Letters to Penthouse XIV (12 page)
I smile down as you slowly open your legs and make room for me to mount you again. I move my knees over your legs and now I’m kneeling between them. We feast our eyes on both of our naked bodies and begin to merge them. I slide down to where my forearms lie on your upper thighs and my lips nearly touch your clit. I flick my tongue over your clit, then begin to suck it and lick it as softly as I can. You ask me to increase the pressure ever so slightly and I suck and lick your body for an incredible amount of time.
Soon you begin to gasp with the onset of another orgasm. I maintain a steady rhythm but increase the intensity with which I suck on your swollen, gorgeous love button. You stop writhing and settle down to enjoy the warm flood that is beginning to fill your pussy. I can feel my own climax rising slowly within my loins, then as yours fades out, I slip my sword to and fro in your sopping cunt and then come what seems to be a bucket of sperm.
We finish this tryst by lying side by side and sleeping until our wake-up call from the front desk. We then shower and get dressed quickly. You leave for home as though you were returning from a day of sales calls for your company. I kiss you a fond but reluctant farewell and we promise to call each other the next day.
I check out of the hotel and head home shortly after you have left, hoping that I don’t look too clean for having been on a job site as an engineer for a contractor all day, and thus raising the suspicions of my wife.
“Well, how did it go today, dear?” your husband asks innocently as you meet him coming into your apartment building.
“Just great! In fact it reminds me of the great day I had last Wednesday!” you reply.
I reach for the doorknob just as my wife pulls it open. “Well, how did it go today, dear?” she asks smiling at me.
“Perfect! Just like last Wednesday. Not a piece of our equipment failed to perform, so I had no repairs to do!”
It was an honest answer! I can hardly wait until our rendezvous next Wednesday.—
H.T., Santa Fe, New Mexico
A DISSATISFIED WOMAN FINDS PLEASURE IN SECRET LIFE AS A SLUT
For the past six months, I’ve been leading a double life. To my family and friends I’m merely a wife, mother and part-time interior decorator. I have two children in high school and a husband who has been my faithful companion for more than twenty years. I have a nice house in the Southern California suburbs and am lucky enough to have a close circle of friends and neighbors. We belong to a mainstream church, and I participate in various charitable activities for a number of causes. That’s been my life until last summer, when I began to feel very restless. Things were too normal and content.
Through exercise and some modest dieting, I had taken off ten pounds. One day when I looked at myself naked in the mirror, I realized that I still had a good body. My husband told me as much over the past few months, but as is often the case when someone close gives you a compliment, it didn’t sink in. As I was checking out my body, I began to feel my breasts and was soon masturbating. After I had finished coming, it occurred to me that I really could use a few more summer outfits that might better show off my new figure. Because I was feeling so jazzed about myself, I wound up buying a number of very revealing outfits—a couple of skimpy sundresses, some halter tops, a few short skirts, and a low-cut, white party dress. I also got some sexy underwear. The salesperson at the store had been very helpful and confirmed that I really had toned my body. She measured me at 36C-25-35, which is almost the same as when I got married. I wasn’t sure how my husband would like my new wardrobe, though, so I decided not to show it to him.
The next day I found myself masturbating again after my shower—not just once, but twice—but I still felt horny afterwards. It was then that I decided to call in to one of those casual sex lines that advertise in the free weekly newspapers. Before I knew it, I was talking to a man arranging to meet him at his hotel bar in Burbank a few hours later. Since it was a warm summer day, I wore one of my new sundresses, thong undies, sandals and no bra.
When I arrived at the hotel bar, the man on the telephone was already there, sitting at a table with a single red rose he told me he’d be carrying so I could identify him. As I walked toward him, he got a big smile on his face. He was certainly good-looking, appeared to be fairly trim, was dressed well but casually and appeared to be in his thirties, a few years younger than me.
He said he was in town on business but his meetings had fallen through. He had a good sense of humor. After two glasses of wine, I was feeling pretty relaxed. He then suggested that we go up to his room. I nodded and took his arm, rubbing my breast against it as we left the bar.
