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Subject: {ASSM} The Note (slut-wife, erotic imagery, short story)
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The Note
c. 2003 by Jibsheet
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Authors Note: I wrote this for my sexy lover, who always inspires me! 
I'm always fascinated by the question "what is erotic?" and the idea
came to me to write a short story that might not even have a graphic
sex act in it, but would still be "erotic" to someone who enjoyed the
kind of sex that the story implies! Would enjoy your comments:
jibsheet26@hotmail.com
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"Hello?" My greeting echoes down the hallway of our house,  "Baby? I'm
home!"

No answer. I smile, stopping in my tracks to listen for the sounds of
passion from our bedroom - after all, one of our favorite ways of
greeting my return from a trip is for you to let me find you in the
arms of a lover when I get to the house....but this time, there are no
moans of pleasure from the bedroom; no quiet, rhythmic creaking of the
bedsprings.

Pulling my suitcase along behind me, I cross the living room towards
the bedroom, with a stop to look in the kitchen and out towards the
garage.

The bedroom looks a little different than it normally does at this
hour of the evening...the covers and blanket are thrown back, and the
sheets are tangled and tossed to one side. My cock stirs in my pants
as I see a very prominent wet spot in the middle of the bed, and
realize what it might mean. I push my suitcase to one side, noticing
as I do a handwritten note propped up against the lamp on the bedside
table.

The note is from you, but before I read it I lean forward and run my
fingers through the dampness on the bed. A taste and a smell are
enough to confirm it for me - they are the taste and smell of your
cunt, and the texture of cum. Only one of your many lovers comes so
much that it runs out of your cunt and puddles on the bed like that -
I know without a doubt that Dan has been here fucking you...unless
you've been enjoying a new man I haven't yet met (and that's always a
possibility)!

I lick my fingers, enjoying the taste, as I read the note:

"Hi Baby! Welcome home! As you can see, I've been a very good slut for
you and I've let Dan use me and fill my cunt with his hot cum!" I stop
reading to shift my now-hard cock to a more comfortable position in my
pants. God, how I love it when you are my slut!

"We were going to wait for you to get in from the airport, but I guess
the way I was acting - trying to get Dan hard again and begging for
more - made Dan realize that your slut was hot for more cock. Do you
think maybe it was the way I was running the big dildo in and out of
my dripping cunt that did it?"

Hmmmmm....I look around...there it is! I missed it before, but the
big, fat gel dildo I gave you is lying in the covers at the foot of
the bed.

"Whatever it was, Dan suddenly decided we were going out. He made me
put on a short skirt and that sheer blouse he likes, but he wouldn't
let me put on panties...and he said told me he was taking me to the
adult theater again...you know, the one over on the highway? I think
he likes seeing your baby act like a total slut at that theater, lover
- remember how turned on he was that night with the five other guys?

I smile, remembering how you looked that night as Dan fucked you and
we all took turns in your mouth...

"Why don't you come over and meet us when you get in? Just look for
the room with the line of guys waiting  outside, and listen for the
sound of your baby cumming hard....XXXXX Your Slut"

I turn and head for the door. At this hour, It should only take me
about 15 minutes to get over to the theater!

--end--

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