by Letters to Penthouse XI- Where Your Wildest Fantasies Come True (epub)
After the pizza was delivered we downed it quickly, and then sat and talked while Diane finished off the wine and I put down a couple of beers. Before we knew it, it was after midnight, so we called it a night, but not before Diane gave me a peck on the cheek and thanked me for a pleasant evening.
On Thursday night around eight, Diane called me from her car and said she was on her way back in and wondered if I was up for some Chinese takeout. I said sure, and half an hour later she came into my office and said that dinner was served in the conference room. As I followed her out there, I noticed that she still had on the black wraparound dress and high heels that she had worn during the business day. She looked great in them, too.
We had a terrific dinner and a bottle of wine. Diane kept saying how wonderful it had been the other evening to spend some time with a man who was interested in something more than sitting around watching TV and falling asleep, like her husband. She said she had enjoyed it so much that she had looked forward to doing it again tonight.
We made some more small talk, and after a while I said I had better get back to work. As I got up to leave Diane said I couldn't go yet, as I hadn't had dessert. When I asked what the dessert was, she stood up tall and opened her dress.
“Me!” she said.
Boy, do I love those wraparound-type dresses! One quick button, and here was my fantasy woman standing before me. I absolutely love a woman in sexy, silky lingerie, and I love small-breasted women. And here Diane stood in black silk panties, black thigh-high stockings and a bra that held a very nice set of small but very shapely breasts.
I wanted to pull those black panties right down her long legs to see if she was a real redhead. I stared at her until she asked if I was interested in the dessert. For an answer I just moved toward her, and then we were all over each other. As she tugged at my belt her dress hit the floor, and I played with her breasts through the silky material of her bra until she pleaded with me to suck them.
I unhooked the front clasp of the bra to reveal the most beautiful little tits, capped with nipples that stuck out almost an inch. I first learned to love small-breasted women back in college, when I discovered that what my slender girlfriend lacked in size she made up for in enthusiasm. Her nipples were so sensitive that I was able to make her come just by sucking on her tits.
I set out to do that now with Diane. I laid her down on the table and soon had her squirming with pleasure as I gave her tits a steady tongue-lashing. She was moaning and saying how incredible it felt, almost like I was sucking her clit. As I sucked one nipple I tweaked and fondled the other one, and soon set her off on her first orgasm. When she came down from her high she suggested we might be more comfortable on the couch in her office.
Once we were in her office Diane slowly and deliberately took my clothes off, kissing and licking whatever flesh was revealed in the process. The last article she removed was my briefs, and it sure felt good to have my woody released. I never thought of myself as being overly endowed, but my seven inches must have seemed huge compared with her husband, for she went at it like a woman possessed. Between licking and kissing it she kept saying how big I was, how she had never seen a cock so large and how she couldn't wait to feel it come.
It had been a while since my last sexual encounter, and with this gorgeous woman sucking me it wasn't long before I had that familiar feeling in my balls. When I let Diane know I was about to come she just sucked me in deeper, until I shot a load of hot come down her throat.
I thought I was in love—or was it lust? My wife rarely sucked me off, and coming in her mouth was definitely out of the question. Now here was a woman who eagerly swallowed my whole load and then went on sucking until she had brought me right back to attention.
When Diane had me good and hard again, she moaned that she wanted me to fuck her hot little pussy with my big cock. I laid her down on the couch and hooked my fingers in her soaking-wet panties, tugging them down to reveal another prize, a dripping pussy with a bush that was the same red color as the hair on her head. I stood back and took in the sight of this sexy creature lying there with nothing on except her stockings and heels as she rubbed her pussy and pleaded with me to fuck her.
But I had other ideas, and dove head-first for Diane's red-haired pussy. She tasted incredibly sweet and was literally dripping with pussy juice. But she really wanted to be fucked. She begged me, saying I could eat her later, but that she needed a cock in her pussy right now!
Well, who was I to deny this hot lady her pleasure? I slid up her body, and she grabbed my cock and inserted it into her pussy. It was definitely a tight fit, but she was so wet that I slid most of the way in with the first thrust. It wasn't long before I had my full length inside her, and Diane was moaning about how good it felt, how she had never been so filled up with cock, how it was touching parts of her that had never been touched before, and how she never wanted me to stop fucking her.
We fucked in every position imaginable for almost an hour—me on top, her on top, doggie-style, standing up—but my favorite was when she sat on my lap so I could suck her tits while she squirmed like crazy on my cock. She must have come five or six times in this position alone. As I sucked her tits I reached around and slid a finger up her tight asshole, which was slick from her dripping pussy.
This set her off on a mind-blowing orgasm, which took me over the edge too as I came for the second time that evening. As we were lying there catching our breath, Diane confessed that her husband had not paid any attention to her in months, so she had decided to take care of her needs on her own. She said she knew by the way I looked at her sometimes in the office, especially when she wore a sexy outfit, that I would be a willing partner.
She had originally planned to seduce me the other night, when we had the pizza, but she'd enjoyed the company and conversation so much that she'd let the time slip away till it was too late. She said that she had spent all day today in anticipation of the night's events, and even had to change panties when she went home to make dinner for her family, as they were soaked as a result of her thoughts about what she was going to do.
