Lovely Victorian (Closed)

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We had only been married about a year, when the lovely victorian came onto the market. I had always dreamed of living in a house like that with the rounded cupola on the corner of the house. David had never laughed when I told him my dreams of living in a house like that. Yes it was out of the city and off intothe country, but that was a good thing. Bad things happened in the city and here when we had children it would be a beautiful home. We signed the papers on our one year anniversary and had even stayed the night in the downstairs living room on the floor in sleeping bags with wine and a romantic meal for two. It was the most beautiful thing John would ever give me. A place to call our own.

Yes this was a fixer uppper house, most house like this had to be, simply because the money required to revamp them was so extreme. John and I both had a modest income, but we also had an inheritance each that would allow for the restoration of the house. This became our dream together as we began the renovations. We were a month into the work when David found the room upstairs that had held the rusty nail in an envelope the disappeared. (RE: A Story LIne)
 
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David

The Victorian was for Amanda, Beautiful Amanda, sexy Amanda. David would do anything including tying himself to endless hours of maintainance and repair on their newly acquired house. In truth, he enjoyed much of it, especially when it involved working in the early, crisp mornings. There was still dew on the grass and when he hit the nails, the crack rang through the wooded hills, new and clean.

The noise would wake her, but she wouldn't complain, she rarely did. She just seemed to accept him and his attentions. She'd make coffee, maybe even bring him a cup, looking bright and sexy.
She was most desireable in the morning, vulnerable and waiflike. He had almost awakened her when he got up. Her cute little panty clad ass had peeked out from under the sheets, making his morning wood throb even more. He had thought of spooning against her, reaching around to cup her breasts and rubbing against her. She would arch against his hands, maybe reach back between them to curl her hand around his shaft. "Hmmmm," she would say, "My baby's frisky today." David stood, aroused again, and adjusted his jeans. married over a year and she never said no, even when he awoke her in the middle of the night, rolling over and licking her nipples till she stirred and and pulled him on top of her. "I can always sleep," she said.

But this morning he had let her sleep. Too much like an angel, lips slightly apart, eyes fluttering under her lids in REM sleep. Maybe she had been dreaming about him. She was his dream. So, he had let her sleep, at least till his noise woke her and went about working on the house, her dream.

For her, he would do anything. She had chosen him and it never ceased to amaze him. His competition had been better looking, richer, more successful, but none more devoted. Somehow he had won out over the others.

He heard the screen door squeak, another chore, and turned to see her. "Ooh, nice," she said, nodding at the new railing for the steps to the front porch. She was dressed in a pair of bib overalls, cut short. One side of the bib was unhooked and lay open. the t shirt she wore only accentuated her braless breast, her nipple perky from the cool morning air.

"Not half as nice as you," he answered smiling.

"That's my guy," Amanda laughed and kissed his cheek,handing him his coffee. she slipped her hands aroound his waist and hugged him from behind as he sipped his coffee. "What do you think we should do with that new room you found behind the wall? It's so mysterious"

"Im thinking making it your special room," he said, "A sewing room like in the old days."

"Me, sew?" she snorted

"Well, for whatever you want," he said, "You know, your special place for when you want to get away from me."

"Now why would I want that?" she said, spreading her hands and sliding them up to his chest.

"All women do," he laughed, "Men, too. It's healthy. Besides, you have that mannequin. You want me to throw it away?"

"No. No, it remainds me of her, the girl who wrote the letter. Besides, you like to feel her up." They laughed. They had found the room when it became obvious the dimensions of the house were wrong. There had been too much space missing for there not to be a boarded up room. When David opened it, they found an old sewing room, decades old. Among the dusty remnants of a time past was a sewing mannequin. "look," he had said at the time, "It's just your size." and ran his hands over the mannequin's bosom. "Not nearly as soft, though," he had said, patting the wooden breasts. But it had been a perfect match. "Should I be jealous?" she had asked, teasing him. "No," he said, sliding his hands down over her ass and kissing her. "Not as long as you let me do this"

"So, you feel close to her, this girl from the past."

"A woman," Amanda answered," She had a child and a lost husband. I can't help thinking of what happened to her."

"Our very own ghost," Daid laughed.

"And with just the kind of figure you like," she teased, rubbing her breasts against his back. One hand slid down the front of his chest to stroke the bulge in his jeans. "Someone's frisky this morning."
 
Amanda

He was the most delicious man I had known and I knew from the first he would be the one I would have. Yes there had been men before him, as there had been women before me. but David was special. I loved the way his eyes would crinkle when he laughed and it was a full bodied laugh not like so many city men who hide most of their feelings. that was what it was about David, he had never hidden anything from me. As we stood on the front porch together and he drank the coffee I had brought him, I slid my hands down along his stomach and over his cock and laughed gently in his ear.

"mmm Someone is frisky this morning." I teased his ear with my tongue and then suckled the lobe into my hot mouth as I pressed against him. I could feel his cock getting harder by the minute as I continued to tease him. He placed his cup tot he side and dropped the hammer he had been holding and turned to face me fully my hands began to slide up and along his chest. He moved against me and slid his hands under the overalls I was wearing. His hands were always so warm and gentle I loved the way they felt on my body and I teembled in his arms now as I looked up into the lustfilled eyes,"mmm definitely frisky."

He was walking me backwards along the porch and when my back moved agaisnt the wall he sealed his lips to my own and I moaned into the hot kiss. Gawd he knew how to kiss. He opened the screen door and I bolted out of his armand into the house," Ah ha you can't catch me.... "I taunted him as I moved to run through the house and he did catch me on the stairs and pulled me against him his cock was raging harder now and I could feel the dampness along my thighs as he laid me back on the stairs and began to hump his hisp against my own," Ok I got you now, you have to forfeit." It was a game we often played and it was fun... Forfeit let me give him anything I wanted, and rigth now I wanted to give him me. HE wiggled his hips against my own as I whimpered and let me head fall back against the steps, his head dipped to my shoulder and his hand lifting up my shirt to squeeze my breast. His other hand slipped between our bodies and he relesed his zipper and button and pulled his cock out not undressing beyond that. I loved fucking liek that..it was so naugty and sexy at once. My shorts were loose so all he had to do was move them aside and shove his cock up inside me to begin to fuck me. WHich he did do....
 
