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A Rather Pleasant Mystery


It's great feeling to be living in your first house as a married couple.
Even though we were only renting, Lori and I were proud of our tiny yard, our
kitchen with the leaky faucet and the floor board in the study that creaked.
We had been married for three years, living in noisy apartments the entire
time. Renting this isolated house in the country for such a cheap rate was a
dream come true. But I'm not so certain if we would have still rented it if
we knew it was haunted.

We had been settled in for just under a week when the first occurrence began.
I was stepping out of my morning shower, a bit proud that my hot water lasted
longer than any puny apartment water heater. The walls sparkled brightly from
the exhaustive cleaning we had done yesterday. The steam made it impossible
for me to wear my glasses, so it took me a few minutes to find my towel in the
unfamiliar bathroom. When I did find my towel, I was stretching out of the
tub, bent over slightly. Imagine my surprise to feel a hand moving down my
back.

Instead of jumping, I froze. It would be nice to say I was standing still
out of curiosity but it was out of stark terror. I felt the distinct touch of
fingertips gliding over the wet muscles of my back. When the fingertips
reached the top of my buttocks, I felt the firmness of a palm. The palm moved
down and gave me a delicate squeeze on the curve of my ass. That was when I
jumped out of the shower and yelled for my Lori.

"What's wrong Eddie?" she asked. "You can't find the washcloths again?"

"No, " I answered her a bit sharply. "I thought I felt something on my
back."

Her eyes immediately widened in fear. "It wasn't a bug, was it?"

At that point I felt a little weird telling my wife I was groped in the
shower. Knowing Lori, she would suspect that I was trying to get some sex
before work. I latched on to her bug fear in order to get myself out of my
situation.

"No, I immediately wiped my back when I felt it," I lied. "You know, I bet
it was just water and I over reacted."

That got me a kiss and a sigh from my wife. She shook her head and muttered
something about jumpy husbands as she left. After she was gone, I continued
to dry myself off. I was almost calm again and ready to go to breakfast when
I noticed a shape in the mirror. Looking closer, I noticed that the steam
covered glass had a small shape where someone or something had touched it. I
ran out of the bathroom, quickly got dressed and left for work, skipping
breakfast. No matter how hard I tried to immerse myself in work, I couldn't
forget the shape on the mirror.

It was the outline of lips, shaped like a woman had kissed the glass.

I returned home reluctantly, years of reading pulp ghost stories making it
hard to step back in the house. Lori greeted me at the door and I think she
was a bit curious as to why I held her hand when I walked in. I stayed by her
constantly for the rest of the night. Even during her terrible network
television shows, I was sitting right there on the couch beside her. Lori
never asked why I stayed so close to her, nor did she seem to mind my constant
touching. Normally she doesn't like being that smothered, but for some reason
she didn't mind that night.

We went to bed early, Lori breaking tradition by not even reading for an hour
before sleeping. I cuddled up with her petite body and buried my face in her
soft red hair. Having a wife means you always have a security blanket in the
dark of the night. Sleep came mercifully as my worn out nerves relaxed.

My dreams were filled with leering monsters and odd shapes in mirrors. There
was also an element of the erotic in my dreams, images of feminine hands and
wispy long hair. I don't remember any plots my dreams may have had, but I
awoke with a distinct feeling of dread and lust.

The dread quickly faded as I realized my wife was sucking on my cock. My
underwear had been removed, which is a neat trick to do to a man while he
sleeps. My eyes were still closed but I was fully awake. I didn't question
why Lori was giving me a midnight blowjob, but since she would do so every
once in a while, I wasn't alarmed. Thoughts of phantom molesters were
banished by the soft suckling of my manhood.

The covers were still on me so I thought Lori must have burrowed underneath
the blanket. I decided to not let her know I was awake, it was a game we
played, and one I loved. Her fist was wrapped around my cock, stroking me
while her lips covered my tip. The wonderful texture of her hair rubbed my
thighs as she moved her head up and down on my cock. I peeked briefly and saw
Lori's outline under the blankets as she sucked my hardness. It was fun for
me to match the shape under the blanket with the pleasures I was enjoying. I
could see her arm move as she pumped my cock. Her head was right above my
crotch, waiting for me to ejaculate myself into her. In the moonlight I could
make out the shape of her buttocks as she sat on her knees, giving me oral
joy.

