Letters to Penthouse XXIV

by Penthouse International

  After a short time, I heard the bathroom door open and then the door to the spare bedroom close. Thinking she was done, I entered the bathroom, took off my robe and hung it up. Then the phone rang. Not thinking, I ran naked from the bathroom into my bedroom to answer the phone. It was a pretty short conversation and I hung up.

  Meantime, Stephanie had heard the bathroom door open, then my bedroom door open and close. She thought I was finished in the bathroom. Stark naked, I left my bedroom at the same time that she, also naked, exited the spare bedroom. We collided in the hallway, bumping our foreheads and seeing stars.

  We bounced back and both immediately began to laugh, holding our heads. “I’m so sorry, are you okay?” I asked.

  “Yeah, you?” she nodded.

  It took a few seconds for us to realize we were both standing there nude. I kept telling myself, “Don’t look down, don’t look down. Look away, look away!”

  I couldn’t help myself. We stood in deafening silence, smiling at each other, gloriously naked. My eyes wandered down her body as if they had a will all their own. As they reached her nipples, I noticed them hardening and elongating. I instantly began to harden and elongate myself.

  As my eyes reached her pussy, partially covered by a towel she had wrapped in her hands, my cock jumped to full attention. I quickly returned my eyes to her face and was delighted to see her baby blues focused on my cock. I looked back down at her pussy. Her hands opened and the towel dropped. As I looked at her face, she gazed into my eyes and smiled. In a soft and seductive voice she asked, “Are you embarrassed? Please don’t be. I’m not.”

  With that, she slowly reached out her hand toward mine, touching only my fingers. Her index finger then touched my palm. I reached out until we slowly entwined our fingers, then our hands. She reached down with the other hand to gently wrap it around my cock. We leaned into each other and kissed. It was the sexiest kiss, the most seductive, satisfying and erotic French kiss I had ever experienced.

  She slowly backed up, still holding my cock in her hand, led me into the spare bedroom and pulled me into bed. I whispered, “Should we be doing this?”

  “No,” she replied. “But we’re going to anyway. What Dean and Cora don’t know won’t hurt them. I’m never going to tell. Are you?”

  I shook my head. It had been years since I’d married Cora and five years since I had tasted pussy. My wife thought oral sex was dirty and would neither give nor receive it.

  I slowly kissed Stephanie’s neck and made my way to her beautiful tits. I lingered there for quite some time, licking and sucking, then traveled down to her belly button, lingered there, then on to her sweet pussy. I was so hot I ate Stephanie until she screamed in orgasm.

  Stephanie was not finished yet. Cora never engaged for more than one orgasm, a few fleeting minutes of joy. Stephanie wanted more! She pulled me up to her and kissed me passionately while grabbing my cock and directing it into her velvety smooth pussy. We fucked like barbarians. After screaming into another orgasm, Stephanie rolled over onto all fours and urged me to fuck her doggie-style.

  Again she used her soft touch to guide me into her cunt. After another screaming orgasm, we collapsed together. We hugged, kissed and held each other. Cora and I never had post-play. In fact, once Cora would come, I couldn’t wait to get rid of her so I could go into the spare bedroom and jack off while fantasizing about Stephanie. Now in Stephanie’s arms for real, we hugged and kissed, and I didn’t want to let her go.

  Suddenly she asked, “Why aren’t you and Cora happy?”

  “Who said we aren’t?” I asked in return.

  “Believe me, I know. If you were happy you wouldn’t be with me right now. If you were happy, we would never have had our dirty little flirting. You made love to me wildly and passionately, the sign of a man who hasn’t really made love to a woman in many years. I know these things. I speak from personal experience.”

  She went on to tell me that she and Dean had pretty much the same relationship that Cora and I had. She had had several affairs, and she knew that the initial guilt would be difficult for me to deal with, but the guilt would subside. She promised to help me through it all. She assured me that affairs kept her from having an emotional breakdown. According to Stephanie, affairs were godsends. In retrospect, she was absolutely correct.

