Letters to Penthouse XXXVI (26 page)

On William’s fiftieth birthday I invited him over for dinner. I had told him to be at my house by six o’clock, knowing he
would be late as usual. In the past I’d overlooked his tardiness, but that night I planned to make him pay. And I knew he’d
enjoy it.

The doorbell rang at six-thirty-two, and I answered wearing nothing but a green silk robe that ended at my upper thigh. It
was tied loosely so that if I turned suddenly my breasts would be seen in the darkness of its folds. I glared at him and said,
“You’re thirty-two minutes late.” He started to apologize but I cut him short, explaining that I didn’t want to hear his excuse
and we would discuss it later.

All through dinner I made sure to stay detached, speaking infrequently and making it abundantly clear to William that I was
upset. He ate his meal with apologetic eyes and even volunteered to do the dishes when we were through.

As he stood at the sink with his sleeves rolled up, I came up behind him and pressed my body against his, “How many times
have I asked you not to keep me waiting?” I whispered in his ear. “It seems you never learn. Maybe a good spanking will teach
you to be on time. Finish the dishes and then meet me in the living room.” I caressed his still-firm buttocks, then raised
my hand to administer one hard smack. William did not expect it, and the dinner plate he was holding went flying out of his
hands. I assured him that breaking the dish would also cost him.

I was amazed how naturally all this was coming to me. It had been so long since I had been this turned on.

When I heard the water in the kitchen sink stop running, I disrobed and positioned myself on a straight-backed chair. William
entered the living room. “Take your belt off and bring it to me,” I ordered. He did as instructed. “Now strip down to your
underwear.” I folded the belt in half and practiced snapping it into my hand, but when I saw William’s erection, I set it
down and instead yanked down his briefs and was delighted to see his cock fully erect.

“Come on, William,” I said, pointing toward my lap. He quickly positioned himself across my knees. I was very aroused as I
reached under him to place his swollen cock between my thighs.

Placing one hand on his shoulder, I began to rub his ass cheeks with the other. I lifted my hand and held it in the air for
a while, wanting him to anticipate the blow. I felt his cock twitch between my thighs as I brought my hand down hard against
his right cheek. Then again. When William cried out, I told him that this was only the beginning.

His breathing was labored as I delivered a few blows to his other cheek. “Harder, hit me harder,” he begged. Well, that was
all the encouragement I needed, and I proceeded to smack my good friend until his ass and thighs were bright red and finger
marks were visible on his flesh. I then explained to him that he was now forgiven for his tardiness, but the matter of the
broken dish was still not resolved.

William was so turned on that he began to thrust forward slowly, grinding his hard cock between my thighs. He moaned, the
back of his neck dripping with sweat, and announced that he was going to come soon. I quickly stood up, sending him tumbling
to the floor in surprise.

Thinking back to a letter I read in
Variations
, I ordered William to “assume the position.” William stared up at me breathless and startled. In seconds, he was on his feet,
bent at the waist, using the arm of the couch for support. As I reached for his belt again, I explained that this was for
the broken dish. The belt made a whooshing sound as it flew through the air and then cracked against his upper thigh. I administered
four more blows to his sweet ass before stopping.

I was so excited that I could hardly stand, so I threw myself on the couch. William dropped to his knees, wrapping his strong
arms around my waist and laying his head on the naked flesh of my belly. As he kissed me right below my navel, I twisted his
white locks in my fingers and then pushed on the top of his head, encouraging him to venture further south between my welcoming
legs.

I felt his hot breath on my mound before he dove into my pussy like a starved animal, licking my lips and flicking at my clit,
all the while moaning as if he were the one being pleasured. I pulled his head even closer to me when he inserted first one
finger, then two into my pussy, never once taking his mouth off my throbbing nub. Grinding my hips against his hands and tongue,
I felt my body begin to tense up all over. The tension was released as I gave in to the pleasure of the orgasm as it washed
over me.

My body completely relaxed as William rested his head on my belly. His ass was proudly stuck out behind him and I asked him
to “assume the position” again so that I could admire my work. He bent over the arm of the couch, and I knelt behind him,
feeling the heat rising off his skin even before I touched it.

Again and again I licked his burning skin while stroking his hard cock from behind. My desire grew again as William squirmed
under my tongue. He threw his head back when I licked his balls from behind and warned me that he couldn’t hold out much longer.
Not wanting him to explode until I came again, I stopped what I was doing and slid underneath him. William reached out to
feel the curves of my breasts, lowering his head to take a nipple in his mouth and sucking it to hardness. Then he did the
same for the other nipple. I reached for his cock and wrapped my legs around his lower back. As he bent to kiss my lips, I
unexpectedly pulled him closer with my legs and aimed his hard-on right for my aching hole. Bull’s-eye! He slid into my wetness
with one thrust.

Wide-eyed and out of control, he pounded into me hard and fast. It didn’t take long for me to start shaking and screaming
underneath my sexy man, who erupted inside me shortly after. Oh, it was sheer heaven!

