Letters to Penthouse xxxi

He Was Hoping This Evening Would Be the Culmination of Their Romance and It Exceeded His Wildest Expectations

The anticipation of her arrival was almost unbearable. I had prepared the apartment thoroughly. The candles were lit, the incense burning. The stereo played softly in the background. I lit a cigarette and sat nervously, waiting. My mind was abuzz with a million thoughts, but they all blurred together. I had dreamed of this night for so long, and could envision every detail, but now that it was here l could do nothing but let it happen.

Finally I heard her soft rap at the door. I sprang up with one fluid motion and flew toward the entranceway. Opening the door slowly, trying to conceal my eagerness, I saw her. JoAnne—a heavenly vision that was quite breathtaking.

We made eye contact as I ushered her in. Her eyes were a piercing electric blue. I glanced down at the rest of her, enjoying the sight of her feminine frame, knowing that she was watching me look at her beauty. I complimented her on the outfit she was wearing, and she thanked me. We smiled at each other a little nervously, and she looked down shyly as she walked by me. I was intoxicated by her scent. I helped her off with her jacket and offered her a seat on the couch, then went to the kitchen to fetch a bottle of wine and two glasses. I sat next to her on the couch and poured the wine. Our fingers touched as I passed her the glass. I felt the electricity intensely between us, and her smile indicated that she had felt it, too.

We sat back, relaxing into pleasant conversation and the enjoyment of each other's company. She complimented me on my taste in music. I wondered what she was thinking. I was still feeling a little nervous, and I sensed that the same was true of her. After a while I reached out to stroke her arm softly, meaning to relax her and let her feel the gentleness I felt toward her. Our eyes met, and for an instant the world stopped spinning and time stood still.

I leaned in to kiss her softly. She received my lips hesitantly at first. I was content just to taste hers gently, until after a moment they parted to receive my tongue. A deep euphoria filled my body as I put my arms around her and pulled her closer. Her mouth tasted of wine, both the wine she had been drinking and the more intoxicating wine of her special sweetness.

The touch of her lingered on my lips as I drew back and stared into her eyes. Our shared desire was now evident, and I felt very excited, but at the same time more relaxed, knowing that she wanted me as I wanted her, and that there would be further intimacy to come.

But now there was no hurry. JoAnne kicked off her shoes and got more comfortable as I suggested we try some of the sweet culinary delight I had prepared for our enjoyment. Baking is one of my primary delights. I went to the kitchen again and returned with two slices of homemade cheesecake, but only one fork. Sitting next to her again, I sliced off a small bite with the fork and offered it to her. I reveled in the act of serving her this way, and she gracefully let me. Her lips wrapped around the fork very sensually. A small piece of cheesecake stuck to her upper lip, and I leaned in to kiss it off. After she swallowed the bite, she took the fork from me and served up a bit of the cake to me in turn. Then she put down the fork, took my face in her hands, and leaned in to kiss my lips, sharing the sweetness that was still in my mouth.

Her obvious desire was getting to me now. Uncontrollable urges flooded my body. I wanted her—all of her. My skin tingled with excitement at the very touch of her body against mine. I could feel the electricity right through our clothes, but I was impatient to get out of those clothes and satisfy the hunger that had burned in me since we had first met. Searching her eyes as I stroked her hair and played with her ear, I knew that the slowly developing romance we had nurtured over the past few months had been leading inevitably to this moment.

The skin of her neck glistened in the flickering candlelight. Her erect nipples poked out from the thin fabric of her blouse. I leaned in to taste that neck, giving it a gentle flick with my tongue, and she released a breathy moan in response. My hand gently caressed her jaw line, and then trailed down the surface of her skin until it reached the start of her cleavage. Her breathing grew slightly ragged. Raising my head, I again found her lips and felt her passion building further. My hand now cupped the soft mound of her breast, and I massaged her nipple through the blouse. She moved to press her body against mine, running her hands over my shoulders as we shared a long, deep, wet kiss. My tongue probed her mouth intently, and she nibbled it lightly with her teeth.

Casting reservations to the wind now, JoAnne began undoing the buttons on my shirt, and as she did I reached down to pull her blouse over her head. With a quick motion I reached around to unfasten her bra, then pulled the straps off her arms and let it drift to the floor. Her breasts were enticing, and I longed to feel their softness pressed against my chest. Gently, I laid her back on the couch and climbed on top of her, running my tongue teasingly across her nipples, then taking an entire nipple in my mouth and sucking it softly. She arched her back in pleasure. I knew she could feel my penis hardening as it pressed against her thigh, and I in turn could almost feel the warmth of her vagina radiating through her skirt.

