Letters to Penthouse XXI

by The Editors of Penthouse Magazine

  Although Christine and I live in different towns, we still get together now and then when her husband goes out of town, and fuck each other’s brains out.—V.B., Des Moines, Iowa

  HE WAS A VERY MARRIED MAN. HER MIND SAID NO, BUT HER BODY SAID PLEASE

  Alan’s soft brown hair and full, pouty lips had me almost in a trance as I pretended to listen to what he was saying. All I really wanted to do was lean forward, press my lips to his and slip my tongue inside his mouth. Our eyes met, and it was as if he knew what I was thinking at that moment. He grew silent as we stared into each other’s eyes.

  I had seen him around the office for some time, but he had never actually introduced himself until now. His wedding band glistened as a signal that he was already spoken for. But it didn’t matter to me.

  “I was wondering if you would like to spend the day with me tomorrow?” he asked suddenly. Intrigued, I could barely sit still, and my panties began to dampen with anticipation. I couldn’t believe he had actually asked me that.

  “Sure,” I responded, trying for an innocent tone. I saw him glance down at my breasts. I knew it had become obvious that my nipples were stiffening and poking out against my silk blouse. I was curious to feel his touch, but I knew that would have to wait until later.

  The night couldn’t pass by quickly enough. I tossed and turned and couldn’t get any sleep. All I could think about was him. He had asked me to meet him in the parking lot at the local grocery store. I had no idea where we would be going, and the mystery enhanced my desire even more. This man was almost a complete stranger, yet when I envisioned an intimate encounter with him, it brought out my deepest sexual fantasies.

  I decided to further contemplate my upcoming adventure while taking a hot bath. I slid down beneath the water and found my hands gliding between my thighs. I spread my legs and positioned my crotch below the running faucet, shifting my hips up and down as though I was already fucking him. The throbbing stream pulsated against my pussy, and I closed my eyes and imagined he was there watching me. The heat of the water flooded and soothed my body even as I stiffened and shook with the intensity of my orgasm.

  Finally the time arrived. As I sat in my car waiting for him to appear, I couldn’t help wondering why I was actually there. What was I doing? After all, he was a married man. He had children. I didn’t even know what kind of person he was. I just knew that when he walked into a room I wanted to be next to him.

  Now I thought maybe he wouldn’t show up. I had spent hours in preparation for this, shaving my legs, painting my nails, showering, dressing, making up . . . And then he arrived, and as soon as I saw him get out of his car and walk over to me I knew exactly why I was there. He was just so gorgeous, and I wanted him.

  I had thought that his choice of a meeting place was just a random spot away from his home, where we could avoid the prying eyes of neighbors or chance acquaintances. Little did I know that we would spend our first half hour actually buying groceries. “Okay, where are we going?” I asked as we came out of the store with several bags in our arms.

  “To my house,” he said with a smile.

  He was planning to take me home and cook lunch for me. I asked him if his wife was out of town, and he said no, she was working. I was mesmerized by this act of daring, and in spite of my apprehension I found it very sexy.

  As soon as we walked through his front door he turned to me and put his mouth on mine, an introduction to what was about to occur. I locked my lips around his tongue and began to suck gently. The grocery bags fell to the floor as his hands pulled me tight against his chest. He seemed to like the way I tugged at his tongue with my mouth, for I could feel his hard penis up against me.

  Reluctantly pulling away, I said, “I think it’s time we fixed some food.”

  Smiling at me he said, “You think?”

  We picked up the groceries from the floor and carried them to the kitchen. As he made preparations, I began to look around his house. I noticed the family photos in the living room. His wife was a very pretty woman, and if one could judge from the pictures, they seemed to have a happy marriage.

  Just then, as if on cue, the phone rang. I heard him answer it, and as he spoke I started to look about from room to room. Finally I went into the bathroom to freshen up a bit. I could hear bits and pieces from his conversation, and I knew it was his wife on the other end. Then his voice began to get louder and louder. He was evidently looking for me while still talking on the portable phone. Then the bathroom door opened, giving Alan a full view of me standing in front of the mirror, fluffing my hair. He walked over, still with the phone to his ear, and with his free hand began to unbutton my blouse. That hand slid over my breast and tweaked my nipples between his fingers.

