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 Spirited Bed & Breakfast

   When Abbie and her husband Mel bought an old Victorian mansion on the
outskirts of the city they did so with two goals.  The first was to convert
the big, run-down house into a bed-and-breakfast.  Their plan was to rent
out rooms to businessmen tired of cookie-cutter motels, providing a more
home-like atmosphere.  They were reasonably close to the financial center
and since Mel was an executive with a major insurance company he had the
kind of contacts to make this feasible.

   Their short-term goal was to have sex in every room in the house.

   They made better progress on the second goal than on the first.  The
afternoon they first looked at the house the real estate agent let them
wander through the place on their own.  They knew they were going to buy it
when, in the basement, they found an old bed neatly covered in tarps.  When
they uncovered it Abbie said, "Mel.  Do you recognize this?

   "Looks like the bed at that B & B we went to before we were married. 
The one where we made love for the first time."

   "Made love hell.  You fucked my brains out.  Wanna do it again?" While
their agent took phone calls in the front yard, Abbie climbed onto the bed
where her husband pulled her skirt up and her panties down and they
pretended they were still dating.  It was about the fastest fuck they'd
ever had, but also one of the most exciting, given the chance that they'd
be discovered at any moment.

   The day they closed on the deal, Abbie and Mel headed over to the empty
house.  Undeterred by the lack of furniture, Abbie took her clothes off and
bent over the kitchen cabinet.  Mel dropped his trousers and, at his wife's
urging, shoved his dick up her ass.

   Progress on the renovation went much slower.  The downstairs had been
remodeled before they bought it.  This included a modern kitchen with a
small breakfast nook.  The former music room had been made into a master
bedroom with an attached bath.  The living room, sun room and dining room
had also been modernized.  The upstairs was a mess.  Where they had
envisioned four rooms with private baths there existed six bedrooms that
had not changed since the early 1900`s.  There was a single bath with
antiquated plumbing.  Walls had to be taken out and rearranged, plumbing
updated and expanded, new flooring and ceilings had to be installed, as
well as windows that didn't leak when it rained.  Despite Mel's hefty
earnings, the monstrosity was eating up money faster than he could get it.

   Even though work on the remodeling had slowed nearly to a stop, they
continued to fuck their way through the downstairs rooms.  The master
bedroom was taken care of their first night in the place; the master bath
the following morning.  They initiated the back parlor as Abbie leaned out
the window watching their next door neighbor weed her garden while Mel
pulled off Abbie's shorts and took her from behind.

   Mel went down on her in the breakfast nook in appreciation of Abbie
making him his favorite peanut butter and bacon sandwich.  The next day she
sucked him off in the garage after he changed the oil in her car.  The
living room was taken care of when they got naked and she sat on his lap,
riding his cock while they watched Dancing with the Stars.

   One morning before leaving for work Mel was talking to his mother on the
telephone in the sun room.  As he sat on the window sill listening to her
plans for the weekend, Abbie got on her knees in front of him.  She
unzipped his trousers and pulled them and his shorts down.  While he tried
to act as if nothing was happening she ran her tongue around the crown of
his dick, licking up the pre-cum oozing out.  Then holding his cock-head in
her lips she opened her blouse and pulled her bra down, releasing her big
boobs.  She carefully laid his rod between her girls and pressed them
together, bouncing them up and down around the trapped organ.  "Uh Mom,"
Mel managed to say.  "I gotta get off here and get to work.  I'll call you
later from the office." He bit his lip as his mother continued talking. 
"Yeah," he said.  "Love you too.  Goodbye." The he gasped, "Oh god baby,
you're gonna make me cum." Abbie hoped he'd hung up on his mother.

   "Looking up at him she said, "You like that honey?  You like fucking my
tits?" Silly question as his cum was bubbling out of her cleavage at the
time.  Abbie released him from her boobs and took him back into her mouth,
savoring the salty/sweet fluid she'd learned to love.

