Letters to Penthouse XXXIV

by Penthouse International

  My chance came a couple of months later—a Saturday when my husband was golfing, my older son was working, and the younger one was spending the weekend with his cousins.

  About nine in the morning I got a phone call from the shipping and receiving clerk of my company, who said a customer was coming by to pick up some paperwork to complete a job we did for them, but it was locked up in the office and he didn’t have a key. He’d called everyone else on the list of people who had access to the office, and I was his last hope. The customer wanted to pick it up in two hours. He wanted to know if that was possible.

  I said I’d be there in ten minutes, then threw on a pair of blue shorts and a white tank top. I didn’t bother with a bra. After all, I was hunting for some cock.

  When I got out of my car, Rafael the shipping clerk greeted me. He thanked me for helping out, and I noticed him noticing that I wasn’t wearing a bra. He’s 24 and nothing short of gorgeous. I’m not exaggerating when I say he’s better-looking than Oscar de la Hoya—about five-nine, 180 pounds, with short black hair, a thick mustache, and rugged facial features—a real stud.

  We went into the office and found the paperwork Rafael needed. He was looking me over, and I wondered if he’d ever fucked a five-foot-four, 100-pound Anglo babe with blonde hair and fine, voluptuous breasts. I knew that if he wanted to, he was going to get a chance.

  He thanked me again and was leaving the office when I said his name. He stopped, and as he looked back, I peeled off my top, exposing my firm boobs with their pert pink nipples. “Can’t you stay a little bit?” I said. “We’re the only ones here.”

  He looked dumbfounded, staring at me with his mouth open. I quickly removed my shorts and sandals. I was standing before him completely naked. He said, “Peggy, you’re a beautiful woman, but I have a serious relationship with a girl I love, and I can’t stay.”

  At that point I knew I wasn’t even close to being in his league. But one thing I’ve learned about men in 22 years of being sexually active is that even if they think a woman isn’t good enough to fuck, they’ll always let her suck their cock.

  I started toward him, saying, “I understand your feelings, but I just want to suck your cock.” I dropped on my knees in front of him and reached for his belt buckle. I undid his pants and pulled them down to his knees.

  I looked up at him and said, “Rafael, please!”

  I took his cock in one hand and cupped his balls with the other. I had never seen a package as impressive as this. It looked like a cock on steroids—every bit of eight inches long, and so thick that my hand wouldn’t come close to wrapping around it. It had big veins popping out all over, and the brown head was fatter than a plum. He already had a drop of precome oozing out the end.

  I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this! For a second I just took it all in. I felt my juices flowing down my legs. My nipples were so hard, they were on fire. My hand was burning from the hardness of Rafael’s cock. I was sweating, and couldn’t control my breathing. The smell of come radiated from his nut sac.

  Just then I realized that if I put this thing in my mouth, there would be no turning back. I had been faithful for 17 years of marriage, and I was seconds away from tasting another man’s cock.

  Rafael’s precome oozed to the point where it started to stretch its way toward the floor. Instinct took over, and I caught it with my tongue! It tasted mildly salty. I licked it off the tip of Rafael’s cock, then pressed the tip of my tongue into the slit at the end of it and lapped at his nectar. I couldn’t resist taking the head in my mouth and sucking slowly on it.

  He groaned and said, “Suck it, baby! Suck it good!”

  I took more of it in slowly until the massive head was bouncing off the back of my throat. I was milking Rafael’s big balls with my left hand and stroking the base of his cock with my right while taking as much of him in my mouth as I could. I sucked all up and down on that cannon. He tasted really good when I swallowed his oozing precome. I had never swallowed my husband’s come, but I couldn’t wait to swallow Rafael’s. I sucked his cock like it was the last one I was going to get in my life.

  His breathing got real heavy, and he grabbed the back of my head with one hand and moved the hair out of my face with the other. He was watching me work his tool, and I thought, If only Ron (my husband) could see me now!

  He said, “Make me come, Peggy! I want to watch you eat my come. Are you going to eat my come, baby?”