We remained in that position for some time, both too tired to move. “Happy birthday, William,” I finally said. But William
looked worried. When I asked him what was wrong, he expressed his fear that this might be a one-time thing. I assured him
that I had only begun to explore this newfound pleasure and hoped he would teach me more about it. At this, his face lit up
and he gave me a big hug.

—Ms. L.P., Wisconsin

I had been bringing Daye presents of nylon lingerie for about two years, whenever there was some special occasion. She would
always model it for me and that usually led to some pretty wild and wonderful sex. Last January she turned the tables and
really surprised me on my birthday. It was only a moderate-size package, but the card said, “I’ll bet this is what you’ve
been wanting.”

It was too lightweight to be the orbital sander that I had expressed an interest in. Daye wouldn’t tell me what it was or
even give me a hint, and the box sat at the end of the table all through the special dinner she had made for me. I was really
curious as to what it might be, so I pitched in and cleared the table and helped get the dishes finished up fast.

When we were both relaxing with an after-dinner liqueur, Daye said, “Okay, now you can have your present.” I got the ribbon
and the wrapping off in a hurry, and when I had the top off the box I couldn’t believe my eyes. On top were three pairs of
pink nylon panties, and beneath were two pairs of sheer stockings, a garter belt, a half-slip, and a full-length nightgown.

I looked over at Daye and she had a big grin on her face. “I finally figured out why you kept buying me lingerie. I know you
have been wearing some of my things on occasion because you never get them refolded the right way. Now you can have your own
lingerie and tonight you can be the model.”

Well, I was astonished. It was embarrassing to have my secret come out, but at the same time wildly exciting. I went into
the bedroom to undress, but I wasn’t sure how things would work out. The panties were a size seven, unlike Daye’s, which were
a real tight squeeze for me to get into. Everything else fit okay, too, and I was ready to model. I planned to do a sort of
striptease, even though I looked like I had a tent pole sticking out in front. When Daye saw my erection she grinned and said
she’d known I’d enjoy having my very own lingerie. After the fashion show we ended up in bed as usual, and the sex was even
better and wilder than normal.

The next few weeks were wonderful. Daye often suggested that I put on lingerie after dinner, and we had lots of super sex.
She got me some more things, including a couple of bras and a full slip. Once when we were at the mall I helped her pick out
a nightgown for me. That night when I was modeling the new nightgown and bra-and-panty set, I even let Daye take some Polaroids
while I did some very provocative posing.

On the first Friday night in February, Daye handed me a shopping bag and said, “Go put these things on. It’s what you’ll be
wearing most of the time from now on.” When I went to the bedroom I discovered the bag contained a high-waisted, zippered
panty girdle and a long-line bra.

I went back into the living room and said, “This is incredible! You wear stuff like this?”

She said, “No, but I really think you’re going to love the sexy feel of it. Go ahead, try it on.”

I got into the girdle and then struggled to get the hooks and eyes of the bra fastened. I had to try three times before I
got them all done correctly, and though I can do them right now, it was a couple of weeks before I could get them on the first
try.

I slept in panties and a nightgown that night and every night since then, and I have also had to wear the bra and girdle every
day—even to work. I love it. It’s all a wet dream come true.

—Mr. O.V., Kansas

As I entered the house after a long day at work on the Friday of my birthday weekend, I was approached unexpectedly from behind.
The mystery person grabbed my wrists and secured them behind my back with leather cuffs. I was surprised since this mystery
person was my wife, Gwen, who had not shown much interest in bondage fantasies in the past. She proceeded to blindfold me
with a scarf and tell me she intended to make me her love slave for the weekend. That said, she led me down to the basement
and stripped off my jeans and then my underwear. She said my cock would be put to good use and had better perform well, or
else.

As Gwen led me into the unfinished portion of the basement, the coldness on my bare feet sent shivers up my spine. She looped
a rope around my waist several times, knotting it in front. Then she took the loose ends and ran them down between my legs,
framing my cock and balls and spreading my cheeks before tying the ends snugly at the small of my back. Next my ankles were
tied together, and then my knees. She freed my wrists long enough to remove my shirt, then tied them securely behind my back,
hands facing palm to palm. Coils of rope enmeshed my upper body, loops going over my shoulders to knot into the chest coils.
She had done a thorough job, as I discovered when I tried to struggle.

I was told to kneel, which I managed with assistance. I still could not see, being blindfolded, but she rubbed her body against
me and I could smell her arousal. I could tell she was wearing the leather thong I had given her. Her warmth was intoxicating,
and she ordered me to kiss her thong-covered pussy, then her beautiful ass cheeks.

Suddenly she moved away, saying the night had only just begun and I must wait in suspense to see whether she would allow me
to explore her body further. With that, she gagged me and helped me lie down on the floor. Now she completed my restraint,
attaching my bound wrists to my ankles in a classic hog-tie. This was the strictest of bondage, and Gwen left me alone in
it for what seemed like an eternity.

It was as if my wife had kidnapped me and carried me off. I struggled to free myself, but to no avail. I heard the phone ring
and her voice answer, “He’s tied up just now, could you call back later?” Whether the caller knew it or not, she had been
describing my predicament quite literally.