   When he finally finished pumping sperm into her mouth she tucked him
back into his shorts and said, "Now honey.  Go to work and make lots of
money so we can get the rooms upstairs finished.  I've got plans on how we
can use them - before we rent them out." Little did she know how those
plans would be changed.

   On his drive to work Mel was having trouble keeping his mind on his
driving.  He'd decided he could take a long lunch and make it home for a
nooner.  As he was thinking about what he was going to do to his loving
wife he had trouble keeping his car going in a straight line.  He was only
slightly over the yellow line.  In fact, he'd have been okay - if the
on-coming driver hadn't been similarly distracted.  She also was only
slightly over the line.  They both died instantly in the head-on collision.

   Abbie's grief was almost totally debilitating.  She had never even
considered what life would be like without Mel.  For a month she just was
in a fog, barely acknowledging what was going on around her.  Their
families had been supportive, but finally they had to get on with their own
lives.  One thing she had not considered was that during his career in the
insurance business, Mel had accumulated a number of policies, all of which
paid off double because he'd died in an accident.  She hardly noticed the
number, and size, of the checks that she received.  Their attorney made
sure the monies were properly invested and set up a regular payment to her
for day-to-day needs.  Abbie was not just a widow, she was a rich widow.

   Abbie was used to having sex, and lots of it.  After several weeks she
began to realize that she still craved the sexual stimulation.  One night
she finally gave in to her body's needs.  As she lay in bed she thought
about all the ways Mel used to do her, and the things she had loved doing
to him.  As she relived them she let her hands wander over her body.  She
pinched and squeezed her tits, sending familiar tingles through her.  It
wasn't the same as when Mel had done it, but it felt good after weeks of
celibacy.  She felt herself getting wet and excited.  She let her fingers
slide down until they were teasing open her pussy lips.  She closed her
eyes and sighed as she teased her clit out of hiding.  She rubbed it with
her thumb as she worked her fingers around in her cunt.  Finally she was
gasping in her first orgasm for over a month.

   "Baby, that was so hot.  I loved it."

   "Thank you Mel.  It was nice.  I'm glad you liked it."

   "I really did.  That's just what I - what we, needed.  Thank you for
sharing that."

   "And thank you . . .  Mel!  Mel, is that you?"

   "Of course, Honey.  Who did you expect?"

   "But it can't be.  You . . .  you're . . ."

   "Dead?  Yes I am.  But that doesn't mean I can't enjoy watching you get
off.  In fact, I wouldn't have made it back here if not for that.  That
seemed to have been the trigger."

   Abbie finally opened her eyes and looked around.  Sure enough, sitting
on the side of the bed was her beloved Mel.  Naked.  With a large erection
- which he was stroking with his hand.  Abbie reached over and tried to
grasp the organ she missed so much.  Unfortunately she grasped only air as
her hand went right through the cock.  "I'm sorry, honey.  You can see me
and hear me now, but you will never be able to touch me." He stuck his hand
out as if he was going to grab her tit, but his fingers went through the
flesh and she felt nothing.  "I can't touch you, either.  But I can do
this," he went on, stroking his cock harder and faster.  Abbie watched
fascinated as her late husband jacked himself off.  Soon he was making
those noises in his throat that told her he was approaching orgasm.  "Oh
god oh god," he cried out.  Abbie saw the organ twitch.  Then, instead of
the white cream she expected, a cloud of tiny bubbles shot from him.  As he
throbbed more masses of bubbles out, they floated up and disappeared
through the ceiling.

   "What the hell was that?" Abbie asked in her confusion.

   "I guess that must be ghost cum," he said.  That was my first time and I
didn't know what to expect, but I was pretty sure a dead guy couldn't
produce sperm."

   "But bubbles."

   "Yeah.  This afterlife thing is weird."

   "You're telling me," Abbie agreed.  "But why, uh, why are you naked?

