It had been three weeks since I last saw Anita. I wouldn’t have called her for a date, considering she was married. Admittedly, I missed seeing her bend over and present herself to me, asking for nothing more than a hard fuck and a load of my cum in her pussy. So, I was pleased to see her show up for my Thursday night gig at the bar. I was also intrigued that she brought a friend with her. Usually, Anita would get a seat...

Yes, Cheryl was my sorority sister and best friend at our all-women’s private college. Taking her boyfriend to bed was wrong. On the other hand, any boy who would go to bed with his girlfriend‘s best friend was a bad actor and did not deserve to have a sweet girlfriend like Cheryl. So that is how I justified my inviting Cheryl’s boyfriend Carl, to walk me home from the bar in Georgetown. Carl and I had been out with a gro...

Anita showed up early for my Thursday night gig at the bar. I had not called her or texted her since leaving her last week with cum running down her leg into her boots. I guess my lack of chivalry does not bother her. Tonight she is wearing a loose-fitting sheer white blouse, which accentuates the appearance of her large augmented breasts, and a short leather mini-skirt. “I got my husband to take me shopping this afternoo...

Anita gets sent home dripping. She strolls up to me while I pack away my guitar - breasts spectacularly augmented, blonde hair down her back, firm full ass tightly encased by white tennis shorts. “So I get home from work at six, the house is quiet, except for the sound of a creaking office chair in the den.” I guess she considers me a confidant after listening to me play my 30-minute set of classic covers. “So my husband...

I awakened from my nap when Chloe returned from tennis. “So you jacked off on Lisa Markowitz’s tits,” Chloe announced as I opened my eyes. Lying would have been useless at this point. “Most of it went on her face,” I clarified. Chloe had tried to sound serious and angry but my response caused her to chuckle ever so slightly. “And you think that this is no big deal?” Chloe tried to regain a serious tone. “I know,” I admitt...

At 6 AM my phone rang. I picked it up. “Rob, it’s Saul. I need your help. I’m in jail. My bail hearing is at 9,” Saul bellowed. “Slow down Saul,” I mumbled. “Explain.” “I was at the Dusitpirom’s house last night. It was fucked up and I lost it,” Saul complained. “So why did they arrest you?” I enquired. “Things got violent!” Saul shouted into the phone. “OK,” I tried to calm Saul down. “What are the charges?” “Aggravated...

Dear Penthouse Forum, I have enjoyed reading your letters for many years. I have often suspected that some of the stories are “made up.“ I never imagined that I would have an experience like this one that I have the opportunity to share with you. My wife, Lurleen, is a beautiful, smart, sexy, and, above all, generous woman. She is the love of my life. We married 10 years ago, shortly before I retired from a brief career a...

The Indian Lakes Country Club end-of-season tennis banquet was held the following Wednesday night in the clubhouse ballroom. Chloe and I sat at the lead table since Chloe was the captain-elect of the women’s team. Notably absent were Dr. Patrick and Eliza. According to the official word from his office, Dr. Patrick had not been feeling well and had canceled his surgeries for the week. Despite this, Chloe had informed me t...

Eliza stood, still fully clothed, with a tight grip on the mid-shaft of my hard cock. Her hold tightened as she stared with disgust and anger at her disgraced husband Dr. Patrick. Chloe conducted her little orchestra with the flair of a Leonard Bernstein - only with a wooden Sportcraft paddle ball racquet instead of a conductor’s baton. Poor Dr. Patrick, his embarrassingly tiny erection still jutting forward, stood teary-...

Dear Penthouse forum, I have enjoyed reading your letters for many years. I have often suspected that some of the stories are “made up.“ I never imagined that I would have a sexy experience like this one that I have the opportunity to share with you. My husband Blake is a tall, strong sexy man. We have been married for over twenty years but for the last ten years, our sex life has calmed dramatically. While I tell my girl...

When we woke up Saturday morning, Ellen was already awake in Chloe’s flannel pajamas, making breakfast for us. “That scotch makes you drunk, but I can’t believe I don’t have a headache,” announced Ellen. “The good stuff, like single malt scotch, is actually very pure so it doesn’t give you a headache like you get from the cheap stuff,” I explained. “Maybe I need to get my husband to drink that instead of the cheap vodka h...

The following Saturday, exactly 2 weeks after Kylie‘s spanking, Chloe, Bart, Kylie and I sat down to discuss Suzanne’s violation of Kylie’s trust. Chloe, somewhat jokingly, offered Kylie an extra seat cushion for her chair at the table. Kylie smirked and reassured Chloe that her butt was “fine.” “Your little butt had always been fine,” I thought to myself - but wisely resisted the urge to share my little joke. With no pri...

The story of Kylie’s spanking spread like a California wildfire through our gated community. This was far from our intention. All that we aspired to was to encourage our neighbor to think twice about disparaging her kind husband in public (and perhaps in private as well). According to Chloe, who heard the story from her tennis partner Lisa Markowitz, Kylie was climbing out of the indoor pool at the club the Monday after h...

“She’s such a bitch!” proclaimed Chloe, my sexy wife of 20 years, as she prepared lunch on a summer Sunday afternoon, “the way, Kylie degrades him and insults him in front of other people. No woman should treat her husband that way!” I shrugged but also offered tacit agreement. Kylie and Bart are friends and neighbors. Admittedly, I enjoy Kylie’s company more than does Chloe. Chloe considers Kylie to be a pretentious “mea...