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The Mad Monk's Progeny

By: RogueAlan



Jeff Winters rolled his eyes but followed his wife's rushed 'tour' through the home. He knew better than to look to the Real Estate agent for help; the woman was already spending the hefty commission she was going to receive. 

"... perfect!" the dark haired young beauty enthused, "There's a view of the lake from the master bedroom... We can go out on a boat anytime we want instead of having to drive someplace." Jeff nodded, admitting to himself at least that would be nice. "I know you love the water... We'll get that boat you've been wanting; the loan won't be that much larger." He winced, but was resigned... if Alex wanted the house, they would get the house. "... are almost perfect," she went on, dragging him in and showing him the deep bubble tub and the walk in shower, "It's been remodeled, and the owners are anxious to sell." 

"OK, OK, babe," Jeff waved his hands in surrender, "I take it you want the house." He loved the way her eyes sparkled when she nodded and smiled at him.

"I'm telling you, it's perfect." Jeff didn't bother looking at the rest of the house.

"You're sure." But he knew the answer already. "You'll let me talk to them... try to at least save us a little money?" But he was relatively confident the agent would assure the owners they WANTED the house... there was little chance they would accept what he wanted to pay. Alex sighed theatrically, but shrugged. He took that to mean she did not care what he did, so long as they got the house. "And you said it's ready to move in?" He looked at the bare room, wondering if she was already planning what would go where. His wife nodded enthusiastically. He shrugged fractionally, gazing out at the big lake again. The boat house looked big enough to store a couple hulls. He found himself debating between a power boat and a pontoon for entertaining or a sleek sailboat." At least there were things about her dream house he could love as well. "Well, keep looking around, while I let the agent know."

***

To Jeff, that day seemed impossibly ideal... His suggestion the price—already reasonable even in the depressed market—was 'ambitious' had not raised an argument. It had been an effort not to react, though, when he had sat down to examine the paperwork; the owners were asking barely half of the amount at which the county had appraised the property. Cautious that the deal might be 'too good to be true,' he had specified the owner would pay for the inspections of his choice by the inspectors he designated, and that the full cost of any repairs would be paid by the owners. 

The agent had made a phone call, astounding him with a lower number than the asking price, AND agreeing to his stipulation. When he cautioned they would need a contingency regarding the sale of their nice but more modest home, the owners had offered to accept a trade at the appraised value of their home. Jeff was pleased they had worked and saved to pay the house off. It was true, he would have listed their home for more, but not much more, and he knew the market was depressed... Accepting their suggestion spared his worrying about having two homes at the same time. And given the current interest rates, he was confident they would pay the entire loan off in less then five years. 

Considering his position was protected, he had signed a contract that day. Where other friends had been living in limbo for more then a year trying to sell their homes, only two weeks after Alex had called that she had found 'her dream home,' the loan was secure, the inspections had come back universally clean, astounding his inspectors and himself, and they were nearly moved in. 

Of course, much of the house looked bare... their last home had been barely half the size of the mansion they now called home. Proud of the fact that his efforts had brought them such success, Jeff climbed the stairs to the second floor, skipping steps as was his habit, to find Alex looking out at the backyard, shaking her head. 

"What's up, babe?" he asked, stepping up and trying to hug her from behind. Alex dodged out of the embrace after only a few seconds. She smiled at him, but there was no 'come hither' invitation. He swallowed a momentary pang at the casual rejection. 

"I can't believe this is home," she swept her hands around, "I mean, sure, we'll have to do some decorating, but..."

"Wait... decorating? I thought this was ready to move in condition?" Jeff tried not to sound too confrontational, but he could see dollars hemorrhaging from their account. Alex pouted.

"That doesn't mean we can't improve things... make this our home." 

"Uhm, that's why we have the pictures we brought," Jeff countered, "I mean, sure, we've got more walls... We can get more, but we don't have to do it right now." Alex shook her head and snorted. 

"It won't be much... There are entire rooms we have to furnish, though," she patted his shoulder briefly, "and now it's time to start that family we've been talking about." He tried to tell himself there was an invitation in that statement, but she had already brushed by him headed for whatever room she was redecorating in her head. 

"I can't believe anyone would have turned this down over some superstitious crap."

"Babe?" he chased after her, "What are you talking about?" He found her staring out the front window of the larger bedroom upstairs. 

"See? Aside from maybe new paint this room is set up... Your son or daughter's bedroom, daddy!"

"Sure," Jeff was not going to be dissuaded, images of Indian burial grounds raising his anxiety level. "What are you talking about superstitions?" Alex laughed, shaking her head dismissively.

"Oh, when I first asked the real estate agent about this listing, she was reluctant to show me. She said several the owners had originally left over concerns the place was haunted. Can you believe that?" she laughed, "Letting silly superstitions keep you from enjoying all of this!" Jeff shrugged. He knew several people who were very serious about the world around them having special powers and properties. He had never really considered it, himself, but did not believe in tempting fate. 

"Uhm, did she say what about it was haunted?" Alex smiled,

"Do I have you worried?" Jeff let an eye roll answer for him. She shook her head, "No, she didn't say anything specific... something about a killing in the original house. But they've almost entirely rebuilt it... The original home was just three rooms downstairs and two rooms upstairs... The old kitchen is now the laundry room, but almost everything else was totally replaced in their renovation." She swept passed him, patting his shoulder again. Jeff tried not to consider how similar it was to petting an obedient family dog. "Don't worry," she assured him, "I won't wake you up to chase off the Bogeyman." Jeff managed a smile, but he had felt an undeniable shiver the moment she had mentioned the house being haunted. Struggling to write it off as an active imagination, Jeff returned his attention to unpacking the various boxes in his den. The overhead light flickered slightly. He made a mental note to bring bulbs to leave in a drawer for when the bulb died all together. He flopped back in the leather chair behind his desk, eyeing the stacks of boxes he had hoped to get through in one day. He had been overly ambitious, he realized, but that was not unusual. 

Leaning back, he looked out at the curving drive, wishing absently his den faced the lake. He wondered if Alex would notice if he slipped out to do some fishing. The tackle had been among the first boxes he had unpacked, and he had quickly assured his wife she had chosen wisely; a few minutes drowning worms after the worst day at work made evenings at home much more enjoyable. Above him, the fan turned slowly. Watching it absently, Jeff mused about just how they had gotten to where they were at. 

Having reached the executive level of his father's corporation before the age of 30, Jeff was kept busy with his job, often arriving home at almost dark. Worse, he usually had more work to do once he and Alex were through with dinner. It had led to the occasional tiff about his 'ignoring her,' but generally Alex realized what he was doing was important, and that he was doing for them... For the family they would have one day. 

Or rather, for the family they were working at having. He had been skeptical when Alex had first mentioned starting a family. Sure, they meant to have kids some day, but he had not been as sure 'now' was the time to begin trying. That said, he had happily anticipated a more active sex life then they had enjoyed since the end of the honeymoon. Jeff was not one to complain, but somehow it seemed unfair to expect sex once a week as being 'generous.' In fact, it rankled whenever she argued he should 'thank her' for 'doing it' that often... he worked hard to make sure she climaxed whenever she did agree to having sex. In the first couple years of their marriage, he had hoped she would be encouraged by his diligence to want to have sex more. So far that hadn't worked. 

Worse, as her goal had shifted from 'together time' to 'baby making time' it'd often proven all but impossible to get her off... she was simply too focused on his 'finishing inside of her' to relax and enjoy the trip. He had been embarrassed at how often she was just laying beneath him urging him on as he finished, and only reluctantly submitting to his 'finishing her' with his fingers or tongue while she lay for whatever amount of time the books and articles she was reading insisted was 'optimal' for her becoming pregnant. 

They'd been trying for several months when she'd called him at work that she'd found the house. Actually, he did not know how long 'they' had been trying, because true to form she had stopped taking the pill without discussing it with him. She had wisely waited to complain she 'wasn't pregnant yet' until a time they were having sex; Jeff found it essentially impossible to be upset with his wife when she was doing THAT to him, and afterwards... Well, after they had finished, it had been obvious enough that was her goal, and since he was not entirely opposed to having rug rats, it had seemed a useless thing to fight about. 

Instead of having more sex to get pregnant, Alex had bought some 'fertility package' online... maybe from the 'Lifetime' channel, Jeff had sometimes mused. She dutifully charted her 'core temperature' three times a day, and would announce when she was 'ready.' For two or three days a month she would frankly demand that they have sex. The rest of the time Jeff was 'on his own.' More than once Jeff had complained he felt like a circus animal, performing on demand. Alex had merely sniffed at that, asking as she sashayed her bare hips on the mattress awaiting his 'joining her' if he was complaining about what he was about to enjoy. And honestly, Jeff was not... how to make his pretty wife understand, though, that what he wanted was more of her, and more spontaneity. 

Such musings were never far from mind as he unpacked. In part, the decision to buy the house had been easy, as had capitulating to whatever 'redecorations' she determined were necessary. He hoped it might temper her single-minded pursuit of a baby. There was plenty of time for that, and just to be sure he had already scheduled a visit with his doctor, just to make sure there was nothing wrong with him. 

"I know, Sheila... It's just perfect. I mean... It's just perfect. Sure, the rooms have to be papered and painted... I'll have to find some antiques for the great room, and it'll take some new window treatments, but it'll be the perfect place to have parties... MOPS, the newcomer's group..."

"No," she shook her head at her friend's question, "Not yet, but it's just a matter of time. I can't wait, I tell you. If we don't get pregnant soon I'll have to consider going overseas to adopt... I want to sit with the other moms our age, talking about what our husbands and kids are doing... I want to be able to go shopping with a daughter or cheer my son on as he runs around on the soccer field." Her friend knew other couples who had gone the adoption route.

"Well, I'm not giving up, yet... It's only been 9 months, and the book said we shouldn't worry until it's been a year... Of course I'm doing it right... No sex except when I'm fertile to keep his counts up... I don't get up for thirty minutes when we're done... Really? I hadn't thought about that... surely ice would mess up sperm, she has to be lying." She shivered at the thought, puzzled for a minute as she watched a shadow move across the room where the wall met the ceiling. "What's that? Where would we adopt? I hadn't really thought it out... I guess there's Korea and China, but I'd probably look at Russia first... It's just, well, I'd miss the whole visit the baby if we did that, you know?" Image was important to Alex Winters. It was not everything, but it was a definite something. She sometimes wondered how who they appeared to be to friends and neighbors could mean so little to Jeff. "I've still got to take my temp this morning," she warned her friend, refocusing on the subject at hand, "I've been unpacking for about three hours, so I'd better go before I screw up all the charts I've been doing... Today could be the day, you know." She giggled at her friend's response, "Oh, not to worry, he's always ready to go when I want... I just have to be a little persuasive sometimes." She listened as her friend responded to that.

