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This is a story involving sex between a man and a woman, although in a
supernatural way. This story is copyrighted by me. Feel free to archive
it, but please don't make any money from it. Comments are welcome by
e-mail at Dedicated with love and respect to Johnette

A Rather Pleasant Mystery By Shon Richards

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

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

"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

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

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

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

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

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

"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.


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