I figured that we wouldn’t have too much time to be with each other, and I knew I had to work fast. She had been wearing a pair of loose sweatpants, which I took off her quickly, before either of us could say a word. She removed her shirt herself and threw her arms back over her head and waited for me to make my move. I knew what I wanted and set out to get it.
I don’t often get to give a woman head. My wife doesn’t like it and only indulges me after she’s taken a shower and is too clean down there. I spread Judy’s legs apart, kissed her cunt and took a deep breath, taking in the smell of a pussy that had not been in the shower for several hours. I love that smell and don’t get to experience it nearly as much as I’d like to. I kissed her pussy and started to lick her clit, probing her with tongue and finger. Judy came faster than I could imagine possible. I got so turned on that I got on top of her and we fucked like a couple of horny college kids on their first date. I couldn’t believe it, but Judy came three times in about ten minutes. We actually came together on her third time. That was a first for me.
The following Sunday we met at a motel in a neighboring town and spent two incredible hours together. When she checked into the room she wanted to jump in the shower and wash herself but I convinced her to let me eat her cunt the way it was. She lay back on the bed and opened herself up to me and my waiting tongue. Suddenly I did something I never thought I would do. Taking in the strong smell from both pussy and asshole, I got so damn horny that I cleaned her bottom with my mouth. I had my tongue all the way up her asshole and she came while I was rimming her. Judy said she never heard of anyone licking an asshole but admitted it was very good. Since then I’ve asked her several times to leave her bottom unwashed for me, saying I would clean her body with my tongue. She didn’t want to do that at first but after some convincing she agreed. I had meant the pussy only, but she left it all less than clean.
I’ve asked her to bring herself to me in the future without jumping into a shower and she agreed. I’d never have believed I could possibly enjoy eating an asshole with my tongue. I asked if she’d consider licking my asshole some day, she said she couldn’t do that just yet, but that she’d think about doing it in the future. I’ll be working on that in the weeks to come, even though it’s definitely something a person needs to do willingly.
Unfortunately, Judy is starting to feel guilty about our affair. I’ve tried to help her get over it, but she says she’ll be able to work it out on her own. I hope so. I would hate to have to give her up, because I think I’ve fallen in love with her. The sex we share is so wonderful and she’s become a great friend to me. I hate to hurt my wife but I have to think of myself sometimes.
—F.B., Alamogorda, New Mexico
TURNABOUT IS FAIR PLAY FOR A MAN WHOSE WIFE STEPPED OUT ON HIM
My wife and I have been subscribers to Penthouse Letters for several years. She recently received a large envelope from your magazine, which I opened thinking it was our latest issue in a new kind of envelope. I’d thought for a while that she was cheating on me, and that issue’s story about the nympho nurse confirmed my suspicions. When I confronted her about it she admitted to everything. It was quite a story, and for the first time I had all the details. We’ve been separated for several months as a result. Since we’ve split up, she’s moved in with her friend.
I know this will sound unusual, but I became suspicious because our sex became more erotic after she had started her nursing job. She began to let me do things I was never allowed to do with her before. Ever since the first night she went out on the town without me, she let me butt-fuck her, and that was always taboo. I wasn’t allowed anywhere near her asshole. But all of a sudden, she loved it. When she blew me, she let me come in her mouth, which I hadn’t been able to do before.
I’m a bartender, and I work until one o’clock in the morning every day. When work is over I usually go out to other bars to unwind. About two months before Sharon and I separated, a guy named Bobby was becoming a regular at my bar, and we grew to be good friends. One night as he was hanging out in my bar and I was getting ready to leave, we decided to go to my unwinding sessions together. As we were talking he told me that before he left Europe he had married a Belgian girl named Sofia. She was coming to the United States soon, and he was looking for an apartment for them that would be in a good location and, most importantly, would have good security. His wife would be alone for up to eighty hours a week while he was on duty at the fire station.
