Letters to Penthouse XXX

by Penthouse International

  My breasts screamed for his touch and came alive when he cupped and fondled them. As he drew them to his mouth, the memory of his lips on my nipples again rushed to mind. It had even more erotic intensity now, thanks to my hard-won self-confidence and new awareness of pleasure.

  Michael pulled away to get a good look at my naked body. Obviously pleased with what he saw, he pulled me toward him again and resumed his probe of my mouth. I wanted him with a fierceness in my lips and on my tongue. Without my being completely aware, my own hands had found the zipper to his jeans and went feverishly for the lump inside, pulsing to be set free.

  His warm hard-on was in my hand now, and he was the one moaning. As I fondled him, his hand went for my wet pussy. He inserted a finger, then began to thrust in and out, slow and deep.

  He said he wanted to feel my mouth engulf his cock. He withdrew his finger, then watched me take him in my mouth, inch by inch. He said it was such a turn-on to see my beautiful head bob up and down on his cock. He said he wanted to stop time and live in that moment forever. Now I had the devilish smile, from ear to ear.

  I continued to suck and lick him for what seemed to be a long yet oh-so-pleasuring time. Just knowing how much satisfaction I was giving him made me want to bob on him all night long. It was sweet torture for me to suck his cock with my own pussy pulsing and dripping in agony for him.

  Michael watched me give him head for a long, contented time. Before I realized how much time had passed, he said he wanted to be inside my body and motioned for me to sit on his lap facing him. I stood up halfway to brace my boots in order to straddle the seat for the correct mounting position. He said I looked awesome with nothing on but my black leather boots.

  I guided myself onto his cock and moaned as it lodged slowly in my wetness. He found my lips again and devoured me eagerly. My hands grabbed on to the back of his seat as my body began the up-and-down ride of my life. I could not believe how wonderful he felt inside me. I varied my rhythm between slow and fast, and had him begging for more.

  We stopped kissing when Michael’s head went back against the seat and his eyes closed while his mouth opened to breathe fast and shallow. He let himself go completely, and seemed to enjoy every minute of my efforts to please him. With his hands resting on my breasts, I continued riding his cock until we were both trembling.

  Michael said that he didn’t want to come until he tasted me, and had me dismount and lie back against the other seat. His mouth found my pussy, and I shook as he tongue-fucked me. Then his fingers went in one by one while he ate me to a blissful orgasm.

  Before I could regain my composure, his body was on top of me and his cock was sliding in my pussy. My legs wrapped around his body, with the heels of my boots resting on his back. He plunged away at me with great intensity. The combination of slow, deep thrusts and fast motions sent me moaning into the start of another orgasm.

  Never before was I able to come twice in one encounter, yet I found myself totally uninhibited with this man and enjoyed every aching minute of his penetration. He was able to last a long time without losing control. This made it easy for me to relax and let him keep bringing me to orgasm.

  After I came for the third time, he was finally getting close to his own climax. He came down close to my ear and whispered that he loved fucking me and hoped this would not be our last time together. I told him to fuck me hard and deep.

  Once I said it, he started to surrender inside me. I felt the pressure mounting. His thrusts became quicker by the second, and he began moaning in a breathless trance. His cock couldn’t take it anymore and filled my pussy with flowing come, on and on, pulsing inside me, getting out every last drip.

  He fell onto me with a satisfied sigh and said he shouldn’t have waited fifteen years to try to find me. Our bodies separated, and we laughed in between small talk and getting dressed. I told him this was the most erotic and satisfying sex I ever had, and that pleased him immensely.

  As we drove back to my car, I almost fell asleep in my contented state of mind and body. Back at the bar, Michael pulled me close for an even more sensual kiss and embrace. He said it was the best Valentine’s Day gift he ever got.

  With my overwhelming lifestyle I hadn’t even realized it was Valentine’s Day! I was taken aback by the realization. I smiled lovingly at Michael and asked if he would be my valentine from this day on. He nodded and asked if he could see me again sometime in the next month for a short escape and conversation. From that night, I would never be able to say no to him.

  Back home with my head on the pillow, I wasn’t sure if it was a dream or a fantasy that I would wake up from. I drifted off to sleep figuring it was all a dream, and I would wake up in the morning and not remember it.

  The next day I was on my computer checking e-mail when I noticed there was one from Michael. In it he wrote how he would always love Valentine’s Day from now on and how he looked forward to having me for dinner next month. My heart skipped a beat, my breaths became quick, and my arousal grew.

  I glanced at the calendar on the wall to have “February 14” stare back at me with loud reality. Even if what happened the night before had been only erotic fantasy, it was no less real for that. As I closed my e-mail, I shut my eyes and thought how wonderful he was, then got up to take care of the business of my day.

  From then on, whenever I got overwhelmed with my daily life, I would close my eyes and think of Michael and Valentine’s Day night in his truck. Everything seemed all right after a few arousing moments back with that memory. I counted on it to bring a smile to my face for a long, long time.

  —N.H., Eau Claire, Wisconsin

  She Found the Courage to Learn Her True Desires, Then Tried to Fulfill Them

  At forty-four, having been married and faithful through sixteen years and four children, I had to find a lot of courage to discover my true longings and to try to have them met. Now I have to find the perseverance to never give up on my dreams.