For a long time, I laid back quietly while Lori's fingers stroked my cock up
and down. I could feel the tip of my cock pooping in and out of her lips.
The repeated penetration was an incredible turn on. Sounds of my cock
entering her wet mouth under the blanket were loud enough for even me to hear.
Every once in a while, Lori would lick her fingers, and then the stroking
would have a delicious slippery to them. Half awake as I was, I decided to
buy my wife a new piece of jewelry in the morning. Anything to make sure this
becomes a repeat performance.

Lori surprised me with her next move, her hand moved away and her lips sunk
past my tip and down the entire seven inches of my cock. Never has Lori been
able to get more than an inch or two of me into her mouth, and the sensation
was incredible. The length of her tongue was licking me, while her lips were
sucking at the base of my cock. I reached over the covers and gripped her
head underneath the blanket. As I felt her head under my hands rise up and
down, I arched my back and shot a large stream into her warm mouth.

Afterglow was a wonderful moment of bliss. I felt Lori move out from under
the covers, and I waited for her to get beside me. I waited for a minute,
maybe more, it's hard to tell when your orgasm clouds your mind. Eventually,
I got curious as to where she was and sat up. The bedroom was empty, and the
door had never opened.

I didn't panic right away, I felt too good to panic. The idea that it was
all a wet dream was considered. After checking my shrinking penis and the
sheets, I couldn't find any semen. I thought maybe I didn't orgasm, but the
sensitivity of my cock put an end to that line of reasoning. I searched the
room, even checking the closet, but couldn't find Lori, not even under the
bed. My underwear was on the nightstand, folded up even. that was when I
started yelling for Lori and got back in bed, pulling up the covers.

Yelling in the middle of the night for my wife made me feel a bit silly, but
yell for ten minutes I did. It's amazing how denial works it's magic as time
goes by. I had almost made myself believe it was a strange dream when I heard
the study door open and close. A short run of steps brought Lori to the
bedroom. She was wearing her green nightgown I bought her for Christmas as
well as carrying her book.

"I'm right here," she said breathlessly, "I couldn't sleep and I didn't want
to disturb you. So I went to read in the study."

"That's all right," I answered, although curious as to why she was so
defensive. "I just umm, had a bad dream and I wasn't sure where you were. I
feel a bit dumb now, but you know how it is when you first wake up."

"That's okay," my lovely wife said, climbing into bed with me. "I'm done
reading now, so let's just back to sleep."

We hugged then, a bit tighter than usual. I made a mental note to myself to
relax tomorrow, and see if a quiet Saturday couldn't calm my nerves. I also
hoped I would remember to check the heating in the morning. My wife's nipples
were as hard as pebbles when we embraced. The poor girl must have been
freezing in that study.

Saturday morning finally came, and I awoke with a new attitude. I skipped my
morning shower, which was a good thing because Lori nearly killed an hour in
there. I swear sometimes I don't know what she does in there.

The lawn was all I cared about that morning. It had been years since I had
cut the grass, and I was eager to try out my lawnmower. Not because I like
yard work or anything, but just because it was my yard. Georgia gets pretty
hot in the morning and today was no exception. The heat cascaded from the
clouds and slowly roasted me that morning. The strangeness of the previous
night was sweat out of me drop by drop. Hard to dwell on mysterious blowjobs
when your glasses are fogging from pure heat.

A glass of lemonade was waiting for me on the porch table. I drank it much
too quickly, for it was too good to sip. After I finished the first glass, I
returned to work, this time clipping the few hedges we had. Another glass was
waiting when I finished that chore. A third glass was on the porch when I set
up the bird feeder. It might seem like a cliche to drink lemonade on a hot
southern day, but I now I appreciated it immensely. I went inside to thank my
thoughtful wife.

"Thank you Lori for the lemonade," I said as I kicked off my shoes.

"Very funny," my wife said dryly. "If you wanted some, you could have just
asked and I would have made some."

At that point I dropped the subject. I had spent a great morning on my yard
and I didn't want weirdness to spoil it. I reminded myself that I suffered a
heat stroke when I was seventeen and in that instance I imagined the Judds
were washing my car. Obviously I had experienced another heat induced
hallucination and shouldn't dwell on it. What I needed was a cool shower.

So I took a very fast shower, with my back to the wall the entire time.
Nothing happened during or after the shower so it looked like my theory of
heat hallucinations might be valid. Even still, I avoided looking at the
mirror.

