Letters to Penthouse XIV

by Letters to Penthouse XIV- It's an Open House (epub)

  Last year we were in Spain, and for a while we stayed on a mountain overlooking the sea at a luxurious hotel that used to be part of a medieval castle. It was a very romantic spot. On our first day there, as we were having a couple of drinks before dinner, we were attended by a very handsome Spanish waiter named Carlito, who spoke both English and Spanish. He served us with a charming smile, and gave us some useful tips about the local beaches, restaurants and so on. “What a handsome man this is!” Teresa said to me at one point, leaning closely toward me. “Darling, I wouldn’t mind fucking him at all.”

  We returned for drinks the next afternoon. Teresa was wearing a very sexy and daring outfit, as usual. After chatting with us a while, Carlito asked if we’d be interested in visiting the older, unreconstructed part of the castle. Of course we were!

  The walking was not always easy, and our new friend helped Teresa along by holding her hand, even putting his arm around her waist from time to time. I soon noticed that they were holding hands continuously. “You know,” Teresa whispered to me, “he’s rubbing my hand on his cock, and he has a really big one.” I knew full well that this wasn’t a complaint, so I said nothing in response.

  Near the end of the tour Carlito said he had one more room to show us. Wanting to give Teresa an opportunity to be alone with him, I said I was tired and would wait for them as they went on. When they returned, both of them were smiling from ear to ear.

  Back in our room, Teresa told me that the waiter had practically undressed her. He had kissed her tits and pussy, and both of them had gotten extremely hot. “He wants me to go back and fuck him someplace in the bar storage room,” she told me. “May I go there and fuck him, please?”

  “No,” I said, seriously. When she looked disappointed, I smiled and said, “I’m going to town for an hour, so you can fuck him comfortably in our room.”

  When I came back, she had an even greater smile of satisfaction. “It was marvelous!” she enthused. “Incredible! He has the most beautiful, enormous cock I have ever seen. It must be over eleven inches! When I ate his cock, which of course I had to do, I could hold it with both hands and still suck on the head!”

  We were supposed to leave the next morning, but Teresa asked if we could stay one more night. “Under one condition,” I said. “You have to let me watch.”

  “Of course,” Teresa replied, smiling. “I’ll get even more horny, knowing you’ll be seeing us.”

  Our hotel room was small but up very high in the building. There was a kind of balcony halfway up, running along one side. That time, when Teresa invited the waiter to the room again, I remained hidden on the second floor, where I could stay in the dark but still had an excellent view of the bed.

  I couldn’t believe the size of his cock and how Teresa could stroke him with both hands and suck him at the same time. That made him moan with joy. Then he went to work on her pussy and tits with his tongue, and finally they fucked marvelously. When he entered her, his penis looked so big I expected it to come out of her mouth! But she took it all, and she loved it.

  When he left, she took a bath and said, “Now it’s your turn. I’m horny from knowing you were watching, so fuck me even better than he did.” And that’s how we ended our adventure.—Name and address withheld

  IF HIS WIFE DOESN’T KNOW HE SAW HER CHEATING, HOW CAN HE MAKE IT HAPPEN AGAIN?

  I recently watched my wife Sandra have sex in our home at my urging. Her partner’s name was Jake, and he never knew I was there. Even though we’d never met, I had to tip my hat to him. The two of them had hot, steamy sex, and he got her off more than once before he lined her pussy with come. When he left, my pretty, sexy, thirty-five-year-old wife was satisfied and sleeping soundly, with his sperm oozing out of her cunt, making sticky spots on our sheets.

  I stepped out of the closet where I’d been hiding, undressed and crawled into bed beside Sandra, holding her close as we both fell off to sleep. I had jacked off twice watching their wild carnal coupling, so I was nearly as spent as she was.

  Although my wife didn’t know it, that wasn’t the first time I watched her fuck another man. The last time was twelve years ago, when we had been married for just under three years. Sandra and I were at my annual company picnic. I knew that she could be very flirtatious at times, but it wasn’t until that day that I really thought my gorgeous redheaded wife would ever really cheat on me.

