Read Letters to Penthouse XXII Online
Authors: Penthouse International
Caitlin said she would do anything to prove that I was the one she still loved. I told her that it was okay, and that no harm had been done. I was surprised to find that I was excited by the idea of another man lusting after my gorgeous wife, and decided to take full advantage of the raging hard-on that had steadily expanded in my pants since she’d begun her confession of infidelity.
I unzipped my fly and removed my formidable eight-inch prong. Caitlin immediately understood what she was supposed to do. She assumed an apologetic position on her knees, and generously opened her mouth to receive my fleshy lance. Within seconds, I was spurting copious amounts of warm, white semen into her mouth as my devoted wife showed me just how much she appreciated my cock.
I then lifted the lovely woman and carried her in my arms into the kitchen. I laid her down on the kitchen table and spread her legs wide. Her cunt was pink and glistening with her arousal. I stuck a finger in and sampled her honey sweetness. It tasted good. Then I balled her on the table for what seemed like hours.
“Hey, girl,” I panted as I thrust my cock home time and again, “think your friend could run the ramrod into you the way I can?” She replied by bringing her legs a little higher on my back, locking her ankles, and moaning how much she loved me. It was a good enough answer.
We both came three or four times that night. It was clear to both of us that Caitlin’s newfound relationship with her striking boss was going to be a boon, not a hindrance, to our sex.
It was about a week before Caitlin was scheduled to usher again and we both looked forward to the evening with great anticipation. When the night came, I watched her get dressed and offered help. I suggested that she wear her black mini-dress that was formal in style, but very, very short. It also boasted a plunging neckline that I knew would showcase her beautiful breasts. Short skirt, plunging neckline: she’d be spectacular, high and low!
Caitlin immediately agreed to the suggestion and I could tell she was thinking about Nathan’s reaction to the dress, and her body beneath it. As she was about to leave, I hugged her and told her that I loved her. I encouraged her to enjoy herself with Nathan, but asked her please to refrain from fucking him. I still wanted to keep Caitlin’s pussy for my cock alone.
That request seemed to heighten her tension and I could tell that she was getting very excited (she all but squeaked!) with her thoughts about the evening ahead. Erect and horny as hell at the sight of my woman about to leave for an encounter with a good-looking stranger, I pushed her up against the dressing table. I pulled her skirt up, revealing her skimpy, white-lace panties.
I pulled them down to discover that she had trimmed her pussy hair, leaving her pretty lips pretty bare. I went down on her, sucking at her labia. She came almost immediately, but I kept it up until she shuddered a second time with a second orgasm.
When I finally finished eating her pussy, she started to pull her panties back on. With a mischievous look in my eyes, I stopped her and told my good wife she didn’t need to wear them tonight. The excited look in her eyes excited me as well. She kissed me good night and went out, no doubt feeling the cool of the evening under her skirt. She could use a little cooling off there, I told myself proudly.
I waited about ten minutes and then left for the arts center myself, having secretly bought a ticket to the performance. I went into the theater on the opposite side from where Caitlin was working. After being seated, I watched her showing couples to their seats. I wouldn’t have missed this night’s “command performance” for anything.
When the show started, the ushers took their posts, standing by the doors. I kept an eye on my wife and before too long a young, very good-looking man spoke to her and left. Caitlin looked around cautiously and then slipped out the door behind him.
A few minutes later I got up and followed them. I went out into the deserted lobby, not knowing where they’d gone. I listened for a moment and suddenly heard an all-too-familiar gasp, and a throaty moan. Who else could it be but my wonderful wife?
I followed the female sex sounds down a hallway to a door. It was slightly ajar and I was able to peek in. Inside I saw Caitlin embracing the young stud that she’d left with. This was Nathan.
He looked about six-two, was lean with a hard body and a great tan. He had short black hair that fell over his face in boyish bangs. He could easily have been a male model. I had imagined him hard to resist and in reality, he just had to be!