  After a short while she said seductively, “How would you like it? What is it you would like to do to orgasm? I think I know.”

  She slowly slid down my chest, licking and kissing all the way down. Reaching my cock, she caressed it with her hands, kissed my balls, then began licking the shaft. At the head, she paused to lick a drop of pre-come, then slowly and lovingly opened her jaws, slid her mouth down over my erection and gave me the finest blowjob I had ever known. I announced my own orgasm with a scream.

  She slid my cock from her mouth and I shot a huge load up across my stomach and chest. Before my second shot, she had my cock poised between her lips to catch, lick and swallow the remaining load. I had never had a woman do that for me.

  She continued to suck until I went soft, then she put her hands into the come on my stomach and proceeded to massage my pearly jism into me. She then smeared her hands all over herself, so both of us could share in my release. Stephanie then leaned forward to lick the cream from my body, working her way to my mouth where she passionately kissed me.

  After lying together, talking, kissing and licking each other clean, she looked at the clock and said, “I’d better get going. I’ve already missed my first class.”

  “Do you want to shower again?” I asked.

  She smiled saying, “No, I want to be able to smell your sex on me all day.”

  As she stood in front of me at the end of the bed to get dressed, pulling her sweater over her beautiful tits, I sat at the edge of the bed and gently inserted a finger into her moist slit. She pulled her sweater back off and pushed me back onto the bed, straddled my cock and guided herself onto my shaft. “Can you come again so soon?” she asked.

  I replied, “Oh, I think I can.”

  “I want you to come inside me,” she said smiling.

  “Are you protected?”

  She laughed and replied, “Of course. I wouldn’t let you come in me if I weren’t.”

  After she reached another screaming orgasm, I let myself go and had a wailing orgasm of my own. When she dismounted, she proceeded to lick up all the juices from my prick.

  Stephanie and I had a wonderful affair that lasted nearly two years. When Dean was transferred to the West Coast, she made the tearful decision to go with him, to stay in her dreadful marriage. I wondered if I would ever be happy again. Stephanie and I were devastated. We had fallen deeply in love with each other, but for several stupid and irrational reasons, we both decided to remain in our unhappy marriages.

  I heard through some mutual friends recently that Dean and Stephanie had finally divorced. She moved back East but they weren’t sure where. They saw her shortly after her divorce and commented about how beautiful she still is. Not knowing we had been involved with one another, they didn’t get any more information about her for me. Since then, Cora and I also divorced.

  That brings me to my request. During those two beautiful years with Stephanie, after we made love we’d lie together and read Forum magazine, then act out the fantasies of others. I’m hoping that Stephanie still reads Forum. I further hope she reads this and, if she still feels for me the way I’ve always felt for her, she will contact me. My address and phone number remain the same. The area code has changed but she can get that from the operator.

  I still love you Stephanie, with all my heart and soul. I had several relationships since you, but all of them were meaningless, without emotion, without passion and without you. I know there will never be another Stephanie. I don’t want another. I want you. Stephanie my love, please come home. Please find me again.

  —C.A., Twin Falls, Idaho

  KING OF THE LOAD

  My wife and I love re
ading Forum and we can relate so much with several of the experiences your readers have shared over the years. We have often wished there was a like-minded group around with whom we could share these kinds of letters verbally, and then who knows what would happen after that?

  I would like to share a true story of what happened to me a few years ago. I lived in Michigan at the time and traveled all over the western two-thirds of the state. One particular stop on my route was a small town. The people I worked with there became very dear friends. Since the nearest motel was in another town about thirty miles from where they lived, they often invited me to spend the night with them.

  Chris was a fun-loving guy with a ready smile and a wild story to share at the drop of a hat. His wife Beth was beautiful and had a figure that one dreams about or sees only in magazines. She would always fix wonderful meals and was fun to be around. There was never a hint that she was interested in me in any way.