David

Pressing Amanda back against the steps, David thrust his cock into her, sinking deep into the wetness that never ceased to please him. She raised her hips off the step to take him in, wiggling her ass to grind against him. He held himself up slightly, kneeling on the step below her ass, to allow her to work herself on his cock. She writhed against him, moving her hips in circles, sliding her pussy up and down the length of his cock. "Mmmmmm, yeah," she groaned huskily, teasing him, "You like that baby? You like how it feels?"

"Oh, God, yes," he grunted and thrust hard into her, pinning her against the stairs, driving himself into her. then another, and another, pistoning in and out of her.

"Oh that's it. give it to me baby, give it to me hard" She liked to fuck fully clothed, on an impulse. On the stairs, against the wall, bent over the kitchen table, it always made her animated and vocal. Sometimes she would come to him in candlelight and lace, slowly making love and giving him peace, but when he chased her and caught her, she like him to take her wherever they were and with as little foreplay as possible. And she was always ready.

Grunting with each thrust, David drove her into the stairs while she clung to him, her wet insides squeezing him. He felt her orgasm begin, felt her inner muscles flutter along the length of his cock, felt her juices flow over his balls. Lowering his head to suck her breast, he thrust deep one last time and exploded inside her.

Once their shudders ceased, David rolled off her and lay beside her on the stairs, gasping for breath. "Mmmmmmmmmm, good morning," she said, turning to place a hand on his chest and kissing him. "That was great, Mr. Fixit."

"Oh yeah," he laughed, "Reminds me of the time we had breakfast in the gazebo and I took you right on the floor."

"What gazebo?" she asked, raising hersef on one elbow. "You don't mean that wreck in the garden? The roof is all fallen in. We've never even had breakfast let alone made love in it. It's still way down there on hte honey-do list" She raised her eyebrows and looked askance. "You must be thinking about some other girl you boinked in the garden."

"What....No, no," he stammered. "I just....I guess I got confused.... I'm sorry. I guess it's just a fantasy I have about the gazebo when I finish it. You make so many of them come true,I guess I just got confused."

"Well, mister," she said with mock sterness, bending to kiss his lips, "I better be the only girl you have for breakfast, in the garden or otherwise."

"Amanda, I...."

Laughing, she jumped up and ran down the stairs. Her bare breasts bounced with the top of her overalls undone and her shirt pulled up. "Last one in the kitchen has to do the dishes." he laughed and got up slowly. It was a small price to pay.
 
And then there were four...

"Last one in the kitchen has to do the dishes."

Amanda headed for the kitchen fixing her clothing as she went and beat David there by a good two lengths, she paused near the refridgerator to see what was inside. Made love in the gazebo? She took out a carton of eggs and made a mental note that they had to go to the market for more. Moving over to the kitchen sink she looked out the window towards the old Gazebo that was in definitely need of repair. She couldn't even see a resemblance to one and her imagination couldn't take her that far. She shook her head and smiled. Well if he wanted to then one day they would.

She moved towards the stove and cracked the eggs into a bowl and began whipping the eggs. She got down a loaf of bread and cinnamon. she mixed in the cinnamon and then dropped in a piece of bread to mix it with the egg. The pan was getting hot with some melted butter and she dropped the toast into the pan to begin to make the food. While one side was cooking she grabbed up the plates and moved back to the stove to flip the french toast.

As she cooked she made a mental note of the things they would need to buy from the town, It was a little ways away and she hated to forget anything. Finally breakfast cooked she placed several pieces on each plate and then dusted them both with powdered sugar. Moving towards the table she placed them their while David had placed orange juice and napkins and silverware on the table.

"mmm Amanda this looks delicious. I wish you made it more often." David complimented her cooking as she placed the plate before him. I laughed soflty and then sat before him as we ate,"So fantasizing about me as well as actually making love to me?" I was teasing him as I looked into his eyes and then winked,"we have to go into town today we have a few things to get." He nodded and I smiled as we finished our breakfast.

He went to go get the keys and I dropped the plates into the sink as I was looking out the window I thought I saw a figure out on the ruin of the gazebo gzing at the house. Gazing at me, I blinked and the figure was gone. I moved up stairs and headed towards the bedroom to get dressed. I went and scrubbed myself a bit and then put up my hair in a bun (I dont' know the name of the hairstyle but it ad the upswept sides and the bun in the back. with tendrils of curls sliding along her neck.) I moved fromt he bedroom in a pair of nicer shorts and a t-shirt and headed down the stairs.

David smiled up at me and laughed softly,"i like your hair." I placed my hand to my hair,"don't be ridiculous I always wear my hair this way." He stared at me blankly and blinked a few times,"Amanda are you ok?" I laughed and dropped a kiss on his lips. "Of course I am fine lets,'get to the general store before it closes." I headed out the foront door and moved down the steps. By the time he had joined me David was looking more confused."General store?"

I looked back at him and said,"What was that? What general store? David you are beginning to scare me, first you are talking about making love to me on the gazebo floor and now general stores? Are you sure YOU are not the one that might coming down with something?" I looked at him oddly and reached up and undid the bun," I hate wering my hair up , I wonder how that happened?" I shook out the hair and hopped into the car.
 
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David

After waving goodby to Amanda, David turned back to the house and picked up his hammer where he had left it on the porch. The breakfast interlude with Amanda had been invigorating and it was time to repay her attentions with some repairs. Someday, the old house would be presentable, but at the moment, it seemed years away.

From the porch, he looked down the garden at the tumbled down gazebo. How he could have imagined lovemaking in that mess, he didn't know, but it sure seemed like a good idea, exploring her body in the crisp morning air, lowering her dress to expose her full breasts, bending to lick her nipples as they hardened in the cool air. The thought hardened him again and he hoped Amanda returned by lunch.

Entering the house, David climbed the stairs to Amanda's new sewing room. He began to pull the base molding off the walls, to be replaced before he papered the room. Something feminine, flowery perhaps, to make the room distinctly hers. Standing up to mop his brow, he looked down across the garden and saw a woman in a white dress leading a man to the gazebo, neighbors probably, taking a shortcut. He tried to raise the window to hail them, but it was painted shut and would not budge.

When they reached the gazebo, the woman pulled the man inside and sat him down on the bench. David wanted to shout a warnign to them, that the old hulk was dangerous, but knew he would not be heard through the window. Before he could turn to walk down to them, he saw the woman reach up and let her hair down, letting it fall around her shoulders. Without dropping her hands, she undid the dress at her neck and lowered it from her breasts. The man reached up and ran his hands over the bodice of her corset, fondling her breasts as the woman threw her head back and her chest out. Aroused by the sight, David stroked the bulge in his pants with his hand and dropped the hammer on the floor.

