Feature Writer: RoscoeRanger
Feature Title: RESTLESS SPIRIT 2
Published: 19.06.2023
Story Codes: Erotic Fiction
Synopsis: The husband is hers, so Lydia turns her efforts to the wife
Restless Spirit 2
After so many years of stagnation, the sudden change was almost too much for Lydia. What had only a few days ago been a dry spell of decades had given way to an absolute flood of lust and longing. It had been almost too easy to bring the husband under her spell, to have him desperately enthralled by her body. Just one show and she’d slipped into his mind enough to gain some form of corporeal essence; less than 24 hours and she’d had him moaning her name, had him forsaking his wife and paying tribute to her with his very essence.
The wife, though… well, that would be trickier. She was no doubt just as depraved, just as mutable, but her defenses were up. But again, Lydia could see it in there, it was just a matter of pulling it out of her. She’d watched them several times already, seen how the wife’s mind wondered to deeper perversions as her husband took more liberties with her body, all at Lydia’s insistence, of course. Slowly, but surely, she’d started to work the crack wider, finding her in to bring the wife under her power.
Now, it was time to blow the door all the way open.
Isabella could feel the hands all over her body.
Face, throat, tits, ass, hips, thighs: it was all fair game for the caresses, all at once, all so overwhelming. It was so much, she couldn’t even seem to open her eyes, only her mouth to let out a moan at the stimulation of it all. It felt so warm and inviting, so right, that she just leaned in and let the hands guide her, touch her, do what they wanted.
As she felt her top tugged over her head, she was happy to feel it go, to let the breeze roll across her breasts and harden her nipples. She was just as happy to lose her panties, obediently stepping out of them as they were pulled down her legs. And as two of the hands landed on her shoulders and pushed down, she was happier still to obey their direction and drop to her knees.
“Open up.”
It was a simple command, and one she was quick to listen to. Isabella opened her mouth, tongue instinctively sticking out, as if she knew exactly what was coming. Sure enough, as she found her eyes finally able to open, she saw a rigid cock mere inches from her face. The rest of the man in front of her was a haze, as was the room she was in, but she wasn’t at all bothered by it. No her focus was only on the dick, the knowledge of what she needed to do for it clear in her mind as a hand took a grip of her long black hair and urged her forward. Another fact was also clear, that the man in front of her, guiding her towards his dick, was absolutely not her husband Alex.
That fact did nothing to deter her from following the hand’s urging and allowing him to bury his dick into her throat..
None of the men were Alex, she could feel it. The hands squeezing her thick ass were unfamiliar to her, as were the ones reaching around to tweak her nipples. And the two cocks she reached for at her peripheral, just as hard and aching as the one beginning to thrust into her mouth, were unfamiliar to her as well. By Izzy’s count, there were at least five strange men around her, all hard and needy and desperate to use her body, and not a one of them were her husband.
As her nose touched the pubes of the man currently inside her mouth, though, she found it hard to care; Alex had fucked her face, and she had a taste for it now, whoever wanted to give it to her. Alex had given her a taste for a great many things the past few nights, and the gentlemen around her seemed intent on indulging all of them. There were the hands sliding deeper between her cheeks, spreading her open, the fingers tweaking her nipples harder than she thought she’d ever be able to handle, the hands roughly grabbing her wrists and guiding her own fingers to wrap around the two cocks at her sides. Yes, it was too hard to care about Alex when everyone around her was too hard to be ignored. Not when she could help them and herself at the same time.
Besides, the hand in her hair would keep her going even if she did care. It urged her on, fucking her throat in rhythm with her own efforts. It was perfectly in time, as were all the points of stimulation hitting her, from the fingers now teasing her clit to the pace she kept on the cocks now much closer to her face. It seemed impossible how in sync it all was, the thrusting, teasing, tweaking, tugging. All building together as her body used and was used in turn.
“Such an eager girl,” came a voice, a bit startling, but not enough to tear Isabella from her indulgence. Really, it was barely a whisper in her ear, threatening to be drowned out by the wet, gagging sound now emanating from her used throat. But hear it she did, catching a glimpse of a figure in the corner of her eye. This one had more definition than any of the men, though she still seemed ghostly, ethereal, not entirely there. A lithe figure, definitely a woman. The voice spoke again. “What would Alex think if he could see you now?”