  I met Angel at a swingers’ birthday party my husband and I were invited to a couple of years ago. I was the one who was excited about the idea. We had started going to some swingers’ clubs after all those years of faithfully monogamous marriage. I felt things were not right somehow. I needed to find ways of dealing with my inner longings other than fantasizing about them.

  Rick wasn’t so turned on by all of this, although we both found it exciting to watch what went on so freely and openly in the swingers’ clubs. We’d go home horny then—and “play.” For me, the sexual environment, with all of the flirting plus the option to go further, freed me from my frustration.

  After a few times, though, Rick didn’t want to hear about going anymore. I on the other hand craved the excitement and new experiences, even though we had each just once gone as far as having sex with a stranger. So while Rick decided it wasn’t for him, for me it definitely opened an exciting road to new feelings, and above all to a way out of my feeling of being stuck, unfulfilled in my passions.

  The birthday party was a new experience. We were met by the hosts in almost no clothes, and they introduced us to this other couple, Angel and Faith. At that point I felt giddily upbeat, eager to make contact with them. But almost at once I was overcome with despair, thinking Angel was someone I could never be with.

  I was asked by several men to join them in one of the bedrooms, where most of the guests, already undressed, were standing up, lying down, or kneeling and tending to other people’s needs and fantasies. But my husband didn’t want me to do anything. So the night was spent watching, and longing, plus occasionally talking to people who either weren’t engaged sexually or were taking a break from fucking.

  Sometime after midnight Rick wanted to leave. We said good-bye to the hosts and headed for the door. Just then Angel came up to me and gave me the most wonderful kiss I’d tasted in sixteen years, leaving me crazy and wanting more.

  Angel said he would contact us. Not long after, we received an e-mail from him with an invitation to join him a
nd the woman he lives with “for dinner and more.” I was totally excited and wanted to go and find out about all this sensual life. But Rick refused, leaving me frustrated and feeling no way out.

  I was always very afraid of mingling with men and women at parties, not knowing exactly how to deal with flirting and just having a good time while being married. I had always felt inhibited about being outgoing or letting myself feel sexually attractive. I wondered why, and had even tried talking to Rick about it. Now I knew he would never allow himself to explore more open lifestyles. I had to either forget about it or dare to explore on my own.

  I e-mailed Angel, telling him that Rick wasn’t interested but I was. When we spoke on the phone, I felt somehow that this was something very different. I mentioned that I felt everybody in this environment seemed so disposable. He reassured me, saying, “This is not disposable.”

  We actually agreed on a discreet meeting, at a movie theater. In the days between that call and our scheduled rendezvous, my fantasies ran wild. I was so excited, I even lit candles and meditated every day, asking forgiveness for doing something so unacceptable to conventional thinking.

  The day before our date we talked once again on the phone. I asked Angel what he would like me to wear. He said, “Short skirt, heels, no panties.” That left me so horny, I couldn’t wait! I only wondered if I could actually go through with this.

  As luck would have it, the day of our scheduled meeting was my husband’s birthday! I don’t know how I had forgotten it. Actually, I guess I do—my husband was the last thing on my mind.

  We always go out for dinner on each other’s birthday, so now I had to either call it off with Angel, or change the date, or invent a story why we had to have Rick’s dinner Saturday instead of Friday—in fact, why I wouldn’t even be home Friday.

  I made up a story about my sister needing help with a job application. As I drove to the theater, I couldn’t help thinking that suddenly I was a woman who makes up stories to deceive her husband. And it was too late to try to call it off. Angel lived much farther away, and would be on his way already.

  That is, assuming he was coming! Now, instead of guilt, I was filled with doubt. What made me so sure he would come? I decided I had to take the chance to find out what it would be like to have an encounter with this man I was totally attracted to who seemed attracted to me as well.

  I got to the theater and waited outside, wondering how long before I could decide I’d been stood up. Then I saw him. Now, I’d seen him exactly once before, even if we had kissed passionately, if quickly. Now he was walking toward me! When we reached each other, we kissed. It felt wonderful.

  Angel suggested we go sit in his car. In the car we kissed, talked, and felt. But he’s a big guy, and it wasn’t very comfortable for him with me on top kissing him. Besides, I teased him about making out in the car being what teenagers do.

  So we got out and walked around the parking lot. We sat on the sidewalk to rest, and he wanted to fuck right there! As we kissed and talked, he put his hands under my skirt. I sat there half-naked, with a man I only met once, where anybody could see us doing this.

  Seeing I wasn’t at ease, Angel said he didn’t want to do anything I didn’t want to. We decided to go in the theater and see a movie. I sat on his lap for the first fifteen minutes kissing him. I got so excited, and so wet while he felt me between my legs, I knew I wanted something wild to happen.

  We kept kissing as we watched the movie. Angel didn’t stop fingering me, making me so wet and swollen, I couldn’t get over it. I tried to unzip his pants to feel his dick, but he was a bit uncomfortable in the theater chair.

  Finally I got so horny, I whispered, “I want to fuck you so badly.” I never ever dared say this to anyone.

