Letters to Penthouse XIV (2 page)

Under the double stimulation of my clutching pussy and Lenore’s eager tongue, Glen was the first to come. I felt his hot juices squirting into me, a sensation that always excites me. I sucked frenziedly on the pussy in my mouth as I climaxed again and again, and I felt her shudders as she, too, spun into orgasm. It was utter bliss, total, time-stopping passion. Every sense was on fire. We finally collapsed into a tangled mass and slept hard.

When I woke up she was gone.—
R.G., Galena, Illinois

WHEN HUBBY’S AWAY, THIS NAVY WIFE PIPES A COUPLE OF OTHER SAILORS ABOARD

This experience took place some time back, but it’s still as vivid in my mind today as when it first happened.

I was a naval officer, stationed at the base in San Diego. One evening my good friend and fellow officer Chuck and I decided to take a room at a hotel in the city to get away from the base. We checked into our room and proceeded to the dining room for dinner and a few drinks. The place was crowded, and we had to wait at the bar for a table.

As we sat there we looked over the crowd and noticed a very attractive blonde lady sitting by herself. At one point she glanced over at us and saw us watching her. To my surprise, she got up and started toward us.

I guessed that she was about twenty-five. She had on a sheer white silk blouse that accentuated her breasts, which must have been about 36D, and a tight skirt that melted into her luscious hips and stopped a few inches above the knee. She was about five feet nine, with a narrow waist and very shapely legs.

She came directly over to us and asked if we knew anything about the flights coming into the naval base that evening from overseas. It seemed she was supposed to meet her husband, who was flying in from Japan, but he hadn’t arrived. I told her that all the overseas flights had already arrived, and the next flights wouldn’t be coming in until around seven o’clock the next morning.

She seemed very disappointed as she thanked us. Then she asked if we were waiting for a table, and when we said yes she invited us to join her for dinner. We gladly accepted, and went to her table. She introduced herself as Jenna, and told us she had flown in from Chicago to meet her husband. As it happened, I was from Chicago also, and it turned out we had gone to the same school, although at different times.

That kind of broke the ice, and we settled in and ordered drinks. Jenna was very pleasant. She said she appreciated our company, as it would be a long night for her, waiting for tomorrow’s flight. She told us she hadn’t seen her husband in over seven months, since he had been deployed to Japan.

When dinner was over Jenna said she should be going back to her room, and thanked us for the dinner and the company. We offered to walk her to her room, which coincidentally turned out to be right next to ours. As we were saying good night a thought hit me. I told her that Chuck and I had planned to hit a few bars that night, and I wondered if she would like to join us. She said that would be fine, as it would help her to pass the time. She just needed a few minutes to freshen herself up.

We knocked on her door ten minutes later, and the three of us went out to a club, had a couple of drinks and watched the floor show, then went on to another bar. Jenna was very animated, a good listener and very pleasant to be around.

Finally, as it was getting late, we decided to go back to our rooms. As we unlocked our doors, she thanked us for being such good company, saying that she had really enjoyed herself, and offered her hand to say good night.

On impulse, I took her hand and pulled her up close to me, then planted a kiss on her mouth. She stiffened for a minute, and then kind of relaxed and melted into my arms. I felt her shudder and tremble. I asked her if she wanted to come into our room for a while. She hesitated a moment, breathing rapidly, and then said, “What the hell, sure. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

As we went through the door she turned to meet me, putting one arm on my shoulder and giving me a long, slow French kiss. At the same time I felt her other hand on my crotch. She pulled down my zipper, reached in and got hold of my cock. She started to manipulate it, and it reacted immediately to her hot hand, becoming erect. Jenna said it had been seven months since she had held one of those, and she went down on it like a starved dog after a bone.

She was cooing and murmuring about how lovely it was as she rubbed her lips over it, then started licking it and stroking it with her hand at the same time. Next she fluttered her tongue over the glans and along the underside, all the time moaning and cooing. Then she put it in her mouth, deep-throating it and then withdrawing it very slowly, still holding it in her stroking fingers.

Chuck had been standing and watching with a stunned look on his face. Jenna looked over at him. “Don’t just stand there,” she said breathlessly. “Come over here and join us.”