  One night I had stopped by and after a well-prepared meal, I planned to get back on the road to go to the town with the motel. Because of the lateness and predictions of a bad Michigan blizzard, they talked me into staying the night.

  Over coffee we talked about how soundly Chris slept at night and I had commented that I would probably awaken if a feather hit the floor. We bid each other good night and I headed for the spare bedroom. A light outside illuminated the room but I was so tired that it didn’t take long before I fell sound asleep.

  Around two in the morning I was awakened by a very quiet sound and opened my eyes. There beside my bed stood the most beautiful nude woman I had ever seen. Beth was even lovelier than I had ever imagined. Her tits were perfectly shaped and huge, her legs lovely, and her pussy lips were full and inviting, just the way I like them. Without a word she lay down beside me and took my rapidly growing cock into her eager mouth.

  I could not keep my hands off of her and touched every inch of her gorgeous body, kissing, sucking, licking and enjoying her. She stopped her sucking and then gently guided my face to her love-nest. My tongue went to work with excitement.

  I have been told I have the most talented tongue around, and fortunately it seemed to impress Beth. Soon her whole body was quaking with one powerful orgasm after another. While my tongue worked its magic, I gently squeezed her nipples and massaged her wonderful tits.

  Who knows how many times Beth erupted with pleasure, but soon she pulled me up to her and I could tell she wanted all eight and a half inches of my cock in her as deeply as possible.

  Soon we were fucking like there was no tomorrow. In beautiful harmony we feasted on each other, moved with one another and experienced each other as one. I could feel her building again and again to explosions, and soon felt her whole body tense and quake. I couldn’t hold out any longer and fired my boiling come deep inside her searing hot pussy. It was the most powerful climax I had ever experienced, and I felt like I had unleashed the largest load in the history of sex.

  We held each other tightly for some time and allowed our hands to gently caress one another freely. After a few minutes, Beth moved her pussy to my face and I eagerly drank our love juices, then cleaned her love-nest with my tongue. She began another buildup and soon reached a couple more beautiful climaxes. Finally, climbing off of me, she leaned down and kissed me deeply. Then she disappeared into the night. Not one word had been spoken during the entire time she was in my room.

  Soon I fell asleep and a few hours later it was time to get up. Chris and Beth greeted me in their usual friendly way and we enjoyed breakfast together. Beth never gave the slightest hint that anything at all had happened.

  After that, I often spent the night there, and each time Beth would come to visit in the wee hours. Each time our lovemaking sessions got more intense and exciting, but never was a word spoken or a hint made about it the next day. Unfortunately, Chris was transferred to California somewhere around San Diego, and I was transferred to the Gulf Coast. Though Chris and I have talked by telephone many times about business, I have never heard a word from Beth. Oh well. It was wonderful while it lasted and it made for great memories.

  —D.M., New Orleans, Louisiana

  SWEET, DIRTY LITTLE SLUT

  I am a thirty-seven-year-old woman with a pretty face and a lean but shapely figure. Men are always trying to put the moves on me. Maybe it’s because they sense I am highly sexual and horny nearly all the time.

  I love my husband, but because of my high sex drive and the constant attention I get from other men, I haven’t been able to stay faithful to him. I tried to be true to him and managed it for nearly two years by fantasizing about other men whenever I masturbated. Then, thoughts of other men began to enter my mind when we made love.

  I must admit, as guilty as I feel when I’m cheating, there’s also something very erotic about it. My first infidelity was worth waiting for. Jerry was very sweet and patient when he found out that I loved my husband and had never cheated before.

  I work with Jerry and have always found him to be very handsome. I knew he wanted me by the way he has come on to me in the past. One day, Jerry and I had to remain late at the office and I knew the inevitable would soon happen. We were alone in the building when Jerry started telling me that I was beautiful and that he always watched me. Then he took my hand and led me into the long conference room.

  He began whispering how sexy I was and explained that I would be far more desirable having experienced other men than just being faithful to my husband. I was so turned on by the idea of exploring my sexuality that I found myself responding to his kisses.

