Free Letters to Penthouse V by Penthouse International

that well, and things were rather awkward at first. It wasn’t long, though, before Betty felt comfortable enough to start walking around in her bathrobe in front of me, or just a T-shirt and panties when she was getting ready for bed. I found it quite arousing to catch glimpses of her cleavage when she reached for her coffee in the morning, or to see the dark shadows of her nipples through her T-shirt before she went to bed.
    Betty had tits the size of grapefruits, and she couldn’t walk across a room without them jiggling around. I couldn’t help but look, no matter how many times Penny elbowed me in the ribs. Most of the time Betty’s robe hung half open, and I frequently found myself shifting position so I could get a good look at them when we were sitting around watching television. I’d always keep a pillow handy to cover my aching cock at times like that.
    Because of the lack of privacy, whenever Penny and I fucked, we were restricted to a late-night rendezvous on the living-room floor. We tried to be discreet about it—at least at the start—but once we got into it, it was difficult to be quiet. Our breathing became uncontrollably heavy and ragged, we grunted and moaned, and Penny couldn’t help but whimper as I slammed my cock in and out of her cunt. Penny loved to take it from behind as she leaned against the coffee table, gripping the sides tightly in her hands, her tits pressed flat against the wood, her nipples so hard you’d think they might scratch it. Half the excitement was trying to keep quiet so Betty wouldn’t hear us, but I admit that sometimes I rammed it into Penny harder than usual, trying to make her cry out loud enough that Betty
would
hear and come catch us in the act. Unfortunately, Betty never did come out.
    Later on in our relationship, Penny didn’t think twice about having us sleep together in her bed. Just sleep, though. Sometimes I’d wake up fresh from some hot dream and press my stiff dick between Penny’s legs, but she almost always put me off—or if she did want it, she’d lead me out into the living room and fuck me there.
    Soon, though, it became a game to try and fuck without waking Betty, who was sleeping only five feet away. Penny would reach back and give my cock a squeeze to let me know she was interested, then she’d raise her nightgown and pull me toward her wet and waiting fuck-hole. I’d press it in slowly, careful not to make any noise, burying it deeper and deeper with as little movement as possible. With my left hand I’d play with her nipples while chewing on her earlobe. Once I’d gotten all seven inches of my meat deep inside her, I’d just keep pressing into her, gyrating my hips ever so slightly while she worked me with her powerful cunt muscles. In no time my throbbing cock would be emptying its load, and we’d lie there panting, spent and satisfied, certain that Betty had no idea. We were dead wrong.
    One night when Penny had come over to my apartment for dinner, she told me that Betty had confessed to hearing our love-making several times. In fact, she had stayed awake on several occasions just waiting for us to go at it. She told Penny it made her hot to hear us fucking so close to her there in the darkness, and that she never resisted touching herself while she listened. Jamming her fingers into her pussy, she’d lay there quietly masturbating, trying to come at the same time we did. It was all she could do, she told Penny, to keep from climbing into bed with us and joining in.
    Hearing this, my cock twitched, needing some attention. Penny obliged, knowing how much the story had turned me on, and took me into her mouth, working her lips over me and stroking my balls until I’d blown my load down her throat, all the while pretending the lips that were wrapped around my cock were Betty’s.
    “Do you really want to fuck her?” Penny asked afterward.
    “What do you mean?” I replied hesitantly. Penny then told me her plan, guaranteeing that