Letters to Penthouse XIV (31 page)

This was turning out to be less lighthearted than most of our flirtations, and I started wondering if we were finally crossing the border into the serious consideration of adultery.

We joked about it a bit, but the joking got more and more serious. “So tell me how it would be if we slept together,” she said finally.

We were sitting in the lounge at a small bowling alley just outside of our hometown, where we met sometimes when we didn’t have anywhere else to go. Her hand was lying on the table, so I put my hand lightly on hers and began to stroke it as I talked.

“Well, you know that I’d be gentle with you,” I assured her in a soft voice. “There wouldn’t be any of that quick, insensitive stuff that A1 is into. I like to go slow and soft when I’m making love with a woman. I wouldn’t go for a lot of kissing and stuff to warm up, though. We’ve been waiting for this a long time, and I don’t think we’re going to need a lot of foreplay to get us in the mood. I know you wonder about me, and I wonder about you. So I’d just start right in by unsnapping those jeans you’re wearing.”

As my fingers continued to caress the back of her hand, Minnie drew in a sudden breath. I looked at her and realized that she’d closed her eyes in order to imagine it better. It wasn’t the most romantic setting, but I decided to give her my best shot.

I’d pull your zipper down, but I wouldn’t take your pants off,” I continued. “I’d ease my hand into your panties and work it around until I had enough room to get at your pussy. There’s something so sexy about putting your hand on a woman without undressing her first.”

The more I said to her, the more I could tell that my words were beginning to have some sort of an effect on her. Minnie moved her fingers apart, just as though she were spreading her legs. I picked up on the hint and worked my own finger into the V that formed there and applied some gentle pressure. She sighed and her lips parted slightly. “I can’t believe that you understand what I need so well,” she murmured. “But, please, tell me some more about how you’d do me.”

“Well, I’d put just the tip of my index finger right on your button. After you come, I know I’ll want to play all around, touch you everywhere, probe inside you as far as I can. But first I want to get you off, make you come, make you relax and accept me. So I’d go right to your clit and get to work.

“But I wouldn’t do it too fast. At first I’d just press against your clit, to see how hard it is and how much pressure you like. I’d move it from side to side and up and down. Then I’d go in circles, and I’d listen to how you responded to each motion, trying to find out which one was just right for you at that moment.

“Once I knew what it was that you wanted, I’d concentrate on giving it to you, except I’d go just a little slower than you wanted me to. And as you got closer to coming, I’d go slower still, but I’d press down a little harder until you finally just slip right over into a slow, pounding orgasm.”

Minnie groaned slightly, and then she snapped her eyes open, the way you do sometimes when you wake up and realize you weren’t supposed to be sleeping. She stared at me, looking perturbed, and then stood up. I got up, too.

“No, you sit here and finish your drink,” she told me, hastily pulling out her lipstick and applying it with a slightly shaky hand. “I just remembered that I was supposed to be home early tonight. I’ll see you same time next week?”

She leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek before she ran out, but I knew I’d upset her. I’d really gone too far, and I kicked myself for doing it. After all these years, I was afraid that I’d finally ruined things for good. Things were never going to be the same between us. That much was obvious, and I was really sorry about it.

The next time I saw Minnie I was all set to apologize. I’d been thinking about it and was pretty sure I knew how she’d approach it. She was going to pretend that it had never happened, and when I brought it up she would laugh it off. I wasn’t really comfortable with that, but it was better than ruining our friendship.

That wasn’t the way it turned out at all, though. We met at a much quieter place the next time, and we got a table where no one else would hear what we were talking about.

I tried to talk first when we sat down, but she cut me off. “Look, I know what you’re going to say, but it’s just not going to happen. We can’t go back to the way we’ve been. We slipped over the line.”

“I know,” I admitted, “but we’re both adults. We can control our feelings.”

“Well, I’m getting tired of controlling my feelings,” Minnie informed me. “The way I see it, there are two things we can do. We can either stop seeing each other completely …” She took a deep breath. “Or you can go ahead and do what you told me you would.”