   "Why not.  I'm a ghost.  My clothes didn't die, just me.  I know it's
not like you see on TV.  Since I can't touch anything concrete, there's no
way I can wear clothes.  You'll notice I'm not really sitting on the bed."
Abbie realized that he was actually sitting a few inches above the surface.

   "And why do you have that?" Abbie said, pointing at the penis which was
still big and hard despite what had apparently been an orgasm.  "It usually
takes a while for you to get it back up."

   "Well, this is they way it was when I passed over - died, that is - so
this is the way it will stay, no matter what, apparently."

   Seeing the sheepish look on Mel's face, Abbie said, "I think there's
more to that story.  Come clean now."

   "I was kinda . . .  uh . . .  thinking of what I was planning on doing
with you when the accident happened."

   "And that caused a hard-on?"

   "Yeah.  Sort of."

   "There's more, isn't there."

   "Uh, yeah.  Did anyone say anything about my clothes after the
accident?"

   "There was something about your pants, but I wasn't paying much
attention.  I'd just lost my husband, you know.  Wait.  I remember.  Your
pants were unzipped and pulled part way down.  Oh my god!" she exclaimed,
suddenly realizing what had so distracted her husband that he'd hit another
car head on - and why his ghost had a hard-on.  "You were jacking-off,
weren't you?"

   "Yeah, I guess so.  But I was thinking of you, dear."

   "So, now it's my fault?" As much as she missed her husband, Abbie was
still pissed off by what he'd done.

   After he pleaded guilty to killing himself through his own inability to
control his carnal desires, she finally calmed back down.  It was hard to
stay mad at a dead husband.  Especially a naked one sitting on the edge of
your bed.

   "I wish you could touch me.  I really need to be made love to about
now."

   "Alas, those days are over.  All we can do is watch and encourage each
other."

   "How long?  Are you going to be with me the rest of my life?" Abbie
asked, not sure what answer she wanted.  She was glad to have Mel to talk
to, but she had imagined that after a period of grief her life would return
to a new normalcy.  She even hoped someday to get laid, which would be hard
with a dead husband hanging around.

   "I'm not sure.  I know I need to move on, but I have this feeling that
there's something that must be accomplished - finished - before that can
happen.  I just don't know what it is." The two of them, the live wife and
the deceased husband, sat without speaking for a long while.  Then Mel went
on, "One thing I know that needs to be finished is this house.  We had lots
of plans and you need to complete them."

   "You mean the renovation and running a B and B?"

   "Yes, that.  There's no reason you can't afford to have contractors
complete everything that needs to be done.  What ever else that may have
happened, money is not a problem anymore.

   They talked about what needed to be done to prepare the house to be a
bed and breakfast.  Mel had a specific general contractor in mind.  Soon
the house was full of construction workers.  Abbie became inured to having
a dead husband as a consultant.  She was relieved to find that no one else
could see or hear him.  She did start to get a reputation for mumbling to
herself, however.

   As the weeks went on the renovation went quickly.  There's nothing like
lots of money to make contractors hurry things along.  And downstairs,
Abbie and Mel regularly masturbated for each other, both wishing that they
could touch as well as observe.  Usually Abbie brought herself to a nice
orgasm, then she'd watch as Mel coaxed bubbles out of his dick.  Sometimes
she'd position her face above the phantom organ and when he reached his
orgasm she'd open her lips and let the bubbles drift up into her mouth.  Of
course she couldn't taste or feel anything as they drifted right through
her.  But despite everything they did, Mel never lost his hard-on.

   Finally the work was finished and Sam, the general contractor, was
prepared to take Abbie through the rooms upstairs.  "Let me show you what
we've accomplished.  I think you're going to really like it.  As Abbie
started after the young man toward the stairs, Mel caught her eye.

   "Wait a minute honey.  Tell Sam you'll meet him in Room Number One in a
few minutes.  There's something I want to talk to you about first."

