Hidden Desires

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

My wife and I have enjoyed Penthouse Letters for over 20 years. The letters have amped up our sex life on numerous occasions. Rita’s favorites are usually in the Serendipity section. Stories about uncontrollable passionate desire really turn her on, and I have reaped the benefits many times over the years.

My favorites are typically in the wife-watching issue. We are very open sexually and devoted to each other and had never includ­ed anyone else in our sex life. Rita was very worried that that would damage our marriage. So we kept our fan­tasies in our pillow talk and some role-playing. But I ­always hoped that someday someone Rita trusted would come along and make our hidden desires real.

An opportunity presented itself recently when we went back east to attend a wedding. We moved to Southern California over 25 years ago and only get back to our old home state every few years, to attend graduations and weddings.

Philip was a guy Rita dated for a while when she was in high school. He was very nice and polite and very shy around girls. They dated on and off for a while and Rita became frustrated that he never would try to get into her pants. The closest that they came was at a sleepover party where they made out and she even took out his cock and stroked it. He was pretty clueless apparently, and aside from feeling her large tits under her shirt, didn’t try to take it any further. She still remembers his cock as the largest she had ever seen (not to mention felt!) up close.

I noticed at the last few events that Philip attended that he is still very attracted to Rita. He always made it a point to talk to her and usually touched her hand or knee while sitting with her rehashing old times. He always hugged her hello and good-bye and hung on a little longer than necessary. Rita even told me she could feel his hard-on press­ing against her belly. She’s five feet three with long chestnut hair, large tits and a nice ass, and she has an innate sexiness and flirty personality that attracts men wherever we go. She likes the attention and is turned on by it but, like I said, is adamant about not going past the flirting part.

I began to develop a plan to see if she could be tempted to go farther. Before we left Los Angeles, I took her out shopping for clothes for the trip. I particularly like the way she looks in a sundress and heels. With my nudging, she bought a pretty white and blue backless sundress that really highlighted her cleavage and some strappy sandals with heels that showed off her legs. Next we went to the lingerie store and bought see-through bras and panties that left virtually nothing to the imagination. She really got off on how into it I was, and we promptly went home and fucked like crazy for pretty close to an hour before we went out to dinner.

The next day we flew “back home.” I had Rita wear a nice yellow sundress on the plane and teased her ceaselessly throughout the flight. I even brought a blanket so I could reach up her skirt anytime I wanted and finger her freshly shaved pussy. By the time that we arrived she was so hot and bothered, she practically tackled me as soon as we were inside our hotel room. I picked her up and tossed her on the bed and settled between her legs to eat her hot snatch. Wow, was she ever ready!

With two of my fingers in her wet hole, I licked her clit just the way she likes it. She came as soon as my fingers entered her and then again while I sucked on her hard pink clit. Needing some ­release myself, I pulled her panties off, lifted her skirt above her waist and drove my hard cock in her. I love being between my wife’s legs, feeling her pussy milk my cock until I explode. Her favorite way to be fucked is doggie-style, so I flipped her over, unhooked the strap of her sundress so her bare tits fell free, grabbed her waist and fucked her senseless until we came together and crashed into the bed.

The next day we headed to the wedding of one of our nieces. It was a beautiful ceremony. The groom’s fam­ily was hosting the recep­tion and after-party at their home. I saw Philip with his wife at the church, but we didn’t get a chance to talk. My only hope was that he would show up for the reception. Based on the way he still looked at Rita, I figured he would. The only obstacle to my plan was his wife Sandra, obviously the jealous and possessive type, who was clearly aware of his fixation with Rita.

Philip and Sandra indeed showed up at the reception, which was a lot of fun, with everyone supporting the young newlyweds. Drinks flowed freely. Rita had a few margaritas, and her inhibitions were definitely down. She teased me, rubbing her big tits against my chest while we danced—and noting the response it caused in my slacks! She said it served me right for the way I did her on the plane. I told her she definitely was getting seriously fucked before we left the party. She just laughed at me and said it was too bad I was going to be stuck with my hard cock for a while.

Rita went over to talk with some relatives, and I took the opportunity to go talk with Philip and his wife. My luck totally improved when, after some small talk, Sandra said she had a headache and wanted to go home while Philip said he wanted to stay. I prompted that later one of Phil’s friends could give him a ride, and Sandra left. She wasn’t thrilled that her husband wasn’t going too, and made no effort to hide her feelings.

Philip was a little drunk, so I don’t think he noticed. He’s still clueless about reading women apparently.

I grabbed a couple more drinks for Phil and me, and we stood and talked for a while about the usual guy stuff: sports, the economy and the sexy women in the room. I noticed that he kept looking at Rita and decided to push the issue to see where it might lead. “So,” I said, “Rita tells me you two went out in high school for a while?” He said they did, and for some reason he’d never understood it didn’t work out. I said that they were both young but added that Rita still mentioned him ­occasionally. I didn’t mention that we jokingly named her largest dildo “Phildo.” He was intrigued that my wife still talked about him and excused himself to go to the bathroom.

