Steve often comes by the house now to fuck Maggie. We’ll have a few drinks, and then the two of them will go upstairs and he’ll screw her in our bed. I listen to their sounds of passion then I often jerk off, coming hard when I hear her scream with the orgasms she gets from another man.
I still go out of town on business trips, and sometimes I’ll call her up and she puts the phone on the bed so I can listen while they have sex. When Steve goes on trips now, he sometimes takes my wife with him as his “personal assistant” On their last business trip, an old friend of his was attending the same convention, and the three of them had a wild time together, with my wife satisfying both men at once, taking them on in every position they knew and making them come several times over. When she finally got home and told me about it, I came without even touching myself. It may seem peculiar to some people, but we have come to enjoy our lifestyle, and none of us would change it for anything.—R.G., New Orleans, Louisiana
Someone’s Watching
HEARING TALES OF HER YOUNG LOVER RECHARGES HER HUSBAND’S BATTERY
They say that life gets better after forty. It sure did for my husband and me. Milt is fifty-two, and I’m forty-five. We’ve been happily married for twenty-three years, have two grown daughters and will soon be grandparents. Not the kind of people you would expect to have a Penthouse experience, though I should say we’ve read Penthouse Letters for years.
Last February the company I had worked for for more than twenty-five years, working my way up from receptionist to office manager, announced it was moving its headquarters to another city. I decided to accept the severance package and become a happy housewife and gardener, at least for a while. Milt was now his company’s CFO and the girls were through college, so we didn’t really need the second income.
Our next-door neighbors were on a four-week trip and had asked me to look after their house and garden while they were gone. They had also arranged for their house to be painted and roofed in their absence.
A couple of days after they left, a handsome guy about twenty-five rang our bell and introduced himself as Justin. He said he was doing repairs on Rick and Madge’s house and asked for the key to the garage, where the paint and shingles were stored. We made small talk for half an hour. He’d gotten into construction after high school but now had decided to go to college and was doing jobs like this to earn money.
All this time his eyes were fixed on my breasts. I’m a little plump and have large, full ones—Milt says I’m “voluptuous.” I was in my robe, braless, and Justin obviously noticed the hanging bulges pressing outward on my robe.
After letting him in Rick’s garage, I dressed and worked in my garden while he began removing the old shingles. About noon I went in for lunch, then upstairs to my bedroom to change for a shopping trip. I took off my sweaty bra and went in the bathroom to wash my face. As I was putting on a clean bra, I noticed Justin standing on the roof next door with a spadelike tool, looking through the open bathroom window. He had been watching me all the while!
I hurried back to the bedroom, out of his sight. At first I was outraged. Then I began to feel excited that Justin had seen my naked breasts. It was a delicious naughty feeling. I finished dressing and, as I was getting in the car to go shopping, I yelled a greeting to Justin as if nothing had happened. When I returned, I asked him to come down from the roof and help me unload the heavy bags of mulch and stone from the car and move them to my backyard.
“Always willing to help a beautiful woman,” he said. As he moved the bags, he went on to say I looked too young to be a grandmother, then made additional flattering comments about my smile and sunny disposition. He topped it off by commenting on my sexy figure. I knew he was schmoozing me up, but I ate it up coming from such a good-looking young man.
I debated with myself all evening whether or not to tell Milt. I was going to say something as we were undressing for bed, but before I could, he said, “How about a little bedtime snack?”
That’s our code for oral sex. Milt is a master at it, and is really into scents and musk. I have a heavy growth of pubic hair and never shave or trim it except when I have to wear a swimsuit. During the winter I also let the hair on my upper thighs grow, and shave only from mid-thigh down. Milt thinks the hair makes me muskier. My gardening and the incident with Justin must have made me especially pungent. When Milt propped up his head on the pillows and I backed my fanny up to his face, he groaned with pleasure and licked like a madman. I was soon on my way to climax. I took Milt’s cock in my mouth and within a minute or two was swallowing streams of hot semen. I came at the same time.
