Letters to Penthouse XII (12 page)

I looked at her funny and then it hit me. “Were you having an affair with him while you worked for him?” I asked.

She nodded, saying, “Yes, honey, we were having an affair almost the whole time I worked for him.” Upon further questioning, she explained what had been going on behind my back. Jim began hitting on her not long after she began reporting to him. She finally succumbed to his advances a couple of months later. For the next six months after he seduced her, they had a torrid, passionate sexual affair. That was the six months she was distant and cold to me.

She also found that Jim’s thick, stiff cock satisfied her more than my small prick did. As a result, she found herself preferring him to me sexually. They would go to a special rendezvous place during lunch. She also met him occasionally on weekends. While I thought she was out shopping, she would be in a one-room efficiency apartment that Jim had rented solely to fuck her. Brenda willingly admitted she had sex with her boss nearly every day while she allowed me to make love to her about once a week. Their affair actually ended while she was still working for him. They both found themselves becoming very emotionally involved after a few months. Jim was also married and he had a young child; he didn’t want to destroy his family and told Brenda he thought he had better call it off. Brenda told me she actually found herself feeling pretty much the same way.

She said to me, “I won’t pretend I don’t have feelings for Jim. I had very strong feelings for him while our first affair was going on. I’ve discovered since I’ve been seeing him again recently that I still have those feelings. They may not be quite as strong, but they’re still there. That doesn’t mean I don’t care for you, though. I do—very, very much. I know I’ve been a bitch to you. I know I certainly haven’t treated you very well at times, and I’ve been a pain to live with. I care for you, Charles. I really do. I thought about how I’ve treated you after Jim left. I made myself promise to start treating you differently. I’m really going to change. You’ll see.”

Brenda kept talking, not even letting me get a word in edgewise. She said there would be no more putdowns about my puny body. She would see that my sexual needs were taken care of too. “I realize that I’ve been totally selfish in that way,” she told me. “I’ve been so busy making sure I got the sexual satisfaction I needed from Jim that I have completely ignored you. All I could think about was feel-ing Jim’s mighty cock inside me and having him shoot his hot sperm into my vagina. Those were my only objectives. From now on it will be different. I may want to fuck Jim and possibly other men if they’re big, strong and virile. But while I’m doing that, I promise I won’t neglect you. After all, you’re my husband, and you need sex too.”

She finished by telling me she had bathed and even douched after Jim left. Brenda smiled and said, “I’m going to start by proving it to you right now. Want to go into the bedroom? If you want me, I’m ready!” She was grinning at me sexily. I eagerly nodded. Even though I’d come in my pants earlier while watching her with Jim, I was still horny as hell. We went to the bedroom and made love.

Interestingly, there was never one word about her terminating her affair, just as there was never one word about me leaving her because of it. Brenda knew I wouldn’t divorce her. She also knew that she could continue her affair and I would never say a word. From that day on she slept with whatever than she chose. If she decided to have an affair, she just did it. From that day on she never tried to bide what she did with other men. From that day on we never argued and she never bitched at me. She also never neglected me sexually again.

What Brenda has done since then is engage in a succession of lengthy, passionate affairs. She also goes out on regular dates, but I never protest or object. She’s even had lovers over to our place while I’m home; she entertains her gentleman friend in our bedroom while I take care of the kids. She and I make love an average of about three times a week. One of her lovers, Daryl, got her hooked on oral sex, and she loves for me to eat her out before I make love to her. Since she’s invariably been with her latest lover during the day, I always taste the musky flavor of her juices mixed with her lover’s come. When I enter her I feel the oily texture of her boyfriend’s semen deep inside her pussy.

Brenda’s latest boyfriend, Mark, is a very well-built, very well-hung black than. She’s been seeing him for nearly a year now. Mark is Brenda’s first black lover. She says that he’s just incredible in bed, much better than me. Since they became lovers, she can’t seem to get enough of his big black cock. They haven’t missed a day making love in the past several months.

