To:    My Friends on the Net

From: Seeshow (Jim)

Subject: I call this story `Dicking for my Wife' I received it from
a BBS Friend who claims it to be a true story about how his
relationship changed with his wife after she caught him playing with
himself. I sometimes enjoy stories about `wimp' husbands and
although I don't put myself in this writer's category, (of being a
wimp) I can understand some of his feelings - especially getting to
act out some of his fantasies that included watching his wife fuck
another man! Hope you enjoy it. If you do, drop me some E-mail at
seeshow@direclynx.net

                                   DICKING FOR MY WIFE

I love to masturbate. I've never admitted that to anyone before. I'm
writing this E-mail and sending it off to you, Jim, only on the
basis that I can remain anonymous. I guess that tells you how
embarrassed I am about being a masturbator. The truth is that our
society is not very kind to someone who `jacks-off'. From the time I
was a child I'd heard all the derogatory remarks about those who
play with themselves. When I was very young someone told me that all
boys like to play with themselves, but it would stop as soon as I
started fucking girls. As a matter of fact it never stopped and I
don't want to stop. Even after I got married, I continued to play
with myself on a regular basis. I never really deprived my wife of
sex. We still make love three or four times a week, but I play with
myself about that many times per week as well.   I have one
overriding fantasy that I have in my mind when I masturbate. I
always think of my wife fucking another man. The letters in men's
magazine that really turn me on is where the wife makes it with
another man in front of her husband. I especially get off,
literally, on those stories where the husband is subservient to his
wife, or forced to watch as his wife willingly fucks several other
men. You know the ones I mean; the poor husband has lost his wife in
a poker game and has to watch his wife get fucked to fulfil the lost
bet; or the poor husband has been tied up by a motorcycle gang and
forced to watch his wife suck and fuck all the gang members, she
starts out afraid and shy but before it's all over she is loving it
and begging for more from some `real men'; or the one where the wife
is very dominate and gets her kicks off by forcing her husband to
watch as she fucks some big black stud; or the one where the husband
has had to allow his boss to fuck his wife to get a promotion, at
first she protests but then she enjoys it more than she ever did
with her hubby. Like I said, those are the kind of stories that I
love to beat my meat over.

    I have tried watching X-rated videos, but they seldom have this
kind of scene in them. If anyone ever makes such a movie I'll buy it
and jack-off over it, but in the meantime I am very content just to
read sexy letters and stories in your magazine and others like it.
Or I should say I was content until a few months ago when something
happened that has changed my masturbating habits forever.

    It was on a Wednesday, my one afternoon off from work. Since my
wife also works, Wednesdays were always the one day that I could
count on having the house to myself. It was great that instead of
having to sneak off to my basement workshop to play with myself, I
could do it in the comfort of our bedroom. I had got home at my
usual Wednesday time of a little after 1:00 P.M. and after a quick
sandwich headed for the basement workshop. I gathered up some of my
best `girly' mags and letter publications from their hiding places
along with my heavy oil and brought them up to the bedroom.  After
spreading the magazines out onto the bed, and stripping off my work
cloths, I spread plenty of my special heavy oil onto my already
stiffening prick. (I make my own special brand of cock lubricant to
use when I play with myself. I found out that baby oil was to runny
and Vaseline was too thick. I take one part oil to 2 parts Vaseline
and melt them together to get just the right consistency of
lubricant for playing with my cock. It works just great and allows
me to play with myself for hours without ever getting sore)

    Besides spreading out the magazines I had also popped an X-video
into our VCR and started it before becoming completely absorbed in
reading your letters to the editor. As a matter of fact I was so
engrossed that I never heard my wife come into the house. She had a
bad day and left work early to be with me. Needles to say she was
shocked to see me sitting on the bed turning the pages with my left
hand and stroking myself with the right hand, while the TV  was
showing a beautiful blonde sucking the cock of one guy and being
fucked by a big black stud at the same time. Her shock quickly
turned to anger and she did something she had never done in our
fourteen years of marriage. She started slapping me!  When I first
realized she was there in the room I stood motionless and felt a
deep sense of shame and guilt. My proud cock went limp and I didn't
say anything even when she began to slap me. As she continued
slapping me the strangest thing happened inside me. I realized I
deserved it and probably a whole lot more, but the punishment my
wife was dishing out to me was making my guilt and shame disappear.
As my shame was subsiding it was being replaced by feeling of sexual
arousal deep in my loins. After all wasn't this part of my fantasy,
to have a dominate wife who wasn't afraid to slap her husband
around. By not saying or doing anything to my wife as she slapped
me, I just let her vent her anger until it subsided in her. She was
still angry enough to snatch the magazine story from me and march
out of the room, though.    When she left, I collected the remainder
of the magazines from the bed and piled them neatly onto the floor.
I was walking over to turn off the TV set when Janey came back into
our bedroom waiving the magazine story I had just been reading.