The rest of the morning with Lori. I tried to see if she wanted to go to
town, or maybe even a long drive, but she wasn't interested. After a while
she started suggesting that I go for a ride by myself. One thing marriage
gives you is the ability to take a hint. Lori's patience was dwindling so I
decided to go to the study and do some reading. Lori was even kind enough to
make me a few sandwiches and a drink so I would be comfortable there for a few
hours. It felt a lot like being banished to my room, but I didn't mind. It
was better than us fighting.

Our study was our pride and joy. When two avid readers combine their book
collections, it looks and feels like a library. The shelves were made of a
sturdy oak, and had a warm cozy brown look to them. We had bought them from a
closing used book store and filled every one of them. On top of the
bookshelves were our collected figurines. The dragons, unicorns, bears and
witches were Lori's, while the fairies, rabbits and mermaids were mine. My
wife's fantasy art hung on the little wall space we had left, giving the room
some much needed color. Two worn yet comfortable recliners sat in the center
of the room, and I choose the faded green one to spend my afternoon with.

I decided to pass on the collection of Hugh B. Cave stories that I was
reading. I felt like I was living a ghost story, why read about one? Much
for the same reasons I decided to pass on Lovecraft, Bloch and Machen. In
fact, almost all of my books were some sort of fantasy or horror, which did
nothing to relax me. So I grabbed a random book from my wife's books and
settled down to read about some girl and her psychic horse. My wife was
playing some very loud music in the living room, but since I had the door shut
It didn't bother me. I leaned back in my recliner and started on the book.
Surprisingly, it wasn't that bad.

About halfway through the book, and after I finished my two sandwiches, the
most bizarre thing occurred. A pressure was placed against my lips, soft and
yielding My mouth opened in surprise and the unmistakable touch of a nipple
came into my mouth. When my lips closed around it, there was the soft give of
flesh. It was strange to roll an unseen nipple between my teeth, but the
oddity of the situation had me snared. I sat there for a moment, tasting the
distinctly salty tit, feeling the rest of the breast pressing against my face
and trying to reach with my hands for any other part of my ghost's body. My
hands couldn't find anything, except for the contour of the breast in my
mouth. It was too weird for me to panic, I was mostly in a state of shock.

Right as the immaterial tit was hardening in my mouth, it was gone. I sat
there, alone, in my recliner, my wife's music still blasting from the living
room. My erection was an embarrassing reminder of my ghostly encounter, and I
was relieved that the door was closed. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair a
bit, and then decided that this whole situation was ridiculous. There I was,
hoping my wife wouldn't catch me with a woman I couldn't even proved existed.
It was past time to do a little investigating.

I startled my wife when I came out of the study. Lori jumped off the couch
and asked me briskly what I was doing. Apparently my jumpy nerves were
rubbing off on her. I told her I was restless and wanted to do some driving.
Lori happily sent me off, giving me a quick kiss before stuffing the keys in
my hand. I drove off to town, intent on learning what I could about the
former owners of the house.

My inquires at the rental office came to nothing. The skittish man working
there wouldn't even give me the name of the people we were renting from. A
trip to the library was next, I was hoping to dig through old newspapers like
my favorite fictional heroes tended to do during a big case. I found out very
quickly that such searching was tedious, dull and quite slow. The librarian
tried to be helpful till I told her what I was looking for. When she heard
that I needed to know if anyone died in the house I was renting, she avoided
me for the rest of the day. I left when the security guard began watching me
from across the room.

Success came at City Hall, my last hope for information. I explained to Mrs.
Abrams, the little white haired lady that worked there, that I needed to know
about the past occupants who lived on my property. Keeping in mind that the
librarian freaked at my request, I decided to sugar coat my story for Mrs.
Abrams. I told her that I was curious about the people who lived at my house
before me because I had found quite a few items in the attic. My story
included vague descriptions of semi valuable antiques that might belong to
someone or their relatives. Appealing to the elderly southern woman's sense of
respect was the right thing to do. Within minutes I had a stack of papers to
sort, as well as the woman's own memories and personal opinions. This was how
I discovered my mystery lover's possible name.

The papers listed a Leonard Stroud as the former resident, and placed his
death at about six years ago. Mrs. Abrams was nosy enough to relate that
Leonard lived there for thirty years, and that he was something of a lady's
man. Just as I was beginning to fear a homosexual spirit, Mrs. Abrams
explained that Leonard's sister also lived with him. Town gossip had figured
the sister as something of a slut, since she dated often but never married.
Leonard wasn't the marrying kind either, happy enough to live with his sister.
I asked my research partner if she knew the name of the sister, which being a
small town, Mrs. Abrams easily remembered the name of the town bimbo. Her
name was Tammy.

