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A Scary Affair
Even as I sit here in my small office, two days
later, my hands still shake slightly and my
nerves are shot. As I write this, I look down at
the ashtray on my desk and notice that I am
already on my fifth cigarette and fourth cup of
coffee of the day. It's not yet 9am. I haven't
slept for two days. I can still hardly believe
the amazing story that I am about to tell you.
It seems too fantastic, too unreal, but I assure
you, every word is the truth.
My name is Cooper, Ted Cooper, but everyone just
calls me TC. There's nothing special about me,
nothing amazing. I'm thirty years old, happily
married to Mary, and have been for eight years.
Mary is a little younger than me at twenty
seven. She has a cute, trim figure and a pretty
face framed by long dark hair. I work as a
middle manager for a large insurance company in
the city and we live in an old barn conversion
apartment out in the country. The journey to
work is a pain, but we both like the solitude
and quiet of our rural community, so I put up
with it. I mention that we live in an old
building because it directly relates to the
story that I am about to tell you. You see, we
have a ghost. A poltergeist, I believe it's
called. Now, please don't dismiss me out of hand
as a nut, two weeks ago I would not have
believed me either, but as I said, it's all
true.
My story begins about a fortnight ago. It was a
warm weekend, and Mary and I were working in the
garden, she weeded the flower beds while I
attempted to uproot a small tree that we had
been meaning to move for sometime. Because of
the pleasant weather, I wore only shorts and
sneakers as I toiled with the tree and Mary wore
only a tiny pair of jean cutoffs and a thin
halter top. From my position I could see the
upper curves of my wife's splendid 38C breasts,
as she bent over to attend her work. What with
the heat from the sun, and the lovely sight that
my eyes were glued to, by noon I was ready for a
break.
"I'm gonna grab a quick shower and get a beer."
I said as I passed her, playfully patting her
bottom as I went.
"OK, hon. Get a beer for me too?"
I nodded as I entered the house. Climbing the
stairs to our bedroom and adjoining bathroom, I
notice a chill in the air. I thought that maybe
we had got the A/C system a little too high and
checked the switch on the landing. Puzzled to
see that it was still set to the regular
temperature, I rubbed my hands briskly over my
shoulders. The thing must be broken I thought as
I turned it down a little. The air seemed to go
colder still as I approached our bedroom. This
was ridiculous, I thought, amazed to find that I
could almost see my breath in the air in front
of me. My hand reached out for the door handle
and grasped it firmly. Damn! It was freezing
cold! As I pushed the door I felt resistance. It
was jammed, wouldn't budge an inch. For several
seconds, I stood in the cold air and rattled the
latch back and fourth without success. About to
give up and ask Mary what the hell was wrong
with the A/C and the door, the temperature
suddenly increased dramatically. As my skin
began to heat nicely, the door suddenly opened.
As I entered, there was a strange musty smell to
the room. Not particularly unpleasant, but
rather like freshly dug soil. Oddly, the
curtains were closed. I was sure that I had
opened them earlier. What surprised me more
though, was what was neatly laid out on our bed.
Now, Mary and I enjoy a very healthy sex life
together. We have no secrets and few
inhibitions. I am fully aware of her fantasies
about other women, and she knows all about my
liking for lingerie (not that I wear it myself,
of course! I just love to see women, and Mary in
particular dressed in fine stockings and lacy
underwear etc!). I looked down at the bed.
Neatly displayed were a collection of Mary's
sexiest lingerie, set out in such a fashion as
to resemble an actual person wearing them but
without the body inside! A red silk bodice was
at the top of the bed, still buttoned and laced
and with the suspender straps hanging down.
Underneath the bodice were a pair of black lace
bikini panties and below them, a pair of sheer
black, seamed stockings. The stocking tops were
still attached to the suspenders from the
bodice, and the whole outfit was completed by a
pair of high heeled black shoes, placed at the
feet of the stockings. It was almost as if
someone had been wearing the clothes and then
just vanished from within them! Thinking that
Mary had been feeling as sexy as I had and was
maybe expecting a little fun later on, I decided
to return to the garden and surprise her.