At night when I have the chance to make love to her I can taste Mark’s sperm in her cunt. After I get her off, I slide up her body and enter her. In a few minutes I add my semen to Mark’s in her wet slick hole. We no doubt encountered a fork in the road that day I caught her in bed with her boss. As she always does, my wife took charge and decided which way we would go. She may have led me down a road less traveled, but I’ve found it to be one filled with excitement, surprises and joy. I have no doubt there will be all of those feelings down the road again. What I really know is that any road is okay as long as I have Brenda as my wife to travel it with me!—
C.B., Red Bank, New Jersey

A MAN FINDS ADVENTURE THE NIGHT HIS WIFE WENT OUT IN GEORGIA

In the early years of our marriage Shirley would often accompany me on out-of-town business trips. While I would be in business meetings, Shirley would shop, enjoy the pool at our hotel or sightsee if we were in someplace new to her.

Recently I was in Atlanta for a four-day business meeting and Shirley had come along. I returned to the hotel one evening and Shirley had an interesting story to tell me. She had met a man. I’m not the jealous sort and Shirley, being a pretty woman with a nice figure, often attracts male attention while hanging out alone at hotels. She’d visit with and even flirt with men occasionally, but I knew all she ever did was some mild teasing at most. She told me that the man whom she had met was named David and that he was from Los Angeles. He was there all week for a business seminar being held at the hotel. He had found the sessions to be dry and very boring and had skipped out on the afternoon session. My wife described him as a very intelligent, witty and quite handsome black man. She told me how they spent the afternoon visiting and had a couple of drinks together. She also told me she had invited him to dinner with us.

We met David in the lobby at six o’clock. I found him to be friendly and every bit as likable as my wife had said. We went to a nice restaurant and had an excellent meal which David insisted on paying for. David owned his own business and he admitted he had signed up for the seminar as a convenient way of going on a tax-deductible vacation. All during dinner I kept noticing how my wife was flirting with our charming friend.

After we ate, David suggested we go to a nightspot he knew, an idea that my wife wholeheartedly endorsed. During the cab ride from the restaurant to the nightclub, I rode in front while David and Shirley rode in back and became more and more engrossed with each other. At the club we ordered drinks and David immediately asked my wife to dance. The two of them were on the dance floor for the rest of the night.

On the way back to the hotel, they rode together in back again. David paid the cab fare, as he had paid for everything that evening. When we said good night in the hotel lobby, David said he was sleeping in and invited Shirley to join him for a late breakfast. She agreed and also accepted his invitation to show her around Atlanta.

In our room Shirley and I made love before falling asleep. The effect that our handsome, charming, urbane.

Friend was having on her was obvious. She was unusually responsive in bed that night, and I had never felt her so wet inside.

Shirley was still sleeping when I left the next morning. When I returned at five, she was not in our room. I looked for her around the pool, down in the lobby and at the hotel bar but didn’t find her. I went back up to our room, and she arrived there about five minutes later. At first glance I thought Shirley had just been swimming, since her hair was wet. I knew she hadn’t been at the pool, though, and I saw that she wasn’t wearing her bathing suit.

Shirley didn’t even try to hide what had happened. She saw me looking at her wet hair, then she smiled and said, “I just took a shower. I was with David in his room. I cleaned up before coming back down here.” She seemed to be eyeing me very carefully, watching for my reaction as the reality of what she had said sank in. I felt my prick stirring to hardness, and I saw her glance at the bulge in my trousers as it became erect.

“Did you—” I stammered before she mercifully interrupted.

“Make love with him?” she asked, smiling. I nodded and she replied, “You bet I did. I hope you’re not upset or angry, Matty, but I most certainly did. God, is that man hung and does he know how to fuck! I hate to tell you this honey, but I never experienced anything like that before in my life. That man is incredible!”

I was stunned, a little jealous and admittedly more turned on man I’d ever been in my life. I slumped into a chair saying, “Tell me about it. Don’t leave out a thing. I want to hear every juicy detail.” Shirley told me that they met for breakfast at half past nine and then he showed her some of the sights. They then had a nice lunch and headed back for the hotel. As they rode in the cab, David kissed her for the first time. She’d already made up her mind she was going to let him make love to her, and she eagerly and hungrily returned his advance. When they got to the hotel, she let David escort her to his room, neither of them saying a word. David didn’t ask or suggest she come up with him; it was implied and it was understood.