I told Milt about Justin afterward, as we lay side by side. I asked what he thought I should do. He laughed and said I should put on another show the next day. I was shocked. I’d expected him to warn me to be careful, perhaps to avoid Justin altogether. Instead, he rolled over and kissed me, then mounted me and inserted his erect penis. His quick recovery and the smell of my pussy on his face really excited me. It was the best sex we’d had for years.
As I sensed he was about to ejaculate, I said, “Do you like it when another man sees your wife’s big bare breasts hanging down?” And he lost control. He pounded six or seven hard strokes against my clit, and I came too. He asked me to tell him all there was to tell when he got home the next night. Then he rolled over and went to sleep.
In the morning I bathed in the downstairs bathroom, put on panties and a robe, and took careful note of Justin’s position on the roof. When he was in a position to see in the master bathroom, I shed the robe and casually walked in with only a towel wrapped around my waist. My breasts were exquisitely free and bare. I applied shaving cream casually to my left armpit while holding the arm above my head.
Before picking up the razor, I stole a quick peek outside. Sure enough, Justin was watching intently. I proceeded to shave the left pit, then repeated the procedure on the right side. My breasts jiggled with each movement. I applied my makeup and lipstick slowly and brushed my hair vigorously—all of my movements creating movements of my breasts. Finally I applied my deodorant, using similar motions to those I used to shave, and again peeked at Justin. He didn’t appear to have moved a muscle.
I greeted him again as I got in the car to run some errands, and called out to him to be careful not to get overheated, since it was going to be in the low nineties. I thought that was a clever comment, and I delivered it innocently.
I had lunch alone and savored the excitement I’d felt while Justin watched me earlier. I was more than a little surprised by the thoughts running through my head. Here I was, old enough to be his mother, yet I was feeling like a teenager about to lose her virginity. It was a little scary, and I couldn’t quell the excitement. I knew that under the right circumstances he could have me.
When I returned at half past one, Justin was carrying bundles of shingles up to the roof. I changed into my work clothes and worked in Rick and Madge’s backyard until about half past three, when I yelled up to Justin asking if he’d like some nice cold iced tea.
He was down in a flash, sweaty and shirtless. His muscled chest and back, deeply tanned, looked delicious! I was also sweaty, and as we entered my kitchen, I lamented that women can’t shed our blouse and bra on a hot day.
Justin said, “I wish you could too! It would be great to see a sexy woman like you topless!”
“You may not like what you’d see if I weren’t wearing a bra,” I replied. “My breasts are large, but they sag.”
He took a swig of tea, then said, “Your husband is a lucky man. He can see them bare every day. I envy him.”
I couldn’t resist that opening. In my best “office manager” tone of voice, I said, “But you have seen them, haven’t you? Yesterday and this morning when I was in the bathroom. Remember?”
Justin was stunned. His face showed both shock and fear as he tried to explain. I interrupted to ask if he’d like to see my breasts up close instead of thirty yards away. He stopped stammering excuses and
nodded his head yes. I raised my top and shrugged it over my head, then pulled outward on the bottom of the bra cups. This dumped my 46DDs out less than two feet from Justin’s nose. Turning around, I asked him to unhook the bra. His hands shook and he fumbled a bit, but he got it done.
“Would you like to touch them?” I asked. He caressed them gently.
“The nipples are huge!” he said. “May I kiss them?”
I nodded. He licked and kissed my giant areolae and continued to fondle and bury his face in my long cleavage. He said, “They’re even more fantastic than I imagined, and much heavier.”
I stood in front of his chair for several minutes while he worshiped my breasts. Then I reached for his groin and said, “Let’s have a look at this erection.”
He immediately freed his hard-on from his cutoffs. I soaked my panties just looking at it. It was as big around as Milt’s and two inches longer.
It twitched upward toward his belly every couple of seconds. I stroked it a few times and bent over to give him an open-mouthed kiss. He responded in kind, and his right hand left my breast and started down between the elastic waistband of my slacks and my belly.
