Letters to Penthouse XXXII (27 page)

—Mr. (name and address withheld)
     

I’d always shared many secrets about my sex life with my best friend, Nicole. There was nothing that my husband, Mark, and
I did together that she wasn’t privy to, as is the way of many best friends. But my wicked little Nicole has an even dirtier
mind than I do, and as I told her about our erotic adventures, little did I know she was cooking up some scenarios of her
own. Although she knew all about our sex play, she and I had never crossed the line and played together—until recently.

When I said to her, “I’m in the mood for something different lately, something wild,” I was hardly anticipating her reply.

She looked at me, then tilted her head back and seemed to mull over my question before turning back to me with a cunning smile
on her face. “Let’s go up to my cabin next weekend and take Mark with us. We can top him together,” she said, her eyes lighting
up at the kinky prospect. When she saw the look of shock on my face, she was quick to reassure me. “Don’t worry, Laura. I
don’t have designs on your man. I’ll watch for the most part and be there to guide you. I think it’d be a hoot to see him
doing our bidding. Don’t you?”

As she talked about it, I was envisioning Mark wearing only a skimpy pair of tight briefs as he knelt before both of us. Even
before I spoke, I felt a stirring
in my pussy that let me know this was something I needed to try. We weren’t total newcomers to kinky play, but she sounded
like she was going to up the ante in our BDSM stakes. “Okay,” I said. “Let’s go for it.” I had a feeling Mark would be more
than amenable, especially since Nicole was involved. Sure enough, when I told him, he got a huge hard-on and told me he’d
be happy to serve us both. While he’d never formally said as much, I’d always suspected he’d had a little crush on her.

In fact, he loved the idea so much that he had already moved from our casual, everyday mode of interaction to his fully submissive
posture. Kneeling adoringly at my feet, he said, “It will be my honor to serve my mistress in any way she desires.”

I knew it would be both an honor and a pleasure, but I didn’t say anything else to him. Instead, I let him lick my aroused
pussy to show how delighted he was with this new state of affairs.

Ever since I first brought up the weekend trip, he’d been asking me what was going to take place. I finally had to tell him
that the more he talked, the more I was going to ignore him, but the truth was, I didn’t really know what Nicole had in mind
for us, and part of my growing excitement was coming from the idea of following her lead.

I called her before the trip to see what I might need to bring. “Just relax, Laura. I’ve got it all under control. You know
how to handle him. Make sure you
dress sexy and I’ll take care of the rest,” she promised, and something about the tone of her voice let me know she wanted
to take care of me, too.

For the ride up, I wore my shortest skirt along with a sheer red blouse, no bra, and killer high heels. After all, I wasn’t
going to be the one driving! One of the perks of having a submissive partner is that I get to delegate certain duties, like
driving. He gathered our luggage and loaded it into the car while I sat in my seat, admiring my shoes. Then he drove off,
stopping every time I told him I needed to get something to drink or a snack. He would immediately pull over, get it for me,
then quickly return to the car.

Once we got to the cabin, I let Nicole be in charge of him, and she ordered him to remove his clothes and get into high heels,
stockings, and his cockring. She’d come armed with some of her own goodies, and I’d made sure Mark packed a well-stocked toy
bag as well. We conferred while he changed in front of us, his cock already at half mast before he stretched the ring around
it. We then jointly placed him in cuffs, laid him facedown and bound him securely to the hooks located at each end of the
bed while I fished out a riding crop.

Then Nicole left the room, and I couldn’t resist the sight of my slave spread out before me, so I began lashing his ass and
thighs with the crop while he moaned and groaned. I knew he was loving every minute of it and becoming more excited as I exerted
my power over him. My pussy was getting wet, aching
with need as I strategically applied the crop, allowing him to kiss it when I took a break to let his skin cool off. I found
his hard cock beneath him and gave it a single, teasing stroke, before moving my hand to his warm ass cheeks.

I had just returned to beating him with the crop when Nicole came back in the room. To be honest, I had almost forgotten about
her, so lost was I in disciplining Mark, but when she made her grand entrance, both of us gasped with delighted surprise.
She was clad in nothing but a red garter belt with matching stockings and high heels, her hair swept up from her face. Her
pierced nipples jutted out proudly and her clean shaven pussy glistened.

I was in awe and I’m sure Mark was as well. We simply stared at her while she basked in our adoration. “I see that you’ve
gotten our slave all warmed up for us, dear Laura,” she said, practically purring, her voice dripping with sex. Then she walked
over and kissed me—not our usual peck on the cheek, but a full-on French kiss, with her tongue brushing hungrily against mine.
Taken aback momentarily, I pulled away and looked deep into Nicole’s eyes.

I knew Mark had to be staring at us as well. “Kiss me, Laura,” she urged, and I did, dropping the crop on the floor as I gave
myself over to her mouth. Her hands were soon roaming along my body, and when she un-buttoned my blouse and ordered me to
remove my skirt, I was powerless to resist. I slipped it down while
she continued to kiss me and began tweaking my nipples. My plan to jointly top my husband had given way to my submission to
my sexy friend. “Laura, get up on the bed next to your slave,” she ordered, and I immediately clambered onto it. There was
nowhere to go except to climb directly on top of Mark, and somehow, I didn’t think he’d object.

