Letters to Penthouse XXIV

by Penthouse International

“I’ll be waiting,” Doris cooed softly.

  I think committing adultery did bother Doris somewhat at first, for over the next couple of days she acted a little funny toward me. She seemed a bit distant and standoffish. She didn’t seem at all interested in sex or romance. For a little while I worried that our relationship had been damaged by her intimacy with Tim.

  Then everything suddenly changed. On Friday evening I was met by my wife wearing a seductive dress, impeccable makeup and alluring perfume. She had prepared a candlelight dinner for just the two of us. She had me bring the half-full wine bottle and two glasses up to our bedroom after dinner. She then asked me to change the baby’s diaper and put her to bed. When I got back to our bedroom, Doris was waiting for me in a sexy see-through nightie I’d never seen on her before. It did not remain on her very long.

  What followed was a night of wild, unrestrained passion. I could not remember us ever making love even twice during the same night. That night we did it three times in a row! I couldn’t come the third time as I fucked her doggie-style, but I didn’t mind. She’d already drained my balls. We did it with me on top, her on top, and then doggie-style. That was the first time she’d ever let me do her any way but missionary-style.

  Our love life seemed to change completely. Suddenly she was adventurous. I even managed to make her climax with my dick on occasion. New positions were eagerly welcomed. We even made love in other rooms in the house. When we did it on the downstairs couch a few days later, the memory of watching Tim do her on that same couch caused me to ejaculate as soon as I entered her.

  In other ways, too, Doris seemed to be more devoted, more attentive and more loving than she had ever been. She not only fixed all my favorite foods; she seemed to be trying to make up for her adultery by treating me like a king. She basically waited on me hand and foot.

  Tim was not at our house the next week. It was Thanksgiving week and he did not make his normal trip. But he was back the following week. I went to bed that night before Doris and Tim, and soon crept out to my vantage point. I saw them kiss for a bit, and then heard my wife say, “Let’s go to your room, I’m scared he’ll catch us out here.”

  I waited for a few minutes in our bedroom, then went down the hall and listened outside the guest room to my wife’s moans and sighs of passion as my buddy fucked her. I then went back to our bedroom and beat off. When Doris joined me in bed it was nearly five in the morning.

  Even with everything that happened between them, I never felt that I was in any real danger of losing Doris to Tim. Two weeks ago, I learned I was correct in that assumption. Tim had mentioned to us before that he had a live-in girlfriend. He now told us that they were getting married in the spring. I also heard him tell my wife later that night that just because he was getting married did not mean he wanted to end his affair with her. Doris replied that she too wanted to continue their affair. Tim will be back in town next week. I have no doubt that he will fuck my wife while he is here.

  Far from being jealous, I have to say that I am actually thankful that this has taken place. Before Tim came along, Doris had some real hang-ups about sex. He got her over her straitlaced attitude and showed her how to enjoy sex to the fullest. I am no longer married to a sexually repressed, inhibited young woman. I am now married to one hot little number. I also have the benefit of her apparent desire to do everything she can to please me in every way. I realize that this might be to compensate in some way for cheating on me.

  Of course, when I consider the costs and benefits of all that has happened, I see myself as having gained from Doris’s affair. It looks like everybody turned out a winner. I know Tim is getting it on with one foxy young lady. I know my wife is a winner. She not only has a lover, she’s learned to enjoy one of life’s greatest pleasures—sex! And I? What have I been telling you? I’m the biggest winner of all!

  —G.L., Hazelton, Pennsylvania

  WHEN CYBERSEX TURNS REAL

  After a long day of running errands, chauffeuring the kids around, cooking and cleaning, it was my turn for some quiet time. Hubby and the kids were sleeping, and feeling a little restless. I poured myself a glass of white wine and settled in front of the computer. Looking for some grown-up chat, I logged on to our online service and started cruising the chat rooms.