  I mumbled “uh-huh” out around his cock, which was stretching my face to the limit. He was using his strength to pull my face into his cock. The head really hammered my throat.

  “Oh, yeah, that’s it, baby!” Rafael cried out. “Get ready, I’m going to shoot.”

  I whimpered with anticipation as he bucked his hips and in one final lunge stiffened. He grunted loudly as he fired his first volley of come in my throat. I didn’t even have to swallow—he blew it right into my belly. His second spurt flooded the back of my throat. I tried to swallow it, but the third squirt followed too soon, and I coughed up come on his cock and balls and down my chin.

  I pulled my head back, and Rafael came right in my face. I closed my eyes, and his cock showed no signs of slowing down. It felt really good having his come all over my face. I dropped my head, and the last few spurts shot in my hair.

  When at last it was over, I looked up at Rafael with one open eye and said, “Sorry I couldn’t swallow it all, baby.”

  “It’s okay,” he said. “But I have to get back to work.”

  He zipped up and left me there on my knees, a come-covered mess. I got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought, If only Ron knew how much fun I just had getting treated like a total slut! If only he could see me now! I bet he never showered his little slut like Rafael just did me.

  It took me ten minutes to clean up all the come. My upper body was covered from head to navel. It was all over the office carpet, too. Once I was cleaned up and dressed, I went over to the shipping office.

  Rafael had a sheepish grin on his face. I said, “Do you feel relieved now?”

  He said, “Oh, yeah!”

  I asked if he could keep a secret, and he said, “You bet.” I said as long as he kept his mouth shut, I’d be his sex slave for life. I didn’t care how many women he fucked as long as I got mine. It would be when and how he wanted it, any time we could manage it. He said I was a cool chick and we’d hook up soon.

  That was two weeks ago, and since then we’ve been together six times. Rafael has fucked me in every orifice and come in my belly, pussy, and asshole. I’ve gotten the hang of swallowing come, and he has fed me a number of loads.

  I’m totally glad now that Ron fucked around on me. I couldn’t be happier!

  —P.L., Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

  After She Did the Men a Big Favor, They Found Ways to Pay Her Back

  With both my wife and I having major birthdays that week in August, we’d decided to take a getaway trip to Aspen to celebrate.

  As we waited to board our connecting flight in Denver, Leslie couldn’t help overhearing two early 40’s businessmen discussing problems with their flights. It seems they’d been delayed due to bad weather and missed their connecting flight, and so wouldn’t get to Aspen in time for a fancy TV awards shindig. (The affair was the next night, but they had to get there that night to register or something.)

  Since Leslie travels all the time, she knows shortcuts for rebooking flights. She asked the men if they would like help, and they said yes. She took their tickets, pulled out her cell phone, and with a few calls got them on our flight! They were amazed, and eagerly introduced themselves. One had an Australian accent—he was Jeff. The other one, the one with an old-fashioned southern drawl, was Will.

  We all boarded the plane for the quick flight to Aspen. As we picked up our bags at the other end, the guys continued to thank us. They were still waiting as we left to get our rental car.

  At our hotel, it turne
d out there had been a mix-up, and they didn’t have our room! The desk clerk was acting quite frantic to find us one when Jeff from Australia tapped my shoulder and asked if he could help. Their company had booked them a suite, which they’d be glad to share with us. We’d have a bedroom and bath to ourselves. We accepted gratefully and had our bags sent up. When we got to the suite, we were overwhelmed by how plush it was. Jeff and Will invited us to join them for dinner, which included a lot of wine and fun. Afterward, we strolled around the beautiful town. As we passed an elegant shop, my wife spotted an evening gown in the window that she simply loved. While we were discussing it, Jeff came up with an offer. If she would accompany him to his function the next night, he would buy the dress and everything she needed to wear with it. She had to do nothing in return—it would all be on his company. Leslie and I discussed it, and I said it was fine with me if she wanted to do it. So she accepted and went with Jeff into the shop, where they bought the dress and a few other things. After that, she and I retired to our room in the suite and discussed at length this unexpected turn of events.

