Letters to Penthouse XII (43 page)

I then revealed my desire to jerk off and blow Gil. Marge smiled again and said, “Paul, I’ve suspected for a long time that you had another fantasy, which most likely involved blowjobs. I will be so happy that your fantasy is becoming a reality when you masturbate and fellate our closest friend.”

I was so relieved that I got extremely horny. We have now made plans to have Gil over within the next two days.

Marge plans to wear a black dress, her full-fashion nylons (which Gil has never seen) and four-inch pumps; I will be “almost” trying to hide the erection in my pants. Gil doesn’t stand a chance!

I have seen Gil’s cock flaccid, and it is about the same length as mine but much fatter. Marge’s small hand will probably not fit around it when fully erect. Not to worry, she has jerked off huge cocks in the past and will use two hands if necessary. Our plan is to relieve Gil once a week at first, but as lust takes over, it should become daily. He’ll love coming all over Marge’s pretty fingers and, eventually, filling my mouth with his cock and warm semen.

Marge suggested that, as things progress from masturbation to blowjobs (my department), I begin by kneeling before Gil in a pair of nylons (which I often wear when she masturbates me), masturbate Gil’s cock with the “stocking condom” on his erection, then blow him as he gets ready to come. She said I could better savor the taste of his come oozing through the stocking.

I agreed, since this would be my first blowjob and I wanted to collect all of Gil’s come in my mouth so I could make one big swallow. With experience, though, I plan to deep-throat him. Marge will teach me. She also suggested that she jerk him off while I focus my tongue and mouth on his cockhead.

Pleasuring our best friend will open a new dimension to our sex life, and I know Marge will remain loyal to me. She has made it clear that her role in relieving Gil’s tension will always be her skill at handjobs. She says I can enjoy my new fantasy by blowing him or jerking him off anytime I desire. She said she is eager to watch me suck his cock.

At this point I said, “Honey, I need some relief right now.” Marge dashed to our bedroom and returned in a few seconds clad only in sexy nylons, waving a jerk-off pair for my cock. She assumed her kneeling position between my legs and began to apply her masturbation skills. I shot my biggest load in months. Come just kept oozing through the stocking. I sucked it out of the stocking, wishing it were Gil’s.

We continued discussing how far we might go with Gil, and Marge said she had no problems with me going to his apartment to blow or masturbate him. However, she wants me by her side when she masturbates him so we can both watch his massive ejaculation. She has other exciting ideas, and I have one of my own, where her mouth ends up receiving Gil’s creamy load while I masturbate him.

I plan to give Marge the go-ahead to perform fellatio on Gil’s cock. I love my wife so much, and she is most deserving of blowing both of us. The first time she blows Gil, I will be kneeling inches away from her mouth and his slick cock, watching every movement and waiting for his come to fill her mouth.

Marge is thrilled knowing she will have two cocks to masturbate. I can’t wait to put my hand around Gil’s cock, feel it throb, stroke the full length as it glistens with pre-come and feel his warm jism flow over my fingers. My biggest thrill will be performing my first blowjob and gulping down his delicious come. I’m sure he will return the favor and my wife will be watching every second, teaching Gil and me her skills in masturbating and sucking cock.

The two of us plan to enjoy every minute of our mission to release our friend’s pent-up frustrations. Speaking of enjoyment, Marge just came over as I finished writing these most intimate details of our sex life. She read the entire letter. Now I am turned around in my chair, facing away from the desk, and she has assumed her kneeling position. Her soft and slippery hand is sliding up and down my penis, and my eyes are fixated on those lovely stockinged feet.

Which is the perfect way to close my letter. You know what “comes” next!—
P.T., Chattanooga, Tennessee