To:   My Friends on the Net
  From: Seeshow (Jim)
  Subject: My original story `Dicking1' was received by me from a
guy on a BBS who enjoyed   watching his wife fuck their pool man.
Later I received some correspondence from his wife and she told the
same story but from a very different perspective. Hope you like it.
 
                      DICKING MY DICK-BEATING HUSBAND

  I know that my husband loves to masturbate. He has been doing it
behind my back for years, the little sneak. I guess he's always
been too embarrassed to tell me about it. He still makes love to me
several times a week, but I know that he sneaks off to his basement
workshop to play with his dick  quite frequently. I found a bunch
of`girly mags' in his basement years ago and never told him about
it. Why should I? I was glad that he only wanted sex once or twice a
week, because I have my own real lovers to keep me content, not
some stupid magazines and pictures.

       I started cheating on my husband almost within a year from
when we got married. My first boss kept after me until I got tired
of saying no to him. He was an extremely good looking older man. He
kept telling me how his wife didn't understand his sexual needs and
after I became intimate with him  I knew why. He had a few sexual
fetishes, which were kind of bizarre to me at the time. Maybe
because he was in charge all the time everywhere else, he wanted to
be just the opposite in bed. He confessed to me early on that he
wanted me to be his boss when it came to sex. He even began to  buy
me sexy master type outfits that he wanted me to wear whenever we
had sex. In time I began to like my role with my boss. Whenever we
stepped behind closed doors, I became his sexual master  and he
became my sex slave. There wasn't any command that I would give him
that was too  dominate for him. The harsher and crueler I treated
him the better he liked it. Our sex games fell just short of real
physical abuse, but I gave him plenty of verbal abuse and
humiliation.

     Unfortunately, John moved up the corporate ladder and moved to
another city. My new boss didn't fool around and even though I did
find plenty of men that wanted to have sex with me, I couldn't find
one that was willing to take the role as my sex slave. My latest
lover is Ralph our big black pool-man.  After watching him eye me up
in my bikini, it wasn't hard for me to figure out that with a little
encouragement, I could have him fucking me. I waited until my
husband was out of town for a  weekend, when I made my move on him.
I was so damn glad that I did when I saw the size of his  cock. He
had one that my husband could never measure up to. Having a big
black stud as a lover isn't all bad, but I still miss being able to
be the sex mistress that I was able to do with my boss, John. The
more I thought of my particular desires and my husband's  need for
self abuse and secrecy about it, the more an idea began to formulate
in my mind that just might enable me to have my cake and eat it too.

      A few months ago I decided I might be able to shame my husband
enough over his `secretive'   masturbating to be abusive to him in a
sexual relationship, at least once. What I started then has   worked
out so much better than I had originally planned that I feel I must
share my new sexual joy in this E-mail to you, Jim.

    It was on a Wednesday, my husband's afternoon off from work,
that I put my plan into effect. I   knew that Wednesdays were the
one day that I could count on my husband playing with himself. He
had been having this afternoon off each week, because his job
requires him to work on Saturday  morning. He always treated it
casual, but I knew that instead of sneaking off to the basement
workshop to play with himself, that he would do it in the comfort of
our bedroom. I left work early that  afternoon, telling my boss I
had a bad headache. Instead I knew I was about to give one to my
husband. I arrived home at about 1:30 P.M. being very careful not to
make any noise as I came in he driveway and up the steps to our
bedroom. As I knew he would be my husband was on the bed with his
dick well oiled up, playing with himself while looking at and
reading sexy articles. Besides having his dirty magazines spread out
on the bed he had an XXX-video playing on our TV. I waited a few
seconds then flung the door open and acted very shocked to see him
sitting on the bed turning the pages with his one hand and stroking
himself with the other. I turned on my best acting ability as I
allowed him to believe my shock turned into anger. I carefully
evaluated his reaction and I was pleased to see what looked like
total embarrassment and shame cross his face. I decided to proceed
with the next step of my plan and I went across the room and began
slapping him!  When I first saw him he had his cock in his hand and
it was rock hard. Then when he saw me it went immediately limp as he
knew he had been discovered being a `bad boy'. But the funny thing
now was that his dick was becoming semi-hard again as I stood there
and slapped him. He did nothing to stop me from slapping him and
seemed to actually take some pleasure in it. I was thrilled about
this as I began to suspect that I could make him my unwitting love
slave in the near future.