"He didn't! You're kidding me! No, Jeff's never been able to just 'go again,' even when we were having sex to have sex... you know, before I could stop worry about ever swallowing again," both women laughed at that. "Well, I guess you're a lucky woman, though frankly, I wouldn't want to encourage him any more that is already true. OK... Sure... Bye now." Alex hung up, turning to lift another stack of clothes from the box she had left open on the bed. She would check her core after she had emptied the box. 

She paused, realizing too late she had forgotten to tell her friend the 'haunted history' of their house. Jeff's response had been hilarious, as if there might really be ghosts in the halls. Besides, if her friend or her other friends believed they might not visit or bring their children once she and Jeff were parents. That simply would not due. 

Alex blinked, realizing she could see her breath in the room. She looked around in surprise; it was almost that cold outside, maybe, but the window was closed; the house had been perfectly warm a minute before. She looked at the gooseflesh on her arms, rubbing them with her hands as she shivered almost violently. The room was simply freezing. There was a brushing sensation over her belly almost to her sex, and Alex gasped, pressing a hand against her skin and finding nothing. She backed away from the bed, rushing to the bathroom. 

By the time she had emptied her bladder she had decided the strange episode had been imagined; she had merely needed to pee. The room was fine when she returned. She made a note of her core temperature, glancing at the rough curve... The next weekend, she guessed, confident Jeff would be happy to hear that. Putting the binder back in her nightstand drawer, she resumed unpacking, trying to decide which room to redecorate first.

***

Even though Jeff had been obliged to go in to work twice during his week off, things were mostly unpacked by the next Friday night. Nothing important had been broken or lost in the move. Every room was bigger as well as nicer. When she had asked snuggling against him for a moment before rolling away to fall asleep, Jeff had assured Alex it did feel like home. And that the hideously expensive 'now' job that had been done on every room of the ground floor admittedly looked nice. Alex had been irate that the light floral print paper she had chosen for the great room had been unavailable, but Jeff had been relieved, since that had meant they had saved a little money. 

In fact, the only time he had complained about her spending had been more then effective; when Alex had complained about his going in to work Thursday afternoon, he had shrugged, reminding her his work was how she was getting everything she wanted in her new home. He doubted that argument would work again, but silencing her even once had left him smiling for the rest of the day. 

He had grilled bacon wrapped filets on the grill while Alex tossed a salad and prepared scalloped potatoes from a box. With bread from the local grocery and a bottle of wine she had chosen, Jeff had thoroughly enjoyed his last evening of vacation. Afterwards, Alex had insisted he go relax in the den while she did the dishes and prepared dessert. 

For once, Jeff did not have extra work to do. He booted the computer, intent on searching the daily bargains at Amazon and eBay, and maybe taking a peek at whatever skin was being flashed on Sherm's Shack that day. He frowned as the screen flickered, filled with static, then froze, two somehow gleaming black spots projected over the reflection of his eyes in the screen. 

"What the?" Reaching down, Jeff hard booted the desktop, "That's weird... Have to make sure the virus protection is updated," he muttered. Strangely, the screen didn't go dark. Jeff sat up, reaching for the monitor power button.

"Honey?" He turned his attention to the doorway as Alex appeared. She smiled at his open mouth, leaning seductively against the doorframe. "Guess what, babe?" Jeff stood up, smiling. His wife was wearing a white bustier with matching stockings and three inch heels. 

"So this is dessert?" he laughed. Alex crooked a finger.

"It's time, baby... I'm yours however you want, as often as you want, for the next seventy two hours. Now, come make me a mommy." Neither saw the image shift on the screen, a photorealistic expression of Alex, reclining in the arms of a stopped man with wild black hair and a filthy, unkempt beard, breasts bare, head back, mouth open in ecstasy. As Alex caught Jeff's hand, giggling happily at his reaction and leading the way down the hall to the master bedroom, the image pulsed, burning the outline in on the screen before fading to black.

"Seriously, babe?" Jeff tried to hide his irritation, "It's hard to snuggle like that..." Alex shrugged, hitching her naked hips for a moment to reposition the pillows keeping her pelvis raised. She had already pushed him away when he had tried to administer the coup d'grace, obviously irritated he wasn't content with what he had enjoyed.

"You know why I'm doing this," she countered tiredly, "I don't know why you're complaining... we had sex... You got off." He gritted his teeth visibly at that.

"I want to get you off, too, dammit." She waved a dismissive hand.

"That's not what I meant, you know I think you're a great lover." Jeff rolled his eyes... He didn't believe that was wrong... he also didn't believe she meant it saying it that way. Things had started off, so well, too, he lamented. She had been playful like when they were just married; the lingerie had been a great start. Of course, lingerie never lasted very long. In less then a minute it had been strewn across the floor as they kissed and caressed. He had moved his mouth down to lick and suck at her nipples, relishing the low moans and the way her body undulated at his touch as her arousal built. 

She had been wet when he slipped his fingers down over her neatly trimmed pussy, teasing her clit, which was already aroused, then dipping lower between her swollen labia. Sighing, Alex had tilted her pelvis, welcoming his exploring fingers. 

"I want you," she had husked, "Fuck me, now." Her hands had been busy freeing his aching cock from his jeans. He had paused long enough to release the snap and step out of the well worn denim, moving up onto the bed between her spread thighs. "Ohhh!" her moan had urged him on as he thrust into her ready sex. Anxious to prolong their pleasure, Jeff had held back, stroking in and out fully but slowly, kissing and licking and sucking while bracing on one hand to grope the opposite breast, tweaking Alex's erect nipple with his thumb. She had panted and whined, urging him on, hands grabbing his ass, pulling him against her, urging him to thrust faster. 


The Mad Monk's Progeny



After several minutes he had tried to stop,

"Wait, babe... let's change it up..."

"Nooo," she shook her head, bucking up at his next thrust, "Don't stop... I want it... Cum, baby... Cum inside of me." Jeff had not continued to argue... Past experience had been proof enough she was not going to be 'interested' in being on top, something she'd once obviously enjoyed in reverse cowgirl in the days before babymaking became the only reason for intercourse. She certainly was not going to agree to doggie, having complained bitterly the one time she had agreed and he had finished in that position that it was 'running out too fast' as she had flipped onto her back once again. 

At least they were on top of the covers, for a change... Alex was typically unnecessarily modest, insisting they have sex under the covers. Unfortunately for Jeff, being able to see his wife and her response to what he was doing to her built his own excitement. True, she'd shuddered and moaned several times, a sure sign she was having a small climax or was at least truly enjoying it, but he knew she hadn't REALLY climaxed... When that happened she would go still, more pointedly demanding that he 'finish up.'

So he had tried to ignore his wife's flushed skin and taut nipples, struggling to focus on baseball box scores and then repeating the Pledge of Allegiance in his head as he thrust at her with growing urgency. Hearing the catch in her breath, the start of a cry, he had gasped, burying himself fully and cutting loose, intent on cumming together. But she had not climaxed with him... Had she been setting him up, faking the cry to hurry him up, he found himself wondering, hating that he could imagine she would do that, and that she could do it so effectively. 

From the calm way she went about arranging the pillows to trap his spend in her womb, Jeff reluctantly wondered if she had ever really enjoyed sex, or at least sex with him. It was also depressing that he was used to that being the way sex between them ended. He drifted to sleep, wishing he could find the key to reigniting the passion he remembered her showing once upon a time. 

When the egg timer Alex kept on he nightstand rang, she wriggled off of the stacked pillows, cupping her sex as she waddled into the bathroom. Once upon a time Jeff had brought warm washcloths so she could clean up in bed, but for months she had felt increasingly ignored. The moment they finished having sex, he would roll over and fall asleep. He had even complained about the sex after they had finished that night. If she did not need him to keep screwing her so she could have a baby... She shook her head and sighed, realizing they had both been on edge. She knew he loved her, and she loved him... This making a baby was so stressful. 

She considered what she had talked to her friend about... maybe an adoption would be the way to go. Then she could stop all the crazy charting of her temperature and actually concentrate on enjoying sex again. Just the thought of actually getting off caused a sharp quiver of arousal as she wiped her sex clean. She slipped into the thin paisley robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door and collected the towels, dropping them into the hamper which she carried down the hall to the laundry room. She was embarrassed at her arousal so quickly after she and Jeff had just been having sex. She had taken to applying some Astroglide before asking Jeff if he was ready. She was relieved he had not noticed, sure he would take it personally. Honestly, though, the stress of trying to get pregnant, of having to have sex just when it was right, was less then exciting. When she did find herself aroused, the urge to masturbate had become almost too much to ignore. She knew nothing was wrong with playing with herself... Jeff did most days whether or not they had sex, though she carefully pretended not to know. Her parents had been strict Catholics, though, and she could not deny feeling a little guilt whenever she...

Putting such thoughts out of her mind, the thin, raven haired young woman deftly sorted the clothes, putting the whites in and adding soap and bleach after the water was filling the tub. She closed the lid, bending to replace the heavy bleach container beneath the sink, when hands caught her waist. 

Surprised, she gasped and grabbed the edge of the cabinet for support as her robe was yanked up, baring her ass. A second later, Jeff was thrusting into her from behind. She tried to tell him to stop, that they should be doing it in the bedroom with her on her back. All that escaped was a low groan. She shuddered, amazed that he was hard again... and that he was interested in doing it in such an unusual place. His passion ignited her smoldering need. Gripping the edges of the vanity, she pushed back, moaning in pleasure as he pumped into her steadily. It was the way she remembered sex... maybe better, as long as it had been since they had fucked like this... She cried out, begging him to keep going, and was delighted when he did, realizing his earlier climax had obviously left him ready to go longer. They rutted together steadily, and she shivered and cried out again in another strong orgasm within the first three minutes of their coupling. Part of her wished Jeff would stop so she could sit up... She imagined leaning over the now running washer might provide even more stimulation, but it felt too good for her to complain. She struggled for breath, panting as she egged him on, telling him how good it felt, how much she'd missed it. Only after she was whining and cumming again did he finally cut loose as well. She moaned hoarsely as she felt the heat of his jism pulsing into her more strongly than before. 