“Laura,” Nicole said in her husky voice as she pressed a finger against my slit, not yet putting it inside, “be my slave.
Say yes,” she urged as she teased my opening with her finger. I was so wet I was amazed she didn’t slip right inside, but
she was waiting for me to agree. When I whispered, “Yes, ma’am,” she rewarded me by pressing two fingers deep inside my hole.
She finger-fucked me steadily while I writhed on top of Mark, whose cock I knew would’ve been totally hard even without the
cockring. When her fingers curled in just the right place, pressing against my G-spot while she told me what a horny slut
she knew I was, I came, gushing against her hand in one of the most powerful orgasms of my life.

She pulled me up and kissed me again, making me taste myself as I sucked my juices off her finger, then she addressed Mark
directly. “What did you think of that, Mark? How does it feel to know your wife is getting topped by me?” she asked, stepping
right up to him so her luscious tits were in his face.

“It made me totally hard, Mistress Nicole,” he said, automatically deferring to her power.

“Good answer,” she said, patting his bald head. Then she reached for her own whip, a flogger made of rubber, while she handed
me my crop. “You take that side, and I’ll take this one,” she said as we stood on either side of my prone husband, who squirmed
in delight. I gave him a smile before taking the first whack. He cried out, saying, “Yes, please, more,” and that’s exactly
what Mistress Nicole gave him. She rained blows up and down the right side of his ass and upper thighs, while I stuck to the
left, both of us beating him thoroughly. Then she indicated that I should stop, and she delivered one final powerful blow,
covering both cheeks.

“Do you think you deserve to be rewarded, Mark?” she asked him.

“If it pleases you, Mistress, I really want to come,” he said, a pleading note in his voice. She unstrapped him and took off
the cockring, but made him leave on the stockings and heels, then ordered me to lie down on the bed, then pushed him on top
of me. He started to fuck me, his cock ramming into me harder and harder. I suddenly heard the crack of her whip as it struck
his skin. I’d underestimated Nicole, thinking she was done with her domination, but she couldn’t let such a ripe opportunity
pass by. Each time she whipped him, he shoved his cock into me even harder, and I cried out, reaching for the headboard as
his cock drove right into me. Her lashes spurred him on, which in turn made me buck against him.

“You’re both mine,” she said, putting down the whip and climbing onto the bed with us, using her bare hand to smack Mark’s
ass while she lightly tickled my arms with her fingernails. Both Mark and I exploded within seconds of each other while a
proud Nicole looked on.

Since then, she’s taken to coming over to our house and making both of us submit to her as a special treat. Doing so has transformed
both my relationship with my husband and my relationship with my friend, and I couldn’t be happier.

—Ms. Laura M., Cincinnati, Ohio
     

I’m such a lucky man because not only do I get to serve Mistress Catherine, but if I’m very good, sometimes she loans me out
to her domme friends, who can be even more demanding than she is. Recently, she took me with her to a domme convention. On
the first day, she gave me a list of tasks to take care of before the evening. I scurried around, intent on getting everything
done so that I could spend time with her and her sexy friends. Every time I walked through the hotel, my cock got hard from
being surrounded by so many powerful women. They seemed to know exactly what kind of guy I was, as if they could read my innermost
fantasies merely from glancing at me.

After fetching her favorite flowers from the local florist, I had to take the elevator up to my mistress’s hotel room. It
was a tight squeeze because it was already packed with imposing women. “Excuse me,” I said meekly as I shoved into the tiny
space. I accidentally bumped one of them and she gave me a disapproving look.

“Do you belong to someone, slave?” she asked, staring down at me. I was completely aroused but also regretful for having jostled
her.

“Yes, I belong to Mistress Catherine, ma’am,” I said.

“Well, tell her that you need to be taught some manners!” With that,
she brusquely pushed me to the side so I was no longer imposing upon her personal space. I held my breath until we reached
my floor, only letting it out once I got off the elevator. When I got to my mistress’s suite, I hurriedly arranged the flowers
in a vase, laid out her dry cleaning, and generally tidied things up in the way my mistress expected, then quickly jerked
off because I just couldn’t stand the pent-up arousal any longer. If I lived in a home surrounded by strong, dominant women
all the time, I think I would have a permanent hard-on.

Finally, my mistress returned, chatting loudly with a group of women I’d never met, but whom she seemed to know well. She
greeted me by offering me her arms to remove her bags, then her hand to kiss, before brushing past me. She didn’t even bother
to introduce me to her friends, though I figured out their names
from hearing them talk as I mixed them drinks from the minibar. As I poured and stirred, I tried to remain calm, even though
I was picturing them enacting all sorts of wickedly erotic scenes.

As they relaxed, I glanced behind me and observed that they’d all dressed in elaborate fetish costumes. Mistress Donna was
wearing a skintight, full-length red latex dress, with a slit that showed off one leg, along with tall red heels. Her elegant
black hair was swept up off her face, and her lips gleamed with the same color as her dress. In her hand, she held a long
cigarette holder and was puffing away, the smoke pluming from her lips as she exhaled. Mistress Samantha was Asian and more
petite than the others, but no less severe-looking in a tight black dress, through which I could see her prominent nipples.
Mistress Celia simply wore a black, low-cut top and black leather pants, but she exuded dominance nonetheless.