Letters to Penthouse XXIV

by Penthouse International

  With more blood flowing to my groin than my brain, I said, “I’m here for you.” Hearing that, she nudged me to the far end of the dance floor and kissed me. Her thick, full lips felt heavenly touching mine. How extraordinary might they feel on my cock? I wondered.

  “Shouldn’t we be doing this somewhere more private?” I’d asked Paula.

  After kissing me again, she said, “Don’t worry. Everything’s going to be just wonderful.”

  Two days later, she invited me to a baseball game that her husband backed out of at the last minute. “He’d rather work on his boat and drink beer with his buddies than go out with me,” she’d said. Sensing my apprehension, she’d added, “The tickets are non-refundable, so we may as well go.”

  No way was I going to turn down a free box seat! Thinking that her husband Joseph probably knew that his wife was taking me in his stead, I expected to see the game but nothing more and wasn’t entirely comfortable with that. Wonders never ceasing though, Paula insisted on paying for the food and even hand-fed me!

  The game didn’t end until after eleven, so the last thing I expected was a late-night stroll. As Joseph’s romantic surrogate, I’d gotten quite a few kisses from Paula and this time couldn’t help wondering if she’d blown Joseph before she left. Hopefully not, I thought.

  At Paula’s insistence, we stopped at a parking lot on the way home. “I want you so bad,” she admitted, “but I can’t cheat on my husband.” Was I nothing more than a kissing machine, devoid of balls that ache or hormones elevated to tortuous levels? Was I a fool on top of everything else? For the next two weeks I distanced myself from her, until David’s health took a turn for the worse. We drove together to visit him at the hospital every evening.

  Following our two weeks apart, Paula had been the one who’d instigated our next kiss. Our kissing sessions became a daily ritual, lasting no less than fifteen minutes prior to our leaving, then intermittently while we drove down I-95, followed by another ten minutes before leaving the parking garage.

  Ten days later came news of David’s stabilization and release from the hospital, spurring no small amount of playfulness on Paula’s behalf. One night I felt her tits brush my arm when we kissed. With only a few miles left to our drive she started sucking my fingers. “I hear I’m good at that,” she’d said.

  “Why are you waiting until now to tell me this?” my aching balls wanted to know. Not thinking about her husband, she continued sucking then pounced, smothering me with hot kisses once we’d reached our usual secret place.

  A few nights later she phoned to tell me she needed a neck massage but her husband had already left town. What a shame, I thought. Until then I didn’t know where she lived. The last thing I’d needed was for her neighbors to describe my car to her husband! We agreed to meet in a supermarket parking lot not a hundred yards from her townhouse, where she would pick me up.

  Once we got to her home, she gave me a deep, longing kiss. “You just lay down and make yourself comfortable,” she suggested.

  “What about your neck massage?” I’d asked.

  Giggling, she playfully nudged me onto the couch before sitting down on the floor next to me. “Are you comfortable?” she asked, taking up where she left off with my fingers the other night.

  “Yes,” I said, “but why do you like teasing me so much?” Rather than answer, she intensified her previous efforts, something I wouldn’t have thought possible. “If you keep doing that,” I warned, “I’m going to have to unfasten my pants!” Maybe that’s what she wants, I thought. After ignoring my other warnings, she giggled at the sound of my zipper being pulled down. “If you don’t stop doing that,” I again warned, “I’ll have to let it out . . .”

  Ignoring what I said, she continued licking and sucking my fingers. True to my word, I did what I said and in one swift motion she took my cock into her mouth. “Are you comfortable now?” she asked between slurps.

  “Life doesn’t get much better than this!” I admitted. Her lips felt great wrapped around my penis. I knew I’d be blasting her tonsils with my discharge before long. “And if you keep doing that,” I said, “I’ll make a mess on your couch.” Either that didn’t faze her or she didn’t hear me. In either case I repeated myself.