He pulled out as quickly as he'd thrust into her, and she sank to her knees, cupping her sex with a trembling hand, aware she should go back to the pillows, but too deliciously exhausted to do it for a few minutes. When she did manage to waddle into the bedroom, Jeff was back where she'd left him, asleep on top of the covers. Smiling at the memory of what they had shared, she settled carefully onto the pillows again, wondering if maybe their shared passion would provide the magic that had been missing... Maybe that would get her pregnant. Unusual, even in her quest to have a child, Alex fell asleep like that, pleasantly exhausted by the string of orgasms, without bothering to clean up again.

***

Alex groaned, recognizing from the light hitting her face it was morning. She was a little surprised to find her pelvis remained elevated on the pillows; her feet were asleep. Wiggling her toes, she pressed a hand on her sex, her first thought a memory of what Jeff had done to her the night before. Smiling, she felt her body's arousal... the feminine equivalent of 'morning wood.' 

She sat up, still working the sensation back into her feet, and gingerly padded into the bathroom. Jeff was in the shower, humming to himself. She dismissed the momentary temptation to join him for a quickie, grabbing the robe that had somehow found its way back to the hook on the door before heading to the kitchen to make coffee. 

The windows faced west, leaving the spacious kitchen in deep shadow, but as was her habit, she did not bother with the light... grabbing the coffee container and filters, then turning the water on to fill the coffee maker. 

When the machine began to burble she opened the cabinet, grabbing out two mugs and the sugar container, as well, turning to set them on the table. A hand pressed against the small of her back, pinning her against the table, forcing her down onto the smooth, cool surface. Her gasp of surprise became a giggle as another hand eagerly lifted the back of her robe, baring her ass, while her feet were gently kicked apart, spreading her stance, opening her for Jeff's thrust. 

"Yesss!" she groaned, amazed to find she was truly thoroughly wet even on his first thrust. Her nipples ached they grew hard so quickly against the unyielding table top. Jeff's hand slid up between her shoulder blades, firmly pinning her in place as he hammered into her. Alex moaned again, delighted her husband had liked their little exchange the night before enough to want an encore. She shivered, cumming in less then a minute, amazed at how big he felt thrusting steadily into her from behind. Her climax echoed and was repeated, Jeff never slowing his thrusting. Alex wanted to stop him so she could turn to look up at him... kiss him. She was not about to complain, though... It felt simply amazing as his pumping hips steadily drove him into her. 

"Oh God, again!" she husked, as a third strong orgasm crested and broke. That seemed to be her husband's cue. She was sure she heard him, voice pitched low, a growled foreign word, as his heat burst deep inside of her. He held himself buried, and Alex was amazed as she felt him continue to pulse into her until it felt as if her sex was getting heavy with his seed. The image touched the maternal urges she had been following, triggering a final languorous climax. Eyes closed, Alex sighed, murmuring in a mixture of gratitude and protest when Jeff stepped back, sliding out of her before padding silently out of the room. 

"Well that's a tempting breakfast." Alex jumped at Jeff's voice as he strode into the kitchen, dressed for work. She blinked... She was still draped over the table, legs spread, robe thrown over her back. She could feel their mingled fluids flowing steadily down her inner thighs, and felt a flash of embarrassment at the thought a puddle might be forming beneath her. As quickly she remembered what she was supposed to be doing with those fluids. Cursing herself for falling asleep, she scrambled up, cupping a hand over her sex and rushing past her puzzled but smiling husband.

"It's your fault, lover," she chided, adding, "I guess I'm more tired then I thought... I'm going to lay down." And as she reached the door to the bedroom, she called back, "The coffee should be ready by now... thanks, babe!" Giggling, Alex collapsed on the bed, wriggling to get 'into position' on the pillows. She could not believe she had fallen asleep like that. 

Shaking his head, Jeff wondered if he would ever understand Alex. She looked for all the world like he remembered from the days when their sex had been inspired and spontaneous. The coffee was still perking, filling the carafe, so he turned the alarm off and retrieved the morning paper, perusing the business and sports sections as he nursed two cups of coffee and the English muffin he toasted while enjoying the first mug. He was a little surprised when Alex did not come back out... It had looked like she wanted more sex... Apparently it was a little teasing so he would come home hungry for more that night. 

Friday night Jeff was a little puzzled when he got home. He was later than he had hoped to be, but instead of finding Alex pissy about dinner being ruined, he found her asleep on the bed, her hips still elevated on the 'post-coital' pillows. Even so, she looked undeniably sexy, eyes half open, as if hazed with lust, the nipples capping her pert breasts fully erect, begging for his attention. 

Alex gasped when he bent to kiss her, eyes flashing wildly for a moment as she processed what was going on. He tried to hide his disappointment when she covered her pretty breasts with a hand and sat up, looking toward the windows. 

"Oh my God," she paused, looking around the room, "What time is it."

"It's almost 7," Jeff told her, "I'm sorry I'm late... I hadn't expected you would've turned in for the night already... Are you OK?" Alex waved off his concern.

"Of course, silly, I guess... I guess I was just more tired after this morning than I thought." Jeff nodded. She stretched, baring her breasts again, and not bothering to cover them, to his delight and no small surprise. "I had the strangest dream."

"Yeah?" She nodded.

"You had a beard... A long scraggly thing like you were a biker..." Jeff laughed. 

"You sure it was me?" Alex blushed.

"I sure hope so," she answered, "The way you were chasing me around the house... and catching me..." her voice trailed off, a hand dipping between her legs. She blinked and stood up abruptly, "I have to pee." Jeff shook his head at his wife's non-sequitur. He walked into the smaller of the paired walk-in closets, changing out of his suit. When he came out, Alex was mostly dressed. He paused, more then a little surprised to realize she was not wearing a bra. 

"Shall we go out to dinner?" he asked, expecting her to decline, if only because they were in her precious 'seventy-two hour' zone. 

"That sounds good," she agreed, "How about... that new steak house you like?" Jeff nodded, expecting her to change from the jeans and T-shirt she had chosen. She looked at him strangely when he asked if she was ready. "Of course," she frowned, "Why wouldn't I be?" He shrugged, secretly pleased to see she was coming out of her shell a bit. 

By the end of dinner, Jeff was watching Alex even more closely. He wondered if she was finally pregnant, she was behaving so differently. Not badly; but not like his wife. She laughed without concern for the people around them, leaned against him as they waited, touching him frequently while they talked over dinner. And she ate... ordering the strip steak, instead of something Vegan or fish. She drank, downing four glasses of more robust red wines as compared to the fruity whites she usually selected. 

When Jeff asked about the alcohol, as she had been refusing alcohol during her 'fertile period' in the past months, she shrugged, pointing out it 'hadn't worked yet,' and adding that she was thinking maybe being a little 'more relaxed about it' would work. 

So it was a curious Jeff who changed for bed and lay down, more then a little aroused at the prospect of making love to his new and improved wife, only to have her pat his chest and assure him he did not have to 'do stud service that night.' Giggling drunkenly, she assured him there was plenty of time for them to have fun that weekend. And when he tried to push the issue, she groused that she had 'told him later,' so Jeff reluctantly got out of bed and headed for the den and the internet's ready supply of pornography. 

Alex lay in the darkened bedroom, wondering at her behavior since Jeff had arrived home. She had been amazed when he woke her... she could not remember the last time she had slept through an entire day unless she was ill. And the movies she had been experiencing... what she had not told Jeff was she had basically dreamed they had been having sex non-stop throughout the day. In fact, her body ached as if she really had been having sex. So as much as she still wanted to be pregnant, she was almost relieved when Jeff listened and left to masturbate in his den. 

Although she was more than tipsy and felt tired enough to sleep for another day, sleep was slow to come. Fumbling on Jeff's nightstand, she found the remote and turned the television mounted on the wall on, selecting 'Dancing With the Stars' and watching through half-closed eyelids as the contestants took their turns. At one point she giggled—it seemed as if she was watching herself and the Jeff of her dreams that day spinning and twirling across the floor for the judges. Her breath caught, nipples almost snapping erect, her sex lubricating at the lingering image of her husband tipping her back, lips brushing her bare neck, strong fingers slipping down her side to cup her firm ass. Eyes opening at the real image that had replaced the television show, Alex reached blindly for the remote, wanting to pause it, to prove to Jeff what she was seeing. 

When she pressed the button to freeze the television, it flickered and went off. In the next second, the covers were yanked away from her. Strong hands slipped beneath her back and ass, easily spinning her onto her stomach. She felt the weight of Jeff shifting on the bed as his hands slipped forward on her waist, pulling her up onto her knees, and back onto his jutting erection. He held himself steady, using his hands to force Alex, twitching and moaning, back and forth on his jutting erection. 

Her body settled into the rhythm of the tempo he had selected, letting Jeff bring his hands up to cup her breasts, pinching her aroused, sensitive nipples. Alex shuddered, crying out as she came. Before the tremors of her own release had ebbed, she felt Jeff hump against her a second before he was exploding inside of her. She cried out, her own orgasm responding to his, leaving her panting, barely awake or aware. 

Jeff was gone, but only after helping her to roll and get positioned on the pillows. The urge to keep having sex threatened to overwhelm her need to lie still. Eventually the power of her own need ebbed. 

Sometime later the bed shifted. Jeff was coming to bed. She felt his erection pressing at her from behind, but reached back slapping him away gently, 'Too tired,' she slurred, 'You already ruined that for tonight.' Jeff hesitated, then rolled to his back, deftly working an arm beneath her head, pleased when she did not immediately complain or roll away. Maybe things were looking up. As his eyes closed, though, he paused, blinking momentarily at what had seemed to be visible on the screen... an image of his wife, mouth wide, bent at the waist, begging for more as Jeff, flowing beard draped over his left shoulder, thrust into her from behind. He stared at the dark glitter of the eyes of the him on the television, shuddering at a nameless horror as a cruel laugh echoed in his mind. Then nothing.

***

Alex grimaced, wondering at her sore neck, until she realized she had fallen asleep on Jeff's arm. She looked up at the ceiling, still almost totally hidden by the dark. It was early. She shifted, eyes going wide at the sensation of dried cum rubbing between her thighs. She sat up, disgusted that two days in a row she had not bothered to clean herself... her mother would be mortified if she knew. 

