Letters to Penthouse xxx

Her Old College Boyfriend Turns Out to Have Grown—In More Ways Than One

My estranged husband has been living in Mexico for the past year, and I have been pretty horny. Then last week I met Simon, an ex-boyfriend of mine who I fucked when I was in college. Well, I'm a lot older now, and so is he, but it seems we still go for each other.

We went out the night we re-encountered each other, and the next day we made plans again, but this time I invited him to my house. My house was the perfect spot for what we both knew we wanted to do.

He arrived early, and I told him I was just about to take a shower. He thought that was a fine idea. He took me to the bathroom and undressed me right in the shower stall. In a minute my tank top was off, releasing my breasts and revealing my big swollen nipples. They were just aching to be sucked, and boy did he suck them! He took his attention off them just long enough to strip himself and turn on the water. Then we spent a long time washing each other.

When I was so hot that I felt I was about to burst, Simon told me to towel off and go to the bedroom. "Don't get under the sheets," he instructed me. "Just lie on top of them."

I did what I was told. I must have closed my eyes for a moment, because the next thing I felt was someone sucking my toes. This was a surprise, because I was so accustomed to my husband starting from the top of me; no one had ever started from the bottom before! He sucked my feet and licked up my legs, and I can't even describe the feeling. This man was stirring up things in me that I never even knew were there.

As his lips traversed my inner thigh, he surprised me again. "I want you to masturbate," he told me. I had never done that in front of a man before, but his watching me turned me on so much that I amazed myself by actually coming under his gaze.

"Are you okay?" he asked, smiling. "May I eat your pussy now?"

I would have begged him to eat my pussy, but all I said was, "Yes." And he did so, licking and sucking and nibbling, as I held on to his head, whining and moaning with the pleasure of it. Pretty soon my come was all over his face. And then he did it again. "Oh yes, yes!" I cried as I came a second time, and he grinned up at me, licking his lips.

What I saw next was the biggest dick I'd seen in a long time. I swear it must have grown a lot bigger since our college days. I quickly took it in my mouth and tried to deep-throat it, but I could not get all the way down on him. It tasted good, though. But the best was yet to come.

Simon spread my knees, placed a pillow below me and put his beautiful strong cock in my pussy. It felt as though he was clearing all the debris out from inside of me. My poor pussy had not been fucked in months, but now it was fucked all right, until I was practically screaming with the joy of it.

To finish off he pumped his load into my mouth, and I swallowed it as if it was champagne. As we rested I tried to tell him how great he was, but he just smiled at me and said, "That was just for starters. Just wait till I put it up your ass."

I told him I would wait, but that I hoped I wouldn't have to wait too long. And I didn't.

—G.N., Troy, New York

She Played the Jealousy Game: She Showed Him Hers, So I'll Show You Mine

It all started when my wife Annabel and I attended a birthday party for one of my friends. We arrived late, as usual, and found that most of the people there were already drunk. One of the women, Virginia, was so drunk that she seemed to take a liking to me, and went out of her way to introduce herself to me. Annabel, who was the jealous type, told me to stay away from her, and I told her not to worry.

A little while later Annabel, who had been talking to some friends of hers, came up to me and told me to stop staring at Virginia. I didn't understand what she was talking about, until she pointed out that from where I was sitting I could clearly see up Virginia's dress, and that she was obviously not wearing anything underneath.

I explained to Annabel that she had nothing to worry about. You have to understand that my wife is a beautiful woman, with a very hot body, and the fact was that Virginia was just not my type. Annabel relaxed somewhat and went off again.

About an hour or so later Virginia came up to me and said she was leaving and hoped to see me again sometime. Then, taking me off guard, she threw her arms around me, gave me a kiss and left.

Annabel, having seen this, was now fuming, and she told me she was going home. I said I was ready to go, but Annabel told me she was going alone, and that I might as well stay and enjoy myself. Since she was taking the car, I asked her how I was supposed to get home. Annabel replied that she didn't give a damn and walked off.

I figured I should just let her cool off for a while, and a couple of hours later I got a friend to give me a ride home. When I arrived Annabel was in bed but still awake, and she began to apologize. She was wearing a sexy nightgown, and I knew she wanted to make up by having sex. When I joined her in bed she was extremely horny and kept me busy for several hours of hot juicy nonstop fun. She even let me come in her mouth after I had fucked her.

