Letters to Penthouse XXXIV (17 page)

About nine in the morning I got a phone call from the shipping and receiving clerk of my company, who said a customer was
coming by to pick up some paperwork to complete a job we did for them, but it was locked up in the office and he didn’t have
a key. He’d called everyone else on the list of people who had access to the office, and I was his last hope. The customer
wanted to pick it up in two hours. He wanted to know if that was possible.

I said I’d be there in ten minutes, then threw on a pair of blue shorts and a white tank top. I didn’t bother with a bra.
After all, I was hunting for some cock.

When I got out of my car, Rafael the shipping clerk greeted me. He thanked me for helping out, and I noticed him noticing
that I wasn’t wearing a bra. He’s 24 and nothing short of gorgeous. I’m not exaggerating when I say he’s better-looking than
Oscar de la Hoya—about five-nine, 180 pounds, with short black hair, a thick mustache, and rugged facial features—a real stud.

We went into the office and found the paperwork Rafael needed. He was looking me over, and I wondered if he’d ever fucked
a five-foot-four, 100-pound Anglo babe with blonde hair and fine, voluptuous breasts. I knew that if he wanted to, he was
going to get a chance.

He thanked me again and was leaving the office when I said his name. He stopped, and as he looked back, I peeled off my top,
exposing my firm boobs with their pert pink nipples. “Can’t you stay a little bit?” I said. “We’re the only ones here.”

He looked dumbfounded, staring at me with his mouth open. I quickly removed my shorts and sandals. I was standing before him
completely naked. He said, “Peggy, you’re a beautiful woman, but I have a serious relationship with a girl I love, and I can’t
stay.”

At that point I knew I wasn’t even close to being in his league. But one thing I’ve learned about men in 22 years of being
sexually active is that even if they think a woman isn’t good enough to fuck, they’ll always let her suck their cock.

I started toward him, saying, “I understand your feelings, but I just want to suck your cock.” I dropped on my knees in front
of him and reached for his belt buckle. I undid his pants and pulled them down to his knees.

I looked up at him and said, “Rafael, please!”

I took his cock in one hand and cupped his balls with the other. I had never seen a package as impressive as this. It looked
like a cock on steroids—every bit of eight inches long, and so thick that my hand wouldn’t come close to wrapping around it.
It had big veins popping out all over, and the brown head was fatter than a plum. He already had a drop of precome oozing
out the end.

I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this! For a second I just took it all in. I felt my juices flowing down my legs. My
nipples were so hard, they were on fire. My hand was burning from the hardness of Rafael’s cock. I was sweating, and couldn’t
control my breathing. The smell of come radiated from his nut sac.

Just then I realized that if I put this thing in my mouth, there would be no turning back. I had been faithful for 17 years
of marriage, and I was seconds away from tasting another man’s cock.

Rafael’s precome oozed to the point where it started to stretch its way toward the floor. Instinct took over, and I caught
it with my tongue! It tasted mildly salty. I licked it off the tip of Rafael’s cock, then pressed the tip of my tongue into
the slit at the end of it and lapped at his nectar. I couldn’t resist taking the head in my mouth and sucking slowly on it.

He groaned and said, “Suck it, baby! Suck it good!”

I took more of it in slowly until the massive head was bouncing off the back of my throat. I was milking Rafael’s big balls
with my left hand and stroking the base of his cock with my right while taking as much of him in my mouth as I could. I sucked
all up and down on that cannon. He tasted really good when I swallowed his oozing precome. I had never swallowed my husband’s
come, but I couldn’t wait to swallow Rafael’s. I sucked his cock like it was the last one I was going to get in my life.

His breathing got real heavy, and he grabbed the back of my head with one hand and moved the hair out of my face with the
other. He was watching me work his tool, and I thought, If only Ron (my husband) could see me now!

He said, “Make me come, Peggy! I want to watch you eat my come. Are you going to eat my come, baby?”

