Horny Ghosts

With all of the excitement of discovering that they lived with a group of sex-obsessed ghosts, Vanessa had forgotten all about her head injury. However, the throbbing in her head soon ramped up to such a level it could no longer be ignored, so she was forced to take the Doctor's advice and take some time to rest up. Since Michael was itching to get back to work on the house, the ghosts took turns checking in on her whenever Michael wasn't able to.

While Vanessa was confined to her bed, they would take turns coming in to sit next to her and talk to her. At first, the visits were mostly one-sided, with the ghosts doing most of the talking, and short, so she could nap when needed. But as the days passed and she started to feel a bit better, the ghosts would stay longer and longer, as the conversation flowed between them.

Luckily for her head, if not her loins, they mostly behaved themselves during their visits. She could tell this was hard for Reggie, in particular, who seemed to rejoice in making her blush by describing the sexcapades of he and his ghostly housemates in full, gory detail.

"So then Will absolutely buried his cock in Tristan's ass, right to the hilt. I don't know if Tristan could take it like what while alive, but he sure can while dead! His asshole is like the TARDIS, much bigger on the inside!" Reggie said, laughing at his own joke.

Vanessa didn't mind, despite the blushing. While she couldn't enjoy viewing these actions in person at the moment, she was glad not to be left out of them entirely. Plus, it made the time go by so much more enjoyably, it would have been so boring being bedridden without her new friends.

"That sounds like quite the sight!" Vanessa chuckled. "I'm sorry I missed it!"

"Don't worry, Vanny, we'll make sure there is lots of action to get you all hot and bothered as soon as you feel up to it!"

"I can't wait! It's been nearly a week and my head feels mostly back to normal. I mean, it's not throbbing all the time anymore," she said.

"I'll give you something that is throbbing all the time!" Reggie broke in with another laugh.

Vanessa smiled and continued. "The doctor said I should rest in bed for a full week and Michael is making me stick to it. But I am getting so tired of lying here and not getting to do anything fun! It seems a shame to waste all this time on my back!" Vanessa chuckled, as she didn't want to seem like she was whining, but because she was starting to feel better, she was experiencing a touch of cabin fever and couldn't wait until her enforced rest period was over. Plus, there really were so many things she would rather be doing in bed!

Reggie looked at her with a glint in his eye and a smile on his lips. "Well, horn dog, are you sure you can't do anything fun on your back? Have you tried?"

Vanessa returned his look thoughtfully. "Well, the doctor said to just rest and Michael has been so intent on following the doctor's orders, so...no. I haven't tried anything." She usually took care of herself at least once a day, and Reggie's question - and his hot, naked body sitting in front of her - made her realise that she hadn't since that afternoon in the hall when she'd discovered him and Rebecca fucking. She was all of a sudden so desperate to touch herself that she could barely contain it.

"How about we start all gentle and slow? I'll guide you, we'll take it easy, and see how we go?" he said with a cheeky grin, taking his cock in his own hand.

Vanessa bit her lip and gave it some thought. She felt pretty good, her head didn't really hurt anymore and she was horny as hell. Surely it couldn't hurt to have a nice little mutual masturbation session with the hot ghost? Michael had said that as soon as she was better she had free reign to play with the ghosts as much as she wanted, as long as she described it to him in detail after, so why not start now?

"Okay," she said. "Let's do this."

Reggie grinned. "Yes! I have been waiting for a chance to get busy with you! Look, I'm hard already!"

Vanessa looked down at his large cock and saw that it was indeed hard as a rock and standing at full attention, all veiny and glistening at the tip, and she bit her lip again. "I mean it, let's DO this!" she begged.

"Okay okay," Reggie chuckled. "I can tell you're ready to go too! Alright, I'll give you instructions, and you just do what I say, okay?"

Vanessa nodded, so excited and wet already.

"But if at any point there is something you don't want to do or you feel uncomfortable, just let me know," Reggie continued. "Okay. First, pull down the covers to the end of the bed."

She did as she was told, so glad that she happened to be wearing a cute purple satin nightgown today. His eyes roamed over her body appreciatively.

"Next, remove your nightgown and panties."

Vanessa looked at him in surprise; this was going faster than she expected. Not that she had a problem with it, she was just surprised.

Reggie smiled. "I've already seen you naked, princess, remember that show you put on your first night? Of course, you don't have to do it if you'd rather not, but if there is a chance I get to see you naked again, I figured I'd give it a shot." He shrugged.