Chuck was out of his clothes in a flash, and his cock was at full attention. He approached her from behind as she crouched on her knees, working on my cock like there was no tomorrow. He raised her skirt, and I think we were both surprised to see that she had no panties on. (Later she told us that had been in anticipation of the meeting with her husband.) Chuck was going to plug into her, but she stopped him, saying, “Wait, it’s not ready yet. Get on your back and let me straddle you so you can get me good and ready.”

Chuck was only too glad to comply. She sat on his face and continued working my cock over big time, until I knew it wouldn’t be long before I would explode. Chuck was really lapping her twat, and she was twisting and turning and moaning, saying, “Yes, oh yes!” around my cock. I was ready to put my whole load down her throat. I started spurting and she took it all, gulping it down eagerly. When I was done she asked me to take her blouse off and play with her tits. As I did she went wild, squirming and throwing her head back, shaking it from side to side, rotating her hips and grinding her pussy into Chuck’s face. “I’m coming!” she cried. “Rub my tits hard!” Then she shrieked as she had her first orgasm of the night. But it was far from the last.

As she recovered her breath I pulled off all my clothes, and then hers. Chuck was already naked. At Jenna’s suggestion we shoved the two single beds togther. “I want to 69 with Chuck,” she said, “and you can get ready to fuck me from behind.” She was a take-charge person and knew exactly what she wanted, and we were more than willing to oblige.

Soon Chuck was lying on his back with Jenna’s pussy draped over his mouth and his pole deep in her throat. Chuck was going wild, not having come yet this evening. I was sure he wouldn’t last very long, the way she was throating him. I eased up behind her, spread her cheeks and put my now fully recovered cock at the entrance to her pussy. It was very slick with Chuck’s saliva, and with her own orgasmic juices. As I started to slide into her, she shifted her hips to better accommodate me. Even with all the lubrication she was still tight. I had to ease it into her cunt slowly, inch by glorious inch. Then all of a sudden I felt Chuck’s tongue lapping at the underside of my dick. It was something I had never experienced before, and I reacted by thrusting hard and driving my cock all the way home with one final plunge. I heard Jenna’s gasp of pleasure as it hit bottom.

Chuck started coming then, yelling as he shot his jism into her gasping, gulping mouth. I was reaming her for all I was worth. Her cunt was like velvet. It felt like she had little fingers inside it that grasped and released my pumping shaft. She really knew how to fuck! I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer the way things were going. Her ass was rotating and thrusting in time with my strokes. She was squirming and moaning and crying, “Yes! Yes! Yes, it’s so good, don’t stop!” I could feel her tightening and trembling, building up for a big one, and I wasn’t going to be far behind. All of a sudden she squealed and shrieked, “Yes! Oh yes, right there! Fuck it harder! Fuck it harder! Fuck it harder!” And she exploded, and I spewed like a volcano inside her twisting, squirming cunt.

We lay in the afterglow for a few minutes. Then Chuck started to play with Jenna’s tits, his erection coming back to full bloom. He rolled her onto her back and mounted her as I watched. He was soon fucking her wildly, thrusting long and deep, and she was responding, saying, “Yes, it’s so good, oh it’s so good, drive it in hard, do it faster, yes!” Then she was spasming and shaking, moaning, “Yes! Yes!” She clamped her legs around Chuck’s waist, her heels drumming on his ass. With each thrust she pulled him into her with her legs, forcing him deeper. She was pumping her hips like a wild woman, their pelvic bones grinding together, and I could hear the slushing sound of her juices. Chuck’s eyes were rolling as he started to come again, and Jenna was thrashing her head from side to side, almost howling as she joined him in orgasm.

Chuck rolled off her then, and we all cuddled up and went to sleep. It was about six-thirty in the morning when I felt something playing with my dick. It was Jenna. She was lapping on it, getting it hard and ready for another go-round.

All of a sudden there was a noise from next door. Jenna stopped licking me and said, “Oh my god, somebody just opened the door of my room.”

