Letters to Penthouse XIII (4 page)

It wasn’t long before he turned his attention to my wife. She later told me she became aware of it about a month after she went in his office for her first face-to-face meeting with him. He told her she would be his liaison with the other department heads. The next day she attended a meeting of the department chairmen with him, sitting next to him taking notes. As the meeting progressed it got boring, and she was dozing off when she was jolted awake. Her nipples were hard, and she began to tingle.

She was strangely noncommittal about what had aroused her, and whether it was pleasurable. I wondered if her closeness to Stephen, the professor, had turned her on and she didn’t want to admit it to me.

A few days later, after a fund-raising luncheon at an exclusive restaurant, Stephen invited Gwen to stay and have a drink with him. She was reluctant, but he convinced her. After a couple of drinks, conversation drifted to the fact that his wife was always in a state of near exhaustion and they rarely made love, which was frustrating him terribly.

This unexpected turn in the conversation got Gwen flustered, and she put her hand on his arm and said she was sorry for him. He put his arm around her shoulder and thanked her for her concern. Her nipples hardened immediately, and the tingling got her excited. In their somewhat secluded booth, he reached over and kissed her softly.

She said she was so stunned, at first she didn’t respond. Then she felt his tongue in her mouth, and became so turned on, she couldn’t resist when she felt his hand on her breast gently stroking her nipple. When they broke off the kiss, she regained her senses and took his hand off her breast.

She told me that she was breathless but said to Stephen that she couldn’t allow this to go any farther, as she did not want to betray her husband. He said he understood and was sorry for being so forward. They were both embarrassed and left the restaurant soon after.

When she got home, she said nothing to me about the incident, fearing it would hurt me or make me jealous. (How right she was on both counts!) A week later, after we put the kids to bed, she had me sit down and proceeded to tell me what had happened in the restaurant. After I got over my surprise, she asked how I felt about it.

I said I felt jealous and excited at the same time. I also said I was disappointed she hadn’t told me sooner.

She said she had needed time to think it over. Then she looked me deep in the eyes and said she didn’t want to jeopardize our relationship, but after considering Stephen’s ability to move her to an extreme level of excitement, she was thinking of going to bed with him. She asked if I could handle it.

I sat there in a state of shock for several seconds, then said I didn’t know if I could handle it, but let me think about it and let’s talk it over, to see if my ego and our relationship could survive her having an affair. She said she needed to know that night, because he’d invited her to dinner the next evening and she’d made up her mind that if she accepted, she’d probably end up sleeping with him. She said she wanted to be up-front with me so that if it did happen, she wouldn’t be sneaking behind my back.

I said that her screwing another man could be more than either I or our marriage could handle, but the old proverb, “If you love someone, set them free” came to mind. If it was meant to be, they’d return. What choice did I have? But there was one condition: that she had to tell me all about their lovemaking—every detail, no holding back, so I would know she wasn’t putting some little part of her relationship with Stephen in a secret place in her heart. She agreed to tell me all about it when she got home.

So, the decision was made. The next day Gwen dressed for work alluringly. I got butterflies in my stomach knowing that she was wearing the sexy black lace bra-and-panty set I got her last Valentine’s Day—to arouse another man! As I kissed her good-bye that morning, I felt emotions as penetrating as any I’ve felt in my life.

What followed was the longest day of my life. I felt tremendous jealousy in the pit of my stomach as I envisioned her lying in bed beneath another man sinking his manhood deep in her. Then I felt rushes of excitement from images of them engaged in sex. I wondered about our future together. It could never be the same. Would she fall in love with him? Would they have an ongoing affair? What would go through her mind while they made love?

I fed the kids and put them to bed, saying their mother had to attend an evening meeting, and just sat waiting numbly. It was almost two in the morning when Gwen got home. Her hair was messed up, but otherwise you couldn’t tell that she’d spent the last several hours getting screwed to her heart’s content.