I couldn’t believe how incredibly excited I was feeling. I was so horny that I initiated our first kiss the second we got inside his room. Acting as though I was an experienced hooker, I began to undress him by unbuttoning his shirt. He didn’t resist my advances. His cock was already erect, and it was a real beauty: thick, circumcised and about seven inches long. Although I rarely give my husband head, I couldn’t resist with this guy. I immediately began to lick his cock up and down. I was able to get it in my mouth and relax my throat enough to take him all the way. He was moaning with delight, and I surprised myself by how good I felt blowing him.
Before he came, I stopped and told him it was my turn to be eaten. He smiled at me and began kissing me all over, tonguing my clitoris while he slid his finger into my cunt. I was really getting wet. We moved to the bed, where I draped my legs over his shoulders so he could stick his cock as deep inside me as possible. I wanted him to penetrate me to the fullest. At first he moved slowly in and out. I began to twitch my vaginal muscles, grasping his cock hoping he would fuck me faster. We must have done this for about twenty minutes before he shot his load. I came almost immediately thereafter. I spent another hour with him, and we fucked and sucked each other until we both had come again.
That was the start of my new other life. Each week I arrange to meet a different lover whom I usually contact through some sex chat line. A few times I’ve just dressed in a sexy way and have gone to a hotel bar where there is likely to be a horny tourist or businessman. The sex has been unbelievable. Although I am feeling a bit guilty about my liaisons, I have said nothing to my husband about them, nor do my children have any reason to suspect that their mother has become a total slut.—
P.M., Los Angeles, California
INFIDELITY PROVIDES THE PERFECT ESCAPE FROM AN IMPERFECT MARRIAGE
We rendezvous at the motel on the agreed upon date and time. I have already gotten the room and wait for you there. You slip in unnoticed, as usual. We are at least twenty miles from your home and sixty from mine. Meeting someone we know on the short walk from the car to the motel room door would be such a remote chance we don’t even consider it. Then you are in my arms.
I push the door closed and it locks securely with the “Do Not Disturb” sign hanging on the outside knob. After several lingering kisses and the usual banter about heavy traffic or road construction, I begin by helping you out of your coat. Then we both shed our clothing and underwear. Soon enough we are both naked. More lingering kisses and soft, light caresses follow and we press our naked bodies together. Foreplay starts here—or maybe it actually started the moment you entered the motel room door.
I kiss and nibble up and down your gorgeous body as you lie on your back across the king-size bed. Your nipples stand at attention even before I begin to kiss them. The areolae stretch and pucker at my touch, the soft brown skin crinkling and contracting the way I love it. You moan and reach out to run your fingers through my hair and gently bring my face down and press it to your moist mound. I shudder in ecstasy as I feel your loins tighten in anticipation, as the quivers of your first of many clitoral climaxes begin. My tongue finds the tip of your newly released clitoris.
Since we rekindled an old affair several weeks ago, you and I have found intimacy and coital ecstasies, to say nothing of wondrous foreplay, that abounds only in the throes of one percent of all the sexual relationships in this world.
Your husband has given you two beautiful children but has never brought you to climax (or even close to one). He is a boorish, self-involved lover who thinks only of his own satisfaction. I am quite a bit older than you are and my wife has used the excuse that I’m “too big” for her vagina and that intercourse hurts. All of a sudden our lovemaking leaves her in pain? Come on! Spare me, please!
This is sometimes a common complaint among some older women, but a lot of them fake it to avoid the unwanted marital encounters and embrace the extramarital ones they yearned for but mistakenly abstained from in their wilder, younger days.
Needless to say there are remedies from their OB/GYN for those women with a genuine problem. But in reality there is nothing short of a miracle that will return the woman who fakes interest in sex to the arms of a loving husband.
You tell me again that the usual sexual episode with your husband lasts a lot less than ten minutes and is similar to the intercourse of rabbits. “Wham, bam, thank you ma’am!” is the way you describe your sex with him. Soon it’s all over and you are left woefully unfulfilled, aching inside for some sort of release!
