Letters to Penthouse XIV by Penthouse International Page B

early in the morning, she smelled of sex and seemed sticky. All she would say was, “I made it with a bunch of guys again.” Not infrequently, when I would call home during the day, she would say that she was busy, and I would hear male voices in the background. One time when she was out partying, I found a videotape in the VCR. When I played it, I saw that it was an amateur porn film that she had made. She was with two other women and six guys. They fucked and sucked in various positions for about an hour. I got so horny I masturbated.
    The other weekend I went to a dance club with her. She was wearing a very short skirt and a low-cut blouse—and of course she didn’t bother wearing underwear. While we were dancing, a tall black guy cut in on me. Before I knew it, they were dancing closely and he had his hands on her ass. After the dance, she left with him. I followed them to his car in the parking lot. Mandy looked around and didn’t see me watching. She took off her clothes and jumped in the back seat with her new date. The car began to rock back and forth for about ten minutes. I went back into the dance hall. Mandy came in a few minutes later smiling and licking her lips. She told me she had made a new friend and was going to meet some friends of his and asked if I wouldn’t mind going home alone. She came back home the next morning. All she would say is that she had the fuck of a lifetime.
    It’s been one year now. Mandy still can’t seem to get enough sex. She’s started doing it in public at sex parties, or at least that’s what she tells me. Any man is fair game for her. She’s even started to do some of our daughter’s friends, almost always more than one at a time. Whenever I ask when will her affairs end, she says, “One day, honey, but not soon.”—
L.H., Hartsville, South Carolina
    SOME INNOCENT KISSES LEAD TO A NOT-SO-INNOCENT NIGHT OF PASSION
    My name is Paula. My husband Wayne and I are avid bowlers. We are on a five-man team. Jimmy, Donna and Gene are the other three. Gene is the only one who is single. He’s fifty-seven years old and weighs one-hundred forty pounds. He only stands about five foot three, but is one helluva good bowler.
    Last season right after Christmas, Wayne got pulled off day work and put on the night shift. We had to hunt for a fifth man and found one. Our team has a special arrangement: If you get three strikes in a row you get a kiss. Naturally I mean that the guys kiss the girls and the girls kiss the guys.
    One night Gene was bowling real well and getting his kisses. A few times he gave me some tongue. It took me by surprise, but it felt real good. It had been a long time since I had gotten a kiss like that.
    After bowling, Gene and I went into the bowling alley bar and had a drink. Gene lifted his glass in greeting and said, “I hope I didn’t shake you up kissing you like that before.”
    I assured him that it didn’t bother me, and that in fact it felt good. Things went along about the same the rest of the month. Gene and I would have our after-game drink then I’d go home and play with myself. I wasn’t getting much loving from my husband at that point. His only day off was Sunday and he was usually too tired to fuck.
    As I was getting dressed, I realized it had been about three weeks since I’d had any cock. I thought to myself that if Gene gives me a tongue kiss that night I’d give him one in return.
    When I got ready to go to the alley, my car wouldn’t start. I called Donna but she and Jimmy had left already. I called Gene and he stopped by and drove me to the bowling alley.
    It turned out to be a great night. I sucked on Gene’s tongue more than once, as he did mine.
    When Gene dropped me off at home I asked if he wanted to come up for a nightcap, and he accepted. I gave him a beer and made myself a nice strong cocktail. I told him to relax for a little while because I was going to take a quick shower.
    I put on a silk robe and told myself,