Izzy let out a deep moan around the dick in her mouth as she suddenly found the fingers teasing her clit replaced by another cock, one that thrust deep inside of her as the woman asked her question. Fuck, how did that happen? Suddenly, she wasn’t just on her knees, she was on a lap, riding an erection by bouncing her ass up and down, all as she continued to jerk and suck obediently at the cocks around her face.
“I think he’d like what he saw,” the voice continued, so oddly close and distant at the same time. “I think he buried himself in your pretty little throat because he’s aching to see you used like the slut you really are. He wanted to make you choke.”
As the voice said ‘choke’ the dick she was sucking took it as a command. The hand on her head took a firmer grip as he shoved forward with one forceful thrust, lodging himself in her throat and holding himself there. Just like with Alex, Isabella found herself unable to breath, gagging around the cock that seemed to fill every inch of her. At the same time, the cocks she’d been jerking pushed roughly forward, rubbing against her cheeks, and the dick in her pussy began to thrust up harder, in turn pushing her firmer against the crotch of the man in her mouth. It was a full-court press, all the unknown men using her body with greater vigor and force, applying a pressure and intensity she didn’t quite know how to handle. Unable to breathe, Izzy could feel herself getting light-heated, but fuck, it all felt so good, so scintillating, so overwhelming.
And all that was before she felt one more cock press forcefully into her asshole.
And with that pressure, the dick in her mouth finally pulled out, allowing her to let out a ragged, gasping moan of pleasure as she was double-penetrated. It was a stuttering moan, the two cocks rocking her back and forth with outstanding synergy. It was almost too much, but not quite enough, either, not with what she’d had.
“Dios mio, c-come back,” she moaned, no longer able to even see the man who’d been violating her throat. “D-Don’t need to breath, just need you back, baby. Mmm, need that cock, mi amor.” Isabella looked to one of the cocks she was jerking, tried to go for it, but it kept away, making her mewl in frustration. “Need any cock, please. I’m begging you, stuff me airtight, pleeeeease.”
“Just what I thought,” the voice came again, much closer now. Panting, Isabella looked up as she continued working her hips and hands dutifully. There, floating above her, was a ghostly girl. She had snowy blonde hair, sunken eyes, and adorable breasts, easy to see given she was completely naked. “Alex thinks you’re restrained, but I can see all those filthy kinks you’ve been hiding away.”
“Y-Yoy know Alex. Wha-aaaa,” Izzy trailed off into a moan as both cocks filled her simultaneously, stretching her to her limits. She could feel them rubbing against one another through the thin barrier between her holes, and it had her right on the edge.
“In due time, beautiful,” the ghost girl said, floating down to her. She stopped so that she was still floating over her, giving Izzy a good look at her bare pussy. “I need you to accept just how depraved you really want to be. Not just in your dreams, but in real life, where he can appreciate it. Where we can appreciate it.”
Isabella could barely hear the words, just staring at the ghost’s glistening slit. Fuck, why did it look so tasty? The ghost gave her a wide smile.
“And there’s more of your true self. I promise, I’ll get you stuffed nice and tight soon enough. First, though…” the ghost raised her legs, slipping one over each of Izzy’s shoulders. Ghost or not, Izzy could feel her weight, her presence, as the pussy neared her mouth. A new hand found the back of her head, the ghost girl’s hand. “First, mm, this show has been too much not to get a taste myself. Or, heh, give a taste.”
And with that, the girl pressed her cunt right into Izzy’s mouth. And, as she continued to get fucked, groped, and cockslapped, Izzy allowed herself to eat pussy for the first time since college.
And God, how she missed it.
“Mm, so fucking good,” Izzy whispered, slowly waking up. And she meant it, all the sensations had been so fantastic, she never wanted them to end. She wanted them to go on forever, to keep hitting her, to… to…
But they had stopped. And as her eyes fluttered open to the darkness of her bedroom, she realized the sombering truth: it had all been a dream.
The hand she was still using to vigorously rub at her clit, however, was very much real.
“Fuck,” Izzy whispered, stunned to find herself masturbating in her sleep. She’d had plenty of sex dreams before, but never to the point that she’d started–
Izzy looked hard to her side, remembering who she shared a bed with. Sure enough, there was Alex, asleep just inches away as she finger-fucked herself. Thank God he hadn’t woken up before she did, how embarrassing that would have been. Or, well, would it have? Would he have liked to see it? To see her…
Fuck, why was she still doing it? On her fingers went, dancing over her clit, egging her along, getting her even more hot and bothered. She needed to stop, wanted to, but it was like her hand had a mind of its own, one determined to make her orgasm. At least her other hand was free, and she bit into it, doing her best to stifle a moan. It didn’t help, though, the hand in her mouth reminding her of the two other occupants it had had in her dream, the mysterious cock and the ghostly cunt. Both had been divine, and her mind drifted as she thought of them both, imagined a scenario where she could enjoy both at the same time.