Tragically, Tammy died of some sort of nasty kidney failure, Mrs. Abrams was
pretty graphic about those details. Leonard, being a good southern gentleman
died within a year of depression. The house had been pretty much abandoned,
not many people wanted to live in the house of two recent deaths. That is
until two married youngsters decided to snatch their dream house in the
country. Mrs. Abrams assured me that anything I found would most likely
belong to the deceased, and she would appreciate if I offered her first buy to
any antiques.

Finished with my research, I drove back home. It occurred to me that even if
I knew the name of my ghost, it still didn't bring me any closer to banishing
her. My main concern was how Lori would react if she found out about all
this. I loved Lori with all my heart, and had never cheated on her in the
seven years that we've known each other. It would be the end of my happiness
if she ever left me. I wasn't about to loose the love of my life because the
horny ghost of the town flirt was hot for me.

Lori wasn't awake when I got home, she was in bed taking a late nap. I woke
her up, partially because it was nearly seven o'clock and mostly because I
didn't want to be left alone in the house. Lori was in a very happy mood, and
responded to being waken up with some heavy petting. It was a pleasant
surprise, having Lori's mouth and body rubbed against me for a half hour.
Normally she's a very cranky person when she wakes up. I took advantage of her
offered freckled breasts, and divorced myself from my problems for a while.
We didn't have sex, but it was great nonetheless. Sometimes an erection can
carry me through the rest of your day.

We had a quiet dinner, followed by Lori's list of dull television shows. I
was the perfect husband that night, clearing the dishes, getting Lori drinks
whenever she needed and even giving her little feet a guilt free massage. I
was compensating for the guilt I had over Tammy's midnight blowjob by spoiling
my wife. It didn't help that Lori was so thoughtful that night too. She made
me my favorite dinner, cleaned up the mess of books beside her place on the
couch that always bugs me and went out of her way to call me handsome and sexy
all night long. Lori was a perfect wife that night, something that made me
try all the harder to be perfect for her.

I did a great job of being attentive till Lori watched some animal health
program. I always get bored with her animal shows, so I tried reading my book
while still sitting on the couch. Lori understood my dislike of watching
animal surgery so she didn't complain about me immersing myself in a book. I
hadn't read more than two pages before I felt Tammy sit on my lap.

The soft contours of a shapely ass settled into my lap, and I tensed up,
hoping Lori wouldn't see the impressions in my pants. I tried to remain
casual, but the ass began rubbing back and forth on my crotch. Mt cock grew
hard within seconds, pushing as best it could against my jeans. Luckily, the
pressure of the grinding ass kept my cock from lifting suspiciously upward.
First my lap was subjected to a delicious back and forth motion, one that
simulated too closely the motions of love making. Then I had trouble
breathing steady as the large buttocks moved side to side, letting my cock
slip in and out of the valley of her ass. I kept looking at Lori, praying she
wouldn't notice my flushing cheeks. Not to mention the cheeks of the spectral
variety.

The frequent and passionate grinding rubbed my cock almost to the point of
release. I always required a firm grip to climax, and this torturous grinding
was just shy of giving me the friction I needed. My pelvis kept wanting to
rise and meet the sexy ass writhing on it, but my willpower was luckily
stronger. Right as Lori's television show was going to commercial, the
invisible lap dance stopped. I let out a breath of relief, and hoped that
there would be no more temptations. It was a good thing Lori was such an
animal nut, she didn't even notice that I hadn't turned a page of my book in
the last ten minutes.

Five more television shows about animals, decorating and antiques came on
next, and I didn't leave Lori for a minute. If Lori was curious as to why I
was spending so much time with her lately, then she didn't express it. I
didn't receive another spectral visit, so I managed to relax a bit. Thinking
my ordeal was maybe over, I went to bed with Lori ready to get some much
needed sleep. As a precaution, I wore my sweatpants to bed, there was no
since taking any chances.

I fell asleep immediately, despite Lori staying up to read her book. Usually
the light made it hard for me to sleep, but knowing Lori was there made me
feel more comfortable, and I was able to relax. Lap dances aside, I didn't
think the ghost would do anything while my wife was there. It was also a good
guarantee I wouldn't do anything either!