  “I love you too, honey,” he said into the phone. “Good-bye, baby.”

  He laid the phone down on the sink. I was so aroused that I couldn’t think about his wife, his family or anything else any more. I unzipped his pants and freed his big penis from its confinement. His hands gently pushed me down to my knees, and my mouth opened as he slid his cock into it. He pushed it back and forth, and I enjoyed his taste. I pushed my head forward, urging it deeper into my throat, feeling his hands on my head, stroking my hair. I had been waiting for this ever since the first day I saw him.

  He pulled away from me suddenly, pulling me up to my feet. His hand moved down to slide beneath my skirt, exploring until he found my moist crotch. “You’re soaked,” he said. “I think it’s time I took care of you.”

  Taking my hand in his, he led me down a narrow hallway into his bedroom and laid me down on the bed. He began to kiss me carefully, beginning at my forehead and moving his mouth downward, covering every inch of me. While he was doing this he managed to remove my blouse, my skirt and my panties. I hadn’t bothered with a brassiere.

  “Has anyone ever explained to you exactly how you should fondle yourself?” he asked when I was naked.

  Laughing a little at this unexpected question, I replied, “No, not really.”

  “Well,” he began, “you should start with one finger. Place it at the outside of your vagina and move around it with a circular motion. You have to do it slowly and softly, moving a little closer each time you complete a full circle.” He now started to demonstrate with his own finger, moving it around my crotch, closer and closer to my vagina, never taking his eyes from the area between my legs. It was very erotic. He knew he was in total control of me, and he was enjoying it almost as much as I was. He brought me close to ecstasy before shoving his fingers inside me. When he did, my back arched off the bed and I began to thrust upward in response. But before I exploded in climax he suddenly stopped.

  “I’m not done with you yet,” he smiled, spreading my legs further apart to expose more of my wet entrance. He moved his face close to my clit and began to lick my juices like a man trying to quench his thirst. I clutched at the sheets in an agony of passion. Again he came to an abrupt halt. He was tormenting me with my own sexuality, and it felt so good!

  “Now I want you to show me what you have learned,” he demanded, leaning back to observe. “I want you to turn over and get up on your knees and show me.”

  Before doing that, I kissed the residue of my juices from his chin. Then I positioned myself as ordered, massaging my clit.

  “I’m pretty good at this, huh?” I panted as I fingered myself.

  “Not as good as I am with this,” Alan replied, and pulling my hand away, he grasped me from behind and slid his penis inside my wet and ready pussy.

  I cried out with joy as he began to thrust harder and harder. His penis was so stiff I could barely believe it. He pushed it deeper and deeper inside me, continuing to take me until we both exploded and fell down on the bed in exhaustion.

  We held onto each other, panting, the sweat dripping from our bodies. At that moment it was as though no one else existed in the world. Those piercing eyes gazed into mine, and I knew that this was a moment I would remember forever. I could se
e that he felt the same way, but then, as though deliberately, he broke the spell.

  “I guess it’s time to eat,” he said.

  After a delicious lunch, Alan drove me back to the parking lot. As we said our good-byes he kissed me again, and it was as if he was kissing me for the first time.

  “When will I see you again?” I wanted to know.

  “Soon,” he said. “Very soon.”

  The next day I eagerly arrived at the office, barely able to contain my impatience to set eyes on him again. I had difficulty concentrating on my work until I suddenly looked up from my desk, and there he stood. “Good morning,” he said, and then he placed a sealed envelope in front of me and left without another word.

  Inside the envelope was a note which read: “The things you can do with your mouth impress me. The image of your erect nipples and inviting pussy arouses me. Meet me after work?”

  Oh god, I was hooked on this man. I quickly wrote my home address on the envelope he had given me, and made my way to his office. I would have given anything to be able to shut the door and give myself to him right there, but it was too risky. Instead, I handed him the envelope, whispering, “Come to my house.” Then I quickly stroked my hand across his bulging crotch before hurrying back to my own desk.