A couple of days after our conversation, I ran into the rental manager at my apartment complex. I asked her about the apartment next to mine, which I’d heard would be empty at the end of the month. She said it hadn’t been rented yet, so I asked her to sit on it for a couple of days until I could tell Bobby about it. My building has very good front-door security and was in a good neighborhood, plus the apartment was right next door to mine. He made an appointment to see the apartment and wound up taking it. He said it was perfect, and since I would be living next door, his mind would be at ease about Sofia.
Bobby went to New York to meet Sofia and the two of them were all ready to move in when they returned. Bobby asked me if I wouldn’t mind helping the two of them get their stuff into the apartment. I’d never seen Sofia, but after I heard how Bobby described her, I couldn’t wait. When the day came, he pulled up in a rental van and out stepped an absolutely fantastic-looking girl with long blonde hair, a face of an angel and a beautiful figure. I thought my wife was a standout, but this girl had it all over her. She was wearing a cut-up T-shirt that just barely covered her tits (even though she was wearing a bra) but showed off most of her stomach. She also wore a tight pair of short shorts that started well below her belly button and showed off most of her ass cheeks. All I could do was gasp.
When I was carrying one of the boxes up to their apartment I made sure to follow her so I could check out her gorgeous ass when she put her box down on the floor. I just couldn’t keep my eyes off her tits, which were standing at attention at all times and fighting to get out of her T-shirt. I could tell she knew that I was watching her, because when she looked my way, she’d smile and give me a long sexy look.
When they were all moved in, Bobby said that he and Sofia wanted to take me to dinner for helping them out. We went to a restaurant that had good food and a four-piece jazz band. The booths were set up in a horseshoe shape, so everyone could face the stage, and there was a dimly lit dance floor off to the side of the room. We had a great meal and quite a few drinks. Bobby and Sofia danced a few times. Bobby came back after one song and told me that Sofia wanted to dance with me, because she felt that they were neglecting me. I was afraid of what I would do if I got my arms around Sofia, so I declined, but Bobby insisted. We got up and (just my luck) the group played a slow song. We danced close, and she put her head on my shoulder. My God, she smelled fantastic. I couldn’t believe how soft her skin felt as I rested my hand on her bare back. My cock got hard almost immediately.
Sofia lifted her head up and looked at me, saying, “What’s that I feel?” She took her hand from my back and rubbed it slowly across my cock. She nuzzled her head back into my neck, pulled her hand away and pressed her mound against my erection. I had to follow her closely back to the table, because I didn’t want Bobby to notice the bulge in my pants. When we sat down, she immediately put her hand on my thigh and rubbed my crotch. When Bobby excused himself to go to the rest room, Sofia’s hand went straight for my cock. She unzipped my fly, stuck her hand in my shorts, squeezed and said, “I’ve got to see that tool one of these days.”
“Anytime!” I said.
When she saw Bobby coming back from the bathroom, she released her grip on my cock. He said they had to leave, because he had to be at the firehouse at eight o’clock. I told him I was going to stay and finish my drink. I had a few more and I got bombed fantasizing about Sofia. I woke up the next day around noon, really hungover. I went directly to the refrigerator to find something cold to drink, but all I had was beer. I
sat on the couch with just my shorts on, took a sip and put the cold can against my forehead.
There was a knock on the door, and before I could move, Sofia appeared (I must have forgot to lock it) carrying a plastic pitcher of lemonade she had made for me. All she was wearing was one of Bobby’s long tank tops, which was so low-cut it barely hid her nipples but was long enough to just cover her ass. She told me to stay on the couch and she would get some glasses.
She sat very close next to me. Her bare leg touched mine and sent tingles in me. When she sat down, the shirt rode up above her crotch and I could see that she was a natural blonde. I got an instant hard-on. She looked and said, “What’s that I see bulging up from your underwear?” I told her to take a look so she got up, took off her tank top, kneeled between my legs and pulled off my shorts, looked down at my cock and said, “I knew your prick would be a thing of beauty!”