   After Sam went upstairs, Mel told his wife, "You remember that the
renovation was only part one of our plans for the upstairs rooms, don't
you?"

   "Sure.  We're gonna rent them out, too.  We've pretty much got the
groundwork done to operate as a B & B.  That'll be up and running in a few
weeks."

   "That was part three.  Part two was . . .  "

   "You mean having sex in every room?  We can hardly do that now, can we?"

   "We can't.  You can.  I can watch."

   "You mean you want me to fuck other people in our house - while you
stand around waving that thing in the air?" She was slightly taken aback at
the suggestion.  But also more than slightly turned on by it.  She needed
to be fucked for sure.  And the thought of her husband watching only made
it more exciting.

   "That's right.  And I think you should start in Room One with Sam.  He's
been eyeing you for weeks.  I'm sure he'd love to get in your pants."

   "So you want me to go upstairs and screw this nice young man?  Like in
your fantasy?  The one where you watch me fuck another man?"

   "You got it.  Although in the fantasy I got to fuck you too, but this is
as close as we're gonna get now."

   "Well hell, let's go seduce us a contractor."

   "Honey, you are really a special person," Mel said approvingly.

   When they arrived at Room One Sam was standing in the hall.  With a
flourish he opened the door and escorted Abbie inside.  Mel followed,
walking through the door Sam had closed behind them.  "What do you think?"
Sam said.

   "Oh Sam, it's beautiful.  You've even refinished the bed from the
basement.  The old four-poster had a new mattress on it and was made up
with an antique looking quilt.

   "I hoped you'd like it.  And check this out," Sam said, showing her the
closets and the attached bath.

   "It's exactly like we'd planned," Abbie said.  "And I really love the
bed," she added, walking over to it and pulling Sam after her.  Then,
turning to the young man she stepped closer, their bodies nearly touching.
"You've managed to bring our dreams to life.  But there's one more thing we
planned.  Something I want you to help me with."

   "Anything," Sam said.  "What do you need?"

   "You," Abbie said as she put her arms around him and pulled his body
against hers.  She looked him in the eye and, with a smile, said, "We
planned on christening the renovation right here in this bed." As she said
it she slid her leg between his.

   "Oh yes.  I can help with that," Sam said, pressing his hard dick
against her thigh.  Then she kissed him.  Out of the corner of her eye she
could see Mel slowly stroking his spectral erection.  Breaking the kiss,
Abbie stepped back and, grasping the hem of her skirt, pulled it off over
her head.  She held out her hands, presenting her nakedness to Sam who
nodded in approval.  So did Mel.  Abbie turned and pulled the quilt down
and off the bed.  By the time she had climbed up on it Sam had his shirt
off and was pulling his pants down.  Abbie laid back against the pillows
and watched as Sam's shorts came down, letting his erection spring out.  "A
real one at last," she thought.

   She spread her legs and said, "Come here, baby.  I need it bad." Sam
bent over the bed, his face over her crotch.  Then he leaned forward and
covered her pussy with his mouth.  "Oh yeah, good, feels so good," Abbie
murmured as Sam worked her over with his tongue.  "Oh shit yes!" she cried
out as he forced his tongue into her.  She was vaguely aware of Mel
standing by the bed, watching another man eat his wife's pussy.

   As good as it felt to have Sam go down on her, Abbie needed more.  She
grabbed the sides of his head and pulled his face up.  "Get up here.  I
want you in me." She didn't have to ask twice.  Sam crawled up between her
legs.  She felt the tip of his cock against her pussy, then with a lunge
she shoved it completely into her.  "God, god god yes," she mumbled.  Then
she kissed him open-mouthed.  It had always turned her on to taste her sex
on Mel's face, and it did the same as she sucked her own pussy-juice off
Sam's lips.  It felt so good to her to finally have a cock inside her - one
that she could feel - as Sam drove repeatedly into her cunt.  When she
finally reached her climax she came with a scream.  Then she screamed again
as she felt Sam's warm cum spurting into her.  With a man lying on top of
her, she couldn't tell where Mel was but she smiled as she saw a stream of
bubbles floating through the ceiling.

