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Notes.txt
* Disclaimer: The following piece is a work of pornography. As such, it
* contains situations that may be undesirable in real life. The primary
* intent of this text is to arouse the reader. If this makes you
* uncomfortable, or if you are 18 years of age or younger, please stop
* reading now.
Notes
by Ed Rider
m.{f, m, spank}
It started for me the day I found a crumpled up piece of paper on the
floor by the couch. I picked it up, but before I went to toss it into
the trash, I unfolded and read the little note.
"I'm naked and wet, just waiting for the next time I get to spank your
cute little ass..."
*That* opened my eyes. I kind of turned and looked over my shoulder,
like I was doing something wrong. Who had written this, and how did
it get on our living room floor?
I thought of my wife Christine, but it wasn't her handwriting. It was
definitely the neat script of a woman though. One of Christine's
friends? I couldn't think of them as being that sexually forward.
I tore the slip of paper into tiny little shreds and dropped it in the
garbage. Was I feeling guilty? The image of me laying over a naked
woman's lap came unbidden to my mind. I shook my head and put it out
of my thoughts.
The next evening I had forgotten about it completely. Christine was out
running some errands and picking something up for dinner, and I was
lying on the bed reading. The phone rang.
"Hello?" I answered it.
At first I couldn't hear anything except breathing on the other line.
Then a woman spoke.
"Have you been playing with yourself, little one? I do like it so when
you're hot and ready for me..."
It was a sexy voice, commanding and sultry. My breath caught in my
throat for a moment. "Who... who is this?" I demanded.
I think she chuckled. "Oh, it's you." And then she hung up the phone.
I held the phone in my hand with a puzzled expression on my face. I had
only heard her speak a little bit, but my cock was stirring. I
replaced the phone on it cradle and unzipped my shorts. What was going
on here?
I thought of talking on the phone with a sexy woman as I played my cock
to hardness. Suddenly I remembered finding that note yesterday, and my
dick gave a pleasurable spasm. Was that it? Did she want to spank me?
Why did she hang up?
I jerked my dick hard, imagining this playful and dripping woman
teasing and pleasing me. My pleasure and arousal were heightened, I
masturbated furiously, stretching out in pleasure, closing my eyes,
and finally spurting a load of cum all over my stomach.
That night as I lay in bed with Christine, I thought of it again. I
wanted to screw her, and hard, but she was nearly asleep. I drifted off
while stroking my hard cock.
The next day passed uneventfully. It was a beautiful Saturday, warm and
sunny. I spent the afternoon washing my car. I wondered about the next
time Christine and I would make love. I puttered around the house.
At dinner Christine was happy and talkative. We had a nice time, and
I pretty much forgot about my more sexual thoughts. They was unusual,
really. I love Christine dearly, and while our sex is good, it is
occasional, and our relationship is on a deeper level than that.
As we lay in bed later, I kissed her passionately good night and lay
back with my eyes closed. Christine was sitting up reading by a soft
light. I wasn't sleepy, but I didn't want to bother Christine for sex,
so I just lay there quietly.
It normally takes me a long time to fall asleep each night, so I was
used to remaining awake for quite a while. I listened to Christine
breathe and eventually she finished reading and turned off the light.
Minutes later I was about to drift off when I heard a click.
I remained still, but my senses all popped awake. I could hear just
faint sounds from the other side of the bed. As casually as I could
I rolled over and opened one eye. Christine was sitting on the edge
of the bed with her back to me.
"Hi," she whispered. She was talking on the phone!
She didn't say another word, just sat there in the darkness, evidently
carefully listening. Her body shook a little. I could hear her
breathing heavily. Her hands were moving. They roamed all over her body,
touching herself.
Her breathing was ragged as she sat with her hands in her lap. It
seemed innocent, but I could tell from the feeling of sex in the air
that she was frigging herself. All the while, she held the phone tight
against her ear to listen to the mystery caller.
Finally she hung up, and I feigned sleep as she lay back down. I was
a long way from going to sleep. I was hard again, and my thoughts
raced. The last thing I thought of before I fell asleep was Christine
and another woman kissing deeply.
I smiled pleasantly through breakfast, and then we went to church. I
thought she might notice that I was distracted, but the truth was that
her mind was on something else as well. My mind churned up
possibilities as to what it might be. I tried not to stare at
Christine's pretty breasts or her light flower dress.
Afterwards she was nervous. I pretended like I didn't notice.
"Well, dear, I'm going to... go to the nursery to get some flowers."
"Okay." I smiled and kissed her on the cheek.
Why didn't I trust her? I *knew* she was going somewhere suspicious. I
watched from the front window as she drove away. I stood there for
five minutes, just thinking. Finally I saw a startling sight.
Christine had circled around and was driving down our street the other
way. Furtively, she swung the wheel and pulled into the driveway of our
next door neighbor.
Our next door neighbor's name was Pam, and she lived alone. She was a
few years younger than me in appearance, and she had short blonde hair
and a nice body. My heart started beating quickly. I saw Pam open the
door and invite Christine inside.
I raced upstairs to the bedroom. I shucked off my pants and pulled down
my underwear. My cock was stiff and ready. I thought of Pam and
Christine kissing. In my mind I heard a sexy female voice speaking.
"I'm naked and wet, just waiting for the next time I get to spank your
cute little ass..."
I was breathing heavily. Was Christine getting spanked? I had no idea
she was so naughty. My balls were full as I stroked my cock. With
aching pleasure I exploded and spurted my jizz all over myself.
Life continued. I couldn't just confront Christine about this. So I
went on with ordinary stuff. Our relationship was good, it was built
on much stronger stuff than sex.
Then one day I was working out in the garden and I felt a pair of eyes
watching me. I stood up and turned around. Across the rosebushes, Pam
was staring at me out a side window. I looked around, but stood
frozen in her gaze. It was like she was measuring me up. Then she
held up her hand and gestured to me. Her lips mouthed: "come."
Guiltily I hurried over to her front door. It was open. Transfixed, I
walked through her house. I found myself in her bedroom. Pam was
seated on the edge of the bed. She was wearing a skintight leather
bikini. I had never seen such a thing in real life. In her right hand
she held a red ping pong paddle, and she patted her lap with her left.
Now I was going to get what I deserved.
end.
* The author humbly invites your comments, questions, and requests to
* be emailed to Ed_Rider7@hotmail.com
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Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
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