At the time I thought she was just trying to make up for her bad behavior at the party, but a couple of weeks later I found out why she was so hot that night, when she broke down and told me what had happened.

It seems that when Annabel left the party she was followed by a slight acquaintance of ours named Gerald. He caught up with her when she stopped off at a nearby convenience store, saying he wanted to make sure that she was okay. Annabel told him she was fine; she was just going to buy a bottle of wine and go home and get drunk. Gerald told her he had some good wine at his house, and said he was a good listener, so she followed him home.

Annabel told me that she had been so mad at me that she downed two or three large glasses of wine as she bitched and cried about how I had sat around watching while Virginia flashed me her pussy. Sobbing now, Annabel told Gerald that she was way better looking than Virginia was, and then said that she should show him, Gerald, her pussy, just to get even with me. Gerald didn't exactly encourage her to do that, but he didn't say anything to discourage her either. Annabel actually went into Gerald's bathroom and removed her jeans and panties, determined to show Gerald her pussy to teach me a lesson. She had on a shirt with a long tail, but when she returned she got cold feet and left the shirt where it was.

Gerald was smart enough not to push her; he just refilled her glass of wine. They talked some more, and after a while she relaxed a little and started to flirt with him. Of course she knew he was trying to get her drunk enough to get a look under her shirt. At one point he put on some music and asked her to dance. She said no, she just wanted to finish her wine and go home. She thanked him for being kind enough to listen to her, and then got up to give him a hug and a friendly kiss.

As they hugged, Annabel could feel his dick getting hard. What with all the wine she had drunk, and the flirting, she became very flushed and her pussy started to drip. When they separated Gerald noticed her arousal and kissed her again, this time more seriously, while running his hands up under her shirt. That was it—the flirting was over, and she put up no resistance as he fucked her right there on his couch.

After they fucked Annabel felt terrific, but also a little guilty, as she had never been unfaithful before. She went straight home, took a shower, and waited for me to get back. It was then that we had that great sexual session, but she didn't tell me about what had happened with Gerald until some time later.

Gerald called Annabel at work a few days after the party and suggested she stop by his house to retrieve her panties and bra, which she had left there that night. Annabel stopped by that evening. Gerald gave her back her underwear, along with a videotape. She asked what was on the tape, and he said she should watch it when she was alone. She was curious, however, and said she wanted to see it, so Gerald played it for her. Annabel was shocked to discover that he had taped their activities that night. At first she was indignant, but as she watched the tape she became excited all over again, and she ended up astonishing herself by going down on her knees and giving him a blowjob.

Annabel couldn't believe she had reacted that way, and later that week, when Gerald called her at work again and asked her to stop by his house one more time, she told him no. Then he told her that he now had another tape, this one of her sucking him off the last time she'd been there. She still refused, but as she thought about it she was again filled with curiosity and passion. Finally she called him back and said she wanted to look at the tape. Gerald asked her to remove her bra and panties before she came this time. Unsure of what she was getting herself into, she almost didn't go; but in the end she did, wearing only her skirt and blouse.

When she got to Gerald's house she found that he was entertaining two friends of his whom she had never met. She started to leave, but Gerald took her aside and told her that his friends were really anxious to meet her, especially since he had showed them her tapes. Annabel knew she should be angry and insulted, but the fact was, as Gerald had suspected, that the thought of some strange men watching tapes of her having sex turned her on intensely. She couldn't believe how aroused she was. She finally agreed to hang around and accepted a glass of wine.

She couldn't have been too surprised when, as she was drinking her wine, Gerald started to play with her and run his hand up her skirt. When the two other guys saw that she had no panties on, they joined in the fun. Annabel just gulped down her glass of wine and got another. She knew what was about to happen, and she also figured that Gerald was taping the whole thing, but this only made her more excited.

In the next hour she fucked all three guys, and most of the time she had a dick in her mouth and one in her pussy at the same time. I wondered why she got home so late that night, and I found out when I followed her to the bedroom and she started to change clothes. She had hickeys, red marks, and come all over her body. When I asked her what had happened, she broke down and told me the whole story.

