by Letters to Penthouse XI- Where Your Wildest Fantasies Come True (epub)
Marilyn smiled and said softly, “I just hope you'll still say that after you hear the rest of the story.”
She began by talking about the incredibly sexy outfits. She'd bought them back in October when she made her first appointment. She'd gone to Victoria's Secret to find something sexy and naughty to wear. She got caught up in the mood and picked out things far more daring than she had ever worn or thought she would ever wear. Once home, she couldn't bring herself to wear them in front of a man taking pictures of her. She was too self-conscious to even wear them for me, and stuffed them in the back of a lingerie drawer. Then she canceled the first appointment.
When she got up the courage to reschedule, only to cancel the second appointment because of her period, she nearly did not reschedule. But she did, and by the time the day came, she was actually looking forward to it. As the time neared, she was in a very sexy mood. As she prepared to leave for the studio, she thought about the naughty nighties. She got them out, held them in front of her and looked in the mirror. Her panties became damp with her sexual arousal.
By the time Marilyn got to the studio some of her self-consciousness had returned, but Marty helped her relax. He poured her some wine and asked her to show him what outfits she had brought. She blushed and stammered when he saw the new ones. She made it clear she would not actually wear any of those for the shoot.
Marty, in professional fashion, merely shrugged and said, “That's a shame—I know Stu would love you in those.”
After another glass of wine Marilyn was relaxed enough to begin the shoot. The first session was straightforward. She wore a one-piece and a two-piece swimsuit, a couple of nightgowns and a short pleated skirt she would flip up to show her panties. After a bit she was really getting into it. By the time it was done, she was feeling sexy, carefree and pretty uninhibited.
As she sipped her fourth glass of wine, Marty asked if she wanted to try a few photos with the outfits left in her bag. He said he would put them in a separate album. She could give them to me if she liked, or keep them, or even throw them away. As with the other pictures, he would keep no negatives and she would have the only copies.
Light-headed and feeling very sexy, she replied, “Sure, why not?”
As Marty kept clicking away, Marilyn found herself getting very turned on. Soon she was showing her boobs, her butt, even her pussy. She did things she would never have expected. When she saw Lance watching her as she dipped her fingers in her pussy, she just gazed back at him and gave him a sexy smile. When that session was over, she felt giddy, naughty and very, very sexy.
Marty asked if she wanted to shoot one more series, with Lance. He said his assistant modeled part-time.
Marilyn looked at Lance's handsome face and virile physique, then giggled and said, “I can see why!”
Marty said the photos would simulate sex—no actual sex, of course! She was in a frame of mind to do just that.
“Sure!” she replied.
She put on the dress, with no panties or bra, while Lance put on his tux, with no underwear. When they began posing as dancers she felt what had to be an enormous erection pressed against her belly, which got her hotter than ever. When he put his mouth to her crotch, his tongue never touched her, but she felt his hot breath on her cunt and almost exploded. When she gripped his monstrous cock, she had to restrain herself from wrapping her mouth around it.
Then came the scene where he was standing and she was appended to his body. He adjusted his prick to where it would actually be below her pussy, cradled in the crack of her ass when she mashed her groin against his. By that time, though, her pussy was so hot that she reached down and pushed his cockhead against her pussy lips, then thrust her groin against his. The breath whooshed out of her lungs as all nine inches of his cock went up her cunt.
By then Lance was in desperate need too. He hunched at her as she worked her cunt up and down on his prick. Marty clicked away a mile a minute at the copulating couple before him. Lance walked her over to the bed and set her down on her back. Marty kept clicking, but by then they were totally oblivious to him. They were just plain fucking, a fast, furious, frantic fuck.
As Marilyn described it, I looked at the last photographs again. Beads of perspiration were visible on both of their bodies. The picture of the two of them climaxing was not fake. Marilyn said Marty caught her look of blissful climax just as Lance came. When she climaxed, she felt him pulse in her and her pussy flooded with hot wetness. Marty selected the best picture of them coming together and destroyed the rest.
