Horny Ghosts

Vanessa wandered the halls of Bloomington House, looking for her husband, Michael. She couldn't wait to tell him the good news: she had discovered that not only could she touch their resident ghosts as though they were other Living people, but also they could touch her. Which meant, as she'd just discovered with Rebecca, Althea and Beatrice, she could fuck them!

It was late in the afternoon, and most of the contractors they had hired to help restore Bloomington House to its former glory had left for the day. But she could hear a lone hammer pounding in one of the sitting rooms on the ground floor, so she headed in that direction.

As she rounded the corner and entered the room, she paused for a moment to watch Michael at work. He was rebuilding the built-in shelves along the walls, and his shirt was off while he worked. Vanessa appreciated the way his muscles moved under his skin, his skin glistening with a sheen of sweat from the exertion, his focus so completely on what he was doing. She may have just come (literally and figuratively) from a delectable encounter with three women, but now she was hot for her husband.

She quietly walked up behind him and put her arms around his naked torso, cupping his pecs from behind, her nose to his back to drink in the smell of him after a hard day's work. He was initially startled by the unexpected touch, but quickly settled into his wife's embrace, as she was always a welcome distraction.

"Hey, babe," he said, turning around in her arms in order to face her. "How has your day been?"

"Well, I have some fantastic news to tell you, but first I think I'm going to need to see your dick."

Michael laughed. "I am intrigued to hear the news, but how can I resist a request like that?"

He undid his pants, slipping them and his underwear down to his work boots. His large cock stood at attention, spurred by her surprise demand for a late afternoon viewing. Vanessa took a step back and drew a deep breath of admiration as she looked down at it; she never tired of seeing her husband's penis. It was large, deliciously pink and veiny when hard, as it was now; a work of art!

She spit into her right palm and placed it over Michael's cock, running it up and down the long length in a way that made Michael catch his breath. Her other hand grasped his heavy balls, pulling on them gently in a way she knew he liked.

He groaned, long and deep, but then caught her hand and asked, "are there any ghosts in here?"

She was pretty sure there weren't but looked around anyway, just in case. "No, it's just us."

"Okay. I just ... wanted to ... know," Michael said, breathing heavily under his wife's administration.

With a smile on her lips, she began a devilish routine: she would move her hand faster and faster up and down his cock until she could tell Michael was getting close to cumming, and then she would stop, grasping his penis firmly but not moving. When his breathing had returned to normal, she would start over, moving her hand in languorous strokes, eventually increasing the speed to torture him all over again. Michael's eyes were closed and he bit his lip between groans and whines, both loving and feeling agonized by his wife's treatment of his cock.

Finally, in one of the slow sessions, she couldn't take it any longer. Removing her hands from Michael, she quickly removed her own pants and panties and sat on the arm of a nearby couch.

"Fuck me, Michael, I need your dick now!" she demanded.

He did not wait to comply, shuffling over to her with his clothes bunched around his ankles and plunging his tortured cock into her dripping pussy. She grunted as she accepted his full length, feeling every inch of him inside of her. When he started moving, there was no gentle build up; he withdrew his cock until she was practically empty, and then slammed into her again. Over and over, his pace unrelenting, as though punishing her in the most delicious way for the edging she had given him. She reveled in it, making animalistic noises with every stab of his cock in her wet slit. Sweat pouring down his face, his groans became grunts as the build up between them grew ever higher. And just before it reached its peak, Vanessa delivered the piece de resistance: she sucked on her own index finger to get it as slick as possible, and then she reached around her husband's body and plunged her wet finger into Michael's asshole.

As soon as her finger entered his back door, Michael exploded, a loud, guttural yell tearing from his throat as his cock spasmed stream after stream of hot jizz into his wife's cunt. His release was the last stroke she needed and she came as well, her ejaculate joining his in running down her leg. They clung to each other as they jerked against the mildewed couch in their formal sitting room, unaware of everything but the post orgasmic bliss.

Finally, their breaths came at a normal pace and they separated, each pulling up their bottom layers of clothing and chuckling as they did so.

"Well, that was certainly a fine way to end the day," Michael said once he was re-buttoned into his pants.

