Letters to Penthouse XIII (30 page)
I then proceeded to tell Nancy about what I had seen that particular evening. It had started when my boss had called me into his office earlier that day. He had four tickets to a baseball game that night. He and another person from our office had planned to take two of our clients to dinner and a ball game, but the other guy had a family emergency and couldn’t go. When my boss asked me if I’d take his place, I jumped at the chance. I called Nancy and explained what I’d be doing, and she told me to go ahead and have a good time.
“Besides,” she added, “I won’t be home tonight anyway. I’ve got an itch to go dancing, so I’ll just call a sitter. You’ll probably get home before I do, so don’t wait up.”
I went to dinner and the ball game with the boss. The game was over about ten. On the way home I thought I’d go by the bar where Nancy usually went to dance. If she was still there I wanted to surprise her by joining her for a drink.
Sure enough, when I pulled into the parking lot I saw Nancy’s car parked right near the door. I began looking for a place to park, and finally found a vacant space a little way down the line. Before I got out, though, I saw something in my rearview mirror that surprised me.
There was my wife coming out of the door of the bar. With her was a man who looked to be in his late twenties. Like Nancy, he was wearing blue jeans. I could see he was one of those types that my wife was so crazy about, the kind she always used to dance with back when we were still dating and I was hitting the bars along with her. I thought he was walking her out to her car, but they walked right past it and headed on over to a full-size van in the back corner of the lot.
The guy unlocked the big door on the side of the van, then opened it and the two of them climbed in. I wondered why they were getting into the back. Also, I couldn’t help noticing that the guy’s hand had been planted firmly on my wife’s shapely round butt as she got into the van. I thought he had even caressed it a little, though I could have imagined that.
When they were inside, the guy shut the door after them. I waited for a while, wondering what my best move was, but then my curiosity got the better of me. I got out of the car and walked toward the van.
The vehicle had tinted windows, so I couldn’t see a thing inside, though I was beginning to imagine plenty. Some kind of music system was blaring out a country song from the depths of the van, so I couldn’t hear anything either.
I stood there for a few minutes, unsure of just what I should do, until I noticed something even more amazing. The van began slowly and gently rocking from side to side. The springs wheezed and complained. I couldn’t see them or hear them, but I was ready to bet a million dollars that the guy was fucking my wife in that van. I was surprised and shocked, and jealous too; but the most incredible thing of all was the fact that I had never been so sexually aroused in my life. I began rubbing my hard-on through my trousers, and wound up coming in my pants.
After I’d come I walked back to my car, got in and drove on home. I had never told Nancy about what I had seen, and how excited it had made me; but now that she had brought up the subject of adultery, I told her everything, including the part about my jerking off. The only thing I left out was my curiosity about whether she’d used some kind of protection with her cowboy friend.
When I finished, I smiled at her and asked, “Well, Nancy, do you have some story to tell me? I’d like to hear about what happened that night. I’d really like to hear you tell me about it.”
Nancy was cool. She smiled at me and asked, “Are you sure? Do you really want to know what went on that night? If so, I’ll tell you. But I want to warn you first, because I’m not sure you want to hear everything I have to say.”
I assured her that I did want to hear it, and I told her there would be no recriminations of any kind, no matter what she told me. She then proceeded to give me her version of that exciting night.
She had had a couple of drinks at the club, and had danced with a few different guys. One guy really attracted her, and when they did a slow dance, the feel of his massive hard-on pushing against her abdomen through their jeans had gotten her hot, horny and wet. The guy’s name was Paul, and he had told her how pretty she was, and how sexy she looked in her tight jeans. In fact, he said they were so incredibly tight that they looked almost painted onto her shapely thighs and sexy round butt. “How do you get into those damn things, anyway?” he asked her.
Nancy smiled up at him sexily and replied, “Well, if you’re asking me how to get into my pants, I’d suggest that you start with a kiss.”
Paul chuckled at her response, then lifted her chin and planted his mouth on hers for a long, wet kiss—a kiss she returned with open mouth and probing tongue. As they kissed, she felt his hand massaging her tummy, then the front of her jeans and finally her crotch. When the kiss ended, she whispered huskily, “Looks like you’re found the key. Want to go outside, cowboy? My car is parked right out front. Or do you have some better place we can go?”