Chuck got up and stuck his head out of our door. When he came back he reported that he’d seen a man coming out of her room and heading for the hotel office. “Oh god, it must be my husband!” Jenna said. His flight must have come in early. She grabbed one of our towels and wrapped it around herself, then picked up her shoes and clothes and ran out. The walls between the room were thin, and we could hear her shower running. It had just stopped when we heard her husband coming back. Not more than five minutes after that we heard the bed squeaking rhythmically.

Chuck and I turned to each other, grinning and said it in unison, “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him!”—
P.Y., Seattle, Washington

SHE CALLS HER HUSBAND’S BLUFF AND LETS HIM WATCH HER WITH A YOUNG LOVER

I’m a thirty-five-year-old female executive with a large international corporation based in the southwest. Although I do not have huge tits, I do have a nice, firm ass which goes well with my five-foot-five, one-hundred-ten-pound frame.

One of my husband’s fantasies has long been to see me go to bed with another man. I have always been resistant to this idea because I was afraid of the long-term consequences. But one night my husband and I had an argument, and in the heat of the moment I told him that a lot of men found me attractive and he should accept me for who I was, as they all did. Zach responded angrily that if I could do better than him, and find a guy that accepted me, then I should go to him. Well, little did he know that I already had one! His name was Brad, and he worked in my office. And now I decided to let Zach meet him.

About two weeks went by, and one Friday morning I was ready to set my plan in motion. I called Zach at his law office and told him to watch for a fax I was sending him. I said he should do what the fax said, and trust me. In the fax I informed him that I had arranged for the kids to spend the night at my parents, and that he should meet me at a certain local watering hole at seven o’clock that evening. I asked him not to approach me there, but to wait for further developments.

Brad and I left the office together, but not before I changed out of my conservative working outfit and into something a little more sexy. We got to the place around six-forty-five and took a seat at the bar. I spotted Zach almost immediately at the other end of the bar. When he saw me with Brad his jaw dropped, and his eyes showed his surprise and shock—and, yes, no small amount of excitement.

Brad and I ordered drinks and spent the first hour chatting and discussing the office and our work. Then Brad had to use the rest room. While he was gone I unbuttoned a couple of buttons on my blouse, revealing my cleavage and the top of my pink lace demi-bra. Immediately upon returning to his seat Brad commented on my boldness, and I replied, “You ain’t seen nothing yet!”

Although Zach and Brad did not know one another, they were both watching my tits, along with some of the other men at the bar. One man even bought me a drink and expressed interest in me, which turned me on even more. After a few more drinks Brad wanted to go to a different bar, one that we often frequented together. I told him I had to use the rest room, and on the way there I grabbed a napkin and wrote the name of the place where we were going. As I came back I walked by Zach’s stool and casually dropped the note beside him.

As we drove to the next spot I grabbed Brad’s hand and placed it on my crotch, gently moving it back and forth against my cunt. While he was massaging my hole I could feel the juices flowing from my pussy and being absorbed into the crotch of my panties. By the time we got to the bar I was wet, excited and horny. Once inside, we ordered drinks and I awaited Zach’s arrival. Within a few minutes, Zach walked in the door and took a seat at a table near the dance floor. After a minute I grabbed Brad’s hand and said I wanted to dance. By that time I was feeling no pain and was becoming bolder and bolder. Soon I was grinding myself into Brad and rubbing against his dick until he became as hard as a telephone pole. I casually danced us over to where my husband was sitting, and then grabbed Brad’s hands and placed them on my tight ass. He gently kneaded my buttocks and began to kiss my neck as our bodies glided to the music. My thong panties were dripping as I put on a show for my husband with my unknowing boyfriend.

We spent another hour at the bar before I told Brad that I had a surprise for him. I told him that my husband was on a golf trip with his buddies, and that I had rented a room at a local hotel for the two of us to enjoy for the night. What I didn’t tell him was that I had also rented the room adjoining, and that my husband was going to be in it.

Before we left I again excused myself to go to the ladies’ room, and upon my return I gave Zach a note that I had prepared earlier in the day, along with a key to the hotel room. In the note I told him that his fantasy about seeing me make it with another guy was about to come true. I also said that if he didn’t want to see it, he should go home and that I would see him the next day. Would he or wouldn’t he, I wondered, take me up on my offer?