Alex padded across the carpet to the bathroom, wincing at the cold tile, and by feel started to fill the bubble tub. She relieved herself, then eased into the tub, letting the rising water claim her chilled, bare skin. She reached up, dragging a fresh wash cloth into the steaming water, then wringing it out to drape over her eyes as she relaxed. 

When the bubbles started she murmured in surprise; she had not meant to wake Jeff. The steady hum of the pump filled her ears, as the touch of the frothing, bubbling water brought her nipples erect. Smiling absently, Alex ran her hands down over her flat stomach, past the edges of her trimmed pubic hair, to wipe away the remnants of the prior night's lovemaking. 

Though she had realized Jeff was awake when he started the tub's jets, his presence in the tub and specifically between her legs was a surprise. Her gasp was muffled as his hands caught her waist, pulling her half under the water, her mouth filling with the swirling bubbling water in the same moment her husband thrust his erect cock easily into her welcoming sex. She arched her back and sighed, delighted at how perfect he felt moving inside of her... She wondered if he could always do that, giggling at the possible ways they could make a living screwing endlessly in the Jacuzzi. 

Before another minute had passed, though, such thoughts were gone; her total focus was on the her still building, aching need. Jeff thrust into her steadily, but more slowly then the night before, clearly enjoying the coupling, anxious to draw it out. But Alex wanted to cum... Needed to orgasm, she understood with a pang of desperation. She hunched deeper in the water, mouth beneath the surface for seconds at a time, hips pumping as she tried to get Jeff to take her harder... to make her his own. Realizing she wanted that... wanted to give herself to him totally, seemed to release whatever had been delaying her climax. Her scream was lost under water as Jeff pulled her deeper, looming over her, still thrusting, pushing deeper... harder... She surfaced, still cumming, gasping for breath, and shivered as she felt the now familiar pulse of him, filling her up. The sensation triggered another climax, as she fought to remember if she had been able to feel it when Jeff climaxed before they'd tried to make a baby. It did not really matter... all that mattered at that moment was the pleasure they were sharing.




The Mad Monk's Progeny



She lay panting in the tub for a long time after Jeff lifted himself, slipping out of her and leaving the tub. She was sure there would be water all over the floor, but the water felt too good to leave. 

"You're up early," Jeff teased from the doorway, "And my what a mess you've made..." Alex sat up, peeling the washcloth off of her eyes. The floor was wet all right... She giggled, the paused, realizing Jeff was leaning against the doorway, totally dry. Her eyes darted to his towel, still hanging unused on the bar beside the shower stall. She looked again... Jeff was completely dry, so how...? Pressing a hand between her legs, against her still tingling sex, Alex found herself wondering what was happening to her. Jeff stepped far enough into the puddle water to lean down and kiss her. 

"Sorry, babe, but I've got to go into the office for awhile. I promise I'll be home before lunch. If you run in to troubles working out back just let me know or stop and we'll get it when I'm back." She nodded, and then he was gone. 

Too soon, the room was bright with late morning light. Alex stood up, admitting the water was by then cold. Stepping out, she pulled the towels off of the bars, dropping them to soak up the water still on the floor, giggling at forgetting to keep one back for herself. Instead, she grabbed the hand towel and began to dry off, pausing to look at her reflection in the mirror. 

She was proud of her body... pert, high breasts that weren't maybe as big as many women, but which didn't require a bra. She shook her head, wondering why she had worn them for so long... as well as panties. Her eyes lingered on her nipples, tan against her pale white skin. They stood up, partially aroused, she assumed from the touch of the cold air. As she ran her hands down her sleek sides to the swell of her hips, Alex looked at her reflection in the mirror, thought fading as she fixed on the dark smudges where her eyes should have been...

Alex was puzzled to find herself in the heavy bushes at the back of their yard. The stone wall separating the neighboring property was close enough to touch. Looking down, she realized she was weeding... wondered how long she had been out there. She had not put her watch on, and paused as her attention wandered to her clothes... She wore a plain white T-shirt, and noticed her nipples were faintly visible, thanks to the sheen of sweat soaking the cotton fabric. She was surprised to find she had chosen a denim mini-skirt rather than the shorts she would usually have donned. She smiled un-self-consciously, aware from the touch of the air between her legs she had neglected the confining, pointless encumbrance of panties, as well as a bra. Based on the weeds filling the trash sack she held in one hand, she had been working for some time. She blinked at the momentary image of Jeff roaring as he thrust into her from behind, right there in the yard, not caring if the neighbors were watching... 

Her body responded, nipples tenting the cotton top, labia flushing, fluids beginning to flow. Suddenly worried the neighbors might see, she crouched, looking around before realizing she was deep in the thick brush hiding the dividing wall from the house. She was not sure Jeff would even be able to see her when he got home. 

In the next moment, though, hands were pushing the edges of her skirt up her thighs. She sighed in pleasure, standing up, leaning back against Jeff's broad chest as his hand rose to firmly grope her breasts, pinching her nipples. Giggling at the insistent pressure of his hands when they dropped to her waist once more, Alex bent forward, keeping her legs straight, spreading them, and caught hold of the trunk of the young Birch before her. She threw her head back, moaning encouragement as Jeff thrust into her. They coupled hurriedly, his breath huffing behind her, hands holding her waist as she panted and twitched, struggling not to cry out for fear someone would hear. At some point she dropped to her knees, and Jeff followed her down, never slipping from her impossibly aroused sex. 

Before he finished, her pleasure was enough she'd stopped worrying about who might hear as she begged Jeff to fuck her harder, and to get her off. He came when she did, sighing loudly while holding himself inside of her. When he'd calmed, he thrust against briefly, eliciting a groan of surprise as somehow her body began to respond again. Alex sagged to the moss covered, the motion pulling Jeff's thrusting member free of her sex. When he did not push into her again, Alex groped between her legs, cupping a hand over her still open sex, trapping the fluid threatening to leak from her sex. It was a struggle to get up with just the one hand, part of her aware she needed to get back to the bed for the appropriate 'womb time.'

Alex was a little surprised Jeff wasn't still out back with her. She looked around, puzzled, but didn't linger, in part worried a neighbor might wonder why she was wandering about with her hand against her crotch. She got back into the house, pausing in renewed surprise upon finding Jeff standing in the kitchen, still dressed in his suit from work. He eyed her strange gait as she straightened, blushing at her appearance. 

"What happened to you?" he asked, "Get into the poison ivy?" Alex rolled her eyes.

"As if you don't know. I have to go lie down now. She passed him, holding her thighs together to keep the fluids trapped. Halfway down the hall, she called back, "It was great, but next time help me out when you're finished."

"That's why I'm here?" Jeff called back, sounding puzzled, "I thought we were going to work in the yard together."

"Oh, you've plowed my field, already," she laughed, then settled on the bed, wondering how he had managed not to look mussed at all. Seeing the mud and twigs on the bedding, she reluctantly added laundry to her 'to do' list. 

Jeff wisely left his wife alone, though he was puzzled at just what she had been doing that had left her so smeared with dirt. The way she had been walking, he wondered if she had fallen out of one of the trees and had had the wind knocked out, but he could not understand why she would have been up in the tree in the first place. He went out, finding where she had been weeding, but there was no ready explanation, just the marks where she had been kneeling, feet apart, he assumed to lean forward and pull the tenacious vines out of the ground cover. 

He momentarily flashed on what could have been, if he had gotten home a few minutes sooner. The idea of coming up behind her while she was pulling the weeds, of roughly taking her... making her his own. He shivered and reached down to adjust his swelling erection. It was not his usual fantasy, but it was having an effect, he had to admit. Closing his eyes, he could actually see Alex panting and whining, thrusting back at him as he took her with practiced ease...

Jeff stumbled back into the house, intent on taking advantage of his wife's 'seventy two hour policy.' As he reached the door to their bedroom, though, he heard the soft sound of her snoring. Sighing, he retreated to his den. He was more then a little amazed she had not demanded more sex, considering it was 'the time.' It remained a bitter irony that when he wanted to have sex, she was indisposed. He tried to reassure himself... later she would undoubtedly want some. He smiled, making a mental note to recall the backyard fantasy when the time came...

Alex got up, cleaned up, and went past the den on the way to the kitchen. She saw Jeff, his eyes glued to the screen, face pale in the blue light of the LCD monitor. She pursed her lips, guessing what he was looking at. Part of her seethed that he was more interested in the damn computer then her. They had argued about it before, and he would stay away from the damn computer for a few days or weeks, only to slip back. As much as she wanted to be angry about it, though, Alex found she could not really work up a righteous snit. It puzzled her, as much as the random thought that he deserved to look at naked women if he wanted. 

She paused, asking if she had really just thought that... Considered that if she wanted his attention she should do something... show herself off, entice him. She blushed—that was decidedly not what she had been raised to do. Glancing at her clothes, a fresh button front blouse and a print skirt, but still no bra or panties, she giggled that she was already almost showing herself off. 

She found herself wondering if Jeff was maybe ready to go again, scandalized that she was about to go seduce her husband in his den, and undeniably excited at the knowledge, as well. The dinner she had planned to begin was forgotten as she reversed course in the hall, stepping into the doorway of Jeff's den as she had done a couple days before. Somehow this felt different, though... Before she had meant to entice him, but had felt no real arousal or need. Watching as his eyes moved up her body, she shivered, unable to deny that this time she was almost burning up with desire. 

"Babe?" Jeff sat back in his chair, smiling at her.

"Sorry if I was... pissy," she pouted, rubbing a bare knee against the doorjamb, "I thought maybe I'd make it up to you." He smiled.

"Oh really?" She bit her lip and nodded.

"Mm-hmmm," reaching down, she caught the hem of the short skirt and lifted it, showing herself off, "If you're interested, that is..." Jeff blinked, obviously surprised at the change in her attire. It had been obvious she wasn't wearing a bra, but 'going commando?' He smiled more broadly, amazed and delighted. He felt himself beginning to get hard. 

"Why don't you come over here and find out?" The delighted giggle that escaped Alex's throat was another surprise. He watched in growing excitement and continued surprise as she eagerly pranced around his desk, skirt still hiked, showing herself off.  

"OK, big boy..." Too late, he realized she would see what he had been looking at... a FreeOnes video clip of Tanya James as a schoolgirl being taken on the teacher's desk. Instead of reacting angrily or jealously, Alex giggled again, maneuvering the mouse to play the clip again. "Oh, so this is what you want?" she teased, moving her hand to Jeff's crotch, "This is what gets you hard?"

