthia, who’s five-eight, a
hundred twenty-six pounds, is a supervisor at a large retail store, and
is always being hit on by coworkers. There’s one guy who’s nuts
about her, Joseph, about twenty-eight, five-seven, one-sixty. He’s
bought her lunch several times, and she always tells me. She knows I
don’t mind, since he’s younger than she is and he’s white. We both
have a good laugh about it.

Not long ago we went to the Gulf Coast
on a vacation tour of the local casinos. Cynthia hit a jackpot—not a
big one, but not too small. We stayed in our hotel room that night and
ordered room service—first a bottle of wine, and then some food. A
white kid about twenty brought our order. He was very polite, and said
if we needed anything, just to call and ask for Steve.

I gave
Steve a big tip, and Cynthia walked him to the door. When I told her how
he’d checked her out, she laughed.

“Walt, I can’t help it if
they like what they see.” What she said then surprised me: “He’s
cute and nice, and polite, not like Joseph. But he’s so
young!”

Was she saying she found him sexy?

“Kind of,”
she said.

Did she want him to fuck her?

“Are you serious,
Walt?” she said.

I said it was up to her, and I could tell that
she was thinking about it. When we finished eating, we called down to
have Steve bring us some more coffee. He was there in no time. Cynthia
thanked him and gave him another big tip. This time she also asked what
time at night he got off. He said at eleven.

“Maybe you’d have
dinner with us when you get off tomorrow?” she said.

“Sure.
I’ll bring something extra.”

My dick began to get hard.
Cynthia noticed it after she let Steve out.

“Yes, I want to do
it,” she said. “But now I better take care of that for
you.”

The next night Steve brought our order plus some extras.
Cynthia told him what we had planned, but only if I could be there. He
said he didn’t mind. He couldn’t hide his hard-on. After we ate, we
got undressed. Steve had a nice hard cock about six inches long, curved
upward. It wasn’t as thick as my eight inches. He sucked Cynthia’s
boobs. Then she took his cock in her mouth. She had Steve eat her
out.

I pulled my dick out.

Cynthia told Steve she wanted him
in her. He got on top of her and pointed his cock at her pussy. He soon
found her opening and in two thrusts was all the way in her and began to
pump away, then stopped, then humped again. This kid had control of his
dick. In about five minutes she had an orgasm. When she recovered, he
began to pump away again. She soon had another orgasm, and he came with
her. He got up, and she said she wanted me in her. My dick slid right in
her sloppy pussy. I never felt anything like it. I came in about two
minutes. I saw that Steve had another hard-on and told him to go for it.
I watched him do her for fifteen minutes more. After he left, we both
were so excited, we just stayed in bed in each other’s arms. Cynthia
admitted she’d thought a lot about young white guys. She asked if
I’d be mad if she let Joseph fuck her.

My dick got hard. “Can
I watch?”

“You can watch,” she said.

The week after we
got home, Cynthia brought Joseph home one night, as we planned. At last
this young stud who’d had the hots so bad for Cynthia would get his
chance! I hid in the closet. We didn’t want Joseph to know I
knew.

Once they arrived, it wasn’t long before they reached the
bedroom. I had a nice view. Joseph knew what he was doing, and took his
time. He ate her out good, and she sucked his cock, which is about a
good seven inches.

Cynthia cried out, “Oh Joseph!” After he
entered her, she threw her arms and legs around him, and they really
went at it. It was different watching Joseph fuck her. I was a little
jealous, but my dick was rock-hard. I stroked it. I could tell that
Cynthia loved it. She kept telling him to fuck her harder. Then she had
an orgasm. Joseph slowed down, then fucked harder again until he was
about to come. She kept pace, and they came together. I couldn’t hold
it any longer and shot come all over the closet door.

As soon as
he left, I was all over her.

“Fuck me, Walt,” she
said.

When I told her I’d lost control in the closet, she
smiled. “That exciting, huh?”

“Yes, baby. You enjoyed it so
much! You’re going to fuck Joseph again.”

“You bet!” she
said.

My dick got hard again. I slid it in Cynthia and soon
exploded. I’ve since seen Joseph fuck her many times, and she fucks
him at work and tells me all about it.—
W.S., Memphis,
Tennessee

SHE KNEW THE PLACE WAS WIRED FOR
VIDEO WHEN SHE PUT ON HER SHOW

The security
camera in our tiny vacation cabin captures our cleaning lady, Lucy,
doing our house plus assorted other “activities.” Now don’t freak
out, friends! I clearly post—inside and out—the fact that cameras
secure our cabin.

When the security guy installed the system, I
wrote down what he told me about the coded keypad and hid the data in a
kitchen drawer, which led me to develop a racy theory last weekend. When
we arrived at the cabin Friday night, my wife, my Scandinavian goddess
Ingrid, was so tired that she just bathed, had a glass of wine and went
to bed. As soon as I heard heavy breathing. I crept out to the mud room
to retrieve that week’s video. I started the tape and got an immediate
erection.

In the first “scene,” Lucy was taking a needed break
from her housecleaning. The slightly built beauty was so soaked in
sweat, her bra showed through her tank top as if it wasn’t covered.
Peeling off tank top and jeans, she viewed herself in bra and panties in
the long mirror on the cabin’s lower level. Probing her wetness, she
removed her underwear and stood naked before the mirror—and the
camera. As she sat down to rest, I admired her sweaty back and bare ass.
As she stood and turned around, I thrilled to her small breasts and the
jet-black pubic hair running up to her navel and down her muscular
thighs.

But just as she started to perform, flexing her muscles
and admiring her lean body, the video blanked out briefly. Then it
restarted with Ingrid and me doing the nasty upstairs on our bed. I was
pounding her sweat-covered ass. Had the humidity caused the signal from
the keypad to malfunction? Or was this some head game of
Lucy’s?

For some reason Ingrid hates it doggie-style, even
though I’ve developed a comfortable version—I stand flat-footed at
the edge of the bed with her ample ass right at the edge, allowing
deeper and more intense thrusts. There I was on the tape, in full color,
pounding away, feeling Ingrid’s lovely breasts and fucking her
nipples. The camera caught the blonde hairs shooting out her ass crack
with each retraction of my cock.

Just as Ingrid and I would have
come, the video reverted to Lucy doing herself in the mirror and
coming—as if our own private film editor had spliced it together!
Alas, when the guy came to check the system, it turned out to be a
malfunction induced by heat and moisture.—
P.C., Saint Cloud,
Minnesota

WHEN SHE SAW THIS STUD SERVICING
HIMSELF, SHE TOOK CARE OF HERSELF

I’m a
twenty-eight-year-old woman now living in an apartment complex on the
edge of town. The woodsy landscaping makes it pretty private and keeps
out the riffraff. Most of the tenants are in their early thirties. I
only know a few of them. I’ve exchanged hellos and smiles with a few
others, but that’s about it.

There’s one person I’ve had my
eyes on for a while. He lives in the apartment two doors down from me,
and he’s gorgeous—dark hair, a deep tan, rippling muscles. When he
smiles, his dimples make him look so sexy. Women knock on his door at
all hours of the day, so he must be a real Romeo. I learned from his
mailbox that his name is Greg.