Letters to Penthouse XXIV

by Penthouse International

  —C.M., Chicago, Illinois

  A HORNY WIFE USES THEIR COUNTRY GETAWAY TO GET SOME ON THE SIDE

  My thirty-eight-year-old wife Diane works as an auditor for an accounting firm and I have my own business consulting firm. We’re both fairly well off, so last year we bought a small country place about two hours from our home in the city. It’s the very last house on a small road located by an old creek, without many other residences in sight (there’s an undeveloped hillside above our property). Because of the way it’s situated, we have roman shades on the windows but usually leave them fully open since no neighbors can directly see in and people rarely walk by. I often have to work on Saturday so Diane goes up almost every Friday for the weekend. I join her there on most Saturday nights, and our teenage children usually stay with relatives.

  About five years ago, Diane started to exercise regularly, rising fairly early in the morning to work out at a local fitness center. As a result, she has toned her body into a very shapely 37-24-36 figure. She’s five-foot-four and usually keeps her weight around one hundred eighteen pounds. She’s a natural auburn redhead with wide green eyes, a classic nose and a broad mouth with sensuous lips. She inevitably attracts attention when she walks into a room, but she has such grace that it’s usually striking but not overly sexual.

  Her audit assignments usually result in her traveling overnight at least once a month for a few days. While we’ve had a full, active sex life throughout our sixteen years of marriage, I’ve thought that she’s probably had some affairs. When she drinks alcohol, she gets kind of flirtatious. At business parties, she always watches carefully not to drink too much, but on vacations, I’ve seen her get fairly friendly with some of the men whom we’ve met. To my knowledge nothing ever happened, but I could see the reaction she was getting.

  Diane also cares about clothes and prefers outfits that are stylish and expensive. About six months ago, I noticed some changes in the way she was dressing. She always had some sensual lingerie, but that seemed to be all she would put on. She was wearing low-cut bras and string bikinis or thong underwear. She stopped wearing pantyhose and started wearing garterbelts and stockings or just stand-up stockings. Her skirts and dresses were almost all above her knees or with fairly high slits. She was wearing tank tops and left her blouses open to show off her breasts more than before. At our place in the country, she would usually wear short shorts or tight jeans with halter tops in warm weather. She seemed to be going braless a good deal of the time, too. A few times when we were out in the country on a warm Sunday, I noticed that she would be wearing a skimpy sundress and nothing else. Her nipples frequently got stiff from brushing up against the dress’s material. When we were in a local restaurant for lunch on one of those Sundays, I noticed several guys at a table near us looking our way. Diane smiled back. It even seemed at one point that she had crossed and uncrossed her legs so that they could see that she wasn’t wearing undies. Diane didn’t say anything about them.

  A month ago, the kids and I were at our city home for the weekend. Diane had gone up to the country place on Friday morning. Diane said that she had to meet with a client whose office was in a town on the way to our country home. I planned to go up on Saturday afternoon. The kids had stuff to do in the city, and Diane’s parents, who live down the street from us, were going to look after them. But on Friday afternoon, the appointment I had for that Saturday canceled out. I arranged with my parents to keep track of the kids on Friday night and decided I’d leave after rush hour and surprise Diane.

  I approached our country home at about nine o’clock that night. To my surprise, I saw a number of other cars parked out in front. Instead of going up the driveway, I left my car about a hundred yards down the road. I had some binoculars in the trunk and went to the hillside overlooking our home. I got a clear view of the living-room window, a bedroom window and our hot tub.

  When I looked through my binoculars, I saw Diane and the three guys whom I had noticed at the restaurant a few months before. Diane was dressed more provocatively than I’d ever seen. She had on a very short, tight black skirt that barely covered her ass, a pair of fishnet stockings, high-heel sandals and a sheer black blouse covering up a lacy black bra. The guys were wearing jeans and T-shirts and looked quite well built. It seemed as if there might be music playing because Diane was swaying back and forth as she served hors d’oeuvres and drinks.