None of this was helping, but it certainly felt amazing. She continued to masturbate, her hand driving her closer and closer to the edge, her phantom gangbang clouding her mind, leaving her desperate, burning, right on the edge…
And that’s when her hand finally stopped, pulling away from her pussy.
“No, no, no,” Isabella complained, struggling to force her hand back into her panties. For a moment, it didn’t listen, but finally, she was able to go back. Unfortunately, the delay was just long enough; she’d lost the rhythm, and it would take time to build herself up again.
But why do that when there was a perfectly good dick to use right next to her?
“Alex,” Izzy gasped, giving him a shake. “Alex, wake up.”
“Hmm?” Alex said as Izzy started to shift into an upright position next to him. “Is everything okay.”
“No,” she replied, breathing hot and heavy in his ear. “I need you to fuck me.”
“I… what?” Alex said, that more than enough to shake a good bit of sleep off.
“I need you to fuck me,” Izzy repeated, not waiting for an answer as she slid a leg over her husband. “Right now.” She sat squarely on his cock, happy to find it was rock hard, what seemed to be its default setting these days. She ground herself down onto it, letting out a desperate sigh of relief as she felt his head press into her through her panties. This was right, this was what she needed, and this was happening.
“Izzy, holy shit,” Alex gasped, reflexively pushing up into her as he did. Good boy, she thought, do what comes naturally. She guided his hands to her hips as she continued to gyrate, grinding into him with enough intensity to almost tear a hole right through her panties.
Almost, but not enough.
“Pull them aside,” she moaned, raising her hips so he could gain access. At the same time, she pulled her sleeping top off, grabbing a tit in each hand and squeezing her nipples. “Just get in this fucking pussy and let me ride you, mi amor.”
Alex didn’t need much convincing. He reached down and yanked her panties aside, hard enough that she felt some part of them rip, but she couldn’t care less about it. What she cared about was his dick, and as she felt him lining himself up enough, she sat right on it, spearing herself in one smooth move.
“Ay, yes,” she hissed, sitting firm against Alex’s lap for a moment, just enjoying the fullness of his cock inside her. It wasn’t the overwhelming assault that she’d had in her dream, but if was stiff, and big, and hers. And as she adjusted to the sensation of it, she began to roll her hips, seeking more pleasure from it. “Mm, that’s exactly what I needed.”
“Happy to provide,” Alex grunted, his hands grabbing her hips as he humped up into her. The way she was pressed so firmly against him, he couldn’t go too hard, but it was still a wonderful complement to her own grinding. Still, she could change that limit easily enough.
“Just enjoy yourself, baby,” Izzy whispered, taking his hands from her hips and dragging them up to her tits. “You massage these…” Izzy raised her hips and lowered them, using herself to stroke him slowly. “…and I’ll massage that.”
Again, Alex was happy to follow her instructions, lifting and squeezing her tits as she rode him cowgirl. Izzy set a steady pace, bouncing her ass with focused intensity and enjoying the ride. It was exactly what she needed, and she let her head fall back as she moaned.
“So good…” Alex groaned under her, pinching her nipples between his fingers. “Nng, wish it was… unn.”
Izzy wondered what he meant, but it was hard to dedicate too much focus to his words. She was focused on herself, the bounce of her hips, the steady slap that came with each downward thrust, the building pressure in her as Alex’s dick filled her again and again and again.
She looked down at Alex, and he had a dream-like look on his face, if a distant one; it almost seemed like he was staring at something on the ceiling, but it was dark even with her eyes adjusted, and it got even harder to see as a bounce made her hair fall across her eyes. Looking at Alex now… she could barely tell it was him. It could be anyone.
Like one of the strangers from her dream.
“Oh, fuck!” Izzy half-yelled, half-moaned. She slammed her hips down firmly, filling herself with Alex’s dick as she came, her pussy spasming as she got the release she’d been denied in her dream.
“God, babe, so close,” Alex said, reaching to pull her off of him. Isabella wasn’t having it, grabbing his hands and pinning them down.