   *****

   It actually took a month to get the business up and running.  Abbie was
so busy she hardly even thought about sex.  Of course having been
thoroughly fucked after months of abstinence helped tide her over.

   The first week they were opened three rooms were rented out.  Room One
was occupied by an older couple who were house-hunting following the man's
relocation to the home office.  In Room Two was Phil, a former co-worker of
Mel's who was in town for a series of meetings.  Room Three was rented to a
woman from the U.K., Lacy, who was an executive in a London firm doing
business with Mel's old company.

   The first two days Abbie was run ragged.  She was just learning how much
work was involved with actually having guests in the place.  And of course
having a naked ghost hanging around was no help at all.  By Thursday she'd
finally gotten into a routine that made life easier.  On Friday the couple
checked out, as did Lacy.  "But I'll be back in a fortnight," she said. 
"And I wouldn't think of staying anywhere else."

   That left Phil, who wasn't leaving until the following morning.  When
Phil finally went up to his room, Abbie sat down in the kitchen and was
enjoying a hard earned glass of wine when Mel walked in through the door,
the closed door.  "Drink up, sweetie.  We've got Room Two to take care of."
When Abbie gave him a blank look he went on.  "Our project, remember?

   "What the hell are you talking about?"

   Room number Two.  Phil.  You need to get up there so we can cross it off
our list."

   "Our list.  Oh yeah, the sex thing.  How cum it's `our' list when I seem
to be the one doing the fucking?" she asked, although she realized that
wasn't much of a sacrifice for her.  "Besides, what makes you think he's
interested?"

   "He's up there right now getting ready to jack off.  He does it every
night.  I'm sure he's thinking about you."

   "He is married, you know.  He could be thinking about his wife."

   "Have you seen his wife?  Who would waste a perfectly good fantasy on
her?"

   He had a point.  Abbie had seen Phil's wife.  It wasn't that she wasn't
attractive.  She would be, if she didn't frown so much.  `Tight ass' was
the best anyone could say about her.  Or `bitch.' And it got worse from
there.

   "Well, I'm pretty tired.  But . . .  I might be interested."

   Abbie knocked on the door, then quickly opened it.  "I'm here to turn
down your bed," she said.  "Oh, I guess I'm too late," she added when she
saw Phil in the bed, the sheet pulled up to his chin.  She also saw the
sheet tented out in the middle.  Phil's hand was under the cover and it
looked to Abbie like he was holding his dick up.

   Quickly Phil pulled his knees up, disguising his hard-on.  "Sorry,"
Abbie said.  She closed the door behind her and walked toward the bed. 
"But maybe there is something I can help you with." Abbie sat down on the
edge of the bed and put her hand on Phil's knee, gently pushing it down
until his erection was exposed.  "Oh yeah," she said, here's something that
needs attention.  She grasped the hard organ through the sheet and gave it
a soft jerk.  Then she reached up and pulled the sheet down, revealing
Phil's naked body.  He still had his own hand around his dick.  "I'll take
care of that," she said, replacing his hand with her own.

   Phil just lay still, as if he didn't know what was happening.  Abbie
glanced up to where Mel was standing.  "Suck it, babe.  He'll love it."

   "So will you," she thought.  Aloud she said, "I love a man with a good,
hard cock." The she added to herself, "A live man with a dick I can touch."
She bent over and ran her tongue around his crown, then licked down the
length of him until she was kissing his balls.  Running her mouth back up
the length of him she found his cock-head covered with the slick fluid
oozing out of him.  She rubbed his pre-cum around on her lips before she
looked Phil in the eye and licked the spunk off her lips.  Glancing
sideways, she winked at a smiling Mel.