She looked me right in the eye, not at all the embarrassed housewife she’d been the last time we met.

“I’m wearing the same jeans,” she pointed out.

“So you are,” I said, trying to smile with a confidence I wasn’t feeling. “But where would we go? Let’s get serious here for a minute.”

Minnie held up her hand. There was a ring wrapped around her index finger, attached to a single key on a big plastic tag. She twirled it a little. Suddenly she was the brave one.

“Well?” she asked.

I swallowed and smiled. “Let’s go,” I said.

Just as I’d promised, I didn’t waste any time once we were in the motel room. We had barely spoken on the drive over in her car. We’d both been trying to make our peace with what we were about to do. I, for one, failed completely, but I wasn’t about to back out. So when the room door shut behind us I had my hands on her belt before she was able to get her lips on mine.

As a result, our first kiss missed, and I had trouble seeing what I was doing with her zipper. We were fumbling and stumbling all around the room, trying to kiss and get her pants unfastened. Soon we were laughing together again.

That was what had been missing between us since I’d first brought up the subject of rubbing her pussy. Everything had been so serious that we were in danger of losing the original impulse. But we were suddenly having fun again, and just like that I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted a woman before.

Minnie took the problem of the jeans into her own hands, practically ripping them off and throwing them and her panties into the corner of the room. “I know you said you were going to do it to me with my pants on,” she hissed between giggles, “but I was beginning to think I’d die of old age before you got there. So come on, tiger.”

With that, she flung herself on her back on the bed. The sight of her lying there with her pussy exposed and her shirt and bra still on was so lewd and erotic that I got an erection instantly. In another second my hands were all over her, trying to remember that I’d vowed to go slowly and make her masturbation session last. At the time I’d told her that, though, I didn’t realize that I would be just as excited as she was. Still, I was determined to go slow and make it an exciting experience for both of us but it wasn’t going to be easy.

Her slit was every bit as wet as I’d described it as being. It felt hot against my fingertips as I quickly moved around between her puffy labia, finding her clit and getting a general feel for the shape and size of her pussy. Her clit was bigger than I’d imagined, and it was as hard as a tiny cock. I gave it a gentle, tentative flick of my finger to see how responsive it was.

Minnie let out a gasp and dug her chin into my shoulder as I lay there beside her. “Rub me,” she said. That was exactly what I intended to do, and I proceeded to go around her clit in little circles, every once in a while crossing that tender bud of flesh with my fingers and drawing a gasp or a moan from her. Even though I moved slowly, she was obviously already climbing the ladder of orgasm. But then she stopped moving and groaned in a way that wasn’t the least bit sexual.

“It’s not enough,” she finally sputtered between gritted teeth.

“What do you want?” I asked, sorry to disappoint her and a little hurt that she hadn’t given me more of a chance. “Faster?”

“No, silly,” she responded with a quick, sexy laugh. “I want you to lie on top of me and stick that cock of yours into me. I thought it would be enough just to feel you touching me, just to come like a woman again. But it isn’t enough. I want to be fucked.”

If I’d stopped to think about it, even for an instant, I probably would have backed out of the whole thing. After all, I was the one who had joked that it wouldn’t be adultery if we didn’t have intercourse. Somewhere deep inside I kind of believed that. By masturbating Minnie, I felt like I was helping out an old friend. If I took my own pants off, I knew that I’d really be betraying my marriage vows.

But I didn’t stop and think about it. Not even for a second. Lying next to me was a voluptuous woman who was also my best friend, and I suddenly admitted what I’d always known. All that flirtation all those years was completely serious, and every word of it, every joke, every gesture, had been leading up to this.

In a second my clothes were slapping the wall in the corner and falling on top of hers. She had pulled off her shirt, but left her bra on. Somehow, keeping that one item of clothing on made her much sexier than if she’d been naked. It was a white, lacy bra, and as I slipped my hard dick into the place where it had wanted to be all these years, my whole attention was on her heavy tits in that little lacy contraption.

