Letters to Penthouse XXIV

by Penthouse International

  I laid a towel down, took her hand and eased her down. “What else did she say?” I asked as I spread her legs and began kissing my way up her thighs.

  “She said you like smooth skin, so I shaved my cunt for you.” I shoved my tongue into her cunt and was rewarded with a mouthful of her tangy juice. She was so hot it dribbled out of her pussy and pooled in her cute little anus, from which I eagerly licked it up. I then ran my tongue from her ass along her slit to her clit. I sucked her clit, then began a tongue swirl of my own. Her legs began quivering. As I inserted a finger in her ass and pussy at the same time, she came.

  Her whole body went into spasms as the orgasm washed over her. I could hardly keep my mouth on her pussy. As the spasms subsided, I moved my fingers in and out of her ass and pussy, still caressing her clit with my tongue. By then, my cock was rock-hard again. I turned her over on her knees and eased my cock into her warm, buttery slit. As I pumped her tight pussy, Katie moaned, “Oh God, you’re so big.”

  “You’re so tight!” I panted back.

  I controlled myself, keeping up a slow rhythm of deep thrusts, withdrawing until only her lips surrounded my knob, then plunging in so that my balls slapped her labia. When I leaned down, took her full, firm breasts in my hand and began squeezing her nipples, Katie said, “Oh, Tim, I’m going to come again! You’re making me come!”

  I straightened up as she started coming and, when I felt the flood of her juices wash over my cock, I once again slid a finger into her asshole. Katie moaned as I wiggled my finger. I couldn’t hold out much longer, so I began pumping her pussy hard and fast. At the last second, I pulled my cock out of her pussy and pressed my knob against her cute little asshole. My first spurt lubed the way. I shoved my hips and watched as my knob disappeared, spurting my sperm into her tight little ring. I made very short thrusts as I came and, after a moment, pulled my shriveled cock out of her ass. We both collapsed on the towel and put our arms around each other while we caught our breath.

  “Tell me how you and Denise came to this arrangement,” I said.

  Katie explained that my wife was worried that being apart for three weeks might tempt me to cheat on her (something I’d never done in the five years we’ve been together). Then she said, “I was the only one she could trust to please you without any complications. She also knew I was horny as hell, because I haven’t had a man since I broke up with Jack a year ago.” Katie blushed and went on. “So I agreed. It seemed like a perfect solution to both our problems.”

  I told Katie that I had married an amazing woman, whom I loved very much, and that I’d never been unfaithful. Then I took Katie’s hands, looked her in the eyes and said, “I think you’re amazing too. Promise me you’ll stay the whole weekend, and that you won’t wear anything the whole time you’re here.”

  “You got it,” she laughed. “I’m yours to do whatever you want with for the next two days.” I couldn’t believe my good fortune.

  We went inside, showered and then had dinner. Katie shooed me out of the kitchen while she cleaned up after the meal. I nursed a beer and watched her from the family room, marveling at her firm, full boobs (a nice change from Denise’s smaller ones), thinking how cute her butt looked when she stood on her toes to reach an upper shelf. I watched her smooth pussy lips as she walked in to join me, and motioned her to come sit on my lap.

  She straddled my knees, put her left arm around my neck and began masturbating my cock with her right hand while I sucked deep and hard on her left nipple. “God, you have a nice cock, Tim. I want it inside me. Please fuck me with your big cock,” she said.

  Then Katie stood up and I reached out and fingered her pussy. It was hot and very wet. I bent her over the arm of the chair and slipped my cock into her tight, wet cunt from behind, doggie-style. After a few deep strokes I pulled my glistening cock out and placed it against her anus.

  “Oh, yes,” Katie moaned, and pushed back against me, taking me into her ass. She grunted as I sank into her and, as I began to pump her tight ass, she moaned, “I feel so full. I think I’m going to come!” I picked up the pace, and before long was emptying my balls into her hot hole. “I can feel you spurting! I can feel every drop!” she shouted, and came in a series of moans and quivers that delighted and excited me.

