Letters to Penthouse XXIV

by Penthouse International

  We made love for hours. He was affectionate, caring and still very fuckable.

  —A.D., Augusta, Georgia

  THE WATCHER

  When I first got married I was a very repressed, straight guy and when I learned that my wife Cora was having an affair with my friend Dick, I raised hell. I was angry. I was hurt. I wanted a divorce and revenge and to kill them both. But after a while I noticed that the world had not ended because Cora had fucked another man. She was still a dear, loving wife and Dick was still a good friend.

  Cora’s a physical person; she likes sex. It makes her happy. She loves me, but she likes a lot of sex. And I began to find the idea of her fucking another man very exciting. When she figured this out she began telling me about her affairs, real and imagined, while we made love. The stories never failed to make me as hard and hot as a bull. She continued her original affair with Lawrence. I started to spy on their lovemaking and then, desperately turned on, joined in. We had many happy evenings that began with her sitting in his lap in our big easy chair while I undressed her.

  Years later Cora had an affair with another friend, Peter. I never let him know that I knew what was going on. My wife and I often worked different shifts, and Peter would come over when he thought I was at the factory. He liked to fuck my wife in the kitchen, standing up. He would put Cora up on the counter, which, as he was a tall man, put her pussy at just the right height for him to enter her without any strain or effort. He would strip completely naked, but had Cora keep her dress on. Relaxed and slow, he would fuck for an amazing period, sometimes as long as two hours. Cora, of course, knew I was watching from the hall, and would put on a show for me at the start of their sessions. But she always got swept away by his slow, relentless rhythm, and I was fascinated by how he would fuck her into a delirious ecstasy. When he left I would take over, licking Cora’s swollen pussy and then putting my cock into her cunt, which was hot and slick with Peter’s come.

  I ended up having an affair with Peter myself, but I didn’t tell Cora. You might think that she was hardly in a position to complain about me having extramarital sex. However, my having an affair was different. I was excited that she had other lovers and happy that she was getting so much pleasure. But, while she might tolerate a little fucking around on my part, she was really possessive. And I think she would have been upset to learn I enjoyed sex with men.

  Over the years we’ve become, oddly enough, less and less interested in other lovers. But I still like to hear her talk about fucking other men. It always gets me hot and we have great sex.

  —J.J., Fair Play, South Carolina

  KEEPING THE BOSS HAPPY

  I think I’m a great wife, but some of your readers will think I’m a tramp and I’m sure few of them would have done what I did. I’m twenty-four and Steve, my husband of three years, is twenty-nine. Steve has been working for a small marketing company for two years, and because he’s the junior member of the management team he has to spend a lot of time on the road.

  Six months ago the owner of the company, Carter, invited us to a party at his home. Steve had told me stories about what a “dirty old man” Carter was, but since Steve was up for a promotion it was clear I should go out of my way to be nice to the boss.

  Carter, a barrel-chested black man in his late fifties, greeted us at the door. “It’s about time I met the little lady,” he said as he shamelessly appraised my figure, particularly my thirty-four-inch C-cupped boobs. Most of the guests were men in their forties and few had brought their wives along. It was not a group of people I had much in common with, or interest in, and I resigned myself to a dull evening.

  I was standing with Steve as he talked with some of his coworkers when I suddenly felt an arm around my waist.

  “They’re talking shop, so why don’t I show you around the place?” suggested Carter and, with a nod to Steve, he led me away from the group.

  Carter is a charming man, sure of himself and real easy to talk to. I was getting a little high on the drinks and enjoying his attention. A few times his hand slid up my side and touched the edge of one of my tits.

  He took me to the cabana by the pool. We had drinks and sat on the couch. Carter told me what a good job Steve was doing and that he was seriously thinking of promoting him. He spent a lot of time looking at my tits and at the hem of my dress, which had ridden up my thigh a little more than I would have let it if I was completely sober.

  “I try to help Steve as much as I can,” I said.