    "Is this the kind of shit that turns you on?" she spit out at
me.     I didn't really reply but I kind of hung my head in shame
and nodded a yes. She had obviously thumbed trough my reading
material. It was a story of a dominate wife, dressed in leather and
chains, who enjoyed making her husband watch and play with himself
as she fucked and sucked a black cocksman.

   "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?"

   She was obviously still very mad at me and latter I found out she
had stopped to have a drink or two on the way home. The combination
of a few drinks and being very angry with me made her more dominate
then she had ever been in our relationship. The strange thing is
that instead of getting angry myself to meet her challenge, I
started cowering to her. They say when faced with a challenge you
either fight or flight. I guess at that point I was  too ashamed of
myself to do anything but take whatever punishment and verbal abuse
my wife wanted to dish out.     I just kind of stuttered to her
question that I probably would deserve it. I really did mean it,
after all I had been cheating on her with myself for fourteen years
without ever telling her about my weakness.

   She responded to my weak statement while continuing to wave the
magazine in front of my 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 here while I call someone to come over and
fuck me good."    I know that she expected that what she had just
said would get me upset, but her harsh words had the effect of
exciting my loins. As a matter of fact I started getting a hard on
as I stood there taking this well deserved harsh treatment from my
normally very mild and loving wife. As she spoke to me my dick began
to rise and my wife saw it. She was in no mood to be kind or loving
to me at this point and she told me how disgusting I was. She told
me to get out of her sight and not come home until I had bought the
right kind of cloths for her to dominate me in.

    As I got dressed, I heard her on the phone talking to our pool
man, Ralph. He is a big black man who cleans our pool twice a month.
I never really appreciated the way he looked over my Janey,
especially when she was in her skimpy bikini. I overheard her tell
him to come right over because she needed some special treatment
from him that she knew he'd be happy to give her. I'm sure he got
the meaning in her innuendos as he agreed to come over to our house
right away.

    When I left the house, I went straight to a sex store I knew of
not far from our neighborhood and purchased my wife's requested
leather and chain type of clothing, along with extra high heels,
sexy black nylons and even a short leather tongued whip. I can't
describe how sexually excited I was thinking that I might really
live out a life long fantasy with my wife. My emotions bounced
around from hard dick excitement, to fear that she might really do
what she said she would do with another man, to shame and guilt for
being discovered jacking-off, back to sexual excitement over the
possibility of living out one of my fantasies with my wife.

    By the time I got back with my wife's sexy dominate cloths,
Ralph had already arrived. it became apparent that what my wife had
said before about making love to another man while I watched WAS NO
IDLE THREAT. When I arrived in the door, Ralph jumped back from my
wife's side. I'm sure that they had been kissing before I walked in
the door. Janey told Ralph not to worry about me being there because
what I thought or did just wasn't that important to her right then.
After saying that she drew Ralph close to her again and gave him a
long wet kiss right in front of me. When she released Ralph from her
grip, she steeped over to me, took the packages from under my arms,
and said to me, "Let's see if you made good choices for me. While I
get undressed get Ralph whatever he wants to drink."

    I did as requested and took Ralph into our den for a drink. We
spent some uncomfortable time together as Ralph looked at me in a
very puzzled manner. I finally explained to him over his second
bourbon and water that Janey and I had a little spat and that this
was her way of getting even. I also admitted to Ralph that I
probably deserved this and I was willing to take what ever it was
that my wife wanted to dish out to me as deserving punishment.
Ralph's only comment was that, he wasn't sure what it was I had
done, but he was glad I did it because he had been dreaming of
getting his big black hands on her plush white tits for a long time.

