Letters to Penthouse XXIV

by Penthouse International

  Society is afraid of sexually aggressive women, and so we’re branded as whores and referred to as the lowest common denominator of the female gender. But let me tell you, I think all of that is about to change as we head into the next century.

  If there are any women reading this, think about it: how long have you done things just because you were told to do them? Ever thought about being like a man?

  Sometimes I wonder just how many wives out there have the courage to take a risk and be like me? All it takes is a spirit of adventure and letting go.

  —K.D., Lawrence, Kansas

  SECRET MEETING

  Sam is my husband’s best friend, and he and I get together once in a while just to mess around. Usually our meetings aren’t planned, but a couple of days ago I let him know that I was going to be alone the next night, and that he could stop by if he wanted. So I wasn’t surprised when he came over in the early evening.

  We sat around and talked for a while, and then he asked if I wanted to ride into town with him to do some shopping. The ride there was pretty uneventful, but the ride home was something else. Before we had even gotten out of town, he asked me what it would take for me to go topless on the way home. I just grinned at him and gave him a simple answer: “Take some back roads.”

  As he did so, I proceeded to remove my coat, then unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. I unhooked my bra and took that off too, revealing my C-cup breasts. I turned to him, sitting there with both tits exposed. He kept glancing over at them, but made no move to touch them, until I said, “Are you just going to look at them or are you going to play with them?”

  With that encouragement he reached over and took my left nipple between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing it gently as he rolled it between them. Shivers went up my spine, and the crotch of my jeans became extremely damp.

  Sam continued to play, switching between my excited mammaries. After a while I reached over, unbuckled his belt, unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans and freed his erect cock from its confines. I took his awesome prick in my hand, rubbing and stroking it gently until I couldn’t hold back any more. I leaned over and took that eight-and-a-half-inch, perfectly round shaft in my mouth, sliding it deep into my throat. He let out a sigh and said, “God, I love it when you suck my cock! That feels awesome!”

  I really enjoyed listening to him moan and gasp as I slid his thick manhood in and out of my mouth. A few minutes into my blowjob he pulled over onto a dark road, saying he couldn’t concentrate on his driving any more. Then he sat me back in the seat and hungrily started sucking at my dime-size nipples while rubbing my pussy through my jeans. It felt great! While he was doing this, I took his dick in my hand and began playing with it to keep him hard.

  Soon I felt him undoing my jeans, and then his hand slid down inside them until one of his fingers found my clit. He massaged it gently before sliding three of his fingers inside me. It felt like one giant cock. We began kissing rather roughly, our tongues massaging each other. Between kisses, I begged him to fuck me, but just then he was only interested in making me come. That I could handle. His hand movements got faster and his kisses more forceful, and it all felt so damn good. I was having a hard time catching my breath, and I turned my face away from his and began kissing his neck.

  His fingers moved harder and still faster in my cunt. I was moaning and begging for more, and he didn’t stop until I came. While my body was still pulsing, I leaned over and took his cock back into my mouth. I knew it wouldn’t take long, since he was way too excited to hold back. Instead of starting out slow, as I normally would, I sucked him hard, going faster and faster, but pausing once in a while to bite down gently, because I knew he liked it. Every time I did that, his body twitched and a little sound came out of his throat. Soon he was gasping and saying that he was ready to come. Normally at that point I would have pulled away and finished him with my hand, but this time was different. I kept sucking him and put my hand to work in unison with my mouth.

  He warned me one more time that he was going to shoot his load, but I didn’t remove my hungry mouth. Finally he arched and gave a shout as he shot his load down my throat, and I was happy to swallow it all. After that we helped each other clean up and then headed for home.

  On the way home, Sam kept telling me how great I was, and how awesome it felt to have me suck his cock. Then we talked about what would happen if my husband found out what was going on between us, or if his wife did. We decided it would be a lot better if they didn’t.

  When we got to my place I invited him to come in, but he said he had to get home to his wife and kids. I told him that Bill, my husband, was going to be away again this weekend and invited him to stop by then, because I really want him to fuck me. I have the feeling he will.

