2 comments/ 4799 views/ 9 favorites Ghostly Cuckold By: 09cutter When my law practice had finally started to pay off well, my wife, Ann, and I bought a large old Victorian house. It was situated on two acres of land and had beautiful gardens and a pool. This being in my hometown, I was aware of lots of stories about the old place. The original owner had built it for his wife and six children. The man had the reputation of being a brilliant businessman, but rather eccentric. It had remained in their family until the last child passed. Through property records, I found that it changed ownership every few years since. Over the years, several owners had updated and refurbished the house. One added the pool, another redid the kitchen and baths, etc. So when I learned about it through one of our firm's divorce attorneys, it was in wonderful condition. My wife fell in love with it immediately. Being part of a property settlement, the owner was anxious to sell and I got a great price. It was really too much house for just the two of us, but we had decided that we wanted a large family. We weren't practicing any birth control, and so far had been unsuccessful at getting pregnant. My wife bussied herself with the house, rearranging and sorting things the way she wanted. Setting up the kitchen and buying drapes and furnishings for that large place. I would come home in the evenings and find her near exhaustion. I was also busy at work, so our love life suffered some in the beginning. After a few weeks, I came home one evening to find my wife in the tub of our master suite. She had her eyes closed and earbuds on. I assumed she was relaxing after a long day of housework. I didn't want to disturb her 'me time' but decided I should check on her later to make sure she didn't fall asleep and drown. I had noticed a wonderful aroma emanating from the kitchen, so I went to investigate the dinner plan. It was a pot roast, whose timer was going off, so I donned some oven mitts and removed it. I had just set it on the top of the stove when she came up behind and wrapped her arms around me. "I'm so glad you're home. I need you." This is not her usual behavior, but who was I to complain. She dragged me to the bedroom and proceeded to fuck me near death. I don't know if it was because of her willingness or because it had been a while since we had sex, but it was great. My performance seemed to be enhanced as well. My five inches (it is..I swear.. on a good day), served me proudly. As I lay there trying to recover, Ann swooped down and swallowed my limp dick. This was very unlike her. She didn't like sucking, and had refused outright to do it. Of course this only made me excited, and I was up again quickly. A second round hadn't been seen around our house since our honeymoon, but there it was. Over our cold, yet somehow delicious dinner, I asked Ann what had gotten into her. "I was relaxing in the tub, and suddenly felt overwhelming desire. I just knew if I didn't get laid I would explode." Did she just say 'get laid'? Ann does not talk like that. "What about the oral.. that was new for you too?" She looked thoughtful for a moment. "I needed more. So I made it happen." A couple of days later, I worked late and came in after she had retired. I showered and fell into bed, grateful to get some much needed rest. I was asleep instantly, only to be awakened by moaning. My back was to her, so I glanced over my shoulder. She was holding the blanket away from her body, obviously to hide what her other hand was doing. Even in the darkened room, I could see movement under the blanket. The next morning as she set a plate of bacon and eggs in front of me, I asked "Did you sleep well last night?" "Mmm, yes." She bent and gave me sensual kiss. "And thank you." What the hell was she thanking me for? Inquiring about her sleep? I was trying to get her to talk about her masturbation. I had never seen her do it before, and wanted to watch her next time. Now, something you should know about Ann. We never have sex on Saturday night. She says she doesn't want to feel my 'stuff' leaking from her in God's house on Sunday. As if I put it deep enough to still be leaking the next day. But rules are rules and I live with it. So a couple of nights later, a Saturday, I leaned over and tried to give her a simple kiss good night. She drew me in and started what seemed to be her 'I want to get fucked' kissing. I went with it, even caressing her breasts. When she began to pull me to her as if she wanted fucking, I reminded her it was Saturday. "I want you to do what you did last time." She answered as she threw the blanket off her body. The last time was when we had that great sex, and even a second round. I was moving into position to try to reenact my performance from that night, when she started to moan. "Mmm yes, just like that. I love it when you do that." I hadn't done anything. I looked at her questioningly, only to discover