      After slapping him for a few more hard whacks I snatched the
magazine story from him and   stomped out of the room still acting
as though I was extremely angry. I knew all of this would be
confusing to my husband who had never seen me act this way toward
him in all our years of   marriage. It sure was the way I wanted to
act though and I had to leave the room so that he couldn't   see the
pleasure I was taking in all this. As soon as I left the bedroom, I
went to the bathroom to see what kind of sexual material he was
reading so I could determine what his sexual fantasies were about.
What I saw brought a shiver of delight to me. It was better than I
could have hoped for. He was reading a letter about a guy who's wife
was a domintrix and made him watch her having sex with other men.

    All of a sudden it hit me, if I played my cards right not only
could I get Jack to be my sex slave , but I could also enjoy big
black studs like Ralph right in front of my husband's nose. I
started to  calculate my next moves and made up my mind what to do.
I came back into our bedroom waving the magazine story he had just
been reading.

    "Is this the kind of shit that turns you on?" I spit out at him.

      He didn't really reply but kind of hung his head in shame and
nodded a yes.

     "I think I'll just subject you to the same kind of treatment
and see how much you like living out your fantasy. What do you think
about that, you jack-off?"

    I was still acting the part of the offended faithful wife and he
was buying ever bit of it. Fortunately, instead of getting angry and
meeting my challenge, he started cowering to me.  I had counted on
him remaining too ashamed of himself to do anything but take
whatever punishment and verbal abuse I would dish out, and it was
working. He just kind of stuttered to my question that, yes he
probably would deserve it. Fantastic! The stupid shit actually
bought it and was so ashamed of himself that he was willing to take
whatever punishment I would dole out to him. I guess he felt had
been cheating on me with himself for all these years without ever
telling me about his weakness.

      I responded to his meek reply by continuing to wave the
magazine in front of his face, "O.K. asshole. I will treat you just
like the weak-kneed husband in this story. The first thing I want
you to do is go out to the store and buy me some sexy leathers just
like the wife wears in this magazine while I call someone to come
over and fuck me good."

      I know that this was the acid test. If he didn't balk at this
I knew that deep down he wanted his   fantasies to come true and
that he really did want to be treated as a sexual subordinate to a
strong   women. In fact I believe I saw him starting to get a
hard-on as he stood there taking this harsh   treatment from his
normally very mild and loving wife. I couldn't let up now that I had
him on the   ropes. I continued to be abusive to him telling him how
disgusting he was. I told him to get out of my sight and not come
home until he had bought the same kind of clothes that were described
in the magazine's sexy story.

    As Jack got dressed, I got on the phone to Ralph and told him to
come right over because I needed some special pool treatment from
him that I knew he'd be happy to give me. That's the normal signal I
give him when Jack wasn't home and I wanted Ralph's cock filling my
pussy. Naturally, he agreed  to come over to the house right away. I
didn't bother explaining the situation to him about Jack being  part
of the sex scene this time. I figured I could fill Ralph in when
arrived.

      I heard my husband go out the door and I was so excited that
he seemed to be taking the bait. He  was actually going out to buy
be some dominate type clothing and then come back and watch me  fuck
another man. What he didn't know at this point was how abusive I was
going to be to him, the piss-ant. I was already beginning to think
of him as my sex slave rather than my husband and I could  hardly
wait for it all to begin. I sat down and poured myself a couple of
stiff drinks waiting for Ralph  who apparently had some other
business to take care of because it took him quite a while to get to
our house. As he walked in the door I was able to tell him that my
husband was going to come in the door any minute but that it  was
O.K. because I felt I now had him under my thumb, but I still didn't
want him to say anything about our affair. That was about all I was
able to convey to Ralph before he took me in his arms and began his
delicious tongue kissing that he does so well.