My voice cracked as I asked her how her evening went. She said she was tired and we should talk in bed. Walking upstairs, I smelled alcohol and semen. It’s funny, but the smell of his come hurt more than all the images I’d conjured during the hours of waiting. In the bedroom, when she took off her dress, she didn’t have her bra on and her breasts had hickeys. When she took off her panties, her pubic hair was come-soaked. Semen dripped from her hole.

She looked down and said simply, “He came a lot. The first time there was so much, my tummy swelled. He told me later it had been a long time since he had last made love.”

Her manner as she spoke was strange. She seemed remote as she related the details of her evening. When she got in bed, I saw dried semen matted in the hair around her face. She gave me a little French kiss, and I tasted what was obviously semen. It was almost as if she was flaunting the fact that he had come in her mouth, whereas she rarely put her lips to my dick—and then only if she’d had a lot to drink, and for a short time, never letting me near climax.

She had told me she had a bad experience with oral sex with an old boyfriend, and in all our years of marriage I never pushed her into giving me head. Obviously she’d had a change of heart that night and given Stephen an enthusiastic blowjob.

I sat on the bed as she described the events of the evening. After dinner he took her to a classy nightclub in a hotel not far from our house. After several slow dances and as many drinks, he drew her close, moved his leg between hers and pressed on her hips until her pubic mound rubbed against his thigh. It didn’t take long for this to really turn her on. He let his hand move from her waist to the top of her butt. When she didn’t protest, he caressed her bottom. Right then they both understood they would end up in bed.

His hand moved so his middle finger slid down the crack of her ass. She was so aroused, she French-kissed him deeply and dry-humped him right on the dance floor. He left her for a few minutes. When he returned, he told her he had reserved a room. She said she felt a naughty thrill as they entered the elevator to go up to the room.

As soon as they entered the room, he kissed her so passionately, she felt faint. He slipped his hand under the hem of her dress and caressed her bottom and squeezed her ass cheeks. She reached her hand to his crotch and felt his hard cock for the first time.

This really turned her on, and obviously had the same effect on him. As his cock throbbed in her hand, she thought he would come right then. They undressed and got on the bed, kissing passionately. He moved on top of her, pressing his cock against her opening, and she was so wet, the head slipped in before she knew what was happening.

She stopped her story and said almost apologetically that his dick was a little longer than mine and very much larger around, and the largeness almost brought her to climax as he worked his organ in her vagina.

She had to draw her legs wide apart and pull her knees up to her chest when he mounted her so he could work his engorged dick up in her pussy. He penetrated her slowly, and when he got all the way in, they were both so excited, they had to lie still for a few minutes to keep from climaxing too soon.

At this point, I was so turned on that I was ready to come in my pants. Gwen noticed my arousal and asked if I wanted her to continue or wait till tomorrow to finish. I got undressed and climbed in bed. I stroked her damp pussy as I told her to continue, but she asked me to stop, saying it was sensitive from the night’s activity.

It really hit me that she was willing to fuck her boss but not her husband. She noticed my hurt look and said she would make it up to me another way. She then climbed under the covers, took my dick in her mouth and sucked me like never before, licking the head and pulling me deep in her mouth while sucking strongly. She stroked my balls and worked a finger up my butt. It was the best blowjob of my life. I shot a huge load in her mouth, the first time I had ever done that with her.

She swallowed it with no effort, and said coyly as she moved up on me, “Did that make you feel better?”

Actually it made me feel worse. I pondered her new willingness to give me head, wondering what he did to change her so completely.

She continued her story. Once his shaft was buried in her, he moved slowly in and out until she was so excited, she had an intense orgasm. He held her close, with his dick stuffed in her, until she finished coming. Then he started fucking again slowly, gradually increasing the pace of his strokes until they both were ready to climax.

It was so intense that she got light-headed. All she could do was grunt as his cock rammed in her pussy. He moaned loudly and kissed her deeply as he climaxed in her. She said she actually felt the semen spurt in her womb as he pumped in her over and over.

