Letters to Penthouse XXX

by Penthouse International

  “This isn’t right,” I said weakly. But I didn’t move, except to pull my head back, and in doing so, I actually pushed my breasts against him.

  I didn’t resist as he stood up, pulled me to my feet, and walked me to the nearby bed. He laid me down, got down next to me, and commenced to kiss me on the mouth again. I had never in my whole life been kissed in such a lingeringly erotic manner. Then I felt his hand slowly unbuttoning the front of my dress, and I knew I was going to have my first extramarital experience.

  I was nervous and excited at the same time, and decided to accept whatever was going to happen. In another minute my dress was open, and I felt naked, even though I was actually still wearing my lacy underwear.

  Christopher started to kiss my body again. As he did so he unhooked my bra at the front, and as he kissed and sucked at my breasts he pulled down my panties, leaving just my garter belt and stockings. Gently, he went on kissing every inch of my body, pausing only to quickly remove his clothing. I was amazed by his large penis.

  When he was naked, he again sucked my sensitive nipples, while exploring my body with his hands. “I have never touched such smooth skin before,” he murmured. “You are so lovely.”

  His head moved down now, his tongue tasting my body, until he reached my love triangle. He licked at my labia, then sucked on my clit until I came uncontrollably. When I calmed down, I said, “I can’t take it any longer. Please take me!”

  Slowly, he pushed his large organ into my love tunnel. The sensation was difficult to describe, but it was heavenly. I had never been fucked so beautifully in my life. He brought me to climax twice more before finally depositing his load inside me. When he finished, I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him thoroughly.

  I looked at the clock and saw that it was after midnight. I got up and went into the bathroom to clean up a bit. Knowing my husband had to be wondering where I was, I picked up the bathroom phone and called him.

  When he answered, I told him I had met a man at the charity dinner who’d promised to donate three million dollars to the university. I explained that he’d asked me to his hotel room to celebrate, and I was still there.

  There was a long pause. Then John said, “How come you’re there so long? Did he do anything to you?”

  I had never lied to my husband, and when he asked me like that, there was nothing to do but tell him the truth. “John,” I said, “I’m not sure how it happened. Maybe it was the wine, or the excitement created by his generosity. I don’t know. But yes, the truth is that I let him make love to me.”

  Again there was a pause on the other end of the line. Then John said, “I love you, my sweet. Thank you for being so honest. Did you have a good time?”

  “I love you too for being so considerate,” I said. “Yes, I’m having a really wonderful time.” Then I heard myself say, “You know, he’s leaving tomorrow to go back to Denver. May I stay with him for the night?”

  I was relieved and overjoyed when John said, “Of course, darling. Enjoy your adventure. I love you.”

  After hanging up, I removed my garter belt and stockings and returned to the bed, where I continued to make torrid love with Christopher in all kinds of positions until the morning.

  When I got home the next day, my husband was waiting in his study. He immediately took me to the bedroom and undressed me. After giving me a kiss, he went right down to my pussy and licked me until I came. He was so excited that he made love to me as if we were newly married. I think I have Christopher to thank for a lot of things.

  —Name and address withheld

  He Suspects His Wife of Cheating on Him. What to Do? What to Do?

  Elaine, my wife of thirty-two years, has recently gone through a remarkable transformation. It began as she was approaching fifty. Via diet and exercise she lost about twenty pounds, flattened her stomach, tightened her hips and ass, and got rid of the incipient flabbiness of her arms and legs. She also had some minor cosmetic surgery to firm up her breasts and rejuvenate her face and neck.

  As a result, she now has a smashing 35C-25-35 figure, which she very much likes to flaunt. Previously, as a mother of two and a midlevel executive at a large company, she had dressed rather conservatively. Now, with the kids on their own, and having quit her old job and become a real estate broker, she dresses quite provocatively much of the time, preferring short skirts and cleavage-revealing tops for work and even more flirtatious outfits for casual and evening wear.

