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Subject: {ASSM} RP "Ghosts in the Bedroom" {Shon Richards} (M/F, Ghost/Human)
Date: Thu, 31 May 2001 16:10:12 -0400
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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 lordshon@aol.com. Dedicated
with love and respect to Johnette Napolitano.

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 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.
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