She also said that she had planned on this being just a one-night thing, but it had been so good that we might have to have a repeat performance sometime. All this talk was getting me hard again. When she saw this she grinned mischievously and told me that it had felt so great when I slid my finger in her ass that she wondered how my cock would feel in there. I didn't need a second hint!
I bent her over the couch and slid my cock into her pussy to lube it up a little. I then spread her ass cheeks apart and slowly slid my cock into her back door. It took some time, but when I had it all the way in, Diane went absolutely crazy. I was not sure where her orgasms started and ended, or if she was having one continuous one. But she was writhing so hard and her ass was so tight that it didn't take long before I shot another load deep inside her.
It was after midnight when we started to round up our scattered clothes. As Diane was slipping her bra on, I complimented her on her lingerie selection and told her of my fondness for such sexy underthings, adding that I loved it when a woman was color-coordinated. She said she was Victoria's Secret's best customer, and I might have a chance to see some of her other outfits if I was good. Before leaving she threw me her panties to remember the evening by. They were so soaked that she couldn't wear them home.
That was a couple of days ago. Tonight Diane headed home around five, but not before she stopped by my office in a great-looking dark-green dress. She said that if I was a good boy and waited for her to return, she might let me find out if she was color-coordinated again today.
I can hardly wait!—L.K., Cleveland, Ohio
HE WAS DOING THE DRIVING, BUT SHE DROVE HIM CRAZY BY STRIPPING IN THE CAR
I'd like to share this story with you as an illustration of how my wife and I try to keep our love life interesting and satisfying.
Last Friday night Lucille came home feeling frazzled from a hard day at her office. I a
nnounced happily that the kids were at her mother's for the night, so we could go out for dinner at our favorite romantic restaurant. She was wearing slacks, and I asked her to change into a skirt so I could have the pleasure of looking at and touching her legs during the evening. She grinned and said she felt better already.
When she had changed I complimented her on her appearance, and we were ready to go. At the restaurant we sat at a quiet little table in the back, and almost immediately started working on a nice bottle of wine. I kept refilling Lucille's glass. She usually gets pretty randy after drinking a few glasses of wine, and she did become more and more relaxed as the meal progressed.
Occasionally I dropped my hand under the tablecloth and stroked her silky nylon-covered knee. Moving up her leg, I was pleasantly surprised to find that she had replaced her workday pantyhose with sheer black thigh-high stockings.
When I asked if I should get the check, she replied, “I'm ready,” and gave me an unmistakable look of lust. As she slid into the car her skirt slid up her thighs, and when I got behind the wheel she leaned over and stuck her tongue in my mouth. I returned her kiss, and she ran her fingers up and down the front of my pants.
I started the car and pulled into the traffic, feeling that this was going to be one of those occasions where we drove each other to fever pitch. Lucille used both hands now to open my pants for full access to my rapidly expanding hard-on. Mumbling something about how big it was getting, she bent over and licked it from the base up to the head.
Keeping my left hand on the steering wheel and one eye on the road, I reached under her skirt with my right hand, fingering her thighs above the tops of her stockings, then sliding my fingers beneath the crotch of her panties and into her steamy tunnel. Now she was moaning softly as I stroked back and forth on her clit.
Still trying to concentrate on the traffic, I removed my hand after a few moments and reached up to lower the zipper and undo the button on her skirt. Taking my cue, she yanked the skirt down over her hips, along her legs and then off her feet. After rubbing her hard nipples through her blouse, I suggested she take that off as well. She did so but didn't stop there. At the same time she unhooked her bra and slid it off.
I stroked her fully displayed tits and tweaked the stiff nipples, causing her to tremble with desire. Finally she got rid of her blue silk panties, so that all of her charms were now fully visible. Now I was able to run my fingers over her silky-smooth stockings, her creamy white thighs, her juicy hot cunt and her rock-hard nipples, until she was begging me to take her home and lick her all over.
I pulled into our drive, and as I stuffed my cock in my pants, Lucille ran into the house, carrying the clothes she had removed. In our living room she motioned me onto the couch and came at me, wearing only her nylons and heels. Pulling frantically at my clothes, she climbed on my lap facing me and then impaled herself on my joystick.
After bouncing on me for a while, she climbed off and went down on her hands and knees on the floor, begging me to fuck her doggie-style. Sticking my throbbing prick into her twat from behind, I proceeded to screw my wife long and hard, working toward that magical moment when I shouted, “I'm coming!” At the same time Lucille reached her peak, yelling about how great it felt. We collapsed in a puddle of sweat and held on to each other until we came back down to earth.
Who says life with the same partner can't get even better as you go along?—D.W., Hammond, Indiana
A MISSED CONNECTION ON A BUSINESS TRIP LEADS TO A PLEASURE CONNECTION
My business trip started off badly. The traffic to the airport was heavy, and there were long lines at the check-in counters. Then when we boarded the plane, the pilot announced that there would be a slight delay because of mechanical problems.
