Letters to Penthouse XXXII (30 page)

When Jerry got home that night, I simply did what I always do. Smiling, I took his coat and offered him a drink. I wanted
him to be perfectly relaxed when I dropped my kinky little bombshell. I waited until he’d taken the last sip, then said, “Jerry,
there’s something we need to talk about,” in the calmest, most serious voice I could muster.

He almost choked on his drink, and when he looked up at me, I could tell right away that he knew exactly what I was talking
about. “So you found out,” he said, his voice dulled by guilt.

“Of course, I did,” I said, a wicked grin curving my red lips, “but don’t worry—you’re not in the doghouse. I am, however,
going to make sure you make it up to me and are honest with me in the future.”

His expression started to change as he pondered what I had in mind. “How?” was all he wanted to know.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” I said, relishing my power and finding that it was making me increasingly horny.
“Now, come with me,” I said, standing and grabbing the back of his shirt to lift him out of his seat. He started to speak,
but I reached around and clapped my hand over his mouth. “There, is that better? More in line with what your fantasy women
would do?” I asked, feeling his mouth moving beneath my palm.

I nudged him forward, my knee grazing the back of his, and I was sure that he was totally hard. I marched him like this into
the bedroom, where my treasure awaited. When he saw everything laid out across the bed, he simply moaned. “I’m going to be
in charge tonight,” I told him, shoving him onto the bed. “Now take off all your clothes and be quiet,” I said. He removed
his clothes, his face a perfect blend of contrite apology and extreme excitement. When he got to his pants, he could hardly
get them undone because his cock had grown so hard. Finally, he was naked, and I admired his sexy body for a second before
ordering him to start the process of becoming Jane, my new girlish plaything.

When he just stared back at me, I said, “Go on, put on the panties, and the bra, and the slip—all of it. Then I’m going to
give you some lipstick.” He looked shocked even as his bare cock twitched. I’d gotten him extra-large panties, but he still
had trouble fitting his entire package into them, and I chuckled at the sight of him contorting himself. He finally settled
for the very tip of his cock peeking through above the waistband of the panties. “Keep going,” I said, hurrying him along,
eager to see my new creation. He fumbled with all the womanly garments I’d set out for him, but finally got them all on, and
I’ll be damned if my husband didn’t look half bad as a girl!

I went to my makeup and took out my brightest red lipstick. “Now purse your lips like this,” I told him,
and this time he followed my command without a whimper of protest. I smoothed the color onto his lips, exaggerating slightly
for effect. I nodded toward the white heels and he put those on as well. I almost wanted to fuck him right then and there,
but he needed to learn his lesson. I’d hidden the pièce de résistance and told him to close his eyes while I took out an elegant
brunette wig. I had him sit on the bed while I fastened it on his head, and when I was done, he did indeed look quite pretty.
“Now put your arms behind you,” I told him. I was going to see if we could make him look exactly like my favorite photo from
the ones he’d been perusing. He moaned in arousal, louder and louder as I posed him, and kept thrashing about until he wound
up on his side. His eyes pleaded with me to touch his cock, but I was determined to make him wait.

All it took was one quick slap on his ass to make my bondage-loving husband see that if he knew what was good for him, he’d
start posing for me like a good girl. I snapped the handcuffs around his wrists, noting with satisfaction the loud snap they
made when they shut. I didn’t actually intend to use the ball gag unless I absolutely had to, plus I liked hearing the sounds
of his moans. I took the rope and shook it out, watching his eyes watch mine with a combination of excitement and fascination.
“Don’t worry, Jane, I’m going to take good care of you,” I said sweetly, as I tied his ankles together. I was enjoying this
spectacle much more than I could have predicted, and each time I cemented my
dominance over my quivering husband/wife, I felt my body respond, so by the time I was done my cunt was aching. I placed my
hand over his hard cock, rubbing it against the lacy fabric. “This turns you on just as much as it does me, isn’t that right?”
I asked.

Then I squeezed his cock tightly before moving down and doing the same to his balls. I dangled the end of the rope against
his dick, toying with the idea of some cock-and-ball play, watching him squirm in response. Then I took the rope and whapped
it against his cock—not too hard, but enough to let him understand my feelings. Jerry let out a load groan, and I promptly
got up and dangled the gag in front of his eyes, which bulged as I shoved the ball against his lips. “Don’t force me to use
this!” I yelled, and then dropped it back on the bed.

As it turned out, this was the best kind of foreplay we could’ve indulged in, because his cock was as hard as it had ever
been when I climbed onto the bed with him. I undid the handcuffs, laying him down on his back and hoisting his arms above
his head, then replacing the cuffs. He squirmed happily, and I teased him. “You look so pretty, my darling—you’re bringing
out all these lesbian urges in me. But you have what I really need the most—a big, hard cock,” I said, content to totally
objectify him because I knew he was loving every minute of it. I quickly undressed and straddled him, rubbing my pussy against
his white bulge. I toyed with the garters and snapped the elastic of his panties.
I squeezed his feet through the edges of the heels, doing everything I could to play up his feminine attire before my own
arousal got the best of me and I simply had to mount him.

I pulled his panties down just enough to unveil his dick, which stood right up. I never would have guessed that my sweet Jerry
would actually be so turned on by my “transforming” him into Jane, but here was irrefutable proof. I quickly sank down onto
his cock, gasping as he stretched my pussy lips while I got used to the feel of him inside me. Somehow, no matter how much
we fuck, that first moment of entry is a revelation, and my naughty husband, bound, lipsticked, and wearing a white slip,
was certainly a sight to behold. I took full advantage of his immobile state, squeezing his cock with my inner muscles, teasing
him by sliding off and then rubbing my cunt up and down his length and playing with my lips, before thrusting down onto him
once more.