She told it apologetically and almost fearfully, but as she went through it I could see that she was getting excited again. And for some strange reason, I was getting hot as well. When she was finished, Annabel noticed that my dick had gotten hard. She finished stripping and told me to go ahead and fuck her, to fuck her as hard as everyone else had that evening. I could not stop myself. I laid her back on the bed and licked every inch of her beautiful body, including her full pussy. Then I fucked her harder than I had for a long time, and she responded with wild passion, coming again and again.

The next day, in celebration of our new open relationship, Annabel and I planned a surprise for Gerald. Annabel called him up and said she wanted to meet him at a bar, and that she would again leave off her panties and bra. What Gerald didn't know was that I would be accompanying her. When we walked into the bar, Gerald turned white as he saw me. When I told him I had a surprise for him he looked even worse, thinking I was going to beat him up or something. Instead, I pulled Annabel's dress up to show him her pussy, and then told him to follow us. We went to the parking lot and got into our car, where Annabel proceeded to give him a blowjob while I watched.

Watching my wife with another man close up and in person was even more erotic than hearing her tell about it. Annabel and I now visit Gerald's house regularly, and he gives us copies of all the tapes he makes of the three of us, and sometimes of Annabel and his friends as well.

All I can say is, thank you, Virginia, wherever you are.

—Name and address withheld

At Her Husband's Barbecue Party He Gave Her His Own Brand of Special Sauce

I've been secretly fucking Liz for over three months now. I'm a professional soccer player, and in my spare time I help a friend coach a youth league team. Liz is the mother of one of the kids on the team, and the fact that she's married makes it all the more exciting. At thirty-five, she's a few years older than I am, hot and sultry, with nice tits and a great ass. We started flirting with each other from the time we met, and the tension just kept building up, until one afternoon she showed up at my apartment. She admitted that she'd been fantasizing about me for months, and knowing that her fat husband can't satisfy her like I can is a huge turn-on. Since then we've been fucking close to four times a week, mostly at my place, where it's safe.

Last weekend, however, we expanded our horizons. Liz and her husband had a barbecue and pool party at their house, and Liz invited me. She was wearing a sweet blue bikini, and my cock was hard from the instant I arrived. All afternoon she gave me sly glances, but I knew the chances for sex were slim with all the people there. But at one point I went inside to go to the bathroom, and when I came out Liz was standing at the door.

She led me down the stairs to the basement, and immediately went down on me. The sense of danger was intense, with the knowledge that her husband and friends were just outside. It might have been the most turned on I'd ever been, and she seemed to have no inhibitions as she sucked on my swollen manhood. I came quickly, spurting my load all over her bikini.

Liz then went into a frenzy, begging me to fuck her on the spot. I reached under her thong and started to probe her saturated cunt with my fingers. I knew fucking her would be a huge risk, because Liz is the loudest screamer I've ever had. Several times at my place I had pounded her into ecstasy while she moaned loud enough for my neighbors to hear. But she wouldn't take no for an answer, so I propped her against the wall and slid my throbbing cock into her tight wet snatch.

We could hear the people chattering outside over our heavy breathing, and a few times I thought I could make out her husband's voice. As I began picking up the pace, Liz's squeals got louder. She said that she couldn't help it, that my nine inches made her scream all the time. I turned her around and bent her over a worktable, fucking her from behind while she chewed on an old shirt to stifle her screams. Her muffled moans intensified as I started jackhammering her, her head bouncing like a basketball. With a few more thrusts, her pussy tightened around my shaft like a clamp, and she let out a climactic squeal. As she came hard, I pulled out of her and erupted also. Liz swung around and took my load on her stomach, rubbing my white-hot essence all over her body. It was so exhilarating that I had to kiss her hard to keep from letting out a groan myself.

The whole thing had taken barely ten minutes, and nobody had caught us. The only problem now was that Liz had my come all over her body, and her skin had turned a bright pink from her thunderous orgasm. She toweled off and ran upstairs at top speed for a quick shower, while I got dressed and went back outside. Nobody had noticed our absence, and in a few minutes Liz returned in a new swimsuit. Her husband asked her what had happened to her blue bikini, and with a sly glance at me, she told him she'd spilled something on it. Little did he know it was my semen.