“No… inside,” she ordered, continuing to buck her hips against him to continue her own pleasure.
“I… are you sure?”
“If you can plaster my face like you did the other day, you can cum inside me,” she continued, leaning down close to him. “Now cum for me, babe. Cum inside of me!”
“Oh, god!” Alex groaned, his hips thrusting up hard enough to actually lift her. Again, he seemed to go distant, staring at the ceiling as he came, but cum he did.
“Yes!” Izzy cried, throwing her head back as she felt Alex’s cum start to fill her up. Another orgasm rolled through her body at the sensation, a stronger one that felt electric across her whole body. Her eyes fluttered, stars filling her vision as she stared up. Stars and…
…and a girl?
“Wha…?” Izzy mused, the image gone almost as soon as she’d seen it. It must’ve been a trick of… well, not of the light, she guessed, dark as it was, but something. She could’ve sworn she saw someone on the ceiling. Someone that looked remarkably like the girl from her dream.
“That was… awesome.”
“Huh?” Izzy said, attention drawn back to Alex below her. He was looking at her again, a lazy smile on his face. “Yeah, that was great.”
“What inspired that?” Alex asked as Izzy slipped off him; she could already feel him starting to leak out of her as she did. “Good dream?”
Izzy’s pussy trembled at the memory of it, all those cocks and hands using her. Her voice was distant as she answered him, mind wondering back to the girl who’d sat on her face and allowed her to feast upon her.
“”The best…”
The thoughts were still with Isabella the next day as she continued unpacking. They’d never really left, to be honest, that fantasy sensation of being stuffed and used sticking with her. They’d been with her as she showered off afterwards, leading to another stolen orgasm in the shower (achieved with her hands, moving a detachable shower head to the top of their remodeling list). They had stuck with her the rest of a sleepless night, the desire to slip back into the dream making it impossible to do so again. And still the images haunted her as she unpacked her home office, absent-mindedly piling books on shelves and supplies onto her desk.
And not just the dream, but how she’d awoken, her hand busily working her over. She’d woken up horny plenty of times; it had been the case just the other morning, when she’d decided to wake Alex with a blowjob. But she’d never woken up already masturbating, never mind so vigorously. Never mind how her hand had seemed to have a mind of its own…
She thought back on the sensation of it, like her hand had been asleep, not hers, even as she watched it pleasure her. Of course, now, she could make it do it again herself, if she wanted to. All she’d need to do was–
“God, stop,” Izzy scolded herself, shaking her head. She didn’t know what was going on with her the past few days, but she needed to get a hang of it. The morning blowjob, the gangbang fantasy, the creampie she’d ordered Alex to give her, it was so… well, hot, but not like her at all.
“Is that such a bad thing?”
Izzy spun around, startled by the voice. It was barely a whisper, but it had been right in her ear. As she turned, though, she found herself alone in the office, the doorway empty. She considered calling out to Alex, but it had been a woman’s voice… and a familiar one.
“Okay, I clearly need a break,” Isabella said, dropping into her office chair and leaning back. The lack of sleep had to be getting to her if she was hearing voices. Isabella sighed, shutting her eyes and trying to relax for a moment. Whatever was going on with her, it probably just had to do with the move, how all her rhythms were thrown off. She wasn’t doing any of her usual design work, Alex was home all day instead of at his job, and they were, of course, in a completely new house one that required a lot of work before it would be the house they dreamed of. Things were just out-of-whack, that’s all it was. Normally, she’d be working, or running normal errands, or…
Or masturbating.
Goddammit, those thoughts wouldn’t leave her alone. But, admittedly, this one was true. Middle of the day as it was, she would often take her break right about now. And while that usually meant lunch or errands, sometimes it meant a bit of personal time.
Isabella looked to the doorway again. She listened, and she could vaguely hear Alex working away downstairs. They still had a lot of unpacking to do, but maybe they could spare an hour, just work a bit later. Mm, though it might end up more than an hour, as messy as they’d been lately; it was already the second day this week they’d had to change the sheets. So maybe she just took care of herself.
“Alex is in the house, though,” Isabella mused, arguing with herself a bit, even as her fingers traced lines across her upper thighs. The yoga pants she was wearing were quite thin and left herself with plenty of access if she did want to start something.
“And the way this place creaks, you’ll hear him coming.”
