Spying On His Wife And Her Lover— From The Beyond

Ghost Cuck part two: How could he resist her?

Read part one of the story here:

OK, there some well-known aphorisms that we need to go over before you read the next installment.

“Insanity is doing the same thing over again but expecting different results.”

And “Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice, shame on you.”

Or as George W Bush said it, “Fool me twice, you can’t get fooled again.”

After Danny’s awful night with this Tinder date named Suzy, where he didn’t even get laid but instead got the fright of his life as some sort of supernatural event occurred, he still didn’t know exactly what had happened.

A ghost or a demon or something appeared just as he was about to have an orgasm with the hottest piece of ass he had ever been near in his life. Talk about coitus interruptus!

That’s enough to scar a 26-year-old male for life.

So he had called his mother the next day and told her, “Mom, I think I’m coming home. This town is too messed up.”

His mother was worried about him. She even offered to come down there and help him pack his stuff up. But he told her he was fine and could do it himself. He just needed a week to finish up at work. And then he would drive home to Fresno.

Three days later, he got a text from Suzy.

“I’m so sorry to bother you,” it said. “But you’re the only one I can turn to. I have to get it out of here. Can you please help me?”

He left it on read for a while.

Two or three hours while he finished up his shift at Starbucks.

On the way home he started thinking of her breasts. He had never actually touched perfect breasts before. And her eyes. Beautiful women — models and so on — they have that look in their eyes, don’t they? “I’m beautiful!” the eyes say. “Really beautiful!”

So he had already fantasized about being back in that mansion, having his way with this goddess, at least five times — to fruition.

It’s not so surprising, then, that the supernatural part, the bad and frightening part of the experience, receded to the back of his mind.

“Maybe it was my imagination,” he told himself.

And in the foreground of his mind, this delightful female, smiling at him, hypnotizing him with her eyes. He wanted her again!

He finally texted her. “What do you need?”

Now it was his turn to wait. He went home after work, made himself a quesadilla, and sat down to a night of TV. Around ten the text came.

“Can you come over?” she texted. “Now? I really need your help moving this thing out.”

“What thing?” he texted.

“You’ll see. Nothing bad, I promise,” she said.

So by the time the clock struck eleven he was back on the bird streets, trying to find that Mockingbird Lane again. And there it was.

He pressed the buzzer at the gate, which swung open, and he drove in.

“I can’t believe I’m coming back here,” he thought, suddenly remembering how the hair had stood up on the back of his neck and how he had felt the presence of something… not alive.

Just as he was about to swing his car into a U-turn and get the hell out of there, he saw her opening the giant door.

There was no sexy outfit, negligee, bustier or anything like that. She was in a shirt and jeans and had gloves on, like work gloves.

She looked even sexier like this — her hair a bit mussed. Her brow a bit sweaty. She’d been working.

“Thanks, Danny, I mean it,” she said, coming out to greet him at the car.

He got out and she grabbed his hand and walked him into the house. He felt calmed by her hand. His heart stopped pounding so hard.

“It’s so heavy,” she said. “I pushed it all the way to the back door, but I couldn’t lift it to get it out.”

She led him to the back of the house. There in the living space in front of two French doors that led out to the deck and the pool, was a life-size statue of the “ghost.”

“Johnathan?” he said.

It wasn’t a very good likeness, Danny thought, but then he couldn’t remember exactly what the ghost’s face looked like. He glanced up at the paintings to remind himself, and was surprised to see they were not there. Well, they were there — he realized after a disoriented second — but they were all turned around and displaying only the backs of the frames.

“Yes,” she said. “I think this is the source of the disturbance. You see, I turned all the pictures and photos of him to the wall. That’s what a poltergeist expert told me to do.”

“Uh huh,” he said. “Like a ghostbuster.”

“Hey, you can be snarky if you want, but you weren’t such a wise-ass when you went running out of the bedroom, Danny. There was something in the room, you saw it.”

“I saw something,” he said. “That’s true.”

“And if you help me lift this and get it into the back, I think that will help keep the ghost out,” she said.

And so they lifted together and hoisted that big sculpture out onto the deck, by a pool which Danny noticed was sorely lacking in chlorine. The water was all green with some little fishes or something swimming in it. The grass back there wasn’t taken care of either. The place was decaying and overgrown.

“Alright, there’s one more thing upstairs, come on,” she said.

She grabbed his hand and led him upstairs.

“This thing was too big for me to turn around by myself,” she said, gesturing to the enormous painting of Johnathan in the little blue g-string, and her in the sexy negligee she had actually worn the other night.

“Let’s just take it down together and leave it on the floor, turned to the wall,” she said.

They reached up on either side and took the painting down. Once it was turned around and facing the wall, she seemed visibly relieved.

“Oh God, thank you so much,” she said. “I feel so much better already, don’t you?”

She came up to Danny, held both his hands and looked at him so sweetly, he forgot all his fears and misgivings and plans to move back to Fresno and he just wanted to be right there in front of her, holding her hands and gazing into her strange green eyes for the rest of his life.

“Now that Jonathan can’t see what I’m doing any more,” she continued, and he noticed her voice had shifted slightly toward the weird again. “He can’t see me kiss you, another man, a man my own age, in his very bedroom.”

She put her lips on his and gave him the softest, loveliest kiss. He wanted it to last forever. He felt like he was stepping into a relaxing warm bath made of her lips and tongue, her taste, her delicious scent, lemony and musk at the same time. But she pulled back.