  As I was using “Lovelady” as my online handle, I knew it wouldn’t be hard to find someone to chat with, and very soon I received an instant message from “Longhorn.” I immediately replied, and after some small talk and some flirtation, things started heating up. We soon became embroiled in a hot, sensual cybersex affair. As I typed, it was as though I was actually living through everything we were telling each other. I imagined I was kissing him, kissing his body. I felt him pulling off my clothes, lifting me, taking me. I typed feverishly, squirming and moaning, until incredibly, I felt myself actually coming as we climaxed together in cyberspace.

  After this torrid computer-sex session we decided to meet in person. I felt I just had to meet the man who had actually made me orgasm as we communicated via computer.

  When we met we were both nervous, but after a couple of drinks things started to loosen up. I wanted this man. I couldn’t help but replay our first conversation over in my head, I was so turned on. Before I knew it we were in his car and heading for a motel.

  Once there, we couldn’t get inside fast enough. For me it was as though nothing else existed. As our tongues came together our passion exploded. We broke apart only long enough to unbutton each other’s clothes. When his bare skin touched mine, it drove me crazy with need. His searching lips made a path from my mouth to my neck as he pulled my blouse off. I pulled off his shirt and then his pants so I could touch more of him with my trembling hands. His hands explored my body, and then lifted me as I wrapped a leg around his waist. With my back against the wall, he raised my skirt so he could grab my panties and pull them off. Before they hit the ground his penis was thrusting toward me. Taking it in my hands, I began stroking and teasing him.

  Gasping as his mouth returned to mine, I forgot about everything except what was happening between me and this mystery man. Kissing him seemed as natural and necessary as breathing to me. He reached behind me and unzipped my skirt. I kicked it off along with my shoes.

  I reached between us and grasped his cock again, and knew a wonderful feeling of power as it hardened in my hand. He was unable to stand my ministrations for long, and soon pulled my hands away and began to work on me. One of his hands made its way down my body, driving me crazy, for I knew exactly where it was going to stop.

  My knees were growing weaker by the minute, so I held onto his shoulders as he slipped one finger inside me. I thrust myself against his hand as his fingers did amazing things to me. When I could stand no more I cried out and he pulled me to the bed. I wanted to devour him.

  He guided my head down to his cock and I happily went, taking his wonderful cock deep into my mouth. I could feel the pressure building, and knew he was ready to come for me. But he quickly pulled me up to him and, straddling his hips, I guided his massive dick to my pussy, took a deep breath, then sank down on it. “Oh, yeah!” he groaned. “Ride me hard, baby!” And I did so, pumping him harder and harder, as his hips thrust up to meet mine. A fine sweat was forming on our bodies. I pumped up and down on his love-muscle until my juices ran all over him. I’ve never been in such ecstasy.

  My orgasm came in shock waves, and he could feel it, because his cock immediately started swelling and throbbing, feeling bigger and bigger inside me. We were in a paroxysm of passion, both coming at the same time.

  We fell into each other’s arms exhausted. We lay there for a short while then looked at each other and started to laugh.

  We have since become good friends, and still meet often for sex sessions. But I’ll never forget the first night we met online. Thank you, “Longhorn!” You will always hold a special place for me in cyberspace!

  —K.G., New York, New York

  CARRY A BIG STICK


  We have lived next door to an attractive young couple, Patrick and Mary, for years. I have always been obsessed with Patrick’s muscular body. In the summertime we often have them over for a barbecue and a swim in our pool. We have become the best of friends over the years. The more we got together, however, the more I found I wanted to have my friend Patrick all to myself for a day.

  He wasn’t all that attractive, but his body was quite masculine. From the promising bulge in his shorts, I figured he had to have a good nine inches hanging between his legs. Although I have wonderful sex with my husband, Pete, I had always wanted to know what a really big cock would feel like sliding into my vagina.

  I was seven years older than Patrick but I still had a fantastic body, and every chance I got I flaunted it in front of him. We have a high board fence around our yard because of the pool, but you can see through the boards directly into the pool area, where I arranged to lie topless when Patrick was out in his yard. Also, of course, I would swim in the nude if I knew that Patrick was working in his backyard. I soon became aware that on many occasions Patrick would sneak a peek at my solid, well-preserved and bronzed body.