"No," he answered honestly, "You're what gets me hard..." She smiled at that, leaning back on his desk as he stood, finding himself between her legs. Her fingers scrabbled at his pants, eager to free his ready cock. 

"Mm, good, baby," she cooed, one hand moving to spread her bare labia, exposing her aroused pink as she caught hold of his shaft, pulling her toward him, "Show me what you'd do if I was that student..." The room seemed full of her musk, and Jeff quickly obliged, plunging down into her, spurred on by her lingering groan of pleasure. Her knees came up, thighs wide, welcoming his thrusts, while her hands closed over her breasts, kneading, then pinching her nipples through the thin cotton fabric. Catching the front, she yanked, not caring as buttons zipped across the room. Jeff ducked his head to tongue her bared nipples. Alex moaned, trying to push her chest at his mouth while also pumping her hips up to meet his thrusts. 

"Yesss!" she shuddered, climaxing strongly, "Fuck me!" Jeff blinked—Alex didn't talk like this... But he wasn't about to argue. He raised his head to kiss her mouth, puzzled at the dark smear that was her eyes. Her pumping hips stole his attention, though, and he had to grit his teeth to keep control, tilting his hips to press more firmly against her clit, hoping to get her off again before she came to her senses or demanded he stop. "Ahh... Oh, God, that's good... Don't stop... don't stop!" she whined, hands catching his back, nails digging in. Jeff gasped in surprise and pain, pleased to realize a moment later the pain had helped him to regain a measure of control. 

"Wait," Alex husked, and Jeff groaned inwardly, wishing he had cut loose when he had the chance. He slowed, following his wife's gaze, which was locked on the screen. He blinked, puzzled that for a moment it looked like an image of he and his wife as they were having sex in the den... There was a moment of fuzz, and he was watching the porn star—brunette for the clip—bending over the table, taking her teacher from behind. "Like that," Alex moaned, pushing at him, "Stop... I want you to do me like that... Fuck me from behind." 

Pleased she wanted more, Jeff backed out of her, stepping away as his wife slid forward until her feet were on the floor, then spinning to offer him her ass. Jeff did not need an invitation. He caught her waist, ramming himself against her... into her. Alex threw her head back, groaning passionately as her body shook in another obvious orgasm. Jeff held her hips, humping steadily in and out. 

"Harder!" she urged, and he struggled to obey, "Fuck me harder... Do me like before!" Jeff wondered what she meant, but not for long... It simply felt too good thrusting into her like that to worry about whatever it was she had said. And with each thrust he seemed to be better able to drive himself into her, filling her up. 

Alex looked back, whimpering in momentary shock and fright... For a moment it was not Jeff thrusting into her... His face was almost totally obscured by heavy shadow, a long pointed beard. The thought it was someone else fucking her, though, was also somehow an incredible turn-on. She moaned she was cumming, even as she found she could recognize Jeff's face, eyes tight with his effort to get her off

He shouted and stilled; Alex knew he was cumming, thrust fully inside of her. She waited, wanting to feel his heat, but it wasn't there. It felt good—she was still cumming—but she had wanted it to be like it had been in the backyard... in the bathtub... in the laundry. 

Jeff pulled out, falling into the leather chair as he watched his still aroused wife reach down to finger her wet slit. Eyes closed, her face was lit with a satisfied smile.

"Mmm, baby," she purred, "I'm so glad you were watching that video."

"You'll have to come look with me more often," Jeff stammered. Alex giggled and nodded in response. 

"Maybe after I spend my pillow time," she winked, "We can do it again." Jeff smiled, wondering what had gotten into Alex—not that he was complaining!

"Why don't I fix dinner so we have energy for more fun?" Alex nodded happily, amazed how helpful Jeff could be after only a little sexing. Why did she keep forgetting that? She knew she should go lay down, but found herself lying almost comfortably draped over Jeff's big desk long after he had patted her thigh affectionately, padding into the hall and going into the kitchen. She heard him rummaging through cabinets, absently wondered what he would decide to make. She smiled, guessing cornbread and gravy, the staples he had been making since college. Sighing, she sat up, pressing a hand against her still gently throbbing pussy. She paused in front of the desk. The speakers on the front of Jeff's monitor were not silent. Puzzled, she leaned over to look at the screen. 

And gasped, seeing herself, skirt flipped up baring her ass, as Jeff rutted into her from behind. As she watched in amazement, trying to understand what was wrong besides his having obviously recorded them, the Jeff on the monitor threw back his head and howled. Alex's breath caught in fear... On the monitor Jeff had a scraggly beard. And then she realized what else was wrong with the perspective; It was shot as if she was bending over the front of the desk instead of where she and Jeff had actually been having sex. 

"What the... Je?" her voice went as she was pinned roughly against the desk and Jeff drove himself into her. She wanted to be angry at his brutality. Instead, her body responded with a frightening intensity. When she could speak, all that she could manage was a moan, her hips twitching visibly as she felt Jeff rutting into her harder and faster then when they had been enjoying each other on the other side of the desk. She wanted to look back, terrified Jeff would have the beard she had seen on the monitor, but his hand still kept her pinned totally forward against the desk blotter, her view obscured by the big monitor.

Her eyes focused on the screen, and she shivered, as it seemed she was watching exactly what was happening to her... But that was not possible. The Jeff on the monitor leered up at the camera, teeth in desperate need of dental attention. But she did not really see his teeth, her eyes unable to look away from the dark smudges of his eyes. The darkness was so total she had to squint, wondering absently if it was black light. 

She giggled at that thought... how ridiculous, then moaned as she felt her body beginning to tremble again. She whimpered, loving the sensation, unable to understand how it could be happening like that... and wanting more. On the monitor Jeff leaned over her, hips still pumping at her obscenely, and sank his teeth into the bare skin of her left shoulder. 

Alex cried out, feeling his teeth dig into her flesh. Oh God, it was real... somehow it was real. But the beard? She found herself staring at the screen, dimly aware of her body moving and reacting just like she was watching. Like she had seen before, Jeff threw his head back, but instead of roaring, he laughed... a chillingly cruel sound she realized she was hearing echo throughout the room. Her own panting cries rang with it as she watched herself climaxing on the monitor. The bearded Jeff gave another roar, holding himself buried as she felt him behind her, felt the too familiar heat bloom between her legs. 

Eyes wide, struggling to understand what was happening, Alex lay on the desk, trembling in fear and ebbing pleasure watching as the naked, bearded other husband sauntered out of the den, turning for the master bedroom. It was nearly a minute before she tried to rise, more then a little scared she would still be pinned in place. She clutched her arms around her stomach, but froze as her first step was toward the bedroom... where He had gone. Her hand dropped to her crotch, and she whimpered, wondering just what was happening. The thought of the Other's semen impregnating her, though, drove her into the bedroom, intent on finding the douche kit she was sure was in the vanity...

Jeff was puzzled at the vacant look in Alex's eyes when he came in to tell her dinner was ready. She was trembling visibly, pelvis raised on the pillows in a position he had grown used to seeing... except she was not wearing panties or shorts or a nightie. He shook his head, musing this almost could not be his wife. 

"Babe?" Her breathing was coming in short, panting gasps. Her muscles were visibly taut in her arms and legs, and Jeff wondered if he had interrupted a nightmare. "Babe?" he asked more loudly, trying to remember if waking someone having a nightmare was dangerous. "Alex?"

"Alexandra," she answered, "If I'm to be your child's mother, I should be called by my name, not treated like a pet." Jeff blinked. He wondered if the changes he had been enjoying somehow indicated something was terribly wrong. She had not seemed crazy, though... Passionate, yes. Almost insatiable, happily. Not crazy. 

"OK, Alexandra," he paused, "If you're through with your baby making position I've made dinner." He decided to try humor, "Clothing is strictly optional." Alex... Alexandra's eyes flickered. For a moment he saw stark terror, which left him unsettled. A single tear tracked down her right cheek.

"Jeff?" she sat up, "Oh, God, Jeff, I had the most awful nightmare!" She sat up, as Jeff responded to her obvious distress, turning to sit beside her on the bed, collecting her in his arms. She started when he touched her, though, and he froze, unsure what to do. After the momentary hesitation, the clung to him, sobbing forcefully. "It was horrible!"




The Mad Monk's Progeny



"Shhh," he soothed, rocking as he hugged her close, "It's OK, babe... You've been under a lot of stress."

"But if was so real... It was like I was living it..."

"Living what?" Alex shook her head. Gradually she calmed, finally taking a shuddering breath.

"I'm sorry," she said, sniffling as she leaned back, "I'm so stupid... I knew it was a nightmare, but I couldn't wake up, and it felt so real," she shuddered, "Did I really tell you to call me Alexandra?" Jeff laughed, nodding. 

"You know," he told her, "You even said it with an accent."

"An accent?" He shrugged.

"Yep, like something from a bad Vampire movie," Jeff laughed. Alex smiled sheepishly.

"Oh yeah?" She sat up, unconcerned with her nudity, "Then we'd better eat before the cornbread and gravy are cold." Jeff stared at her.

"How did you know I made cornbread and gravy?" Alex rolled her eyes.

"Babe, unless I'm there to help that's about all that you make."

"I make burgers... steaks... chicken... salmon..."

"Grilling doesn't count," Alex laughed.

"Pancakes," Jeff argued, "Chili... spaghetti..."

"I'm not complaining," Alex batted her eyes suggestively, "I'm starving." Jeff followed his naked wife down the hall to the breakfast nook where he had set out their food. She frowned at the water he had poured for her. "Babe?" Jeff waited for her to go on, "Do we have vodka?" He blinked, but went into the great room to open the bar. 

"I thought you were trying to get pregnant." She laughed, at his words, and the way he was staring at her.

"Oh I am... I quite enjoyed our effort tonight. But if I'm not pregnant yet, it can't hurt to enjoy myself." 

Jeff did not argue, even when she insisted on a second tall glass of the clear liquor, adding just enough cranberry juice to color the alcohol. He opted for a can of beer, and watched as his wife devoured at least three servings of his meal before leaning back, patting her stomach and belching loudly. 