    I swallowed hard at his remarks trying to shove back the
jealousy that was overcoming me. I realized then that it was one
thing to fantasize and another to have it actually happen. I knew
that in a matter of minutes that my wife would be having sex with
another man for the first time in our fourteen years of marriage and
now I was beginning to have a lot of second doubts.  But I also knew
there was no turning back now. Just then, my wife came into the room
and I realized that I didn't want to turn back. She looked like the
perfect mistress with her ultra high 6" heels, black silk nylons,
black leather corset with metal chains for a waist clincher and a
black studded collar. To top it all off she was brandishing the
cat-o-nine tales whip I had purchased for her. My dick got an
immediate hard on and I could see a bulge beginning in Ralph's
pants.

    "Come over here, you fucking jack-off and take off your cloths."
my wife spit out at me. The vehemence in her voice caught me off
guard, but I did as requested or I should say as commanded. It was
obvious to me that she was still steamed at me for my years of
masturbation while being married to her. I dropped out of my shoes
and socks first then my shirt and finally my pants.

    "Get those underpants off quickly my piss-ant. I want your ass
bare so I can whip it properly." True to her words, as I dropped my
underpants to the floor, she started whipping me really hard with
the leather whip. My boner shrank back down from the pain of her
whipping. Somehow I expected it to be just pleasant light playful
strokes, rather than the pain my wife was directing at my ass.

   "Look at his dick would you Ralph, what a miserable excuse for a
prick. Why don't you show us a real cock?"

    Ralph, without saying a word unzipped his pants and whipped out
just about the biggest cock I'd ever seen close up and personal.
(Maybe, Johnny Keys or John Holmes had bigger ones, but his was the
largest I'd seen in person) It must have been almost ten inches in a
semi-flaccid state. The diameter was so big that I knew my wife
would not be able to put her hand all the way around it. The size of
his dick took Janey back for a moment to, but not for very long.

    "Oh yes, that's the kind of dick I've dreamed about."

    Then my wife walked over to Ralph and took his monster cock into
her hand, stroking it slowly like some type of musical instrument.
"Please fuck me with this marvelous cock." "What about him?" Ralph
asked, not even looking my way. Janey began sliding Ralph's pants
off him and removing his shirt as she 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's just what I wanted to do. I'm
sure Janey thought she was really punishing me, but to tell the
truth, I was beginning to love every minute of it. The humiliation
and domination by my wife, the anticipation of watching her fuck
with a big black stud. These were my fantasies come true. My dick
was getting very hard and big. Not nearly as big as Ralph's, but
nice and big for me. I swear my normal hard-on of 6" was a full 1"
larger and my dick felt harder than I ever remember. Now Ralph did
glance my way, I guess to make sure I wasn't going to take offense
at Janey's remarks or get angry. Fat chance of that, if I tried
anything I knew Ralph could overpower me and I also knew,
instinctively, that if I didn't do what Janey requested my marriage
would be down the tubes.

As Janey continued to fondle his dick, Ralph began to massage my
wife's tits, very gently for such a big man. Ralph backed up a
couple of steps to the coach, and sat down, pulling my Janey on top
of his lap. Now her gigantic bared tits were practically in his
face. The next move was fairly obvious; Ralph buried his face in my
wife's sweet cleavage. I sat motionless unable to do anything but
watch with fascination and listen to my wife's breathless
exclamations. Ohhhh that's nice," Janey cooed. "Kiss them, and
tongue them, while my husband watches." I know I should have been
jealous and angry over the slutty way my wife was acting but, I have
to admit, that I couldn't really control the growing pleasure in my
loins. Ralph continued to be very bold about feasting on my wife's
boobies while I was watching. He slurped on them for almost 10
minutes. I could tell from the guttural sounds that my Janey was
making that she had at least one or two mini-orgasms while wriggling
her ass around on his lap. I was sitting there playing with myself
when it hit me that Ralph must have a massive hard on by now also,
especially with Janey jiggling on his lap with her sweet ass. Before
I could say or do anything, Janey broke the silence with, "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 wimpy husband."

What man could resist that kind of offer. He picked her up in his
arms and carried her to the bedroom as I followed after them like a
puppy dog. After placing her on the bed he slid her leather corset
all the way off and removed Janey's panties, leaving her heels,
garter and nylons on. He stood up, never even glancing my way and
quickly shed the rest of his cloths. While he dropped his cloths to
the floor my wife looked over at me with the same contempt she
showed ever since discovering me masturbating. However, this time
her voice was a little less harsh as she said, "Go ahead baby, keep
playing with it. I want to see your hard dick while Ralph fucks me."
She said it so matter of factly that It sounded almost like
something we did ever day. I had no choice but to keep my mouth shut
and look on as Ralph mounted Janey on the bed missionary style. It
wasn't long before my wife was in the type of ecstasy she normally
reserved for me. She wrapped her legs around him as he gave her long
strokes into her seething pussy. I kept my hands on my hard dick
like Janey had demanded as I watched them. Ralph had doubled over
slightly so that he could fuck Janey and suck on one of her soft
bosoms at the same time. He was really pumping her hard and Janey
was loving it! They changed position at Janey's suggestion. Ralph
laid on his back with his big 10 inches in the air while she mounted
him straddle style allowing him free access to continue sucking her
pillowy tits. Janey rode up and down on Ralph's cock making soft
slurping noises as her cunt hit the base of his massive cock, over
and over again.