I found a good vantage point in the corner where I could see Rita but not be noticed myself, and waited to see if the game was on. Sure enough, Phil came out of the bathroom, spotted Rita and, after a side trip to the bar to grab two margaritas, made his way through the crowd to her. He handed her a drink and gave her the usual awkwardly long hug. She had the slightly glazed look in her hazel eyes she gets when she’s drunk and/or horny. The fact that her eyes were more sparkly green told me that it was the latter. She hugged him back and they talked for about 15 minutes, during which his eyes were glued to her ample cleavage.

I figured if he was going to try something, it was now or never. He apparently felt the same way, as he whispered something in her ear, stole a quick kiss on her lips and turned and headed up the stairs of the house. I watched intently as she stood there for a few minutes, then slammed the rest of her margarita and headed up the stairs.

I followed about a minute behind. There were four bedroom doors, three of which were closed. I listened at the first door and heard nothing. Behind the second a couple was obviously fucking, and pretty noisily, but the woman didn’t sound like Rita. She’s not a screamer; she finds that embarrassing. The third room, with the open door, was unoccupied.

At the last door I hit the jackpot. I recognized Rita’s voice saying, “We shouldn’t be doing this,” then heard what sounded like a wet kiss and a moan from her. I felt a little awkward standing in a hallway listening through the door, so I went in the open bedroom, hoping I could hear through the wall. My luck totally improved when I discovered that the two bedrooms were connected by a bathroom!

I stepped quietly into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. The door to their bedroom was open about three inches. I discovered I could sit in the dark bathroom and see the bed in the reflection in the bathroom mirror. The view was perfect, and when I saw what they were doing I immediately got hard.

Phil was standing next to the bed, kissing Rita with absolute passion. He unbuttoned the neck strap of her sundress and her bare tits sprang free. Her pink nipples were hard, with little bumps formed around the peaks on her areolae the way she gets when she’s extremely horny! As soon as Philip saw her bared tits, he dropped to his knees and took them in his mouth one after the other. She moaned and held onto the back of his head. He reached under her skirt and felt her round ass. She gyrated against him and pressed her tits to his mouth.

Rita sat on the edge of the bed, and Phil knelt between her legs and continued sucking her tits while holding her with his arms around her bare back. He started to work his right hand up between her thighs, making her squirm and then jump when his hand made contact with her pussy. She pushed the hand away and said they needed to stop. He removed his hand and kissed his way up her bare breast, then kissed and nibbled on her neck. That was the perfect move; nothing gets my wife more ready to go than attention to her neck. He continued kissing his way up her neck until they locked lips in another passionate kiss.

Phil laid Rita back on the bed with him, still kissing her. His hands roamed over her bare breasts and lightly pinched her hard nipples. Judging by the tent in his slacks, her reports about his size were not exaggerated. He’s about six feet three, with curly brown hair, and is in pretty good shape. He worked his hand down her flat belly and then over her mound, where he cupped her thinly veiled pussy with his large right hand. Instead of pushing him away, she put her hand on top of his and pressed it more firmly to her mound and ground her crotch against him.

Rita stroked Phil’s erection through his pants. I thought he was going to come at the touch, but he regained control by holding her hand absolutely still. She got a “cat that ate the canary” smile on her face, and I knew then that the guy was in for the night of his life.

Rita stood up, facing Philip, and slowly and seductively peeled off her sundress. She stood before him in just a sheer white thong and white high heels. He looked her up and down and said, “You are absolutely beautiful and amazingly sexy. I’ve imagined this moment since I blew it with you years ago!”

Rita smiled and melted into Phil’s arms and kissed his square jaw and neck. She unbuttoned his dress shirt and kissed her way down the center of his chest to his treasure trail, following the buttons along his bare skin. He kicked off his dress shoes, and she undid his belt. While she unbuttoned and unzipped him, she ran her mouth along the outline of his hard cock straining inside his pants.

The view I had of Rita’s exposed ass and swollen pussy lips from behind while she serviced Phil made my cock demand attention too. As she peeled down his boxers and slacks and freed his cock, I released mine from my slacks and began stroking myself. I had to stop several times to keep from coming.

Rita paused to admire the impressive male member she had unleashed. She stroked it lovingly and soon had her hands side by side stroking it from balls to tip. It was longer than two hand widths and big enough around that her thumbs and fingers didn’t meet. She licked the glistening drop of precome from the tip and took the large cockhead in her mouth.

Phil groaned loudly and held the back of Rita’s head while she sucked him. She bobbed her head up and down, taking a little more in each time. When she had maybe half of it down her throat, she massaged his balls and sucked him deep, until he warned her that he was going to come. But she just kept driving her mouth up and down his shaft until he tensed and began shooting in her mouth.