"Fuck yeah," Vanessa agreed, using Michael's previously discarded t-shirt to blot the sweat off her neck before handing it back to him. "I had actually come to tell you some amazing news, but then I got so distracted by the sight of you working all shirtless and sweaty, I had to fuck you first!"

"I don't mind that!" Michael exclaimed. "I'll work shirtless from now on if that's the pay off. Now, what did you want to tell me?"

"Do you remember me telling you that most Livings pass right through the ghosts, and it is very painful for them so ghosts try to avoid it happening at all costs?"

Michael nodded. "Yeah, of course I do. I think about it whenever I walk anywhere in this place, hoping I haven't walked through one of them without realising."

"You haven't, as far as I am aware," Vanessa assured him. "Anyway, I have discovered that it doesn't happen with me, I can actually touch them!"

"Wait, what?" Michael asked, confused. "What do you mean?"

"I can touch them! Just like I can touch you, I can place my hand on them and they feel as real as any Living person."

"Holy shit!" Michael said, realisation dawning. "That means ..."

"That means, my darling, I can fuck them," Vanessa finished for him. "And I have already put that to the test." She filled him in on her group adventure with the ghostly women, sparing none of the sexy details.

"Holy shit!" Michael repeated as soon as she'd finished her story, reaching down to adjust his once again hard dick as it strained against his pants. "The idea of you face deep in another woman - in multiple women - is the hottest thing I have ever heard. Babe, this is amazing."

He placed his hands on either side of her face and drew her in for a long sensuous kiss, pressing his body to hers so she could feel his hard cock against her leg. When they finally parted, he kept his hands on her face as he spoke, his eyes locked on hers.

"I know we've discussed this in terms of mutual masturbation with the ghosts, but now that the deal has changed I want to make it clear that as far as I am concerned, you can feel free to fuck any of the ghosts whenever you want. This is the open relationship we wanted and thought we'd have to give up when we took on this old house. I am so excited to explore whatever this will mean for us. All I want for now is that you continue to tell me all about your adventures. And maybe we can consider how it would feel for me to watch you with them once in a while, in the future, if you and the ghosts don't mind. I know I can't see them, but I can watch you give and receive pleasure, and that is enough for me."

"Oh honey," Vanessa exclaimed. "I'm sure we can arrange that. I'm sure the ghosts wouldn't mind, and I would love to fulfill that fantasy for you."

Michael smiled sheepishly and put his hands in his pockets. "I have always had a bit of a cuckold kink, haven't I?"

Vanessa nodded. "You definitely have always been into the idea of me being fucked by other people! And now we can make it a reality; well, more or less. But we can even get you a cage and a cuck chair by the bed, if you want!" Vanessa teased, but was more than happy to indulge, if that was what Michael wanted.

"Let's start slow, one thing at a time," Michael said, chuckling at his wife's enthusiasm. "I don't want to bite off more than I can chew! Just yet, anyway. Besides, we already have a chair by the bed."

Vanessa chuckled. "That's true! That can be the cuck chair then. And we can see if you want to add anything else as we go." She stopped, taking a breath from the excitement for a moment, all of a sudden feeling the importance of Michael's words. "But you're right, I think taking it slowly is a good idea. We should ease into it to make sure it feels right."

Though they both felt energized by the new developments and the possibilities they presented, they decided that Vanessa would get comfortable with having sex with the ghosts and relaying her full sexual experiences to Michael and see how that felt for both of them, before they took the plunge and had him watch her. As much as the idea of it turned them both on and they were sure they would enjoy it all very much, they knew that reality could be a very different story and they didn't want to be surprised by unexpected feelings. Proceeding with some caution seemed like a good idea in this uncharted territory.

With that decided, a new routine established itself in Bloomington House and Vanessa took to her part of it with relish. Like before, Vanessa and Michael would start the day with their assigned renovation tasks around the house. And as before, one or all of the ghosts would find Vanessa in the afternoon for a designated ghost 'break'. Only now, rather than just watching the ghosts in action and masturbating alongside, Vanessa would join in with the ghosts' escapades, whether it was 69ing Reggie, being made airtight by all of the male ghosts (or as much so as possible, William's penis was VERY large and Vanessa struggled to take all of it in any of her holes...yet), or another tryst with all of the women.

