Letters to Penthouse XVII

by Penthouse International

  When he stripped himself naked, I saw a long black penis that looked like a hammer handle. To my startled eyes it seemed to be a foot long. “For an older woman you get real wet,” Darren said. “This is going to be good. I want you to forget everything and just enjoy this black cock.”

  Wet or not, when he started to slide his pole into me it felt like one of Frank’s tractors was entering my vagina. Not that it didn’t feel good. I grabbed his arms and held on. “Go easy,” I groaned. “My god, you’re splitting me in two! Oooh!”

  “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy, Lucy baby. I’ll do anything to please this sweet, tight pussy. I’m going to make you forget everything.”

  My fears subsided, and I threw my head back and gave myself over to the unbelievable sensation. I felt on the verge of an orgasm as that big strong tool sliced further into my eager vagina. Darren propped pillows under my head so I could see his black cock sliding in and out of me. That was all it took. “I’m coming!” I yelled, as I went into convulsions, my orgasm rocking my body. Darren suckled at my breasts as he pumped me full of jism, and I sank my teeth into his strong black arm to stifle my screams of joy.

  “You liked that, didn’t you, Lucy?” Darren asked. “You’re addicted to black cock, baby. I want you again.”

  “I have to get going,” I said weakly. “I can’t believe I just broke my marriage vows with a black man. Hand me my bra, please.”

  “First, let me give you a shower, baby,” he said. “I want to soap that tall, lean body.”

  I didn’t really want to leave, and I made no protest as he led me to the shower. Soon we were under the warm water. My head was spinning, as much from my confused mental state as from my recent orgasm. My husband and sons were at home, and here I was naked in a shower with a black man! As if reading my mind, Darren said, “You’re terrific, Lucy! I just want you to forget your husband and boys for tonight and let this black man give you what you need.”

  His mouth was all over my breasts and vagina as he soaped me up, and before I knew it I was crying for him to make love to me again. Back in bed, he again put pillows under my head, and my mouth flew open as he entered me once more. “Oh god, screw me!” I yelled. “Fuck me in two!”

  For the next hour I was totally out of my mind with lust, as this virtual stranger fucked me into oblivion. When I finally felt his hot stream shooting into my body, I wrapped my long legs around him, bucking and twisting in another wild orgasm. We lay for a long time in total exhaustion before I finally dressed and kissed my black lover good-bye.

  As I drove slowly home, I was in a state of total disbelief and euphoria. Frank was snoring when I slipped into bed. As the days passed, whatever remained of my guilt was almost completely obliterated by my blissful memories. I still wanted to remain Frank’s wife, and yet I wanted to go on experiencing the pleasures I had found with Darren. But Darren would not always be around, which meant I would have to find another young black stud. Lucky for me, that bar south of town held ladies’ nights on a regular basis.—L.R., Topeka, Kansas

  WHEN HER HUSBAND STOOD HER UP SHE WORE HER SEXY OUTFIT FOR SOMEONE ELSE

  My husband Bill and I have been married for fifteen years. Now in our mid-thirties, we work out a lot and stay physically fit. Bill says I still look just as sexy as the day we met, and I must admit I still turn more than a few heads when we get dressed up and go out.

  During the first ten years of our marriage we developed a strong friendship with Jenny, a single mother of two boys who lived next door to us. We watched the boys grow up, and they often spent time at our house, helping me in the garden and doing yard work with Bill. Five years ago we moved out of state, but we always kept in contact with Jenny and the boys by phone, and we’d visit each other a couple times a year. Although Bill and I always had a really good sex life, we were unable to have any children of our own.

  After Jenny’s older son, Troy, graduated from high school, he attended a college only a couple of hours away from where we live. Two weekends a month Troy would come to stay with us at our house, and we soon developed a stronger bond than ever. I couldn’t help but notice what a fine young man Troy was developing into. He was very well-mannered, and was always eager to help with anything we needed done around the house.