her eyes closed, her head tilted back, tongue slowly sliding over her top lip. What the fuck has gotten into her. She drew her knees back further, and brought her hands down toward her pussy. I watched as she started to undulate her hips. She was obviously headed toward a climax. As I said, I had never seen her pet her kitty, so I wanted to see how she manipulated herself so I could do it while making love to her. In the low light I couldn't see too well, but it looked like her hands were only cupped above her pussy. Not actually rubbing it. I thought that a bit strange, so I looked closer. Her hands were not even touching her pussy. They hovered about eight inches above it. How odd is that? She was really getting into it and tossing about, hips rolling in some primordial rhythm. She let out a guttural moan and collapsed. Hands falling by her side. "Thank you Mark. I really needed that." She said as she turned over and went to sleep. Again she thanks me for not doing anything. What the hell is going on? Sunday, while she is in church, she has me cleaning out the attic. This is not my strong suit. I hate cleaning anything. It's not that I'm a dirty person, I just think my efforts would be more effective in other areas. I prefer to hire people to do the shit I don't want to do. But you know the saying 'happy wife, happy life', so here I was in my first forray into the attic. Countless years and several families sure produce a lot of castoff crap. Old furniture, toys, trunks, books...just crap. Two, yes two, obviously feminine mannequin thingies that they use to hang clothes on as they make alterations. Just crap. Although I did find a few antiques and an old spinning wheel that might be of value. I started in one corner, just to clear a space to put things I thought we might keep. The nearest window opened onto the back yard, so instead of running up and down the stairs a thousand times I tossed things out the window to pick up later. By the time Ann returned, I had a kerchief around my face to keep from choking on the dust, but had made quite some headway. "You look like an old west highway man." She laughed. "Thanks for the compliment. This is going to take a lot longer than I thought. Look at all this junk." "That's why I'm not doing it. I took one look up here and turned right around and went back downstairs. I appreciate your help with it though." An hour later she was back. "Lunch is almost ready. You hit the shower first, I don't want that dirt all over my clean kitchen." I had my shower and sat down to lunch. I told Ann that I was done in the attic for the day. I would make it a weekend project for the next few months, because there was just too much to do. She agreed, then said "Look at what I found in that pile in the back yard." It was an old wooden duck. An ancient child's toy, you know the kind on wheels that a child drags behind them everywhere. It had long since seen better days, that is why I tossed it out the window. "It's so cute I hate to throw it out." Ann added. "Dear, that thing is way overdue for the trash bin. The paint's all peeled, one wheel is missing, it used to make noise when pulled now it doesn't." "Aww, come on honey. It can be our baby's first toy." She pleaded. I looked at her with a stunned expression. "No honey. I'm not pregnant. But when it does happen..." "Well, when it does happen, I will buy him or her some new toys." I answered and tossed it in the trash. Ann is strange about sex on Saturday, but also strange about sex on Sunday. You would think that, being a religious girl, she wouldn't want to do it on the 'Lord's Day', you'd be wrong. She likes to think that she sends her hubby off to work on Mondays fully relaxed for a long week of hard work. In the few years we have been married, I could count on one hand the Sundays that I didn't get laid. I love Sunday. That night as I was paving the way for a nice time, she said "Will you do it again?" "Do what babe?" I said, completely forgetting the night before. I was a little preoccupied. "What we did last night." She cooed. The little light in my head went on. "Sure babe." I tossed the blanket back. "Remind me again what that was." I teased her. Well I thought I did any way. Suddenly she threw her head back and moaned. Her fists clenched the sheets and she was off to the races. What the fuck?? I drew my attention to her pussy. In the low light, without her hands in the way, I saw it. Well, not really, but kind of. Her hips started rolling again, and I could actually see her sweet pussy being manipulated. I don't know how else to describe it. Her pussy was moving. It was as if someone was eating her pussy but no one was there. Her pussy was eating itself I guessed. Then, just like the night before she put her hands down there. As if she was holding onto my head when I get to eat her. I slowly stretched out my hand, and she stopped moving. "Please don't stop honey." she said. I drew my