Coming to my senses, I broke off the kiss. “No, sweetie!” I whispered. “We can’t go down there. We don’t have any protection. Besides, I’m sweaty and not very fresh down there right now.” I didn’t add that I hadn’t shaved the insides of my thighs for eight months! But I did say, “Let me help you, though.”
He stood, and I swallowed his cock. His breathing was jerky. As my tongue lapped the underside of his dick, I grazed it gently with my teeth. I took hold if his balls and applied slight pressure as I took him deep in my mouth.
In under a minute, he pulled back, crying, “Look out, I’m going to come!” I held his buttocks and pulled him deep in my mouth. “It’s too late!” he yelled, as he ejaculated. His spasming penis was jetting thick semen in my mouth. “You’re swallowing it!” he said, amazed.
With his cock still in my mouth, I nodded. When it was over, I French-kissed him and said it was time to go—“before Milt comes home and finds you here.”
In fact, that evening Milt had to work late preparing a project evaluation for a proposed acquisition that would take him out of town the next day. He called from a conference room and couldn’t talk freely. I told him to hurry because I had details of the day to share.
Reflecting on my day, I was excited and apprehensive. I’d come close to letting Justin fuck me. I laid out some clothes for Milt to pack, then decided to undress. When I took off my panties, I smelled the musky product of my excitement. I placed them in a plastic bag and sealed it carefully to put in Milt’s luggage. He likes to have a reminder of me when he’s out of town, and this would be among the best!
I put on my robe and waited. Milt got home at half past eight and practically dragged me to the bedroom. He asked me to sit on the bedside and lie back. I put my hands behind my knees and pulled my legs to my chest to give him open access to my pussy. He noticed the strong smell and licked around my anus and upward to my clitoris. As he licked me, I told my story. It excited him so, his breathing became ragged.
When I got to the part where Justin fondled my breasts, Milt ejaculated spontaneously on the pants of a suit I’d laid out on the bed for him to pack.
“That’s one suit that’s not going with you,” I laughed, as he undressed.
Although I’ve grown accustomed to my vaginal musk on Milt’s face, it was almost too strong that night when he kissed me. My excitement must have been obvious. When I told him about the blowjob I gave Justin, his cock was hard again and be mounted me. I climaxed on the fifth stroke but encouraged him to keep going. We climaxed together in less than ten minutes. Afterward, I shared my fear that I might lose control of the game with Justin and let him take me. I told Milt how much I loved him, and said I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize our marriage. I suggested I visit my mother for a few days so that it wouldn’t get out of hand.
Milt’s reply surprised me. “Gwen, you were a virgin when I married you. I had sex with a lot of other women before we met. Justin’s attention has reminded you how attractive and sexy you are. You are beautiful, you know. If you’re going to have sex with someone else, he’s so young plus he’ll be leaving in two weeks—this may be the best situation. It won’t destroy our marriage.”
Milt has shown a jealous streak, so I had to be sure it was okay. “Won’t you be jealous if I let him do me?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said. “The thought of another man’s hard cock entering your body causes me a pang of jealousy. But at the same time it excites me. All I ask, if it happens, is that you always use a condom and that you always tell me all about it afterward.” He kissed me and said he loved me whatever happened, then rolled over and went to sleep.
The next morning, after I’d inserted the special bag in Milt’s suitcase, he left for the airport. I bathed, shaved my legs and went out to purchase condoms—the first time I’d done that in twenty years! I bought some sponges too, then came home.
I invited Justin in for lunch at noon and went in the house to prepare a deli cold-cut tray. When he arrived, I greeted him topless, with an apron around my waist and only bikini panties under it.
We didn’t even start to eat. Justin kissed me and ran his hand under the apron. I led him to the bedroom, undressed him, rolled a condom onto his cock and had him lie face up on the bed. Since he liked to fondle and suck my breasts, I mounted his cock so they dangled in his face. When we finished, I asked him to give me head. He couldn’t hold a candle to Milt in that activity. We had lunch, then went another round before he went back to work.