"Ohhh yesss...., fuck me with your fat black cock. Don't ever stop.
Mmmmm .... Ralph your sooo biiiggg. Give it to meee all night long."
Then glancing my way, "Jim, 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 I
say? The truth of it was that it was exactly the type of fantasy
I've always craved. Now that it was real I wasn't really sure of all
my emotions. However, the fire in my loins soon pushed out any
thoughts but those that made me realize how incredibly sexy my wife
looked and was acting as she got fucked by her black lover. As Ralph
continued to pound his massive cock in and out of her pussy, my wife
changed her position again. This time she went on her back so that
her legs were spread further apart and then she lifted her legs so
that they were reaching wantonly toward the ceiling. They continued
their relentless fucking as his balls sounded a resounding splat
every time he pistoned into her cunt. I thought to myself that the
position of Janey's legs must be tiring on her. As if she was
reading my mind, my wife opened her eyes slightly from the delicious
sexual delirium she was in and addressed me.

"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
asshole." Although I did as told it made me very unhappy that I had
to give up pulling at my own cock to assist my wife in her fucking
of Ralph. My cock just dangled between my legs as I helped to steady
my wife's legs wide apart for Ralph's continued assault upon my
Janey's pussy. Finally, after about ten minutes, my wife again
changed her position to lay on her side, so that I could return to
the wonderful fondling of my dick again. After turning on her side
my wife told me, "Now go back to playing with your little worm. Play
with it until it bleeds." What the hell could I do but play with my
dick for all it was worth? The absence of my hand from my cock while
holding my wife's legs for her had made my dick super-sensitive to
my touch. I couldn't contain myself as Janey's squeals got louder
and louder finally screaming through an intense orgasm. My cum
spurted on our bedroom carpet as I let my load fly. Ralph wasn't
prepared to have it over so quickly, however, and he continued
fucking her as he mounted her doggy style playing with her tits from
behind. My wife told me to get in front of her so she could keep her
eye on me. They had been at it for an hour and Janey was obviously
in seventh haven.

Our love making had never taken this long and I knew she was getting
the fucking of her life. She literally screamed through her third
orgasm of the night and Ralph couldn't resist any longer. Suddenly
Ralph began to jerk all over and as he did, he pulled out of my
wife's sopping wet cunt and spilled his oncoming load of hot jizz
all over the crack of Janey's ass and the small of her back.

Janey turned her head my way and told me in no uncertain terms, "God
that was great. Be a good little jack-off and lick Ralph's cum from
my ass, you wimp." I hesitated for just a second or two and she
added, "Do it NOW, you fucking asshole. " I hesitated no longer for
my wonderful mistress and began licking her ass as commanded. Her
sweat and Ralph's cum made a strange salty taste in my mouth.
"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
re-double my efforts to do a good job at being an ass licker. After
swallowing up every bit of Ralph's cum from her sweet body, my wife
collapsed on the bed. Ralph got up, got dressed and left without
saying a word to Janey or me.     After Ralph left my wife didn't
say a word to me. In fact she didn't really talk to me for several
days.

Finally, after I did a lot of begging and pleading for her
forgiveness, she told me that one night wasn't going to wipe out the
fourteen years that I had been cheating on her by having sex with
myself instead of her. She explained to me that what transpired with
Ralph was going to happen with other men, until she felt that we
were even. Since then my Janey has had a lot of men come to our
house to fuck her in front of me. I have even had to recruit a lot
of her lovers myself. She always pours verbal abuse on me as I am
made to watch her fuck and suck her lovers. She has also really
taken to being my sex master when we are alone, wearing her leather
outfits, and treating me with the type of contempt I deserve. And
you know what? I hope she never feels the score is evened, she is
making all my sexual fantasies come true and I love it!