hand back and she was off again. She came hard with a groan, and collapsed. She looked at me with glassy eyes and said "Do you want to put it in me now?" I couldn't get in place fast enough. I was so turned on watching her cum, I was afraid I would cum before I got in her. As I got between her legs, I thought I bumped into something but it had to be just her other leg. My dick slid in easily and I came within only a couple of strokes. I rolled off of Ann and started to lay down beside her, when she let out another deep moan. I looked down at her pussy and it was gaping open. I don't mean open like a little slit where my dick had been a minute before. I mean it was OPEN. Like a three inch wide pipe was down in it. I could see inside her pussy. As I watched, the hole got deeper. I watched it open like a sinkhole. Ann was moaning and groaning. "Oh Mark! What is that? Oh God don't stop." Looking back at her pussy, I could see the labia moving in and out. At first I was shocked. Then I thought it rather comical. Her pussy lips poking way out then drawing in like some weird animal trying to suck in its prey. Now you may think I'm a bit slow, but you have to understand, this was all happening right in front of me, and it was happening to my wife. Once the shock wore off I realized my wife was being fucked. And fucked well. Again I reached out, and movement ceased. Suddenly, Ann kind of bucked upwards. "Keep going Mark! Don't Stop!" I didn't draw back my hand though. This time I stuck my hand between her knees, and halfway down I hit something. If my eyes had been closed, I would have sworn it was someone's buttocks. But my eyes were open and no one was there. Movement started again, only this time my hand was on the invisible butt. Rising and falling in the age old way. "Mark, honey that feels so good. Is it a toy? What? Why should I call you Dan?" Movement stopped again. "Okay, okay... Dan. Just keep fucking me" Her arms were wrapped around the imaginary lover. She drew her knees back further. "Oh God..Dan...that's so deep. Please don't stop. Yes..oh Yesss." I watched my wife get fucked completely brainless by someone that wasn't there. I should have been.. scared? Maybe a little. Angry? Not really. Hurt, because she enjoyed it so much? No, It's not like she committed adultery or anything. I mean, she thought it was me. I know I was turned on. I had just witnessed the hottest sex show ever starring my wife. I thought I would have trouble sleeping considering what had just happened, but I slept like a baby. The next morning, Ann was as chipper as I have ever seen her. She hummed around the Kitchen as she prepared my breakfast, kissed me several times and sat with a Cheshire Cat grin all through the meal. Ann broke the silence by asking "So dear, where did you get it?" "Get what?" I had no clue what she was referring to. "You know. The toy... Dan." she answered sheepishly. "Oh that. Uh I uh..found it in the attic." Why am I lying about this. Why not just tell her someone, or something, else fucked her? "Well, it was very nice of you to surprise me with it. It must be huge, because I'm a little sore down there, but a good sore. You have my permission to do that again." She said grinning. Like I had a choice in it. I spent little time at work thinking of anything but that night. I replayed it over and over in my mind. Was it a bad thing? Did we get hurt? Was our marriage affected? Shit! Too many variables. Too many 'what ifs'. The only thing certain was Ann enjoyed it. Maybe too much. I rather enjoyed it too. When I arrived home, Ann was out somewhere. I was passing by the door to the attic stairs when I heard something. I cautiously climbed the stairs and peeked in. I didn't see anyone, so I continued in. Over in the area I had cleared, sitting in the middle on the floor, was an old book. I picked it up, glanced around the attic, and ran downstairs. Slamming the door behind me, I examined the book. It seemed to be some kind of journal. The top of each page had a handwritten date, followed by an entry. Inside the front cover I found the name T.S. Warren III. I took it to my study and set with a tumbler of Scotch. September 20 1920 When I returned from the war, I found that Father had built a house for Elizabeth and myself. I am to run his office here, and begin our family. The house, though substantial, is modest when compared to Farnsworthy Manor where I grew up. I have not shared with Father or Elizabeth, the extent of my war injuries. She is so desperate to be a mother, I haven't the heart to tell her it will never happen. I am also quite aware that Father would be disappointed not to have heirs. So much so, I fear he would cut me from his will. It is particularly sad to see Elizabeth piddling around in the nursery she has already prepared for our never to be born offspring. This was a rather sad read so far. I skipped forward til something caught my eye. December 1 1920 A