—D.L., Fargo, North Dakota

He Works Nights, His Wife Works Days, and His Wife's Friend Works Him Over

I had never met Erin, my wife Gale's best friend from high school, until she came out for a visit about a year after Gale and I were married. Gale worked days and I worked nights, so I was at work when Gale picked her up at the airport. By the time I got home both women had gone to bed.

When I got up the next day Gale had gone to work, leaving Erin and me alone in the house. I had forgotten all about Erin's visit, and when I walked out into the kitchen I was wearing only my pajamas. Gale had told me that Erin was a looker, but I wasn't prepared for what I saw when I walked into the room.

She was sitting at the kitchen table over a cup of coffee, wearing only a nightgown. She looked up when I came in, a smile on her moist, voluptuous lips. She was pretty enough to be a model. Dark hair curled softly over her shoulders, setting off her pretty, cream-complexioned face. Her large eyes were so green that I wanted to drown in them. Under a cute nose those sexy lips looked ready for endless nights of erotic delights.

The nightgown she wore was open enough in the front to show a good portion of her large, pointed boobs, and through it I could see the shadow of her dark areolae. Her plump nipples, begging to be kissed and sucked, made small bumps in the material.

"Hi," she said in a low, sultry voice. "I'm Erin."

"Glad to know you, Erin," I answered, taking the small, soft hand she held out to me. "Pardon me for coming out like this. I forgot that you were coming in last night."

"Hey, it's fine with me. Nothing I'd rather see than a good-looking guy in pajamas." As she spoke her gaze traveled over my body, pausing just long enough on the growing bulge in the front of my pajama bottoms to tell me she found it very interesting.

"Coffee?" she asked, getting to her feet.

"Sure," I said, sitting down. "Thanks."

As she rose from her chair and turned toward the coffeemaker, I got a look at a pair of the most gorgeous ass cheeks I'd ever seen. The well-oiled movement of those beauties as she walked sent a shiver of excitement down my spine that had my balls throbbing and my cock fully erect.

As she returned with a cup of coffee, her eyes went to the now serious bulge in the front of my pajamas, and her pink tongue darted out, moistening her sexy lips. Raising my head, I looked up into her eyes. The look she gave me told me that she knew exactly what was going through my mind, and I could see she didn't mind at all.

I might have finessed the situation if she hadn't licked her lips when she glanced at my boner, but that was too much. As she put my coffee down and lowered that sweet rounded ass of hers into her chair, I got to my feet and stepped in front of her. I pulled my hard, throbbing meat out of my pajamas with one hand, gently pulling her face into my crotch with the other. She didn't try to pull away. Her lips were warm and soft against my cock. Reaching up, she gently cupped my throbbing balls, while her other hand skinned my cock back, exposing its swollen, wine-red knob. Slipping her lips over it, she began to lightly circle the rim of my glans with the tip of her tongue. That sent a surge of liquid fire into my pounding balls, and I felt the approach of a bone-crushing climax.

I guess my throbbing balls told her I was going to come, because she suddenly withdrew and got to her feet just before I shot my load. She lifted her nightgown up to her waist, showing me her luxurious pelt. Then, lying back on the table with her knees raised and her legs spread, she gave me a clear view of the prettiest damn pussy I've ever seen. Under her lush bush I could see every fold of her inviting pussy lips. Stepping close to her, I slipped the swollen head of my rock-hard boner into her warm, succulent opening.

She inhaled sharply as I pushed my meat into her, going deep into her tight, volcanic pussy. Wrapping her legs around my waist, she pulled me deeper inside her. I slipped her nightgown off her shoulders and began to kiss her big beautiful tits and suck her erect nipples. Slowly at first, and then more violently, she rocked her pelvis into me, meeting every thrust of my cock. I felt gentle spasms in her pussy that quickly grew stronger. I'd never felt anything like it before. I was in heaven. I was rushing toward the edge. I tried to hold back, but it was impossible. Suddenly I exploded into her, shooting what seemed like endless spurts of come deep into her pussy.

When it was over I sank back in my chair, thoroughly drained. My pajama bottoms were down around my ankles, and it was clear that my debilitated dick was down for the count.