  Carter just smiled. Then his mouth came down on mine. Kissing me, he slid his hand up my dress to my pussy. He found I was wet, and there was nothing I could do to hide it. His other hand went up to the zipper of my dress, and soon he was licking and sucking on my nipples through my bra. I was really turned on. I could feel my juices flowing around his fingers as they pumped in my hole. His hand left my pussy, and I could feel my panties being pulled off. I stopped him. “Strip,” I told him peremptorily.

  He stood up and removed his clothes. My pussy throbbed when he lowered his pants. His cock had to be all of nine inches long and as big around as a baby’s arm. He dropped to his knees, pulled my ass to the edge of the couch and started feasting on my pussy. I lost it when his tongue found my clit and I began humping my cunt at his mouth. I was in ecstasy as he brought me to my first orgasm.

  He was still licking up my juices when I gasped, “God, let me suck your big cock.” He straddled my head and I took his big black cock in both hands and started licking up and down his shaft. He moaned as I took his cock into my mouth, and he buried his face in my pussy. Just as I began to come again, I felt his body stiffen.

  “I’m coming, here it comes,” he groaned as he pumped his come down my throat. I was coming too, and clamped my legs around his head.

  We rested for a few minutes before he said, “We’d better be getting back to the party.”

  When I got back, Steve was in a loud conversation with his colleagues. He was pretty drunk, so we left soon afterward. The following day he asked me if I enjoyed the party. I said, “Yes,” but didn’t say any more. A few weeks passed and there was no word about Steve’s promotion.

  Steve left town on business. One night, after I had already taken a shower and was preparing for bed, the doorbell rang. When I opened the door, there stood Carter. “Hi Sandy. I’ve been thinking about you,” he said. I knew what he’d been thinking about. I should have sent him away, but it had been a week since I’d had any sex, and thinking about his big cock made my pussy hot.

  After a glass of wine I decided not to wait for him to make a move. I put my hand on his bulging cock. We were soon naked in bed and he was again feasting on my pussy, his talented tongue bringing me to a powerful orgasm. His mouth never left my cunt as I had one orgasm after the other. It wasn’t enough. I needed fucking.

  “Oh God, fuck me. Let me feel that big cock in me,” I said. He knelt between my legs and rubbed the head of his cock up and down my slit till it was wet with my juices. I looked between my legs and watched as he put his cock at my entrance. I could feel my cunthole expand to the limit as the head entered me. I told him to go easy, that Steve was the only man who had ever fucked me. It was wonderful to watch his cock slowly fill me.

  “Oh God, it’s so big,” I moaned as he touched my cervix. After a few pumps he had all of his cock in me. It felt strange to be so full at first, but that changed to bliss as my cunt got used to the size. I had two more orgasms before Carter said, “Oh God! Now!” and drove his cock deep into me. He jerked convulsively as his warm come spurted. I put my legs tight around his ass and pulled him as deep inside me as I could. I looked between my legs and saw that his cock was coated with white bubbles of come as it went in and out of my hole.

  Steve got his promotion, and many of his coworkers wonder why he was picked. I guess I’m the only one who really knows the answer to that.

  —S.J., Birmingham, Alabama

  STOLEN NIGHTS

  There I sat, tired, hungry an
d lonely, on a mound of snow. The sun was shining and the rays warmed my cold cheeks. I was skiing alone because my husband had gone back to work and wouldn’t return until the weekend. That afternoon the sky was such a brilliant color of blue. The air was crisp and fine from the early snowfall that morning, and my lungs felt cleansed.

  I looked up from where I was sitting because I felt a sudden warmth come over my cold frame. A handsome man stood before me. I was momentarily snow-blind, but because of the bright sun behind him the man looked like an angel, standing in front of me with an aura of light all around him. I thought it might be my husband, but I knew that was impossible since he was six hundred miles away. Reality caught up with me and I looked down sadly at my feet.

  Then this mystery man crouched down in front of me, took me by the shoulders and pulled me to my feet. Now I knew I wasn’t dreaming. My heart started racing, my blood flashed hot through my body as I realized it was Julian.