  One of the guys got up and put his arms around her, grabbing her ass as they began to dance. He pressed tightly up against her as she gave him a deep kiss. I was shocked. I watched as Diane proceeded to dance with each of the guys. They didn’t hesitate to squeeze her ass or touch her breasts. The dancing stopped for a moment until Diane started to strip for the guys. She undressed for them slowly, and she went up to each one to let him feel her breasts and rub her cunt. I noticed that she had trimmed her bush into a small, neat triangle. She then encouraged them to undress. They all had huge erections. She bent down and licked each prick but did nothing more. Instead, she led them to our hot tub.

  Once they were outside I could hear them as well as see them. One guy was mentioning how much they missed Diane during the week. She said, “I don’t think your wives feel the same way.”

  Another said, “But they don’t know.”

  Diane looked over and said, “I’m not so sure about that . . .”

  There was a lot of groping going on in that hot tub. Diane has sensitive breasts and really gets off when they are rubbed just the right way, and it looked to me as if that’s what happened. They were in the tub for about fifteen minutes. After they toweled off, they wasted no time in moving to the bedroom.

  From my perch I could see everything they were doing. I noticed that one of the guys had a videocamera. Diane started out giving one guy a blowjob while another guy ate her out. The third guy started filming them. They soon switched and let the video guy get a blowjob while the first guy started giving Diane head and the third guy took over handling the video. No one seemed to have gotten off yet.

  Diane then motioned that she was ready to get fucked. The guy who was getting the blowjob got on top and began to move his prick slowly in and out of her. The guy with the videocamera kept filming, while the other guy sat off to the side watching with a huge erection. After the first guy came, the one not filming immediately took his place. Diane seemed to be continually twitching and having orgasms. After about five minutes, he was replaced by the guy who had been working the videocamera. He lasted about ten minutes while the one not fucking her and not videotaping managed to get in the action with her licking his prick while he used his hand to increase her pleasure. It all ended with Diane apparently having a huge orgasm. The guys left at about eleven o’clock. I had been watching for nearly an hour and a half. I didn’t know what to do or say.

  After they were gone, Diane took a shower. She also changed the linens on the bed and put them in the washing machine. I then noticed that she turned on the television and inserted a videotape. It was the one they had just made. As she watched, she got out a huge black dildo and began to play with herself. When she was good and wet, she inserted the dildo and had another orgasm. She then stopped the video and turned off the lights.

  I decided that I should stay somewhere else that night and found myself a motel room on the other side of town. When I returned in the morning, Diane expressed surprise at me getting there so early, but she also seemed delighted to see me. I said that I just missed her too much and cancelled my Saturday meeting. I then took her in my arms and started to kiss her and feel her up, rubbing my hands where the hands of other men had been the night before.

  Diane said, “My, you are horny, aren’t you? But then, so am I.” We proceeded to have one of the best fuck sessions ever. Diane was unbelievable. She did things to me with her mouth that I just couldn’t believe. She used her cunt muscles to give me pleasure like she had never done before. I asked her to tell me a dirty story, and she started to tell me about what she did with the
three men the night before, but as a story she was making up, not as something that really happened. I asked her if that was what she wanted. She looked up and said, “Maybe, if you wouldn’t be jealous. Because no matter what my sexual fantasies are, you’re the only man that I love.”

  —D.R., Boston, Massachusetts

  SHE ASSUMES THE RIGHT TO FUCK OTHER MEN, AND HE SECRETLY APPROVES

  When my wife Mandy turned forty, she announced that she intended to date and party with other men. Although I’m a sweet guy, a good father and generally supportive of what she does and wants to do, it turned out that I was deficient in one area: I wasn’t satisfying her sexually. Before she got too old, she said, she wanted to see what it would be like to start fucking other men. Our daughter was off at college so she had much more free time than before. She didn’t want to cheat behind my back and hoped that I would understand and stay with her. Mandy is still a very striking woman. She is five foot eight inches tall and weighs one hundred twenty pounds. She dyes her shoulder-length hair blonde. Recently she had plastic surgery to tighten her breasts—her measurements are now 36C-28-35.