The voice again, far less startling this time, despite how close it was. Izzy bit her lip at the words, knowing it was still a risk, but intoxicated by the idea. Still, she shouldn’t, not with the door wide open, he might still hear her and–
As if in response to her concerns, the door suddenly started to creak shut. It didn’t make any sense, as there was no breeze or anything, but before she knew it, Isabella was alone in her new office. Absurd as it was, it was like the universe wanted her to masturbate.
“Not the universe,” said the voice. “You want this. That’s why you’ve already started.”
Huh? Had she? Izzy looked down and found that, sure enough, her fingers were firmly between her thighs, rubbing at herself through her yoga pants. How’d that happen?
“It’s only natural.”
Of course it was. And it was certainly her in control, no strange sleeping sensation as it worked against her will. Still, it still felt like something else was guiding her. Like a hand on top of hers, urging her on. Another hand pushing her leg, getting her to widen up, allow herself easier access. And of course, there was the voice, urging her on.
“Indulge, Isabella,” the voice said. “I’ll keep Alex busy and make sure you have all the time you need.”
Izzy didn’t know what the voice meant by keeping Alex busy, but she didn’t think too hard about it. Clearly, the voice was her friend, wanting her to feel good and pleased and fulfilled. And the pants were keeping her from all those things now, so she stood up and quickly worked her way out of them, sliding the pants and panties both off her ass and down her thighs. She got them all the way off, tossed them onto a nearby box, and sat back in the chair with her legs spread.
And then, fully exposed, before she had a chance to so much as tease her clit, she felt something else, something cool and seemingly wet, run along her already soaking, swollen entrance.
Something that felt like a tongue.
“Ahhh, what?” Izzy moaned, the sensation surprising if not completely unwelcome. She wanted to look down and see what was happening, but she found she couldn’t quite get her head to turn.
“It’s okay, Isabella,” said the voice, now seemingly below her and in her ear at the same time. “I can multitask. Let me keep you both busy for a while.”
And that first teasing stroke was followed by several more, quick darts of what was now certainly tongue, if an oddly cool one, teasing at her clit. Equally cool were the hands at her thighs, keeping her spread apart as the tongue continued to explore her folds.
“Oh, wh-what the fuck?” Izzy gasped, not at all sure what to do with this new situation. She’d been alone in her office, had seen the door close, and where would anyone even hide in here? But there was someone with her now, someone with a honeyed voice and an even sweeter tongue dancing across her entrance. “Who… who the fuck are you?”
“I think you know,” the voice said in her ear, even as Izzy felt the woman’s lips suck at her clit. “I’m just returning the favor.”
The woman from her dream, the blonde woman. The blonde ghost.
And remembering the girl brought more of her dream back. She hadn’t woken up right after getting her first taste of the girl, but after a long and messy oral session. The girl had sat on her face and Izzy had embraced her, abandoning the cocks she’d been stroking to grab and support the woman’s ass, even though she needed no help. Really, she’d just want to touch it herself, to feel more of the spectral vision whose pussy tasted like heaven and pure desire. She’d been able to look up at her as she ate, watched the writhing of the ghost’s body, the moaning ecstasy on her face. Izzy had loved that image, the pride of pleasing the girl more arousing than either of the dicks that continued to hammer into her own ass and pussy. And when the girl had finally reached her limit, grinding into Izzy’s face to a wailing orgasm, Izzy had cum to, cum with her spectral lover, and the sensation was better than anything she’d ever dreamed of.
She’d thought that had been a dream, too, but as the memories came back, she realized exactly who it was whispering in her ear and down between her legs. Suddenly, she could move her head again, and she looked down.
Sure enough, between her legs, face pressed and munching away at her cunt, was the ghost girl.
And that sight was all it took to make her cum.
“Fuuuuuck!” Izzy moaned, legs shaking violently in the trapped position the ghost held her in. She still had the leverage to grind her hips into her face and still-busy tongue, though, enjoying every additional bit of stimulation it could bring her. The orgasm certainly did nothing to slow her down, the spectral woman continuing to thrust, lick, and suck at her sensitive pussy. It was all so achingly much, and Izzy kept shaking, her orgasm subsiding even as the stimulation continued. “Oh, g-god, m-mercy! Ah!”
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” the ghost asked, kissing at her thighs and giving her cute little ass a shake. “I’m still so hungry for you, Izzy.”
“Who… who are you? What are you?”