And every evening after dinner as they fell into bed, exhausted by the day, Vanessa would regale Michael with tales of her sexual adventures of the day. The ghosts now left them alone in their bedroom in the evening, as was agreed, giving the couple time to adjust to all of the changes with their relationship intact and all the stronger for their open communication.

Michael loved hearing about all of the sexy experiences his wife was having, the idea of all of the new hands and mouths and genitals on and in her body arousing him beyond measure. He requested that she not clean herself after her adventures, as he enjoyed following up her story time by immersing his face in her pussy and lapping up the remnants of ejaculate and ectoplasm that had collected there earlier in the day. Sometimes, Vanessa would return the favour and pleasure Michael after he had finished with her, either climbing onto his raging erection and riding him senseless, or using her hands and mouth to the same conclusion.

Other times, Vanessa would take their enjoyment of edge play to a new height. After letting him clean her up, she would outright deny him any release of his own. His cock would be harder than she thought possible, but she wouldn't touch it, and she would forbid him from touching it as well. He would whine and complain like a brat, but the glint in his eye told her this was exactly the kind of play he had longed for. They later talked about it at length, and he confirmed that he was an enthusiastic participant in occasional orgasm denial and, in fact, he found her domination of his orgasms to be very sexy.

She would often deny him for a couple of days in a row, not letting him cum at all. The build up would drive him crazy, especially after a few days of her stories and clean up and lack of release, and it added another new and exciting element to their relationship. She would always relent after a few days though; as much as she loved her sexual experiences with the ghosts, she always craved her husband's cock when she hadn't had it in a while.

After a few weeks of the new routine, they finally decided it was time for Michael to watch her have sex with the ghosts. They agreed that Vanessa would invite two of the ghosts into their bedroom one evening, and settled on some basic boundaries for the event: 1. Michael would sit in the chair next to the bed wearing nothing. 2. He would not be able to physically interact with Vanesaa at all, for fear that he would accidentally put a hand through a ghost, but he was free to do whatever he wanted with himself. 3. Vanessa would do whatever she wanted with the ghosts. They weren't sure how it would feel for Michael to be there in the room and for Vanessa to have him watch her, so they didn't want to set too many preconceived rules for this first time.

Vanessa invited Tristan and Beatrice for the occasion and they eagerly accepted. The other ghosts were disappointed, but Vanessa assured them that if all went well, there would be lots of chances for all of them. And she knew that with Tristan and Beatrice, it had the best chance of all going well. They were good natured and fun, and the least likely to stir up trouble; Reggie and Vanessa, in particular, could be quite naughty and while that was delicious on occasion, it didn't seem appropriate for the first time with Michael. For all of those reasons, as well as Vanessa's sheer attraction to them, Beatrice and Tristan felt like the right choice.

On the designated evening, Michael and Vanessa got their bedroom ready for the event. They pulled back the bedding on the bed, so the space was unencumbered. They placed the bedside chair in the optimal viewing position for Michael. And they even placed some nice smelling candles around the room, knowing that the ghosts loved a sensory experience.

Tristan and Beatrice drifted through the wall just as the last candle was being lit. They were naked, of course, since ghosts didn't have clothes. Vanessa took a moment to appreciate Beatrice's small, curvy body, her full breasts glinting in the candlelight, and Tristan's muscled, tattooed form, his inked cock at half mast.

"Ooh, it's nice in here and it smells divine! Is this all for us?" Beatrice asked excitedly as they surveyed the space.

"Hi!" Vanessa responded. "They're here, Michael. Yes, it is for you. Well, for all of us. Just to make it a bit special."

Beatrice, who was used to fucking her house mates in mouldering rooms on crumbling furniture, was suitable impressed. "It smells like flowers!" She leaned over a candle and took a deep breath, before jumping on the bed with a giggle.

Tristan stood in the middle of the room, a bit awkwardly. "So, how will this work?"

Vanessa decided she needed to take charge, as she was the only one who could communicate with everyone else in the room.

"Well, I think we should just get into it, what about you?" she asked.

