Letters to Penthouse XIII (32 page)

In a subsequent note I expanded this fantasy, envisioning a brief excursion out of the house, such as a trip to the supermarket, where we’d both know her pussy was totally naked—shaved and uncovered—under her skirt, while we mingled with our fellow suburbanites in an everyday setting.

Allison never responded to the thoughts in my notes, but this was not unusual. I continued to enjoy my private dreams, envisioning my pantyless wife in a variety of skirts and settings.

Now suddenly she was calling me at work. As my mind whirled with speculations about her purpose, Allison suddenly got my total attention by saying, “I’ve been thinking a lot about your fascination with me wearing a skirt with no panties.” She then explained that she had bought a new below-the-knee-length straight skirt that had a zipper running up the back, from the bottom of the hem up to the waist.

When the zipper was closed, she said, the skirt was tight enough around her legs to keep her strides somewhat shorter than usual. However, she continued, the zipper could be opened and locked in any position, to create a slit or an opening through which to explore her thighs and ass. My cock throbbed at her description, a fact of which I’m sure she was aware without a word being said.

Allison went on to say that she was thinking of wearing the skirt that night, with a silk blouse, and that under the skirt she’d be wearing my favorite gaiter belt and her highest-quality stockings, with no panties. I said that all sounded fantastic, but she wasn’t finished. She had made reservations for six o’clock at a local restaurant we’re both fond of, and wanted to know if that met with my approval.

I stammered out that everything sounded great, and added that my cock was already hard. Then Allison said there were a few ground rules.

First, since she’d never done anything like this before, she reserved the right to wear a thong to the restaurant if she chickened out at the last minute. She said she’d tell me at dinner, before the end of the main course, if she had done that. She promised further that if she did chicken out and wear a thong, she would excuse herself no later than dessert, take it off in the ladies’ room and return to the table with it in her purse.

There were two other stipulations she wanted to make. One was that I was not allowed to touch her from the waist down until after dinner—more specifically, until we were in the car on our way home. The other was that I would take off my underwear at the office, so that my cock would be naked under my suit pants. After all, she said, if she was going to be naked under her outer clothes, I might as well be also.

I told her I would agree to anything she wanted, and would think of nothing but her pussy until that evening. And I did follow her instructions about my underwear, leaving the office with a semi-hard-on pushing out the front of my trousers. Feeling the head of my cock rub against the fabric of my pants was a new sensation, and I could only hope that the friction would not make me come too soon.

Allison looked great when I arrived home, and I said so. Showing off her outfit, she turned around slowly in front of me, smoothing her skirt over her hips and thighs. The sight made my cock come to life.

The skirt wasn’t too tight, but it clung perfectly to my wife’s hips and thighs. It fell to just below her knees, and was snug enough there to be very sexy. Somehow the straight line of the skirt called attention to her long, shapely legs, even while covering much
more
of them than a miniskirt would have. Ironically, this added to their sensuality.

I stared long and hard at Allison’s ass and hips. I was trying to discern whether she was wearing a thong or was in fact totally naked under the skirt. Of course, it was really impossible to tell.

Allison said she had a kind of appetizer planned for us, as long as I would agree to the no-touching rule she’d outlined on the phone. When I said I would, she told me to stand exactly where I was, with my hands behind my back. Then she slowly turned away from me and backed up against my body.

She bent over slightly, so that her ass pushed back against me, and ever so slowly did several knee bends, so that her sexy rear rubbed up and down over the front of my pants. Needless to say, my cock and I both loved it!

A minute later, Allison straightened up and announced that we should leave for the restaurant. I was frustrated as hell, but I really loved her idea of an appetizer.

Watching Allison get in the car was extremely erotic to me, as she had to hike up her skirt, which exposed her shapely legs, and then smooth it back in place after she was seated. It was a very sexy preview of what I knew I was going to enjoy after dinner. She knew this too, and subtly drew out every motion to tease me.

Shortly after settling in the car, I asked her, “So are you going to tell me how you’re dressed under the skirt, or do I have to wait to see if you go the ladies’ room during dinner?”