The last picture, of her resting on top of Lance, was of them in afterglow. She said she slept for a few minutes on top of Lance. Then the men covered her and let her sleep for over an hour. When she woke up, they drove her home.
I was rock-hard hearing my wife tell the tale of her adulterous photo session. I looked at the pictures of Lance fucking her and wanted to make love to her. I realize many people may not understand, but her pictures, what she did—it all turns me on more than I can express.
Marilyn doesn't want anyone else to see the pictures, which I think is too bad because they are incredible! She said she didn't mind if I wrote and shared our story with Penthouse Letters, so I guess we'll all have to be satisfied with this much.—S.K., Raleigh, North Carolina
HER HUBBY'S PAL IS A HUNK, BUT SHE LIKES HIS GIRLFRIEND BETTER
My husband and I have been married for about three years. I never thought that I would have any secrets from him, or that I would ever have an experience that could end up in your magazine.
I am twenty-eight, and have worked pretty hard at keeping in shape. My breasts, while smaller than average, seem to fit my athletic body, and I've had no complaints. My husband is twenty-nine and also in great shape. Like most husbands, one of Brian's favorite fantasies is to see me with another woman. It comes up from time to time, and while I indulge him with talk in the heat of our passion, I really have no interest in being with another woman. At least that's what I always thought.
Brian's best friend, Walt, has been single forever, and has always had good luck with the ladies. I've often been a little jealous when they go out together, but I trust Brian, and I try to keep him so satisfied at home that he would have no need to look elsewhere.
Late last summer Walt invited us over for a barbecue. We barely knew his relatively new girlfriend, Renée. She was twenty-three, and as expected had a great body. She was also friendly, confident and a lot of fun. Through the evening we downed a couple of bottles of wine, and were feeling pretty good. We headed for the hot tub, nicely secluded in the corner of Walt's deck. Walt, of course, suggested that we all lose our suits, but I wasn't that drunk.
Once in the tub we continued to talk and laugh and drink, and before long Walt was kissing Renée's neck. She was having a hard time carrying on a conversation, and finally just gave up and gave Walt a long, hard kiss on the mouth. This amorous behavior and the wine were also having an effect on me. Soon Brian and I too were necking like teenagers. I was getting pretty hot, but I was still too modest to forget that there was another couple three feet away.
However, the sounds from Walt and Renée were becoming too interesting to ignore. Brian was kissing me and letting his hands roam, but I opened my eyes just a little to peek. I watched fascinated as Walt undid Renée's bikini top and let it fall. He then kissed his way down her neck and licked her nipples. Her breasts were larger than mine, and very firm, with nipples that pointed slightly upward. I could see why Walt was getting so excited, and I was surprised that it was having an effect on me.
The next thing I knew, Walt's swimsuit was beside the tub along with Renée's bikini bottom. He continued kissing down her body and gently lifted her and set her down on his lap, impaling her on his erection. As she slid down on him I imagined how it felt. Before long she was riding him for all he was worth, and between the two of them I thought they would wake the whole neighborhood. I continued watching, mesmerized. Suddenly Renée and I had eye contact, and I fro
ze.
Fortunately she was too far gone to care, and just smiled a satisfied smile. Brian, meanwhile, had gotten my top off while I was preoccupied with my voyeurism. He began massaging my hard nipples. He was not oblivious to what was going on, and tugged at my bathing-suit bottom. I didn't feel comfortable, right there in front of them, so I whispered that we should leave them alone to finish. We grabbed our towels and headed for the guest room.
Brian's towel did little to conceal his excitement, and once in the room we were all over each other. It didn't take long for both of us to reach crushing orgasms. We were way too drunk to go home, so we stayed the night, though we didn't get much sleep!
The next morning Walt and Brian acted macho, talking about football and not saying a word about the night before. Renée acted like it was no big deal.