"Mmmm, that was great," she purred, a hand rising to tweak a nipple, seemingly unconsciously. "But now I'm realizing you wore me out... I think it's bed time." Jeff did not argue, but did point out he would clean up, first, and then join her. Alex nodded, yawning openly, "Feel free to wake me if you come to bed horny," she teased, then sauntered down the hall to collapse on the bed. 

Jeff shook his head as he watched her disappear, then set about cleaning up. 

***

Alexandra opened her eyes. The room was totally dark. She wondered why she'd woken up... until she realized Jeff was on top of her... moving over her. Inside of her. She murmured happily, pleasantly surprised that her body was already responding well to what he was doing. She ran her hands down her sides, fingers moving past her erect, aching nipples. She realized her legs were not spread as Jeff usually did before entering her. Instead, he had pinned them up, so that her knees were pressed against her breasts, folding her in half. It felt different having him spear into her steadily like that... but she had to admit, shivering as she noted, it felt good. She wished she could thrust up to meet him, let him know she was awake. 

Intent on levering up against him, she spread her arms out to brace on the bed, and found her right hand resting on Jeff's chest. His snore was interrupted and he shifted. Alex looked to the side, horror blooming in her soul as she realized her husband was not fucking her... He was asleep beside her. She was torn between the desperate need to wake him, to save her from whatever was doing this... and a certain fear he would be repulsed and would reject her for giving in to... something. 

Lifting her head, she realized that while she could feel whoever it was moving over her, pressing against her, driving into her, she could not see anything. Before she could consider what that meant, lips were pressed against hers, fetid breath filling her lungs. She whimpered at the scratchy feel of a beard rough against her lips and chin. Fingers closed on her nipple, and she realized her ankles had been released as her knees spread involuntarily, so that she could stretch her legs out. The movement let whoever was using her thrust more deeply, which was more then enough stimulation to trigger her orgasm. 

The hands she had meant to push against whatever was looming over her instead clutched at invisible arms... thickly muscled and immobile. Her legs rose, ankles turning in, spurring him on. Although she knew she should stop him... should scream for help, her body was no longer in her control. Aware another larger orgasm was building, Alex suddenly feared making noise, the image of Jeff waking to see her writhing beneath... nothing enough to leave her sick to her stomach. She clamped her teeth, whining in pleasure she could not deny as her body undulated beneath her spirit lover, welcoming his driving cock. Jeff was forgotten by the time her second orgasm had passed. 

Alexandra thrust herself up at her lover, welcoming every stroke, hungry to feel him erupt inside of her. She welcomed his kisses, ignoring the jagged edges of teeth and the sour odor rising from his mustache and beard. 

"Tell me," she heard, a whisper in her ear, "Tell me what you want," she nodded her head, whimpering in protest when he slowed, threatening to pull all the way out of her wanting sex.

"Fuck me," she mumbled, then more loudly when he didn't respond, "Fuck me... Give me your cock!" Jeff shifted and mumbled beside her, but Alexandra was unaware... The once more driving cock immediately drove her into another mind numbing climax, during which she felt him stiffen and begin to cum. "Yesss!" she moaned, humping at him, still, reveling in another dose of his seed." There was a satisfied chuckle close to her ear, and hands easily lifted her, slipping her pillows into place. She drifted to sleep again, amazed at what was happening... and that she wanted it to continue.

***

Jeff wondered when and why his wife had adopted her usual post-coital position during the night when he woke the next morning. He figured he could ask later, as he slipped out from beneath the covers, amused that she was naked on top of them, and padded into the bathroom. He wondered if he would ever get used to the 'exhibitionist' she had become, smiling as he admitted it would be fun trying. He showered, shaved, and donned slacks, shirt, and floppy hat, departing for his weekly round of golf after kissing Alex good bye. His wife barely stirred, but murmured happily, bringing a hand up to press on her sex. Jeff considered skipping his time with his friends, but knew they still had time before she would call a halt to the weekend's sexy interlude. If he played well, his wife would be a reward, and if his usual slice impacted the game, sex was a great distraction. Kissing Alex again, he hurried to the kitchen to grab coffee and a granola bar before he left. 

Alexandra woke, the memory of the night's visitor sharp in her mind. She found her hand nestled between her legs, realized her nipples were hard, and without hesitation fingered herself to a nice climax before struggling off of the pillows and stumbling to the bathroom. She wondered at Jeff's absence until she saw the paper he had left on the kitchen table... It was Sunday, his weekly 'guy's time' at the Country Club. 

Over a mug of coffee Alexandra tried to understand what had happened... She certainly could not ask Jeff how often they had made love since Friday. In fact, the longer she thought about it, the more certain she was she had dreamed the whole thing. Intent on 'proving it,' she dressed provocatively after taking a long shower, openly caressing her body as the steam poured over her skin. She chose a strappy T-shirt and running shorts, then added three inch heels before strutting around the house, performing straight leg bends and splashing the white shirt front with dishwater... all without enticing any spirit to appear. Without really considering that she was actively trying to seduce a ghost, Alexandra spent her morning while Jeff was gone playing golf teasing whatever spirit had been molesting her throughout the weekend. 

Having proven to herself it had all been her imagination, she carried boxes of items they would not be using for awhile down the stairs into the basement, where former owners had installed shelves. She paused on her third trip, realizing a stack of dust covered boxes had been left by the last owner. 

She went up into the kitchen and called the Real Estate agent's cell.

"Sykes realty!"

"Judith?" she was a little surprised her friend was answering. "I just wondered about a stack of boxes that we found in the basement. I know you're probably doing a showing, but..." Judith laughed that the showing was not until noon. She told Alex she did not think the owners had left anything, or that anything they had left they did not want, but would check. Before signing off, she teasingly asked Alex if they'd 'seen the ghost, yet.' She was obviously surprised by Alexandra's hesitation. When Alex asked her what she knew about the story, Judith was concerned enough that she insisted on coming over. 

By the time she arrived, she could assure Alex the former owners had not left anything that they wanted behind. 

"They did know what you'd found," she told Alex, "They said it's old photo albums, that they couldn't bring themselves to throw away, just in case some family member ever came looking." Alexandra found that thoughtfulness touching. Together the women sat down to look at the top two albums that Alexandra had carried up after talking to Judith. 

After carefully dusting off the covers, they began to page through them over mugs of fresh coffee. The oldest photos had obviously been taken in another country. The few words visible on signs were in a different language... There were even different letters.

"Those are Cyrillic," Alexandra said, wondering immediately how she knew that.

"That would make sense," Judith answered, "But that would mean these have been here almost as long as the house." She waved away Alexandra's puzzled look.

"I told you, there were stories the house was haunted, so I did some research on the history of the house."

"What is the saying? Ghosts are the crutch of the weak minded." 

"I think that's religion," Judith laughed, "But I know you don't believe in ghosts... Or at least, you didn't... from the way you talked on the phone..." Alexandra shrugged.

"I didn't say I believe in ghosts," she argued, "But some weird things have happened."

"Strange noises? Lighting issues? Doors opening and closing?" 

"God no... well, noises and lighting, sure, but that happens in every old house I've ever visited," Alexandra laughed, "But no, the doors and cabinets are not opening and closing." She kept what had happened to herself though. "So tell me about the history of my home." Judith exhaled in obvious relief.

"I confess, part of me was worried you were calling that this was Amityville part deux and you were out of here," she laughed, then searched her memory for what facts she had uncovered.

"The house was built... the oldest part of it, you understand, I think they did licensed improvements before the Great Depression, after World War II, with additional... self-improvement projects God knows when, and with a complete renovation in the '70's and then again just before you two bought the house.

"It was built for the nurse of the town physician, but she left with a man who was just passing through town in 1881 or 1882." 

"How do you know that?" Alexandra was surprised.

"There are amazingly thorough records at city hall, both real estate records and the paper... I just read microfiche from dates surrounding any change in ownership or any remodeling they'd gotten permits to do. You know, by next year the library will have all of that online, so I'll be able to check on my laptop... maybe even my iPhone." Alexandra nodded, not really interested in the segue. "Anyway," Judith continued, "The first owner is another single woman. Anna Parshukova arrived in town, a new immigrant from the West Coast, with a son who was about fifteen or sixteen."

"Wait, her son is listed on the deed?"

"Yes, but an article about the town's 'new nurse' and where they came from provides the details. Her son's name was Dimitri. Apparently they escaped an abusive home somewhere in Eastern Europe. Anna claimed she had faked her son's death in order to assure that his father did not come after them. The writer was skeptical, but Anna insisted that where they had lived women were unimportant but her husband would 'chase her to hell' if he knew she had their son." The women considered that for a minute, each lost in her own thoughts.

"She worked for old Doc Bowen until he died—in his clinic, no less. There are photos of them as a couple at various town functions," she pointed at the pictures they were going through, "I've seen some of these in city hall or on older agent's walls... you know, places where they want to show off the history of the town. I had never realized this was Anna, though," she shrugged. "Doc Bowen was a widower, and I don't think either of them married again or married each other, but I couldn't swear to that... I just know about the house, you know?" Alexandra nodded, trying to get a feel for the unsmiling but handsome woman in the photos. The first photos showed longer time gaps, and she seemed more drawn and anxious... clearly the old doctor had been good for her, Alexandra thought.

"Besides, she wasn't the problem," Judith shook her head, pointing to the gangly young man standing beside her in one of the early photos. "Dimitri was the problem. He cut school. He smoked and drank. He was accused of stealing and fighting. Others claimed he was stupid, but I think that was because he did not want to speak English... clearly he understood it, and he was smart enough to keep getting out of trouble. Of course, that could've been the influence of Doc Bowen." Alexandra nodded.

"When he was seventeen or eighteen he suddenly never missed school... His name is on the 'no absence list' for his senior year of high school. He played football and ran track. There were still complaints, but no specific problem is mentioned in the paper."

"So he straightened out?" Judith shook her head.

"I don't think so... I think he was much smarter than the city fathers gave him credit. Sneaky, maybe. See, he had decided he liked Mindy Peters, the Mayor's daughter. 

"Uh-oh," Alexandra could guess where things were headed.

"Uh-oh is right," Judith agreed, "She was your typical debutante... pretty, smart, meant for education at a women's college back east and marriage to one of her parent's rich friends' sons. The copies of their graduation yearbook—you know back then they signed a 'communal copy' for the school and city, as well as signing each other's yearbooks..."

"I heard they don't even pass them out now until the start of the next year," Alexandra interrupted. Judith nodded sadly.