telegram came today. My friend and war buddy Daniel will be arriving at the new year. I am looking forward to having my friend and confidant to talk to. He will be joining me at the firm, and we'll have many good times together January 3 1921 Daniel is finally here! It is so good to see him. It was as if we had not been apart the last year. I insisted he stay with us until he found adequate accommodations. Elizabeth is going to love him. January 10 1921 Daniel has been with us a week. I was right about Elizabeth liking him. She insists on calling him Dan instead of Daniel. He doesn't seem to mind, so I have given up on correcting her. We are like the characters from that book "The Three Musketeers". Almost inseparable. Surely this was just some odd coincidence. Dan, like from last night. No, it couldn't be. Ann came home with pizza for dinner, so I stuffed the journal in my desk drawer. The rest of the evening was quiet, until bedtime. I had shot my load into Ann, and was laying on her trying to catch my breath. I felt something pushing at my hip. Just then Ann said "Will you get it for me. You know..Dan." The nudging started again. "No." I said to it more than to Ann. "Please dear, you know how much I liked it last time." Then I felt what could only be described as a finger, being pushed into my ass. I immediately jumped away from the invader and off of Ann. Suddenly, Ann let out a long groan, and I watched her pussy open wide again. "Oh God...I love that thing...It's soo big. So good...Do it to me... Dan." Ann was fucked through at least three strong orgasms, before she went limp. I was as hard as a rock the whole time. I cautiously reached out my hand and felt the air around and above her. When I didn't find anything unusual, I crawled between her legs again and slid into her. I barely touched the sides, and I felt what I hoped was my sperm sloshing around my dick. I came quickly, not even sure that Ann was aware of my efforts. The next day, as Ann prepared dinner, I returned to my study and the journal. January 14 1921 Daniel inquired about the nursery. He is aware of my war injuries and was curious as to why we would have a nursery. I had to admit to him that Elizabeth was in the dark about it. I also explained about Father, that I was in fear of being penniless and jobless if he were to discover the truth. Daniel was quite understanding and said my secret was safe with him. I knew it would be or I wouldn't have confided in him. January 21 1921 I came up with a plan that might solve my problems. When I approached Dan (I have even begun to call him Dan) about it, he was reluctant, but agreed to help any way he could. This why is he is my best friend. The plan is simple. When Elizabeth is fertile, I will get her drunk. She is terrible at holding her liquor. Once she is out, Dan will masturbate and then ejaculate inside her. If we are successful, Elizabeth gets the baby she is so wanting and Father gets an heir. I know I will be raising someone else's child, but it will be Dan's. My best friend. If he had children and something was to happen to him, I would take care of them for him. This is no different. He would be around to see his child grow, too. He would only have to keep his paternity a secret. This is too bizarre. This guy was planning to let someone else knock up his wife. Did he really think he could get away with that? What if his wife woke up while his friend's dick was in her? Did he think she wouldn't kill him, and his friend? I know things were different then, but wives have always ruled behind closed doors. We all know that. The pussy always rules. Behind every great man in history, stands the pussy telling him what to do. To the outside world it might look like he did it, but at home he had a wife telling him "Honey, go out a conquer some country for me." January 25 1921 Last night was the night. Elizabeth drank a lot more than I have ever seen her have. Of course I was the one putting the drinks in her hand. She was falling over drunk by dinner time. After dinner I took her to our room. I proceeded to make love to her and soon noticed she was not even aware. I called Dan in and he saw Elizabeth in all her glory. I was, at first, a little jealous of another man seeing her this way, but I guess if my scheme is to work, it had to be. Dan undid his trousers and pulled out his penis. It was soon erected from looking at Elizabeth. I was suddenly struck by the size of it. I had not seen him in this state. It was not only noticeably longer than my own appendage, it was quite thick as well. The crown looked like an apple. He stroked himself for a while as I held open Elizabeth's nether lips. As he got close to his climax, he put the large knob against her opening. It wouldn't go in because she was rather dry. Fortunately he was able to hold back. Ghostly Cuckold I spit on her small hole, and he tried again. It still wouldn't enter. Thinking quickly I grabbed his