Sex is non-existent for me with my wife, but it is unbelievably, wondrously exciting with you.
We continue our foreplay often taking turns giving each other pleasure. After climaxing together you tell me that I am an artist at foreplay, often taking as much as two hours to complete our sexual union. When you have reached enough climaxes to nearly pass out from ecstasy, I join you in one of your spasms and we come down joyously together. We rouse some time later and do it all over again.
I could describe all this in much more vivid detail, but I’d lose sight of my point, which is that not all marriages are made in heaven. Far too many of us suffer through relationships that are plain hell for us, sexually! On the other hand, of course, there are an infinite number of reasons for maintaining a non-sexual, marital relationship such as I have with my wife and you have with your husband, while at the same time enjoying “forbidden fruit”!
Should it be called forbidden or just the natural release of emotion that often—if not released—destroys the best of otherwise “nice” people? I call it required love. It is a welcome release for both of us.
My wife is the belle of the ball! At a party we attended recently at our country club, she kissed more men, briefly but passionately on the lips, than she has kissed me in the last three months! This woman falls clearly in the “faking it” category! By the time the party was over, her little clit needed a life preserver to swim in the spring-fed atmosphere of her quim! I know her and I know she was soaking wet in her nether regions! She’s one step away from a rip-roaring extramarital affair of her own, and guess what? I couldn’t be more pleased for her! I hope she’s involved in one such affair right now!
Then we will truly have an open marriage and both of us will be a lot happier! It sure isn’t working for either of us as it is now! Sadly, though, this need not be the case! Sex therapy counseling could do wonders for her and for your husband, my dearest love! I would hate to lose you but we both know the only way we could part is if your husband could define and employ foreplay into his sexual vocabulary with you, and my wife could rebuild the great love we once shared.
Also, sadly, I know your relationship with your husband is more likely to return to a satisfactory state than is mine. Your husband is trainable! My wife, on the other hand, must play out the hand life has dealt her and grow tired of the “Wham, bam, thank you, ma’am!” style of lovemaking and find our kind of mutual pleasure, before she can ever be truly satisfied.
Foreplay is a key ingredient in a happy sexual union. Alas, I learned this too late to make a difference in my marriage, but now I’m making up for it!
I’ve found you, with the great needs that I can satisfy and you have found me with the great needs that you’ve wondrously fulfilled! All this may change one day, but in the meantime we must enjoy things the way they are! We must make the most of a great opportunity to give and receive satisfaction and true love to each other in the absence of such satisfaction from others! I will cherish you always!
You pause in our lovemaking to say, “I implore you to make love to me in all the wondrous ways I see written in your eyes.” If our spouses did this, we probably wouldn’t be here, and this letter wouldn’t find its way to your great publication.
Thank you,
Penthouse Letters
! You’ve provided an outlet for our very special confessions! We hope other people find solace in the understanding we impart to all of you out there who live and love secretly, as we do!—
R.S., Canton, Ohio
A PHOTOGRAPHER GETS A HELPER AND LOOK WHAT DEVELOPS
When I was looking for a job as a junior in college, I answered an ad for a position as a photographer’s assistant. It indicated a good salary for what sounded like pretty simple part-time work and free room and board on the premises. I was impressed when I met Colin, the photographer. He was obviously a bodybuilder, he was six feet tall, handsome and had dark eyes and dark wavy hair. He was impressed during my interview that I had some amount of experience behind the camera and wanted to know if I had any experience in front of it. He said he needed to photograph me because he could use my image or parts of it sometimes. He took a few shots then asked if I wouldn’t mind stripping down to my shorts.
After a few more pictures, he asked me to drop the shorts. I hesitated at first but finally did so. Next he asked me to get an erection. I said I wasn’t sure I could, so he said he’d help and started to stroke my penis, balls and nipples. My penis got hard, he got the shots he wanted and I got the job. He was pleased with my cock and the fact that I was a true redhead and that I kept myself in good shape.