My rest was uneasy, I kept dreaming that Lori was watching me get seduced by
my incorporeal partner. I awoke at the end of the long nightmare to find the
room pitch black, but Lori nowhere to be found. In the darkness I could
barely read the LED on the alarm clock. It was three in the morning. I felt
around on her side of the bed and couldn't find her book. I figured she was
reading in the study again. As I settled back into bed, I noticed the side of
the bed was depressed, as if someone were lying there. Tammy was here.

My cock was already betraying me, growing as I sensed her beside me. After
all the intimacy that Tammy and I had shared, I knew I needed to put a stop to
this right now. Especially with my wife across the hall, I didn't need her
walking in! My only hesitation was that I wasn't sure how you go about
breaking off a relationship with someone you had never seen. More
importantly, would she accept my refusal?

"Tammy?" I whispered. "Tammy, is that your name?"

A flicker on the bed beside me was my answer. It might have been a cloud
passing over the moon, I wasn't sure. What was definite was that the blanket
pulled down on it's own, and my sweatpants were now revealed.

"Tammy, I'm pretty sure it's you Tammy," I kept whispering. "Your reputation
proceeds you, and I have to admit I'm pretty much flattered."

The drawstrings on my sweatpants levitated upward, and slowly began to untie.
Even I was whispering, I was able to throw some urgency into my voice.

"Tammy, you've got to talk to me," I said. "You just can't keep seducing me
every moment I'm in this house! Please talk to me Tammy!"

A shape began to form in the moonlight. It was vague, but I thought I saw a
woman crouching over my legs. I could even see a little bit of yellow around
her head. Encouraged, I kept whispering.

"Come on Tammy," I whispered, trying to coax her into visibility. "You've
already sucked me down once, why can't I get a good look at the lips that
brought me off last night? What about your wonderful ass? You got me so hard
earlier, I'm curious to see the shape of the ass I know now so well."

As my sweatpants were being pulled down, I saw even more clearly the shape of
the woman stripping me. She had blonde and curly hair piled up on her head by
unknown means. Her body was long and full of the right curves, but she
couldn't have been more than five and a half feet tall. I could see right
through her, which was a bit disturbing, although she appeared to be nude. I
reached out to touch her, and my fingers had only the barest of hints that
there was anything there. I definitely could feel her lips as she kissed my
hand though.

"You're very pretty Tammy," I whispered honestly, "but you are still so very
hard to see. I would be more comfortable if I could at least see the color of
your eyes. Even better, can you talk at all?"

With my sweatpants off, and my cock peeking out from my briefs, Tammy stopped
her undressing of me. She then crawled up the length of my body, shaking her
head no to my question. Her mouth opened and closed, no noise coming forth.
I could feel her body faintly on mine, but I was much more interested in the
swinging mounds of her chest. I had never seen such well endowed breasts, at
least not up close. In a time when plastic surgery was for movie stars, Tammy
must have bordered on divine in her time. It was easy to see how she might of
gotten the reputation of town slut undeservedly, But then, considering how
close she got to my face and just stared at me with transparent blue eyes, she
might of earned every word of her place in town gossip.

"Tammy, you know I can't be doing this," I tried to reason with her. I don't
think I was too convincing since I was staring at her chest. "I'm a happily
married man, and my wife would kill me if she found out. We've been lucky so
far, but I don't want to ever hurt her."

Tammy gave me a warm, yet almost mocking smile. More details of her flushed
out, and I was becoming more aroused by the beauty in bed with me. Her face
had enough definition now to notice the high cheekbones that made her
beautiful. I was starting to notice the age of her body as well, but I
couldn't care less. Even the stretch marks on her breasts possessed a certain
appeal, and her hips and thighs were still too inviting despite the few extra
pounds they carried. My cock was so ready for her, and I was running out of
ways to dissuade Tammy. I was also running out of ways to dissuade myself.

"Please Tammy," I whispered softer now that she was face to face with me.
"don't make this any harder than it is. I can't fuck you no matter how much I
want too. It would hurt Lori way too much."

She sighed, a strange thing to watch without any noise. Her clearly blue
eyes watched me daringly as she reached down to stroke my cock. Her phantom
fingers gave me shivers, but I knew it had to stop. As I placed my arms under
me and began to rise, Tammy pointed at her ear and then at me. Curious, I
tried to listen, to see if maybe she could talk to me. she used the
opportunity to place my cock at her pussy, and shifted me easily inside her.
I didn't know how the moisture could appear out of air, but it made me gasp
anyway.