  Sandra had been flirting with a co-worker of mine named Sam. I was chatting with a group of guys when I noticed the two of them wander off alone. I didn’t think too much of it until I saw them enter an enclosed picnic shelter on the far side of the park. When I didn’t see them come out for a while, I went over, wondering what was going on.

  When I got close to the shelter, it was obvious what they were doing. I heard voices, mostly my wife moaning and crying out, “Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me! Just like that! Yes!”

  Feeling numb with shock and surprise, I went closer and peered through a screened window. Standing between her legs, his shorts and undershorts down around his ankles, was my co-worker Sam.

  Very shortly I heard Sandra cry out, “Oh, yes, I’m coming, coming! God, you’re making me come!”

  Not only had I never seen my wife experience an orgasm, I hadn’t even seen her show much reaction at all during sex. My macho co-worker was making her squeal in ways I’d never heard before, and his cock was getting her off in ways mine never had.

  As she climaxed, her splayed legs flapping wildly before locking around his, Sam went over the top. He rammed that log inside her slowly and with great determination, then leaned forward and ground his body against hers. Their mouths met in a feverish, open-mouthed kiss. I saw his butt muscles clenching and releasing as he started to come. He broke off their kiss, arching his back and letting out a deep groan as he planted his seed deep inside my wife.

  When he finally stood up, pulling his dick out of my wife’s slippery hole, I could actually see some of his cream oozing out of her freshly fucked, sperm-filled snatch.

  Sandra sat up and asked if she could borrow a bandana and then wiped her crotch, cleaning off his sperm and as much of her juices as she could. She glanced up at him with a concerned look on her face, saying, “I really hope my husband screws me tonight, in case I get pregnant from this.”

  He frowned at her. “You’re not on the pill?”

  “I use a diaphragm,” Sandra told him, “but I don’t have it in. I mean, I certainly didn’t plan on us doing this. It just happened. You’re just so damn sexy! You turn me on and all, but I don’t want to fuck up my marriage. And believe me, I don’t want to ruin yours, either. I’m never telling anybody about this, and promise me you won’t tell anyone, either!”

  He assured her that he wouldn’t, and she went on. “That’s why I hope my husband screws me when we get home,” she said. “Hopefully I can fuck him and conveniently forget to put my diaphragm in. Then if I get pregnant, he’ll never know.”

  “You’d do that?” Sam asked. “You’d deceive your husband that way?”

  Sandra nodded and said, “Well, I did this to him. If I had your baby and he thought it was his, it would be a lot better than if he knew about this.”

  At that point I turned and hurried away, quietly heading back to the other side of the park. Along the way, I stopped at a restroom. I had to pull my shorts and underpants off and wash off my crotch, because in spite of my shock at seeing my wife cheat on me—and even telling my co-worker how she was willing to deceive me into believing I had fathered another man’s baby—the truth was that I had come in my pants!

  Whether or not I was ready to acknowledge it, the sight of my wife passionately fucking another man had excited me beyond belief. But that wasn’t all. I knew that my wife had taken my co-worker’s sperm in her body. I’d seen it leak back out, and I’d seen her try to clean it up. She’d been full to overflowing with his semen, and I loved it.

  For reasons I do not understand to this day, the knowledge that my wife was full
of another man’s sperm turned me on! You must think that sounds insane, but it’s the truth! I was probably more scared that she’d been knocked up than she was. But something about it was incredibly arousing. I couldn’t understand it then, and I still don’t, but when Sandra finally came back and told me some bullshit about having gone for a walk, I got so horny thinking about it—and looking at my wife’s tummy and crotch—that I actually slipped off to the men’s room again and jerked off two more times.

  The next morning I had to leave for a week-long business trip. It wasn’t until I got back the next Friday that we finally made love.

  It was about three months after that Friday night that Sandra gave me the news: She was pregnant! I knew that Friday could have done it, but I had to be suspicious. I managed to hide my suspicion from her like she hid her tryst—and what I knew were very strong questions about the paternity of her baby—from me. I even managed to keep quiet about my knowledge when the answer became obvious, because it turned out that our son looked just like Sam. By the time he was two years old the resemblance was uncanny. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind.