  In the morning Jeff knocked on our door, then came in and told Leslie he could arrange spa treatments—hair, pedicure, anything she wanted to prepare for the evening. She accepted eagerly, and he arranged “the works” for her.

  Jeff, Will, and I went to the terrace lounge, which has a spectacular mountain view, and spent the day nursing drinks and chatting. (Being in the TV industry, they had lots of great stories, not to mention juicy gossip.) Will and I kept at it even after Jeff left to get a haircut.

  Eventually I returned to the suite and found Leslie there. Was I flabbergasted! She’d had her hair lightened and all her makeup done, and was standing in stiletto heels with a black bustier, black G-string and black stockings. The bustier had pushed her breasts up, so you could see her hard nipples, and tightened her waist to breathtaking proportions.

  On seeing me, she gave me a long hug and a deep French kiss and thanked me for allowing her to go out. I reminded her that I wanted a surprise when she got back. She smiled, lowered my zipper, and gave me the hottest blowjob I’d ever gotten from her. Then she got up, slipped her new gown on, and went to get Jeff.

  You could tell he was turned on as soon as he saw her. They left, and Will and I went off and explored the town some more. We had a great time, stopping periodically in lounges and pubs and bars for refreshment. I guess we’d been back in the suite about 45 minutes when Leslie and Jeff returned. They had enjoyed the affair. He had made the contacts he needed to, and they attended a really great party.

  Since it was three in the morning, I said I was going to bed. Will said he was, too. Leslie followed me into the bedroom, quickly took off her evening gown, came over to me, and kissed me big-time while taking my hand and putting it on her pussy. She was so wet and turned on, it was incredible.

  She asked if I’d be upset if she had sex with Jeff. I told her to go for it, but she would have to tell me all the details! She rubbed herself all over me, then said she would be back later.

  After she left, I went to the door and watched as she walked up to Jeff in her heels and wrapped her arms around him. Then she rubbed his crotch while he rubbed her ass and sucked on her now-exposed nipples. Then he stripped while she licked and sucked—first his nipples, then his cock. Finally she mounted his long, thin cock and rode it till they both climaxed.

  I went to bed and about half an hour later was awakened by Leslie bouncing on the bed and rubbing my cock. She was still in her stockings and heels, but her breasts were loose now, and bounced around as she moved. She quickly mounted me, and I felt how warm and juicy her pussy was.

  After about ten strokes, she hopped off me and told me to get up and fuck her ass. Since we haven’t had anal sex but maybe five times in our 25 years of marriage, I was shocked.

  I quickly got behind her and slowly worked my hard cock into her tight ass. While we fucked, I rubbed her clit and felt warm come dripping out of her pussy. She was one hot screwing machine! We screwed like that about fifteen minutes, until I let her know I was ready to come. She really got going rubbing her clit and managed to come with me. I thought that would be the end of it. Leslie got up and said she had to go tell her date good night. Then I heard moans from the living room! I went to the door and saw Jeff doing Leslie’s ass just as I did a few minutes before. I smiled and went to bed shaking my head.

  I awoke first in the morning and went to get breakfast. Heading back up to the suite, I ran into Leslie, headed out of the hotel “to pick up an item or two.” She had a swagger to her walk, and I saw her checking out other men’s crotches while they checked her out. I went with her, and was once again taken aback when she chose a really small string bikini and a new set of undergarments very much like what she wore the night before.

  When we returned to the suite, Will had just come out of the shower, with only a towel around his waist. Grinning, he asked When did he get his date with Leslie? I ducked into our room to make a couple of phone calls, and when I returned to the living room, my mind was blown by the sight of Leslie on her knees sucking Will’s cock while he rubbed her tits. She finished him off quickly, then told him he could have a date tonight if it was okay with me. I said okay.

