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  Contents

  TRUE CONFESSIONS

  WHAT’S A GIRL TO DO WHEN THERE ARE SO MANY GUYS READY, WILLING AND ABLE?

  IF MARRIAGE SMOTHERS YOU, YOU HAVE TO FIND ANOTHER OUTLET FOR THOSE IMPULSES

  EVERY MAN NEEDS TO BE EQUIPPED WITH THE RIGHT TOOLS FOR ALL OCCASIONS

  SHE HAS TO TAKE CARE OF HER MOUNTING EXCITEMENT WHILE SHE WAITS FOR HIM

  SHE WAS A MATURE WIFE AND MOTHER WHO’D NEVER CHEAT—CERTAINLY NOT WITH A STRANGE BLACK STRIPPER

  WHEN HER HUSBAND STOOD HER UP SHE WORE HER SEXY OUTFIT FOR SOMEONE ELSE

  THEY WERE PARTNERS IN A SAILBOAT RACE AND SHE HELPED HIM RAISE HIS MAST

  WHEN A WIFE CHEATS ON HER CHEATING HUSBAND HE CAN ONLY CHEAT SOME MORE

  A LONG WAIT FOR LOVE

  THE WATCHER

  KEEPING THE BOSS HAPPY

  STOLEN NIGHTS

  FULL-SERVICE FRIEND

  ONE NIGHT OF HEAVEN

  LONG LOST LOVE

  KING OF THE LOAD

  SWEET, DIRTY LITTLE SLUT

  HOW SHE MADE HER MARK

  HER FONDEST WISH GRANTED

  WET RIDE HOME

  AURAL ADULTERY

  FANTASY LIFE

  TASTING YOUTH

  CAN DANCE A LITTLE

  COPULATING COWORKERS

  LOVE COMES HARD

  A DREAMY ENCOUNTER

  THE WEDDING DINGER

  FRIEND INDEED

  STRANGERS WHEN WE MEET

  A WELCOME CHANGE

  WHEN CYBERSEX TURNS REAL

  CARRY A BIG STICK

  SHOT IN THE DARK

  ALL THE MARKET WILL BARE

  FRINGE BENEFITS

  CARPOOL COUPLE

  BLACK ON THE SIDE

  BEACH BLANKET BOFF

  DARK DESIRES

  NAUGHTY NEIGHBOR

  DARK RAPTURE

  UNIFORM DESIRES

  HEALTHY LIAISON

  BETWEEN FRIENDS

  GOOD NEIGHBOR POLICY

  CONVERSION EXPERIENCE

  SECRET MEETING

  HIS FIRST AFFAIR

  “BUSINESS TRIP”

  THE TOOL FOR THE JOB

  WILD WEDDING

  OLD FRIENDS, NEW LOVERS

  BOPPING BETH

  A CASUAL JOKE LEADS TO A LESS-THAN-CASUAL AFFAIR

  TURNABOUT IS FAIR PLAY FOR A MAN WHOSE WIFE STEPPED OUT ON HIM

  SOMETIMES OUR GREATEST PLEASURES ARE THE MOST UNEXPECTED

  A HORNY WIFE USES THEIR COUNTRY GETAWAY TO GET SOME ON THE SIDE

  SHE ASSUMES THE RIGHT TO FUCK OTHER MEN, AND HE SECRETLY APPROVES

  SOME INNOCENT KISSES LEAD TO A NOT-SO-INNOCENT NIGHT OF PASSION

  WHERE AN UNHAPPY MARRIAGE FAILS, A CLANDESTINE TRYST SUCCEEDS

  A DISSATISFIED WOMAN FINDS PLEASURE IN SECRET LIFE AS A SLUT

  INFIDELITY PROVIDES THE PERFECT ESCAPE FROM AN IMPERFECT MARRIAGE

  THIS COUPLE PROVES THAT A FRIEND IN NEED IS A POTENTIAL SEX PARTNER

  TWO FEMALE FRIENDS THROW HIM A POOL PARTY HE’LL NEVER FORGET

  WHILE HER TRUCKER HUSBAND IS AWAY, SHE FINDS A NEW GOOD BUDDY

  YOU’RE HAVING A GOOD TIME IF

  You’re cheating on your significant and she sticks around to watch

  Two friends throw you an impromptu naked pool party

  You win a promotion for your lover by seducing her boss

  You spontaneously get it on with a stripper

  You’re not sleeping alone, even when your man’s out of town.