weapon and took it into my mouth to get it wet. He seemed a little shocked at this, so was I, but it worked. He managed to get the thick head into her just in time to make his deposit. As I watched his cock throb, I thought it was a shame it wasn't deeper in her, to make sure his seed got to where it needed to be. This morning Elizabeth complained of a headache, I'm sure it was from all the alcohol she had consumed. I talked to Dan and we decided we should do it again to make sure she took. I explained to him I thought she wouldn't be drinking tonight, so we should do it tomorrow. He agreed. I can't believe this guy. He went through with it. He held her pussy open for Dan to stick his cock in her. He even took Dan's cock into his mouth to make it happen. January 27 1921 Last night Dan came into our room again when I told him Elizabeth was unconscious. He stripped quickly and was already erect. When he started to stroke himself, he asked if he could touch her. I reluctantly agreed. He squeezed her tits a bit, and this seemed to excite him. I opened her treasure for him. He hesitated while looking at me. I knew what he expected of me so I took him into my mouth. When he was sufficiently wet, maybe a minute or two, he removed himself from my mouth and put it in her. He wasn't quite ready to cum yet, so he moved it back and forth a few times. Watching that large phallus stroking my Elizabeth was more exciting than I thought it should be. I was lost in the moment, but soon noticed he had more than half that large weapon in her. For some reason this caused me to spill my own seedless juice. Dan did at the same time. I couldn't help but think about how deep he was in her . Probably at least seven inches, much deeper than I reach. I only hope this has worked. I don't know why the thought of her having such a large cudgel in her excites me so. It would be disastrous if she discovered what was going on. I noticed similarities between us. He obviously had a small dick, probably smaller than mine. Okay, mine is not that big either, so we have that in common. He got excited seeing a large cock in his wife. Though Elizabeth was not aware it was happening, my wife liked the way a big one felt in her. They couldn't conceive because he had lost his ability to during the war. Ann has yet to conceive, though I don't think I'm sterile. And Dan was the co-conspirator for him and, I guess, me as well. Sunday I was working in the attic, and found some old pictures. One that stuck out was obviously from early nineteen hundreds. It was taken outside to make use of the sun. It was the front of my house, with two men one women and six, stair stepped children. The oldest was about thirteen, down to the youngest of around two. This had to be them. I took it to my study and pulled out the magnifier I use to read small print. I studied it for a moment and all the faces. The children were all blond as was one of the men. This had to be Dan. He was quite handsome. I found it interesting that Dan was standing next to Elizabeth and her husband was at the other side of the picture after the children. On the back of the photo was the barely legible date June 1935. After dinner I was lounging around watching a game on television, Ann had cleaned the kitchen and headed upstairs to shower. She returned wearing a very sheer nighty, and it was plain to see, nothing underneath it. "You are such a sweety." Ann said as she climb onto my lap. I had no clue what she was referring to, but I was too preoccupied to question it. She drew me to the bedroom and undressed me. She turned out the lights, leaving only the light in the bathroom on, crawled into bed, spreading her legs in invitation. I approached the bed and happened to glance at the nightstand. That's when I discovered what she was talking about. On the nightstand was that old wooden duck. Only it had been restored. New paint, the missing wheel replaced. It almost looked new. I was stunned. I know I threw it in the trash, yet here it was. I was about to mention it, when I saw something. A cloud? That was my first thought. A cloud descending on Ann. A cloud with human form. A cloud with a very large cock, descending on Ann. I moved onto the bed and Ann welcomed me with open arms. Only it was the cloud who took my place. I leaned in and kissed Ann. I didn't want her to know someone else was between her legs. She whispered "Will you lick me first?" That was the first time she actually said 'lick me'. I didn't know what to do, until I noticed cloud Dan dive face first into her pussy. For the first time I could actually see what he was doing to her. Though still mostly transparent, I could make out his features and especially his tongue as it worked her over. He stopped after her first orgasm, looked up at me and grinned. The he went back to work on her. When she had cum a second time he leaned away and beckoned to me with a tilt of his head. I scrambled between