Now it was Vanessa's turn to smile. "I don't mind, I was just surprised for a second." And with that, she pulled off her nightgown and shimmied out of her panties, before resettling herself up against her pillows.

Reggie let out a long, low whistle. "This is better than I even remembered," he said. "Girl, you have an absolutely banging body!"

Vanessa blushed and smiled. "Thank you! Yours ain't so bad either!"

"Now," Reggie said, taking control again. "Bend your knees and spread them really wide. I want to see everything."

Vanessa did as she was told, lying on her back with her knees up and splayed wide, showing him her pussy in all its glory. She was already so aroused that she knew it looked juicy and delicious. In response, Reggie groaned and started stroking his hard cock that was still in his hand.

"Okay, take the index and middle fingers of your right hand and plunge them deep into your pussy. Good. Move them in and out the way you like. Yeah, that's it. Mmm, your pussy looks so good!" Vanessa followed along with all of Reggie's instructions, enjoying every second of it.

"Take your left hand and play with your nipples. Yeah, show me those big tits of yours. Squeeze those nipples. Mmm, yeah, and keep playing with your pussy. Good girl. Do you like this? Does it feel good?"

"Oh yeah," Vanessa breathed. "It feels so good."

"Good, that's good," Reggie answered, his hand speeding up on his dick. "Okay, take those pussy fingers and play with your clit. How do you like it? Yeah, flick it, ooh, rub it, mmm, circle it, go a little faster now, yeah, that's good. A bit faster, how does that feel? Good, yeah? Okay, faster, yeah, faster... faster, mmmm... faster, yeah, like that..."

Reggie's instructions were starting to come in fits and starts between deep breaths and grunts. Vanessa was also panting as she felt the mounting pressure in her clit, building quickly after so many days without gratification.

"Oh yeah, rub that clit... yeah, oh yeah... just like that..." Reggie continued until Vanessa's panting became a long, high pitched gasp as she quivered and squirted over the bed. Seeing this, Reggie's own orgasm took over and he let loose a series of grunts as he shot his own load onto the bed.

Vanessa saw stars in front of her eyes and couldn't move for several moments. She couldn't remember the last time she'd come so hard. This was what she had wanted in her life, this is what she and Michael had talked about - opening their sex life to have experiences like these with other people - and she was so grateful that moving to the country hadn't removed the possibility of having it. Sure, the people she was to have the experiences with were dead, but what did that matter when they were so hot and so up for it?

When she was fully in her body again she moved to sit up, and one foot brushed the puddle that Reggie had made on the bed. It was wet, she could feel it!

"Reggie! I can feel your cum!! Why can I feel your cum?" she asked him, for the moment forgetting the monumental orgasm their mutual masturbation had just given her.

Reggie seemed to be still recuperating from his own orgasm. "What? Oh, that," he answered slowly, slouched down in the chair as though boneless. "So when ghosts cum, we actually produce a substance that Livings can see and feel. It's called ectoplasm."

"I've heard of that before!" Vanessa replied. "But I didn't know that it was cum, I thought it was just something that happened in seances when mediums communicated with spirits?"

"Ha! Yeah," Reggie chuckled. "That's kind of a joke amongst ghosts. In a seance, a ghost will wank near the medium and cum, and then they'll all laugh as the Livings think it is some mystical proof that the medium has the power to communicate with the dead. It's just jizz, sorry!"

Vanessa giggled. "Holy shit, that is hilarious! I remember going to a Spiritualist museum one time and they had jars of ectoplasm on display!! How funny that it is actually ghost cum!!" She broke down laughing, collapsing on her side on the bed and pounding the mattress with one hand.

Reggie cracked up too, it was one of his favourite ghost tricks to pull on Livings. Soon Vanessa calmed down and sat up again, realising that she was still naked and looking around for the nightgown she had torn off and tossed.

"Just wait a minute, before getting dressed, please?" Reggie asked. "Your body is so hot and I want to look at it a bit longer."

Vanessa settled back against the pillows, blushing. "Okay, I can do that."

"That was fucking great," Reggie said. "I've never played with a Living before, at least, not since I was a Living, and man, that was fun. I want to do that a lot more. Please."

Vanessa chuckled and blushed a little more. "That was really good. I can't remember when I last came that hard. I would love to do it a lot more. With all of you."