  She also has become much more outgoing in personality. Needless to say, she gets propositioned a lot. At first she told me about all the guys who hit on her. While she claimed she never accepted any of them, she did say that their attentions excited her.

  The immediate effect was a dramatic improvement in our love life. Elaine was horny almost all the time, and was willing to try all sorts of new things. Whereas previously we almost always fucked in missionary position, she has now taken to my tonguing her to orgasm, to being fucked in the ass, and to giving blowjobs.

  It’s just as well that I’ve gotten quite good at eating pussy, since even with the help of Viagra, it’s been hard for me to get it up as much as Elaine would like. The fact is that over the last few months, I think she has taken her sex life up quite a few notches without me. While she hasn’t said anything about it, I’m pretty sure that she has been stepping out on me.

  I have been quite busy at work and have had to make a number of out-of-town trips, for several nights at a time. Also, during the week I often have to work late, not getting home until about ten. When I’m away and call before midnight, I rarely find Elaine at home. And the evenings when I work late, she usually gets in even later.

  Her usual explanation is that she was out with friends at some bar or club. However, on several of these occasions she has looked disheveled, her hair and makeup somewhat messed up. She has also taken to shaving her pussy and wearing very skimpy thong or string bikini panties. Most of the time she’s braless, and sometimes when she undresses I see that she put on no panties at all.

  When she crawls into bed, she cuddles up to me immediately and encourages me to make love. She already smells of sex, and her cunt is often quite lubricated, nowhere near as tight as usual.

  Nonetheless, I have said nothing to her, nor she to me. I don’t know what to do about this. I still love my wife and want her to be happy. I guess I should either confront her and see what she has to say about it or just keep quiet and let things go on as they are. I’ll let you know what I decide.

  —D.K., Brampton, Ontario

  His Discovery That She’d Cheated Was the Defining Moment of Their Marriage

  My story begins early in my marriage, about six weeks after the day we promised faithfulness to each other. The day we decided that monogamy wasn’t for us was the beginning of six years of a lifestyle that was the ultimate adventure.

  I still remember the day I came home from work and found Stacey napping on the couch, fully dressed. I removed my shoes at the door and went quietly to the refrigerator for a beer. When I popped it open, the sound woke my wife. Almost immediately she began to cry.

  I went to her asking what was wrong. She sat up, still crying, and confessed that she had cheated on me that day. She begged me not to divorce her.

  I was shocked to hear the words come out of her mouth. I asked what happened. She said it was the mailman who delivered mail to her parents’ house, where she’d lived up until our marriage. He had come by to congratulate her on her marriage. It seems he was older than she, but nice-looking, and she’d been attracted to him by his Corvette. She had one as well, so they shared a love for the automobile.

  Now that I think about it, that’s what first attracted the two of us. At the time, I had a Corvette too. Oh well, on with my story.

  As Stacey began to tell me the details of her day, I walked into the living room with a broken heart—and yet a hard cock in my pants. She continued to sob almost hysterically. Then she said something that changed our marriage foreve
r: “Before we married, you talked about swinging. I cheated, so you have the right to too. Do you want to try swinging?”

  Well, my heart was beginning to heal rather quickly, even as the hard-on in my pants continued to grow even harder. I asked her for a complete account of all the details of her day, from beginning to end.

  It seems that after the mailman congratulated her, before she was aware what was happening, they began to kiss, and that led to an afternoon of hot sex. I still wasn’t satisfied just knowing that she had just fucked this guy, though. I explained to her that I wanted to know everything—right down to every suck, every last lick. You know, the complete, unexpurgated scenario.

  She backed up in her account. The kiss had led to the removal of her blouse, it seemed, and once that was off, to the removal of her bra. As she related this, I did the same thing to her. Knowing another man had done it earlier in the day drove me crazy with lust.