She grabbed my rod and slowly started jerking me off, looking me straight in the eye. Then she kissed it, licked it down the shaft, sucked on my balls and went up the shaft again, tonguing the head of my cock. I was dying for her to put it in her mouth. Soon she started sucking my dick like a hungry animal. She sucked real deep, taking everything I had into her mouth. I got close to coming, so l pulled her head away and told her I wanted to fuck her beautiful body before I came in her mouth. She got up, bent over the arm of the sofa and stuck her ass in my face so I could fuck her doggie-style.
I kissed her butt and ran my tongue between her cheeks, circling her asshole with my tongue to get it real wet. I mounted her slowly, so I could enjoy feeling my thick cock pushing into her beautiful cunt. It didn’t take me long to come but I enjoyed every second that I fucked her, because with each stroke I tried to go as deep inside her as I could. By the time I ejaculated, we were both covered in sweat. My orgasm felt like it would go on forever. Finally Sofia got up, put on her tank top, and told me to rest so I could be in her apartment by six o’clock. She was going to cook dinner for us. I was so worn out I fell asleep on the couch.
I woke up around five o’clock, took a hot shower and called to ask Sofia to leave her door unlocked, because I’d only be wearing shorts and didn’t want anyone to see me in the hallway. When I went in to her apartment, she greeted me wearing thong panties and a see-through blouse with thin straps that just covered her tits. After dinner, we relaxed in the living room and started to kiss. Soon I started to lick her from her lips to her breasts. I licked, sucked and squeezed her beautiful tits and didn’t want to stop, but I went down her stomach until I reached her thighs. I licked both sides and then started to kiss and lick her cunt. She smelled so good, I lost control and started sucking on her clit and poking my finger into her asshole. She started moaning and bucking back against me. I increased the speed I was finger-fucking her ass, and I kept on sucking her clit deeply. When she came, I could feel her ejaculate spurt into my mouth like a faucet had opened. She tasted delicious.
Sofia got up and led me to the bedroom. I mounted her missionary style, pressing my body against hers, fucking her slow and deep. In no time at all we both were ready to explode. She came first, making a sound that got me so excited I couldn’t help spewing. After we took some time to catch our breath, we laid next to each other, kissing and exploring each other’s body with our hands. She phoned her husband to say good night.
After she hung up the phone we went into the bathroom and showered together, with me pressing my cock against her ass. We went back to bed, wet. I turned her over and started to lick her asshole again. I drove my tongue in and around it, then I put my cock against the brown, puckered entrance. She spread her cheeks apart so I could enter her. I started out gently but with each pump I drove in deeper and deeper. She was gyrating, moving her hips from side to side and moaning with ecstasy whenever I sank it in. I was in heaven, and so was she.
I was having a hard time coming, and Sofia told me to take my cock out of her ass so she could suck it. She laid me down and took my cock in her mouth and gave me the most fantastic blowjob I ever had. When I finally blew my wad she took every drop in her mouth and swallowed it all down. The contentment on her face was clear. She lay next to me and I started to finger-fuck her cunt with my right hand and her asshole with my left hand. She was thrashing around like she was in convulsions, and she exploded all over my fingers. It spurted out of her cunt and I quickly sucked off my fingers. Then I went down on her and licked her clean.
She laid her head back on the pillow and asked, “You are staying the night, aren’t you?” I told her that nothing on earth could move me off that bed.
The next morning I was awakened by the soft feeling of Sofia leaving a trail of kisses down the back of my neck. She licked all the way to my ass, where she settled inside my buttocks and gave my asshole a terrific tongue job. I turned to get in a 69 position and we licked each other’s assholes for a long time. It felt so good she had me trembling.