  How could it be? I was skeptical, but I grabbed his kind face and felt it. Yes, it had to be Julian, my lost lover. I no longer felt tired or sad; I felt energized. I gave him a big bear hug and wouldn’t let go. Julian assured me it was really him, not a dream or mirage. I was ecstatic! I had a thousand questions for him: How did you get here? How did you know where I’d be? How did you know my husband had gone? He asked if we could go into the lodge to sit in front of the warm, crackling fireplace, have a nice cup of hot cocoa and talk. “Of course, anything you want,” I told him. I unsnapped my skis and he carried them for me—he was always such a gentleman.

  The lodge was empty, since there was still good skiing outside. We sat on a love seat right in front of the blazing fire. I could not tell if it was the fire warming me or if I was hot because Julian was near.

  He started to explain everything to me. He told me that he knew in his heart that my husband had to return to work, and that I was alone. He had already been here for a full day and night looking for me on the slopes. He told me that he had felt the loneliness in my heart so he had decided to fly up.

  There were only two days left before my husband returned. If they were the only two days we’d ever have together, that was enough for me. With this memory, I knew I could die a happy woman.

  Needless to say, after those hours in front of the fireplace I was finished skiing for this trip. We knew this might be the only time we’d have alone together, so we made the most of it. I took him to my room and I was so excited that I couldn’t even get the key into the keyhole. I fumbled around, and when he saw how I was trembling he took the key from me and eased the door open. We walked inside and I opened the curtains to the moonlit sky.

  We stood at the window, looking out over moon-bright snow, holding one another under the stars. There we were, finally, together again. It felt so good; I felt complete with him. Somehow I knew this must be a dream, but I didn’t care—it seemed very real at that moment.

  The room became very silent. I turned to look into his soft, gentle brown eyes. I wanted to cherish that moment forever. It was as if there was a magnetic force pulling us closer and closer until our lips caressed. His were warm and soft, and his warm, wet tongue soothed my stinging lips. I could have kissed him forever. When we were together it was as if we were alone in the world. I felt engulfed within him. He started to kiss my neck, going from one side to the other. I felt so weak I thought my knees would buckle beneath me.

  He started to undress me, slowly, one article of clothing at a time. The funny thing was that I felt warmer without anything on. Julian proceeded to kiss every inch of my body. He felt the weakness in my legs, so he picked me up and carried me over to the bed. His velvety lips and tongue caressed my warm, soft skin. He started to lick the soft crease under my breasts, where I am so sensitive—it was delightful. He made his way up my rounded breasts to my nipples, standing at attention like little pink soldiers.

  My lower body started to grind back and forth and up and down a bit. He went from breast to breast, giving each his total attention. Did he know that he made me come twice while he was doing that? He was still dressed, and it was killing me. I wanted to touch his skin and gently explore his back with my nails. He allowed me to remove his shirt to reveal his strong and beautiful body. When his hairy chest touched my smooth breasts I came again. He worked his way down my rib cage, licking and sucking my stomach and hips, working his way down from there. He licked the insides of my thighs long and slow. I kept squirming, trying to get his mouth over to my pussy. He knew he was driving me crazy, but he was determined to take it slow.

  I wrapped my legs around Julian’s neck and pulled him into my womanhood. He started to lap at my clit ever so slowly. I thought I’d faint. His tongue then pushed deep into my canal. It was so warm, and I was so wet and ready. After a while I just couldn’t take any more. I sat up and started to remove his pants. It was hard to pull them down since there was something very big in the way. I took them all the way off and threw them in a heap on the floor. I then turned around and planted my more-than-ready mouth on his dick. I was so horny by then that I was vigorously slurping and swirling my tongue all around his dick. I had my hand cupped over his balls while I licked and sucked the sensitive area between his balls and ass. He just loved my doing that. I moved back a bit more until my tongue penetrated his ass. I started to thrust my tongue in and out very quickly. He was moaning and breathing deeply by then.