“Well, I was going to make you wait,” Allison said, “but I’ll tease you with a different thought. After my shower this afternoon I was thinking about my call to you and visualizing this evening, and I found myself incredibly turned on. My hand found its way between my legs, and I was so wet, I couldn’t imagine leaving the house without at least a pair of regular panties, preferably with a cotton panel to contain my excitement A thong wouldn’t do it, and going naked would leave me with rivulets running down my thighs.

“I didn’t know what to do. I thought about how disappointed you’d be if I wore panties, and figured there had to be something I could do. Finally I decided that a part of my preparation for the evening would simply have to be to get myself off, which I assumed would make my pussy less prone to wetness after the edge was off my horniness.

“I wasn’t completely sure it would work, but if nothing else, I knew you’d enjoy my telling you about how I had played with myself. Well, all of these thoughts, and my magic fingers, combined to give me a great orgasm in less than a minute. After my body calmed down, I had to use a washcloth and towel to clean and dry myself. My bathrobe had to go in the hamper, since it had a large wet spot right in front.

“So then I decided that there was no reason that I couldn’t go all the way for you. So far my body has cooperated. My pussy might be a bit moist, but it’s nothing like it was before. So, to answer your question, yes, my pussy is totally naked under this skirt, and that’s how we’re going to dinner.”

I loved Allison’s description of her preparations, and was very turned on by the realization that my fantasy was now a reality. Not only was my wife wearing a nicely tailored skirt with no panties under it for the first time, but she’d planned everything for my pleasure, and had gone even further than I would have asked if I’d planned the evening myself. It was great!

As we arrived at the restaurant, Allison teased me by slowly running her hand up my thigh until it rubbed against my cock. “If I can go in this restaurant with my pussy all naked,” she whispered, “you can go in with a tent in the front of your pants.” And so I did.

During dinner, our routine conversation was interspersed with more intimate moments. For example, during the salad course Allison told me that she was at that moment teasing her Venus mound through her skirt with her long fingernails, and that it felt very good. The tightness of the skirt wouldn’t quite allow her to reach her pussy, but being about an inch away was quite exciting. She added that not only was she sure she had the only naked pussy in the room, she was pretty sure it was by far the wettest.

She concluded by saying, “I’m going to stop now, but here’s something for you to think about. Later, when you ask for the check, I’m going to play with myself again until it comes and you pay it. I wonder if it will be a long wait, or if our waiter will bring the check before you even ask?”

I couldn’t wait for dinner to be over so I could get Allison alone at home. Our verbal teasing was getting us both even more aroused, and I believe we were both happy to skip dessert. As I gestured to the waiter for our check, Allison smiled. Her hands were covered by the tablecloth, and her face was passive. Nonetheless, my cock twitched to life as I imagined her long fingernails dancing over the single layer of fabric that covered her mound.

As we drove home, I soon put my hand on Allison’s knee, sliding it up her thigh as far as I could, but I was unable to reach her pussy on account of the tightness of the skirt. I pictured again in my mind the sexy images of that skirt sliding up her legs when she got in the car. The drive home took less than ten minutes, but it seemed like an hour.

When we arrived home, I guided Allison through the door from the garage to the kitchen, wanting to get her inside as quickly as possible. My hand rode lightly on her ass, which felt terrific under the thin skirt. It was all the more exciting since it was my first blatantly sexual touch of the night, and was the closest I’d been able to get to Allison’s naked pussy.

In the kitchen I turned her to face me, and we enjoyed one of the sexiest kisses I can remember. Our bodies were glued together, my hands roaming over her hips and ass.

I interrupted our kiss to tell Allison how sexy she was and how much I loved her. I said I was so turned on by the thought of her ass and pussy naked under the skirt that I wanted to worship her from the waist down.

Smiling at me, she put her hands on my shoulders and pushed down with a light pressure. “Enjoy!” she said.

The next moment I was on my knees in front of my wife, my hands thoroughly exploring her hips and ass through the skirt.