As I made for the door, the cold wind suddenly
returned and blew it shut with a loud slam. I
felt the cold chill my flesh once again as I
pulled and rattled the door in it's frame, more
than a little concerned now and wanting to get
out of the room. I was starting to panic
slightly. What the hell was going on? and why
would this fucking door not open? My heart leapt
and almost missed a beat as I felt cool hands on
my shoulders. Whirling around quickly to see who
the hands belonged to, I was shocked to discover
that I was still the only one in the room.
Suddenly I felt a great strength take hold of my
body. It was futile to resist as I was half
carried and half dragged towards a chair by the
window. I was practically thrown into the chair,
the strong force holding me securely in place
and not letting me rise. Through a crack in the
curtains, I could see Mary still tending the
flower beds. Once, twice, I called to her, but
although my voice resounded clearly in my head,
no sound was emitted. Mary looked so far away,
as if outside of this room were a completely
different world. My attention was quickly
returned to my present situation when I felt a
weight on by knees. This was madness! The weight
felt exactly like a small person sitting astride
my knees facing me. I could almost feel breath
on my face but still saw nothing in front of me.
My senses told me that my shorts were now being
undone! It wasn't as if I could see them open
all by themselves, I couldn't. Looking down,
they were still closed with my belt still
buckled, but I could definitely hear a zipper
being lowered and I could definitely feel my
crotch being exposed to the cool air. My brain
seemed to refuse to accept the conflict of
senses that I was experiencing and it just
seemed easier to close my eyes.
Now without the benefit of sight, my mind seemed
to be able to grasp more of what was happening.
And what was happening was extremely pleasant! I
didn't want to open my eyes, the horror of my
sensory conflict would be too much. I just
wanted to bathe in the amazing sensations that I
was now experiencing as cool feminine fingers
began fluttering up and down my solid, exposed
penis. The fluttering touch continued blissfully
as, with mounting passion, I felt a warm wet
mouth envelope the head of my cock. I relaxed
slightly. I did not want to look out of the
window to see my wife, unaware that her usually
faithful husband was receiving an amazing blow
job, and I certainly did not want to look down
towards my own crotch! The pressure on my penis
was increasing. The mouth now seemed to be
sliding up and down my solid shaft and soft
fingers played happily with my heavy balls. I
wanted to move my arms to try and touch whatever
would be in front of me, but, frankly the
thought of what I might encounter, scared the
shit out of me! My mind conjured up pictures of
statuesque, attractive women in red silk bodices
and black stockings as I felt myself approach an
inevitable climax. Almost as if sensing my
readiness, the fingers squeezed just a little
tighter around by balls and the mouth sucked me
a little harder. I felt what seemed like a
tongue wrap itself around my glans and my hips
jerked forward involuntarily. With a deep,
satisfied sigh, my orgasm released itself. For
what seemed like ages, my cock spewed forth the
hot semen in almost machine gun fashion that
would have impressed the most virile stud.
Some moments later, as I sat exhausted in the
chair, the room seemed to become warmer. Once
again, I could hear the familiar sounds from the
garden and the road that I suddenly realised had
been absent before. I decided to risk opening my
eyes. Slowly, almost frightened of what I might
see, I let my eyelids lift. As I glanced around,
but the room seemed now quite normal. I knew
that I had cum, but on inspecting my still
fastened shorts, I noticed with some surprise,
that there was no cleaning up to do, no trace of
semen at all. For a moment I thought that I had
dreamed the whole thing, my imagination working
overtime. But my penis was still twitching with
post-orgasmic spasms, and the lingerie was still
neatly arranged on the bed.
After a few moments thought, I had decided to
tell Mary what had happened. She would probably
think I was completely crazy, but I had to try
to make her believe me.
The argument had continued right through the
weekend. Mary was angry that I should make up
such a story, obviously in order to frighten
her. No matter what I said or how convincing I
tried to make my words, she would not even begin
to think about the idea. Quite frankly, the
whole thing sounded so surreal, I was beginning
to doubt myself. That is until two nights ago.
Up until the day before yesterday, nothing else
out of the ordinary had occurred and although it
was still difficult to forget the incident, I
guess that I had put it to the back of my mind.