  I moved my way forward to put his balls in my mouth, one at a time. I circled my tongue around them, making figure eights. He started to buck his hips with real force. I once again planted my mouth on his dick, swirled my tongue around the head of his penis, and then swallowed the whole thing. He was like a piston in my mouth, pushing faster and faster into my eager opening until he exploded. There was so much come that I could hardly swallow it all in one gulp. When I tasted that warm, sweet juice, it made me come as well. I came so hard that I thought my insides would fall out. I started to whimper from pure ecstasy and happiness. We cuddled close together and fell right to sleep.

  —R.R., Boulder, Colorado

  FULL-SERVICE FRIEND

  My wife was away on an extended business trip. After two weeks, she called to tell me that her best friend Katie was coming for the weekend, in order to tidy up the place and run some errands. She laughed and said, “I’ll bet you haven’t washed a single dish since I’ve been gone. Katie will take care of you till I get back.”

  “Sure thing, Hon,” I said, not minding in the least. Katie is the same age as my wife, Denise. The two of them were roommates in college and are closer than most sisters. Katie was always over at our place anyway, so having her spend the weekend was no hardship. Besides, she’s a total babe, and very easy on the eyes.

  I grabbed a beer and decided to take a swim. I was going to swim naked (our nearest neighbor is half a mile away, so we have total privacy), but since Katie was coming I put on a bathing suit. She came in as I was walking to the pool, her arms full of groceries.

  “Hi, Tim! Going for a swim? I’ll just put these away and join you.”

  “Grab us a couple of beers when you come,” I said. I dove in, swam a few lengths and then lay back in a lounge chair to get some sun. Katie came out with the beers, wearing my wife’s yellow bikini. I’ve always loved that bikini—it’s almost transparent when wet. Denise is very petite, and how Katie got into it I’ll never know, but it clung to her like a second skin. She stood in front of me and put her hair in a ponytail while I stared at her pussy, plainly outlined. She dove in, and I looked for something to hide my hard-on with. I have a pretty big cock and, when she got out of the water, I thought it would rip through my bathing suit. Her nipples were clearly visible through the wet material, as was her pussy. I could see she had a small patch of curls at the top, but her lips were smooth, just the way I like them.

  She looked at me staring, laughed and said, “This suit doesn’t hide very much, does it?” She reached behind her back as she continued, “It’s too small to be comfortabl
e and, since you can see through it anyway, I’m going to take it off.” I watched in a state of shock as she unhooked the top and freed those full, firm boobs capped with large, pink, fully erect nipples. She peeled the bottom down her gorgeous legs, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her pussy. I wanted to lick those smooth lips so badly!

  She stepped over to my lounge chair, straddled me and said, “Your suit doesn’t look very comfortable either.” She leaned over and undid the drawstring.

  “Katie, I—” I began.

  “Shhh,” she said as she pulled my suit off. “You’ve been without Denise for two weeks, and we agreed that I’d take care of you for the whole weekend.” She looked me in the eyes and ran her finger down the length of my cock. “You’ve been so great to me, Tim, letting me hang out here all the time, so now it’s time for me to thank you properly.” She leaned down, took my cock in her hand and licked the pre-come from my knob. She put my cock in her mouth and started to suck, gradually working her lips down the shaft until they met my pubic hair. No woman had ever been able to take my whole cock into her mouth before, and it was heavenly.

  Katie then began bobbing her head up and down, her tongue furiously swirling around my knob. I couldn’t take it. “Katie, I’m going to come,” I groaned, and her head bobbed faster and her tongue rapidly rubbed up and down on the underside of my knob. My orgasm was so intense I couldn’t believe it.

  I spurted into her sweet mouth what felt like a gallon of hot sperm. Katie had her lips locked on my knob and her tongue kept up the rubbing while I spurted again and again until my balls were totally drained. Katie sucked the last drop out of me and swallowed it all. She slid my cock out of her mouth, looked at me and said, “Denise told me I’d like sucking your cock, and she was right!”