I mumbled “uh-huh” out around his cock, which was stretching my face to the limit. He was using his strength to pull my face
into his cock. The head really hammered my throat.

“Oh, yeah, that’s it, baby!” Rafael cried out. “Get ready, I’m going to shoot.”

I whimpered with anticipation as he bucked his hips and in one final lunge stiffened. He grunted loudly as he fired his first
volley of come in my throat. I didn’t even have to swallow—he blew it right into my belly. His second spurt flooded the back
of my throat. I tried to swallow it, but the third squirt followed too soon, and I coughed up come on his cock and balls and
down my chin.

I pulled my head back, and Rafael came right in my face. I closed my eyes, and his cock showed no signs of slowing down. It
felt really good having his come all over my face. I dropped my head, and the last few spurts shot in my hair.

When at last it was over, I looked up at Rafael with one open eye and said, “Sorry I couldn’t swallow it all, baby.”

“It’s okay,” he said. “But I have to get back to work.”

He zipped up and left me there on my knees, a come-covered mess. I got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. I looked at
myself in the mirror and thought, If only Ron knew how much fun I just had getting treated like a total slut! If only he could
see me now! I bet he never showered his little slut like Rafael just did me.

It took me ten minutes to clean up all the come. My upper body was covered from head to navel. It was all over the office
carpet, too. Once I was cleaned up and dressed, I went over to the shipping office.

Rafael had a sheepish grin on his face. I said, “Do you feel relieved now?”

He said, “Oh, yeah!”

I asked if he could keep a secret, and he said, “You bet.” I said as long as he kept his mouth shut, I’d be his sex slave
for life. I didn’t care how many women he fucked as long as I got mine. It would be when and how he wanted it, any time we
could manage it. He said I was a cool chick and we’d hook up soon.

That was two weeks ago, and since then we’ve been together six times. Rafael has fucked me in every orifice and come in my
belly, pussy, and asshole. I’ve gotten the hang of swallowing come, and he has fed me a number of loads.

I’m totally glad now that Ron fucked around on me. I couldn’t be happier!

—
P.L., Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
     

With both my wife and I having major birthdays that week in August, we’d decided to take a getaway trip to Aspen to celebrate.

As we waited to board our connecting flight in Denver, Leslie couldn’t help overhearing two early 40’s businessmen discussing
problems with their flights. It seems they’d been delayed due to bad weather and missed their connecting flight, and so wouldn’t
get to Aspen in time for a fancy TV awards shindig. (The affair was the next night, but they had to get there that night to
register or something.)

Since Leslie travels all the time, she knows shortcuts for rebooking flights. She asked the men if they would like help, and
they said yes. She took their tickets, pulled out her cell phone, and with a few calls got them on our flight! They were amazed,
and eagerly introduced themselves. One had an Australian accent—he was Jeff. The other one, the one with an old-fashioned
southern drawl, was Will.

We all boarded the plane for the quick flight to Aspen. As we picked up our bags at the other end, the guys continued to thank
us. They were still waiting as we left to get our rental car.

At our hotel, it turned out there had been a mix-up, and they didn’t have our room! The desk clerk was acting quite frantic
to find us one when Jeff from Australia tapped my shoulder and asked if he could help. Their company had booked them a suite,
which they’d be glad to share with us. We’d have a bedroom and bath to ourselves. We accepted gratefully and had our bags
sent up. When we got to the suite, we were overwhelmed by how plush it was. Jeff and Will invited us to join them for dinner,
which included a lot of wine and fun. Afterward, we strolled around the beautiful town. As we passed an elegant shop, my wife
spotted an evening gown in the window that she simply loved. While we were discussing it, Jeff came up with an offer. If she
would accompany him to his function the next night, he would buy the dress and everything she needed to wear with it. She
had to do nothing in return—it would all be on his company. Leslie and I discussed it, and I said it was fine with me if she
wanted to do it. So she accepted and went with Jeff into the shop, where they bought the dress and a few other things. After
that, she and I retired to our room in the suite and discussed at length this unexpected turn of events.

