Letters to Penthouse XIII (15 page)

But one thing she’s never let me do is fuck that ass of hers. I could tongue it all I wanted, finger it, even stick a butt plug up there on occasion. But no ass-fucking. Still, with all her other talents I considered myself lucky.

Then last summer Ruby went to New York to visit Elinore for a couple of weeks, as she’d done many times before. She flew out on a Monday. Tuesday I spoke to her on the phone, and she told me what had happened the previous night.

It seems she had met Elinore’s current boyfriend and they parried a bit. Elinore, bimbo that she is, talked everyone into a game of strip poker. Ruby said she was reluctant at first, but it was just the three of them, so she went along.

Apparently she didn’t do well and was naked when the others were still only half undressed. However, they let her play in that state, saying that if she won a hand, she could put something back on. She did win the next hand, but as she was about to put her top on, Clint, Elinore’s boyfriend, said she could have another option—like having him eat her out, or do whatever she wanted.

Well, Ruby said she didn’t know if it was the wine, or the thought of this good-looking guy eating her out, or both; but she let him go down on her—in front of her friend too. And it didn’t stop there. By the end of the night Ruby had blown Clint in return and then watched as he and Elinore fucked.

When Ruby told me this, my heart pounded and my cock stiffened.

I asked her, “Did you swallow?”

“Of course,” she replied. “You know me.”

Then I asked, “Do you want to fuck him?”

“Well … kind of, but I don’t know …. This was strange enough, you know?”

After that call I was out of my skin with lust. I didn’t sleep well, thinking about Ruby’s sexy mouth gulping down another man’s load.

When I spoke to her on Thursday, she told me that Wednesday night had brought another surprise. Apparently Elinore had invited one of her ex-boyfriends (I think she keeps a whole stable of them handy) over for dinner to make it a foursome, and he brought along a bottle of gin, Ruby’s favorite. Elinore knew that Ruby loves gin-and-tonics and they make her hot to trot. Not surprisingly, there was another game of strip poker.

“I did it, babe,” Ruby told me over the phone.

“Did what?”

“What you wanted. I let someone fuck me.”

“No way!” I said. “You shitting me?”

She gave a small chuckle. “No, really. His name is, Charley, and he’s a friend of Elinore’s. Clint was here, and the four of us played cards, and it got a little … well—”

“It’s okay,” I said. “You know I love you. Tell me everything that happened.”

“Well, Charley’s only twenty-five, you know. And very good-looking. And I blew both him and Clint, and Charley fucked me twice, in different positions.”

“Did you come?” I asked.

“Honey, you know I did, and how! Are you mad?”

“No, not a bit,” I said. “But I think you’re putting me on.”

“If you don’t believe me, I have Elinore as a witness.”

“You did all this in front of your friend?”

“Here, you can ask her.” And with that, she put Elinore on the phone.

“Hi, Elinore,” I greeted her. “Is Ruby pulling my leg or what?”

“No, Charley balled her all right. The only thing she didn’t tell you is, she also frigged herself in front of them at one point.”

“You people are so full of it,” I said. “I want pictures!”

Elinore laughed and put Ruby back on the phone.

“Got to go now, baby” was all she said. “I love you.” And she hung up.

After that I didn’t know what to think. It was hard to believe my wife could change so much almost overnight. Then again, gin always did get her randy. In many ways I wanted it to be true, all of it, even if I didn’t have the joy of watching. The images in my mind, so intensely arousing, made it harder to sleep than ever.

I called again on Saturday but got no answer. I tried again early Sunday morning and got hold of Elinore.

“Hi, Elinore. Is Ruby up?”

“I don’t know,” Elinore said. “She’s not here.”

“Yeah, right.”

“No, really, you kind of pissed her off by not believing her and all. So she spent the weekend at Charley’s.”

“Oh, bullshit!” I said. “Put her on the phone.”

“Look, dork,” she said, “she’s not here! Call back tomorrow.” Click.

I called Monday night, and Ruby answered.

“Hi, babe,” I said. “How was your weekend?”

“Listen, Ricky,” Ruby said. “There’s someone I want you to talk to. Now be nice.”

A male voice. “Uh, hey, Ricky. I’m Charley. Um, Ruby wanted me to talk to you.”

“Okay, listen,” I said. “I’m going to ask you a couple of questions, and you have to answer them quick or I won’t believe you, okay?”