It was the early hours of Saturday morning. Mary
and I had enjoyed an extremely pleasant evening
out at our favourite restaurant with a couple of
friends. We had all talked until late in the
evening and it was well after midnight when my
wife and I finally crawled into bed. Again, it
was very warm, the air still and muggy, so we
decided to sleep naked on top of the covers. I
was in that stage of half sleep half wake, my
mind drifting lazily, when I felt the first
breath of chill air. Immediately I became alert
as I recalled instantly the events of nearly two
weeks ago. I closed my eyes and lay back on the
bed in anticipation. Could I go through with
another unseen sexual encounter with my wife
right beside me? I thought. The question
remained unanswered in my mind as I waited and
waited and waited. I expecting to have to make
the decision soon, but nothing was happening
happening. Slowly, and carefully I opened my
eyes. Had I been mistaken? The room was still
cool though, so I guessed that something would
happen soon. A small moan brought my head
whipping around to look at Mary. Again my heart
skipped a beat. Not because of what was
happening to me, but because of what was
happening to my wife!
I looked down at the figure beside me. For all
the world, Mary appeared to be asleep and
dreaming. I looked at her breasts, flattened
against her ribcage as she lay on her back. Her
fingers were idly flicking over her sensitive
nipples causing them to swell and harden before
my excited eyes. I looked further down her
smooth tanned body, towards her clean shaven
mound. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. She
had spread her legs outwards and brought her
knees up towards her slightly giving me a clear
view of the highly aroused state that she was
obviously in. Her hips were moving up and down.
This was a familiar position to me. I knew that
it was the one she usually adopted when I was
eating her pussy! Now that I was fully awake, I
knelt beside her and began gently stroking her
hair. Almost instantly her eyes flew open as she
stared me straight in the eyes. She tried to
speak but I knew the confusion that must me
contorting her mind. She quite obviously could
not comprehend how I could be kissing her pussy
so tenderly as well as stroking her hair at the
same time.
Mary's head span around as she tried to look
down. Quickly I held her face in my hands and,
directing her lips towards mine, kissed her long
and hard. I did not want her to see the empty
space that was between her wide spread legs.
"Shhhhh...its ok darling. Just let it happen
baby." I whispered softly as I broke our
embrace. "Close your eyes and just try to relax.
Enjoy the sensations."
Mary's eyes closed as she surrendered herself to
the experience. For my part, I was being turned
on like crazy and realized that I had been idly
playing with my penis which had now grown into
an impressive erection. Continuing to stroke my
cock with one hand and my wife's hair with the
other, I watched her body react to the unseen
assailant. I now knew that she was receiving an
excellent tongue bath as I heard her moan at me
to lick her clit harder and suck it into my
mouth, still, obviously unable to convince
herself that it was not my tongue or lips that
were giving her so much pleasure. For several
more minutes, Mary writhed and twisted her body.
Her hips lifted from the bed and her legs spread
wider than I would have thought possible. The
whole sight was incredibly erotic, if not a
little scary! I could see her smooth vaginal
lips part every now and then as if unseen
fingers were holding them open while the tongue
continued its merciless caress. I gasped aloud,
as did she, when I saw her tiny stiff clitoris
pop out from under its protective hood. It
seemed to quiver and twitch slightly. This sight
was too much for me, and almost without warning,
my cock erupted in my hand coating my chest and
abdomen with its sticky fluid.
Mary was not far behind me. With her eyes
thankfully still closed, she uttered a small,
high pitched scream and lifted her hips high off
the bed. Her nipples were red and swollen,
almost glowing as she continued to pinch them,
her orgasm crashing through her body. I looked
back to her vagina. The lips were opening and
closing in a rapid beat as her muscles
contracted and relaxed. As before though, none
of her vaginal fluid was visible. It was as if
the orgasm was all in her mind.
So, now maybe, you will understand why I'm
sitting here in my office a nervous wreck. We
talked, and have decided that we need help. At
this moment Mary is organising a couple of
scientific research students from the local
University to come by and take a look. I'm not
sure how much use they will be or what they
expect to find, but we have to do something!
I've hardly been back home in the last couple of
days, preferring to keep busy in the office. It
wouldn't matter anyway, Mary is so tranked up at
the moment, she probably wouldn't even notice I
was there. If the students don't find anything,
Mary is convinced that we should seek help from
a priest or something. Well, I don't know about
that sort of thing. All I know is that something
tells me our poltergeist will only leave us when
she wants to! And the way she gives head, I'm
not all that sure I want her to leave!
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