     Just at about that time my husband arrived popping the door
open and almost discovering Ralph   kissing me. Ralph jumped back
from my side. Partially to cover up my almost being discovered and
partially to set the tone for the oncoming events, I told Ralph not
to worry about my husband being there because what he thought or did
just wasn't that important to me right then. After saying that I
drew Ralph close to me again and gave him a long wet kiss right in
front of Jack. When I released Ralph from my grip, I moved close to
my husband and took the packages from under his arms. I told
him,"Let's see if you made good choices for me. While I get
undressed get Ralph whatever he wants to drink." I was hoping that
Ralph wouldn't say anything about our ongoing affair, and I was
pretty sure he wouldn't since he's the strong silent type.     I
rushed in to take off my clothes and try on my dominitrix clothing.
It was perfect! Jack had bought me a very sexy leather and chain
type corset, along with extra high heels, sexy black nylons and
even a short leather taunged whip. As I came back into the den I was
wondering if Jack was having any second doubts.  But I also knew
there was no turning back for him now. He just had to be my sex
slave from now on. I knew that at least he would be for tonight to
try and redeem himself in my eyes for his misbehavior earlier. I was
hoping that I looked like the perfect mistress with my ultra high 5"
heels, black silk nylons, black leather corset with metal chains for
a waist clincher and a black studded collar. To top it all off I was
brandishing the cat-o-nine tales whip that Jack had purchased for me.
I noticed that both guys were getting a bulge in their pants from
looking at me and I knew that I was looking very sexy.

    "Come over here, you fucking jack-off and take off your cloths."
I spit out at my husband. The   vehemence in my voice may have
caught him off guard, but he did as requested or I should say as
commanded. I tried to make it obvious to him that I was still
steamed at him for his years of   masturbation while being married
to me. Whatever it was it worked because the next thing I   observed
was Jack dropping out of his shoes and socks first then his shirt
and finally his pants. I   knew it would take a little more cajoling
on my part to get him to drop his underpants in front of   Ralph. 

    "Get those underpants off quickly my piss-ant. I want your ass
bare so I can whip it properly." I   spat out at him, hoping for the
right response on his part. Damned if I didn't get it! He dropped
his   underpants and turned his ass to me as he slightly bent at the
waist, offering his cheeks to my whip.     True to my words, I
started whipping him really hard with the leather whip. Perhaps I
went at it too  vigorously because I saw his boner shrink down from
the pain of my whipping. I eased up on him,  making the strokes
lighter now so as to increase his pleasure and reduce his pain. I
saw his dick  beginning to come back to life and I knew it was time
to subject him to some humiliation.     "Look at his dick would you
Ralph, what a miserable excuse for a prick. Why don't you show us a
real cock?" I said to my black lover. Ralph, without saying a word
unzipped his pants and whipped   out his enormous cock. It must have
been a good nine inches in it's semi-flaccid state. I'm sure it was
a revelation to my husband to see a cock about 3 to 4 inches larger
than his. But the thing I really love about Ralph's cock is that it
his really big in circumference. The diameter is so big that I'm not
able to put my hand all the way around it when it's fully erect. I
couldn't help admiring it one more time, and it gave me a thrill to
be admiring it as my husband watched me doing so.     I pretended
that it was the first time I had ever seen it by saying, "Oh yes,
that's the kind of dick I've   dreamed about."

    Then I walked over to Ralph and took his monster cock into my
hand, stroking it slowly like some type of musical instrument.
"Please fuck me with this marvelous cock." I said looking over at my
husband too see what effect my words had on him.

   "What about him?" Ralph asked also looking Jack's way.      I
began sliding Ralph's pants off him and removing his shirt as I
replied, "I want him to stay and   watch me fuck a real man. Let him
play with his little dick until it's sore, That's all he's good at,
the fucking bastard jack-off." 