  “No, you’re not,” she said, “because once I find out how good it tastes, I’m going to swallow it all!” Her choice of words had pushed all the right buttons, and I came in her mouth. She’d kept her lips pursed at my cock’s tip, swallowing my come rather noisily. “Yummy!” she’d said, smacking her lips afterwards.

  I may have been well past eighteen, but her enthusiasm for giving oral sex kept me hard for the first time in years. I started tugging at her drawers, prepared to give her the fuck of her young life. “I can’t cheat on my husband,” she insisted.

  Eating isn’t cheating then? I asked myself. So that’s the deal? It’s okay to suck different cocks and swallow extramarital sperm, but no fucking unless it’s your husband? Not one to give up so easily, I fingered her instead, concentrating mostly on her neglected G-spot. In all she came at least four times that I could count. “Oh, I’ve never felt so good!” she’d hollered. “What are you doing to me?”

  By then it was midnight—time to get dressed and leave so she could get some sleep for work. Or so I’d thought. She’d followed me to her front door, naked. “I was hoping you might spend the night with me, since Joseph never seems to want to sleep with me anymore.”

  “But what if he comes home?” I managed to ask.

  “He’s long gone out of town.”

  Though perhaps a bit pudgier than I would have liked, Paula’s twenty-five-year-old body felt exceptionally smooth and tantalizing rubbing up against me. No doubt as a means of changing my mind, she pulled my face close to hers and kissed me. On her lips and tongue still lingered the bittersweet taste of semen, rekindling in my own mind what she’d so naughtily said earlier: Once she found out how yummy it tasted, she was going to swallow it all. Needless to say, my cock was hard as a nail.

  Sensing that I’d changed my mind and was ready to go upstairs with her, she took me by the hand. For no reason I could immediately figure out, I hesitated briefly after she’d taken it. “What are you looking at?” she asked.

  My eyes had inadvertently focused on her husband’s gun case on a nearby wall. “Nothing much. I was just wondering which gun Joseph will use to shoot me once he comes home and catches us together?”

  “But I told you, he’s out of town!” She gave me another hot French kiss and from that point on my cock took charge of my decision-making abilities. Again she grabbed hold of my hand, this time leading me upstairs, to her and Joseph’s bedroom, where we fell in a heap on their waterbed. Unfortunately, it was one of the older ones that would slosh forever at the slightest movement. In their only bedroom window I noticed an air conditioner, blocking the only escape route I had on the off chance her husband did come home.

  Since both of us liked sleeping on our left sides, she got behind me and lay down closer to the air conditioner. Thinking that she’d be getting up and going to work in just a few hours, I’d expected nothing more than an extended cuddle session in our sleep. Truthfully though, I’d been both too nervous and too excited to sleep. Not fifteen minutes later, she’d then leaned over and kissed me. “Do you really feel like sleeping?” she asked.

  “Yes, but I’m sure that some pussy would help change my mind,” I’d told her a little more honestly than either of us expected.

  As a surefire way of sidestepping the intercourse issue, she asked me point blank, “Would another blowjob help to change your mind?”

  There I was, in bed with another man’s wife who was perfectly willing to suck me dry for the second time in an hour. “That’ll work!” I’d said.

  She was a bit more creative that time around, going so far as giving my asshole a couple of swipes with her tongue after licking and sucking my balls. “How does that feel? Do you like that?”

  What a stupid qu
estion, I thought, though I made sure not to say as much. “It’s the next best thing to coming in your mouth,” I admitted.

  “Would you like to come in my mouth again?” she’d asked.

  “As long as I come in one of your holes I’ll be happy,” I’d hinted.

  “Get up here and fuck my face, so I can taste you again.”

  Using the fingers of her one hand to knead my balls, she’d gently slipped a finger in my asshole with the other, keeping perfect rhythm with my cock sliding in and out of her mouth. “Does that feel good?” she asked teasingly, between slurps.