   "That's so hot, Abbie.  Suck it, suck his dick.  Deep throat him, I'm
sure he's never had that before," Mel said.  Abbie opened her mouth and
dropped it over Phil's dick until it was poking against the opening to her
throat.  She hesitated, using her tongue to stimulate the organ in her
mouth, then she dropped her head, forcing the cock completely into her
throat, her nose pressing against Phil's belly.  Phil moaned as she shook
her head before she pulled back.

   Abbie lifted her head, releasing Phil's cock from her mouth.  Looking
him in the eye again, she asked, "Do you want to cum in my mouth, Phil? 
I'd like that." Still in a daze, Phil just nodded.

   "Do it, honey.  Make him cum," Mel said.  Abbie smiled, then took the
organ back into her mouth.  She began stroking the lower half of the rod
while she bobbed her head, stimulating the top half with her lips while she
rubbed her tongue around the crown.  She felt Phil's ball sac contract and
suddenly her mouth was full of his spunk.  He throbbed several times,
shooting more of his cum across her tongue.  "Baby, you give the best
head," Mel said.

   Encouraged by her hubby - late hubby - Abbie swallowed everything she
could coax out of Phil until finally she was left with a limp wad of man in
her mouth.  Only then did she release him.  "Thank you Phil.  Thank you for
giving me your cum." Abbie pulled the sheet back up to Phil's chin. 
"Goodnight now," she said as she walked out of the room.  She realized that
while Mel had talked all the way through the blow job, Phil had never said
a word.  But he did have a big smile on his face.

   *****

   The next two weeks were busy even though the place was never completely
filled.  Abbie had calculated that she could break even with three rooms
rented during the week, which was what she was averaging.  Two weeks after
her tryst with Phil he was back, but with his wife.  Lacy also returned
that week and was in Room Three.  Phil's wife Andrea was as awful as Abbie
had remembered.  Nothing suited her.  She was constantly complaining.  She
didn't like the room, the food, or even the weather - and it was all
Abbie's fault.  Abbie was glad she'd given the bitch's husband a blow job -
probably the only one he'd ever get.

   Phil and Andrea checked out Friday morning, not a moment too soon.  Lacy
was supposed to leave that day also but she asked if she could stay over
until Saturday, and Abbie gladly agreed.  Friday when Lacy returned from
work she asked Abbie to take the evening off and watch a video with her. 
"You need a break after being nice to that harridan all week.  "How can
that man stand being married to a bitch like that?  I wonder if he ever
gets any nookie?" Abbie smiled, but kept her mouth shut about the latter
comment.

   Lacy had brought a DVD she'd picked up in Paris and hadn't watched yet.
After supper she and Lacy settled into the back parlor and Lacy put the
movie on.  As usual that morning Lacy had dressed in a blue "power suit"
with a white blouse under her jacket.  When she came back down with the
video she'd removed the suit and skirt, wearing only her blouse which
barely covered her panties - knickers she called them.  When she bent over
Abbie saw that Lacy had also taken her bra off.  Abbie could see the big
girls swaying under the cloth.  Abbie herself had changed into sweats after
removing her own underwear.  She had done it to be comfortable, but it
seemed as if Lacy had dressed to be sexy.  She had been successful.

   Sharing a glass of wine, they settled onto the sofa to watch the movie,
which turned out to be in French, without subtitles.  Lacy tried to
translate as much as possible.  While Abbie didn't get much of the dialog,
the general theme was obvious.  A Parisian housewife was falling in love
with the woman who lived next door.  At one point in the movie the two
women were sharing an intimate embrace.  As the scene became more steamy -
a lot of clothes seemed to be falling off of the actresses - Lacy rested
her head on Abbie's shoulder.  For some reason that seemed not only natural
but also very pleasant to Abbie.  Glancing down, she saw that Lacy was
rubbing herself through her knickers.  Abbie realized she could actually
smell the other woman's sex - or maybe it was her own.  She had to admit
the action on the screen was turning her on too.  She was very aware of her
hard nipples pressing out against her sweat shirt, and she hoped Lacy
noticed also.  She wondered, if she took the shirt off, Lacy might suck on
her tits a little.  She'd be glad to take over rubbing the other woman's
knickers.