    Strangely enough that was just the right thing to say in front
of Jack. I guessed that his sexual   fantasy was beginning to
override any jealousy he had at this point. These were his fantasies
come   true. I could see his dick was getting very hard and big. Of
course, not nearly as big as Ralph's, but   nice and big for Jack. I
could tell that his normal hard-on of about 5" was a full 1" larger
and his dick   looked harder than I'd seen it in a long time. 

    Ralph continued to look in Jack's direction, I guess to make
sure that Jack wasn't going to take   offense at my remarks or get
angry with him. Fat chance of that, if  Jack tried anything I knew
Ralph   could overpower him and he also knew, that if he didn't do
what I requested his marriage would be down the tubes. 

    As I continued to fondle Ralph's dick, he began to massage my
tits, very gently for such a big man.  He backed up a couple of
steps to the coach, sat down and pulled me on top of his lap. Now my
luscious bared tits were practically in his face. The next move was
fairly obvious; Ralph buried his  face in my sweet cleavage. Jack
sat motionless unable to do anything but watch with fascination and
listen to my breathless exclamations.

    "Ohhhh that's nice," I cooed. "Kiss them, and tongue them, while
my jack-off husband watches." What a wimpy asshole Jack was. Instead
of being jealous and angry over the slutty way I was  acting he was
taking it in stride and actually getting a sexual thrill from it
all. Ralph continued to be  very bold about feasting on my boobies
while Jack was watching. He slurped on them for almost ten minutes.
I couldn't help having a couple of mini-climaxes as my wimp husband
watched and listened   to my guttural thrills of delight while
wriggling my ass around on Ralph's lap.      My husband was sitting
there playing with himself as I felt Ralph's massive hard-on poking
at my   jiggling ass, and I told him, "Ohh, God that fells good! I
can feel your dick getting harder and harder  against my ass. You
are such a big horny stud. Please undress me the rest of the way and
fuck me  in front of my limp-dicked husband."

    What man could resist that kind of offer. He picked me up in his
arms and carried me to the   bedroom as my husband followed after us
like a puppy dog. After placing me on the bed he slid my   leather
corset all the way off and removed my panties, leaving my heels,
garter and nylons on. He  stood up, never even glancing my husband's
way and quickly shed the rest of his clothes. While he dropped his
clothes to the floor I decide it was time to give Jack just a little
breathing room. After all I didn't want the noose to tight around
his neck. I took a little harshness out of my voice as I said, "Go
ahead baby, keep playing with it. I want to see your hard dick while
Ralph fucks me."

     I said it so matter of factly that it sounded almost like
something we did ever day. Of course my  husband had no choice but
to keep his mouth shut and look on as Ralph mounted me on the bed
missionary style. It wasn't long before I was in the type of ecstasy
that I never felt with Jack. I   wrapped my legs around Ralph as he
gave me long strokes into my already juicing pussy.     Jack kept
his hands on his dick as I had demanded and just sat there watching
us. Ralph had   doubled over slightly so that he could fuck me and
suck on one of my soft bosoms at the same time.   He was really
pumping me hard and I was loving it!  We changed position at my
suggestion. Ralph   laid on his back with his big 10 inches in the
air while I mounted him side-straddle style allowing him free access
to continue sucking my pillowy tits. I rode up and down on Ralph's
cock making soft slurping noises as my cunt hit the base of his
massive cock, over and over again on my down stroke.

     "Ohhh yesss...., fuck me with your fat black cock. Don't ever
stop. Mmmmm .... Ralph your sooo  biiiggg. Give it to meee allll
night long." Then glancing my hubby's way, I said, "Jack, your
little wife  is getting the shit fucked out of her by a big black
stud. Look at me riding Ralph's cock. This is what  you wanted
wasn't it? How does it feel to see your wife get fucked by a real
man, you fucking  wimp?"