  Indeed, I told her that it did. She located my prostate soon afterwards, and I quickly filled her mouth with both my semen and my soul—or so it seemed. “Yeah, that’s what I like!” she moaned, still sucking for more.

  While I’ve found that many women swallow, far too few seem aware of the prolonged ecstasy gentle but continued sucking after ejaculation gives men. In spite of her relatively young age, Paula seemed to know this and for that reason alone I wouldn’t have minded keeping her! “That’s it, baby, keep sucking it,” I instructed, my fingers already searching for her G-spot.

  To no small degree she seemed to have gotten off on having a strange cock in her mouth and tasting sperm bearing a new flavor and feeling different from her husband’s. Already she was close to riding the orgasmic highway, so it’d taken only the slightest of stimulations to her clitoris and G-spot from my experienced fingers to send her there. “Wow! What’s happening to me?” she’d hollered. “You’re turning me into a total slut!”

  After calming down, she crawled up next to me, wanting to cuddle. She’d remained quiet for a while as I held her, but I could tell that there was something on her mind. “Do you still want to make love to me?” she’d asked.

  I told her that I wanted to fuck her desperately but that I would need to rest a little first, seeing as how I’d already come twice. She playfully shoved her tongue between my lips, licking around my teeth and gums instead of kissing me.

  “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said, positioning herself over my semi-hard cock. I started to tell her I wasn’t ready to have sex again yet because I needed a bit of additional stimulation but I didn’t say a word, thinking that she might change her mind if I did.

  Strangely enough, her opinions concerning infidelity—the whole “eating isn’t cheating” debate—had begun to instill in me a similar feeling. She lowered her married pussy onto my cock and less than two minutes later I went limp as a dishrag. It seemed obvious to me that she’d been in this predicament before, probably with her redneck husband, trying to fuck a cock she’d already sucked the life out of. She went back to sucking mine in a way that seemed utterly routine. Again, she lowered her pussy onto my temporary erection only to feel it go limp. The second time she climbed off to blow me, I lifted my legs, offering her easier access to my spent balls.

  “Would you like me to eat your ass?” she asked, obviously taking the hint even better than I had hoped. Everyone knows my answer to that!

  As one might expect, her flickering tongue traveling up and down my sensitive ass-crack had proven all the encouragement I needed to fuck her, restoring life into my formerly limp cock in a big way. There was no further need for mouth-to-genital resuscitation at that point! With my raging testosterone now calling the shots, I rolled her over and took her from behind, rhythmically keeping time the best I could on top of her sloshing water bed. “I’m not on the Pill,” she warned about ten minutes into a go at doggie-style. “I’ve been off the Pill for over two years now, so I doubt that I can get pregnant.”

  If all you ever do is suck your husband dry in his lounge chair on the weekends, you probably won’t get pregnant, I wanted to say. Anyway, I was divorced with one teenage daughter already so I couldn’t see myself trying for a son—especially not this way. Thinking that nearly every sperm cell I had left was already down her throat, I’d continued fucking her, though at a vastly reduced pace. She’d sensed my apprehension.

  “Maybe Joseph’s the one who’s infertile and not me!” she said.

  “Wouldn’t that be something?” I said sarcastically, slowly fucking her sweet little pussy from behind. “You end up pregnant, but the baby belongs to someone other than your husband!”

  She wiggled her ass from side to side, pushing back and forcing me in her pussy until my balls slapped her vaginal lips. “You know, having your baby instead of Joseph’s wouldn’t be such a horrible thing.”

  Needless to say, her sentimentalism got the best of me and I ejaculated deep inside her, totally mindless of the possible outcome. Flattery will get you everywhere, I thought, even pushing a baby carriage. To this day, as far as I know she’s never gotten pregnant. She and Joseph are no longer married, either. Had it not been for the wrong woman answering my phone a few weeks later we might still be lovers too.

  —R.G., Ocean City, Delaware