  Once her bra was removed, it seems that the mailman went crazy looking at Stacey’s beautiful breasts, the same as I had done years earlier when I first laid eyes on her nakedness. She unquestionably had a body to die for—32D, with a tiny waist and a sexy ass.

  As the mailman devoured her breasts, kissing her large, sensitive nipples was all it took to induce her to remove her remaining clothing. By the way, she was naked in front of me now as well. And now, with her help, I proceeded to remove all of my clothing.

  Next the mailman began to give Stacey’s pussy the oral attention it was longing for. Again, I wasn’t there, but knowing how much she loved oral sex, I’m confident that she had a violent orgasm. And if not for the fact that it was winter, the neighbors would have known all about it as well. You see, she was very vocal—a “screamer” would be a good way of describing her.

  So right now standing in front of me naked and very wet was my wife of six weeks. I went for her pussy, but she stopped me, saying she hadn’t had time to clean up from her afternoon of sex. I assured her that she didn’t have to worry, that I could handle it.

  It was a strange feeling. Here was my wife’s pussy full of another man’s come. I was about to lick this pussy that had been fucked all day, as recently as mere minutes before I came home from work. Well, I dived for it and did not come up for air until I heard the familiar screams of passion leave Stacey’s lips.

  Normally I would have continued eating her to another orgasm, but not today. I wanted my dick buried in her. I asked what positions she and her new postal sex pal had used. She said she had been on top of him on the couch, and had ridden him to orgasm. So what do you think we did? Right! I asked her to do the exact same thing with me.

  It didn’t take long. We both screamed out our climax. I emptied a load that mixed with the mailman’s. As we held each other enjoying the afterglow, we decided that we would give swinging a try.

  We discussed how we would go about meeting couples that would be interested, and we laid out some rules for our swinging. Then we made love several more times that night. I made her repeat her day several more times before we finally fell asleep exhausted in each other’s arms.

  Although some of our swinging rules would later be broken, I have to say that we had six absolutely great years together—until another man made promises to Stacey that ended our marriage. Even though we aren’t together now, I would not have traded my life with her for anything. Well, almost anything. Whatever that guy promised her, I would have gladly duplicated and multiplied many times over if we could still be together.

  My life has never been the same. I loved Stacey with all my heart and soul, and will hold on to the thoughts of our adventures until I die.

  —M.S., Mercer Island, Washington

  When She Needed a Real Man With a Real Dick, She Didn’t Have Far to Look

  In my security job I work twelve-hour shifts, and my husband’s business requires him to travel a lot. About two years ago Nathan’s sex drive dropped to the point where I was lucky if we had sex once while he was in town. (I’m forty-four, and we’ve been married for twenty-one years.) Then about eight months ago, the sex just stopped.

  There was no evidence of Nathan having an affair. Nevertheless, I was horny, and even bought a dildo to help. But that’s not like sex with a man. I needed an actual man, and at this point needed one pretty badly.

  I was trying to think of someone, or to figure how to go about it, when it dawned on me that we had hired a young man that I work with to take care of our lawn. Luke was twenty-five, and he and I worked on the same shift. We would knock off our Thursday-night shift at six in the morning, and he usually showed up about two Friday afternoon to cut the grass.

  The next Friday morning I awoke about eleven, following a few hours’ sleep. After washing my hair and showering, all I had on was a short robe. When I got downstairs, Luke had just started mowing. I made a pitcher of iced tea, then went and sat by the pool and started to read a book.

  I was in a lounge chair with sunglasses on when Luke finished his mowing and came to drink a glass of cold tea. He asked if he could go swimming, and I said yes.

  While he was in the pool, I spread my legs apart so that he could see my pussy. It must have worked, because I noticed that he was staying to one side of the pool. So I opened my legs a little wider! He came to the edge of the pool right in front of me and started talking to me.

  I put down my book and talked to Luke. I noticed that his left hand was in the water and his right arm was on the deck. I knew he was trying to get a close-up view, and I didn’t care! He said, “The water feels good,” then said I should come on in.