In the morning Jeff knocked on our door, then came in and told Leslie he could arrange spa treatments—hair, pedicure, anything
she wanted to prepare for the evening. She accepted eagerly, and he arranged “the works” for her.

Jeff, Will, and I went to the terrace lounge, which has a spectacular mountain view, and spent the day nursing drinks and
chatting. (Being in the TV industry, they had lots of great stories, not to mention juicy gossip.) Will and I kept at it even
after Jeff left to get a haircut.

Eventually I returned to the suite and found Leslie there. Was I flabbergasted! She’d had her hair lightened and all her makeup
done, and was standing in stiletto heels with a black bustier, black G-string and black stockings. The bustier had pushed
her breasts up, so you could see her hard nipples, and tightened her waist to breathtaking proportions.

On seeing me, she gave me a long hug and a deep French kiss and thanked me for allowing her to go out. I reminded her that
I wanted a surprise when she got back. She smiled, lowered my zipper, and gave me the hottest blowjob I’d ever gotten from
her. Then she got up, slipped her new gown on, and went to get Jeff.

You could tell he was turned on as soon as he saw her. They left, and Will and I went off and explored the town some more.
We had a great time, stopping periodically in lounges and pubs and bars for refreshment. I guess we’d been back in the suite
about 45 minutes when Leslie and Jeff returned. They had enjoyed the affair. He had made the contacts he needed to, and they
attended a really great party.

Since it was three in the morning, I said I was going to bed. Will said he was, too. Leslie followed me into the bedroom,
quickly took off her evening gown, came over to me, and kissed me big-time while taking my hand and putting it on her pussy.
She was so wet and turned on, it was incredible.

She asked if I’d be upset if she had sex with Jeff. I told her to go for it, but she would have to tell me all the details!
She rubbed herself all over me, then said she would be back later.

After she left, I went to the door and watched as she walked up to Jeff in her heels and wrapped her arms around him. Then
she rubbed his crotch while he rubbed her ass and sucked on her now-exposed nipples. Then he stripped while she licked and
sucked—first his nipples, then his cock. Finally she mounted his long, thin cock and rode it till they both climaxed.

I went to bed and about half an hour later was awakened by Leslie bouncing on the bed and rubbing my cock. She was still in
her stockings and heels, but her breasts were loose now, and bounced around as she moved. She quickly mounted me, and I felt
how warm and juicy her pussy was.

After about ten strokes, she hopped off me and told me to get up and fuck her ass. Since we haven’t had anal sex but maybe
five times in our 25 years of marriage, I was shocked.

I quickly got behind her and slowly worked my hard cock into her tight ass. While we fucked, I rubbed her clit and felt warm
come dripping out of her pussy. She was one hot screwing machine! We screwed like that about fifteen minutes, until I let
her know I was ready to come. She really got going rubbing her clit and managed to come with me. I thought that would be the
end of it. Leslie got up and said she had to go tell her date good night. Then I heard moans from the living room! I went
to the door and saw Jeff doing Leslie’s ass just as I did a few minutes before. I smiled and went to bed shaking my head.

I awoke first in the morning and went to get breakfast. Heading back up to the suite, I ran into Leslie, headed out of the
hotel “to pick up an item or two.” She had a swagger to her walk, and I saw her checking out other men’s crotches while they
checked her out. I went with her, and was once again taken aback when she chose a really small string bikini and a new set
of undergarments very much like what she wore the night before.

When we returned to the suite, Will had just come out of the shower, with only a towel around his waist. Grinning, he asked
When did he get his date with Leslie? I ducked into our room to make a couple of phone calls, and when I returned to the living
room, my mind was blown by the sight of Leslie on her knees sucking Will’s cock while he rubbed her tits. She finished him
off quickly, then told him he could have a date tonight if it was okay with me. I said okay.