  Welcome to a world where the sinner is the winner

  LETTERS TO PENTHOUSE XXIV

  OTHER BOOKS IN THE SERIES:

  Erotica from Penthouse

  More Erotica from Penthouse

  Erotica from Penthouse III

  Letters to Penthouse I

  Letters to Penthouse II

  Letters to Penthouse III

  Letters to Penthouse IV

  Letters to Penthouse V

  Letters to Penthouse VI

  Letters to Penthouse VII

  Letters to Penthouse VIII

  Letters to Penthouse IX

  Letters to Penthouse X

  Letters to Penthouse XI

  Letters to Penthouse XII

  Letters to Penthouse XIII

  Letters to Penthouse XIV

  Letters to Penthouse XV

  Letters to Penthouse XVI

  Letters to Penthouse XVII

  Letters to Penthouse XVIII

  Letters to Penthouse XIX

  Letters to Penthouse XX

  Letters to Penthouse XXI

  Letters to Penthouse XXII

  Letters to Penthouse XXIII

  Penthouse Uncensored I

  Penthouse Uncensored II

  Penthouse Uncensored III

  Penthouse Uncensored IV

  Penthouse Uncensored V

  Penthouse Variations

  26 Nights: A Sexual Adventure

  Penthouse: Naughty by Nature

  Penthouse: Between the Sheets

  Penthouse Erotic Video Guide

  TRUE CONFESSIONS

  If one were to define cheating one might say it is the harshest betrayal of a most sacred trust. A bond made between two people that should stand the tests of time. Well, okay, but we think it’s more appropriate, for the sake of this book, to say cheating is just another way to let loose your inhibitions and have some fun. The same old in and out with the same old someone might get a bit boring and stale. But, put a little pep in your step by casually flirting and ending up doing the horizontal hoe down with a virtual stranger and look out! One starts to get that old vim and vigor back into their life.

  True the spouse sometimes never finds out, but they’re exposed to a whole new vitality in their relationship brought in because their loved one stepped out. It’s not about looking for love; it’s about adding a new and exciting element to your life that might actually enhance your lovemaking. Feeling desire and being desired is only human. Acting on it is a whole other thing.

  If you are of the character that cheating and lying and fucking someone other than your spouse is a bad thing then this book is not for you. Put it down and run away. But if you enjoy hearing about others’ infidelities and indiscretions then get comfortable because this book is the hottest compilation of deceit, fornication and carnal coupling you’ll ever get your hands on. The only tears that flow in this compendium are the tears of joy for all parties involved.

  Enjoy this trip into the world of adultery and hopefully you’ll take from it something you can use if you’re ever faced with the choice.

  —Kathy Cavanaugh, Senior Managing Editor, Penthouse Letters

  WHAT’S A GIRL TO DO WHEN THERE ARE SO MANY GUYS READY, WILLING AND ABLE?

  When I was first married, I was working as a beautician in a department store. My boss always checked out how I was dressed, encouraging me to wear short skirts and open my blouse so my bra showed. He also suggested I show more cleavage, saying I would make better tips.

  Dale always steered men who came in the salon to me. When it was slow, I would go with him up to the ladi
es’ department, where I got to try on sexy outfits, some of them very skimpy. Since I’m the same size as his wife, he could see how they looked before he bought them for his wife.

  Hal, one of the maintenance men at the store, often came by to flirt with me. Dale knew Hal had a thing for me, and always made sure I was there when something had to be fixed. Dale also had me wash and cut Hal’s hair whenever he came in for a haircut.

  One day Hal left a tool behind after fixing the sink. He called Dale just before closing to have “someone” drop it off. Dale sent me, saying I could leave afterward because it was almost closing. I found my way to Hal’s office, in the back of a storage room. He was sitting at a desk. He said to come in and have a seat.

  There was a chair by the desk. I had thought we might flirt a bit, but that was it. As we talked, Hal leaned over and kissed me. He invited me over to a red velour couch that looked like a decoration from one of the store windows. We started kissing, and he started feeling me up. He asked me to go to another room. We had to pass through a storage room to reach this smaller one, lined with pillows.