And Caitlin wasn’t resisting in the least. They were kissing deeply and my wife had her back up against a desk, leaning back onto it. Nathan ran his hand up her right leg as they kissed. As I watched, he pushed her skirt up and felt her pussy. His reaction to finding a shaved quim exposed without panties was an immediate grin and a grunt of pure satisfaction. I pictured his stud pole rising just a little.
She reasserted a lusty moan as Nathan leaned her back onto his desk, with her skirt hiked above her waist. He went to work. I was attendant to the theater of the aroused.
Gaining a monstrous erection in my boxers, I watched as the stud’s wet finger slid in and out of her hungry pussy. She came loudly and he lost no time going down on his knees, pushing his hard, handsome face into that area that, at my suggestion, she’d left uncovered.
She shrieked for joy as he lapped up her juices. I watched from the doorway as she writhed under him, while I was rubbing my hard dick in my trousers. Caitlin was crying out quite audibly, begging for more of what this stud had for women in general and her hi particular. I watched her face intently as she came over and over again.
Finally, Nathan stood up, his face wet from my wife’s pussy juice. Caitlin had slumped back over the desk with her eyes closed. I watched Nathan drop his pants and expose his hard-on, at that moment outraged with desire. I was impressed to see that his curved boner seemed to be ten inches long and thick as my wrist. He was circumcised, revealing a cockhead the size of a golf ball. This guy was a horse of a fellow—truly a stud.
Caitlin still had her eyes closed, as Nathan leaned over and kissed her. My heart sank but my own hard-on swelled as I heard my wife huskily whisper, “Fuck me Nathan, fuck me.”
My naughty wife was clearly going beyond the limits that we had both set for her raunchy encounter, and expressly going against my request. I mean, see my point: orgasms galore, if you could find a way to have them (and she could!). But keep your love-channel free of complete invasion, I was telling her, but all in vain.
But despite my jealousy at the thought that her tight cunt was about to be filled with another man’s cock, however magnificent, I was too aroused to intervene. I, too, wanted the show to go on, and pulled my dick out of my fly for better access.
Nathan was equally impressed with the spectacle of the woman wide open before him. I saw the man guide his monster prick into her. At the moment of contact, her eyes snapped open and she exclaimed, “Yes! That’s right, lover! Oh yeahhhh!”
Instinctively, Caitlin lifted her legs up and crossed them over Nathan’s back as he went to town on what I knew to be another man’s box. As he pumped in and out of her, she slumped back again and started moaning for dear life, grunting out orders for Nathan to probe harder and deeper. As he fucked her like a dog in heat, I stroked my cock, knowing I would ejaculate any time now.
It wasn’t long before they both came, shaking and groaning. Not a moment too soon, I shot cream all over my hand at the sight of their bliss. They embraced and lightly stroked each other for a little while and then Nathan jumped up exclaiming that he was late for the intermission. He pulled his pants on, gave Caitlin a quick kiss and dashed out.
I pulled back and hid behind the door so he didn’t see me as he left, Then I walked into the office. Caitlin was still spread-eagled on the desk with her skirt hiked up around her waist. When she saw me she sat up with a sly smile, knowing I had been a witness to her satisfying infidelity.
Knowing the stud would be busy for the next fifteen minutes, I promptly dropped my pants and followed Nathan’s example, plunging in and pumping her wildly. Caitlin was pleased to get such a vigorous fucking from me so soon after having been serviced by another man.
Aroused beyond description, we both came in five minutes. Then we kissed each other lovingly and she thanked me for allowing her to have the experience. I thanked her for being such a sexy, provocative wife. We both agreed that it was a tremendous performance at the arts center that evening, and now make Caitlin’s cheating and my watching a regular part of our sex life.—
O.P., Madison, Wisconsin
There she was, the hot young woman I had lusted after for years, finally sitting completely naked in front of me. There was only one small problem. I couldn’t touch her, since we were separated by a glass partition.
I had first noticed Connie about three years ago, when she started working as a waitress at a club near my office. She was everything I could have asked for in a woman—tall, with long red hair and the type of body you generally only see in skin magazines. She was slender, with huge tits and long powerful legs that led up to an ass designed by an Olympian sex god.