   Mel, who was sitting in the air above the TV, was smiling, obviously
enjoying watching the women trying to control their desire.  As the film
faded to black Lacy looked Abbie in the eye, almost as if she to be kissed.
When that didn't happen Lacy said, "I think I'll go up to my room now."

   "I'll just pick up down here a few minutes," Abbie told her.  As soon as
Lacy had left Abbie addressed Mel.  "Remember that fantasy you used to tell
me about?"

   "You mean the one with you and another woman?" he said with a spectral
smile.  "Of course I do, but it also involved me fucking one or the other
of you."

   "Actually I think it involved you fucking the both of us.  Not going to
happen now, is it?  But what is going to happen is I'm going to initiate
Room Three.  You comin'?"

   "I will be."

   Abbie knocked lightly on the door to Room Three, then let herself in. 
Lacy was standing with her back to the door, facing the full-length mirror
on the far wall.  Her blouse was off and she was pinching her nipples. 
Neither woman said a word as Lacy watched Abbie in the mirror.  Abbie
smiled and pulled her own shirt off.  The she walked over until her breasts
were touching the other woman's back.  Reaching around Lacy, she replaced
the other woman's hands with her own, pinching the swollen nipples.  Lacy
leaned back, her head on Abbie's shoulder.  "Nice.  Feels so nice.  Thanks,
Abbie."

   "And thank you for being so sexy," Abbie said.  Lacy put her hand on top
of Abbie's left one, then gently pulled the hand down to her crotch.  Abbie
could feel the moisture seeping through the silk knickers.  Lacy pressed on
Abbie's hand forcing the other woman's fingers between her pussy lips. 
"You are so wet," Abbie mumbled.

   "And you?" Lacy asked, reaching behind her and feeling for Abbie's
crotch.  "Mmm, yes you are," she said when her own finger traced Abbie's
slit through her sweats.

   Finally the women let go of each other's pubes long enough for Lacy to
turn to face Abbie.  Embracing, the two women kissed open-mouthed, their
tongues exploring each other.  Breaking the kiss, Abbie asked, "Are we
going to make love?"

   "No," Lacy answered, "Something better than that." When Abbie looked at
her quizically she went on, "What I am going to do is eat your sweet cunnie
until you scream for mercy."

   "Yes, that sound better.  Know what I'm going to do after that?" Abbie
said, kissing Lacy lightly on the lips.

   "Tell me."

   "I'm going to fuck you with my tongue until you cum all over my face."

   As Abbie lay on her back, her legs spread, she thought that she'd never
felt anything as good as Lacy's mouth on her pussy.  The British woman
probed and poked with her tongue and lips, finding all those spots that
make any woman quiver.  Abbie had to smile as her husband's ghost posed
behind her lover, as if he was fucking the woman from behind.  Of course
Lacy couldn't feel the spectral dick boring into her - but Abbie could
certainly feel Lacy's fingers being forced into her cunt as the woman
sucked on her clit.  Soon she lost track of Mel as she began screaming in
her own climax.

   Later, when she was going down on Lacy's pussy, Abbie wondered if her
husband was giving her the same faux-fucking he'd given the other woman. 
She didn't much care.  Abbie had never tasted another woman's sex, although
she'd fantasized about it.  It was better than she'd imagined.  Over and
over again Lacy cried out in orgasm.  Abbie couldn't get enough of the
bitter-sweet juice flowing out of the woman`s cunt.  When finally both of
them were spent, the two women lay cuddling together, the smell of wet
pussy permeating the room.  Abbie smiled to herself as her dead husband
gave her a big thumbs up.  Room number Three was well taken care of.