her legs and pumped her furiously for maybe two minutes before sending my load in her. The whole time I could feel his presence behind me. Watching me. I knew he was thinking "Hurry and finish so I can give her what she needs." As I lay on her gasping she said "Will you get Dan for me?" This only confirmed what I thought before. I rose to my knees and turned around. I was face to face with the spectre. Something bumped my stomach and I looked down at his huge cock. Just as it was described in the journal. Large, apple head, thick, long. He put his hand on my head and pushed it down. I didn't struggle. I took him into my mouth. Only the head, but that was enough for him to know I was compliant. Then I backed away and let him have her. He must have only given her some of his mighty cock before, because as he bottomed out in her she cried out "Oh God. It's even deeper that before. Oh Mark. That is so good. Keep going dear." Dan stopped stroking in her and beckoned to me again. I knee walked to beside her head and stuck my dick on her face. She absentmindedly took it into her mouth. When she did that he started to stroke into her again. As he hit bottom again, her eyes flew open in sudden realization. How could I be fucking her with a toy if my dick was in her mouth. By then it was too late. He had her. He was giving her long deep thrusts, and she raised her knees, wrapped her arms around him and surrendered. "Oh God it's soo gooood. Please don't stop. So big... Oh Dan... keep fucking me." Yes, she was his. I couldn't believe how my rather reserved Ann had turned into a wanton sex fiend. She thrashed about and yelled obscenities I wasn't aware she knew. Yet, not once did she try to stop him from fucking her brains out. When he had finished with her, he got up and was gone. Ann was completely comatose. Which didn't stop me from taking another turn. January 28 1921 Last night Elizabeth again drank too much. Not at my urging this time. When we got her to bed, Dan and I undressed her. I didn't have to invite Dan to undress, he was nude just after her. He arranged her limp body to put her butt on the edge of the bed. He picked up her legs and handed them to me to hold, then just waited for me to get him wet. I thought I could bring him close to the brink with my mouth, then he would just seed her. He stood between her legs as I worked on about half his cock. After a few minutes, he pushed my head away and lined up with her opening. It took a couple of minutes, but soon he was in her very deep. I sat, holding her legs up, as he made deeper and deeper progress. Her body must have been responding to lubricate the bottom half of his cock because after only a few minutes he was buried in her all the way. I watched with rapt interest as he claimed her. I was so caught up in watching I suddenly realized that I was no longer holding her legs. She had drawn them back of her own accord, and was now moaning with each thrust of his hips. Dan leaned down and covered her body with his. Her hands went to his buttocks in an attempt to draw him in deeper. She was meeting each of his thrusts with one of her own. The noises she made surely would wake the dead. She had several climaxes, the last came at the same time as his. I was quickly faced with the dilemma of explaining to Elizabeth why Dan was fucking her. I finally came forward with the truth about my injuries, which Dan confirmed. Then Dan told her how I was upset that I couldn't give her the children she wanted. He laid it on pretty thick, to the point where Elizabeth was soon crying. She even apologized to me for thinking the worst about my intentions. Elizabeth decided that Dan should share our bed until we were sure she was pregnant. It was Monday evening I read this latest installment. I was in my study, Ann seemed to be avoiding me. Understandably considering what occurred the night before. She was either mad at me for letting someone or something fuck her. Or she was mad at herself for the same thing. It was obvious we both enjoyed it, but who knows how a woman's mind works. I went to our room and found the door locked. "Ann. Darling. Open the door." Silence. "Please Ann. We need to talk about this." "I don't want to talk right now." Was all she would say. She stayed in that room the rest of the evening. Later on the way to one of the other bathrooms I heard moaning, Then "Oh God..Oh God. So good ..Yes ...Yes!" I knew he was fucking her again, and I was hard instantly. "It's so big..so good.. don't stop..I love it..OH GOD!" March 31 1921 Dan has succeeded in getting Elizabeth with child. Everyone is delighted for us. It has been a strange journey for me. Watching nightly as Dan pleasures my wife. Somehow it seems proper for Dan to be enjoying her charms, since I am useless in the propagation of the species. Elizabeth still takes care of me as well. Most nights I get to go first, then she has lubrication to receive him. I am still expected