“Sure, man,” he said.

“Okay, quick now, tell me how my wife keeps her pussy trimmed.”

“Not at all, man, it’s the hairiest box I’ve ever seen!”

That was the right answer. Ruby’s brunette cunt is very hairy. I like it that way, because when she sweats, her snatch gets real gamy and I love to go down on her.

Next I asked, “Which of her nipples stands up more erect than the other?”

“The right one,” he said. That was also correct.

“Okay,” I said. “When she blew you, were her eyes open or closed?”

“Open,” he said. “Looking right at me. Especially when—” He paused.

“Go on,” I said.

“Well, when she swallows, she looks right at my face.”

That’s Ruby, all right. She loves to look in my eyes as I come down her throat.

At this point Ruby got back on. “You’re not mad, are you?” she asked.

“Hell, no,” I assured her. “Just hot for some sloppy seconds.”

“Ricky, something else happened this weekend—kind of by accident.”

“What, babe?”

“Well—I’m no longer an anal virgin.”

“What?”

“I’ll tell you all about it at home. I love you.” Click.

Now I was crazier for her than ever, and I couldn’t wait till she got home. I spoke to her next the day before her return, confirming her flight time and arranging to meet her at the airport.

“Is everything okay?” she asked me.

“Yeah, sure. Why?”

“Just checking. You know, things have changed a little with us. Sexually, I mean.”

“Yeah, babe,” I said. “And I’m hot as ever for you. Are you still seeing Charley?”

“We were together last night,” she said. “But that was the last time.”

“Listen, sexy,” I said, “do me a favor. Let him take you to the airport and fuck you right before the flight. I want you as come-filled as you can be when you get here.”

“Well, it’s a public airport,” she said. “But I’ll see what I can do.”

“I love you,” I said.

When I picked her up, she was wearing a white blouse, a blue miniskirt and white heels. I couldn’t keep my bands off her, and I’m sure the people in the baggage area thought we were nuts, we were kissing so much. On the way home she said she had done what I asked. I couldn’t resist checking her out right there in the car.

Slipping a hand between her legs, I found that her cunt was drenched, and her pussy hair was matted with dried come. But the kicker was that she had a butt plug in her ass. She said that after our phone call she had called Charley up and he had spent the night fucking her. She hadn’t showered yet, so she would be nice and messy for me. When I asked about the butt plug, she said to wait until we got home. I was about to explode right there.

At home she ran straight to the bedroom, told me to lie down on the bed, then got on top of me and squatted over my face. I pulled her panties down, and she asked me to remove the butt plug and eat her ass. When I pulled out the plug, a glob of come ran out before she planted her ass on my face.

I pushed my tongue up her tight hole, and as I licked her out, she told me how both Charley and Clint had dropped her off at the airport and she had got both of them to fuck her ass. They nailed her in the backseat of Clint’s car, in a secluded area of the parking deck. Then she put the plug in and wore it all the way home.

She was frigging herself as she said this. The more she played with herself, the more come came out of her ass. By the time she came, my face was sticky.

When she got off me, I knelt behind her and got what I’d been wanting for years. I slid in her ass in one motion, and she begged me to fuck her hard. I was fucking my wife’s ass for the first time, and it was so slick with come and my saliva that I didn’t even have to use lube. I didn’t last long either.

After we pulled apart, Ruby asked me to lick her cunt, and I happily ate her out until she came again. Afterwards she told me how she’d lost her anal virginity.

During the night she had spent with Charley, she had been so carried away with gin and sex that she had made no protest when at one point he pulled out of her cunt and positioned himself at her anus. She found to her surprise that his dick went rather easily in her virgin asshole, and she said when he came the feeling of his cock spurting in her ass was “kind of neat.”

After that she wondered how it would feel when she was sober, so she asked him to do it again, and she liked it. The night before she left, the four of them played cards again and she let Charley bugger her in front of Clint and Elinore as she fingered herself to climax.

All this talk got me hard again, and we ended up fucking each other in the missionary position before we went to sleep.

As I said, this was a year ago. Since then our sex life has been better than ever. I get to fuck my sexy wife’s ass now on a regular basis. She even let one of my Softball teammates ball her, though he doesn’t know that I know. Right now she’s packing for another trip to New York. This time I’m going with her, and I’m sure it will be a lot of fun!—
R.K., Indianapolis, Indiana

HE WAS FAITHFUL TO HIS WIFE UNTIL HE FELL HARD FOR A COWORKER—NAMED WALTER

I have been happily married for nearly eighteen years, and in all that time I never seriously considered being unfaithful to my wife—until I met Walter.