  It was an incredible weekend. Katie and I had sex numerous times, and I was totally worn out when my wife got home. Telling Denise about Katie and me got her really turned on, and we had some pretty incredible sex ourselves. Katie is coming to see us next weekend. I think a threesome is a distinct possibility!

  —T.E., Boulder, Colorado

  ONE NIGHT OF HEAVEN

  Noah and I met at a convention that was held at a beach resort. The employees of the company where my husband worked had their convention each year at the same location. My husband Berk was the convention coordinator and it was the first time he had taken me with him. He was very attentive to all the people from his company, so attentive that he practically ignored me.

  Berk danced with the ladies from his office all night, leaving me sitting by myself for most of the time. There were several married men present without their spouses, including a man named Noah and his colleague Michael, both very handsome men. I decided to stop being gloomy and started to smile. It worked. These two men took turns dancing with me the rest of the night and it was great fun. I was strongly attracted to both of them and sensed they were attracted to me as well.

  After the party, several of us sat on the hotel’s patio and I felt a great urge to walk on the beach. Berk didn’t want to join me because he’d had too much to drink. So Noah, Michael and I stepped down onto the wet sand to walk and sometimes run along the surf as I held the tail of my long dress over my bare feet. It was absolutely exhilarating.

  The wind and salt air invigorated me, and I felt very free and relaxed. I thoroughly enjoyed the attention I was getting and I knew I needed it badly. I never got that kind of attention as a child since I had no father or other male influence. I kissed both Noah and Michael while we were some distance from the hotel but I don’t even think I realized at the time what I was looking for.

  About six months after the convention, Berk and I invited Noah and his wife Ida to a party. Again I danced with Noah and the attraction between us was even stronger. As we danced, we were very close and I could feel his partial erection rubbing against my groin. I was thrilled beyond imagination. There was another convention in about six months. Ida was about to have a hysterectomy but she expected to be able to attend the upcoming convention with the rest of us.

  Convention weekend finally arrived and when it was time to leave (I had taken Thursday and Friday off), Berk was going to have to work on Thursday when the convention started. Noah graciously offered to let me ride with him and his wife since there was a room reserved for my husband and myself. Berk would follow the next day with a friend. Ida was recovering from her surgery and not really feeling very well.

  I have often wondered if what was about to occur had been planned somewhere in the backs of our minds ever since our first meeting. I know that I had become bored with my marriage and was longing for something exciting, and Noah was exciting.

  Ida retired early that evening. Noah and I danced and talked until the lounge closed, then we sat at a poolside table and talked some more. The wonderful smell of the beach air and the presence of this handsome, attentive man stirred feelings in the deepest pit of my being. I told him I had undergone a hysterectomy too. I guess this was a veiled invitation to make love.

  Noah had gone without sex for several months and I told him even though I rarely had sex myself, I had never been unfaithful to my husband. However, now I was ready to. He said that he had had affairs and he would like to have another with me.

  We held hands as we walked down the hall to our rooms, which were next to each other. I was hoping he might just kiss me good night in front of my door. I suppose I knew what was coming, but as we walked toward my room, he took the key from my hand and
unlocked the door. I was startled when he stepped in and closed it behind us. I thought to myself, “What are you doing? If you don’t stop now, it will be too late!”

  But I didn’t stop, and we moved toward the bed. It was almost dark except for the dim light from the bathroom. We kissed and it was the most romantic moment I had experienced in a long time.

  I was wearing a red blouse and matching slacks with a white sweater. The sweater and slacks came off quickly. I slowly pushed my panties down and stepped out of them as he watched. I was fumbling with the buttons of my blouse as he undressed beside me. I think I had managed to unbutton the front of the blouse but was having trouble with the cuffs. It didn’t really matter because there was an eagerness and urgency driving both of us.