“And he can’t see me taking you by the hand and leading you over to his bed. The bed he made such a big deal about. You have no idea how much this bed cost, Danny, it cost twenty thousand dollars. Can you imagine spending so much on a mattress! Ha!”

He sat down next to her on the bed.

“It’s a nice mattress,” he said, and he heard his own voice like it was the voice of another person, as though he was falling slowly into a hypnotic trance as she continued.

“And he can’t see me pulling off your t-shirt and biting my lip as I look at a young man’s body, such nice muscles, not like his, he can’t see me kissing your arms like this, and your pecs, and working my way down, and unbuttoning my belt. Ha, I bet he’d love to watch me unbelt a young man in his bedroom, on his bed, and pull a hot young hunk’s pants off like this. And then his briefs.”

She pulled off Danny’s briefs and threw them on the floor next to his pants. He was as hard as that marble statute he’d just moved outside.

“Oh my! Wouldn’t he like to see that nice statue,” she said, holding his cock in both hands. “Now that’s a sculpture. That’s something worth keeping. The huge cock of a nice sexy young stud, Jonathan. Too bad you can’t see that. And now, your wife is going to suck it hard.”

She gave Danny a very vigorous blow job then. Sucking and biting down and really ramming it in the back of her throat. Finally she came up for air, coughing.

“Oh Jonathan, you couldn’t see, but that was really a deep throat, cough, cough,” she said. “I can’t take him all the way down, he’s too big!”

Then she pulled her own shirt and pants and underwear off and jumped on the bed nude.

“Eat my pussy, baby,” she said. “Taste what used to be his. Ha. It’s yours now. All yours. Feast on it, baby.”

Well, this was interesting. Danny did as she instructed, and went down on the beautiful woman. “It tastes like a regular pussy,” he thought, slightly surprised. When you go to bed with someone of this level of physical attractiveness, you know, a model type, a real babe, you might expect her pussy to taste like flowers or something. But no, it tasted pretty much like Danny’s three previous girlfriend’s pussies. Fine. But…then, as he licked and she became more aroused, he did begin to taste something, oh my gosh, there WAS something different about her pussy. As it became more moist, the scent of the pussy started working on his brain, intoxicating him, it tasted like wine, yes! She had a rosé pussy. Not white wine, not red wine, but something in between. And maybe a little effervescent. Like a rosé Prosecco. He wanted more, more, more of this taste. He lapped her harder and faster, now like a dog he was lapping this pussy, and exclaiming, “Oh god, oh god, so good!”

“He’s tasting it, Jonathan,” she said then. “You can’t see but he’s getting that taste you told me about when you went down on me, the special ambrosia. He’s licking up my secret sauce, Jonathan, and you can’t do anything to stop it. I’m doing what I want now, and I’m not afraid of you. You can’t control me. I’m…I’m…I’m...I’m going to cum! Jonathan, you can’t see me grabbing the fucking sheets but Jesus Christ! I’m cumming! AHHHHH!”

She came for a good minute. He’d never experienced anything like that, and it made him feel proud, and good. And it made him want to fuck her so bad.

He jumped on top of her and put it in. This time he was going to finish what he started. He was going to shoot a load of cum so huge in her that she’d be dripping in cum. Just dripping!

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” she cried. “He’s fucking me so hard, Jonathan, but you can’t see. Ha! You can’t see how hard he’s fucking me…and oh! Jonathan! He’s making. Me. Cum. Again! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! And you can’t see!”

Danny didn’t like all this Jonathan talk, but he did like her cumming, and he wanted to cum with her, so he pushed and pushed and then…

“I can see perfectly well, my dear,” said a voice. “And I like what I see. I like it a lot!”

He looked up in the dim light of the bedroom. There up near the ceiling, something was floating. And flapping. Like a bird? A giant bird?

No, it wasn’t a bird. It was Jonathan, with two giant wings on his back, flapping back and forth. And he was naked, except for the blue g-string. He was smiling at Danny in a really weird way.

Danny snapped out of the trance. The bird started flapping its wings and started moving toward the bed.

“Ah!!!” cried Danny, and he pulled out of Suzy, and ran out of the bedroom with his hands up to protect his face from this bird, and down the stairs he hauled ass. “Ahhhh!”

This was no trick of the light. This was a fucking flying demon with giant fucking wings and it was after him. It was probably right behind him on the stairs. He had to run. He had to get away!!!

Out of breath, at the front door, he stopped. He turned around. He looked up the stairs. And he heard a horrifying sound.

It was laughter.

It was her laughter and the demon’s laughter. They were laughing together.

Danny was pissed. And then again, he was worried. Maybe the demon had put some kind of spell on his beloved Suzy.

Plus, he had forgotten his clothes and was completely naked.

So he decided to walk up the stairs and see what was going on, and get his clothes back before he left his house of horrors and never returned.

As he got close to the top of the stairs he noticed that the laughter had ceased and now there were sighs and moans and cries coming from the bedroom.

He was scared. This couldn’t be good. Sighing. Moaning. The demon was probably devouring her. He had to hurry. Then again, he was scared shitless. He walked slowly. In slow motion. It felt like it took a year to get down the hall, and to look through the open bedroom door where he saw —

The demon on top of Suzy, bare-ass naked now, and thrusting in and out, his wings flapping, and she was sighing in ecstasy as he fucked her.

“Yes, Jonathan, yes, baby, that’s so good…”

What the…?

She looked up at Danny in the doorway.

“Get out, Danny. Get out before it’s too late. Don’t worry about me. Take your clothes and go!”

Danny was frozen.

She screamed it then.

“Get out! Now!”

To be continued — Stay tuned