She said that when it was over and they calmed down, she was embarrassed. But he stroked her and said it was the best lovemaking he ever experienced. She told me she didn’t want to hurt my feelings, but she had told him honestly that it was the best time for her too. My heart sank when I realized that I might be losing her to someone who could satisfy her better than I could.

She went on. After they lay cuddling for a while, they showered, washing each other, and he got hard again. He asked her to blow him, and she agreed. She knelt down in the shower, and as she sucked, he stroked in and out of her mouth. She reached up between his legs and fondled his balls, feeling them contract when he was ready to come. She got so turned on stroking his balls that she decided to let him come in her mouth. Once again he seemed to come in quarts. She tried to swallow it, but there was so much, it flowed around her lips and down her chin onto her breasts.

After they finished showering they got dressed and she came home. I asked if she planned on seeing him again. She said she had feelings for him, which made her uneasy because she did not want to lose me or our kids. She said she thought she might like to try it again if everything were just right, including my ability to handle it. I said the way I felt right then, I didn’t want her to ever make love to another man, it made me so jealous and hurt so deeply. She said she didn’t want to hurt me and promised she wouldn’t ever take a lover again.

Over the next few weeks, things got back to normal between us. Gwen revealed no interest in a repeat of her affair. Our sex life heated up. We got it on at least every other night, with a passion I hadn’t experienced since early in our marriage.

Monday of last week, after leaving for work, I had to return home for my glasses. The phone rang. I picked up to hear Gwen answering on the upstairs phone. My heart sank when I heard a man ask, “When are we going to get together again?”

After a long pause, Gwen said, “I told my husband about the other night, and he made me promise to end it.”

Stephen (I assumed) said he would abide by her wishes but she owed it to him to meet with him to talk things through. During the excruciating silence, my heart pounded as I prayed she would turn him down. I was devastated when she said she’d meet him the next day after work at the same hotel they’d used before. She didn’t see what was in store for her, but I knew our marriage had come full circle from the night all those years ago when she had agreed to go to Chicago for a weekend with her college “friend.”

I was determined to see this thing to a conclusion, no matter how bad it hurt. I took the afternoon off from work and waited in a secluded booth in the hotel bar. Stephen arrived first I recognized him from a photo in a newsletter story Gwen had written about him. He stood in the lounge entrance and looked around. When he didn’t see her, he went out to the hotel lobby.

I followed him. He went to the reservation desk. Moving within earshot, I heard him reserve a room and the clerk say the room number as she handed him the key. As soon as he returned to the bar, I managed to book the adjoining room, then rushed up to see what I could arrange.

It wasn’t too hard to jimmy the connecting door to their room with a credit card. My first thought was to leave the door ajar, but they would have easily noticed, so I parted the curtains to their patio deck, just enough to give me an unobstructed view of the room. I also cracked the louvered lower window so I could hear everything going on inside.

Then I slipped out onto the patio to wait for them.

After a few minutes they came in. I thought, it didn’t take him long to weaken her resolve to be faithful to me. They stood near the bed. She stepped up to him, put her arms around his neck and looked in his eyes. She raised her lips to his in an open-mouth kiss. I saw the passion between them as their lips moved. She was obviously sucking his tongue deep in her mouth.

After a long time she leaned back with her pussy pressed hard against his pelvis and said, “I know I shouldn’t be here cheating on my husband, but I have to have you one more time.”

He said, “It doesn’t have to end here. We could go on without him ever knowing.”

Gwen kissed him on the cheek and said that this had to be the last time, that she didn’t want to lose me.

All this time I was thinking that after this night, whether our marriage was to continue would be a big question. I was determined to witness how the night played out.

They kissed again, and she reached down and stroked his cock. His hands slid down her back and caressed her butt. They stood there kissing and dry-humping for a long time. Then they undressed each other. They went to the bed, and as she bent to pull the blankets down, he moved behind her and rubbed his hard-on up the crack of her ass.