  Hal propped a chair under the doorknob so no one could walk in on us. I asked if this was where he took all his girls. He said he was married and had never done this before. I laughed and said I just got back from my honeymoon Sunday.

  As we kissed, we fell to the pillows. He undid his pants and asked me to suck his dick. As I moved my mouth over it, he took my hair in his hands so he could watch his dick slide in and out of me. He said how good I looked with a dick in my mouth.

  After I got him nice and hard, he laid me on my back and pulled my stockings and panties down. Then he went down on me; eating my pussy and getting me wet. He placed me on my knees and elbows, then got behind me and started to rub his cock along my pussy lips before he pushed it in me. It wasn’t long before he erupted inside me.

  The store closing had already been announced, so we had to hurry and leave. Dale was waiting for me at my car. He laughed and asked what I had done. He knew I had done something because my lipstick was gone and my hair was a mess. He asked if I had kissed Hal, if he had felt my tits, if I had sucked his cock, if he had eaten me. After each question I said yes. Then he said, “You fucked him, didn’t you?” I said I did. He didn’t think I would go that far, but I was glad I did.

  I quit shortly after that. Before I left I got together with Hal one more time and gave him a blowjob.

  —K.L., Los Angeles, California

  IF MARRIAGE SMOTHERS YOU, YOU HAVE TO FIND ANOTHER OUTLET FOR THOSE IMPULSES

  After a few drinks, my friend Brad will offer this precious advice: “When bored, fuck a woman other than your wife. When really bored, fuck another man’s wife.” I always laugh as though hearing it for the first time. He’ll go on to brag about the latest woman he claims he’s screwing on the side, and I never question his boasting. There’s sort of an unwritten term of brotherhood among men. We treat each other’s lies with respect. What are friends for, anyway?

  What I’ve never told Brad is that for the last five of my nine married years I haven’t been a faithful husband. While I love my wife and value my marriage, I regard monogamy as unnatural and smothering. I weigh risks. I’ve picked up women in bars, had a lengthy affair with a coworker and even paid for prostitutes’ favors when the itch just had to be scratched. But I remain cautious with single women, who may be on the prowl for something lasting when all I need is a roll in the hay.

  When I see that diamond sparkling on a woman’s finger, I perk up. Married women often feel bored, neglected or both, yet are unwilling to risk the marriage in which they are so unhappy. They may be on the lookout for just what I am, a bit of discreet extramarital copulating with someone who’s not likely to mess things up.

  About a year ago I met Eleanor, who while married to one man was having an affair with another. At five-seven, one hundred ten pounds, with long chestnut hair and green eyes, she is close to a femme fatale.

  She began an affair with William after two years of marriage. Soon after, she and her husband filed for divorce, and within a month of the decree coming through, she and William were flying to Mexico to tie the knot.

  At the reception for the returned newlyweds, I congratulated William with a hearty handshake and gave the bride a soft kiss. As William turned to greet another well wisher, Eleanor cast me a demure glance that sent a tremor through me.

  I had never considered hitting on her until then. A few days later, I went to the lounge she frequents at happy hour and caught her alone. We got a table, and I bought her a drink as I led up to making my pitch.

  “I didn’t just run into you,” I said. “I knew you’d be here. I wanted to see you.”

  “What for?” she asked, batting her eyes at me.

  “Adventure,” I said. “I’d like to take you someplace where we can be alone.”

  “You mean you want to have sex with me?” she said. She reached her hand across the table. It lit on my arm. “Let’s go to my place. We won’t have a lot of time, but William’s at work now.”

  We paid for our drinks, then hurried to her condo. After she closed the door, she sank to her knees, unbuckled my belt, unzipped me and pulled down my trousers and briefs. She put her face to my crotch, took the head of my penis between thumb and forefinger, and lifted the limp organ. The tip of her tongue darted out to my scrotum and gave a feather-light lap that slid up my pole to the head.

  Tingles raced from my privates to my brain. She repeated the unhurried motion. My organ came alive. She took it to her moistened lips and encased it in her mouth. Her head swayed back and forth and side to side. My glans made her cheek bulge outward like a chipmunk carrying a nut. With her tongue, she lifted my glans to the roof of her mouth, then formed a seal around it. I stiffened and held her shoulder as I went over the top, pouring semen in her mouth. Her fingernails clutched my buns as she swallowed with a gurgle.