The skirt came off easily as she helped me unzip it and pull it off her legs. The moistness of her excitement was visible on her panties. I anxiously anticipated the removal of this last article of clothing, and the pleasure of gazing at all of her. My hands ran lovingly up and down her thighs, stopping at the elastic of her panties, my fingers almost touching her vulva. I smiled down at her, enjoying the vision of her soft pale skin and the gentle curves of her womanhood. On impulse, I abandoned her thighs to run my hands passionately over her breasts, ribs, and stomach. They finally came to rest at her waist-line, and she instinctively arched her hips to allow me to remove her panties. As I did, she began to loosen my belt and open my trousers. Then she sat upright in her full glory and helped me pull the trousers off each leg. She reached up to run her fingers through my chest hair, then gently grabbed the waistband of my boxers and began to pull them slowly downward, catching her breath softly as she released my now fully erect member.

After removing my shorts, JoAnne knelt in front of me and spread my thighs apart, running her hands up from my knees to my groin. She leaned in to take my penis in her mouth, and I shuddered as I felt her hot breath on the tip. Her tongue followed, flicking and circling the head. I was throbbing with excitement, my breath quickening. I reached out to caress her head, playing with her hair as she continued to suck and stroke my engorged cock, lightly massaging my testicles with her fingers as she did. I couldn't hold back an occasional moan as her lips slid up and down on me with just the right amount of pressure.

The pleasure was so intense that I feared losing control and ejaculating too soon. I reached down to stop her, and as she stood up in front of me I pulled her body close to mine and kissed her again. My penis rubbed against her pubic mound, and she took it in her hand and held it throbbing in her fingers. My lips found her nipples again, and my hand ran down her stomach until it reached her clitoris. I massaged it softly at first, then more firmly, enjoying her increasing moistness. We were both almost panting with excitement.

I wanted to taste her, and to give her the same pleasure she had given me. I sat her back down on the couch and knelt between her thighs. I spread her vaginal lips apart and began stroking them up and down. I grazed a finger across her clitoris, then placed two fingers on either side of it, and spread her pussy lips to expose it fully. Leaning in, I began massaging it with my tongue. JoAnne gave a soft cry of pleasure, her body writhing under my ministrations. Her love juices were a pleasant taste on my tongue. I moved my hands up to her breasts and gently tweaked her nipples as I continued to run my tongue up and down over her clitoris and inner labia. My heart sang as I felt her tense with excitement, and then she gave an even louder cry, her muscles contracting and relaxing spasmodically as she surrendered to her orgasm.

I knew she was satisfied for the moment, but I also knew there was more desire in her. I gazed lovingly into her eyes, and she smiled back, still breathless. I stood up and leaned over to kiss her lips, so she could enjoy the taste she had left in my mouth. Her body was glowing with passion and perspiration, and I longed to feel her warm moistness wrapped around me. My cock throbbed again with the thought. I took JoAnne by the hand and pulled her up, suggesting that we adjourn to the bedroom. I let her walk in front of me, so I could watch the poetry of her naked body as it moved. I grabbed her butt cheek and nibbled on her shoulder as we walked up the stairs. She laughed and ran up the rest of the stairs, with me chasing her. We ran into the bedroom and fell on the bed together, laughing.

We were lying side by side, facing each other, and the laughter died as we began exploring each other's body. As much as I wanted her, I knew this was more than just a physical infatuation. Looking deep into her eyes, I told her how much I enjoyed being with her, and wanted to go on being with her. I could see in her eyes that she knew I was being honest with her, but her immediate response was lighthearted. She said I was lucky she had a soft spot for liars and fools, for I surely must be one or the other to be so captivated by her.

We smiled at each other, and then in response to her playfulness I rose with a sudden movement and straddled her body, mischievously tickling her ribs and armpits. JoAnne giggled and tried to tickle me back. And then, in a flash, the playfulness turned into uncontrollable passion. I bent down to kiss her face, my lips frantically traveling over her neck and jaw line before finally rediscovering her waiting mouth. My tongue darted in, encircling hers, then probed the depths of her, trying to reach down her throat. JoAnne was as passionate as I was, gasping into my mouth, her body thrusting upward to rub against my crotch.