I thought she had distracted me so she could encompass me, and I was more
determined to rise. For whatever reason, it was then that I heard it. Coming
from the study were the noises Tammy wanted me to hear. It was the familiar
sounds of my wife, when she is making love. I laid there, listening as my
wife was brought to orgasm, and quite well from the sounds of it.

It all made sense to me. The realization that Tammy's brother was a lady's
man. The fact that Lori was so secretive, and content. I started thinking
about all the times she sneaked away from me, and all the times she has been
extra nice to me. I didn't know whether to scream, swear or laugh. Instead I
simply thrusted.

A ghostly moan came from Tammy's lips, and I wondered if that was the only
sound she could make. My hands instinctively went to Tammy's ass, and almost
passed through. There was a slight resistance, and with a little practice, I
was able to grip her ass with appreciation. I felt a little betrayed by Lori,
but also a bit relieved. I was too horny to be making any important
decisions, I decided to think about it later. At the moment, all I cared
about was if the way Tammy gripped my cock in her sex was something she knew
in life, or a ghostly power.

Tammy rode on top of me, and the motion of her hips was like a passionate
ocean. My hands alternated between her lovely ass and her bewitching breasts.
Sometimes, if I just held one of her breasts long enough, I could feel it's
immense weight. Tammy continued to moan as I thrusted upwards into her, her
face contorting with long held pleasures finally being released. Occasionally
I could feel her hands pushing from my shoulders, driving herself deeper onto
me.

I was happy enough to have lied there forever with my ghost lover bouncing on
my cock. Tammy however had a few years of abstinence to catch up on. She
rose up from me, and with her less than real body, she slipped right out of my
protesting grasp. Tammy moved along side me and presented her delightful ass
to me while she was on all fours facing away from me. It was clear that Tammy
wanted a little sex from behind. Considering all the teasing she had given
me, I was obligated to fulfill her wishes.

Rising to my knees, I held her ass in front of me. Holding my cock in one
hand, I carefully placed myself into her waiting sex. I missed a couple of
times, her ghostly body eluding my swollen member. After a few tries, I was
able to sink myself into Tammy's wet body. Another ghostly moan filled the
room as I pumped myself into her ethereal delta. The touch of her ass
pressing against my crotch was very slight, yet very warm. I ran my hands
carefully over her ass and hips, getting as good a grip as possible. My hips
collided gently with Tammy's, making for a slow but sensuous pace.

It was odd seeing through her transparent body. There was enough of her body
to see her feminine charms, but it was odd to be admiring them through her
back. I think I became more aroused when I watched my cock, pointing straight
out from my body, moving in and out of her. Tammy's wailing became louder,
and steadier, something that always does wonders for my ego. Her pelvis
rotated as she sought to feel all of me, and I think that's when she had her
orgasm.

It had to be her orgasm, nothing else could explain it. Light appeared
around her pussy, enveloping my hot erection. Then the light shimmered, the
way a prism does when you spin it. The light grew brighter and brighter till
I realized that it was growing with each one of my thrust. I rocked my pelvis
harder into Tammy, and faster, and the light kept pace with every sexual bump
and grind. Till finally the light exploded, streaking across the room like a
thousand shooting stars. The entire time the light grew, it was silent except
for the moans of my lively spirit.

That wasn't the end for Tammy though. Now her body was more solid than ever,
I could even make out a birthmark on her back. Tammy eagerly flipped herself
onto her back and opened her legs for me. Ready to explode, I dived on top of
her, sinking back into her heavenly hearth. She wrapped her legs and arms
around me, pulling me as best she could on top of her. I noticed a fragrance
in the room now, and it was the scent of Jasmine. Her wonderful breast were
smashed against me, and I felt like I was making love to someone on a cloud.
Our hips matched each other perfectly, and I released my own light show into
Tammy. Her tightness was only matched by the volume of her moans.

I thought I was exhausted. I had every right to be, with all the stress I
had been through and the release of pressure in the past hour. I still had
doubts about my wife, but had to admit to myself that these were odd
circumstances. Tammy however was just getting her rhythm. She wasted no time
in suckling my shrinking cock, licking it back to life. As my cock regained
it's will to fuck, I wondered how long Lori had known about our visitors. As
Tammy added inch after inch to my erection with loving strokes, I decided I
didn't care. What Lori and I had was unique, and what Tammy and Leonard had
to offer was unique. When Tammy was doing something wicked to the ridge of my
cock with her tongue, I interrupted her by tapping her on the shoulder.

"Tammy," I said, whispering still. "Let's invite your brother and my wife
for a foursome."

And we did.

End of Story