Once Shirley was in his room, their flirting had them more than ready. They were all over each other. When they were naked and on the bed, David showed himself to be an expert and incredibly patient lover. She said his mouth and tongue touched every square inch of her body. She said she had never been so hot and excited. She described his cock as considerably longer and much thicker than mine. She was going crazy with lustful desire.

As she squirmed around on his bed, Shirley began begging David to stop teasing her and put it in. Satisfied that he had her sufficiently prepared to take his huge cock, David got ready to enter her, but he made her wait just a wee bit longer. David showed that he was as much a gentleman and as much a considerate lover as he was a suave, charming and intelligent social companion. Before entering he, he asked, “Are you on the pill? Is it alright for me to come in you? I have condoms in my suitcase. I’ll wear one if it bothers you to have me shoot my sperm in you.”

Shirley said hearing David be so thoughtful and considerate only endeared him to her that much more. Shirley smiled at him and explained how she and I had been trying unsuccessfully to have children for four years. She told him she doubted she could get pregnant. We’d never seen a doctor about our situation, but Shirley’s menstrual cycle was very, very irregular. She’d sometimes go for months between periods. It seemed extremely likely that the problem was her. “You can go ahead and shoot your sperm in me,” she softly said. “I think I’m infertile. I don’t think I can get pregnant.”

David lowered his body to hers and as he worked his massive cock up inside of her, he said, “Here we go, Shirley. Get ready because you’ve got me so turned on I’m going to shoot about a quart of come into your cunt You better hope you’re right about not being able to get pregnant, or I’m liable to give you and your husband a black baby to raise. How would you feel if that happened?”

Shirley wrapped her legs around his, clutched his back, began bucking her hips towards him and replied, “I’d feel very, very lucky. Very, very lucky indeed!”

They frantically fucked each other, resulting in a mind-blowing simultaneous orgasm. Shirley said that when she felt hot jets of David’s sperm shooting up inside her, she came so hard she nearly blacked out. Then she told me that they had made love two more times that afternoon. Each time she had huge climaxes and David blasted more gobs of semen deep inside her cunt. They then showered together before she returned to our room.

I got so turned on hearing her story, I made love to her right then and there. She was looser than normal and very wet inside. We then showered together. Shirley douched and cleaned up, saying we were meeting David for dinner at seven. She also said she wanted to be very clean. She intended to accompany him back up to his room for a while after dinner.

Even though I knew he had spent the afternoon in bed with my wife (and she had told him she would tell me everything), David and I still got along fine. There was a slight bit of awkwardness to the situation, but we were both very cordial and friendly with each other. On the way to the restaurant Shirley again rode in the back seat of the cab with David while I rode in front. They sat extremely close to each other, David’s arm around Shirley. After eating, Shirley nixed David’s suggestion about going dancing. “Let’s go back to the hotel,” she cooed to him. On the way back they were passionately making out in the back seat of the cab. As he had the evening before, David insisted on paying for everything: the cab fare, meal, tips, etc. Inside the lobby my wife gave me a peck on the cheek and said, “I’ll see you later, honey. I’m going up to David’s room.” I then watched them get themselves ready and startup to his floor. I could see them frantically making out as the scenic elevator took them away.

Shirley came back to our room at two in the morning. She stripped, crawled in bed with me and cuddled against my body. She had the pungent odor of sex on her. When I put my hand between her legs I found her pubic hair to be wet and her slot to be greasy. Each of the next two days Shirley made love with David while I took care of my business. David treated us to dinner both nights. On Wednesday she went up to his room and returned to ours at a little past one. On Thursday evening she whispered to me in the lobby, “Sleep tight, honey. This is our last night together. I want to spend the night with David in his room.” On Friday they made love one last time before we checked out at noon and left.