  We left the theater and got into my van. I pulled down the backbench. It didn’t take long for me to really want to feel Angel inside me. Even though the windows fogged up pretty quick with hot sensual steam, basically anybody would have been able to see what was going on in that parking lot, and also hear my moans of pleasure as I felt his body against mine, and then his beautiful penis slowly penetrate me.

  Baby, I had never ever felt anything like this before. This really hot, passionate, extremely horny wanting and yearning to make love. I wanted to feel him like crazy, and when he did come inside me, I came but good. While he pushed me back on the bench and rubbed my clit, without any hesitation I came again. It was the steamiest and most wonderful lovemaking I had ever experienced.

  “This is definitely it,” he shouted, and I realized he was about to come again. When he did, we both felt so great, and we kissed and could not stop laughing. I think that was so cool. It was fantastic. I have never before or after ever fucked anybody this wonderful, this exciting and deep, with me coming multiple times.

  That turned out to be one of the most memorable days in my life. After what happened to me, with my sexual feelings and desires being answered in such a great way, I could not help but believe that the one true feeling actually exists—the mingling of ecstasy and sexual power, of horniness and tender passion.

  I made myself be very daring and had other sexual adventures with men I had never seen before. All unknown to my husband. Of course, there is something very horny about having sex with new, different people, including just the challenge of it. Some of my encounters were all right, some good, some downright terrible.

  I thought that what I had experienced with Angel must not be “the one true feeling.” But after all my other sexual adventures, I learned that the one person I have this incredibly powerful feeling with is him. The sexual attraction does not slip away. In fact, the action and feelings have gotten stronger over time.

  We still get together, and it still is the best thing I have ever felt. I never knew before that I could have sex and actually describe it as “making love.” With someone you find really hot and lovable, it can be so exciting and give off so much energy.

  I still get butterflies when we’re going to meet and I know I will feel him inside me for hours to come—his kisses so soft and yummy on my lips, and his hands entangled in mine. His wonderful member going in and out while I sit on top of him in various positions for many hours, coming so many times, so powerfully, with his warnings to get ready, to let him out, and then have his soft, slippery come all over my belly. The energy it gives me is fantastic.

  I truly never thought that making love could be so incredibly wonderful, making me scream and laugh and cry. I hope I can explore it more and more times in all different ways with Angel. I think it has been this way because somehow I love him in a special way.

  —G.S., Schenectady, New York

  While Donating to Her Charity, He Made Another Sort of Contribution

  I am an Asian-American woman who came to this country for my higher education. After graduation I worked for a couple of years in the research laboratory of the university I attended.

  I married my husband John twenty-five years ago, and since the first of our three children was born, I have never gone back to work. Through hard work and a bit of luck, John has been quite successful in his profession, and we’ve had a very comfortable life.

  Since our children have grown up, I have devoted a lot of my time and energy to charitable work for a number of institutions and organizations. I have been particularly active in raising money for my alma mater, and consequently have been named as a member of the faculty advisory committee.

  The chairperson of the advisory committee, a dynamic woman named Sylvia, is always on the lookout for new ways to raise money and stimulate the morale of the committee. A month ago she arranged a dinner party at a private club for the committee members along with a number of wealthy civic-minded individuals.

  When I arrived at the club, I was introduced to several people I hadn’t met before, most of them friends of Sylvia’s visiting from out of town. It was a pleasant evening, with beautifully prepared food and exquisite wines.

  Seated next to me at the
dinner table was a gentleman from Denver who turned out to be a fellow alumnus. Though Christopher was about ten years my junior, I found him quite charming. Having had some success with his business, he was prepared to donate a large sum of money. I told him one of our priority projects was a new center for the study of nanotechnology. He seemed fascinated by what I was able to tell him about the project.

  After dinner, Sylvia noted that Christopher’s hotel was on my way home and asked me to drive him there, as he had no transportation. I was happy to do so.

  When we arrived at his hotel, Christopher asked if I would like to come up to his room to have another drink and further explore some details of the proposed center. As it was only a little bit after ten, and I was eager to secure the donation, I accepted his invitation.

  I was pleasantly surprised to find that he was staying in the penthouse suite. It was a luxurious layout, with a great view of the city. Christopher called room service and ordered a bottle of champagne. While we waited for it, he asked me some penetrating questions about the center, which I answered as best I could.

  When the champagne arrived, Christopher had the waiter open it and pour two glasses. He gave me one, then picked up the other and said, “Let’s celebrate. Due to your excellent presentation, I’ve decided to donate three million dollars for the new center.”

  I was so pleased and excited that I gulped down half of my champagne. Then I put the glass down and impulsively gave him a kiss on the lips. He put his arms around me and returned my innocent salute with a rather passionate tongue-twister of a kiss. I was shocked, but I found myself enjoying his unexpected move.

  I was wearing a black velvet dress with a low-cut back, and as he kissed me, I felt his hand caressing my bare skin back there. I had never been with another man since my marriage, and I knew I should pull away, but I didn’t. Sensing my response to his hand on my flesh, he became bolder. His lips left my mouth and moved down over my neck, then to my cleavage.