Our bodies had minds of their own, and knew just what they wanted to do, so we let them go at it. They fell into a perfect rhythm at once. Meanwhile we just stared into each other’s eyes with deep, abiding affection as our genitals did their thing. I held myself up with one arm, and with my other hand I began to caress her beautiful breasts through the lace that almost hid them from me. Her nipples were straining to get through the flimsy fabric, but they were trapped inside, as we had been trapped: able to see and feel each other, but unable to come together.

All that had changed now, and it was changed forever. I stared into her eyes and felt her breasts, and I suddenly realized that I was spraying a jet of come into her sweet pussy, which drank it up just as fast as I could deliver it.

We have no idea where this affair is going to go from here. I don’t think I want to leave my wife, or that Minnie would want me to. We’ve agreed not to discuss it for a while, until we know a little more about how we feel about each other. For the moment, though, I’m just glad that we’ve admitted the depth of our passion.—
K.G., Duluth, Minnesota

THE LADY GUARDED HIS COCK, AND TOGETHER THEY MADE THE JAILHOUSE ROCK

I’m a prisoner incarcerated at a southern penitentiary. I’m a big fan of
Penthouse Letters
, and I really enjoy reading about the sexual adventures your other readers have, so I had to write and share the story of a short fuck session that happened between a female corrections officer and myself last year.

This officer, who I’ll call Ms. Flame (which obviously isn’t her real name but is a good way to describe her personality), worked in the prison unit I was housed in, a unit of one-man cells. Female officers are a big deal in prison, because when you don’t have access to pussy it’s something you can only dream about. The only way something like that can become reality is if you get lucky enough to catch the eye of a female guard. As fate would have it, I caught the eye of the beautiful Ms. Flame.

One day as she was on the tier passing out mail, I decided to see how she would react if she saw me jacking my dick. Just the thought of having those sweet lips wrapped around my pole or being able to lie between those fine legs while I was pumping my meat into her was enough to give me a hard-on. So there I was with my dick in my hand when she made it to my cell. The way she looked at my rigid pole told me all I needed to know.

I decided to put on a show for her every time she came on the block for her tour. This went on for a few weeks until I couldn’t take it anymore and decided to take the next step. I would risk asking her to make it possible for me to give her some dick for real.

I knew that I would get myself into some deep shit with the prison administrators if she reported that I was making sexual advances to her, but at that point I was really thinking with my cock, not my brain. I figured that the pay-off would be worth the risk involved, so I wrote Ms. Flame a note telling her how I would love to lick her sweet pussy and have her suck my dick.

Because my job is cleaning floors and washing windows, I knew that we could find a way to have a quick but meaningful fuck session in one of the storage rooms, if she was willing. After I gave her the note, I sat back and waited to see what she would do. The next day when I saw her, her reaction blew me away. She gave me a big smile when she walked past my cell. I knew then that somehow, some way, she was going to make it possible for us to get together.

The time came one Saturday morning a few weeks later while I was on the job, scrubbing the windows and mopping the floor in another part of the unit. I was told by another inmate, a friend of mine, that Ms. Flame wanted me to help her get some supplies from one of the storage rooms. I knew then that it was on.

When I walked into the storage room, there she was, the woman that I had spent many nights fucking in my mind. There was no time for talking—we both knew why we were there. After locking the door I walked up to her and started kissing her and touching her big, soft tits. I knew we didn’t have much time, but I had to suck her big pink nipples, if only for a minute or two. Her skin felt so soft. I took her tits out of her bra, sucking on one while I played with the other.

Finally I left off sucking her tits, eager to get to her pussy. When she undid her pants I saw to my delight that she wore thong panties and, better yet, didn’t have any hair on her pussy. I have never seen such a beautiful sight. I guess she saw the admiration in my eyes, because she lay back on a stack of boxes and invited me to have a taste.

“My pleasure,” I said as I began to tongue her. She was really hot, and in no time at all she pulled me harder into her sweet cunt and came all over my face. Her pussy juice tasted sweeter than honey.