After breakfast we were alone in the kitchen. She said, “I hope you didn't feel uncomfortable last night. I've never done that before, you know, in front of anyone, but somehow I must have felt comfortable with you guys. Plus Walt just knows how to get me going.”
I told her it was no big deal and that it wasn't like we thought they always did that. It just so happened that we were right there. She was great about it, and somehow it didn't seem all that weird.
Anyway, Brian and I had several great sessions over the next few weeks thinking about that experience. About three weeks later, Walt invited us over again, this time mostly for him and Brian to watch a fight on Pay-Per-View.
We arrived early and had a nice dinner. Again the wine flowed. After dinner, Walt checked the preliminary fights. As they were all running longer than expected, there was time to hit the hot tub.
I got up and said, “I'll go change.”
“Don't bother,” Renée said. “I mean, we're all adults, and after last month, I don't think we have any secrets.”
So it was agreed. I still hid behind my towel as I slid out of my clothes and into the hot tub. We were a little more nervous this time, so we broke out a bottle of champagne. Soon I was feeling no pain, and being naked in front of our friends didn't bother me in the least. Feeling frisky, I started kissing Brian on his neck. Then we were kissing again, and a peek at Walt and Renée showed them getting into it too.
There was noise from the TV in the house, and Walt said, “The fight is starting!” He turned to Renée and said, “This fight should only last a couple of rounds, so we'll be back soon.”
He gave her a quick kiss, climbed out and grabbed his towel, but not before I caught a glimpse of his semi-erect penis, much larger than any I had seen, and I felt a twitch between my legs.
My thoughts were interrupted by Brian's quick “Sorry, honey, I'll be back soon.” And he too was gone into the house to watch the stupid fight.
“Great,” Renée said. “This calls for a drink!” She grabbed the bottle near the hot tub and filled our glasses. Before long we were giggling. Then Renée was complaining about getting all turned on, then being put on hold so Walt could watch two men beat up on each other!
I made some comment that by the size of things it looked like he would be worth the wait, and she said, “So you noticed, huh?”
I said, “You guys make a great couple, with his build and your perfect body.”
God, I couldn't believe I was talking like that, but Renée said, “You really think I have a nice body?”
“Of course,” I said. “Look at you.”
She said, “Well, I think your body is great too, so strong, firm, smooth—”
As she talked, my eyes closed. I was floating in the warm water and the haze of the champagne and the compliments, when I felt her fingertips on my nipples, like bolts of lightning traveling the length of my body and creating an immediate warming between my legs. My eyes opened and I tried to say something, but at the sight of this beautiful woman drawing my breasts to her mouth, all that came out was a moan. My breath became short as her tongue replaced her fingers on my nipples. Her hands were on my rib cage, pushing my breasts up to meet her eager mouth.
I couldn't believe this was happening. As if in a dream, she lifted me to the edge of the hot tub and began moving down my body. There was a part of me saying, “What are you doing?” but it felt so good and I felt so comfortable that I just leaned back and let her do whatever she wanted. If I thought the lightning was intense when she first touched my nipples, it was nothing compared to the jolt I got when her tongue reached my clit. She felt so different from Brian, and took her time, hitting all the right places that only a woman can know.
I felt my body reacting. My heart was racing. The orgasm started deep within me, and when I came, it was the most satisfying wave, which I wanted to ride and ride. I stroked her hair as she continued to work her magic. Reaching an orgasm had only increased my excitement, and all I wanted to do was please this person. So I lifted her head and slid back down in the tub. We hugged, and I gave her a quick kiss on her lips.
Her lips were soft, so different from a man's, and had the taste of me on them. As I considered this, she kissed me hard and slipped her tongue in my mouth. Our nipples rubbed together, and as we broke our embrace, we looked down at our contrasting breasts. I slid down and licked her nipples. I do this to Brian sometimes, and while he enjoys it, this was completely different. Every time I licked and nibbled, I could imagine and almost feel it myself.