  When I arrived home that evening, wondering how long it would take for Alan to show up, I was stopped at the front door by the sound of groans coming from inside. I peeked through one of the windows, and saw my roommate Judy, and Joel, her boyfriend, going at it hot and heavy, right there in our living room. I was caught up in the sight; I had never seen Judy naked before. Her long pale-blonde hair covered her firm round breasts, and my eyes took in the ring in her belly button and the bushy patch of hair between her legs. Joel stood behind her, kissing at her neck and rubbing her ass with one hand. In the other he had a sex toy of a kind I was unfamiliar with. It had two protuberances, one larger and thicker than the other. Judy bent over slightly, and he inserted the larger piece into her vagina. As it slid in, he guided the smaller one to her anus. She reached behind herself and spread her butt cheeks wider, and the double dildo sank all the way inside her, while she rocked back and forth in her enjoyment. Joel now took his oversized cock in one hand, rubbing it up and down and pulling at it, while at the same time he plunged the toy rhythmically in and out of Judy’s two holes. She began to cry out with passion, and in a moment I saw the thick creamy come spurting from Joel’s erect shaft. He shot all over Judy’s back and ass, and then began to smear his jism into her ass cheeks as he continued to please her.

  I tore myself away from the window, deciding I had better leave before someone saw me. But just as I began to walk away, Alan arrived.

  “We can’t go inside,” I told him, feeling very disappointed.

  He peered over my shoulder and glanced in the window, then grinned. “Is it because there is already a naked man and woman in your house?” he asked in amusement.

  “Yeah, that could have something to do with it,” I answered. Then I had an idea. “Come with me.” Taking his hand, I led him around to the back yard, where there was an old shed where we stored our lawn equipment. I took him inside.

  “Well, this is different,” he said, glancing around the musty enclosure. There was a riding lawn mower in one corner, and he moved over to it and straddled the seat. I stood beside him, not sure what I should do next.

  “You are so beautiful,” he complimented. His fingertips touched my lips, then gently traced the shape of my mouth. I kissed them automatically, then opened my mouth, inviting his fingers inside. I could tell I was titillating him as I sucked on them and caressed them with my tongue.

  “Remember earlier today?” he murmured. “When you stroked your hand over my crotch before leaving me? I wouldn’t mind if you started again where you left off.” With that he unzipped his pants, and his rock-hard cock appeared. I reached down and caressed it with my hand, and then, standing in front of him, I began to undress. He watched with eagerness. When I slid my panties off I brought them up to his nose. As he breathed in their aroma I hitched myself up and straddled his lap. His shaft filled my hole while he sucked vigorously on my nipples. My tight opening clutched his cock firmly. We moved with a careful rhythm on our precarious perch, and I could feel the wetness dripping down my thighs. He held onto me tightly, and I pulled his head from my breasts and brought my mouth to his, moaning and panting into his mouth as our tongues tangled. I was afraid we would both fall, but I couldn’t help moving harder, squirming around his throbbing dick, almost bouncing on him as I attempted to take it deeper.

  Then we were coming, and I didn’t care if we fell forever.

  “I’m falling in love with you,” I said when I could speak.

  Alan looked at me with compassion. “I know,” he said. He slid off the seat then, taking me with him, and stood us both up. Then he reached for my clothes and started to dress me with a curious tenderness. Buttoning my blouse, he said, “I am beginning to fall in love with you too.” He held my panties for me to step into, then slid them up my legs. He did the same with my skirt. This man to whom I had bared my body and my soul, to whom I had given myself nakedly and unreservedly, was now dressing me and buttoning me up again. I had the terrible feeling that his doing this was telling me something, and I was right.

  “I think we need to take a break from seeing each other,” he said. He took my hand and covered his heart with it. I could feel the pounding. “It is too difficult,” he said, kissing me delicately on the top of my head. “We can’t do this any more.”

