Letters to Penthouse XI
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Contents
FEED THE FLAMES.
Has sex become boring?
Not with people just like you perfecting the art, and LETTERS TO PENTHOUSE revealing all. And every wild and wicked detail is just how our readers experience it. Ever find yourself intrigued, excited, or simply turned on peeking in on other people's sex lives? Why not treat yourself to this fabulous, no-longer-secret world? Let loose. Taste the forbidden pleasures of threesomes, partner swapping, cross-dressing, and exhibitionism.
Experience it all.
Don't be afraid to go for the ecstasy.
Open this book …
LETTERS TO PENTHOUSE XI
OTHER BOOKS IN THE SERIES
Erotica from Penthouse
More Erotica from Penthouse
Erotica from Penthouse III
Letters to Penthouse I
Letters to Penthouse II
Letters to Penthouse III
Letters to Penthouse IV
Letters to Penthouse V
Letters to Penthouse VI
Letters to Penthouse VII
Letters to Penthouse VIII
Letters to Penthouse IX
Letters to Penthouse X
Letters to Penthouse XI
Letters to Penthouse XII
26 Nights: A Sexual Adventure
There are times when our sex lives become dull, boring, even mundane. The same old in-and-out doesn't quite do it like it used to. Who could blame you? You don't have to stand for it though. Today is a new day. Open your eyes and especially your mind.
People just like you have found themselves intrigued, excited and downright horny peeking in on other people's sex lives. Why shouldn't you treat yourself to this wonderful world? Flip through these pages and discover what you've been missing, or enhance what you already know. Or just simply get turned on reading what your neighbor, teacher, butcher and yes, even that sweet, church-going innocent that lives on the corner does behind closed doors, in the park or anywhere they can.
Consider this your personal invitation to let loose and get crazy with yourself, your loved one or anybody of your choosing. Take the time to do something for yourself. You'll be glad you did.
—Kathy Cavanaugh
Managing Editor,
Penthouse
Special Publications
ONCE AGAIN OUR LETTERS HELP SPICE UP MARRIAGES BY ENCOURAGING SEXUAL AFFAIRS
A girlfriend of mine at work showed me my first copy of your magazine about a year ago. She and her husband like to read the letters together as a way of enhancing their sex life. We would sneak off to lunch or break and read through the letters.
One time we were giggling about the exploits of a wife who had cheated on her husband many times. The husband not only knew about her infidelity but actually encouraged her to sleep around. He most enjoyed sex with her right after she had been with another man. I told Donna that I couldn't imagine doing such a thing to Keith, my husband. Besides, I didn't think he would get turned on by such a kinky activity.
I admitted that the idea of sleeping with a new lover every once in a while did get me aroused. Donna looked very sly for a moment, and said I would be surprised how many men fantasize about that stuff. Her husband had bought
Penthouse Letters
for years before they met.
When Donna found out about it, she just thought he liked the sexy stories and the pictures. After she started reading the letters, she asked him what he liked about the magazine. It became quite clear that he liked the letters about unfaithful wives.
I asked her if she had ever really thought of doing it, to which she replied, “Remember Andy, the guy who used to work with me? He transferred over to the other division a while ago.”
I told her I remembered. Andy was a lot younger than we were; Donna is in her late twenties and I am thirty-three. He was a nice-looking guy with dark hair and blue eyes, about twenty-two or so. I remember him flirting with Donna.
Donna blushed a deep red and then blurted out that she had been sleeping with Andy for over a year. Not only that, but her husband knew about it!
I was flabbergasted. I had known her for five years and I had no idea. Keith and I did social things with them all the time. The younger of our two daughters was best friends with Donna's daughter. She swore me to secrecy, saying she just had to tell somebody. She went on to say that the idea that she find a lover had been her husband's, and when she'd told him about Andy's advances, it had been his idea for her to go for it. She said her sex life had never been better, both at home and otherwise.
This revelation about one of my best friends was pretty outrageous. I tried not to think about it too much, because whenever I did I started to feel my own urge to stray. I really didn't think Keith would understand. I loved him dearly and I would never do anything to hurt him, but the idea of having a fling or two was very appealing.
It sounds terrible, but I knew several men who I wanted to sleep with. There was this man, Stan, who I had recently met at a trade show and found very attractive. There was another guy, Bruce, in our corporate headquarters, who was always coming on to me.
Then there was a friend of Donna's who I met a couple times, Lamont, who is black. He hadn't known I was married and had asked Donna if I was available. It seemed very naughty, but I had always wondered what it would be like to sleep with a black man.
Keith and I had been married for almost fourteen years and I didn't want to screw up what had proven to be a great marriage. We got married soon after I graduated from high school and we started a family soon after. Keith is a few years older than I am. He's nice-looking, stays in pretty good shape and is a good lover. However, I had noticed that the frequency of our sexual activity had gone down a lot in the last two years or so.