  About a month ago, Bill went away on a business trip, and he and I planned a special night out for the two of us on Saturday, when he was due back. On that day Troy arrived as usual, and went to work mowing the lawn and weeding the flower beds. Bill called around noon, saying that as soon as his meeting was over he’d be on a flight home, and expected to be here about six o’clock. I went to the beauty shop to get my hair and nails done, then stopped by the mall and bought a very sexy miniskirt and a matching sheer top.

  Arriving home in the afternoon, I finished cleaning the house and took a long soak in the tub. I was looking forward to some great sex, since Bill had been gone all week.

  At about four o’clock, as I was putting the final touches on my makeup, the phone rang. It was Bill, explaining that there had been complications at the meeting, and that he wouldn’t be able to get away from there until late on Sunday. When I told him how much I’d been looking forward to our special evening all week, and how disappointed I was, he felt even worse about not being able to make it home. Then he said, “Why don’t you just go ahead and take Troy, since we have reservations at the restaurant and all?” I was really reluctant at first, but since I’d made all those preparations, and since I thought Troy could use a nice night out anyway, I agreed.

  When Troy came in the house I told him about the situation and asked if he would please accompany me to dinner. He happily accepted, and went in to take a shower, while I went to my room to get ready. At first I was going to wear one of my more conservative outfits, but then I decided what the hell, I might as well go as originally planned, even though Bill would not be there to appreciate it. I put on a push-up bra that really enhanced my D-cup breasts, a pair of pantyhose but no panties, and finally my new miniskirt and sheer top. I then put on a pair of heels and took a look at myself in the full-length mirror. “Damn you look hot!” I said to myself.

  When I walked back into the living room, Troy was sitting on the couch. He glanced over at me and I thought he would snap his neck when he did a double take. “You’re going out like that?” he asked.

  “Why?” I said innocently. “Don’t you like it?” I knew he did by the way he was blushing.

  So we went out to eat, and over dinner we had a long talk about what was going on in his life. He had applied himself so diligently to his studies, he confessed, that he didn’t have time for a girlfriend. Several times throughout the evening he complimented me on how fine I looked, and said that if he could find a girl at school that looked as good as I did, he’d be after her in a second. That seemed pretty obvious, because he couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off my breasts.

  When we left the restaurant, he opened the car door for me like a perfect gentleman, and as he walked around to his side I adjusted my skirt upward as far as I could without actually showing my crotch. On the trip home I noticed that he kept stealing glances at my legs, and an obvious bulge had developed in his pants.

  When we got home I asked him to put on some soft music while I fixed us a drink. I dimmed the lights as we sat on the sofa and talked. Then I asked him to dance with me, and that’s when I got to feel how hard his cock was as it pressed up against me. I was so hot that I couldn’t take any more of this teasing. I led him back to my bedroom and began to undress him. When he was down to just his boxer shorts, I sat him on the edge of the bed and seductively stripped in front of him. Once I was completely naked I pulled his boxers down to reveal a rock-hard penis at least seven inches long and sticking straight up. I pushed him back on the bed and climbed on top. I reached around and guided his shaft into my soaking wet pussy, and slowly eased down onto him. He was only slightly larger than Bill, but somehow that cock felt enormous inside me. I began to raise and lower mys
elf on his throbbing manhood, and within thirty seconds he shot off like a cannon inside me. He felt ashamed of himself for coming so quickly, and confessed that he’d never actually had intercourse before. I kissed him and told him not to worry, because I planned to teach him all he needed to know.

  For the remainder of the night and most of Sunday we explored each other’s body, fondling, kissing, sucking and fucking in every position. I taught him how to control himself and hold back, and by the time he had to leave to go back to school on Sunday afternoon he had become a great fuck.

  We have not had the opportunity to be alone together since then, but even if we never do, I know that one of these days Troy is going to make some girl very happy.—G.N., Eugene, Oregon

  WHEN A WIFE CHEATS ON HER CHEATING HUSBAND HE CAN ONLY CHEAT SOME MORE

  I began stepping out on my wife after four years of marriage. I felt that what she didn’t know would not hurt her, and I had no qualms about it.