But Jerry was actually the one to make me come, both with upward thrusts of his hips and with the way he jiggled against his
cuffs. Even though he knew he wouldn’t actually escape, some small part of him simply couldn’t resist pretending. His mock
struggle most accurately mimicked what we’d both seen on those alluring Web sites, and it made my pussy spasm in response.
I came, my juices gushing onto him and soaking the slip. To be nice, I slid off him and promptly took his hard cock into my
mouth, savoring
my own taste mixed with his as I sucked him until he spurted into my mouth. When I’d swallowed every last drop, I reluctantly
untied him, but he was the one who asked if he could sleep in the slip. “Of course, Jane,” I said, emphasizing his female
name and making both of us smile. I had a feeling there’d be a second chance to use some of my kinky accoutrements when we
got up in the morning.

—Ms. Elaine B., Toronto, Ontario
     

Recently my wife, Jeanne, decided to become a full-time homemaker. She’d been at her job as an architect for five years, so
our home was soon filled with box after box of her office detritus. After nagging her to go through it time and again, I finally
decided to start unpacking things myself. Most of what I found were humdrum office supplies—Post-its, pens, and legal pads—but
there was one item in particular that intrigued me.

It was a plain wooden ruler, the kind I hadn’t seen in ages, since I don’t have a need for one in my law practice. But holding
it in my hand as I tried to figure out where it should go in our house, an image flashed in my mind of Jeanne bent over with
her ass bared, waiting for me to smack the ruler across her cheeks. I gave it a whack across my palm, feeling its sting, as
well as a rush of pleasure centering in my cock. As I tested the ruler, I could practically hear Jeanne exclaiming in pleasure
as I slapped her ass.

She’s always been fond of being spanked, but we’d never done anything heavier than her lying across my lap while I made her
luscious bottom a lovely shade of pink with my bare hand. She has very sensitive skin and even one slap can color her. I love
to watch the rosy marks fade, then spank them back into her skin. But what I really love is how wet and horny spanking makes
her; she gives the best blowjobs right after she’s been spanked, especially if I promise to fuck her afterward.

I decided to hide the ruler in our bedside table and take it out when the right moment struck. I got my chance later that
night. I’d retired to bed to finish my mystery novel while Jeanne caught up with her best friend on the phone. She entered
the bedroom still wearing a dress, stockings, and heels—her hair was even up. As my hot wife undressed, my cock began to stiffen
and my mystery novel was soon forgotten. I indulged in the peep show she was inadvertently giving me as she bent over her
lingerie drawer, her almost-bare ass sticking out, covered only by a tiny thong. She selected a black lace nightie and was
about to put it on when I said, “Wait, leave it off. Get over here and come see your poor, neglected husband.” I was only
teasing—I see her plenty—but I hadn’t seen enough of her that day.

Jeanne turned to me with a surprised look on her face, but that immediately changed to a naughty grin when she saw the tent
my cock was making of the covers. She scampered onto the bed and looked up at me with her big, brown eyes as her sexy brown
curls tumbled around her shoulders. Then she straddled me, kicking the covers aside so her thong-covered pussy lips were directly
atop my naked cock. “I have a surprise for you. Well, it’s not really a gift because it’s yours, but what I’m going to do
with it is your gift,” I said.

“Show me!” she said exuberantly.

“Actually, I think you should have your eyes closed for this,” I said, picking up the sleep mask she uses to block her eyes
from the morning sun. She let me slip it over her head, and my dick pulsed against her pussy when she was completely blindfolded.
She tried to reach down and rub my cock more directly against her cunt, but I took her hands and moved her so she was lying
across my lap.

“Now Jeanne, I found something in those boxes you still haven’t unpacked that I think is going to be very useful to both of
us. Do you have any idea what it is?” I taunted her as I squeezed her ass cheeks, pinching them and then grabbing whole handfuls
of flesh, smiling as she squirmed happily against me. I pulled her thong up more tightly against her lips, then eased it off
to reveal her pink pussy, which looked so inviting beneath the curves of her cheeks. I tossed her thong on
the floor and went back to playing with her ass, pulling her cheeks apart to get a better peek at her cunt.

“No, what?” she asked in a shaky, aroused voice.

I lifted my hand and gave her a solid smack on one cheek, then slowly, silently opened the drawer to remove my prize. I then
spanked the other cheek, watching my handprints bloom on her flesh. I trailed a finger lightly along her slit, knowing that
when I did finally fuck her, she’d be nice and wet.

“Do you have a clue yet, Jeanne?” I asked, punctuating each word with a hard smack. I knew she was starting to lose the ability
to answer in anything other than single-word responses.

“No,” she said, her body shuddering with pleasure. I finally revealed her surprise, slapping the wooden stick across both
ass cheeks at once. It left a pale red mark, and I pulled tight the cheek farthest from me, then gave it another firm swat
with the ruler. “Oooh,” she groaned, wiggling her butt and raising it upward, as if asking for more.

“Does that mean you like being hit with the ruler, Jeanne?”

“Yes,” she said, trembling against me. “I like the way you spank me—with your hand and the ruler. It’s making me so horny,”
she said. The raw need in her voice was lust at its purest. It almost made me start fucking her, but I wanted to spank the
rest of her behind first.

“Don’t worry, I’ll slide my cock inside you—but not
until I’m finished spanking you,” I said. I kept going with the ruler, trying out different angles to see what got the most
response from her. The whistling sound as it flew through the air added to the scene of spanking my wife like she was a naughty
schoolgirl and I, her stern principal. I realized that I really did have a legitimate reason to “punish” her. “You’re such
a spanking slut that I don’t really need an excuse to take this ruler to your ass,” I said, decorating the inner quadrant
where her butt cheeks met with sweet red stripes.