Paul responded that he had his van out in the lot. He told her it was customized, with a good sound system, lots of tapes and a sleeping area in the back.
“Hmm,” Nancy purred. “A bedroom on wheels. I like a man who’s prepared. So let’s go out there and you can show it to me.”
That was when they headed out to his van, as I had seen. Yes, Nancy told me, he did fuck her. She said he was very well hung, and had got her off repeatedly with his big dick, fucking her until they were both tired.
“How well hung was he?” I asked.
Nancy replied, “Well, I won’t say his was the biggest dick I’ve ever felt inside me, but I’d rate him right up there with the best of them. You know, it’s been a couple of years since I’ve had a really big dick. The first time he did it quick and hard,” she went on, “like he hadn’t had a woman in a long time. He didn’t even get soft after that, because he’d gotten off so quick. We immediately did it again. He made me come both times when he shot his come inside me. They were some of the most intense orgasms of my life. Then we rested for a little while, and he started in again. I don’t know how many times I came before we were finished.”
Listening to Nancy’s story excited me tremendously, and also made me think. What she’d said about it being a couple of years since she’d had a really large prick seemed to indicate that there had been other times she’d been unfaithful since our marriage. Also, I kept thinking about him shooting his come into her twice. So my wife had let her cowboy stud ride her bareback, not using birth control of any kind.
“So,” I said, trying to sound casual, “I guess that means there have been other men you’ve had sex with since we’ve been married?”
Nancy hesitated before answering. Then she nodded and replied softly, “Yes, a few. Not many, but there have been a few. They were guys I met out dancing, that’s all. But yes, I have cheated on you before. I hope you’re not mad, but now you know, and I’m relieved to have it out at last.”
I assured her that I was not angry at her, and could handle what she had told me. Then I voiced my other question. “You told me that you let this guy Paul come inside you. What about the others? Did you let them shoot their come into you too?” For some reason my cock was hard while I asked her this, and I wasn’t sure what answer I wanted to hear.
Nancy replied, “Well, sometimes, you know? Well, actually, quite a lot. I guess I might as well tell you everything. I guess I mostly just trusted luck. Like with Paul in the van. I knew damn well I could get pregnant, but that didn’t stop me. I wanted him to fuck me, and I wanted him to come in me, and I knew I was going to let him do it, no matter what the odds were.”
My heart was beating rapidly. I could see that Nancy was worried about my reaction to this further confession, and I again hastened to assure her that I was not upset. I even showed her proof—the wet, sticky spot soaking through the crotch of my pants. Hearing my wife confess her adultery, and admit that she’d repeatedly risked getting pregnant by taking other men’s sperm inside her, had for some strange reason been erotically thrilling for me. I had been so excited that I’d been rubbing myself surreptitiously, and had come in my pants.
After that night we agreed that Nancy could continue sleeping with other men, as long as she told me about it, and shared all the sexy details. We didn’t make any rules about birth control. Since the idea of having men shoot their sperm inside her seemed to be a big part of the thrill for both of us, we tacitly decided that we would go on trusting luck. If Nancy was willing to risk having another baby, so was I—even if it wasn’t mine.
I have one more thing to say to any guys who might read this letter. If you happen to be a cowboy type who wears blue jeans and cowboy boots, is into country music and likes to dance, keep your eye out for a shapely, pretty brunette who shows up occasionally at country and western bars. She’s in her late twenties, and she’ll be wearing blue jeans so tight you’ll wonder how she ever got them up over her shapely, sexy butt. Don’t let that gold wedding band on her left hand scare you off. Approach her, dance with her, and you just might get lucky. If she is my lovely Nancy, and you’re her type, I guarantee that you’ll score.