The man hooked his fingers in the top of the corset and pulled it off the woman's breasts, baring them. They were full and pink tipped, shaped exactly like Amanda's. Had it not been for the woman's face and darker hair, David would have sworn he was watching his wife. Amazed by the sight and his own arousal, David unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock as the woman stepped closer to the man and pulled his face to her breasts.

David stroke himself as the man mouthed her breasts, swirling his tongue over her hard nipples. Even it's disheveled condition, the gazebo mde a perfect place for a tryst, and David couldn't wait to lure Amanda to it. Amazingly, the man pulled the woman's clothes down and she stood on the bench, legs on either side of the man as he leaned forward to kiss her beneath the dark patch of hair between her legs.

"What's the matter, baby, couldn't wait?" David jerked around, cock still in his hand to see Amanda standing in the doorway. "I didn't know I was that memorable," she teased and walked across the room. "You are really frisky today, aren't you."

"Oh...A..I'm sorry," David stammered, " I was just watching the people in the gazebo. It was so sexy"

"What people?" she asked, running to the window and looking out the window.
 
Tryst in the sewing room....

I left and did the chores I wanted to get done and I bought extra steaks and fixings. I decided David needed a break. Maybe a nice romantic dinner on the front porch. As I drove up to the front of the house, I could barely see the Gazebo and I still wondered how David could have fantasized about making love to me on the floor of the thing. I shook it off and climbed form the car. Moving around to the back I opened the drunk and grabbed out the 4 bags of groceries we needed and then hauled them into the house. David was probably working up on the 3rd floor and I had no wish to disturb him to help me with the groceries, although I am sure he would have willingly helped. I went back out to the car and I grabbed the 4 gallons of bottled water we needed as well. Although David said the water would be back on today you never know.

Finally everything put away I was more then a little surprised I didn’t here any hammering or sawing or anything that sounded like work. I began to climb the stairs, “David!? David are you up there?” He must not have heard me so I continued to climb the stairs lifting my hair from my neck as I walked. Finally reaching the third floor landing I paused a moment. I heard a slight moan coming from the sewing room we had discovered. I was a bit surprised and I went to the room and decided to investigate it. There was David avidly looking out the window his cock in his hand. I was a bit surprised and spoke up.

"What's the matter, baby, couldn't wait?" David jerked around, cock still in his hand to see me standing in the doorway. "I didn't know I was that memorable," she teased and walked across the room. "You are really frisky today, aren't you?"

"Oh...A...I'm sorry," David stammered, “I was just watching the people in the gazebo. It was so sexy"

"What people?" I asked, running to the window and looking out towards the gazebo.

No one was there. I turned around to look at David and smiled as I moved closer to him and placed my hand to his forehead. “You don’t FEEL hot. Maybe you have been working to hard. I will tell you what how about we go and take a shower together. A nice long one. I bought your favorite beer and I am making your favorite. Steak.” I leaned in and stroked his cock a bit for him as I whispered. “but first why let this go to waste.

I knelt before him slowly and slid my lisp around the head of his cock. He loved when I did this and I hadn’t done it of late. His hand immediately went to my hair and he slowly rhythmically began to fuck his cock into my mouth. I played along his balls and stroked the skin behind his sack as I continued to suckle his cock deep into my mouth. I slipped a finger up into his anus and pressed and wiggled it around and his cock twitched once, twice and then exploded into my mouth. I looked up at him ass he came his face was looking down at me and I opened my mouth so he could see his cum shooting along my tongue and lips. Licking him cleaning and swallowing his cum I climbed back to my feet patted his dick once more and then kissed his lips before leaving the room. “Go turn the water on Stud; I am in need of a good tongue bath myself.”
 
David

David stood weak-kneed and confused. The couple in the gazebo had beat a hasty retreat, perhaps at Amanda's arrival. But then, they had not dissappeared until she had time to climb the stairs. had they heard us? he thought. Not likely.

The situation had certainly worked out all right. He never got tired of Amanda's hot mouth and the expert way she used it.. It wasn't always that quick, sometimes she pleasured him for what seemed like ages, licking and sucking, bobbing her head up and down his cock while twisting her head and rolling her tongue over his swollen tip. This time, however, her finger in his ass, stroking his prostate had worked it's magic in minutes. She was an oral artist when inspired. This time, though she had been in a hurry, either because she was already hungry from their lovemaking earlier or just eager to send him to his next chore. Still the sight of his cum squirting across her tongue was the highlight of his day, so far.

Well, he had two surprises for her. He had got the water turned on first thing, right after dawn. But there probably had not been enough time for the old hot water heater to build up a resivoir of hot water.

Following her to their second floor bedroom, he found her disrobing, already down to her skimpy thong. He never got tired of seeing her body. Once again he felt a stirring as she bent over to peel off her thong, full breasts hanging and swinging free.

"Well, Stud," she teased, looking up at him, "do we have water?"

You betcha, he laughed and headed for the bathroom, pulling off his shirt as he went. He turned on the water and had the rest of his clothes shucked by the time she joined him. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist as their mouths met in a tongue sharing kiss. he carried her into the shower and she squealed as the cold water hit her.

"You bastard," she screamed, "Oh God, it's cold"

"Just my pan to get your nipples hard," he laughed and bent his head to suck on her hardening tip. she squealed again as he backed her into the cold spray. she wiggled so much, he had to put her down and she darted out of the shower. He followed her and grabbing a towel, caught up with her in the bedroom.

"You rat," she said, "and after I was so nice to you."

"And now it's my turn to be nice to you," he said, rubbing her with the towel, drying her and warming her skin.

"You better be," she pouted, "You better be real nice."

"As nice as this?" he asked, picking her up and depositing her on the bed. He grabbed her legs and deposited her ankles on his shoulders, bending to kiss between her thighs. Pushing against her thighs with his hands, he spread her legs apart and lowered his lips to kiss her pussy.
Up and down her damp slit he kissed before inserting his tongue between her tender petals. He slid his tongue upawards, opening her pussy as he licked, tasting the sweet juices that flowed from her.

"Ohhhhh, yea, that's it," she panted and gasped witha twitch of her hips as his tongue swirled around her clit. "That's it, baby" She reached down with her hands to grab his hair, holding his face against her sex, allowing him to slide his own hands up to cup her breasts.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh, " she cried as his tongue circled her clit, "Don't stop, keep it up"
 
The water had been ice cold and it definitely had awakened my body as he step into the spray of the shower. The old victorian house had the huge bathrooms that were put in after houses were built. the huge claw foot tub was surrounded by a ring that had a curtain that swunbg around the occupant inthe tub. I had fallen in love with it when I thought of the long hours I could spend soaking in such a tub.

