Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. I fly into an intense rage of jealousy every time you tell me you fucked your wife. Fires of anger race throughout my entire body. You caught on to that rather quickly after you first heard my confession. Thereafter every day or so you made it a point to write me and tell me you had fucked your wife. You knew it would make me extremely jealous. You had found a raw nerve and you were irritating it to your delight. She too was taken quite aback at your newly found libido. After decades of marriage, her pussy had been lying fallow. Now that you had me to torment with my jealousy, you resumed plowing hers nightly, at times two and three times a night. And writing to me in the morning, telling me about your feats of sexuality; making me cringe with anger. What did your wife have that I did not? She did not like to have her breasts fondled; my very small ones yearn for your firm grip. Your wife did not enjoy having her nipples sucked and tweaked and pinched and twirled around. Mine are extremely sensitive: a mere sharp pinch and I climax immediately. You gave my nipples proper names, Rita and Linda. Your wife does not like you to venerate hers. Your wife does not like to suck your little penis after you have had intercourse. I love to take a penis in my mouth right after, tasting your cum intermingled with my vaginal discharges, sensing it become flaccid in my mouth. Your wife is past the age of menstruation; I still get mine every four weeks. Your wife's vagina had become loose inside from years of neglect and childbearing. I still do my Kegel exercises daily, with such good pelvic muscle tone that I can actually keep my husband from climaxing with the sheer strength of my vaginal grip. What did your wife have that I did not? I mattered not to you: you just fucked your wife every single night just to spite me. Once you forced me to get a web cam and install it permanently in my matrimonial bedroom you gained total control over my marital sexuality. You could watch whenever my husband and I had sex. You forced me to leave the lights on so you could see us clearly, smiling to yourself when my husband asked why the lights had to be on, masturbating while you watched online my husband and I make love, ordering me in the afternoon to show my entire body before the web cam, spreading my legs wide open so you could see my pussy and derrière, jerking off while you watched us. It was not often my husband and I could have sex: he is not as young or as virile as you. And that made you even happier. Through your notes you had me in a permanent state of sexual agitation. Since you did not give me permission to masturbate, all I could hope for was to get my husband hard enough to have some semblance of intercourse so you could watch us online. That was not enough for you. You knew how insanely jealous I get when you tell me you fucked your wife. You took it one step further. You wrote me every morning how you fucked her. And you demanded that I do the same with my husband at night. I started to slip a Viagra tablet into his wine every night. I would have to fuck my very own husband exactly the way you had told me you had fucked your wife the night before. You would watch us. Jerking off, you would smile seeing how inept I was at recreating your own sexuality. Your commands got bolder and bolder. Since your penis is only 5 inches long, you demanded that my husband, much larger than that, could only penetrate me 5 inches deep. That meant that I had to place my hand around the base of his huge penis so that only the top 5 inches could fuck me. For him it was as if I were masturbating his root while at the same time he fucked me. It left him frustrated every time that he could not plunge all the way deep inside me. And for me, it became the eternal frustration that comes with the lack of deep penetration, always thinking that is how it must feel to fuck a man with a cock as small as yours. Never quite satisfied completely. You watched and masturbated, and getting all aroused, you would then fuck your wife. A different technique every night. Just to get me to do the same the following night. You took on a flight of imagination. You started to fuck your wife in positions that were perfectly adequate for a man with a penis as small as yours. But that would be outright uncomfortable and intensely painful with a man with a cock as large as my husband's with a woman as tight as me. You got around to getting your wife to deep-throat you. You knew quite well that deep-throating the penis of a man as large as my husband's would make me gag. And yet you forced me to do it, just so you could watch us and jerk off happily away, then going to fuck your wife, much to my intensely jealous rage. You found out that I had a secret lover. You wrote her and found out more things about me. That I also love women. That my lover told you about the sterling silver nipple clamps she got me for my birthday. You make me wear them to work, showing you in the morning when I put them on before going off to work, showing you in the evening how it finally took them off. You smiled and jerked off when you watched my husband notice the marks they left on my nipples. And then one day, you asked me to do something your wife had never let you do. You told me to go home in the later afternoon, before my husband got home. You ordered me to start having ONLY anal sex with my lover, watching and jerking off as her strap-on slid in and out, jerking off hearing me moan. Only to have to fuck my very own husband that very same night, different hole, still sore and wildly dilated behind. All this and more you make me do, just for your viewing and masturbation pleasure. All this and more you make me do, just so you get hard to fuck your wife. All this and more you do, just to get me jealous and in a state of permanent sexual agitation. Lover of my dreams, may I masturbate now? Please? My nipples are yours: Rita and Linda yearn your attention. My pussy is yours: Peggy begs your permission. Soft kiss...