Page 6 - PENTHOUSE LETTERS 2018 Writer Of The Year Award Jim McCartan

OPEN SEASON BY Jim McCartan Penthouse Letter Winner 2018

PRETTY PICTURES I was still fantastically attracted to him, aroused cock in his slacks.
but maybe it would be fun to romp with a I worked a sly hand between us and
hen the handsome man 20-something. The question was: Would a grazed the bulge with my fingertips. He
with the distinguished younger man be interested in me? sucked in a tight breath.
gray in his hair started to As if sensing my thoughts, George “You want to go upstairs?” I asked.
turn away, I surreptitiously said encouragingly, “You’re probably the Ken’s head jerked in a nod. We made
Wsnapped his picture with hottest gal there. Guys are checking you our way out and to the elevator. On the
my phone and sent it to my hubby. out right and left. They’re drooling in their ride up, I pulled him to me and mashed
Then I put the device to my ear and cocktails over you.” my mouth against his, our tongue clashed
asked him: “What do you think?” I grinned, and then I noticed a man as we kissed greedily. I felt my pussy
As always, this was an exciting game. gazing directly at me. When I met his eyes, flowing with need. His body was firm and
I was still amazed at the technology he looked away quickly, embarrassed. I muscular, and his hard-on was amusingly
that let me transmit the image straight to took a picture and sent it. conspicuous.
George’s phone, where he could view We burst into my room, still clutching
my latest potential fling from a thousand at one another. We stumbled toward the
miles away. My husband and I both travel waiting bed. My pulse was racing, and my
for our jobs. “When we’re away, we’re “I WRAPPED MY body tingled with anticipation.
allowed to play” has been the motto Ken abruptly stopped and took a step
of our immensely happy—and open— LEGS AROUND back. Nervous hesitation returned to his
marriage for almost 20 years. finely molded face.
“Hmmm.” George sounded dubious. “I HIS WAIST. “What?” I panted, eager to tear his and
think you can do better, Karina.” HE FUCKED my clothes off.
I chuckled. I was in the hotel’s bar, and He pointed at my left hand. “You’re
with the convention, it was full of all kinds ME HARDER, married, right? Are you certain you want to
of men. do this?”
The particulars of our game had POUNDING ME.” I looked at my wedding ring, then burst
evolved over the years. George and I out laughing. He didn’t seem to know how
had made space for extramarital sex to take that. Quickly, I got out my phone,
from the very start of our marriage. explaining the situation. I thought it was
Limiting the outside sexual fun to when “Now you’re talking!” George crowed. rather sweet that he was reluctant to fuck
we were away from home worked for us. “Go get him!” a married woman.
It avoided any uncomfortable situations I pocketed the phone and started over I shoved the cell phone at him. He took
with clingy lovers. toward the man. He was young-looking it and spoke to George for a few seconds,
But we still liked to share our and handsome, with a firm build. He then handed it back with a grin.
adventures with one another. In the old smiled shyly as I approached. “That’s an amazing arrangement you
days we used to just describe our flings. “Hi,” he said, a little wide-eyed. “I’m sorry have with your husband.”
Later, George got the idea of taking along if I was staring.” “It works for us,” I said, and then I
a camera in order to bring back a photo. “What’s to be sorry about?” I said, pounced on him.
Now with cell phones we could almost giving him a smoldering smile. I had We tangled at the foot of the bed,
participate in one another’s escapades. maintained my shape through exercise making a sexy comedy of getting
I looked around the crowded bar some and was confident in my body, but age undressed. Our hands were everywhere.
more, picked another guy roughly my age had seasoned my face. I hoped to hell I I explored his tight young body as it
and snapped a picture. wasn’t making a fool out of myself with this became bare. He seized my breasts,
A few seconds later George made man who couldn’t be a day over 25. plucking at my stiffened nipples, while
an exasperated sound. “No! Come on, We chatted. His name was Ken. He I groped his ass. Together, we climbed
Karina. Grab yourself somebody young. I seemed nervous. I gradually moved closer naked onto the bed.
bet the place is full of studs in their 20s, to him, until our bodies brushed in the Our mouths met once again. The
eager for an experienced woman to show jammed bar. He flinched nervously, but I kiss was intense but slower and more
them what good sex is all about.” pressed right against him, going for broke. searching this time. Our tongues parried
My hubby and I were both past 40. I was relieved when I felt the swell of his and melded. His strong arms held me,

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