to prepare him for her. I don't really mind. I am also aware of them dallying when I'm not around. I drilled a hole in the floor of the attic directly over our bed. I have spent quite a few hours spying on their trysts. A hole in the floor? I wonder if it's still there. I studied the layout of the attic in relation to our bedroom. Moved a few boxes and other crap, and there it was. Our bed was in the same spot where the Warrens had theirs. The ceiling in our bedroom was rather ornate with lots of swirl patterns in what I assume is plaster. I had never seen the hole, so it must be hidden in the pattern. Peering through the hole I could clearly see Ann. I could also clearly see she was again getting her brains fucked out by the spectre of Dan. I pulled out my hard dick and stroked it as I watched. I fell asleep on the sofa in my study, where Ann found me sometime after midnight. "Come to bed. We will talk in the morning." I called my secretary and said I wouldn't be in today. I was afraid I might be out for a while dealing with a divorce. Ann brought me coffee and we sat in the living room. "Dear, I don't know what to say. I'm sorry this happened, I didn't mean for it to. I was weak and let it go too far. Do you think you can find it in your heart to forgive me, Mark?" I'm sure I looked like a deer in the headlights. Was Ann apologizing to me? Could I forgive her? Okay. What the fuck is going on. "Well, Dear, maybe you should start at the beginning." I said to cover my dumbfoundedness. "I guess it started right after we moved in. I kept feeling like I was being watched. Then at night sometimes I felt a hand on me, you know, down there. I assumed it was you, playing with me in your sleep." "Then that day I was in the bathtub listening to music, I fell asleep and dreamed I was having sex..well actually it was like someone was maturbating me. I woke up and my pussy was on fire. You remember I practically raped you before dinner. Then I .. well I took you into my mouth. I don't know why.. I couldn't help myself. Something made me do it. "But then, when he ate my pussy, I knew something was wrong. I just kept telling myself it was you. I didn't want to believe the truth. I was having sex with a ghost and loving it. "I'm so sorry Mark. It must have really hurt you to see me like that. I mean to respond to him the way I did. Can you forgive me? I don't want a divorce." Funny, I got the house through a divorce settlement. As a matter of fact, every time the house came on the market it was due to a divorce. Except the first time when the last of the Warren children passed. "I don't want a divorce either, but I think I should show you something." We went to my study where I showed Ann the journal. I pointed out the passages referring to Dan. She became quite interested then. She read up to where I had quit. "You think this is him?" She asked me. "I can only assume. There seems to be quite a few similarities." "How does it end?" "That's a good question. Let's find out." We skipped ahead to the end of the Journal. June 5 1935 I can't believe Elizabeth. She has finally taken this too far. Father has long ago passed, I am rich, I need no more heirs. Yet, she has me pose for one of those photographs with all our children, and him. Then proceeds to tell me she is again with child. We already have six children by that bastard and she gets herself pregnant again! I don't care if she is Catholic, this has to stop! The last entry simply read July 28 1935 No one will ever find his body. "Holy shit!" I said aloud when I read that. "Do you think..? Did this Warren guy kill Dan?" Ann asked me. There was a hint of sadness in her voice. I guess I can understand how she might be upset hearing that her lover was murdered. Even if it was over seventy years before he was her lover. "I can only speculate, but it seems so." We went back to the middle of the journal reading certain passages, and skipping others. It seems that young Mr. Warren had warned his father about the upcoming stock market crash. Finally convincing him to put some of his money into gold, silver, and other commodities that would withstand the crash. His father still kept the bulk of his fortune in the market, and when it crashed, so did his father. Twenty five stories below his office window. Young Warren appeared to weather the storm rather well. The last two children came after his father's death, and were unnecessary in his eyes. The fact that Elizabeth wouldn't quit having sex with Dan, pushed him over the edge. We were pretty quiet the rest of the day. Seems we both had a lot to think about. "Does it bother you that a ghost lives in our house?" I asked as we went to bed. "He doesn't appear to mean us any harm." She answered, and we were soon making out. I didn't want to think about all the fucking she got the night before, but I couldn't get it out of my mind. It made me so horny, I was in her for only a few strokes when I