  He took me in his arms and kissed me warmly and gently. I don’t remember what happened with the blouse, but I was only partially undressed as he laid me down on the mattress, kissing me and murmuring about my being a wonderful lady. I opened up for him and when his penis thrust deep inside me I was filled with rapture! I truly felt like I had sprouted wings and gone to heaven. It was wonderful. I felt like I was spinning around somewhere in space and my whole body was engulfed with so much utter, sheer pleasure that it is indescribable. He pumped into me hard and fast, and we fucked hungrily for a short while before coming simultaneously to a wonderful, satisfying climax!

  I finally got rid of the blouse and my bra. We lay beside each other, naked under the covers and half-dozing for about thirty minutes. Then he turned to me and began kissing me again very gently while murmuring compliments, but there was no prolonged foreplay.

  Noah gently caressed my breasts and my body, but did not delay for very long. He quickly became hard and entered me again. My cunt was sopping wet and he went all the way in with the first thrust. Then he began fucking me with a slow rhythmical stroke, less urgent than before. He was clearly more interested in my pleasure than in his.

  The man was masterful and attentive. I don’t recall if I came more than once, but it seemed like I was having constant, wonderful orgasms, better than I could remember! We climaxed once more, he turned onto his back and we rested. He told me again what a wonderful lady I was and I loved his compliments.

  We slept in each other’s arms for perhaps an hour. I got up to go to the bathroom, wrapping my sweater about me. Having always been self-conscious about my body, I went to the closet, pulled out a long blue nightgown I had bought for this trip, slipped it over my head and got back into bed. There was soft, very romantic music playing on the late night television music station. I was feeling no regrets or fears about what had happened. I only remember being overwhelmingly happy and deeply satisfied, but hoping for more.

  An hour passed while I dozed. I opened my eyes to see this handsome man still beside me. I began stroking his chest and stomach, and gently kissing him as he slept. He stirred and I took his penis gently into my hand, caressing it until it began to swell again. He awakened and said I should wait until I was ready, but I was ready.

  Leaning over Noah, I kissed him until his penis was rock-hard. I straddled him and it was my turn to give him great pleasure. I guided his hard penis deep inside my wet throbbing pussy. It felt longer and harder than it had before because of my position astride him and I fucked Noah wildly until I felt him explode inside me. I was totally satisfied.

  We both realized it was time he went to his room next door where his wife slept. Ida had known him to stay up all night playing poker so that’s what she thought he’d been doing. It must have been at least four in the morning when he left me.

  I later awoke to the sunrise and went out to see the beauty of the beach at dawn. While I was sitting there, Noah came out. We said, “Good morning,” but our eyes said much more.

  Berk arrived later that day and the afternoon passed with the guys playing golf while the ladies sunned on the beach or shopped. I still could not believe what a night of pleasure I had experienced. I pretty much slept and dreamed the afternoon away.

  As usual there was a poolside party that night after the lounge closed. Also as usual, my husband had too much to drink and was asleep by ten or eleven o’clock. Noah’s wife also had gone to bed early. At one point, Noah told me he could borrow a room from a friend and we could repeat our tryst from the night before. However, after thinking about it, we realized it would be foolish. Neither of us would have been able to sustain a long-term affair with any good conscience and we certainly didn’t want to change our lives.

  Noah escorted me to my room and I felt a sadness that it was all over, but we both knew we would always cherish the memory.

  In the years since that night I have divorced Berk and remarried. Though my current husband and I have fucked thousands of times and our sex has been wonderful, nothing has equaled that one night of sex with Noah. Never before or since have I fucked three times in one evening. Each time I see or hear the ocean, even on television, this night comes back to me as if it were yesterday.

  —Name and address withheld

  LONG LOST LOVE

  At the end of this letter I am going to make a special plea. I would like to relate a story that happened almost twenty years ago when I was a graduate student preparing for medical school. My wife Cora was also a student at a local university. We lived comfortably, for I had purchased a very profitable business several years earlier at the ripe old age of nineteen, but I was ready to move on.