  Finally, the day came when I got my chance with Patrick. Mary was out of town visiting her mother, and Pete was at work. It was a hot sunny day in July, and of course I went out to the pool. I saw that Patrick was out in his yard, but I pretended I did not see him. I slowly undid my top, exposing my breasts, which I gently rubbed for several seconds. I knew I had caught Patrick’s interest. I could feel his eyes peering through the fence at me. I then slid the bottom of my bikini off and dived into the pool.

  I swam a couple of laps on my back so he could get a good eyeful of my front. Then I climbed out, flashing him my ass and giving him a good look at my wet, neatly trimmed bush from behind, as well as the way my pussy lips hung down, like a cluster of grapes. Then I took the towel and stood facing him so he could see everything while I seductively dried myself off. When I got to my pussy I put one leg up on a lawn chair and rubbed my cunt for an extra-long time. Then I lay down on the lounge chair with my legs spread wide and slowly rubbed my finger over my cunt lips.

  Patrick’s eyes were locked on me. He was in a trance. I knew he was mine. Next I took some suntan lotion and rubbed a generous dollop into my generous breasts with one hand while I fingered my pussy with the other. I was beginning to get excited, aware that I was turning him on, and I slid two fingers into my wet cunt. I moaned loud enough for him to hear. Then I took my fingers out and sucked all of my juices off while I inserted two fingers from my other hand back inside my honey-pot. I kept pumping my fingers in and out of my pussy until I diddled myself pretty close to an orgasm. I pumped faster and faster as I got nearer to my solo climax. When I knew I was about to come, I pulled my fingers out and ran them back and forth over my cunt lips, my ass and my tits. My whole body tensed, and I drove my fingers deep into my cunt again. I jerked several times as my fingers thrust deliciously inside my cunt. After I came, I pulled the fingers out and licked them dry once again.

  The performance had worked me up into such a heavy sweat that I dived into the pool again to cool off. I swam two laps, waiting to see if Patrick would come over. And sure enough, he did. He leaned over the poolside, getting a good eyeful, and gave the flimsy excuse of needing some milk because Mary had forgotten to get it before she left that morning. I could see the bulge inside his shorts, and a little wet spot where his pre-come had soaked through.

  I told him, “Sure,” and climbed out of the pool. He turned his back and apologized for catching me naked. He protested he should have called first. I told him to turn around and face me, because I didn’t mind. When he turned around, I handed him a towel and asked him to dry off my back. He slowly toweled my back, and took some extra time when he got to my ass. I enjoyed that quite thoroughly, and I squirmed appreciatively. When he finished, I turned around and asked him if he’d mind drying off my front. He dried my tits first, then worked his way down to my cunt. “Go ahead,” I told him when he hesitated.

  He rubbed the towel between my legs. His shorts weren’t long enough to conceal his hard-on, and he was embarrassed when I saw the head of his cock sticking out of one leg. “You poor dear. You’re leaking,” I cooed. He turned red. “Don’t worry, I have a cure for that,” I said. I knelt in front of him and pulled down his pants. I couldn’t believe how magnificent his huge cock looked, standing right in my face at attention. I had estimated his prick at nine inches, but seeing it all attentive like that, I revised that to ten or eleven.

  I didn’t stop to measure it but took as much of it into my mouth as I could. I sucked this lollipop for several minutes, licking up all his pre-come and running my hands all over the huge shaft and balls. Then I took his cock out of my mouth and rubbed it all over my tits and face. I sucked on his balls. I would have loved to have felt that huge monster explode inside my mouth right then, but I didn’t want him to come without feeling the heft of it between my legs first. I sat on a chair with my legs opened wide, and invited Patrick to eat me. He knelt between my legs. I held his head as he pressed his eager lips and tongue tight into my pussy. His tongue explored my hole, and he buried it as deep as he could while I thrust myself back and forth against his face. I felt myself getting close to another orgasm. I pushed him away before I came.

  Then, like a dog, I knelt on all fours and told him to drive his cock into my cunt. He knelt behind me, grabbed my hips and pushed his cock up tight against my pussy. He slowly pulled me toward him and thrust that magnificent prick between my cunt lips.