She tried to swallow it all, but a small amount escaped and ran down her chin until it dripped on his balls. I lost it at that point and stepped to the sink to unload the biggest come I’d had in years. I had to stop and control my breathing to avoid being discovered.

After a minute or so, I peeked in the bedroom again. Rita was lying in Phil’s arms, still wearing her panties and heels, and he was kissing her neck. He worked his way up to give her a deep tongue kiss, and her legs reflexively spread a little. He kissed his way slowly down her neck, licked and sucked on her pert nipples and continued kissing his way down her belly. When he got to her panties, as he peeled them off he kissed and nuzzled her mound.

When Philip saw Rita’s exposed pussy with the smoothly shaved lips and a perfect small triangle of brown hair pointing at her protruding clit, he paused to admire her sex. He took a deep inhale of her scent and dropped his jaw down between her thighs. She spread her legs as wide as she could, and he kissed her exposed pussy lips. When his lips touched hers, she gasped and lifted her ass off the bed to his mouth.

Philip placed a hand under each of Rita’s knees and pinned her to the bed, spreading her wide open and immobile with her knees against her breasts. She trembled as he licked her from her asshole to her clit with long tongue strokes. As he licked her pink flower and plunged his tongue deep in her, she moaned. He teased her until she begged for release and then rapidly licked the side and tip of her clit until she had a crashing orgasm. As I mentioned, she’s normally not a screamer, but on that night she put the woman behind bedroom door number one to shame.

After I witnessed my wife in the throes of ecstasy, my cock sprang back to life. I stroked it again while watching Phil kiss his way down to Rita’s feet and remove her shoes. With both of them now totally naked, he kissed his way back up her legs and kissed her still overly sensitive pussy, which made her jump. As he worked his way up her belly, he positioned himself between her thighs, and I knew that this was the moment I had been waiting for!

Phil kissed and sucked Rita’s nipples and neck, and then her mouth. I knew she must be tasting her come on his lips, and that thought almost made me come again. I just managed to control myself by slowing down my cock strokes.

When I looked up, Philip’s erection was nestled at ­Rita’s entrance. I watched enthralled as her pussy lips opened for his big organ. He began to fuck her, each time entering her slowly and pausing, give her a chance to adjust to his size. She spread her legs wider and wider, and he pushed deeper and deeper in her. She moaned and groaned and gasped as she was stretched to the limit. He kissed and sucked hungrily on her neck while he slid his cock in deep, withdrew almost to the tip and drove in deep again, over and over.

I know how much Rita needs to be fucked after getting eaten to orgasm, so the animal sounds she was making while Phil did her weren’t surprising. She pulled her knees up so she could take every bit of him while he fucked her harder and harder. I heard his balls smacking her ass with each thrust as they built to the grand finale.

Phil sat up between Rita’s thighs, grabbed her ankles and placed them on his shoulders. Holding her hips, he began pistoning into her, not letting her go, so he could get maximum thrust. She whimpered and then moaned loudly while thrashing her head side to side. When his balls tightened to his cock, I knew he was about to blow inside my wife. She urged him on, ­saying, “Yes, yes! Fuck me, Phil, fuck me! Ohmygod!” With that, I watched her have a tremendous orgasm. He grunted loudly and emptied his balls in her. He held her ass tight and drove in her constantly until he collapsed on top of her.

Rita was the first to come to her senses. She told Phil they had been gone too long and their spouses were probably wondering where they were. He pulled his spent cock out of her, and come dribbled down her ass crack and onto the bedspread. He said for her to lie still and he would get a wash­cloth to clean it up. Those words snapped me out of it. I barely had time to step in the bathtub and hide behind the shower curtain to avoid discovery.

When Philip finished using the bathroom and cleaning his cock, he went in the bedroom with a warm washcloth and cleaned ­Rita’s pussy and the bedspread, joking about “getting rid of the evidence.” My wife responded that he had shot so deep inside her that “­evidence will be seeping into my panties for a week.”

They agreed that this was a one-time deal and they would never speak of it again. Phil got dressed and left, and Rita said she would come down in ten minutes or so to avoid suspicion.

I stepped from my hiding place and watched my wife gather her clothes and set them down on the bed so she could get dressed. As she bent over the bed away from me, I crept up behind her, grabbed her hips and slid my hard cock in her sloppy pussy.

She said, “So much for cleaning up the evidence!” I replied that I would add some of my own. She jumped, startled, and tried to say something. I pulled out, turned her into my arms and gave her a huge embrace and kiss. I said how much I loved her and how much living out our fantasies had turned me on and had made me desire her all the more. Then I laid on the bed and told her to ride her husband’s cock until he came. Happily, we came together, then cuddled some more before returning to the party to say our good-byes. Most people thought we had left an hour before! Phil was nowhere to be seen.

Maybe we’ll see him at the next big event. We’re looking for an opportunity to fulfill more fantasies, but until then we are enjoying the heck out of each other and are closer and more passionate than ever.

—S.S., Long Beach, California