Then we were in the roon his hands spreading me open and his head dipping in as he licked my lower lips. GAwd he knew how to turn me on quick. I was rocking my hips almost fucking his face as I gasped for him not to stop. I could feel his tongue digging into my vaginal walls and his nise rubbing my clit and then he would go back to licking me. I was a live wire of sensations. His hands were kneading my breasts and I swear I could feel a nother hand on my hair stroking it from my face. I thought perhaps it was the wind.

David and I often fucked or sucked through out the day and today was no different only the thought of someone watching us was making me more aware of things. I opened my eyes as I looked down at my husband eagerly licking along my cunt. I swallowed and cried out," OH gawd tooooommmm YES!"

I didn't even think about it as I came hard along his face, not even seeming to realize I had called out someone elses name. His head came up and there was a gleam in his eyes and he looked a bit startled as he said,"Fanatasizing about someone else?" I blinked and shook my head," No baby please fuck me I want you...please. " He didn't need a second plea as he thrust his cock into me keeping my legs up and on his shoulders. He was thrusting hard and fast into me and then came so hard it filled me to capacity and began to leak out o my cunt and along my ass. he leaned over me and kissed my lips letting my legs fall to the side as he whispered,"Then why did you call me tom?" I licked his lips and laughed softly the muscles of my cunt gripping his cock and forcing him out as I remarked," I don't know any Tom except the dead girl's husband." He shook his head and nodded,"perhaps I just imagined it then. " He crawlled off ame and slapped my hips near my ass as I he said I am gonna go start the grill if you want to take a shower."

I watched him walk away and chewed on my lip as I thought over the day, things were getting stanger and stranger. First the comment about making love in the gazebo. Then the man in the gazebo, then David said he saw the couple there. ANd then the name I screamed when I had cum on my husband's mouth. I shook it off never having believed in ghosts before, and sexual ghosts were even more unheard of. I moved to the shower and turned it back on and then found there was hot water, the creep.

I stepped under the spray of the shower and cooed at the feeling of the water beating along my skin and I reached for the soap and began to wash my body and face. As my eyes were closed I suddenly felt hands on my breasts and a body pressing against my own. "couldn't wait for another go?" I spoke and rubbed back into the hard throbbing cock of David. He didn't speak and merely slid down me again and began to lick and suck on my lick again lifting my leg to rest it on the edge. He sucked my clit hard into his mouth and it was different then just before in the bathroom, his fingers slid in and out of my cunt and then moved to my own ass something he had never done before and I let him as I was so close to cumming again. His head dug up into my cunt and I screamed out my release. I rinssed off my face and looked at him. There was no one there. I stood there alone and jsut the sound of the water greeted my ears. I looked out of the shower there was no one there. I blinked and wrinkled my nose and then turned off the water and stepped fromt he shower. I dried myself off and then wrapped the towel around me and headed intot he bedroom,"David?" He wasn't there. I walked downstairs and I saw him on the front porch starting the grill fully dressed his hair almost dry. I blinked and stoof in the doorway. "David?" He looked up at me and smiled and I said," How did you get out of the tub so fast and your hair isn't even wet?" He looked at me blankly and said,"What do you mean so fast? I have been down here getting the grill ready." I blanched whitely and reached for the door jamb. "YOu were just in the shower with me and you made me cum again with your mouth and your finger fucking my ass?" He blinked at me stunned and shook his head,"no baby ar eyou ok?" I started to shake and I looked around,"I think I need to go lay down." He nodded and scooped me up and climbed the stairs and took me into our room and said he was going to go and search the house. I nodded and closed my eyes,"it couldn't have been a dream....." I whispered to myself.
 
David

Amanda huddled in bed while David cooked the steaks and only came to the table when she was coaxed. "I don't know what's wrong with me," she murmured. "I'm imagining things."

"Well, you're not the only one," he said, smiling to lighten the mood. "Don't let it bother you. It's just tension, about the house, the work we have to do. We just need to relax more."

Right," she drawled. "I know what you mean by relaxing."

"Can you think of a better way?" he winked. "maybe ask your friend Tom to join us."

"You rat," she exclaimed, tossing a roll that bounced off his head. Then pouting, "You make me feel bad." She used the baby voice, the one she always used to try and placate him.

"It's ok, baby," he said, "It's natural to fantasize about other people sometimes. Who was it? Tom Cruise?"

"Nooooooooooo," she drawled, "Smartass! And you should talk. If anything, we should invite your gazebo friends."

"I doubt they'd come, he laughed, chewing on his steak, "They were pretty much into each other. But I do wonder who they were."

Amanda waved her fork at him. "You probably scared them off, waving that big thing of yours in the window."

"Thanks for calling it big," he winked.

"Just telling it like it is, babe," she smiled and stuck her tongue out at him.

They ended up working in different parts of the house for the rest of the day and had a light dinner before bed. David stayed up later, reading and paying bills. When he finally went to bed, he found Amanda asleep. He opened the sheets and slid in beside her and spooned up against her. She was wearing a satin nighties with no panties which had hiked up to her hips as she lay, exposing her lovely ass to his view. Finding himself getting hard, he curled his arm around her to cup her breast and kiss her neck, rubbing his erection against her ass. She moved her ass back against him reflexively and murmured, but when he tried to lift her leg and slide into her from behind, she elbowed him away. "I'm...tired...sorry..."

"It'll make you sleep even better," he urged, rolling a nipple in his fingers.

"Ummmm.....not tonight...I'll make it up to you later..." The slow rise and fall of her breast in his hand gave testament to the fact that he had lost her to sleep. He sighed softly, kissed her neck and rolled over to sleep himself.

Deeper in the night, he awoke, feeling her breath between his legs. Her tongue teased his balls, swirling over them, washing them before sliding up the length of his rapidly hardening cock to lick the heat. Unlike earlier, she worked him slowly, licking and sucking the tip, sliding up and down his shaft with her lips and tongue, teasing him tll his legs twitched before taking his tip in her lips. She flattened her tongue against the underside of his cock and slowly lowered her face to hold him against the entrance of her throat. He felt her fingers tickling his balls as she swallowed, taking his tip into her throat. Over and over, she slid her mouth up and down, swallowing him and releasing him, until finally a series of rapid head bobs drove him over the edge. "Yes, yes," he screamed, "God, I love your mouth."