Quite frankly, I have never been more interested in sex in my life. I would never leave Keith, but the sexual frustration I was feeling just seemed to get worse. When Donna told me about her affair, that was the last straw. I couldn't just go out and have a one-night stand. I couldn't do that to my husband. I wasn't sure what I was going to do just yet, but I knew something new and exciting was on the horizon.
One evening I told Keith about what Donna had revealed to me. I was very surprised at his reaction. He wanted to know all the details of her illicit activity. After I told him we ended up fucking like crazy. Keith had always been very curious about my sexual experiences before he met me.
There wasn't that much to tell. I had been with two guys, and both of them were steady boyfriends. There were no steamy one-night stands or anything too racy.
His reaction to Donna's affair made me wonder if I should reveal my own extra-marital desires.
A few days later I brought up the subject of Donna again, with some hot new details. Again he got very aroused, and then totally blew me away by asking if I had ever thought of having an affair myself.
I put on the faithful wife routine and said I would never do anything to hurt him. But I added, “It wasn't Donna's idea to have an affair—her husband gave her permission to do it. That would be different, if you knew and approved.”
Keith said it would be interesting to try some new experiences. He always seemed disappointed that I had not been a bit more of a “bad girl” when I was younger. Now he was going to find out first-hand.
My first opportunity to try out my new-found freedom was a convention and trade show that I knew Stan would be attending. The first day of the convention, I looked for him as I went about my business. By late morning I had talked to someone who had seen him. With a little more looking, I found him and made a big deal of “running into” him. I asked him if he had any plans for lunch, and we left to find a restaurant.
Over lunch, it was pretty obvious that he had less than honorable intentions toward me. We ended up making plans for dinner that evening. I suggested that we meet at my hotel and eat there. They had a very good restaurant, and we wouldn't have to bother with taxis or anything.
I dressed much more provocatively than I had in years for my night out. I had bought my outfit especially for this occasion. I put on a very short, tight, dark red dress with sheer black pantyhose. The dress accentuated my narrow waist and made my rather full bottom look great. I put on a black push-up bra that made my 36C tits look even bigger. I finished it off with the full makeup routine and a set of four-inch heels.
I let my long, honey-blonde hair down over my shoulders and left to meet my date. Stan couldn't believe his eyes when I met him in the lobby. Normally quite talkative, he seemed a little short on words as we walked to the restaurant. All through dinner he was beside himself. It was very satisfying and arousing to know I still could have this effect on men. I consider myself quite pretty, but I had always felt I was a little big through the hips, and having two kids didn't help. Keith always told me how attractive I was, but it was especially nice to hear it from a new and very nice-looking man.
As the evening got late, Stan asked if I wanted to go for a nightcap. I said I'd love to, but I was getting a little tired. I suggested we go up to my room for a drink. He must have been thinking the same thing because he jumped at the idea.
Inside my room I turned and put my arms around him. I kissed him deeply as I loosened his belt and reached up under his shirt. I soon felt his hands roaming over my behind and up to my waist. I removed his jacket and shirt and then undid his pants. I just let them drop to the floor around his ankles.
As he was stepping out of them, I pulled his boxers down to reveal a very large uncircumcised penis. I knelt down and slipped his foreskin back as I took the head into my mouth. I felt my pussy getting very wet. His cock tasted great, and the smell of his manhood was strong and enticing. For some reason, I had never done this to my husband, maybe because nice married ladies don't do such things. I, however, was no longer a nice lady, and licked and kissed his big boner with lust.
It was not long before I had to have him inside me. He was already naked, but I still had my dress on. As I kicked off my shoes he turned me around and lifted my dress up to my waist. I put my hands on his and we pulled my pantyhose down over my hips. As he knelt down to finish removing them, he kissed me on my behind and massaged my cheeks. I instinctively bent over on the bed to give him better access. He soon found that I was already very wet and ready for him.
He pushed my dress up around my waist and pressed his cock against my swollen lips. I felt his big penis stretch my pussy wide open as he pushed himself into me. His cock was much bigger than my husband's, and I felt myself starting to approach an orgasm within minutes. He went slowly at first, and then more quickly as he bounced against my big cheeks. He stroked his big boner in and out of me as I felt the big one coming on.
After what seemed like an hour, he started to shudder and shake as he thrust into me with one more powerful stroke. His cock swelled and pulsed and I could feel the faint sensation of his semen squirting inside me.
I went over the edge with a barely muffled scream as I pressed back against him to get his cock inside me all the way. I never did get my dress off!
We slept together four more times over the next few days. We took a little more time getting to know each other after the first night, and I finally did get all my clothes off! I even sucked him to orgasm and let him come in my mouth. That was the first time I had ever done that.
The change that came over Keith after I told him about my exploits was amazing. We had sex every day for two or three weeks after that. Unfortunately, he eventually seemed to lose interest again, and I decided that I was going to have to spice things up on a regular basis. Stan lived about three hours from us, and I started to see him about once a week. I had also been curious about Bruce. He was very good-looking and had the reputation of being a good lover. He had dated a friend of mine recently but they broke up when she got back together with her ex-husband. This friend had told me that Bruce was good in bed.