  The first time was with Jennie, the live-in girlfriend of our next-door neighbor. Within a few weeks of her moving in, I sensed that she had an eye for me. When I was in the back yard she would come out in her two-piece swimsuit and set up a lawn chair close to the fence. We would talk, and the conversation often turned flirtatious. Then one Saturday morning she stopped me as I was on my way to the grocery store, and asked me to give her a hand unpacking a new stereo. I went in with her and started opening the box.

  While I was on my knees, pulling the machine from the box, I looked up to see that as I had been working she had removed her faded denims and her panties, and her frizzled bush was staring me in the face. My pants came down, and within minutes I was on top of her and inside her, screwing her on the living room floor. In no time I felt my semen spilling into her pussy.

  The deed was done in less than ten minutes. But the ice had been broken for me, and ever since I’ve kept my eye out for opportunities to score, and cashed in when I could. I’m now having an affair with the seventh woman I’ve bedded down since being married, and so far I have no regrets.

  If my wife Grace was wise to what I was up to, she never said anything. Then a few months back, I found out that she had been having an affair of her own.

  We were at a cocktail party thrown by Ralph and Patsy, who are good friends of ours. I was in the kitchen filling my plate with hors d’oeuvres when Patsy asked me to bring some more folding chairs up from the basement.

  I bounded downstairs. As I passed the laundry room, I saw something out of the corner of my eye that brought me to a halt. At the far end of the darkened hallway I saw my wife Grace standing with Ralph, near a door that I knew led to a small spare bedroom. Their faces were inches apart as they spoke in whispers. Ralph’s hand touched Grace’s face and began stroking her cheek. Then he pushed the door open. Grace went in and he followed her, closing the door behind them, and I heard the click of the lock.

  I never would have guessed that Grace would do this. But then, who was I to feel betrayed? What goes around comes around. I wondered if Grace had suspected my love affairs. But what did it matter? Don’t ask, don’t tell. However, I couldn’t help feeling a little jealous, and I decided that the way to deal with that was to make time with Ralph’s attractive wife Patsy.

  Patsy and I were at my house one day when Grace was at work. We had a few drinks and were getting friendlier by the minute. I opened a fresh chilled bottle of wine and refilled our glasses. “You know, Patsy,” I said boldly, “you are a remarkably beautiful woman.”

  “Thanks,” she said. “And you’re an exciting man to be with.”

  “I’m glad you think so,” I said. “Because I can’t stop fantasizing about making a pass at you.”

  “Well, I don’t see my husband or your wife standing in the corner watching us right now. Do you?”

  That was all the encouragement I needed. I sat next to her, allowing my fingertips to brush her knee, then vanish beneath her hemline to lightly caress her inner thigh. I began kissing her mouth while my hand rose further.

  A minute later I was leading her into the bedroom, where we hurriedly undressed. She climbed naked onto the bed and spread her body out for me, and I quickly joined her.

  “What’s your pleasure?” I asked.

  “How about a little 69 for a warm-up?” she said.

  I immediately swung into position. Her legs parted for me as I wedged my head between them, resting it on her inner thigh and allowing the rich aroma of her pussy to fill my nostrils. A moment later my lips and tongue were caressing her vulva and clitoris as my finger probed at her anus. At the same time, I felt her breath on my groin, and her mouth went to work on my penis and testicles. She nuzzled them gently with her teeth, then took my dick between her lips, sucking on my shaft as her tongue pressed it to the roof of her mouth.

  Before she could make me come that way, I turned around and mounted her in the missionary position. As I penetrated her vagina she cried out. Her tits were pressed into my chest. Her fingers clawed my shoulders. Our open mouths fused in a French kiss. Down below, our genitals were joined and pumping. We climaxed at about the same moment, and I felt nerve-tingling ripples of semen oozing out of me and into her womb.