I was too intimidated by her stunning looks to ask her out. But I secretly lusted after her as I watched her as a waitress in her short skirts. After the club went out of business, I lost track of Connie for a few years. Then one night, I was pleasantly surprised to see her when I walked into a local strip club.
I was in heaven as I watched her dance clad in nothing but a G-string and a smile. I was even more surprised when she recognized me and came over to talk to me after she got offstage. After that night, I became a regular. She always had a smile and a few minutes to share between dances. Then one night when I came in she wasn’t there. I asked the doorman, but he either didn’t know where she was or didn’t want to tell me. The other strippers were equally not helpful.
For six months I kept coming back to the club, expecting to see my fantasy girl, but she never showed. I stopped going, too frustrated. Then I got a girlfriend, April, and she was more than enough to keep me occupied. But always in the back of my mind there was Connie.
One day, coming home from a late night at the office, I passed by the club and decided to check it out for the hell of it. I was pleasantly surprised to see that Connie was back, doing what she did best. After coming offstage, she came over to talk to me.
I asked her where she’d been hiding herself, and she told me that she had been working modeling lingerie. She told me that I ought to come down to see the place. She promised that if I did I would get a show out of her that I would never forget.
That night I went over to my girlfriend’s apartment and fucked her with unusual energy. She wondered what had made me so horny, but I kept my lips zippered shut—and fucked her again, just to divert her mind. The next night I decided to take Connie up on her offer. I came after hours as instructed, and the sexy stripper let me in with a comforting smile.
She showed me into the modeling studio that was made up of one room separated by a glass partition. My side of the room contained a comfortable chair and not much else. Connie appeared on the other side of the glass where there was a small stage with pillows scattered about. It was like some kind of a sex show, only meant to be respectable, because it was in a chic downtown store.
Connie started out by modeling a few teddies that she looked fantastic in. Then it was time for the main show. She had slid the partition open a crack, so we could hear each other speak. As Connie started to take off the last teddy, she told me to feel free to make myself more “comfortable” and pointed out some lotion and tissues located on a small table next to my chair. She had obviously prepared for my visit.
She was sitting on the stage, her beautiful body just a few feet away. Then she spread her long legs, and I saw her lovely pussy. Connie was completely shaved except for a small patch of red hair above her clit. I undid my fly and let my enormous pole jut out. Connie eyed my erection appreciatively, her smile expanding remarkably. Then, showtime!
She started out by posing in a variety of positions, showing me every possible inch of her body. My favorite was when she got on her hands and knees with her beautiful ass pointed right at my face. Her round ass was a sight for sore eyes—and flaccid dicks, maybe. I had no trouble getting it up, but I thought that Connie’s ass in your face the way it was now in mine would be a sure cure for impotence.
She then reached her hands back to spread her cheeks and expose her good-looking pussy and asshole. She had long red fingernails that made her actions even more of a turn-on. She stuck one of her fingers deep inside her anus. I looked at the tight and puckered sphincter closing around her inserted digit and began stroking my cock like a madman. The sexual surge I got was tremendous.
Connie turned to face me and reclined on the pillows. She started massaging her melon-size tits and rubbing her clit, while asking if I liked what I saw. Connie continued talking to me as she stuck a finger far up her pussy and told me how wet it was.
By now my strokes were frenzied and I was grunting, I knew I would ejaculate any minute. As Connie continued to finger herself, she encouraged me by talking dirty. “I wonder what you would do if this glass wasn’t here?” she teased.
I told her I had been thinking about fucking her for a long time, and started to stroke my cock faster as I thought about it. This seemed to arouse her even more and I could see her pussy juice glistening on her finger as she pulled it in and out of her sucking cunt.
“If I let you fuck me, how would you want to come? Would you come on my tits so I could lick it up? Or would you come in my pussy? Maybe you’d prefer coming in my big mouth?” she asked.
“All of the above,” I replied.
“Hmm. Well, I want you to come in my mouth,” Connie said.
This just about sent my semen blasting out of my dick then and there. The thought of blowing my hot sperm down her throat was almost too much to handle. As we continued to talk, we both kept our hands moving faster and faster, encouraging each other’s masturbation with sighs and moans.