That night Milt called and thanked me for the panties. I gave him brief details. The next day Justin took a mid-morning break with me, and a mid-afternoon one as well. It became obvious that the novelty of my large breasts was wearing off as our sex began to lose intensity.
When Milt got home that evening, I filled him in while he licked my asshole and pussy and brought me to a powerful orgasm. We took a weekend trip to a bed-and-breakfast in the country, where Milt could unwind after a difficult week. While we were gone, Justin finished the roofing and started painting. He knocked on the door mid-morning on Tuesday and said he was finished. I hugged and kissed him and asked if he wanted to do me one last time. We did a 69, then fucked once more.
The experience was good for me, and I think for Milt. But I don’t want to do it again, at least for a while. Milt is a better lover than Justin. Still, we often recall and savor the experience before having sex.—G.N., Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
LET’S HOPE THOSE DRIVERS SNEAK OCCASIONAL PEEKS AT THE ROAD!
I’m not sure when the fantasy of my wife exposing herself to strange men began. Erica is about five-three and is in her fifties but looks a lot younger. She works out every day, so her body still looks real good. She has a nice round ass and big luscious thighs. Her tits are about 36D, and her big brown nipples are real sensitive. All you have to do is touch them and she’s ready to fuck!
It must have been when we’d been married about ten years. We went to a Little League baseball game. Erica was wearing a summer dress that had a full skirt, and underneath the dress had only bikini panties on. The dress was cut low in the front, so she was showing a little cleavage. I had gone to the concession stand to get a cold drink. My wife was sitting on the fourth row of bleachers, and on my way back I saw from underneath that she had her legs spread open and her dress was hanging low. I could see all the way to her crotch, and stood there wondering how many other men could see what I did.
I didn’t say anything, but when we went to bed I told Erica what I had seen and said that other men had seen up her dress and were probably jacking off at home thinking about her. I saw how hot she was getting and told her I got a big hard-on knowing all those men were jacking off thinking about her.
A few weeks later we planned a trip to the horse races, about a three-hour drive. I fantasized for days about Erica
exposing herself to truck drivers on the highway. The more I fantasized, the hotter I got. The night before we left, I snuggled up behind Erica in bed and, with my hard cock up against her soft ass, told her my fantasy. Did she get excited! I played with her jugs, and she reached back and jacked me off. I warned that if we didn’t stop, I’d come, and I wanted to save it for tomorrow. I asked her to wear a real short skirt with no panties. She said she’d think about it.
We left about nine. It was a hot day, and Erica was wearing a real short skirt with a silky blouse and no bra. After about an hour, I asked her to tilt her seat back and pretend she was sleeping. It wasn’t long before an eighteen-wheeler was in front of us. I opened her legs, raised her skirt to the top of her thighs and started playing with her pussy. I had on a pair of loose-fitting slacks and no underwear. I asked Erica to feel how hard my cock got as I pulled alongside the truck. I passed it real slow and gave the driver a good look at her legs and my hand on her pussy.
I told her the truck driver probably had his cock out and was jacking off looking at her. That got her so hot, she unzipped my pants and jacked me off. She was so hot, she leaned over and sucked my cock. I picked up her skirt from behind, and all of her ass was showing as I pulled up beside another truck. Every time I told her that the truck driver was jacking off looking at her ass, she just got hotter and hotter.
When we got to our hotel we had to change clothes so we could catch the shuttle bus to the track. I asked Erica to put on this dress that was light tan and real tight. It buttoned down the front all the way from the top to the bottom. I asked her to unbutton the bottom three or four buttons and not wear a slip or panties. She stood by the window and spread her legs. The sun was really bright, and I could see right through her dress all the way up to her crotch.
When the shuttle bus arrived, the driver was a young black guy. He was helping all the ladies climb up the stairs into the bus. As Erica got on, I watched him just stare at her ass, which really looked good in that dress. I got really hard knowing how much this handsome black guy liked my wife’s ass.
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