  We met and became best friends with Stephanie and her husband Dean, an executive sales rep for a large corporation. Dean was making tons of money and traveling extensively. They had an A-frame lake house and we lived in a small cottage near the medical school I attended.

  We all became best friends. We would double date, ski, vacation and dine with Stephanie and Dean regularly. We were all but inseparable.

  Cora was beautiful and had a great body, but she insisted on remaining a virgin until we were married. Even after we were married, Cora remained cold and never grew into much of a lover; in fact, she was horrible in bed. I made a point of having a very active sex life before we got married, enjoying most any woman who came along.

  So it’s no surprise that I became tired of our conventional and boring sex life. With Cora’s lack of sex drive, I found it much more pleasurable to jack off while fantasizing about other women. In fact, the once or twice a year that Cora would get horny, I would have to imagine her as some other woman in order to perform. I was miserable in my marriage, but for some reason I clung to it. Cora was happy and had no idea that I wanted out.

  Most of the time I fantasized about Stephanie. She was gorgeous, with the face of an angel and the body of a goddess. Her personality sparkled and her smile melted any man in his tracks. She and I had a special relationship. We were close and friendly. We touched—harmlessly of course—hand to knee while talking, hugged when greeting and tickled here and there.

  We had a dirty little flirting thing going on too. Once at a party at Dean and Stephanie’s, a small stack of pictures was on the end table. I scanned through them and found a picture of Stephanie holding a rubber cock with her mouth wide open. I laughed at the picture and discreetly flashed it at Stephanie. She blushed and laughed, holding her hand over her mouth. She snatched the picture from me and urgently whispered, “I trust you to keep this to yourself.”

  I smiled and replied, “I will. In my fantasies I’ll remember it vividly, but your secret is safe with me. Only . . . can you really open your mouth that wide?”

  She laughed and said, “Wouldn’t you like to find out!”

  I immediately replied, “Damn straight I would.”

  We both laughed. Then I asked, “Was that thing modeled after Dean?”

  Stephanie rolled her eyes and whispered, “If Dean was this big, I wouldn’t need the dildo!” Then she leaned in close to me and whispered in my ear, “I was thinking, you being Italian and all, that it probably resembles you.”

  Giving me a seductive smile, she winked, squeezed my knee
, stood up and walked away, several times turning to look at me while smiling very seductively.

  I fantasized about Stephanie constantly but never made a move on her. I was reluctant because: first, as terrible as I felt about my marriage, I did take a vow with Cora. Secondly, I had never touched another man’s wife, much less the wife of a friend; and last but not least, I feared my imagination was running away with me, that Stephanie thought of me as much less an object of desire than I felt about her.

  During one of Dean’s business trips, we were hit by one of the worst snowstorms in years. Cora saw Stephanie at school and invited her over after classes for dinner. While the afternoon wore on it became apparent that the roads were too bad for Stephanie to attempt driving herself home.

  Cora suggested that she stay with us until the storm subsided and it was agreed. However, Stephanie needed some materials she’d left at home for a class the next day. I had a four-wheel-drive Jeep and offered to take Stephanie to her place for her things and a change of clothes.

  The drive there was filled with laughter and a heightened sexual tension. I felt it and Stephanie told me later that she did too. As she ran into her room to change and pack, my head was spinning with the thought of that absolutely drop-dead beautiful woman naked on the other side of the wall. I could have jacked off in seconds right there and then.

  When she exited the bedroom she was just pulling a sweater over her head and bare breasts. I got to see everything perfectly. I could have died, I was so impressed and horny. Still, I was apprehensive, thinking it could all be in my imagination. The sexual tension on the drive back to my house was so thick you could have cut it with a knife.

  The next morning, Cora left for her first class at seven. Stephanie didn’t have to go until ten-thirty. From my bedroom, I heard the shower running and again slipped into a fantasy, imagining Stephanie’s goddess-like body covered with soap. She would be washing her beautiful tits and pussy, and I wanted to be in there with her.