Predictably, the slight delay turned into a long one, and by the time we reached Chicago I had missed the last connecting flight to Phoenix, my ultimate destination. As I approached the departure gate to speak to someone from the airline, I noticed an attractive woman dressed in a dark business outfit ahead of me. I heard her say that she too had been delayed and as a result had missed her connection.
We both asked if the airline would arrange for us to stay overnight, and soon we were in a shuttle bus on our way to a nearby hotel. We chatted quietly about our misfortune, and after we had finished checking in I asked if she would like to join me in the bar for a nightcap. She agreed, and said she'd meet me there shortly. When she appeared, she had changed into a thin dress that accentuated her full breasts and revealed her ample cleavage.
We sat next to each other in a booth, and as we sipped our drinks I learned that her name was Danielle and that she was in her late twenties, about the same age as me. She had been married soon after graduating from college, but her husband was too interested in his career to pay much attention to her. She said she had begun thinking about a divorce.
The lounge featured a small dance floor, with a hidden jukebox playing soft music. I asked Danielle if she'd like to dance.
“I would love to,” she said, adding, “My husband hates to dance.”
On the dance floor I took her in my arms and she pressed herself against me. Her cheek was next to mine, and I could feel her breasts pushing into my chest. Her perfume wafted over me with an aroma of spring flowers. I turned my head slightly to kiss her on the cheek, but she moved her head at the same time, and our lips met. Our tongues began to explore. But then the music stopped, and we silently returned to our booth.
After a moment I felt her hand on my thigh. I looked at her and she said, “Would you like to come up to my room for a while?”
I wasn't about to say no.
We held hands on the way to the elevator, and as soon as the doors closed I took her in my arms and kissed her passionately.
Her room was across the hall from mine, and once we were inside we kissed again. This time I caressed her back and buttocks.
I was feeling a bit sticky from the journey, so I said, “Do you mind if I take a minute to shower?”
“Go right ahead,” she replied.
I went into the bathroom, shed my clothes and stepped into the bathtub. As the warm water ran over my body, the shower curtain moved and Danielle stood there naked.
“Mind if I join you?” she asked, smiling as she stepped into the tub.
I grabbed the soap and began to lather her body, my hands caressing her breasts and my fingers playing with her nipples, which soon hardened and rose to greet me. She reached out, took my erect penis in her hand and began to fondle it. My heart was pounding, and I could tell from her breathing that she was enjoying the foreplay.
Then she knelt down, put my penis in her mouth and began sucking it, sending waves of erotic pleasure throughout my entire body. Within minutes I could feel pressure building up as her warm mouth moved up and down my quivering cock. Before I could reach a climax, though, she stopped, turned around and bent over, almost touching her toes.
It was clear that she was inviting me to enter her from behind, so I took hold of her waist and gently embedded my throbbing prick in her moist pussy. I began moving in and out of her, then gradually increased the pace, my balls slapping against her buttocks, until I couldn't hold back anymore, and I moaned with pleasure as a stream of hot semen filled her love channel.
As I slowly withdrew my moist and softening penis, she turned her face and placed her lips on mine, saying, “That was just an appetizer.” With that she stepped out of the shower and disappeared into the bedroom.
After I had dried myself off I entered the bedroom and found her lying on the bed, her eyes closed, with only a damp towel draped over her naked body. I lay down beside her, gently pulled the towel off and let it drop to the floor. I looked down at her exquisite nude body, her slender legs, her up-tilted pointed breasts, her flat belly and her curly-haired pussy. She smiled, opened her eyes, pulled my head toward hers and gave me a lingering kiss.
As our tongues met, my hands began to explore her body. Then I kissed her breasts
and let my tongue slowly glide down her stomach until it had reached her pouting pussy. She raised her hips from the bed and I slipped my hands under her quivering body. As I drove my tongue into her love channel, I could feel her clitoris stiffen and grow and her juices begin to flow. She thrashed about spasmodically, and I heard her gasp and moan as her hands ran wildly through my hair.
Then she raised her head from the pillow and her body stiffened as she achieved a prolonged climax, which brought her to the height of ecstasy. She lay panting for a short while, and then reached for my penis, which by now had become hard again.
Starting slowly, she gently stroked my throbbing cock, the fingers of her other hand tracing a path around and underneath my balls, which made my body tingle. She spread her legs wide and raised her knees, then directed my cock toward her waiting slit. I thrilled to the sensation as it eased between the outer lips of her pussy and entered the moist warmth of her welcoming tunnel.
As I began to fuck her with long, steady strokes, an electric tingle spread up and down my spine, and I marveled at the multiple sensations rippling through my body. I drove in deeper and deeper, until my prick was fully sheathed inside her and our pubic hair meshed together.
She jammed her hips against me, straining to cram every inch of my thrusting prick inside her eager cunt. My senses were now at a fever pitch, and I felt the first tremor of orgasm approaching. My body shuddered mightily and the two of us cried out in ecstasy as my hot jism spurted into her.
I lay beside her, panting hard, while she gently caressed me and nuzzled her face against mine. Then, with our arms around each other, we fell asleep, dreaming about further nights of passion yet to come.—F.M., Hagerstown, Maryland