But I could see that our lovemaking had really lit Erin's fire. She sank to her knees between my legs, turning her green eyes up to me. "God, you were great!" she said. The smile on her sexy lips sent a tingle of excitement down the length of my weary warrior. Taking my rod in her hand, Erin began to pump it gently. Soon, detecting signs of revival in my twitching manhood, she skinned it back and slipped her lips over the head. Her soft, warm mouth on my cock soon had it standing tall again. When it was good and hard, Erin got to her feet and turned her back to me. Lifting her nightgown to her waist, she gave me another glimpse of those mouth-watering buttocks. Then, lowering her ass to my lap, she grasped my tool in her fingers and guided it into her pussy. Sliding down all the way, she impaled herself on the length of it. I slipped my hands under her nightgown to stroke her firm round boobs and run my fingers over her erect nipples.

She began to bob slowly up and down on me. Soon, I felt her body stiffen, and then we both came at the same time, the powerful spasming of her pussy draining every drop of come out of my balls.

Erin was the greatest. She stayed for almost two weeks, and every day, while my wife was at work, I fucked her till I dropped. I know she liked it, too, because now she comes out several times a year and I fuck her ears off every chance I get. Sure, I still love my wife, and fuck her a lot, but Erin is the frosting on the cake. The part you like to eat most.

—T.J., Baltimore, Maryland

With Prompting From an Old Friend, She Made It a Valentine's Day to Cherish

Recently I received a letter from a high-school friend, looking to reunite and catch up on old times.

I was thirty-three, nearing five years of marriage, with young children, and in a period of self-awareness in the midst of a demanding and stressful life. I had begun to steal time for myself—going to the gym, writing short stories and poetry —which provided short-term stress reduction. I was fortunate to have a lot of friends, female and male, for support, company, and fun.

When I got Michael's letter out of the blue after fifteen years, I didn't hesitate to take him up on his suggestion we get together over coffee or a drink. I was eager to meet him. The last time I'd seen him he was a boy of nineteen. Now he would be a man of thirty-four. I looked forward to seeing what had become of him. That in itself was exciting, even if we didn't hit it off.

We decided to meet at a bar in the city the next time he came into town. When the time came, I arrived first and ordered a glass of wine while I waited. The glass had just touched my lips once—I didn't even have time to swallow—when Michael walked in. I had some idea what to expect from a picture he e-mailed me, which had been taken two years ago. But pictures don't capture a person's essence, so it was no surprise that I was stunned when I saw him. I almost choked on the wine.

Once he saw me, he laughed at my obviously flustered state. He walked quickly over to my table. Before I had a chance to stand up and greet him, he threw his arms around me, engulfing me in a warm and affectionate embrace. My heart raced, and my skin heated up instantly.

Michael withdrew his hold on me and ordered a drink, then just sat there staring at me in silence. Finally he commented on my supposedly "unchanged appearance" and "obvious knockout body." I was wearing tight black velour pants, high-heeled leather boots, and a tight black sweater that revealed just enough cleavage from my small breasts. My blonde hair clung to my back and flowed over each breast just enough to reveal small mounds under my sweater on each side. It was a good thing I'd decided to wear a bra, or my erect nipples would have shown right through the minute he walked in the door.

Michael looked awfully good to me. His short jet-black hair and sculpted facial features had me in awe, and his soft, full lips prompted flashbacks from many years ago, when I remembered them devouring my erect nipples. I remembered how soft and wet they felt as he took each of my breasts in his mouth.

Before my velour pants became too wet, Michael brought my attention back with a question. My focus settled on his brown eyes—and a woman could get lost in them forever. I forced my focus elsewhere. His medium build appeared flawless. It looked as if those fifteen years had been good to him physically.

There he was in front of me for my eyes to feast on. I was able to escape to a different world. I began to live in the moment of the night.

We each had a couple more drinks. The conversation was dynamic, going back and forth between past, present, and future—in particular our joint past, present, and future. After my third glass of wine, I found myself completely absorbed by Michael's electrifying sexuality. I had been constantly turned on through almost two hours of talk, and from his responses to me I knew I had been sending out my own sexual vibes.