The moment we had been building up to all night had arrived. I put one leg between her thighs, and she spread them apart as I moved the other leg into place. I pulled her legs up onto my shoulders as she tilted her pelvis upward to welcome me. She reached between her thighs to stroke my hard penis, then gently guided it to her opening. We looked into each other's eyes, sharing our mutual pleasure, both of us moaning as I moved into her, penetrating her fully. I stayed motionless for a moment to enjoy the long-dreamed-of sensation of being inside her. I couldn't stop gazing at her beautiful face; I wanted to ingrain this moment in my memory forever.

Her warm moistness and the spongy folds of her cervix fit snugly around my penis. Very slowly I began to move in and out of her, alternating upward thrusts with downward ones as I pressed my pubic bone against her clitoris. Not wanting to lose all control, I tried hard to vary my strokes, sometimes thrusting hard and deep, sometimes more slowly and sensuously. JoAnne stuck with me, matching my rhythm the whole time, moaning encouragements as her pleasure increased.

After a while I stopped and held still again, to savor the sight of her beneath me, her panting mouth, her stiff nipples, her vagina stretched tightly around my member. When I resumed, I began to rotate my hips in a circular motion while thrusting in and out of her. I reached down to manipulate her clitoris with a finger as my movements speeded up. JoAnne put her hand on mine, adjusting the pressure of my finger to her liking.

We both sensed that our climax was approaching, and the anticipation fed our excitement. I pressed my shoulders hard against her thighs, nearly folding her in half as I thrust all the way into her. Her thighs spread wider and she wrapped her legs around my back as I propped myself over her, grabbing the edge of the mattress with my free hand. JoAnne's fingers dug into my back as she thrust back at me. We were both panting hard, and now she began to whimper softly in anticipation. Then she gave a deep moan and her vaginal muscles contracted uncontrollably as she climaxed in wave after wave. The spasming of her pussy around my penis brought me to the brink as well. Along with the physical sensation, I was ecstatic to think that I had brought such complete pleasure to her. I kept thrusting as I felt myself passing the point of no return, and then I froze inside her as I began to ejaculate, spurting again and again deep into her squirming pussy.

All the muscles in my body seemed to relax at once, and I collapsed on top of her. We held each other tightly, our hearts beating against each other. Finally I pulled out of her, enjoying the pleasurable sensation that produced, and moved over to lie beside her, gazing upon her body in total amazement and joy. The moment was transcendent; we both knew that this was only the beginning of a long road that we would travel together. I leaned over to kiss her sweet parted lips, trying to express in that caress my satisfaction and gratitude—and my love. And her returning kiss imparted the same message to me. We didn't need words at that moment; all we needed was to be there, together. Holding on to each other, we slowly drifted into sleep—a very deep and very happy sleep.

—G.V., Indianapolis, Indiana

His Wife Surprises Him by Showing Up at His Hotel in Sexy Undies, and in Heat

I travel extensively on business throughout the United States and Canada, and over time I have had the pleasure of visiting many lovely and exquisite hotels. I relish the luxury of a really good hostelry, and when I find one I tend to return to it again and again, whenever I am in the area. The only thing I miss on these sojourns is my beautiful wife of fifteen years, Sally. I usually call her from whatever hotel I'm staying at, to tell her all about it, and often we imagine being there together.

One of my favorite places, one that I've often told Sally about, is the Mark Hopkins Hotel in San Francisco. I love the city as well, and Sally and I have often talked about going there together at some point. But on my last trip west we had not made any particular plans, so you can imagine my surprise and delight when I walked into the hotel and saw her sitting there in the lobby! I'd been on the road for nearly two weeks at that point, and couldn't have been happier to see her.

"Hi, darling," she said as she rose to greet me with a warm hug and a sweet kiss. "Bet you didn't expect to find me here, did you? How would you like a roommate for the night?"

"Absolutely!" I eagerly replied, still in shock at seeing her there. "But what in the world are you doing here?"

"Just had a sudden urge," she said with a smile and a wink. "I took Ivan to my sister's and flew up this afternoon on one of those last-minute airline deals." (Ivan is our eleven-year-old son.)