My hands slid down between her legs, and my fingers slid into another woman's pussy for the first time. The rush was incredible, and Renée too seemed to enjoy it. Her moaning and breathing increased. Suddenly I just had to lick her down there, so I lifted her to the edge of the hot tub as she had done with me and ran my tongue down into the closely shaved area around her clit. This really had an effect. She arched her back and pushed her hips into my face.
I continued to do all the things from memory that I love so much. I opened my eyes and looked up her body. Here was a beautiful woman with her arms back and her back arched, writhing with pleasure. I was overcome by her heaving chest and undulating hips. Her thighs tightened around my head, and she climaxed with the same moan I'd heard a few weeks earlier as Walt did his magic.
Renée slid back down into the tub. We were both panting and moaning as we came back down from that special plateau. As we caught our breath, the reality of what we had just done sank in, and we both felt awkward.
Renée said, “Hey, I'm sorry. I've never done that before. I mean it was great, but I've never, with, you know, a woman, and nobody can know, okay?”
I was so relieved, I gushed. “Yes, nobody can know! I can't believe I got that horny. It will be our secret!”
With our relief, the tension subsided and we had a good laugh. We were ready to get out when we heard shouting from the house, and out came Brian and Walt. As they approached, they dropped their towels and we both got a good look at their equipment.
Walt stood by the tub and said, “What have you guys been doing?”
Renée quickly replied, “Waiting patiently for our men! Now get in here!”
We were both still very horny, and the poor guys didn't know what hit them. My reservations of a few weeks earlier were long gone. I quickly straddled Brian and slid his length in me. He was startled by my aggressiveness but definitely wasn't complaining! I heard Walt and Renée doing the same. At one point I sneaked a peek and caught Renée's eye. She gave me a conspirator's smile and wink, and I knew our secret would be safe.
Walt and Renée broke up a couple of months later, so I probably won't see her again. I never told Brian about this experience because I know he would want me to do it again with him watching. That night the circumstances had been just right, and everything that happened was totally spontaneous. I still don't have any desire to be with another woman, if that makes any sense, and I certainly don't want a threesome or to share Brian with another woman. So I just keep that memory tucked away. Every once in a while, when Brian licks my pussy, I think of Renée and that night. The result is usually quick and pleasurable.—Name and address
withheld
WHEN THE HUSBAND'S AWAY, THE YOUNG STUDS WILL PLAY
I did something last week that is totally out of my character, and I still feel it hard to believe.
I am thirty-two, a very in-shape female. I've been married to my husband for fourteen years. Rick was my first and only love, and together we have had a great and exciting sex life. We've never been bashful with our feelings and because of that have always been totally satisfied with our lovemaking.
I work as a waitress at an upscale restaurant and most nights get home around midnight. Last week Rick was out of town on business, we were slow at work, and I was cut loose about half past nine. Being wide awake and not wanting to go home to an empty house, I asked Ryan and Chuck, two of my best busboys, if they wanted to come to my place to have a few beers and play some cards. They said sure, they would be there as soon as they cleaned up and closed their stations.
Both Ryan and Chuck have been to our house before to help my husband with yard work or use our pool, and Ryan house-sits for us on occasion when we leave town, so I felt comfortable with both guys. I had just changed into a tube top and shorts when they showed up. We grabbed beers and went to the living room for a game of cards. Ryan sat on the couch, and I was a little to his left on the floor between the couch and coffee table with Chuck across from me.
We had been drinking and playing for an hour or so when we got hysterical laughing about an older man who a week earlier came out of the rest room at work with his tie and shirttail hanging out of his zipper.
Ryan said, “Nothing hurts more than catching your foreskin in a zipper.”
And Chuck said to him, “If your prick was circumcised that wouldn't happen.”
Feeling pretty loose by now, I said that I had never seen an uncircumcised prick before. As a matter of fact my husband's was the only prick I'd ever seen except in a book or magazine.