Ghosts in the House

Setting: A husband and his wife, a newly married couple, finally buy a home of their own. The two are very much in love with each other, and are excited to start their new phase in life. Being two recent college grads, money was initially a problem. They were amazed when they were able to find this house for so cheap. The past owner, a recent divorcee, seemed almost desperate to sell the place. Something which they happily agreed to.

What the two lovebirds dont' know, is that the house is haunted by two very sexually active ghosts, that like to 'have fun' with new tenants. In fact, they were the cause of the end of the past owners marriage, leading to her eager desire to get out of the house.

Looking for two females to play the roles of the wife and female ghost (or both, if you think you can do it) and one male to play the role of the male ghost. Please send me a PM before posting.

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OOC:
Name: Tristan Douglas
Height: 5'10"
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Dark brown, short, messy

IC:
With an excited heave, he trunk of his 1985 Corolla slammed shut. Chipped paint from the old car splattered to the ground, something that had happened every time he closed the trunk for the past few years. "There, there,' he said to the car. "we finally made it. You got us to our new home."

Turning his head, he looked at his wife, who was standing excitedly at the porch of their new house. "Thats the last bag," Tristan called out to her. He tossed the duffel over his left shoulder, and held the final suitcase with his right arm. He walked up the old tattered looking sidewalk, with a beaming smile that was only matched by his wife. Laughing with excitement, he dropped the bags at the front door, and picked her up, swinging her around before kissing her happily. "Here it is babe," he said, holding her close to him. "Our new home. Finally, a place to call our own."

Cara Douglas smiled. They were here. Sure, the house needed a bit of work, but it was nice and cozy. They finally were out of that stuffy apartment and into their own place.
"That's the last bag"
Her husband called out to her. She turned and smiled at him. Her blue eyes twinkled as he walked up to her.
"Here it is babe, our new home. Finally, a place to call our own"
She lay her head on his shoulder, her long strawberry blond hair blew slightly in the wind.
"Here it is" she agreed.

Ron stood on the porch invisibly, watching the happy young couple. The female was younger and prettier than the previous owner's wife. Perhaps she will turn out to be more fun as well.

As the husband kissed her, Ron saw his hands wandering up and down the wife's back.

Not wanting to scare them off so soon by being obvious but still eager for a preview, Ron waited until the husband's hand settled into her lower back.

Ron reached out, manifested his hand for a moment, allowing it becoming visible and tangible, and squeezed the wife's ass briefly, just like he did with his own wife during a deep kiss.

Mmm, very nice, he thought too himself. Ron couldn't wait to feel the rest of her beautiful body. He wondered what kinds of sounds she would make under his touch, how she would squirm. as he played with her.

He would make a move later.

Maybe he would do something after the husband left her home alone while he ran errands.

Or in the afternoon if she decided to go tanning in the backyard.

Or tonight after he watched them break in the bedroom of their new home.

Or all of the above.

Lacey stood on the porch invisible looking at Ron rolling her eyes “just can't help yourself can you?” sighing as she made sure only he could hear. Flipping her blond hair behind her shoulder,and orbed herself into the bedroom and sighed. Another couple moved in so that means Ron and her had to work over time now which she did not mind that he penetrated another woman but she did get jealous even though it was purely sexual between them.

It had been almost two years since she died,and ironically enough it was in a graveyard wrong place and wrong time for her she was stabbed by some delusional homeless bum who thought she was the ghost of his crack head daughter who stole his things and made him live under the bridge.

Sadly when she died hevan nor hell wanted her she was not that evil but she would try to over throw people all the time just to rule she loved the power so that why she was cursed to roam earth although it was not that bad.

Sitting in the corner of the room she looked at the clutter the bed had not been assembled yet and it looked like a comfy bed so she placed her self by the corner and straighten out her white dress. Waiting for someone to arrive.

Ron looked at Lacey, smiling, as he passed his hand through the wife's lower back. The wife took a deep breath and pressed her breasts into her husband after the resulting chill went up her spine.

Speaking in the language only the unliving can hear, Ron said to Lacey, "Don't worry, you'll be joining in the fun soon enough." He smiled wickedly at her. "Just like last time."

Ron checked out the wife some more. "She kind of reminds me of you, Lacey," he said, running his fingers through her pretty strawberry blond hair. "I wonder if she'll scream and squirm like you."

Ron seemed to embrace the fact that he was a ghost and no longer among the living faster than Lacey. He didn't think of these people as equals to him, just mere humans. He wouldn't feel jealous if he saw Lacey with this husband.

Then again, the idea kind of turned him on. For a moment, he remembered how, when they were alive, Ron invited his friends over to use Lacey's body. "Poker night" had more than one meaning.

Tristan picked up one of the bags for their bedroom, and began carrying it in. As he walked in, he felt as if a chill ran through him. It wasn't a feeling of cold, but he suddenly felt goosebumps upon his skin.

"Weird," he thought to himself, as he walked into the room, and set down the bag. He looked around, at their small but quaint bedroom. The old wooden floorboards, the classic style windows, and the bed, who's frame could possibly be considered an antique.

He sat down on the bed, hearing it squeak, the rusty springs echoing in the room. "Hey honey," he called out to her, "its a good thing we aren't in the apartments anymore. The people below us wouldn't appreciate this!" as he moved up and down on the bed, hearing the squeaks it made, laughing.

As Tristan sat on the bed Lacey looked at him as she got on the bed and licked her lips giving him a hug as she blew a little in his ear,just to let him know she was there.Peering at him with seductive eyes she took a deep breath as she started to rub his shoulders for a few seconds then stopped as his wife came in.

She bit her lip and dissapeared into thin air as she went up to the attic and sat on the old chair that was there,she still had some feeling even though she was not human but she would rather do stuff when she and the other person was alone.

Lacey got up and peered outside to see the wife out there and she orbed to the bedroom to see he was still there as she toyed with him more. Sitting on the dressure as she watched him fold his shirts and place them in the drawers. Smiling as she study his every movement.

Lari laughed as Tristan swung her around. She too was overjoyed to have this old house as their very own. It was such a relief to have a place to themselves after that year of renting - the landlord with his wandering eyes, his desire to stop by at all hours to fix something that wasnt broken. But that was all in the past.
"Put me down, Tristan. We've got to unpack. Air out the rooms. Dust. Clean. Everything"
As he lowered her to the floor she felt his hands slowly slide over her back, felt his chest rub against her breasts as she slid back to the floor, even the tingle on her bottom (just like hands). He kissed her firmly and with a "Yes. Its time to get to work" left the room to begin the task of getting the old house ready.