“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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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-...

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...