  —P.S., Tarrytown, New York

  HIS FIRST AFFAIR

  I am fifty-one years old, and happily married for twenty-nine years to a wonderful lady, but I always fantasized about having a secret affair.

  Two years ago we moved to California from a small town on the East Coast, and since we were now away from family, and near a big city, I thought this might be my opportunity to explore a sexual adventure. I placed an ad with an Internet dating service, and somewhat to my surprise I received a promising reply almost immediately.

  Her name was Sheila. We chatted over the Net a few times, and finally agreed to meet in a hotel. First, however, we had cybersex, during which we described to each other exactly what we wanted out of our first encounter. What a hot way to start an affair! Sheila was forty-one and also happily married, but like me she was looking for an adventure. She told me she had a demanding job with a large international company, and her position required that she spend a lot of time telling people what to do, so she was looking for a man who could take charge.

  As you can imagine, since this was my first affair, I was a little nervous as I checked into the hotel. But as soon as Sheila showed up I felt at ease. She was a tall blonde beauty, dressed, as in our cybersex session, in a conservative businesslike dress which still managed to show off her 38C tits. As soon as I closed the door I kissed her, and she responded by driving her talented tongue down my throat. I caressed her body and felt those huge, soft melons and her nice round ass through her dress. She was feeling me in turn, and rubbing my cock through my pants. I unzipped her dress, and it fell to the floor just two feet inside the door.

  Sheila had on exactly what she had said she would wear under her dress—a black lacy bra that showed off her cleavage, matching black thong panties barely covering her neatly trimmed blonde bush and black, lacy thigh-high nylons. I felt her tits and pulled her thong to the side to finger her nice soft ass. She was already moaning. I unsnapped her bra—a three-hooker—and cupped her big beautiful tits as we moved in unison to the bed. Meanwhile she was unbuttoning my shirt and pants.

  As I laid her down, she spread her legs, and her black nylons directed my eyes to her pussy, shadowed only by her thin lacy thong. I pulled it aside and began eagerly licking her wet cunt and sucking her stiff little clit. I moistened my right thumb and rimmed her anus with it before easing it into her asshole. There I was, my thumb in her tight backside, my tongue licking her puffy red cunt, the finger of my other hand tweaking her clit as she bucked and moaned. “Oh Christ, you are good!” she gasped. “Oh God, that feels good. I’m coming! Umm, umm . . . ahh!” I went on licking her cunt as her juices flowed from her. What a hot, juicy, great-tasting cunt she had!

  Sheila then laid me back on the bed and proceeded to give me head, licking and sucking my cock. Oh, was she ever good! But I didn’t want to come in her mouth; it was her hot pussy that deserved my first load. I laid her back down, she again spread those long sexy nylon-covered legs, and I positioned the head of my cock at her pussy slit, rubbing it up and down. Sheila raised her hips, trying to work my cock into her cunt hole as she begged, “Ohhh, stop teasing! Stick that cock in me!”

  Finally I drove my cock in all the way, driving her ass back do
wn onto the bed. She yelped with joy, and we were in for a hot, hard, happy ride! She was ever so soft and warm inside as I massaged her velvety vaginal walls with my hard cock. I kissed her full lips, and she moaned loudly as our tongues darted in and out of each other’s mouths. I kissed her soft sexy neck and pretty ears. Her big tits seemed to float back and forth like giant waves pounding on a coral reef—what a glorious sight! She had incredible muscle control in that velvety pussy and she timed her squeezes with my stroking to create the most sensational cock-milking anyone could ever experience. And the harder I stroked, the louder she moaned.

  At one point the phone rang. No way was I going to stop this great fucking to answer the damn phone! Sheila gasped, “Must be the people next door, calling about the noise I’m making.”

  “Let it ring,” I said, and kept stroking away at her fine pussy. About ten rings later the phone stopped, but there was a ringing in my ears as I felt my balls tighten up. “I’m gonna come,” I told her.

  “Yes, come, baby, come!” she growled, and she came with me as I shot my load deep inside her.