I reached around and opened the zipper at the back, raising it about halfway so I could caress her shapely thighs. A moment later I pulled it up to within two inches of her waist, allowing me full access to her ass and pussy. Her garter belt added an extra measure of sensuality to the sight of her nakedness.

With my hands on her smooth upper thighs, I turned Allison around, then spread the flaps of the unzipped skirt so that her naked ass was right in front of me. With a low moan, I buried my face in her soft flesh. As I worshiped her ass, my hands explored her hips, her thighs and her Venus mound. After the hours of teasing, every inch of her body felt like heaven to my touch.

My fantasy had been bettered by the reality, thanks to my sweet and wonderful wife. I finally stood up and guided her toward the kitchen table. Knowing what I had in mind, she bent forward over the table, reaching out to clutch the sides for support. I swiftly shed my shoes, socks and pants, and my hands were soon on her ass again, spreading her skirt open. My cock found its way to her naked pussy with amazing ease.

My hands gripped Allison’s hips as I slid slowly in her, burying myself as deep as possible and trying to go even farther. The tantalizing eroticism of the previous few hours made me desperate now to enjoy my wife’s naked pussy to the hilt. She pushed back at me, at once encouraging me and stimulating me with her passion-laden cries and groans.

Within a few minutes, our passion carried us both over the top and we exploded in an exhausting mutual orgasm. And thus ended one of the most memorable evenings of my life.—
Name and address withheld

HER WILD, UNTAMED SEXUALITY WAS THE GREATEST BIRTHDAY PRESENT SHE COULD GIVE HIM

This letter is about my fiftieth birthday party. And what a party it was! There were only two people in attendance, my girlfriend and myself. But that was all we needed.

Ivy is an extremely sharp, intelligent, beautiful, passionate woman with great curly blonde hair. She has wonderful legs and great tits with beautifully shaped nipples. Another great thing about her is her ability to come like no one I have ever known. Ivy can have an orgasm from kissing for a long time, or from having me play with her nipples. She has great sexual energy, and she really loves to fuck!

That brings me to my fiftieth birthday party. I arrived at her house about seven, and as I came in, she met me at the bottom of the steps dressed in a beige teddy, through which I could see her tits and pussy. We immediately embraced and kissed passionately. I loved the way she kissed me, running her tongue around the inside of my mouth. I could get lost just kissing her.

I picked Ivy up, carried her to her bedroom and laid her on the bed. I tore off my clothes with her help, and lay beside her. I took off her teddy slowly and started to kiss every inch of her body. I loved to play with her tits. It seemed to send waves of feeling directly to her pussy, and always got her very wet.

Next I licked and sucked on Ivy’s nipples until she was squirming on the bed. I moved slowly down to lick the insides of her legs, then moved my mouth to her hot pussy. I ran my tongue along her cunt lips, then brushed the underside of my tongue very lightly over her clit. She really liked it when I did that. She was soon on the brink of her first orgasm, and I felt her body tremble as she came.

Ivy said she wanted me inside her, so I moved up to place my hard dick against the lips of her pussy, then slowly slid in the tight, wet hole. I felt every inch of her snug pussy walls as we started to fuck. I was on top of her, driving my dick deep in her cunt, but after a while we rolled over so she could get on top of me.

Ivy loved doing it that way, she said. She could place my dick right on her G-spot. When she came again, her entire body shook, and the muscles of her vagina rippled around my dick. As she bounced up and down on me, I couldn’t hold back, and my dick spasmed hard. I shot my come in her hot pussy, and as I came, she came once again with me.

Ivy kept my dick deep in her pussy as she sprawled on top of me, her body still shaking. She would sometimes have multiple orgasms just lying on top of me, which always got me hard again in a short period of time. Her magic worked again, and I soon rolled her over and began fucking her again. She raised her hips to meet me each time I drove my dick in her hot come-soaked cunt. She was the hottest woman I had ever known in my life.

Finally I had Ivy turn over so I could enter her from the rear. I loved to watch as my dick went in and out of her beautiful pussy, and I was also able to watch her face in the mirror at the front of her bed. She looked so good that I was only able to give her one more climax before I came for the second time that night.