unloaded. I was laying on her, catching my breath. "I'm sorry babe. I couldn't hold out any longer." Then I looked into her eyes. "You need him?" I could tell she didn't want to hurt my feelings. "It's okay babe. Do you want him?" Reluctantly she nodded. I rolled away from her and spoke to the empty room. "Dan, you shouldn't keep a lady waiting." Suddenly he was there. I could see him a little clearer now. Each time he fucked Ann, he appeared to get more...I don't know what..substantial? Less invisible? I could still see through him but I could make out his features better. He took his place between her legs and turned to me. His cock was limp, and I knew what he wanted. With my eyes closed, I would swear it felt like a real, live (though huge), cock. Once he was hard, I relinquished his cock, and directed it into my wife. Ann held my hand as Dan pleasured her. "Is that what you needed babe?" I asked her after her first orgasm. She was biting her lower lip as she looked into my eyes. "It's okay babe... tell me the truth. Is he fucking you good?" "Oh yes. I'm sorry dear, but he fucks me so good." She closed her eyes and brought her knees up around his hips. Thrusting her pelvis to meet his mighty cock. One hand gripping mine, the other around his neck. She kissed him as he stroked into her, playing her body like a maestro. Her orgasms were strong and constant. This time I could actually see him shudder in climax. She was right with him having another of her own. When he lifted himself away from her I could see his wilting cock was still much larger than mine. The thought of such a huge cock having been inside my wife, and spent its load, drove me mad with desire. "Come on honey, your turn." Ann said when she saw my renewed erection. I entered her easily since I didn't even touch the sides, or the back of her used pussy. "You like him having me don't you?" I nodded as I slowly pumped my hips. "Do you want him to keep fucking me? Do you like me having his big cock in me?" I could only groan and nod again. "Is it okay that I like his fucking more than yours?" That did it. I had the strongest orgasm of my life. That is how it has been. Every night, even Saturdays, Dan and I fuck her to exhaustion. On the few nights when she isn't in the mood, Dan manages to get her going, and is soon fucking her anyway. Sometimes I only watch as he brings her to earth shattering orgasms. I know I can't compete with his size or stamina. I don't have the techniques he has acquired over the last hundred years either. On Saturday, a couple of months later, Ann told me she was going shopping with her sister. "I'm going to need some maternity clothes." She said as she closed the door behind her. I was in shock the whole time I finished my morning coffee. I was stepping into the shower when a thought crossed my mind. Was it mine? Do ghosts shoot sperm? I suddenly felt him behind me, and turned to face him. "She's pregnant." I informed him. He nodded and smiled. "Is it mine or yours?" I asked. Dan put his hand on my shoulder and pushed down. I went to my knees and looked at his cock. It throbbed and began to grow right before my eyes. I grasped it and took it into my mouth. In my head I heard him for the first time. "Does it matter?" Without removing his cock, I looked up at him as I pleasured him. He didn't speak, but I heard him again. "Does it?" I shook my head 'no'. "Good." I finished blowing him and swallowed as I felt him cum. I didn't get to taste it because he was deep in my throat. I stood and gazed at him. "It's yours." I heard and he was gone. I guess all the fucking we had been doing finally worked. I assume his big cock pushed my sperm where it needed to go. That night we had amazing sex, the three of us. It is always great, but Ann was in such a good mood, it was truly amazing. She seems to enjoy that I don't mind handling his cock. She even asks me to put him in her. When I 'prepare' him, she smiles and watches. The next day I decided to work in the attic. With all that had been going on, I had completely forgotten my project. I went up the stairs and stopped dead in my tracks. The place was immaculate. The floor cleaned the furniture arranged nicely. Books and stuff put on shelves. I think it was even freshly painted. I couldn't have done as good a job. I smiled and said aloud "Thanks Dan." He appeared. It struck me funny because he was nude. I had only seen him at night and in the shower, so now in the daylight, to me it was odd. I guess ghosts don't really need clothes, and what would happen if they wore them? Would the clothes just drop when the ghost disappeared? "Thanks Dan." I repeated. "That was very nice of you. I owe you one." Ghostly Cuckold He smiled and looked down. Of course he was getting hard. "Is that what you want? You like my blowjobs?" I couldn't resist and got to my knees. As I suck his great cock, I heard "You like it too." I nodded and sucked it the best I could.