Also, partner, don’t worry too much about rubbers. She’s one cowgirl who likes to ride bareback, and I’m sure she’ll take you just that way. Also, don’t worry about having her show up at your doorstep sometime later with a swollen tummy, or carrying a little bundle of joy to present to you. She’s got me, her happy cuckold hubby, and I’ll always be there for her if she produces a new little buckaroo. So ride ’em cowboy!—
R.L., Natchez, Mississippi
A WARM BEACH, A BEAUTIFUL SUNSET AND A NAKED GIRL—THE PERFECT RECIPE FOR LOVE
I lay naked with my loved one on a blanket in the warm sand as we watched the setting sun sink into a sapphire sea. Wispy clouds burned with brilliant oranges, reds and yellows, setting the sky ablaze with color.
A light breeze blew, carrying the fragrance of tropical wildflowers and salt air to our noses. It touched our naked bodies with caresses as soft as rose petals and as light as a midsummer dream. Sea birds, wings spread wide, sailed majestically atop wind and current, while a symphony of songbirds sang farewell to the setting sun.
As this spectacle of momentary wonder began to fade, I turned to look upon the lady beside me, a vision of loveliness that will endure forever in my mind:
• the waves of flowing hair that framed the flawless features of her face.
• the dancing eyes that sparkled when she smiled.
• her perfectly sculpted cheeks and full red lips, which glistened as if begging to be kissed.
• her pert round breasts, which rose and fell with each sweet breath.
• and the graceful curves of her body, her rounded hips and shapely legs.
I took my loved one in my arms, pressing our naked bodies together and kissing her, as lightly as a butterfly, on the neck, allowing our passion to spark and to grow slowly. My fingertips explored her body lightly, tracing delicate lines down her sides, across her breasts and over her hips.
As the fire of desire began to burn, and she trembled at my touch, I ran my tongue tenderly down her neck to her breast, teasing the nipple with wet caresses until it stood erect and her body begged for more. I felt the desire crying out from deep within her as passion’s fire grew hotter with each breath she took in.
Then, and only then, did I touch my lips to hers—locking in a kiss thirsting with passion, deep, hot and wet. I wrapped my tongue around hers and searched the depths of her mouth, as my fingers found their way down to her love grotto. I moved them gently in a circular motion, allowing the tips to invade her wet depths, feeling her desire and the glow of anticipation as she neared the edge of climax, teasing her that way until the first spasm began.
Then I rammed my hard and throbbing rod to the very center of her passion, and held it there, deep inside her, as her mind and body were launched into orgasmic euphoria, soaring to the heights of pleasure. As her tempest of love began to fade, I started working my manhood in and out of her, reviving the ecstasy until she could stand it no more. Her muscles contracted and her breathing quickened once more, as did my passionate thrusts of love.
Each forceful stroke brought her closer to blissful culmination, until she could no longer contain the rush and it burst free in waves of intense pleasure. I continued to drive my pole deeper, wrapping her entire being in unimaginable euphoria, until I too reached the heights of climax. Electricity coursed through my body like lightning as thunderous spasms pumped the love juices from me into her warm, sticky depths.
As the powerful contractions subsided, I fell breathless into her loving embrace. Then we lay on the blanket under the light of a full moon, listening to our hearts beat and staring into the star-covered sky, until the heat of passion and the fires of desire were ignited once more.—
V.C., Raleigh, North Carolina
A PICNIC ON THE GOLF COURSE LEADS TO A SEXY HOLE IN ONE—OR IS IT ONE IN A HOLE
I came home from a long day at work last Friday to find that my wife had sent the kids to my sister-in-law’s so that we could be alone. Jan told me to shower and shave because, she said, this was going to be “a very special night.”
My mind raced as I got ready, wondering what it was she had planned. I showered quickly and got dressed in one of my golf shirts and a pair of shorts. When Jan saw what I was wearing, she said that my outfit was very appropriate for the evening’s activities. She herself was wearing a pair of jeans shorts and a supertight T-shirt, and she looked sexy as hell.
She took me out to the car and then blindfolded me, saying that our destination was part of the surprise. We drove for about forty-five minutes, and when we stopped and I took off the blindfold, I was delighted to see that we had arrived at my favorite local golf course. Jan busied herself getting a picnic basket and a blanket out of the trunk.