  The reality of the situation is that I’ve always fantasized about her sleeping around. In fact, I’m fairly certain that she had had some affairs before. Her libido has always been very strong. While we would fuck several times a week, Mandy would usually come every night, either by masturbating or by me fingering her or going down on her. But now it seemed like she was going to be more blatant than before.

  I was correct. She began wearing sexually provocative clothes most of the time since she likes showing off her figure. She also began to attend sex clubs and often would stay the night. When she came home early in the morning, she smelled of sex and seemed sticky. All she would say was, “I made it with a bunch of guys again.” Not infrequently, when I would call home during the day, she would say that she was busy, and I would hear male voices in the background. One time when she was out partying, I found a videotape in the VCR. When I played it, I saw that it was an amateur porn film that she had made. She was with two other women and six guys. They fucked and sucked in various positions for about an hour. I got so horny I masturbated.

  The other weekend I went to a dance club with her. She was wearing a very short skirt and a low-cut blouse—and of course she didn’t bother wearing underwear. While we were dancing, a tall black guy cut in on me. Before I knew it, they were dancing closely and he had his hands on her ass. After the dance, she left with him. I followed them to his car in the parking lot. Mandy looked around and didn’t see me watching. She took off her clothes and jumped in the back seat with her new date. The car began to rock back and forth for about ten minutes. I went back in to the dance hall. Mandy came in a few minutes later smiling and licking her lips. She told me she had made a new friend and was going to meet some friends of his and asked if I wouldn’t mind going home alone. She came back home the next morning. All she would say is that she had the fuck of a lifetime.

  It’s been one year now. Mandy still can’t seem to get enough sex. She’s started doing it in public at sex parties, or at least that’s what she tells me. Any man is fair game for her. She’s even started to do some of our daughter’s friends, almost always more than one at a time. Whenever I ask when will her affairs end, she says, “One day, honey, but not soon.”

  —L.H., Hartsville, South Carolina

  SOME INNOCENT KISSES LEAD TO A NOT-SO-INNOCENT NIGHT OF PASSION

  My name is Paula. My husband Wayne and I are avid bowlers. We are on a five-man team. Jimmy, Donna, and Gene are the other three. Gene is the only one who is single. He’s fifty-seven years old and weighs one hundred forty pounds. He only stands about five foot three, but is one helluva good bowler.

  Last season right after Christmas, Wayne got pulled off day work and put on the night shift. We had to hunt for a fifth man and found one. Our team has a special arrangement: If you get three strikes in a row you get a kiss. Naturally I mean that the guys kiss the girls and the girls kiss the guys.

  One night Gene was bowling real well and getting his kisses. A few times he gave me some tongue. It took me by surprise, but it felt real good. It had been a long time since I had gotten a kiss like that.

  After bowling, Gene and I went into the bowling alley bar and had a drink. Gene lifted his glass in greeting and said, “I hope I didn’t shake you up kissing you like that before.”

  I assured him that it didn’t bother me, and that in fact it felt good. Things went along about the same the rest of the month. Gene and I would have our after-game drink then I’d go home and play with myself. I wasn’t getting much loving from my husband at that point. His only day off was Sunday and he was usually too tired to fuck.

  As I was getting dressed, I realized it had been about three weeks since I’d had any cock. I thought to myself that if Gene gave me a tongue kiss that night I’d give him one in return.

  When I got ready to go to the alley, my car wouldn’t start. I called Donna but she and Jimmy had left already. I called Gene and he stopped by and drove me to the bowling alley. It turned out to be a great night. I sucked on Gene’s tongue more than once, as he did mine.

  When Gene dropped me off at home, I asked if he wanted to come up for a nightcap, and he accepted. I gave him a beer and made myself a nice strong cocktail. I told him to relax for a little while because I was going to take a quick shower. I put on a silk robe and told myself, “Tonight, I’m going to get fucked.”