"What are you doing?" Amanda asked, turning on the light.

"What I always do when you suck my cock," he answered, blinking in the glare of the light.

"I wasn't sucking your cock, I was trying to sleep." She looked at him. "You were dreaming"

"Well, it was the most vivid dream I ever had," he gasped, still breathing hard. "Look how hard I am."
 
I stood there in the bright light of the bedroom having heard my husband cry out from the bedroom when I had gotten up to go to the bathroom. I was shocked to hear him say he loved my mouth. When I wasn't even in there. Tonight had been the first night since we got married that I had refused him and as I was washing my hands I was going to go in and please him now waking him from slumber.

Apparently I had been beaten to the task. His cock was hard as a rock, thicker and bigger then I had seen it if that were possible. I blinked and brought my hands to my face watching him lying there and I shivered as I whispered." It wasn't me David." I watched him crawl from the bed. He shook his head a cocky smile on his face and I blinked as he moved closer. I had never seen that look on his face before and he moved against me caressing my arms as he drew me into the bedroom.

He laid me back on the bed and I watched him as he slid my nightie up and along my body. "Please don't David I am so tired." He shushed me with a finger and then tugged the nightgown up and over my head. This wasn't David.....he had never forced before and I was shivering. He moved down between my legs and pulled them apart I was frozen as his head dipped between my thighs and he was licking me wet as he slid his fingers inside my body. They were nice and wet now and then he stuffed one up into my rosebud and wiggled it around as he continued to elevated my arousal. "No please David...please make him stop!"

Suddenly David was in charge again or something it was like night and day and his finger eased from my ass and his head popped up. I was beginning to cry softly as he gathered me into his arms."I am sooo soryy baby ..oh baby i am soo terribly sorry I could see you were scared and I couldn't do anything to stop him..."
 
David

David had been possessed, whether from inside himself or outside. He had never believed in ghosts, yet he had lain at the bottom of a deep well, watching himself assault his wife and feeling nothing as though he was out of his body. But he watched from within, not without.

It took an hour of soft whispers and gentle kisses to calm Amanda down to the point where she could sleep. She had accepted the fact that it wasn't him, but he was not sure he could. If he were going mad, could he hurt her? Was he having a nervous breakdown? he stroked her hair gently, watching her breath and squelched the desire to caress her full breasts under the satin nightie. He had always wanted her. From his first bumbling attempts at conversation through their courtship, his desire for her had been palpable. Other men did too, of course, but he had won her somehow. and now he had hurt her. For the rest of the night, he watched and it was only as the first rays of dawn turned the sky pink that he allowed himself to slip off to sleep.

Sometime later, he awoke to the sound of running water. Amanda was showering and he got up and padded to the open bathroom door. He saw her through a gap in the shower curtain, water running off her gorgeous body. Her hands were full of soap and she used them to spread the lather over her breasts,lifting them to soap their undersides, dropping them and letting them bounce slightly. she washed and rinsed herself, spending a few minutes rubing herslf between her legs. He could hear her sigh as she caressed her sex and on any other day would have joined her to replace her hands with his own. On this day, however, he turned and went to sit down on the edge of the bed, staring out the window.

He heard the water turn off and her wet feet slap on the floor as she came into the room. she had a huge towel wrapped around her and was drying her hair with one end. "You're awake," she said. "Why didn't you join me?"

"I wasn't sure I'd be welcome," he replied, still staring out the window, afraid to look in her eyes.

"Of course you are," she said, kneeling on the bed and walking on her knees to kneel behind him.

"After last night?" he asked.

"Last night you were my hero," she insisted, "You rescued me."

"No, I scared you, and I don't ever want to hurt you. I only want to make you happy."

"Come here," she said, opening the towel and wrapping her arms around him. She kissed his neck, pressing her warm breasts against his back. Pulling him down to the bed, she spread the towel and lay naked under him. "Come here, aby, come here and make me happy."
 
When I awoke the next mornig it was as if all that had past the night before were a dream, a bad one but only a dream. I rolled over to look at my hadsmoe husband and trailed a finger along his neck and shoulders as he continued to lay there asleep. He shifted and he looked exhausted so I didn't awaken him and crawled from the bed naked. I went into the bathroom and started the shower a bit hesitant after what happened last time. But it wasn't liek I could control what they were doing. My hand froze. They..it had to be them. Janelle and Tom. It was beginning to click now. All of the sexual fervor and the people David saw in the garden. The man I saw as well. I sat along the side of the tub waiting for the water to warm and I shook my head realizing that they were still in love even unto death. Even that had not parted them and now they were here, but why?

I climbed into the shower and began to wash my body, nothing joined me and I was a bit relieved. I was coming to a conclusion when I heard something near the door and saw David turn from the door and walk into the bedroom, I was a bit hurt he did not join me. We have always enjoyed each other so much and now.....

I finished my shower and walked into the bedroom rubbing my hair and looking at him as I said,"Why didn't you join me?"

"I wasn't sure I'd be welcome," he replied, still staring out the window, afraid to look in her eyes.

"Of course you are," she said, kneeling on the bed and walking on her knees to kneel behind him.

"After last night?" he asked.

"Last night you were my hero," she insisted, "You rescued me."

"No, I scared you, and I don't ever want to hurt you. I only want to make you happy."

"Come here," she said, opening the towel and wrapping her arms around him. She kissed his neck, pressing her warm breasts against his back. Pulling him down to the bed, she spread the towel and lay naked under him. "Come here, baby, come here and make me happy."

He moved and turned around to face me as I lay back on the bed and I reached up to caress his forehead and whispered,"you didn't scare me. HE scared me...but right now....Now I want my lusty husband to make whooopee to me." I giggled and winked at him as he easily slid his sweat pants down and entered me without preamble and I called out ,"whooppeee!" he laughed and we snuggled as we fucked. Youu know the kind were you are joined and snuggling so you can feel each other and be joined and know that the love between you is so intense and real that you dont' have to do more then lie ther cojoined at the hips and love each other all morning.

We finally finished an hour later and I was in love all over again if that were possible. David was my world and I didn't want to be out of his orbit for long.

As we wnet downstiars I placed my hand on his and whispered,"I love you Stud..."
 