  Soon his hands were under my skirt and tugging at my panties. His gentle fingers began to stroke my clit and I came while still standing. Jerry felt my wetness between his slippery fingers and asked me to get undressed. It was wonderful to have a new man watch me get naked.

  I blushed a little when he caught me staring at his cock. It was a magnificent thing, beautiful and decorated beneath by a marvelous pair of hairy testicles. His penis was standing straight up. Knowing the effect my body was having on him made my pussy wet all over again.

  We stood facing each other and Jerry took a good long look at my body. His eyes roamed from my bushy mound to my rosy nipples. Then he reached out for my naked tits. He pushed his tongue into my mouth as he kneaded my breasts in his strong hands. I fondled his big cock with both hands, cupping his balls and stroking his shaft.

  His fingers explored my stiff nipples and my bare ass. He dragged his finger along my slick, wet slit and I knew I was ready for anything he wanted to give me. Jerry now moved me onto the leather sofa. As he lay on the cushions, I sank back onto his body, knowing my fantasy was coming true. He grasped my shoulders, then reached around to my breasts. He was ready to take me from behind.

  In one swift motion he slid that giant penis of his between my legs, taking possession of my cunt. His cock surged to the moist center of my pussy and I moaned out loud to let him know how good it felt. Jerry whispered in my ear what a tight pussy I had as he fucked me slowly and tenderly.

  It was more erotic than I’d ever dreamed, to have a new man deep into me. His fucking was different from my husband’s. His cock really stretched the tender muscles of my vagina. As Jerry pumped my silky pussy, I looked down between us at our coupling. My legs looked glamorous spread wide for him, straddling his hips. My cunt was totally open and available. His big, wet cock was thrusting in and out between my swollen lips, making me proud to get such thorough treatment from such a splendid instrument.

  Together, we enjoyed the sweet fragrance of my love-juice, which was drenching my thighs and ass as well as his cock and balls. I felt like a complete woman when he told me what a hot pink cunt I had, how good it felt and what a great fuck I was.

  I told Jerry he had a bigger tool than my husband and that he was a killer lover. This talk turned him on even more and he soon picked up his pace. Things became more serious and the only sounds were our heavy breathing and the smack, smack of his hips against my ass-c
heeks as he slammed into me.

  I remember thinking that I wouldn’t be the complete adulteress until this man had planted his seed in me. These thoughts lifted me toward my own climax. I began moaning like a veteran whore, just the way I do with my husband when he’s in me and I’m dreaming of fucking another man.

  Jerry thrust faster and faster, panting and grunting as he reached his climax. “You’re my sweet and dirty little slut,” he whispered playfully.

  I cried out, “Oh God, I feel you spurting in me!”

  When Jerry filled my cunt with his hot manhood I felt like the sexiest woman alive!

  That night, my husband could tell I was aroused, though he didn’t know why. He screwed me hard several times. My husband enjoyed himself so much that I didn’t feel guilty about what had happened with Jerry and me.

  Since then I have had affairs with five different men. My husband has known about the last two. When he first found out, he was jealous, but I’ve made it clear that he’s the only one I really love. He has come to accept that he has an adulterous wife, and now he is even proud of my adventures.

  —S.T., Dayton, Ohio

  HOW SHE MADE HER MARK

  A few months ago I was preparing for a short business trip with a few of my colleagues. In the cab on the way to the airport I looked down at my long tanned legs and ran a hand over my black skirt. I felt a twinge of excitement. Not only was I on my way to a new city, but I was also leaving my husband and two children for the first time.

  I was a little apprehensive at first, but the more I thought about it the more excited I became. I would be totally free for three days, leaving the responsibilities of motherhood far behind. Suddenly, I felt a warmth between my legs as the thought of being with another man crossed my mind.

  My colleagues and I arrived at our hotel around four o’clock and immediately began setting up our display for the next day. We had the rest of the evening free and gathered at the lounge. I couldn’t help but notice all the good-looking men around me.