Jenny Alvarez's Entry
Dear Penthouse Letters,
With our busy schedules, my husband, Sam, and I allowed our sex life to slip into a comfortable routine. I missed some of our wilder antics, so I planned a spicy long weekend for just the two of us in the British Virgin Islands.
I rented us a small cottage on a secluded bay. It was pretty far off the beaten path. Our only neighbors were a small beachfront campground and a bar patronized by the campers and a few locals. The cottage was on a slight rise, and, from the balcony off the second floor bedroom, we could see across the lush tropical growth and over the crystal blue-green water.
On our first morning, we headed down to the beach for a lazy day of sun and surf. We splashed and romped in the water like kids and tried a little snorkeling. Then, exhausted, we napped together on thick towels in a shady spot on the beach. At sunset, we walked over to the little bar. One drink turned into two, then three more, as we watched the sun sink into scarlet water and the sky faded from orange to pink and, finally, to the soft violet of twilight.
Relaxed by a perfect day and more than a little of the island's potent rum, Sam and I danced slowly on the warm sand below the bar's deck. Torchlight flared around us as we held each other close and swayed to the island rhythms coming from the bar's sound system. My breasts were loose beneath a simple linen shift, and I pressed them against his chest. The pressure on my nipples and the scrape of the rough linen made my pussy weep, and I ground my pelvis against his bulge.
Sam, in turn, leaned forward and gently bit the side of my neck. My knees sagged, and I arched up. His strong arms pulled me hard against him, and I could feel his erection, straining in his shorts.
"Let's head back, babe," he said. "I think we should move this indoors."
We headed back to the cottage and up to our bedroom. The sliding glass doors out to the balcony were open, and the soft breeze carried in the crash of surf. The rising full moon laid a brilliant white track across the bay and bathed our room in light.
I unbuttoned Sam's shirt and, pushing it off his shoulders, leaned forward to gently bite each of his nipples. He inhaled sharply and swept his hands down my back to grasp my ass and pull me against him. Stepping back, I reached for his waistband, undid his fly, and pushed down his shorts. Grasping his thick cock, I pumped it slowly in my fist, relishing the silky feel.
"I have a surprise for you," I said. He looked at me and tipped his head inquiringly. "Do you remember how you always tease me about doing a threesome one day? I thought tonight might be our chance."
Confused, he looked around the room, obviously looking for the third member of our threesome.
I walked over to the closet and pulled out a blow-up doll.
"This is Jack," I said. Sam stared, open-mouthed. I walked over to him and, grasping his hand, laid it on Jack's erect latex cock. "He's looking for a good time."
With my hand over his, Sam slowly pumped Jack's dick.
"Jenny, you never fail to surprise me," he said. Leaning forward, he sandwiched Jack between us and captured my mouth in a searing kiss. My hand was caught between two cocks – one of cool latex and the other of throbbing flesh.
Stepping back, I pushed Sam toward a chair.
"Sit and watch," I said.
I put Jack in the middle of the king-sized bed. Leaning forward, I took his dick in my mouth and began to lubricate him with my saliva. At first, I had thought I might feel sort of silly giving a blow-up doll a blowjob, but, when I felt the fullness in my mouth, my pussy contracted, just as it did when I fellated Sam. I relaxed, and my head bobbed up and down, taking as much of Jack into my mouth as possible. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Sam, watching raptly, his own cock pointing straight at me.
I rose up and knelt over Jack, slipping his dong deep into my hot, wet pussy. My knees clenched on his hips, and I began to slowly rise and fall over him. I leaned back and shook my long, dark hair into a cascade down my back as moonlight spilled across my breasts. With each downward stroke, the base of Jack's dick crashed into my clit. I moaned and ground myself against him harder, pushing myself to the brink.
Stopping, I flipped over and pulled Jack on top of me. Grasping him with crossed arms and legs, I pulled his dick into me again and again. It was big, thick, and textured, and I was quickly long past remembering that Jack wasn't real. All I knew was that a thick cock stretched my cunt and plunged in and out of my depths.
"Can I join you two?" Sam had moved closer to the bed and was watching Jack penetrate me over and over.
"Of course," I said.
Sam reached into the bedside table and pulled out some lube. He rubbed it along the length of his dick, stroking himself slowly. Then, he climbed onto the bed and, kneeling over Jack, inserted his dick into Jack's ass.
I cried out as Sam's thrust drove Jack's dong deeper into me. I grabbed Sam's shoulders and clung to him as he powerfully drove into Jack again and again. The angle, I realized was different now that Sam had taken charge of the action, and Jack was scraping across my g-spot with each thrust. Waves of sensation tumbled over me, and I moaned in pleasure. Stars burst behind my eyes, and unbearable pressure began to build.
Looking over Jack's shoulder, my eyes caught Sam's. We arched together and kissed, the familiarity of the sensation offset by the novelty of our third partner. As our lips clung to one another, Sam continued to fuck Jack's ass and my pussy simultaneously. It was so exciting – to be having sex with a stranger and my husband at the same time!
Suddenly, Sam reared back, and, seemingly in one motion, pushed Jack aside and thrust his throbbing dick directly into my pussy. It was too much. I bucked upward and cried out as the tension broke and orgasm crashed through my body. Sam was only seconds behind, his come spurting deep into me as he moaned in pleasure.
Sam and I both cherish memories of our island vacation, and, whenever we feel the need for a little excitement, Sam always urges me to invite my island lover into our bedroom again.
Sincerely,
Jenny Alvarez