With her husband away she turns to other consolations

Holiday 2011

In this Issue:

• Their business trip romance became a journey to pleasure
• She gives him a booty call every week, and he comes running
• A daring dress leads to a sexy one-time tryst with a total stranger
• It was a late delivery and the messenger used the back door
• He was a hound, but one woman knew how to keep him in line
• Waitressing didn’t cut it, so she found a more lucrative profession
• With her husband away she turns to other consolations
• It took him nearly fifty years to get her, but it was worth the wait
• Her neighbor thought he was too big for her. It was a challenge
• Five young guys at his daughter’s wedding were hot for his wife
• Hidden Desires
• Biker Dude
• She hadn’t wanted to even go to the party, but it worked out great
• She earned her grade the hard way—making her professor hard
• This year’s annual sex pilgrimage was truly a trip to remember
• His taste for full-figured girls was tickled right in his own back yard
• With both their spouses away, it was too good an opportunity to miss
• He offers up his body for her to play with—she takes it from there
• This sultry summer idyll features a hot stranger and a steamy climax
• Giving head came naturally to her—and was she ever hooked!
• For some of the prom-goers it was hell night, for others pure magic
• That first encounter with her boyfriend’s manhood was a hit
• They had talked about swinging with another person, but they hadn’t figured on two . . . and then four . . .
• MIDNIGHT at the TUNNEL of LOVE
• They expected it to be a threesome, but the party grew some
• Here’s a smutty new take on “employee evaluations”
• Her old flame turned up suddenly, and it was better than old times
• Her Daughter’s wingman
• A PROMISCUOUS WIFE, A RANDY FRIEND AND AN UNRELIABLE DOG
• HIS WIFE LIKES TO PLAY WAITRESS IN JUST A SEE-THROUGH NIGHTIE
• THE STRANGER WANTED TO FUCK HER, AND HER HUSBAND HELPED
• ONCE HER TUBES WERE TIED SHE COULD REALLY LET HERSELF GO

It was a Friday morning, and I was eagerly anticipating my husband’s return that evening from a week-long business trip. But just after lunch I got a call from him telling me there had been some complications, and he wouldn’t be home for another three or four days.

I went home depressed, facing a long weekend alone without any plans, and an itch in my pants that I had intended to have scratched that night. I fixed myself a light dinner, then took a bottle of my favorite wine upstairs to my bedroom, along with the latest issue of Penthouse Letters. When my man is away, Letters is one of my two best friends, the other one being a large, thick, 10-inch black dildo that I call Victor. I call it that because it reminds me of a tall black man of that name who I met a few years ago at a wedding reception.

My husband Ned and I had been staying overnight at the hotel where the party was being held, and it just happened that Victor was also staying there. I knew that because he had slipped me his room number at the reception. Ned had consumed way more alcohol than usual, and was sleeping like a baby once I finished screwing him. I took a quick shower and snuck up two floors to Victor’s room, where I spent over two hours getting hosed by the biggest and blackest cock I’d ever encountered.

Now I poured myself some wine and relaxed in a comfy chair as I leafed through the magazine. I soon felt a pleasant warmth creeping into my loins as I read about a married woman who was experiencing interracial sex for the first time. It wasn’t long before I was pulling Victor out from his resting place in the drawer.

I was reading the woman’s description of how her lover mounted her and slowly eased his massive cockhead into her opening, just as Victor breached my own entrance to slip deep into my hungry cunt. The lady in the magazine and I climbed to the plateau of pure pleasure together. My orgasm washed over me just as she and her ebony stud reached simultaneous climaxes. Her pussy milked his spurting prick while mine contracted around Victor, the cock that never went flaccid.

I read three more letters while slowly stroking my slick cunt with my plastic lover, then went to bed, lying there on my stomach with Victor in my pussy. Oh God, how I wished my husband was home!

I slept in on Saturday morning, after having some very erotic dreams, and woke to discover that I still had Victor safely tucked in my snatch. I cleaned him and put him back in the drawer, then cleaned myself and put on a light cotton robe before going down to fix breakfast.

I was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee and the morning paper when I was startled by a sharp knock on the back door. The only people who usually came around that way were my two neighborhood girlfriends, Bev and Doris, who I knew were currently on a cruise together. Peeking out, I saw Doris’s husband Sid on my step. As he was a good friend I invited him in, even though I was scantly dressed.

He asked if Ned was there, and I explained that he was still out of town. I offered him coffee, which he accepted. We chatted over our coffee, and he told me that Doris and Bev were evidently having a ball on their trip. But then he became very serious and said he had something to ask me. Looking me straight in the eye, he asked me if I’d had an affair with Jim, Doris’s 21-year-old nephew, when he’d stayed with them the previous summer. I tried to sound calm as I asked him what made him think that. Sid replied that he had noticed that Jim spent an awful lot of time over here when Ned wasn’t home, and certain things he’d said had led him to wonder.

I could have lied, but at that point I couldn’t see any reason to deny the fact that I had indeed fucked his wife’s young nephew all summer. It had seemed right for both of us at the time, I told him, and no one had gotten hurt, and I didn’t see any sense in digging it up now.

Sid shook his head, saying, “Don’t worry, I won’t say anything to anybody. I just couldn’t believe I’ve known you for over 10 years and never saw that side of you. It blew my mind to think about you screwing Teddy, and to tell you the truth it gave me an unbelievable erection.”

He must have been thinking about it right then, because I couldn’t avoid seeing that the front of his shorts was now tented by an obvious hard-on.