“My name is Lydia,” the ghost respond, continuing to kiss and tease at her thighs. She did have the mercy to let Izzy’s legs go, but she kept them spread, only letting them rest on Lydia’s shoulders; despite what she asked for, Isabella wasn’t entirely ready to see this end. “And I’m the ghost of the house.”
“This… this is insane… ghosts are real?”
“I certainly am, at least.”
“But I can feel you… you can touch me.”
“Is that a problem?” Lydia said, smiling devilishly up at her. “You seem to like it.”
“Oh, god!” Izzy gasped; to emphasize her point, Lydia had slipped two curling fingers deep inside of her, applying a wonderful pressure to her interior walls.
“It is and it isn’t touching,” Lydia said, the rubbing circles her fingers were making inside of her making it hard for Izzy to see any ambiguity. “I’m still a ghost, incorporeal, but your mind has accepted me enough that it can connect with my energy. I’m there because you want me to be.”
“I don’t know that this is what I wanted, exactly,” Izzy whimpered, Lydia’s other hand pressing against her pelvis to increase the friction and pressure inside of her. “I’m m… married.”
“You didn’t consciously know you wanted it, dear, but I promise you did. I could see it in your head, all those naughty thoughts lurking in your subconscious.”
Izzy bit her lip, blushing. She thought of her dream, all those cocks using her. She realized now that even if all that was a dream, Lydia hadn’t been: she’d been there for real, in her mind, directing the action. And when she’d offered herself up to her, Izzy had eaten her out gladly, desperately. She had wanted it.
She still wanted it.
“Of course you do, beautiful girl,” Lydia giggled, pumping her fingers more forcefully now. “I just had to show you. It’s easier with men. They see me touching myself, it doesn’t matter that I’m a ghost and that they should be terrified. Their dicks take right over and makes them so easy to pull in. It certainly didn’t take long with Alex.”
“Alex?” Izzy looked down, briefly concerned. “Wait, what did you do with Al-ehhhhnnnn!” Izzy was thrown again as Lydia’s fingers danced inside her, reaching deeper and more fervently than it seemed like they should’ve been able to.
“The same thing I’m doing to you, just a lot easier. See, if I’d just appeared before you, it never would’ve worked, you’d have closed off. But a little dream-bang here, a bit of manual manipulation there, well… here we are.”
“That was you,” Izzy gasped, the pressure starting to truly build again as Lydia continued to finger her. “You took over my hand?”
“I did. But isn’t this so much better?” Lydia asked before leaning in and sucking at her clit. It was all it took to break Izzy’s last bit of hesitation, once again pushing her over the edge to orgasm.
“Yes, it’s perfect!” Izzy moaned, grabbing the back of Lydia’s head and shoving her tighter against her cunt as she rode her fingers and face. “Oh, yes yes yes, don’t stop, mami, keep going, nnnnnnn!”
Izzy’s orgasm was even more powerful this time, Lydia’s tongue and fingers moving with unbelievable speed, finding the perfect spots, the perfect angles, to send her crashing from one peak to the next. All the while, Izzy could again hear Lydia’s voice whispering in her ear, teasing her along with affirmations and dirty thoughts.
“You’re so fucking hot when you cum, you know that?”
“Could eat this pretty pussy for hours.”
“Should’ve had a cock fucking those breasts, they’re perfect for it.”
“That big ass is hiding such a cute hole, need a taste of that next.”
“Can’t wait until these thighs can really trap me.”
“Ass, pussy, whatever, just want you to smother me with it.”
“Mm, I should sit on your face again, too, you really liked that.”
“Heehee, I’ve got you drooling, baby, so cute.”
Each sentiment crashed into Izzy with an associated sensation, spectral force teasing her tits, asshole, lips, thighs, and any spot of her vagina that Lydia’s lips and fingers weren’t already touching. She was indeed drooling, spit dripping off her chin and onto her top, but she couldn’t be bothered to care. Hell, her eyes could barely focus, instead crossing as her body was consumed by Lydia’s very essence. She held the ghost’s head in place as she was devoured, desperately humping against her mouth and fingers with wild abandon. She moaned loudly, any concern for keeping quiet gone as she was pleasured all over, right to the edge, falling hard and fast into delirious bliss… into… into…
“Lydia, god, yes!” Izzy shrieked as her entire body seized with her biggest orgasm yet. Her body was fire and fury as she came, as she found her pussy squirting like it never had before, coating Lydia’s face, filling her mouth, and even blasting clear through the ethereal void of her body to spray the still-packed boxes and floors. That was all she saw before sensation overwhelmed her and she threw her head back, continuing to moan as she rode the waves of intense pleasure that the ghoulish goddess between her legs had blessed her with.