We hugged again, and I tried to smother myself with her body right there in the lobby of the hotel. Sally is a beautiful woman. At thirty-nine, she's five feet four inches tall and 115 pounds. Her petite and slender body, blonde hair, and blue eyes were a sight for eyes that had not beheld them for weeks. She was wearing her long black woolen coat with the antique rhinestone brooch on the collar. I wondered what she had on under it.

"Well, come on up to the room," I said. "Where's your bag?"

"Oh, this is all I have. I packed light," she told me, motioning to a small carry-on beside the leather sofa. "I'm flying home first thing tomorrow morning."

Sally was quite impressed with the elegance of my accommodations. She pulled off her coat and swept around the spacious suite, admiring the amenities and tasteful decor. Beneath the coat she wore a red sweater that buttoned down the front, a short wraparound skirt, black hose, and a pair of stylish western boots, with just enough heel to enhance her slender body and make her seem a bit taller.

"You look great," I told her, moving to hold her close. I ran my anxious hands down over her butt, trying to detect what she was wearing underneath. Sally is a beautiful woman, as I've said, but she tended to underestimate the power of the right lingerie. She was prone to dress in bras and panties that were more functional than fun. She usually went for cotton jockeys rather than the sheer lacy thongs and frilly undies I always saw her wearing in my fantasies.

"Mmmm, nice," I cooed as I inhaled her scent and ran my hands up and down her body, stopping to admire her nicely proportioned 32B breasts. "What's underneath the fine wrapping?" I wondered out loud as I pulled her sweater away from her chest just enough to peek inside.

"You'll see later," she teased, turning away. "But don't worry," she said, as if reading my dirty mind. "I didn't fly all the way to California to be with you for one night dressed in ordinary cotton underwear."

"Oh, come on," I pleaded. "Just a peek."

"Okay, just one little look." She moved back a few steps, turned away slightly, and unbuttoned the top two or three buttons on her sweater. As she turned back I got just a glimpse of the top of her cute, lacy bra. I recognized it as belonging to the bra-and-panty-slip set I'd gotten for her a few years ago. It was white, made of a sheer ribbed material, and trimmed with lace and ribbon. She'd only worn it once that I could remember, but I recalled how great her lovely little tits looked in it, her nipples faintly visible through the thin material. What excited me most, though, was the thought of her in the matching panty-slip. The panties were thong-style, with a short lacy slip all around that fell lightly over her hips and only a short way down her legs. Regrettably, Sally didn't usually wear thongs. Her ass looked great in them, though, and she knew I'd just as soon she wore nothing else.

My mind raced ahead to the moment—soon, I hoped—when I'd have her out of her sweater and skirt, and down to just the bra and panties I loved seeing her in. I reached out and pulled her to me for a longer, wetter kiss. I love her mouth, and after nearly twenty years I still love kissing her. "Oh, baby, I only caught a glimpse of that sexy little bra you have on. Are you wearing what I hope you're wearing?"

"You'll have to wait," she repeated, running her hand down to my crotch and lightly squeezing my cock, which had already started to get hard in my trousers.

"Oh, please," I begged. "Show me a little more."

"Well, okay, just one more little peek, and then we have to get some dinner. I'm starved."

She drew away from me, the hand on my crotch being the last part of her to break contact. I scarcely recognized the sultry look on her face as she reached up to unfasten another button. What had come over my conservative little wife? She watched me watching her as she ran both hands up over her rib cage, cupped her breasts and pushed them together, creating a sexy cleavage and pushing more of her bra into view through the top of her unbuttoned sweater. Smiling slightly, she lightly pinched her nipples, making them poke out just a little against the cloth.

"That's all for now," she said, releasing her tits. "Let's go eat."

She had her sweater buttoned up, her coat on, and her body halfway out the door before I snapped out of my trance. Never in all the years I'd known her had Sally used her body in such an erotic way, putting on a little show just for me. Mind you, she was a terrific lover, and we enjoyed some positively Olympic sex sometimes. But our love life, like that of many long-married couples, I suppose, tended to be more predictable than erotic. The sexual experimentation of our early married years had long since become a memory that I'd occasionally conjure up when I masturbated. So seeing her before me with that naughty look on her face, her nipples hard under her knit sweater, in her new boots, really made me wonder what was in store later in the evening. Right then, food was the furthest thing from my mind.