David

Whooopeee

David laughed as his wife's legs came up to wrap around his back. He buried his face in her neck as he moved slowly inside her, lost in her liquid embrace. Even with his mind focused on the feel of her inner flesh massaging his cock, memories of their first time together floated past his closed eyes. He had been hesitant then, too, his body eager but feeling unsure and confused. The only part of him that surpassed her other suitors was his devotion to her. Nothing that great had ever happened to him and despite his shyness, she had taken notice of his devotion and opened herself to it. Step by step, she had accepted his worship, drawing him out and into her arms. Slowly at first, she had encouraged him until eventually finishing with a crescendo of passion that left him physically spent and emotionally awed.

And so it was this time. She held him in her arms, kissing him and encouraging him, whispering her pleasure to him, reassuring him until his hunger for her overcame is fear. A long languid hour between her thighs culminated in a series of frenzied thrusts that slid them across the bed and banged their heads into the headboard. "Yes, baby, yes, baby, give it to me," she screamed, her nailed fingers digging into his ass as he exploded into her. They lay for a while, lost in the afterglow. She cooed as he kissed her breasts, unwilling to pull out of her until he softened.

"That's my man," she whispered. "Don't you ever be afraid to come to me when you want me. I always want you."

They went downstairs for breakfast, she clad only in one of his shirts, he dressed for a day of work on the house. "I love you, stud," she whispered, holding his hand as they descended the stairs and he kissed the top of her head in response.

Once in the kitchen, he watched her as she prepared breakfast and licked his lips as the shirt rose above her cute ass when she reached up into the cupboard. She was so beautiful. If he had not been so drained, he would have taken her right there, bent over the counter, her breasts hanging into his hands. The thought stirred his mind if not his loins.

They talked at breakfast about their plans for the day and how they might cope with their ethereal visitors. "Do you think we need an exorcist?" he asked

"No," she replied, "No, I don't think their evil. I think their love is just too strong for death."

"Well, then, how do we stop it?" he asked. "Maybe we should sell the house."

""No, please," she pleaded," It's everything I ever dreamed of. Have you noticed that the more we fix up the house, the more vivid they've become. It's like we're restoring their love when we restore the house. They don't want to hurt us, they just want to be together."

"She must have been like you," David said. "I don't think I could let go of you, either, even if I did die."

"You're so sweet," Amanda smiled. "I think I just might be as lucky as she was."

"Well, if we want to make them happy, I better goet to work," he said. "I think I'll work on the gazebo today. If they loved it so much, maybe they'll stay down there and not bother us here in the house."

"Good idea," she said, "I'm going to go work on my sewing room. maybe later we can go into town and look for new wallpaper."

"Good idea," he said, "Then maybe we can stay and eat out tonight. Be around people instead of ghosts for a change."

It took David till the sun stood high in the sky just to remove the unsalvageable components of the gazebo. Once, about mid-morning, he glanced up at the house and saw Amanda standing in the window, still clad in his shirt. He smiled and waved at her and in response, she opened the shirt, flashing her breasts at him, laughing. She cupped her breasts in her hands and blew him a kiss before turning from the window. He half expected her to come down after that, but she stayed in the house and he continued his work on the gazebo.

When lunch time came, hunger and the heat drove him to return to the house. When he reached the kitchen, he didn't see Amanda and went upstairs in search of her. When he entered the newly opened sewing room, he gasped and stopped in his tracks. he barely recognized his wife. she stood in the middle of the room beside the sewing mannequin, dressed in old clothes, a starched white blouse and a dark skirt with a large bustle-like bow in the back. her hair was up on her head in a large bun, except for a few tendril hanging down to frame her face.

"Amanda..." he started, then stopped, realizing. "Hello Janelle.."

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Chateau Thierry
France

Tom lay hanging on the barb wire, his legs shattered and his body riddled by machine gun fire. Too exhausted to move, he could only groan and sway on the wire as his blood slowly seeped out of him. Few, if any men had made it father into no man's land ad none of those had returned. Already, the edges of his vision had faded to gray and as the world dimmed, he whispered, "Janelle........" Slowly the light and the noise of battle faded to darkness and silence.
 
After David left her Amanda went off to the sewing room, it was time to finally do some changes in the room get measurements and to clean it. As she works int the cool dark room she realized why Janelle had loved the room so much, it was on the east side of the house and not too hot. as she worked she felt like she was being watched but as she immersed herself in the old cloth and tools and the eqipment the feeling soon dissipated.

Later in the moring she was watching David repair the old gazebo and she caught him looking at her so she decided to flash him. She was smiling when she turned away from the window. then she felt it a cold sensation slid along her body as if hands were moving through and around her. She quickly crossed her arms over her chest and the feeling continued. Suddenly she felt like she was in a dark deep room and all she could do was look out.

Janelle walked her to the shower and she was showered and then walked back to the room there standing naked and wet she dried off her body and moved about the room as Janelle controlled her body and made her dress in the clothing there. a garter and stockings were first smoothed out over long limbs and tied into place her hisp were rubbed as she slid on the garterbelt and tiedit off as well. Next came the old corset she had seen and it was still in fairly good condition with only a few holes and she was snugged into its restraints. Amanda could only look on as Janelle prepared her body to look as she did so many years ago. Finally she slid on the blouse and the long black skirt and then her hair was brushed out and pulled up into a bun with the tendrils falling along her neck and shoulders.

"Amanda..." he started, then stopped, realizing. "Hello Janelle.."


Amanda's mind screamed,DAVID help! No words escaped Amanda's lips as Janelle turned to look at David and she smiled beautifully and licked her lips. "We merely want to love again, and you and your wife provide these things to us. We dont' mean you any harm." Her voice was a soft dulcet tone so unlike Amanda's as she spoke and turned to walk back towards the window.
 
David

"Where is my wife," he demanded

"She's here....close"

What have you done to her," he asked, balling his hands into fists.

She's safe," Janelle said, never turning from the window.

"Bring her back.....now"

"Only you have the power to do that," she answered distractedly, one hand raised to brush her collarbone and move slightly down to her upper chest.

"How?" he asked, taking two steps closer to her. "I want her back. What do you want from us?"

"Why, we want love," she answered, turning to look him in the eye, "We just want love."

"Hurting other people isn't love," he accused.

"She is not harmed," Janelle answered him. She walked up to him and took his hand. He tried to pull away but she held it firmly. "See," she continued, "Are these not her hands? Don't they feel the same?" She lifted his hand and placed it on her breast. "Are these not her breasts?" she took a deep breath and he felt them rise and fall under his hand. "Don't they feel the same? Don't they tremble under your touch?" She pressed his hand against her breast, sliding it around the side to cup her fullness. He could feel the corset underneath the white blouse and his fingers curled around her breast, thumb pressing on the hard corset, his fingers touching her soft upper curves.