"I don't understand what the school administration or board think that's doing... I look at my senior yearbook every so often, just to remember, you know?" the women silently lamented the changing world, before Judith picked up the story, "Anyway, there are some comments from other boys that suggest he wasn't popular, even though he was good both in school and sports."

"Because of Mindy?"

"Yes, but not just Mindy... Just based on what's written in the copy everyone knew was going to be kept in the school or town library I'd say he had..."

"Banged?" Alex offered. Judith blushed.

"Well, yes... he was with many of the girls... And remember it's not a big school."

"The girls weren't upset about his... cheating?" Judith shrugged.

"Doesn't seem like it. So much for women's lib being born in the 60's."

"So then what happened?"

"Well, he didn't go to college. Neither did Mindy. She got pregnant. They married. They lost the baby."

"Is that where the ghost story comes from?"

"I don't think so... No one has said anything about a baby crying or a mother sobbing screaming in pain or loss... But she got pregnant several times, and never could carry to term." Judith paused, aware of the difficulties Alexandra and Jeff had been having.

"Was there abuse?" Judith shrugged.

"The police weren't called. But maybe it was something different. She pointed to the plentiful pictures in the other albums they had been examining, "They threw parties almost every week. At one time or another everyone attended... they were 'the thing,' and unless you had been invited you had not been accepted into the city's social circles." Alexandra nodded.

"I don't see many pictures of Dimitri."

"There aren't many. Mindy was who people came to see... At least she was why couples were coming."

"What does that mean?"

"Well, supposedly..." Judith shifted uncomfortably, "There are editorial letters and the occasional notation in the announcements... even an article or two, suggesting Mindy and Dimitri Parshukova were ruining others marriages..."

"These don't look like swing parties," Alexandra paused, then laughed, "As if I'd know what they looked like." Both women laughed. "There are more women and fewer men at these later parties..." 

"And it's not because of World War I... That was still a decade away," Judith agreed. Couples stopped coming to the parties, but Mindy's friends from school still visited often."

"Their husbands let them come with rumors like that..."

"The convention at the time was that if it was a ladies get together Dimitri would not have attended," Judith shrugged, "It does seem incredibly naïve if the men were worried... Hell, I'd just figured if there were accusations or insinuations it was made by insecure men looking to blame someone for their wife being unfaithful."

"So we're not talking about swinging... unless Dimitri was so... had women trying to enjoy him again," Alexandra looked back through some of the photos, "People seemed happy... Was it some polygamy thing?" 

"No, very clearly Dimitri was entirely devoted to Mindy. He loved her and only her." Alexandra was puzzled at the certainty of Judith's claim. Paging through the next album, she noticed fewer and fewer women in the photos, until the parties of dozens had become groups of four and five including Mindy. Was that just the grind of life over time? Kids keeping more of their friends away? Mindy's smile, to Alexandra, seemed less genuine.

"She looks tired," she said absently.

"She should, dear," Judith answered, "I wouldn't care to count how many times she'd been pregnant by then," she patted Alexandra's hand, "Which is another reason this house will be perfect... You and Jeff will finally bring new life here." Alexandra was grateful for her friend's support and positive attitude. 

"So who is taking the pictures?" she asked abruptly, Dimitri?"

"No, the plates that are signed that I've seen are all labeled by someone else..." Judith struggled for a moment to remember, "Efrimovich. But it's strange, there are no other photos I've seen that he did." The women wondered about that.

"So how does this turn into a ghost story?"

"Oh, well, the stories of Dimitri 'ruining wives' continued to grow. He lost a string of jobs, until he couldn't find work. He just sat in the house."

"Did Mindy work?" 

"She was the receptionist for the city's lawyer, did stenography on court days, and clerked in City Hall."

"So was it an affair with the Mayor or her boss?"

"Oh no, in fact, both men insisted Dimitri had bedded their wives. The mayor and his wife stayed married. The lawyer left his wife almost penniless. There's a claim she left the country, a broken woman, but not because of the divorce... She was devastated when Dimitri wouldn't leave Mindy for her." Alexandra was shocked such a story would be published. Let's just say the paper's editor and the lawyer did not get along." 




The Mad Monk's Progeny



"So what happened?"

"Well, Mindy finally carried to term. But you know, at that time no husband was in the delivery room. And Dimitri was so hated by then that he stayed home when she was taken to the hospital."

"Was it a boy or a girl."

"She died," Judith explained after a hesitation, "You know, medicine was so much more primitive then... There still wasn't penicillin, in 1901."

"And the baby?" Judith shook her head. "Dimitri must have been devastated." That earned a nod. They looked at the last photo in the second album, a very pregnant but obviously happy Mindy smiling into the camera. To Alexandra, it looked like she was staring over the camera at whoever was taking the photo.

"Was Mindy having an affair with Efrimovich?" Judith shook her head.

"Like I said, I can't figure out who Efrimovich was... but Mindy and Dimitri were obviously devoted."

"So what happened?" Alexandra paused, "Surely he didn't kill himself..."

"Oh no. Mindy had impressive life insurance, especially for a woman, and for that time period. Even in death she was taking care of Dimitri. The insurance company tried to welsh, but another lawyer intervened. Basically he had money enough to live however he wanted. I think most of the town fathers hoped he would pick up and move.

"I'm not surprised there aren't other photos," she continued, and Alexandra surprised herself by not pointing out there were more albums in the basement. "He was basically a hermit for the next two decades."

"What happened?"

"World War I happened."

"Huh? He fought in the war?"

"Oh no... he was more then fifty by then. But he was one of just a few able bodied men in the community..." Alexandra's eyes went wide.

"He didn't!"

"Oh yes he did, right there in his home... There are stories—not stories from the paper, but stories women have told their friends in private since... He would host parties for any interested woman in town."

"Orgies?"

"If you call one man pleasuring dozens of women an orgy."

"Wow."

"Yeah, wow... No wonder Mindy was encouraging swinging if he was that insatiable."

"So after the war..."

"After the war the husbands came home but the women kept visiting Dimitri."

"So some jealous husband..."

"Well, it's not really clear... Someone shot him."

"Seriously?" Judith nodded.

"But it didn't kill him." Alexandra listened raptly, "And whoever it was had started to try to burn the place down, for reasons I have never understood. But he interrupted them... There was a struggle. Dimitri and a woman were covered with gasoline and were set on fire."

"That's horrible," Alexandra breathed, wincing at the thought of so terrible a death, "Wasn't anyone arrested?" 

"Oh yes, the screaming and the fire brought neighbors out. They found Tom Shaw, the sheriff watching the writhing, burning figures. The side porch had caught fire, but an alert neighbor put it out with the garden hose. Others were trying to smother the burning bodies, and he added the hose to the effort. She was already dead... inhalational burns—her lungs were burned up on the inside."

"And Dimitri?"

"Dimitri was somehow still alive... And could talk.... Or at least whisper. He had been horribly burned. Witnesses claimed parts of him were literally flaking away as he pointed at Tom and rasped a curse on the sex who betrayed him, before laughing—not a rasp, but somehow an echoing, cruel laugh—that he would be back." Alexandra blinked, amazed at the story of what had happened there in her home... on her lawn. "Because of that they insisted on an autopsy... The paper reports he had been fatally poisoned, too... There were lethal levels of arsenic in his bloodstream, but somehow he was still alive."

"And since?"

"His trust—remember his wife's insurance had helped him to live comfortably—was set up to keep paying for the upkeep of the house. Until the last recession there was always enough money to keep it from becoming run down and derelict. But the cleaners... Let's just say housecleaners started to tell stories... Noises, things moving, being touched... whispered voices. None cleaned the house for more than a few months... well, no woman at least... They had a series of male caretakers... They would live in the rooms over the boat shed. And even they had stories... moving lights, voices. One enterprising caretaker was instrumental in the additions, trying to follow in the tradition of the Winchesters, he told a later editor of the city paper once. So no one has ever lived in the additions.

"The last owners were the first new owners since Mindy and Dimitri, and before they ever moved in they set about renovating... The wife had some experience she won't talk about, or so she claims... She simply refused to go back to complete the redo, much less live in the house. So it's been for sale for more than three years, the husband working alone to finish up and keep things nice; they were getting desperate to sell."

"And you didn't tell me any of that?" Alexandra knew her cheeks were flushed... she could guess what 'unspeakable' thing had happened to the other woman. Judith looked at her strangely.

"I asked... You told me you didn't believe in ghosts." She put a hand on Alexandra's again, "My goodness, you're shaking... Has something happened?" She looked around, nervously. Alexandra waved a dismissive hand, rolling her eyes.

"Oh no, I just found myself wondering about the history of the house... Being able to tell guests a ghost story seemed like it'd be fun..." Her voice trailed off. She shook her head, "But I don't think telling them there used to be orgies here, or a man was killed on the front porch sounds like fun after all."

"Side porch, dear," Judith corrected. Just then her cell phone rang, a voice strangely like that of Gilbert Gottfried shouting 'Location, location, location!' Judith took the call, then stood up. "Sorry to rush off, but someone wants to see the house before I open it to the public." She patted Alexandra's hand, "Let me know if anything strange happens." Alexandra assured her friend she would, walking the shapely brunette to the front door.

After setting the mugs and saucers in the sink, Alexandra closed the albums, carefully returning them to the basement. Instead of simply stacking them at the top of the thick walled cardboard box, she set the albums on the shelf to the side, selecting the next in the stack. It and the next album deeper in the box were thinner. There was less dust on the cover, as it had been protected by those albums on top. 

She traced her fingers over the number 1896 that someone had written at the upper right corner. Below, several initials had been added, the width of the letters suggesting they had been added by different pens, likely at different times. 

"FS," she read, tracing the first letters below the number. Lifting the thin album out of the front box, she turned, carrying it to where the light filtered through the small windows at the top of the foundation. Her breath caught when she opened the album.

A slightly plump older woman with dark hair stood naked... obviously a little self-conscious about posing that way. The clock behind her Alexandra recognized from the photos in the albums she and Judith had been examining... it was the front room of the house. Her home. She turned the page to see a photo of Mindy, holding a cord in one hand while guiding the older heavier woman's mouth to Dimitri's naked, jutting erection. The next page showed the woman lying back on a couch as Dimitri thrust into her , knees on the floor at the couch's edge. On the following page, Dimitri was lying on the rug as the woman rode him, eyes bright, mouth open in obvious ecstasy. 