Sid was one of the few men in the neighborhood who hadn’t tried hitting on me in all the time I’d known him. But it was pretty obvious that he was just like any other red-blooded man. And frankly, he was just the kind of man I go for. Seeing his bulging protrusion now triggered a fresh flow of juice between my legs, and I couldn’t help wondering just what that thing in his shorts looked like.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I was only vaguely aware that Sid had asked me a question. “Oh, sorry,” I said. “I just have to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” I went out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom. There I carefully loosened the belt of my robe, allowing a small portion of my breasts and a hint of pubic hair to be exposed. Then I returned to the kitchen. “Sorry,” I said to Sid. “What was it you were saying?”

Sid’s eyes went wide for a moment, and then he looked away from me. “I—I was just asking you if you would like to come over for dinner tonight. I cook a pretty good steak, if you could bring over a salad or something.” His eyes came back to me then in spite of himself, darting rapidly between my crotch and my tits, while I pretended not to notice I was exposing myself. I walked back to the table and leaned over to pick up my cup, knowingly letting the robe open to reveal my left breast.

“Sure,” I said. “Dinner sounds good.”

“Okay, see you then,” Sid said, and hastily left, awkwardly trying to conceal his hard-on, at which he did not succeed.

Sid greeted me warmly when I showed up at his house around seven o’clock that evening. I’d chosen to wear a revealing yellow sundress, quite short, under which I had on a lacy white bra and matching panties.

We had cocktails and dinner out on Sid’s patio, but just as we finished a sudden cloudburst sent us scurrying for the house,. soaking both of us before we could get inside. We stood near the sliding glass doors, watching the downpour wash our dinner dishes off the table, and then I noticed that Sid was staring at my breasts. I looked down, seeing that my wet dress and bra were nearly transparent, and my chilled nipples were sticking out like thimbles.

“Oh my God!” I said coyly. “I didn’t realize that I’m practically naked. I’m already wet, so I’ll just dash on home and call you later.”

Sid’s male instincts now finally took over as he wrapped his arms around me, saying, “Wait, you can’t go out in this. Come on, stay with me.” A moment later his lips were pressed to mine, kissing me while he slipped his hands down to cup my ass cheeks, pulling me firmly against his very hard erection. His tongue drilled its way into my mouth with an insistent passion that soon had my pussy as wet as the rest of me.

I returned his kiss in a way that left no doubt about my willingness to give him what he wanted, and encouraged him further by moving my hands between us to massage his impressive erection as my own tongue joined his in the mating dance. I didn’t protest when he boosted me up on the kitchen counter, even helping him get my panties down and off one leg before I began tearing at the front of his pants. He helped me in turn, pushing his wet pants and shorts down and releasing a large swollen purple-headed cock, pulsing with need.

As he was a tall man, Sid’s loins were in perfect alignment with mine as he moved between my open thighs. The head of his cock nosed into the pink folds of my pussy as if of its own accord. The copious flow of natural lubrication I was producing helped welcome and ease his initial entry into my body. He moved slowly, feeding my kitty an inch at a time until he was totally embedded in its smooth slippery sheath.

He held himself dead still then, buried to his balls, as he looked into my eyes with the expression of a man fighting to gain control of his orgasm, but helplessly losing the battle. I smiled, then contracted my pelvic muscles half a dozen times before I felt his cock throb as it expelled spurt after spurt of hot come deep in my pussy. God, I just loved the look of pleasure on his face as his passion poured into my body, and the sound of his gasping, as if he had just run a mile.

Once he had caught his breath he leaned down to kiss me. “Damn,” he whispered. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for ten years, and I wanted it to last all night, but I just lost it like a schoolboy getting his first piece of tail.”

I hugged him and said, “That was just a preview, lover. In case you haven’t noticed it, that cock in my pussy is still hard as a rock and ready for action.”

He looked down as if he didn’t believe me, and when he saw I was right he started thrusting into me again, screwing me soundly for nearly 10 minutes, splashing come and cunt juice all over the counter on which I had watched his wife prepare so many meals. I was climbing towards my peak when he exploded again, drenching my inner walls with still more of his sperm-laden juice. This time his cock became flaccid and slipped out of me, allowing a little river of his liquid love to trickle down over my tingling anus and drip onto the counter.

He gathered me up in his arms then, and carried me into the master bedroom, removing my wet dress and bra before turning back the covers and laying me on the bed he had shared with his wife for many years. He then stripped himself as well, and knelt on the bed beside me, saying, “God, you are even more lovely naked than when you’re dressed.”

His hands pushed at my thighs then, so I raised and spread my legs for him, giving him an unimpeded view of my pussy, which was what he seemed to want. He fingered my slit and tugged on my puffy labia, saying, “Christ, baby, that is just beautiful!” Then his words were muffled as he pressed his mouth to my opening and proceeded to lick and suck me there until I came, squirting my hot juice all over his face. He continued eating me until I came again, then climbed aboard once more to shove that big hard cock into my cunt, fucking me until I was nearly delirious and coming, it seemed, with every few strokes. He finally lunged into me one last time, blowing his cork and pumping several million more sperm into my body, after which we collapsed and fell asleep, snuggled together.

We spent most of the next day in bed, screwing, and Sid nearly went crazy when I gave him a royal blowjob, something he said Doris never did.

When I got home I found about a dozen messages from Ned. I called him back, telling him I had gone to visit my sister and stayed over. That night I was back in bed with Sid, screwing like a new bride. We carried on our little undercover relationship for nine years, until he and Doris had to move on account of his job. I certainly missed his cock, but there are always plenty of other men around if I get too horny. Not to mention Victor.

—Name and address withheld