"I want her back," David sighed.

"Love will bring her back," Janelle answered, and lowerd her hand to lay her palm flat against his groin. "Oh my," she whispered, rubbing him up and down. "My Love has chosen well."
 
Amanda watched as David was made to feel her body. Didn't he know she wasn't in control. Didn't he realize she wasn't herself. her mind was crying out for him to help her. She could sense Janelle in control of her body and she railed that she wanted to be released. Suddenly she was.

Her eyes blinked a few times as she regained control of her own body and she tried to breath unfamiliar with the restraints of the corset clinging to her body and she pressed against David beginning to cry softly,"David I couldn't do anything it was as if I were far away listening to you talk to her." Her whole body was shaking and she wrapped her arms around his neck he picked her up and moved her to the bedroom and laid her down on the bed," shhhhhh it is ok baby. Please baby shhh I will go get you something to drink." She clung to him as she lay back on the bed and shook her head,"Don't leave me please David. Please don't' leave me." David nodded and laid beside her and stroked her hair as she drifted off to sleep. She was restless in her sleep and finally he moved to go and take a shower. He had been sweating all day and he felt icky.

He checked in on Amanda as she slept and decided to go and cook up some food for them both. He walked down the stairs and headed off into the kitchen.

sometime later Amanda woke up and David was no longer beside her, her hair was loose about her shoulders and she took it the rest of the way out of the dreadful bun it was in. She went into the bathroom the long skirt hampering her movements and she wondered how anyone could have dressed like this on a daily basis. Where was David? She moved to the stairs and she lifted the skirt as she slowly went down the stairs the house was dark along the stairs," David?" she called down no answer. "David if your are playing a joke this isn't funny....." Still no answer she swallowed and slowly finished the flight of stairs as she moved slowly cautiously. The squeak on the stairs was much louder now. Every creak in the house seemingly amplified. It had started to rain and now the wind was howling around the house. She and David loved the rain like this and would often have at each other the whole night long as if the storm energized their bodies with its powerful force.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs she paused and heard movement int the dining room and a faint glow under the door let her know that more then likely the power had gone out. They had not gotten to the rewiring of the house yet and the storms often knocked out the power. As she opened the door she paused. There was her husband. But not. He was dressed up and his hair was slicked back. As she opened the door and moved into the room proper he turned to face her, his eyes weren't David though and she shook her head as she whispered,"no ..please let David go."
 
David/Thomas

"no....please let David go."

"Oh my," he said, "you're so beautiful. Janelle, I've missed you."

"I'm not Janelle, I'm Amanda.," she answered and demanded, "Let David come back."

"Yes," he murmurred, " the face is different, but similar. Your body, though, is exactly like hers, full breasts, narrow waist, firm thighs."

"They're not for you. " she answered, crossing her arms under her breasts. "Only my husband enjoys my body. You don't get to."

"And do you enjoy your husband's body?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

"That's none of your business."

"Oh, you don't? he asked. "It's a shame. I know Janelle enjoyed mine."

"Of course, I do, if you must know." Amanda retorted. "I love my husband."

"But do you desire him?" he asked walking closer to Amanda, towering over her, "The same way he desires you?"

"Well.....yes....I can't believe I'm talking like this."

Taking her hand, he placed it on his chest. "Is this not the body you love?" he moved her hands across his chest. "The arms that hold you? The hands that caress you?" he raised her hand to his mouth and kissed it. "The lips that make you cry out in the night?"

"Yes," Amanda cried, "But not his eyes. I want David"

Pressing her back against the wall, he pushed her hand down his body till it pressed against the bulge in his trousers. "Is this not David?" he asked, rubbing her palm against his hardness.

"Please, she sobbed, "I want David back."

"And I want Janelle," he answered. "Surely you can understand. What would you do to have David?"

"Anything," Amanda whispered.

"Then bring me Janelle." he said, and lowered his head to kiss her lips.
 
"Then bring me Janelle."

His hands lifted up and along her shoulders and pressed her deeper into the wall if possible and left her hand on his cock as she was kissed deeply passionately, she could feel herself slipping back almost as if she were not herself. His hands gripped her shoulders and she began to stroke his cock through his pants. She could feel her hand moving.

Suddenly she was not in control of her body once more and she was beginning to work at his clothing more and more as the storm raged on. Her blouse was opened revealing her breasts pushed up and forward by the corset and she heard his voice as he broke off the kiss,"Janelle my love.... Oh you have chosen well.... she is exquisite." Her breathing was beginning to come in soft gasps and she head her voice as if from far away. "He isn't so bad either my darling, love me it has been so long...."

He lifted her up and brought her to the table and shoved her skirts up along her hips and dropped to his knees before her. Her shirt left gaping open as he knelt before her and began to ease off her panties. Her hands went to his hair as she sat upon the table and thrust her hips a bit forward and gasps,"Oh yes Tom... oh yes now .....

His head dipped between her thighs parting them wider as he moaned and then slid his lips along her sex,"Yes Janelle my love, now."
 
David/Tom

As though in a deep tunnel in his own mind, David looked up across his wife's body as she lay on the table, breasts heaving and legs spread wide

Oh yes, Tom....Oh, yes, now

He spread her legs apart further with his hands and kissed up and down the length of her slit. After the kisses he began licking her p and down, tasting the juices that began to flow fom her before inserting the tip of his tongue between the soft petals of her pussy and sliding it upwards, spreading her open as he licked.

Amanda threw her head back and arched her hips forward, screaming in release as his tongue found her clit. "Oh yes, baby, yes.." she screamed, grabbing the edges of the table and bucking upwards to meet his probing tongue.

Though he had no power to control his own body, David began to feel his senses return. The familiar taste of his wife's juices began to flow over his tongue and he felt her soft flesh fill his hands as Tom reached up, yanked down her corset to set them free and wrapped his hands around her ample mounds. He saw and felt her place her hands on his as he began to squeeze her breasts and felt her thighs quiver against the sides of his face as his tongue swirled around her swollen clit. Again and again, his tongue lashed back and forth across the sensitive bud whipping it with a frenzy as his fingers rolled her nipples tightly. Powerless to prevent his tongue from it's explorations, he screamed voicelessly as his wife's body arched and spasmed, flooding his lips and tongue, and assaulting his ears with her own primal scream.
 
"Oh yes, baby, yes.." she screamed, grabbing the edges of the table and bucking upward to meet his probing tongue.