After a slightly blurred image of Dimitri taking the dark haired woman doggie style, a final photo showed he had obviously cum inside of her. Alexandra noticed the woman's name, 'Faith Shaw' signed at the bottom of the page. In the photo, she was looking down her naked body, fingers splaying her just used labia, smiling happily, her other hand covering one breast.

Unaware of the speed of her breathing, Alexandra turned the page. Another dark haired woman, skin pale and lightly freckled, stood nude in the kitchen, biting her lower lip in an obvious mixture of anxiety and arousal. The series was repeated, Mindy appearing both to encourage the other woman's sucking Dimitri's cock, and to guide the woman as she sat down onto Dimitri's upthrust shaft. A feminine signature had been added at the bottom of the last photo, a different hand, Alexandra noticed, from the last, 'Patty Cooper.'

Neither hand matched the style of the letter scrawled on the album cover, Alexandra noted, after verifying the second letters at the bottom were 'PC.' She counted, guessing—without checking—that five women had been photographed having sex with Dimitri and his wife, Mindy. 

Setting the album on top of the two she and Judith had examined, Alexandra pulled out the next. It was labeled 1896-1897. There were another five sets of letters. Alexandra opened it to a random page, confirming the contents, then with a strange sense of self-consciousness, she carefully returned the albums in order and on top placed the two albums she and Judith had looked through. 

Pushing the box aside, she dragged the second box forward. A glance showed the top albums were more of what she and her realtor had looked at; various parties and social events. The third album down, though, was another of the thinner books, the number at it's top read 1905... After Mindy's death. Lifting it out, she saw the pattern was little changed, although after a nude shot, each woman was now looming over Dimitri to perform oral sex, then riding him before the photo of each woman happily enjoying missionary style sex. The long cable for taking the photos was usually visible in Dimitri's hand, though at the back of the album, Alexandra noticed an athletic black woman, Jo Marshall, was the one taking the picture. 

Alexandra heard the garage door opener activate. Heart racing, she quickly returned the top albums, shifted the boxes back into place, and ran for the stairs, not wanting to answer Jeff's likely question, 'what are ya doing, baby?'

The sound of her gasp echoed in her ears, as her hands caught her fall, bracing on the fourth step. She blinked, wondering what she had tripped on... And felt her shorts being yanked down her legs, Alexandra whimpered, trying to look back. The bare bulb in the middle of the room flickered and dimmed. The light from the hall at the top of the stairs barely reached her hands. Alexandra shuddered, seeing only a vague shape... a deeper darkness then the surroundings. Dull red light glowed where his eyes would be, and as much as Alexandra wanted to scream, she found she could not. Shivering violently, she tried to control her breathing as It moved closer, hands catching her thighs below her line of sight. There was pressure over her naked seam, teasing down, up... Down again. She tried to shake her head, to refuse the growing urge. The air around her crackled with the low chuckle of the Monster as she fought to control herself. Up, it moved, spreading her bare labia. She was horrified to realize she was literally dripping wet. Down, the pressure lingered, circling over her clitoris. 

With a keening breathless wail, Alexandra Winters pushed back, mouth hanging open, tongue lashing her lips as she impaled herself on his jutting, powerful erection...

***

Having missed Alex when he got home from losing at golf, Jeff changed into his yard clothes and set to mowing the lawn. He kept expecting his wife to come out with a glass of lemonade or better yet, a can of beer. When she did not, he consoled himself with the knowledge that soon the mower would be put away. He doubted they would have to mow again after Halloween. A couple times he thought he heard something over the growling mower, but even when he stopped the blades, whatever it was did not repeat; if anything had happened at all. 

Finished, he put the mower away, electing not to edge or trim... let his neighbor, the neat freak feel superior about his 'better lawn.' Having somehow broken through Alex's usual cold fish approach to sex, he was looking forward to the evening as he hurried inside to shower. 

He paused, though, finding Alex in her usual 'make the baby' position on the pillows. Her eyes were glazed, the pupils dilated until the usual striking gray of her iris was almost totally gone. He approached, feeling a prickle of fear. 

"Babe?" his eyes became fixed on a strand of drool shining on her cheek. He reached down, hesitantly gripping her shoulder. "Honey?" He almost leapt back as she jerked visibly, a strange whine escaping her throat. Her mouth opened wide, then closed, then opened again. Was it a seizure? Jeff knew something horrible was wrong. He shook her again more forcefully, "Alex!" 

"Uhnnnnn!" she lifted her head, pupils contracting slightly as she blinked rapidly, still obviously not seeing him. She quited, panting, then as he watched, his wife licked her lower lip seductively, running a hand down her naked body, pausing to pinch a nipple before trailing over her stomach to begin teasing her pussy. He realized he could smell her musk. Her free hand found his zipper. "Mmm," she purred, eyes now fixed on his. Her fingers teased over his swelling length, then found his zip again, "Is this for me?" He wondered at the strange light in her eyes... red pin pricks almost too small to see. He nodded, suppressing a groan as she deftly freed him with one hand and began to stroke him, pulling him closer, toward her. 

He blinked, surprised to find somehow he was naked. Between Alex's legs. She was writhing and moaning, one hand still feverishly working her pink as the other pulled at his hip, hungrily urging him to fuck her. He let her, guide the tempo, eyes closing at the amazing sensation.

"Yeah, baby," she husked, voice throaty, with a strange Slavic accent, "Fuck me again just like you did downstairs." He blinked, pausing... Downstairs? Jeff realized he was beyond caring... He tried for another moment to stop thrusting into her, dimly aware he should ask what she meant. Her gaze was locked on his, willing him on, urging him to fuck her harder and faster. He did, giving himself to their pleasure, pleased it did not matter whatever she had said... 

With her pelvis elevated on the pillows, Jeff was able to get more leverage, and delighted in the way Alex whimpered and moaned, reacting strongly to his rough thrusting. It was not the way they usually made love, but it felt right. He did not last long, roaring as he filled her with his seed, moments after she had screamed out that she was cumming, demanding he cum inside of her. Spent, Jeff rolled away, panting, wondering again what had gotten into his wife, and how to make sure it stayed that way. In moments he was asleep, a broad smile on his face. 

"Is this your man?" the voice filled her head. Alexandra had slipped away from Jeff, off of the stacked pillows as he rolled to his side of the bed. She clumsily tried to regain her perch, but froze at the question, looking in fear at Jeff; had he heard? Fingers pinched her nipple viciously. Flinching away unsuccessfully, Alexandra whimpered, afraid to cry out or beg for mercy. "Is. This. Your. Man?"

"Yes!" she gasped, "This is Jeff... This is my husband. I love him."

"Good." She was puzzled at that. "You are his woman." She could understand every word, though there was a heavy accent she could not place.

"Yes," she nodded, feeling a flush of pride at that. The weekend had at least reminded her how much she loved him... loved being with him. How had she let making a baby nearly destroy their intimacy? "Aieee!" she gasped as her other nipple was pinched even more painfully. Jeff did not stir.

"Wrong!" the voice shouted. "You are not his... You are Mine. But soon enough, little queen, you will be Ours!" Alexandra shook her head. 

"Nooo," she managed, even getting a hand far enough away from her trembling body to shake Jeff weakly. 

"Oh yesss," a serpentine hiss made Alexandra's blood run cold, "I can prove it, to you..." Her legs were yanked high, spread wide. She gasped as her ass was lifted off of the bed easily. The fingers of the hand that had reached her husband curled around his arm, lifting it as she was raised, but Jeff only snored, rolling away, his arm pulling free of her grip. "This," she felt It's member thrusting down, spreading her labia and pushing deep into her sex, "Is Mine!" The heat that had become too familiar began immediately, without his moving. 

Alexandra groaned at the pressure building between her legs. The Monster's chuckling filled the room as he let her slip down slightly. A flood of liquid, at first pearly white—Jeff's cum—oozed out around the ethereal shaft distending Alexandra's pussy. Her stomach and ass were quickly soaked with the fluid, and still he was pouring into her, filling her up. 

"Mine!" echoed through her head as pressure was applied to her swollen, wanting clit. Alexandra screamed as she came, the power of her orgasm, easily robbing the scared, aroused young woman of consciousness. 

***

Alexandra woke, looking anxiously to the side, relaxing only when she was sure Jeff was there asleep beside her. She lay quietly, wondering what had happened... Had it really happened? She certainly felt as if she had been thoroughly fucked. Blushing, though, she remembered the huge amount of fluid that had been pumped into her sex. She remembered Jeff's semen flushing out of her, oozing down her stomach and ass. Lifting her head, she was relieved to find only the sheen of dried sweat on her flat stomach. 

She sighed, reassured it had only been a dream. Forcing the issue out of her thoughts—ghosts were not real, after all—she sat up, struggling for a moment to get her balance, then moved to the bathroom. 

"Honey," she managed, puzzled at why her voice sounded lower. "You need to get up." She realized she should have made sure he was awake, first. "Jeff? Work!" She heard him stir and grumble. She could not wait, though, hurrying into the bathroom, and almost falling onto the stool. She sighed at the cold touch of the porcelain as she began to pee... And pee... And pee. She giggled, wondering if she would have to get some antibiotics. 

Jeff staggered by, grumbling, and started the shower. Alexandra wiped and rose, having expected her husband to want to go. She realized he was already standing beneath the steaming spray.

"Babe?" she asked, don't you have to pee?"

"I am," he answered, to her surprise. "Sorry, babe, but I'm way late..." After a quick rinse he passed her again, naked, "I've gotta get going," and paused briefly at his shorter end of the vanity, spraying on deodorant and brushing his teeth. Alexandra rose, flushed, and showered quickly. Dressed in just her robe, she went to the kitchen, meaning to fix coffee. By the time she got there, though, Jeff was starting the car. He rushed back in, gave her a quick kiss, told her he loved her, and was gone. 

Alexandra studiously avoided the basement, though the thought of what she'd seen there... and what had happened afterwards, were never far from her mind. But nothing happened. All day Alexandra was at one level or another concerned Dimitri, as she had come to think of the 'Other' would use her again. But nothing happened. 

For a month she had no surprise visitor, though she and Jeff were once more having sex almost every night... as well as some mornings before he would reluctantly get ready and head to work. She never stopped to wonder at the change. It was almost a surprise when she realized it had been more then a month since her last period. Surprised, trying not to get too excited, she reluctantly waited another day, following the instructions on the pregnancy test, using the first morning's urine to find out...