"Oh yeah, for sure, the other ghosts are just waiting for you to be well enough for it," Reggie said. "They are going to be so pissed that I got here first!"

"Well, there is a lot of me to go around, and now that we live here, we have nothing but time!" Vanessa assured her new ghost lover.

Just then, the door to the room opened and Michael walked in with a lunch tray. He stopped just inside the door, taking in the sight of his naked wife on the bed, facing the empty chair next to the bed and raised his eyebrows at Vanessa questioningly.

"Oh, Reggie and I just had a mutual masturbation session and it was wonderful! I had the most amazing orgasm and I am feeling so much better!" Vanessa informed her husband.

While Michael nodded and moved to set the tray on the bedside table, Reggie stood up and, with a quick "catch you later, princess!", vanished through the wall.

Michael sat on the side of the bed and looked at his wife. She looked better than she had in days, the colour was definitely back in her cheeks and she was smiling.

"Well," he said. "If mutual masturbation with one of our ghost friends makes you look this refreshed and healthy, then you might need to do it every day!"

Vanessa laughed and gestured for him to pass her her nightgown, which had ended up on the floor. As she put it on, she said, "I'm not going to argue with that logic!"

When she was in her pajamas again and tucked back under the covers, Michael set the lunch tray on her lap. He had brought food for both of them, so they both dug in; Vanessa was more ravenous than she had felt in days, and finished hers quickly. They talked about how the renovations were going on the house, and what new items needed to be added to the fix it list; it seemed like Michael or the contractors they had hired were finding something else that was in dire need of a revamp or all out replacement every other day.

"Since you're feeling better, it will be good to have you back and helping soon," Michael said. "Slowly, of course, you do not want to overdo it. But little things here and there will be good."

"Of course, I'm looking forward to it! I'm getting tired of being confined to this bed, as fun as it was today!" Vanessa assured him.

Michael set the tray full of empty dishes aside and turned to his wife. "Okay, now that we are finished with food and house talk, you have my full attention," Michael said. "Please tell me every detail of your session with Reggie."

Vanessa did not hesitate, and launched into a play by play, sharing every sexy detail with her husband. Michael paid rapt attention, only moving to adjust his crotch a couple of times. When she had finished describing her explosive orgasm at the end, Michael looked like he was about to cum too.

"Shit, Van," he said. "That was so hot. The way he told you what to do every step of the way, Christ. I am so hard."

Vanessa looked down and laughed. "You certainly are! Do you want some help with that?"

"Are you sure you feel up to it? You've already had a busier day than you've had in a while, I don't want you to push yourself," he countered, though Vanessa could tell by the extreme bulge in his pants that his dick very much wanted her to push herself...onto him.

"Of course, babe. I told you, I'm feeling much better. Plus, I need some dick that I can touch!"

With that, she moved around the bed so that she was over and in front of him. She undid the front of his pants and pulled them down enough to free his large cock. It was practically pulsing, it was so hard, the veins raised in relief and a puddle of pre cum at the tip. Vanessa licked her lips and brought her mouth down on her husband's cock, licking and sucking and nibbling in all the ways she knew he liked. She didn't draw it out or tease him this time, she wanted to give him pleasure and satisfy his needs before he had to go back to work. Sometimes it was a long, drawn out fuckfest, and sometimes it was a hot quickie at lunch time, and she loved them both. It didn't take long before Michael let out a long, guttural moan and dumped his load down his wife's throat, his body jerking along with the streams of hot, sticky spunk that shot into her mouth. She took it all and swallowed with relish, before cleaning off his now flaccid penis and tucking it back into his pants.

Just then, she heard a giggle and turned to see a few ghostly torsos poking through the wall above the bed. Beatrice, Tristan and William each held up both hands to her.

"Ten out of ten, no notes!" Beatrice said through giggles. "You are a master fellator, we all bow to you!"

"Shit yeah," Tristan agreed. "Great work on taking that load! How do you feel about ectoplasm?"

"Hats off to you, my lady!" William offered.

Vanessa laughed and explained their audience reactions to Michael. He, still lolling in post orgasmic bliss, raised one hand in a thumbs up. "Wholeheartedly agree, folks," he said in the ghosts' direction.

The ghosts laughed and withdrew through the wall.