  I sat there with tears streaming down my face as he drove away. I knew he was right.

  At least for now.—N.A., Little Rock, Arkansas

  HE CAME TO SHOE HER HORSE, BUT HE STAYED FOR A DIFFERENT KIND OF RIDE

  They say a horseshoe can bring you good luck. I found that losing one can bring you a great fuck. At least it worked that way for me. A missing shoe on my horse brought me the best sex I’ve ever had.

  I’d married Joe, an older man who was a long-haul trucker, when I was just out of college. Generously endowed with good looks, a matched set of well developed, pointy tits and a shapely ass, I did pretty well as a college cheerleader. Plenty of boys were hot for me when I jumped around in my cheerleader outfit, with my tits jiggling in my low-cut blouse and my hot pants clinging to my well-rounded ass cheeks like a coat of paint.

  When I had a break from classes and cheerleading, I used to go out to Joe’s ranch to ride horses. I wore tight jeans that pressed right up into my crotch, showing off the plump lips of my pussy. This had a great effect on Joe, as I meant it to. One day when I came back from a ride, he helped me off my horse and then laid me down on a bale of hay. When I made no protest, he pulled down my jeans and pushed his big knobby pole into my vagina. It wasn’t sophisticated or subtle, but it sure worked for me. I must have come half a dozen times as he pumped his big cock in and out of my pussy. A week later we were married.

  Now, five years later, I still have my girlish figure. My tits, if anything, are a bit larger than they were in college. They must be all right. Joe sure likes them, and I’ve seen plenty of men checking them out when I ride. Lots of riding hasn’t hurt the shape of my ass either; it’s even shapelier than it was when I was younger. Joe likes that too. He says I have the best looking ass in town, and I guess he’d know. When he sees a woman, the first thing he does is check out her ass. My long auburn hair curls softly down to set off my face. Joe tells me that my bee-stung lips make him hard just looking at them.

  Joe, being a trucker, is gone a lot, which of course leaves me alone. That tends to get the pink rose between my legs pretty hard up for some action. I used to get so horny that I would sometimes find myself taking an extra-long time in the shower, washing my pussy. Sometimes I’d ease a finger down through the soft, silky hair of my bush and over the edge of my love mound. I’d push it down into the inner lips of my pussy, stroking my clit while pretending that finger was Joe’s tongue, o
r the head of his big cock working its way into my tunnel of love. While it was fun to do that, it was still a far cry from the real thing.

  When I got very lonely and horny, it helped to go for long rides on my horse, Silky. Rocking back and forth as Silky loped along made my pussy rub delightfully against the saddle. It felt like a man’s hand was massaging my crotch. That made me so hot that I usually got off several times before we returned to the barn. Then I’d have to slip my juicy panties off and throw them in the washer before I got into the shower.

  Going out to ride one morning, I saw that Silky had thrown a shoe. That meant I couldn’t ride her. I was fit to be tied. Joe had been gone for over a week, and I needed that ride. I was so horny that my sizzling pussy was demanding some kind of action.

  Returning to the house, I called the local farrier, hoping he could come out and shoe my horse. The girl that answered said he was out of town, but she would get another one for me if I wanted. I wasn’t happy that my regular farrier was gone, but I needed to ride. I told her to send the other man out.

  An hour later a green pickup, shiny enough to have just been driven out of the showroom, turned into our driveway. From the neat array of equipment in the bed of the truck I could see that the owner was an experienced farrier. And when he got out of the truck, the noticeable bulge in the front of his pants showed me that he had some other equipment that could do things for me of a much more personal nature than shoeing Silky. It was clear from the length and shape of what I saw in the front of his pants that it was not a rolled-up sock. Just watching him walk toward me got my pussy as juicy as a ripe plum, and I felt the crotch of my panties getting damp.

  He was quite tall, and had an easy smile and a friendly look. His broad shoulders and rugged, small-waisted body could have belonged to a professional fullback. Just looking at his big arms and strong hands made me feel weak in the knees. “Hi,” he said, “I’m Ron. I’m here to help you out.”