    What could he say? I knew I had him by the balls now. The truth
of it was that it was exactly the   type of fantasy he craved and
had jacked-off over. Now that it was real I wasn't  sure he would go
along with all the humiliation I was dishing out to him, but the big
dick in his hands told me that his  sexual fantasy was winning out
over any feelings of jealousy or self-respect he might have felt.

     As Ralph continued to pound his massive cock in and out of my
pussy, I changed position again. This time I went on my back so that
my legs were spread further apart and then I lifted my leg so that
they were reaching wantonly toward the ceiling. Ralph continued his
relentless fucking as his balls sounded a resounding splat every
time he pistoned into my cunt. My legs were getting a little tired
so I told Jack, "I'm getting tired with my legs in the air. Hold
them up for me so I can continue to enjoy Ralph's big cock pounding
my pussy, you jag-off."

       Although he did as told, I knew it made him very unhappy that
he had to give up pulling at his cock to assist me in my fucking
with Ralph. His cock dangled limply between his legs as he helped to
steady my legs wide apart for Ralph's continued assault upon my
cunt. Finally, after about ten   minutes, we changed positions to
lay on our sides, and Jack immediately  returned to the fondling
his dick.

    As I turned on my side I told him, "Now go back to playing with
your little worm. Play with it until it bleeds."

    At this point I didn't much care about what Jack or anybody else
did. I was beginning to experience an earth shattering climax. My
squeals of delight and sexual fulfillment got louder and louder as I
finally screamed through an intense orgasm. When I looked up Jack
was also popping his cork as his cum spurted on our bed room carpet.

    Ralph wasn't prepared to have it over so quickly, however, and
he continued fucking me as he   mounted me doggy style playing with
my tits from behind. I told Jack to get in front of me so I could
keep my eye on him and his little worm.

    Ralph and I had been at it for an hour and I was obviously in
seventh haven. It didn't take Ralph   long to get me up for a second
climax and I literally screamed through my third orgasm of the
night. Ralph couldn't resist any longer and he began to jerk al
lover. As he did, he pulled out of my  sopping wet cunt and spilled
his oncoming load of hot jizz all over the crack of my ass and the
small of my back. I turned my head in my husband's direction and
told him in no uncertain terms, "God that was great. Be a good
little jack-off and lick Ralph's cum from my ass, you wimp." He
hesitated for just a second or two and so I added,"Do it NOW you
fucking asshole." He didn't hesitate any longer for his mistress and
began licking my ass as commanded. "That's it,  lick my ass real
good and I might let you lick out my pussy some time soon."

      That was all the encouragement I needed to give for Jack to
re-double his efforts and to do a good   job at being an ass licker.
After swallowing up every bit of Ralph's cum from my sweaty body, I
collapsed on the bed. Ralph got up, got dressed and left without
saying a word to Jack or me. God,   I love the strong silent type!

    After Ralph left I didn't say a word to Jack, either. In fact I
didn't really talk to him for several days,   continuing my act that
I was still upset about his self-abuse of the previous day.  Jack
bought every  bit of it. He even brought me flowers and pleaded with
me to FORGIVE HIM. Finally, after he did a  lot of begging and
pleading for my forgiveness, I told him that one night wasn't going
to wipe out the  fourteen years that he had been cheating on me by
having sex with himself instead of me. I  explained to him that what
transpired with Ralph was going to happen with other men, until I
felt that  we were even. Since then I have had a lot of men come to
our house to fuck me in front of my husband. My wimp husband has
even done some of the recruiting of my lovers. I always pour verbal
abuse on Jack as I  make him watch me fuck and suck my lovers. I
have also really taken to being  his sex master when we are alone,
wearing my leather outfits, and treating him with the type of
contempt a wimpy sex slave like him deserves.

   And you know what? I don't thing the score will ever even up. I
really know that  deep down Jack  hopes that our love making never
goes back to the way it was. After all I'm making all his sexual
fantasies come true. What he doesn't know is that it's also making
all mine come true!