  Leslie grabbed my arm and led me into the bedroom. She said she figured we might as well go crazy on this trip, but she would stop if I didn’t like it. I said to go for it. I was enjoying it, too. She told me to go entertain myself in the hotel or in town, because she had to get ready for her date.

  So Jeff, Will, and I took off to lounge-hop some more, with Jeff telling me what an incredible time he had with Leslie and making sure I was all right with it. Will, too, wanted to be sure things were okay. I said he better go rest, because Leslie has a high energy level and he would need it!

  On getting back to the suite, I found Leslie in our room, all made up again and in her new underwear and stockings, but with no G-string this time. She had had her pussy waxed. It was smooth as it could be. She strolled over to me, kissed me, and then brought my hand down to rub her shaved pussy.

  I nibbled my way quickly down to it and started licking her snatch. It was smooth and wet and downright delicious. Pulling my face as deep as she could into her pussy, she didn’t last five minutes. After she came, as I got up, I looked back and saw Will with a huge smile on his face and a huge hard-on in his pants.

  Leslie went into the bathroom and returned wearing a dress that left nothing to the imagination. Her nipples were all but exposed, and the slit went all the way to her hip. She and Will left.

  As I was deciding what to do, Jeff showed up and suggested we go out clubbing. We returned about one in the morning to find Leslie bouncing up and down on Will’s lap, with him yelling like he was in his death agonies. She’d given him the sucking of his life, and now was finishing him off with her pussy.

  As soon as she saw us, she grinned and asked if all we intended to do was watch. We stripped down really quickly and spent the next four hours sucking her and fucking her. Leslie and I slept most of the next day, and when we awoke, Will and Jeff were gone. We were disappointed that we didn’t get to say good-bye. Then a messenger arrived with a package. In it was another sexy dress, two cruise tickets, and a note that said they’d booked a stateroom. Hope we make our connection!

  —N.M., Oakland, California

  How She Combined Her Desire to Get Pregnant With Her Stripping Skills

  My wife was going crazy, and she was taking me with her! We had been trying to get Eva knocked up the entire four years we had been married. Finally a doctor had diagnosed me with a low sperm count. It didn’t exactly help that I’m in the merchant marine and ship out for a full month every other month.

  Eva insisted on using fertility drugs and freezing my semen for artificial insemination at the times when she was most likely to conceive. Sex as ordinary people know it had ceased to exist for us. What’s more, our bank account was really feeling the pain from it all.

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p; As months passed and everything we tried failed, Eva sank into a depression, and coming home to a crying wife was making me desperate. It was out of frustration and desperation that I hatched my idea—that Eva should sleep around during that month when I was at sea. Surely someone with a normal sperm count could get her pregnant, especially with her on fertility drugs. I just wanted my normal wife back!

  As I prepared to leave the next time, I assured Eva that I loved her and would accept any baby she gave me. She seemed to brighten but wasn’t ready to commit to sleeping around. She mentioned in passing that she might have to get a job to be able to continue the fertility treatments. We didn’t talk further, as time was short and all I really wanted then was an hour of normal sex before beginning my month of forced abstinence.

  Two weeks later, I heard from a private investigator I’d hired to keep an eye on Eva. (With her depression, I wanted someone to let me know if she was all right.) He reported that she was doing better and had gotten a job in a high-quality strip club. (She had been a stripper when I first knew her, but she quit when we got married.) Now I recalled her mentioning having to get a job. I guess I didn’t get how serious she was.

  I really didn’t mind. The detective said he was working on details, and I would hear from him again shortly.

  My last week at sea we got a mail drop that included a package from the detective. In it was a videotape. Late that night I snuck into the rec room, while most of the crew was asleep. As I put the tape in the VCR and pushed the “play” button, my heart was in my throat.

  On the tape was my nearly naked wife stripping onstage (with the name of the club visible on the wall). As I watched Eva earn tip after tip, I realized she had found the ideal spot to make a baby! If she took up my suggestion to sleep around, this was the place, since this club was frequented by doctors and lawyers. She could pick and choose the father of our child!