  But paternal questions or not, I loved that tyke from the moment he was born. As far as he was concerned, I was his father, and he was daddy’s boy all the way. We’re still very close as father and son, and I couldn’t possibly love him more if he had come from my loins.

  When our son was about two and a half years old, I again suspected that my wife was having an adulterous liaison with someone. We were back in Sandra’s hometown, staying with her parents for two weeks over the Christmas holidays. One night we attended a party hosted by a very good friend of hers from high school. Sandra spent a good part of the evening talking with a guy named Peter. I learned from Sandra’s girlfriend Judy that Peter and my wife had gone steady during their senior year in high school.

  When I asked Sandra about him afterwards, she just said he was an old friend and that they had dated at one time. I didn’t think too much about it until the next day, when Sandra asked me to look after our son because she was going to visit Judy. She was gone for nearly three hours, and while she was out Judy called the house asking for her. I didn’t know what to say, so I just told her Sandra was out.

  When I hung up the phone I began to get suspicious. I thought about Sandra’s diaphragm, which I knew she kept in her toiletry bag. I couldn’t help myself. I had to check it out. I got out the bag and looked inside. The diaphragm wasn’t there.

  When Sandra got back, she immediately headed for the bathroom, where she showered and changed her clothes. When she finished I sneaked into the bathroom and pulled the panties she’d been wearing out of the hamper. They were wet and sticky in the crotch, and I could smell the musky aroma of her cunt and the strong odor of male semen.

  It was pretty obvious that she’d had sex while she was out, and most likely she’d fucked Peter. But at least this time she’d taken some precaution and brought birth control with her.

  Again, even though I was stunned by the knowledge that my wife had cheated on me once more, every time I looked at her that evening I found myself thinking about Peter’s sperm inside her. The thought kept my dick hard all evening long, and that night Sandra and I had some of the hottest, wildest sex of our married lives.

  Sandra went out alone a few more times during our stay, and each time her diaphragm was missing from her toiletry bag. I had no doubt that my wife was having a fling with her one-time boyfriend during that visit.

  The following May, Sandra took our son and again flew home to visit her parents for two weeks, this time alone. As I was helping her pack on the day she left, I sneaked a look into her toiletry bag. Sure enough, her diaphragm was there, in its case. Obviously she was planning to continue her affair with Peter. A wave of jealousy (or something) came over me, and while Sandra was out of the room I took the diaphragm out of the bag and put it back in her dresser drawer. I figured that by denying her contraception, I’d nip her affair in the bud. At least that’s what I told myself, but maybe what I really wanted was what actually happened.

  Sandra had a baby girl that February, exactly nine months after that trip to see her parents. The fact is that I’m not sure whether the real father is Peter or myself. Our oldest daughter looks more like Sandra than anybody else. Sandra and I made love on the day of her return, so I just can’t say for sure. But, as with our son, our daughter is loved as much as a human being can possibly be.

  A couple of times after that I became aware that Sandra was cheating on me again. We had another girl when our oldest daughter was two and a half. The new baby, like our son, didn’t look like either of us. She looked like a man with whom I am virtually certain that Sandra had an affair. He was a younger guy, a college kid who worked as a lifeguard at our local swimming pool one summer. He and my wife started talking one day at the pool, and as I played with the kids I noticed their furtively, exchanged looks, their incidental touching and their sly, knowing smiles. Then one day when I came home a little early, I saw him sneaking out of our house. Sandra was in our bed asleep, with nothing on. The covers were a mess, and wet spots speckled the sheets. Before she woke up I checked her dresser drawer. Her diaphragm was there in its case. She hadn’t used it.

  I never told Sandra what I’d seen, but I beat off that afternoon thinking of my wife, her abdomen filled with her young lover’s sperm. When our third child was born late the following spring, she looked, as I say, just like him.

