Letters to Penthouse XI by Penthouse International

in me soon.”
    I almost fell out of bed. You guessed it, the voice was Michelle's, not Denise's.
    “Michelle!” I said, as she slid her body up over mine, her hard nipples grazing my chest. “What're you doing?”
    “Trying to get fucked,” she said. “Hey, Frank, I know you've always wanted me.”
    My mind told me I shouldn't, but my cock had other ideas. Denise's showers usually lasted about twenty minutes, and I had always wanted to fuck Michelle. I groaned as she lowered her warm snatch onto my seven-inch fuckpole. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I made out the shapes of Michelle's large, round breasts bouncing up and down.
    “This is great!” she moaned. “Denise is right. You really are great in the sack.”
    What a confidence booster to the old ego! I got into a sitting position, with Michelle's long legs wrapped around my waist, and clamped my mouth onto one of her large bouncing tits.
    “Oh that's it, suck it hard!” she gasped. “That feels so good.”
    I broke free for a moment and suggested she get on her hands and knees. I wanted to fuck this beauty from behind. Then I had another idea. “Do you want me to lick your pussy?” I asked.
    “Oh, please,” Michelle panted. “It's been so long. Andy doesn't seem to want to do it anymore.”
    I got on my back with my head between her knees, pulled her down to my waiting tongue and lapped at her wet opening. I herd her moan even though her face was buried in the pillow. In a minute I felt her bucking on my face and knew she was near climax.
    It was at this point that I heard my wife's voice: “What are you two doing?”
    Uh-oh, I thought. My member shrank. You're headed for divorce court now.
    But Denise said: “Michelle, I asked you to wait while I had my shower!”
    “Sorry, hon,” Michelle purred. “I just couldn't hold back.”
    “Oh well,” my wife replied. “Happy anniversary, baby.” And with that she dropped her towel, climbed on the bed and went down on me.
    “Michelle and I need this hard,” she said between licks. “Why don't you get her pussy ready again, babe? This is one anniversary you're never gonna forget!”
    I didn't need further encouragement. I licked Michelle's slit again while my wife got my cock back up to full attention.
    “So do you want to fuck her, Frank?” Denise asked when she had me hard. I nodded. “Good,” she said, “because part of my anniversary gift is that you get to fuck her and watch me get eaten out. Do you want your gift now, babe?”
    “More than you know!” I rasped.
    Michelle had been quiet through this, apart from the occasional grunt and groan as my tongue rummaged her cunt. Now she spoke up.
    “Quit your talking and fuck me now, Frank. And you, Denise, bring that sweet muff of yours over here. I should have done this years ago.”
    “Honey, if you'd done that, we might not be having the fun we're going to have now,” Denise panted, moving up on the king-size bed and spreading her legs so Michelle could lap at her snatch.
    I moved behind Michelle, rejoicing that I was finally going to get to fuck her. I had wanted to do this for ten years, ever since Denise had introduced me to her best friend. As Michelle's mouth went full throttle at my wife's pussy, I clasped those lovely hips I had often fantasized about touching and thrust all seven inches of my manmeat in her moist opening. She gave a muffled cry of passion into Denise's cunt.
    As I thrust into that twisting body, my wife moaned over and over, “That's it! Oh yeah, that feels great!” I picked up the pace, lunging hard into Michelle, who groaned as she ate my wife and begged me between licks to give it to her harder. Denise's legs were draped over Michelle's shoulders as her friend ate her out and played with her giant melons. This gave me an idea. I reached around Michelle's body and clasped her quivering mounds of flesh as I continued to fuck her.
    “I'm coming!” Denise screamed. “Oh God, yes! I'm coming!”
    At that