And as her body was consumed by the gift Lydia had bestowed upon it, Isabella saw what the ghost needed her to do, what she needed her to provide. And beyond that, she saw the even greater pleasures promised her if she fulfilled those needs. And oh, how she wanted that pleasure.
“Fuuuuuck,” Izzy half groaned, half laughed as she finally slumped, still high on the sensitivity of her body. “Lydia, that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. God, I need to… to…”
But as Isabella looked back down, Lydia was gone. All that was left was the mess she’d made streaking the edge of her office chair and the floor in front of her. Her hands, which she could have sworn were still gripping her soft blonde hair, were just hanging in the air, shaking slightly in much the same way the rest of her body still did.
But it had been real, she knew that much. Lydia was real, the pleasure had certainly been fucking real, and she knew in her heart that what she’d seen could be real, too. If she delivered.
“I know what I need to do,” Izzy said, her voice low, dream-like. She stood from the chair, taking in the tingle in her still-recovering legs. She brushed her fingers by her slick pussy, lips still spread and yearning for Lydia’s touch, and smiled at the jolt it sent through her. In an easy series of motions, she pulled her top off, unhooked her bra, and let her hair down. She again took a moment, enjoying the feel of the air against her naked body, running her free hand through her hair as she moaned with self-satisfaction. She continued to tease her pussy, now also tweaking one of her painfully hard nipples, and slowly sauntered out of her office and into the hallway.
Almost immediately, she saw Alex at the other end, coming up the stairs. He was just as naked, and his cock was rock-hard and glistening; no doubt, he’d just had some fun of his own. The sight made her pussy throb, as did the way he was staring at her body in return. There was a hunger on his face, apparent even with how dream-like his look otherwise was.
They said nothing as they walked towards each other, slowly drawing near. She looked her husband up and down, imaging what he’d just been doing. No doubt it was very similar to what she’d been doing herself, what had been done to her. The way he looked at her tits and wet thighs, she could tell he was having the same thought. She knew they ached for the same thing, knew there was no doubt, but she had to confirm it all the same.
“You fucked a ghost,” she said, running a hand along his arm as she did. “You fucked Lydia.”
“I did,” he replied, no remorse in his voice. Instead, he just returned her physical expression, a hand falling on her hip giving a squeeze. “I think you might have, too.”
“I did,” she replied. Her own hand lowered, going from his arm to the tracing circles around his thigh; her wrist came oh-so-close to his erection with each turn. “And she gave me so much more, too.”
“Mm, same,” Alex concurred. His hand slipped around her backside, giving her ass a firm squeeze. “She did things I wouldn’t have ever imagined.”
“But it wasn’t enough,” Izzy said, staring Alex straight in the eye as she finally took hold of his cock. It was slick as she expected, making it easy to start jerking him off.
“No, it wasn’t,” Alex agreed as he continued to squeeze her ass. His other hand was there now, too, spreading her open; she half-expected someone to be there, ready to plug one of her holes.
“So we have to give her what she needs,” Izzy panted, feeling herself grow even wetter as she stroked his cock, letting him press it into her stomach.
“God, yes,” Alex said, then finally kissed her, passionately, madly, hungry. God, she wanted him in her, and it seemed Alex agreed; it wasn’t long before he roughly spun her to the side, shoving her into the wall. His hands were quick to take her ample cheeks once more, spreading her open enough to bury himself inside of her with one quick thrust. They both moaned as he did, the feeling relieving some of the pressure that had already been building inside of Izzy again. His hands found her breasts then, groping her roughly as he began to fuck her, slamming against her ass and riding her into the wall. They filled the hallway with the sound of slapping fresh, as well as indulgent grunts and deep moans. They lost themselves to the primal rhythm of it, rutting with an uncontrollable desperation.
And behind the wall, Lydia smiled, urging them both on deeper as she teased circles around her clit. They were both hers now, no question. They knew what she needed, and she had no doubt they would deliver it to her.
In the meantime?
“Well,” Lydia giggled to herself, pressing her face against the wall directly across from where Izzy’s was. Izzy was entirely unaware of her, but Lydia could see every micro-expression of joy on her sweaty, needy face as her husband used her. “No reason not to enjoy the ride.”
THE END OF CHAPTER TWO