Vanessa walked over to Tristan and kissed him, placing her hands on either side of his face, her fingers sinking into the texture of his full beard, as her mouth and tongue explored his. He was a bit hesitant at first but then settled into it, his arms going around her. When she pulled away, she took his hand and led him to the bed. Michael was standing on the other side, watching her.

"Michael, you can remove your clothes and sit in your chair now," Vanessa instructed.

As he did as he was told, Vanessa started removing her own clothes, with some assistance from Tristan and Beatrice. When she was as naked as the ghosts, all three got on the bed, all on their knees, facing each other. Vanessa leaned over to kiss Beatrice, her hand reaching to cup one of the small blonde woman's large breasts. Her other hand reached over to grasp Tristan's now fully erect cock, gently squeezing it. Beatrice soon pulled away from Vanessa to start kissing Tristan, her pink tongue probing his.

Vanessa took the opportunity to bend over and take Tristan's dick in her mouth, her hand working the base while she moved her mouth up and down and around, licking and sucking and gently nibbling as she went. He groaned into Beatrice's mouth and slid two fingers into the small blonde's wet pussy, receiving an answering moan from her.

Vanessa heard a sound from the chair next to the bed and looked over at Michael, while still devouring Tristan's cock. Michael was looking at her with rapt attention, his hand moving up and down on his own cock. She turned her full attention back to the business at hand, satisfied that her husband was enjoying the show.

With a nudge from Tristan, she stopped giving him head and moved over to plunge her tongue into Beatrice's wet slit, who was now laying down on the bed, legs akimbo. Vanessa nudged Beatrice's little bean, flicking it with her tongue and tracing circles around it, while inserting her index and middle fingers into the ghost's cunt, moving them in and out and making the blonde woman moan delightfully. Keeping her tongue in action, Vanessa then reached both of her hands up to squeeze Beatrice's tits, palming the full breasts appreciatively before pinching the erect nipples in a way that made Beatrice gasp.

Vanessa was conveniently face down, ass up in order to pleasure Beatrice, so Tristan maneuvered himself behind her. She felt the tip of his cock against her pussy for a second before it thrust into her, making her groan into the vulva her face was buried in. Holding onto Vanessa's hips, Tristan started off slow and sensuously, moving his big dick in and out of her pussy at a languorous pace. Just when she was about to remove her mouth from Beatrice's clit to beg Tristan to fuck her hard, he picked up the pace and intensity as though reading her mind, the rhythmic wet slapping sound of his body against hers joining the noises all three were making.

They became like a writhing three headed beast on the bed, all lost in each other and the sensations of their bodies. At some point, they switched positions again, with Tristan lying on the bed and Beatrice riding his cock while Vanessa mounted his face. She loved the feel of his beard against her pussy, so she gyrated around on it while he lapped at her clit. She was so caught up in everything the three of them were doing that she had almost forgotten that Michael was in the room, until she heard the unmistakable sound of him cumming. She looked over from her perch on Tristan's face and sure enough, Michael was in the process of shooting a load all over the floor in front of his chair.

Knowing that he had gotten off on watching her with two people he couldn't even see, tipped her over the edge and she came instantly, squirting and absolutely drenching Tristan's face. It was a chain reaction from there; Tristan bucking underneath both women and shooting his ectoplasm into Beatrice, who then let out a tiny scream and collapsed onto Tristan's chest.

Vanessa dismounted from Tristan to lie beside the two of them, all three breathing deeply from their exertion. She moved her head to look at Michael, and could see that he was similarly lounging in the chair, looking as boneless as she was sure all of them felt.

"Well, that was fun," Vanessa said to the assembled, both Living and dead, sitting up on the bed. "Thank you so much, Tristan and Beatrice, you two continue to be delicious." She stroked each of their faces as they smiled lazily up at her. "I think this was the perfect occasion to have Michael watch me fuck other people." She turned to her husband. "Michael, I think it is likely obvious, but did you enjoy that? Are you ok?"

He sat up in the chair and addressed her and the bed, assuming the general direction of the ghosts. "Yes, holy fuck, yes. That was... better than I imagined. I knew I wouldn't be able to see everyone and expected that just seeing my wife give and receive pleasure would be hot, but actually seeing her in the throes and knowing that you two were there to do that for her... Yeah, it was super fucking hot. Thank you."