  She pulled me down onto her, resting my head against the soft pillows of her breasts. But in a minute I rose up and began to kiss her all over, her hair, forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks, lips, ears, neck, tits, nipples, navel, down to her sweaty bush and her bright pink pussy, glistening with our come. I sucked a mouthful of our juices out of that pussy, and then deposited droplets of it along her body as I licked all the way back up to her beautiful tits.

  “You want a taste?” I mumbled, and she parted her pouty lips just in time to meet my come-filled mouth. She then proceeded to clean the rest of the come from the inside of my mouth with her eager, searching tongue.

  We got a drink then, and relaxed for a while, talking, giggling and learning about each other’s lives. Sheila rubbed my shoulders, which felt good, and I thought, life doesn’t get any better than this! But I was wrong. It was my turn to rub her back. I started with her neck, then moved down to her waist and to her shapely ass. I rolled the nylons off her long, sexy legs, kissing her feet. Then I rubbed back up the inside of her thighs, parting her ass cheeks and looking at her pussy and asshole from behind for the first time.

  My cock started to come alive again, so I began rubbing it up and down her ass. She started to moan as she clamped her buns together, squeezing my now-hard cock as I stroked it up and down her warm, sweat-lubricated ass crack. She raised her ass in the air, drawing her knees up under her. I spit on my hand, lubed my cock, spread her cheeks, directed my cockhead to her asshole and slipped it in nice and slow. She pushed back at me with a cry of pleasure, and once I was past her sphincter muscle I slammed her back down to the bed with a hard stroke all the way inside her tight ass.

  “Oh, ohh, yessss!” she blurted out, then bit on the pillow to muffle her screams of ecstasy, gripping it with both fists. I reached under her to hang onto those lovely melons as I fucked her squirming backside. Her asshole felt incredibly smooth and soft, and as she had with her vagina, she clenched her sphincter muscles in rhythm with my strokes, milking my cock again. I stroked so hard I could hear my hairy balls slapping her cheeks with each lunge.

  “I’m gonna come,” I groaned, and again she encouraged me and then came with me, both of us groaning and shaking. Then she turned her head back and we kissed as my softening cock ever so gently slid out of her, my come running out of her ass and making shiny puddles on her tender thighs.

  We rested again and talked some more, then finally got up to shower together, cleaning each other off and paying special attention to each other’s intimate parts. We both knew we would be seeing each other again, and we both knew that each time we did, we would go back afterward to our happy marriages, with no entanglements and no regrets, but with wonderful memories of happy, passionate sex. Indeed, life doesn’t get any better than this!

  —M.U., San Diego, California

  “BUSINESS TRIP”

  My lover was already in his room when I checked into the hotel where we had arranged to meet. I took the elevator up to the twelfth floor, and as I unlocked my door, he peeked out of his and gave me a knowing smile.

  As far as our respective spouses knew, this was a business trip. I took my overnight bag into my room, set it on the bed and jumped into the shower. I knew he had a key to my room, and I was not surprised when he slipped into the shower with me a few minutes later.

  It started out innocently enough with him washing my back, but it quickly turned into something rather steamy. I gasped with pleasure as his hands moved over my breasts, and then he turned me around and kissed me with so much passion that my toes curled. I moaned into his mouth as I felt the dampness that always started between my legs whenever he touched me. His hands began to roam the length of my body as mine found his cock and began to stroke it. He loved to tease me; it aroused him to see the pleasure in my eyes, the excitement I felt at having his hands all over my body.

  When those hands finally reached my pussy, my legs moved apart as if with a mind of their own, and my flowing juices told him just how excited his teasing had gotten me. I moaned as he lightly ran his fingers over my pussy lips, then slowly slid one of them as deep as it would go into my already pulsating hole. That finger began to move in and out of my cunt, stroking slowly at first, then faster and harder, bringing me ever closer to orgasm. He slid in another finger and continued with that rhythm. I leaned my head back into the spray of water from the shower and moaned loudly. Then he fell to his knees in front of me and began to lick my throbbing clit as his fingers continued to go in and out of me. As I felt my orgasm begin to crash over me in flooding waves, I grabbed his head and pressed his face harder against my spasming pussy.