  I said I’d be right back, then went inside to put on my white bikini. My husband likes it because when it gets wet, it shows my nipples and black pubic hair. I grabbed two towels and went back to the pool.

  With my hair pinned up so it wouldn’t get wet, I went into the pool. Luke kept his distance. So I got out and stood at the side of the pool to give him a good look at my nipples and pussy.

  He was staring a hole through me. I put a chair in the sun by the side of the pool, then sat, opened my legs wide, and leaned my head back.

  When I looked at the pool to see where Luke was, he was at the edge right in front of me, and both of his hands were underwater. I could see through the water that one of his hands was lodged inside his swim trunks!

  I got out of the chair and sat right on the deck, then opened my legs. I had a leg on each side of him, with my pussy maybe a foot away from his face. I’d figured out that he wouldn’t make the first move, so I did.

  I asked him if he was having any trouble down there where his hand was. He blushed and said yes.

  “What’s wrong?” I said.

  He said, “It’s hard as concrete,” tapping on the deck. “Damn, you look good in that bikini,” he said. “Good enough to eat.”

  I asked if he would like to eat my pussy.

  He said, “Hell, yeah!”

  I said to follow me and led him to the bedroom. When we got there, I wrapped my arms around his neck and started kissing him. After the kiss, I ran my finger down his chest to the elastic on his trunks, and let one hand go in to find his manhood.

  Once I got hold of it, I was shocked at its size. I had no idea Luke was hung! It was a good eight inches long, and thick. My husband is maybe six inches, and thin. I kept squeezing it and playing with his balls while he undid my top and let my D-cup tits out.

  I started working his trunks down, then off. I took two steps back and just stared at that big slab of meat. My mouth was watering, and so was my pussy. I removed my top and bottom and let my hair down.

  I said to Luke, “I want you to fuck me good and hard.”

  He said that was his plan and told me to sit on the edge of the bed. I did. He knelt in front of me and lifted my legs on his shoulders, then dived into my pussy with his mouth.

  With his tongue in my pussy, it didn’t take long for me to climax, and what a climax it was! He kept eating me all through my orgasm. When he finally stopped, I
begged him, “Please fuck me. I want that big dick in my hot pussy.”

  Instead he stood up, and his big dick was now aimed at my tits. He took them and pushed them together, and tit-fucked me. I had to stop him before he came. I stretched out on the bed with my legs wide open and begged, “Please come put the fire out. Please fuck me.”

  He got on top of me, and I reached for his penis and guided it to my entrance. He entered me slowly, and it felt so good and big. He kept pushing in, and it felt like it was getting bigger. Once he worked it all in, he stopped to let me catch my breath and adjust to its size. He sprawled out on top of me, and we kissed. He moved his hips so he was pulling almost out, then back in. He started going faster. I could only lie there and gasp and come all over myself.

  He was fucking me real well, and I was saying things to him I never said to my husband, like “Give it to me! Oh yeah, fuck my pussy good! You’re so big, I love your big dick! Oh, you’re stretching me! Fuck me!”

  I couldn’t believe the sight of Luke’s big dong going in and out of me. My body was shaking from head to toe. “Come in my pussy,” I urged. “Shoot your come in me.” When he did, I had a violent orgasm.

  This was the start of an affair that’s been going on for two years. I hate to fuck my husband now. His dick is so small. Luke has fucked my mouth, ass, pussy, and tits. We fuck at least three times a week. I love that big dick.

  —Name and address withheld

  It Was Just Her Luck That Her Husband Didn’t Come to the Wedding With Her

  My husband works nights and some weekends. Last month I went to a friend’s wedding by myself. I didn’t know hardly anyone, so I didn’t plan on staying long.

  At the reception I was seated next to a nice young man, who of course I didn’t know. He was nice, and we talked idly, and I thought him kind to be attentive to me, as I was old enough to be his mother. (I’m forty-eight.)