We worked in the same office, and I was astonished, to say the least, to find myself physically drawn to another man. All I can say is that Walter was tall and extremely good-looking, and my surprise was only increased when he gave definite signs of returning my interest.

Our first encounter took place in the office, after hours. It was so good that I couldn’t resist doing it a second time. But after that, I decided that the risk of discovery in our workplace was too great. So instead, one weekend when my wife was out of town visiting relatives, I invited Walter to come to my house.

Beginning about two that Saturday afternoon, I went out into the backyard every ten or fifteen minutes and looked over the fence to see if he was coming. I had asked him to come to the back of the house, which overlooks vacant land, so he would be less likely to be seen by nosy neighbors.

Finally, about three, I saw him coming up the road. My heart began pounding, along with the pole in my pants. I realized that my shorts were already a little wet in anticipation of our coming romp.

We sat in my living room and drank some iced tea I had made, engaging in small talk for a while. The talk eventually turned to sexy, suggestive banter, and soon we were gazing meaningfully into each other’s eyes. Walter arched his eyebrows several times, as if to say, “Well, how about it?”

I stood up and drew the living room drapes. Walter rose also, and I walked over to where he was standing looking dreamily at me. First we embraced. The feeling of his hard body against mine was thrillingly erotic. We began removing each other’s clothing, until we stood in our undershorts, gazing at each other’s body.

Walter moved toward me again until our crotches were touching. He moved his hands up to my shoulders as we rubbed together.

“Lie down on the floor,” he said in a whisper.

I spread a large bath towel on the living room floor and lay down on my back. Walter spread himself on top of me, still clad in his briefs. I felt his boner throbbing against my crotch. He nibbled at my neck as his hands went for my shorts and pulled them off. Then he removed his own. Reaching for his jeans, he pulled a condom and a tube of hand lotion out of the pocket. He sheathed his pole with the condom and put a glob of lotion on his fingertips.

“This will help me get in,” he said as he smeared the lotion between my buns and in my asshole.

My heart was pounding. Our sessions at the office had not gone further than oral sex. I was curious and excited about experiencing anal sex for the first time, and also a little nervous.

“Just relax,” Walter said.

He reached his powerful arms under my legs and raised my knees. My leg muscles stretched as he jackknifed my body. With my legs now hooked over his shoulders, he used one hand to guide his curved cock to my lubricated anus. The head entered me with no problem, but the shaft seemed thicker than I could easily take, or maybe I just wasn’t relaxed enough.

Walter stopped pushing and waited, stroking my body and waiting for me to accept him. Before long I relaxed a little more, and he slid right in. Then he began pumping, slowly at first, then harder and faster.

“You need a good solid fucking,” he panted as he pounded my ass. “I could tell that the first time you touched my cock.” He continued to fuck furiously until he stiffened and let out a loud groan as his semen shot out of him. I wondered fleetingly whether the condom might break. It didn’t.

Walter slid my legs off his shoulders and collapsed on top of me. His hot breath was on my cheek.

“Kiss me,” he said dreamily, and I did. Our tongues played with each other. He asked then if I wanted to fuck his ass in return, but I said I wasn’t quite ready for that yet, so he moved down and sucked on my cock until I came.

We agreed to meet again the next time my wife is out of town. This time I intend to give him an ass-fucking. I only hope I can make it as good for him as he did for me.—
P.T., Houston, Texas

Serendipity

HE STAYS TO WORK LATE AND WINDS UP WITH A REAL HAPPY MEAL

Several years ago, I was the manager of a fast-food restaurant in a small town in Colorado. Most of my employees were younger, high school-aged kids, but there were several very good-looking women in their mid-twenties who were excellent crew leaders. As their boss, I developed a good working relationship with them, but one in particular seemed very anxious to get closer than normal. She was really hot, with a tight ass and large high-sitting breasts. Having seen her in something other than her uniform, shorts and a T-shirt, I can testify that these fast-food uniforms don’t do women any justice. She was married, but she made many comments at work of how “unhappy” she was with her husband. I was happily married, but I won’t say no to pussy if it falls into my lap!