  I don’t know if Patsy knew about her husband and my wife, but it didn’t matter. What we did was good. Maybe giving in to the call of the wild when it beckons is not the most important thing in life, but it’s pretty damned wonderful if you ask me.—J.L., Jackson, Mississippi

  THIS COUPLE PROVES THAT A FRIEND IN NEED IS A POTENTIAL SEX PARTNER

  When my wife Arlene and I have sex we usually talk about our fantasies. One of my favorites revolves around my wife’s friend Jeanette who’s always saying that her husband won’t have sex with her. She also tells my wife how much she loves to suck cock but always says that her husband won’t let her suck his. The other day they got into a fight because she wanted to fuck and he didn’t, so she stopped by to talk to my wife about what happened.

  We were sitting at the dining room table—they were talking and I was just reading the newspaper—when Jeanette turned and asked me if I thought there was anything wrong with her. I told her that from what I could see there wasn’t. She asked what I meant, so I said that I’ve never seen her naked but I found her very sexy. Frankly I think the problem is with her husband, not her.

  Jeanette agreed with me. “What kind of guy would turn down a girl who wants to suck him off?” she asked to no one in particular. “I just love to suck cock. I could do it for hours but he doesn’t even let me near his prick. Not for a second.” She started to sound really depressed. “I just don’t know what’s wrong. I guess I just don’t satisfy him anymore. Maybe I’m not even any good at sucking cock.” She looked like she was about to burst into tears.

  I told her I couldn’t imagine that someone who likes doing something so much wouldn’t be good at it—especially sucking cock. After asking my wife if I could be completely honest with the two of them, I told Jeanette that I’d fuck her without thinking twice about it and that there are probably plenty of people that would fuck her as well. I even added that I know at least one woman who’d want to sleep with her too.

  Jeanette answered, “I can’t get my husband to fuck me and you’re telling me that you know a girl who would want to do me? Yeah, right.” She finally asked, “So where’s this friend?”

  I looked at her and said, “Right next to you. I’m talking about Arlene!”

  Jeanette looked at Arlene, who said, “Don’t get mad, but it’s true. We talk about you a lot and I really do find you very attractive. You turn me on and we’ve both wanted you for a long time. We just didn’t want to lose you as a friend by telling you the truth.”

  Jeanette replied, “You two better watch it. I haven’t been laid in so long I might just call your bluff!” Then she pulled out her cell because she had to make a quick phone call.

  As it turned out, she called her husband to ask him if he’d fuck her if she came right home. We couldn’t hear
what he was saying but by the way she was talking he must have said something like, “Is fucking all you think about?” She told him she wouldn’t talk about it all the time if he would just fuck her once in a while. She then said if he didn’t want to fuck her, she’d find someone who would fuck her. He must have said something really rude, because she said, “Oh, you don’t think anyone would fuck me?”

  She covered the receiver and asked my wife if she could say that there was someone here that wanted to fuck her and that person was me. She asked me to go along with her and say, “Yes,” loud enough so her husband could hear. She told him she was sure there was someone who would like to have her suck his cock, and he just might fuck her afterward, too. I cleared my throat so she looked my way and pointed at me to say I wanted to fuck her. She asked her husband one last time if he’d fuck her and said, “You better decide now because I’m sitting right here looking at a cock I’d like to suck.”

  She then asked me if I’d fuck her after she sucked my cock, and I said yes. She told her husband, “I guess you were wrong, because this guy sitting right here wants me to suck him and fuck him.” She leaned over to my wife and asked, “Were you serious about wanting to fuck me?” When my wife told her we were dead serious about it, she told her husband that she had to go because she had a cock to suck, adding, “I’ll tell you about it when I get home.”

  I walked around to where Arlene and Jeanette were sitting and gave my wife a kiss. She grabbed my cock through my pants and asked Jeanette if she wanted to see it. Jeanette nodded her head and my wife unbuttoned my pants, pulled the zipper down, stuck her hand inside and pulled out my prick.

  “What do you think, Jean?” she asked. “Do you like what you see? Do you want to touch it?”

  Jeanette’s eyes grew wide, like she hadn’t seen a real cock in years. “Oh yes,” was all she could say before reaching over and stroking it. Pulling me closer, she asked my wife if she could take a little taste. Without waiting for an answer, she took me in her mouth and swallowed me down. She let me out of her mouth and told Arlene that my cock tasted real good.