At dinner Sally chatted about things at home, and I was afraid those few splendid moments in the hotel room would be all there was, other than maybe a quick romp before we fell asleep. Until we had finished eating. Then Sally slid close to me in the booth and told me that she loved me. She ran her hand up my thigh, and didn't seem to mind when mine crept under the hem of her short skirt. She must have sensed my anxiety, because she said, "Don't worry, sweetheart, I'm saving dessert for you. My pussy has never been sweeter than it is right now, and I'm dying for you to put your tongue in it for me." She reached over to squeeze my hand, encouraging me to move it further up her smooth leg. It wasn't until that moment that I realized she was wearing thigh-highs, rather than pantyhose. Touching the bare flesh above her stockings was a thrill that sent a warm wave throughout my entire body, and straight to my dick. Glancing around to see if anyone could see what we were up to, she encouraged my eagerness again by putting her head on my shoulder and moaning softly, "Touch me."

"Touch you where?" I said teasingly, but my hand continued up her thigh until it found the lacy material of her slip. She parted her legs a bit more and shifted toward me. I'd fantasized more than once about playing with my wife's pussy under the table in a public place, and now it seemed it was about to happen. I reached higher, feeling the warmth of her crotch. But just then the waiter came by to check on us.

"Is there anything else I can get you?" he asked.

"Just the check," I answered. Now I couldn't wait to get back to the hotel. I paid the check and we headed out the door.

"Let's go in here," Sally said, smiling at me teasingly as we passed a bar.

"No, let's go back to the hotel, dear. I want to pick up where we left off." My eagerness was obvious, but Sally had other ideas.

"Look," she said, peering through the window. "This place has saddles for bar stools. Let's have another drink, and I'll try my boots out in the stirrups."

She practically pulled me inside. The bar wasn't very busy, and only a few stools were occupied. A few more patrons were scattered around the place. I sat down near the end of the bar, away from the door. Sally stood between me and the next stool, her arm around me as she stroked my neck and kissed me. The bartender came over for our order, and Sally ordered two beers, and two shots. What had come over her? I wondered again. She hadn't done shots since before our son was born. She got onto the saddlelike bar stool then, stepping into the stirrup and swinging her leg over the saddle. With her long wool coat hanging down behind her, only I could see how high up her leg her skirt had ridden. I could see the dark tops of her stockings, and the bottom of her slip peeking out below the hem.

She reached for the shot glass, held it up as if to toast the occasion, and threw the liquor down her throat. She shuddered, then looked at me and smiled, running her hands up her legs. "Wooo," she breathed. "Another one of those and I'll be taking my clothes off right here." She slid off the saddle, took off her coat, and got back on, this time sidesaddle, facing me. Now I could practically see all the way up her legs to her panties. She looked sexier than ever, and she was really getting into this.

"Sweetheart," I said, "shall we go back to the hotel now?"

She just nodded, then slid off the saddle and planted another light kiss on my cheek.

I led her back to the hotel and up to the suite. Inside it was toasty warm from the fireplace. The air was electric with excitement. I reached to unbutton her sweater, but Sally stopped me.

"No, let me," she teased. "You sit back and watch." She sat on the edge of the high bed and waved me into the big lounge chair beside it. Then she gathered several of the huge pillows that adorned the bed and arranged them behind her. Leaning back on them, she ran her hands up her legs, pushing at her skirt until it was bunched up nearly to her waist. There before me was a vision, one that I'd been imagining ever since she had greeted me in the hotel lobby. God, was she beautiful!

With her legs spread slightly, she began to lightly touch the damp crotch of her panties. I had never seen Sally do anything that made me more excited than I was at that moment. I wished I had a video camera as she lay before me in her special panties, playing with herself. While one hand continued to caress her pussy, the other now started to push her sweater up. As her lovely breasts came into view, I thought my cock was going to burst out of my pants. I had to shift around to get more comfortable. As I leaned back on the chair, Sally asked me if I liked watching her touch herself.

"Oh, sweetie, nothing could be better at this minute," I told her honestly. As she continued the show she became bolder. Her panties were wet now, and occasionally she'd pull them aside to show me her juicy little cunt.

As she slipped her skirt and sweater off, she told me to take off my pants, too. I was only too happy to oblige. They had gotten uncomfortable, and I was dying to touch my cock. It was hard enough to cut diamonds, and a drop of come had seeped from the head.

Sally propped her feet on the bed and thrust her hips forward to the edge, giving me an even more incredible view of what she was showing me. She was getting really excited now, her fingers slipping between the folds of her vagina and running over her clit.