  When I stopped coming he removed his fingers and held them up to my face. I took them one at a time into my mouth, licking off my juices. Then we moved from the shower to the bed, where he laid me down slowly, giving me a passionate kiss. As his head moved down my body I lay back with anticipation of the further pleasure to come. I arched my hips and ran my fingers through his hair as his sweet lips and tongue made me come again and again.

  When he couldn’t wait any more, he slid up my body, positioned his cock at the entrance to my pussy and slowly slid it in. I groaned with pleasure as I felt his manhood filling me, inch by inch. He pushed all the way in, and then began to move in and out of me, slowly at first, then faster and faster, each stroke more forceful than the last. I looked deep into his eyes and I could tell that he was close to coming. My whole body lifted from the bed as my hips met his every thrust. They went wild as I felt my climax building, bucking wildly up and down. As I cried out in ecstasy I felt his entire body tense, and then I felt his spasming cock fill my pussy with his wonderful hot come.

  We collapsed together, then cuddled up in each other’s arms. I felt wonderful, and the best part of it was knowing that we had another whole day with each other before this “business trip” was over.

  —B.F., Atlanta, Georgia

  THE TOOL FOR THE JOB

  My husband Ralph is a workaholic, and sometimes he is too busy even to think about sex. A few months ago I was walking around in a constant state of arousal because he had been ignoring me sexually for several weeks. I masturbated often, but I wanted more than that. I wanted cock. I wanted to fuck, and I wanted it badly. When I would start fondling Ralph’s cock in bed, he would say he was too tired. I started thinking that my husband was getting it from someone else, and it was then that I decided not to be the sweet faithful wife any more.

  One morning I was siting at the kitchen table drinking my morning coffee when the doorbell rang. Without thinking, I went to the front door and opened it. The guy standing there looked really surprised when he saw me. I was wearing a very short and very thin nightgown and no robe, leaving very little to his imagination. He was a very good-looking black man, probably about thirty years old, with an athlete’s body.

  He stammered a good morning, then said something about my h
usband having sent him to do some repairs on the bathroom fixtures. I recalled Ralph saying something about that, so I invited him in. He was trying very hard not to look at my near-naked body as he asked me if I knew exactly what had to be fixed. I said I didn’t remember, but that I would call my husband at work and ask him.

  I went up to our bedroom to make the call, and there I caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror. I knew I looked good. I am five feet six and weigh one hundred fifteen pounds, with long natural auburn hair and a firm 36-28-36 figure that I maintain by doing aerobics.

  What with Ralph’s apparent sexual disinterest and my own growing frustration, I decided to make a play for the repairman. I took off the panties I was wearing under my nightgown. This made me feel more exposed and sexy. Moisture was already starting to lubricate my cunt.

  After making the call, I went downstairs and invited the repairman to join me for a cup of coffee. My voice was filled with excitement and desire. I took him into the kitchen, and as I reached up to retrieve a cup from the cabinet, I made sure my gown rose high enough to show him I wasn’t wearing panties. I glanced back at him and smiled, to let him know I knew what I was doing.

  After pouring the coffee I sat opposite him with my legs parted so he could get a good look at my pussy. His eyes were riveted there. “Like what you see?” I asked him.

  “I sure do,” he said, a little hoarsely. “You are one nice-looking woman.”

  “Then let me see you too,” I whispered. “Please take off your clothes.”

  Without a word, he stood up and began undressing. When he undid his pants and slid them off, I gasped. He wasn’t wearing underwear, and his growing cock was uncircumcised. It was not only the first uncircumcised cock I’d ever seen, it was the first black one also. It sent a chill through me. I stood up and moved to him, wrapping my hand around that gorgeous cock. It was lengthening and hardening rapidly, and its tip soon emerged from the foreskin. It had to be at least ten inches long. Ralph’s was six inches when erect, but this one was much longer, and hard as an iron rod.