  “Fuck!” I cried as the pole entered the promised land. His cock was so big it made me feel like I was a virgin, being initiated by a master. He slowly rocked back and forth, filling my cunt with pleasure. I placed myself on my elbows, with my ass in the air, and let him do as he pleased. I moaned with pleasure and as I drew near an orgasm, I cried out, “Oh, fuck me. Fuck me hard! Give me all of that cock, and fuck my cunt deep!”

  I thought he had filled my cunt with his whole cock, but when I said that, he gave a big thrust, and I felt his pelvis against my ass-cheeks. Now our bodies slapped damply together with each thrust, and I realized I was getting the benefit of three or four more inches of cock than I had ever felt before. It was delicious!

  “Oh, fuck!” I screamed as I heard the rapid slap, slap, slap of skin meeting skin. My cunt squeezed his pile driver while it drove in and out, up and down. After several minutes of that, I felt an orgasm explode inside my cunt that made my whole body shiver and tingle. He paused while I luxuriated in my climax, then gently began thrusting again. Soon he resumed the former hot pace. Every thrust he made filled my cunt with pleasure. I bit my lip and concentrated on the ecstasy. Finally I sensed that it was time to stop the pile driving. Marvelous though it felt, my pussy had had enough of that huge prick.

  “Oh, fuck. No more. Stop!” I shouted as I pulled away.

  He knelt there, bewildered, as if he thought I was accustomed to daily rogerings with a shillelagh like his own. But I ended the confusion. I told him to lie down. I knelt over him and took his cock in my mouth again. I tasted all the juices from my orgasm on it.

  My mouth worked the top of his cock and my hands worked the long, thick shaft. I bobbed up and down like a professional cocksucker. I sucked that lovely prick for several minutes before he finally gave in to the pleasure he was experiencing—for the first time, it turned out. Then he gushed and filled my mouth with jism. He came with great force, and I gloried in it. I tried to swallow all the jism, but it was too much. I felt it dribble out the sides of my mouth, but he kept on coming, and I kept right on sucking fresh, hot come out of him. I swallowed every drop I could manage, and I kept right on sucking. I didn’t want to give up that magnificent cock now that I had it. Patrick lay there moaning as I sucked.

  His prize prick was soft by then, but even soft it filled my mouth—and then some! Finally, I let the prick go and kissed my way up his body to his lips. We kissed for severa
l minutes. Then I smiled fondly at him, and we got up and kissed once more.

  We had a short swim to clean off, then got dressed and sat there talking over drinks for the rest of the afternoon. I let Patrick know how much I enjoyed fucking and sucking him. He told me that I gave him the best blowjob of his life. Apparently Mary will suck his prick, but she won’t let him come in her mouth. He admitted fantasizing about me on more than one occasion. I told him he could come over anytime he wanted, that I would love to feel his cock explode inside my mouth anytime he liked. He has taken me up on that offer many a time since that day, and each time has been fantastic.

  —C.C., Oxford, Mississippi

  SHOT IN THE DARK

  I’ve returned to Royal Oak, Michigan, from my vacation, but I find my panties still get wet every time I think of the time I had in Vero Beach, Florida.

  This is how it happened. My husband and I and our two kids were on vacation in Vero Beach, and we all had thoroughly enjoyed a day at the beach. After dinner, we put the kids to bed. Then Dick and I enjoyed some wine and sex.

  I hear you muttering, “Okay, so what?” Well, it was about 10:30, and Dick had fallen asleep. That’s when I decided to put on my robe and go outside for a cigarette. About fifteen minutes later the man from the room next door came outside to drink a beer. He was a large black man—about six-foot-three and two hundred twenty pounds. He introduced himself as Harry. We exchanged small talk, and he told me he was thirty-seven. That is my age. I am a five-foot-six blonde and I weigh one hundred twenty pounds.

  Harry said his wife was sleeping, and he asked me if I would like to walk down the beach with him to watch the waves come in. Harry seemed like a nice guy, so I accepted the invitation.

  Perhaps it was the wine I’d had, but when we stopped in an isolated spot to admire the sea, I said to Harry, “You black guys all look so big and strong.”