"They've gone now," Vanessa explained as she settled beside him on the bed. "I have to say, this is better than I possibly could have imagined. When we talked about opening our relationship, I thought we'd have to awkwardly find people on apps and stuff. But here we have a house full of hot sex maniacs who can fulfill so many of our sexual fantasies, and we didn't have to search for them! I just wish I could have sex with them for real."

Michael nodded. "I agree with everything you just said. We are so lucky. I knew that the idea of you with other people was hot, but the reality is so much better. And maybe we'll find people for you to have actual sex with some day, but for now we are living the dream!"

Vanessa gave it another full day of bed rest before she couldn't take it anymore, and decided she was well enough to venture out into the land of the Livings (and the dead).

Life began to take on a bit of a routine, not to suggest it was in any way boring or conventional for the inhabitants of Bloomington House. Each day, Vanessa and Michael would wake up and start on their tasks for the day; the house was slowly but surely coming together. Between the two of them and their hired contractors, there was something going on in most areas of the house. The ghosts would generally leave them to it for the morning; they knew how important it was to get the building to a condition that would allow the couple to start earning an income from it. However, most afternoons, Vanessa would somehow find herself working in a room that was away from the noise and action of the rest of the workers, and then the ghosts would find her and insist she take a break. 'Breaks' consisted of watching one, two or all of them in some kind of sexual endeavour, whether it was Tristan and Althea giving each other oral, or Rebecca riding Reggie while Beatrice sat on his face, or all five of the other ghosts seeing who could take William's huge penis the deepest, orally, anally and vaginally (those who had vaginas). Vanessa never minded the distraction, and usually joined in via masturbating while they watched her.

After that, it was back to work until dinner, when she and Michael would tiredly shove food in their faces while Vanessa regaled him with detailed accounts of her afternoon delights. And often before bed they would engage in their own sexual endeavours, sometimes influenced by what Vanessa witnessed earlier in the day. The ghosts would usually join them in their bedroom for this time, fucking in pairs or groups, while Vanessa and Michael fucked each other. They were more tired than they'd ever been, and more sexually fulfilled than they'd ever thought possible.

But Vanessa had to admit that just watching the ghosts and never being able to actually join them was the sweetest torture. She longed to run her hands over their bodies, place her mouth on every part of them, and feel each of them inside of her. But it could never be. As real as they appeared to her, she knew they weren't corporeal; as evidenced the day she saw one of the workmen walk through Tristan.

The carpenter was walking down the hall, carrying his tools and some materials, and obviously had no idea that the ghost was there when Tristan appeared out of the wall directly in the workman's path. Vanessa, further down the hall behind the carpenter, had just put up her hand and opened her mouth to call out to him to stop, but before she had a chance the carpenter had plowed forward and through the handsome ghost without a thought. Tristan instantly dissolved from the force of it but reappeared immediately, doubled over in obvious pain and Vanessa rushed over to him.

"Shit, Tristan, are you ok?" she whispered, afraid the workman would turn around and ask who she was talking to.

"Yeah, I will be," the ghost answered, his voice strained. "It is painful as all hell when a Living walks through us, but it goes away pretty quickly. Still, we try to avoid it at all costs. I wasn't paying attention just now. I'm not used to this house having so many Livings in it, at least not for years." He stood up straight and shook his head a bit. "Okay, I'm starting to feel better now, thank you. I will need to get better at staying alert!"

And he certainly did; they all did. VFrom then on, Vanessa noticed they were always careful to jump out of the way if a Living worker ever got too close.

One afternoon, Vanessa was upstairs in one of the bedrooms with Rebecca, Althea and Beatrice. The three ghosts were on the bed: Beatrice was lying on her side, her mouth on Althea's clit, making sweet little sucking sounds that accented the other woman's groans of pleasure. Rebecca's mouth had captured one of Beatrice's nipples while her fingers explored the small blonde's vulva; Rebecca was lying on her back, her head resting on Althea's torso while she tantalized Beatrice. And Althea's long, slender fingers reached down to toy with Rebecca's genitals. All in all, it was a very sexy scene and Vanessa couldn't help but be mesmerized by the beautiful ghosts. She had been standing near the bed, but feeling overcome by a need to pleasure herself while watching this alluring tableau, she moved to the bed and sat on the edge next to Rebecca. Reaching one hand into her pants to start fingering herself, she absentmindedly placed the other hand on Rebecca's knee to steady herself. Instantly, all three of the ghosts stopped what they were doing to look at Vanessa, and she sheepishly snatched her hand away, feeling guilty for interrupting.