  Even though Sandra always used the diaphragm when she and I had sex, we both pretended to believe that it had failed when she became pregnant. But after our third child was born, I finally had a vasectomy. Maybe the danger of getting pregnant without being able to explain it kept Sandra faithful for a few years. But recently I began to suspect her of seeing somebody else again. When she began to seem unusually worried and distracted, I knew that something was wrong.

  My suspicion was confirmed when I found a discarded home pregnancy test kit in the trash can as I was taking it to the curb for pickup. That alone told me that my thoughts had been correct. But that wasn’t all. I found the indicator and saw that it showed positive. Sandra was pregnant again.

  Now I knew why she had been acting so worried. There was nothing to do except confess her pregnancy and her affair, because I knew that she’d never have an abortion. But she was probably afraid to risk our marriage by telling the truth. In spite of her affairs, I knew she loved me and that she didn’t want our marriage to break up.

  What she should have realized was that I felt the same way. There was nothing that would ever make me leave her. Even so, I was also afraid of the strain that uncovering the truth might put on our relationship at this time, so I came up with a scheme.

  The fact was I had often recalled that long-ago day when I saw my wife getting fucked by Sam during the company picnic. The memory never failed to excite me, and a part of me had always wished I could actually see Sandra in another man’s arms again. Now I finally saw a way to fulfill that desire and to solve Sandra’s problem—our problem—at the same time.

  One night after we had made love and Sandra was feeling mellow, I “confessed” to her that I had long had a fantasy of watching her with another man, and I wondered if she would ever consider it. Of course, I knew that ordinarily she wouldn’t have, but I was giving her a chance to create an excuse for her latest pregnancy: the diaphragm must have failed when she was fucking this strange guy. Sandra wavered a little, but I knew in the end she would have to agree, and she did.

  So that’s how I came to hide in the closet and watch my wife fuck some guy she had picked up at the grocery store. Afterward we both agreed that it had been very erotic, and Sandra wondered if we might do it again sometime. Obviously that won’t be until after she’s had the baby.

  I know that secrets usually aren’t good for a marriage, but because Sandra and I have kept ours, our marriage is safe and secure and very good. Of course, Sandra doesn’t have as many secrets as she thinks she does. My
secrets are that I watched her with another man long before this recent session, I know she’s cheated on me, our children aren’t mine and I get turned on knowing she has another man’s sperm swimming around inside her womb, looking for an egg of hers to fertilize. So as it turns out, my biggest secret is that I know her secrets, but she doesn’t know mine!—C.Z., Boise, Idaho

  ELEGANT LADY OR SEX-CRAZED SLUT? HIS WIFE WAS BOTH, AND HE WASN’T COMPLAINING

  Beneath her normally sophisticated and elegant facade, my wife Julia is a come-loving slut. Let me share a recent experience to explain what I mean.

  Julia is a thirty-four-year-old, auburn-haired, white-skinned beauty. She has incredible, perfectly shaped legs, a small tight waist, breasts the size of grapefruits and great feet. She enhances her immense natural beauty by applying enough makeup to her face and eyes to cause people to wonder if she is a high-priced call girl. She turns heads wherever she goes, and she’s so used to the attention that she often doesn’t notice—but I always do. My dick gets hard whenever I see people’s eyes following her across a room.

  Julia usually dresses in a sophisticated yet sensual manner, and her wardrobe is full of sleek, elegant designer clothes. She also has a large collection of slutwear, including tight micro-minis, tops with plunging necklines, see-through dresses, many pairs of shoes with five- and six-inch heels and every imaginable type of ankle bracelet to draw even more attention to her legs and feet. She never wears panties or a bra, and in warm weather she’s always naked beneath her dresses, skirts and blouses. In cold weather she wears sheer pantyhose, but her dark pussy and prominent cunt lips are always uncovered for those lucky enough to get a peek. And when she’s in the mood, she loves being an exhibitionist and showing off her body.

  During the ten years we’ve been married, we’ve had an active and adventurous sex life. In addition to our normal sexual relations and exhibitionist experiences, we’ve shared fantasies with each other and occasionally acted them out, but no experience was more exhilarating than the one we had last weekend.