  “That was electric,” I panted. “Let me return the favor.”

  “No,” she said. “We don’t have time. William will be home in half an hour. He’s taking me out tonight.”

  “I must see you again,” I said. “When can I?”

  “Um, maybe tomorrow,” she said.

  The next afternoon we met for lunch. As we ate our sandwiches and coffee, we decided on a motel. At a liquor store we bought some rum, a liter of Coke and some ice. Then we checked in the motel, a few miles away.

  I locked the door and pulled down the shades. We began to undress. Eleanor tugged at her wedding ring. “Leave it,” I said. “It feels sexier that way. More sinful.”

  “You’re depraved,” she said with mock disgust. “Just for you, I’ll leave it on.”

  When we were naked, she climbed on the bed on all fours with her rump thrust upward at me. “Take me from behind,” she said.

  “In your vagina?” I asked.

  She shook her head and looked down. I climbed up behind her, planted my knees in the mattress between her calves and gripped her waist. I looked down at her twin moons, then let my gaze traverse her spine to her statuesque shoulder blades. Her head was bowed, strands of hair dangling across her face as she waited for me to enter.

  “I’m ready,” she said.

  I guided my glans to the crimson spot, wormed a finger in to loosen the passage, then extracted it to make way for the bulkier plug I had poised for entry. My glans nudged the spot, then pressed forward until her sphincter yielded. She jerked and cried out as I penetrated her. Her pelvis stiffened as though suddenly paralyzed. “Are you all right?” I asked.

  She nodded. Her body trembled. Guttural sounds from her throat pierced my ears. I thrust in and out until I climaxed in her. The tautness of her sphincter prolonged the ejaculation, until I felt emptied and withdrew from her.

  “Are you all right?” I asked.

  “I feel wonderful,” she said. “Let’s shower.”

  Steam filled the bathroom as we stood under the hot spray. I glanced down to see her wash a blob
of my come from her rectal opening. After scrubbing my groin, she sank to her knees and gave me head, the spray soaking her hair as she bobbed up and down. I stopped her before I got off, wishing to save what was left for glorious intercourse.

  We dried off, then went in the bedroom and sat naked on the bed. I poured us rum-and-Cokes over ice in plastic motel-room glasses. Eleanor took a deep drink. I couldn’t let this vixen slip away without fucking her.

  “Since yesterday I’ve violated two of your openings,” I said. “What do you say we go for the third?”

  “You want to come in my pussy?” she said.

  “You can’t imagine how badly I want to,” I said.

  “I’m not on the Pill.”

  “Your call,” I said. “Hell, if I have to, I can get off watching you bake cookies.”

  “What the fuck, let’s live dangerously!” she said, throwing back the rest of her drink in two audible gulps. She set her glass down and plopped on the bed, lying on her back. She spread her legs, exposing a wide, thick patch of pubic hair.

  “What a fine crop,” I said.

  “I’ve been thinking of shaving it off,” she said. “What do you think?”

  “Not on my account,” I said. “Shaving may be trendy, but I’m one guy who goes ape for a hairy beaver.”

  My head went to her groin to perform cunnilingus. Gently, I pulled back the hood, exposing her clitoris. My tongue darted out, teasing her hot button. My nostrils felt flushed with her scent. I lapped at her labia, pulling back folds of tender tissue until my tongue sliced into the moist warmth of her slit. I mounted her in missionary position and entered her. Her legs scissored around my loins as I penetrated her crack. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders. Two beautiful tits, nipples erect, rose to massage my chest. The spongy tissue in her mammaries felt sensational, conforming to the contour of my pectorals. The walls of her vagina spread apart as I burrowed in her. Her pelvis stiffened, and a sticky flow lubricated her. I plunged in her and went stiff. I erupted, releasing my come inside her.

  “Ooh, that’s the one,” I gasped. “Oh, baby, that’s the one I wanted most of all.”

  She pulled me to her. We fused into a massive sweat-drenched entity. Heartbeats slowed and breathing returned to normal. After disengaging our genitals, I held her close in postcoital glow, pressing my lips to her forehead, wondering what she was thinking and feeling.