  When Gene saw me he said, “God, Paula, you look good enough to eat.”

  I laughed and asked, “Where do you want to start?” as I sat down next to him on the couch.

  Gene said, “How about I start right here?” and put his hand on my tit. Before I could say anything his lips were on mine and he started tongue-fucking my mouth. He pulled the sash from around my robe and moved his hand from my tit to my pussy. Gene sure knew how to use his fingers and soon he had my pussy wet.

  I put my hand on his prick and felt it get stiff. I said, “Let’s go into the bedroom so we can get more comfortable.” I took off my robe and lay across the bed. Gene took off his boxer shorts and I got a good look at his cock. For a short guy, he was pretty well hung. He was only semi-hard and his prick was three inches longer than Wayne’s gets when he’s completely erect.

  I said to him. “Gene, you’re really big. I don’t know if I’ll be able to take all that.”

  He said, “Paula, honey, by the time I get done, you’ll be able to take it all.” He told me to lay down on the bed with my ass hanging over the edge and my feet planted flat on the floor. He lay on top of me and we started kissing. His cock was resting right on the crack of my pussy. After kissing for some time he started sucking on my nipples. My juices were flowing. I knew he could feel the wetness on his cock and balls. I moaned for Gene to take me. He licked down my belly. He knelt on the floor and spread my legs wide open. I felt his hot breath on my cunt before I felt his tongue. He licked up and down my crack, sucking on my clit when he found it. I moaned, “Don’t stop, make me come.”

  He said, “You’ve got a beautiful clit. It’s nice and big.” He started sucking on it in hard, short bursts, stopping only to swirl his tongue over it. As I started coming he put a finger in my hole and fucked me quickly. He never stopped sucking on my clit and I could feel my juices running down my ass crack.

  After he sucked me to a third orgasm, I said, “Jesus Christ, Gene, fuck me. I have to feel that big cock inside me.” Gene knelt down between my legs. He scooped some of my juices in his hand and coated his cock with them. He put the head of his big prick at my hole and said, “Relax, Paula. Don’t tighten up or I won’t be able to fuck you.” He put his hand around his cock and started easing it in my hole.

  I could feel my cunt stretching to accommodate his fat cockhead. I moaned a few times before I felt my cunt muscles relax. Half of his cock slid in me with one strong push. I wailed, “Oh my God, I can feel every inch of your cock in me.”

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nbsp; He said, “Get ready, because there’s still more to go.” He started fucking me and after a minute or so I could feel his balls smacking against my ass.

  I said, “Gene, your cock is hitting spots no one’s ever touched before!”

  He told me, “Paula, you’ve got one tight pussy.” In less than a minute I was coming again. God, I’d never been fucked like that before in my life. I was having one orgasm after another. It had to be about ten minutes before Gene told me he was getting ready to come. I could feel his cock swell up and felt the sperm spurting out of his piss hole. He kept fucking me hard. When I looked down at the base of his cock, I could see white, frothy fluids collecting on it.

  He finally stopped fucking me and pulled out, gasping, “Jesus, that was great!” My legs were still spread open. He put his finger in my cunt and I could feel our hot juices running between my lips and down my butt. I didn’t want Gene to leave but I knew that Wayne would be home soon and I needed some time to get things cleaned up. Gene said, “Anytime you need some loving, I’m here.”

  I took his hand and said, “I’m sure I’ll be seeing that big cock again.”

  —P.R., Akron, Ohio

  WHERE AN UNHAPPY MARRIAGE FAILS, A CLANDESTINE TRYST SUCCEEDS

  You tap softly on my motel room door as I finish drying myself from my shower. I hasten to let you in and our third rendezvous begins. Your light business suit and briefcase identify you as a lady of the world, a businesswoman, petite and slender with a 34-21-33 figure that won’t quit teasing me, although you never tease on purpose. Your body simply does it for you without fanfare or design! You completely look the part of what you are: a beautiful lady.