She felt the tug on her upper body as the corset slipped only a bit to reveal her breasts. the skirt shoved up around her thighs and her blouse hanging open left her open to Tom's assault of her body. Amanda's body that belong to David, being used for the lust of two long separated lovers.

Tom was hungry and Janelle's screams were filling Amanda's head with her wants and desires when David would take her thus. Amanda understood what was driving them. Tom's hands on her body were not tender, his mouth on her pussy was hungry. Janelle was feeding him well.

Her silk clad thighs spread wide open on the table as Janelle looked down along her half dressed body. Amanda could see the dark head of her husband between her thighs but when he looked up the lust driven Tom leered back at her and he moved up against the table and licks his lips. "Too long Janelle...." She felt him tugging at his clothing and soon he was free.

Leaning over her he sealed his lips to hers, Amanda could taste herself as if in a dream as Tom rammed his cock deep into her body.
 
Tom/David

Janelle opened Amanda's body to Tom's hungry assault, welcoming his tongue with her own, swirling around his, tasting herself. Her legs gripped his thighs as his cock slid into her wet channel, slick fro the juices brought forth by his talented tongue.

"Oh, yes..so long." From deep in the shadows of his own mind, David heard Amanda's voice whisper, her lips brushing against his ear. "Mmmmmmmmmmm, and you're nice and long, too," she laughed and tongued his ear, grabbing his ass and pulling him deeper into himself.

Their eagerness and a century of yearning was cast aside as Tom and Janelle explored their new bodies. Each thrust was both a memory and a learning experience. Each gasp was a return and a new beginning. Lost in the darkness, David's mind reeled both from his powerlessness and by the amazing power of his wife's body. She never ceased to astound him with her beauty, her passion and her sexual response. He always found his fortune hard to believe, that this amazing woman had chosen him, always wondered if his real life dream would sometime end. And now she was gone. He could feel her body. He could feel her hard nipple under his tongue as Tom devoured her breast. he could feel her inner walls squeeze his cock as Janelle eagerly returned the thrusting of his hips. He could hear her gasps and urgings. "Yes, yes, oh yes, baby, hader, faster..." But he could not feel Amanda. He could not reach through Tom and Janelle to find his whole reason for living. The loss tore at him and he screamed. In the silence of his own mind, only he could hear the screaming.

On the table, Tom and Janelle's grunts rose in volume as their bodies slapped together. Janelle raised her hips to meet Tom's thrusts, driving him deeper into her, his balls slapping against hr ass, her nails digging into the hard muscles of his ass. Witha gasp, her body stiffened, her wet sheath squeezed his cock and spasms overtook her, rolling waves that carried Tom to his explosion. In their joint mind, David and Tom were washed by a blinding white light as David's body found it's release. After the light came darkness and silence.

Becoming aware of his own breathing, David opened his eyes and found the responded to his commands. He raised himself on his elbow and looked down at his wife's body. Her head lay turned aside, her gasps causing her breasts to rise and fall. He still lay inside her, her leg curled around his hip. "Amanda?" he whispered, "Janelle?"
 
"Amanda?" He said, "Janelle?

Amanda had felt it all, Janelle had control but she was only so powerful. Her mind was so lost in the realization that Tom was driving David's body, Amanda felt like she was being raped. Even though it was her husband's body using her own for its release...it was not her husband. How is that for messing with your head.

Janelle continued urging Tom/David on more and more and at his grunt of release She felt him press into her body just as JEnelle left leaving Amanda alone there with the spent body of her husband panting over her. Amanda faded into blessed unconciousness at that point. Her breathing rapid and deep her head laid to the side as a few tears slid along her cheek and she slowly regained her senses as David asked who she was.

She turned her head and looked into the loving eyes of her husband concern there in his look and she reached up and clung to him as she began to sob hard. Her whole body was racked with them as she tried to form coherent words. She was still filled with his semihard cock, David never full went limp.


"David....he.....I...please.." She couldn't form words still and merely remained clinging to him.

She felt him lift her off the table and begin to carry her to the living room were a couch lay there half wrapped in plastic and laid her on the cushions ripping the rest of the covering away. His eyes were so full of concern and was that loathing and she shivered in the thought that he might have felt she had been in control the whole time when she hadn't been. She slowly rolled ot the back of the couch curling up in a small ball as she continued to cry softly.
 
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David

Sitting beside Amanda, watching her cry, David was wracked by a series of emotions: anger at his powerlessness, fear that they may never regain control over their lives, guilt from the knowledge that he had found the experience pleasurable as well as terrifying. He stroked Amanda's hair and kissed her on top of he head as she lay curled up in a ball.

"I'm sorry," he muttered softly.

"It wasn't your fault," she answered, taking his hand and curling his arm around her, pressing it to her breast, "It was them. I love when you touch me."

"What'll we do?" he asked. "How can I touch you, knowing what they might do?"

"NO, please," she sanswered, pressing his hand against her breast. "Don't let them take you away from me."

"No, never that," he reassured her, squeezing her breast softly and kissing her cheek from behind. "You're stuck with me forever." Amanda laughed at that, lifted his hand and kissed his palm.

"I hope so," she said and curled his hand around her breast

"They seem to be connected to the house, David said, "Maybe we should give it up."

"Never!" Amanda growled. "I'll fight them to the gates of hell first.!" Her nails dug painfully into his hand as she spoke.

"OK," he said wincing. "I'm with you, but lets get away for a couple hours; plan things out where they can't overhear us. Let's get dressed in our newest clothes. No old fashioned stuff."

Amanda had insisted that David stay with her the whole time, watching her in case Janelle took over as she dressed. Only when they drove down their lane, the house receding in the rear view mirror did they both let out a big sigh of relief. Later, in town, they ate in silence, both lost in their own thoughts.

As they walked to the car David watched his wife and sighed. It was no wonder Tom wanted her. She was exquisite with the face and body of a goddess. He'd try to come back from the dead for her, too. Sliding into the car next to her, he asked, "Are you all right?"

"I am now, here with you," she answered and leaned over to kiss him. David returned the kiss and let it linger. Amanda's arm went around him and she held his head in her hands, kissing him more deeply. He slid his hand up to cup her breast as his tongue slid into her mouth. This time it was her, all her and he wanted all of her. she pushed him slowly away. "Oh, that was nice," she smiled, but lets get out of town. No sense giving anybody a free show." David laughed and pulled the car into the street. there were a lot of quiet country roads between the town and their haunted house.
 
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