We spent the next two nights fucking, sucking, ass-fucking, ass-licking—you name it, we did it. We never left the apartment. Now I have three wonderful days a week with Sofia. I never had any trouble getting a girl at the bar, but now I don’t even try to pick up women there, which should tell you exactly how satisfying Sofia is. This has been going on for over three months, and things with us are just as good as they were our first time together. The sex we have is absolutely fantastic and we both feel the same way about each other. Separating from my wife was the best thing that ever happened to me.
—G.A., Staten Island, New York
SOMETIMES OUR GREATEST PLEASURES ARE THE MOST UNEXPECTED
I’m a happily married man and have never thought of cheating on my wife, until a few months ago.
I was in New Orleans for a three-day conference. I arrived a night early so I could get the registration out of the way and attend an orientation. I decided to go out on my own for dinner and went to a very popular, informal but crowded restaurant. I was waiting for my meal and watching all the customers when a very attractive woman asked to share my table. We spent the meal talking about our lives, the city and what brought us to town. It turned out that Josephine was attending the same conference, she was single and she was from out of town, too. As we were finishing up with dinner and getting ready to leave, she asked me if I’d mind walking her back to her hotel. It was a few blocks away and she didn’t feel comfortable walking back alone at night in this strange city. Having a small sense of chivalry, I agreed.
Up to that point, there had been no thoughts in my mind about anything developing between us. As we were walking back to her hotel, we came upon a doorway that opened into one of those beautiful old New Orleans courtyards. We stopped and peeked in and were caught off-guard by the sight of a young couple in the shadows making passionate love. They were fully clothed, but her dress was up over her hips and he was giving it to her doggie-style, and he was fucking her hard. They were so deeply into what they were doing, they didn’t notice that we had been watching them. Josephine and I just stood there and watched in silence. I jumped slightly when I felt her hand softly entwine with mine. It seemed so natural that I just grasped hers back in response. She turned around, looked me in the eye and said, “We’d better go.”
When we got to her hotel, she invited me in for a drink. There was a bar on her floor around the corner from her room. I felt a bit uncomfortable walking through a hotel with this pretty woman, but there was some kind of attraction between us that I couldn’t deny. As we were making our way towards the bar, we passed a room and heard moaning and groaning. She stopped me and laughed, “Twice in one night? This must be a sign!” before showing me into her room just down the hall. I hesitated for a second when we reached the door, but she massaged my crotch and pulled me in. No matter how much I kept thinking about my wife, I couldn’t resist.
My brain went completely blank when she fell to her knees, opened my fly and pulled out my cock. As I looked down, I was treated to the view of my cock completely disappearing and reappearing as
Josephine deep-throated me. The events leading up to that moment as well as the thrill of the forbidden had me shooting into her mouth in no time. She moaned with pleasure as she swallowed my come. My wife rarely lets me come in her mouth, much less swallows it. “‘Let me return the favor,” I said as I pulled off her skirt and panties and laid her down on the bed. As I bent to eat her, it suddenly dawned on me that she was the first woman other than my wife that I would taste. Her scent and flavor were decidedly different from my wife’s, and her aroma had me swooning. I was able to make her come much more quickly than I expected, and I had to hold on for dear life as she screamed her way through it.
After she calmed down, we decided to order some room service. I shared my fantasy of watching a couple make it, and I could tell she was intrigued by the idea of possibly screwing another complete stranger while I watched. When the delivery person showed up, it was a woman. Josephine cast her eyes down to the floor, blushing a bit, and said, “Sorry, I’m not ready for that.” The delivery woman looked at us strangely and left. Josephine suggested we take a shower together. I ended up fucking her standing up under the pulsing stream of water, another first for me.
After cleaning up and drying off, I was overcome with an enormous feeling of guilt, so I dressed and left, apologizing to Josephine. She said she understood and gave me her business card, telling me to call her if I ever got the urge again.
When I got home, I tried my best to put this incident behind me so I could get on with my life. My wife seemed to notice that my lovemaking was a little more energetic, but she never said anything about it. A week later, I went into work and my boss introduced me to my new associate: a beautiful woman named Josephine!
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