   *****

   On a Monday about a month after Lacy had checked out - not before she
and Abbie spent another night feasting on each other's body - Abbie was
preparing for a full house.  The first new guest to arrive was a man about
Mel's age named Jed.  As Abbie was about to assign him to Room One Mel
caught her attention.  "Put him in Four," Mel instructed.  Happy that Jed
hadn't noticed the distraction, she gave him the key to Room Four.  She
knew her late husband had some kind of plan, and since all of his prior
plans had worked out to her pleasure she saw no reason to question this
one.

   As the week went by she did begin to have doubts about Mel's insistence
that Jed be in Room Four.  The man was very shy and hardly talked out loud,
although he did seem to mumble to himself a lot.  Abbie learned that he was
a widower and was staying at the inn while waiting to move into a new
apartment.  He had sold the house he and his late wife had lived in.  "I
just couldn't live with the memories," he told Abbie.  Even though he kept
to himself a lot Abbie felt herself growing close to him.  Maybe it was
because they'd both suffered the same loss, she kept finding things they
had in common.  After a while he started opening up to her and turned out
to be a pleasant man with a dry sense of humor.

   On Friday evening Jed was the only guest left.  He and Abbie had a pizza
together in the kitchen, then Jed went up to his room as he usually did. 
As Abbie was cleaning up Mel floated in and sat on, or rather just above,
the counter.  "I think you should take some more pillows up to Room Four."

   "What?  There's only one person in that room, why would he need more
pillows?"

   "He just does.  Go get some and take them up to him."

   "You're not only dead, you're nuts," Abbie said, exasperated.  Just then
the house phone rang.  Answering it, Abbie said, "Yeah sure.  I"ll bring
some up right away."

   As she hung up Mel asked, "Who was that?"

   "You know who it was.  The only guest in the place."

   "And what did he want?" Mel asked.

   "Pillows.  He wants me to bring him some more pillows.  And you shut
up!"

   Her arms loaded with pillows, Abbie knocked on the door of Room Four. 
Jed let her in and pointed to the corner.  "I guess you can dump those over
there," he said as he walked back and sat on the side of the bed.  Abbie
glanced at the sofa and saw Mel sitting there with a grin on his face. 
Looking back at Jed she saw he was also looking at the sofa.

   "You didn't need these?" she asked as she dropped the pillows.

   "I don't know, I guess so," he answered.  "I'm still kinda lost without
Mandy," he said, referring to his late wife.

   "I know what you mean.  I feel the same way without Mel.  How long . . .
uh . . .  how long have you been alone?"

   "Mandy died in a car accident on March the twenty-fifth."

   "Huh?" Abbie said.  "When was that again?"

   March twenty-fifth.  Out on highway five," he answered.

   "I don't believe it," Abbie said.  "In the morning?"

   "Yeah.  She was on the way home after working overnight.  I was so
looking forward to spending the day with her."

   "Jed," Abbie said carefully.  "Mel died then too.  I think they were in
the same accident." After it set in, that Jed's wife and Abbie's husband
had died in the same head-on collision, Abbie asked tentatively, "Do you
see her?  Mandy I mean."

   "Uh . . .  yeah.  She's sitting over there," Jed said, nodding at the
sofa.

   Looking over at where Mel was sitting, Abbie said, "Oh my god!" Mel was
still there, but he had his arm around an attractive, and slightly opaque,
naked woman.  "Is that Mandy?"

   "Yes," Jed answered.  "Is that Mel?"

   "And who the hell did you think we were?" Mel's ghost asked.

   "Sure, it's us.  Mandy and Mel," the female ghost added.

   "I see she's naked too," Abbie commented.

   "Not only naked, she's horny as hell.  But then, I suppose that's why
your husband, your late husband, has a boner."

   "Yep.  But there's a reason.  Tell him, Mel.  Tell him why you can't get
rid of that erection.  And also why you and Mandy ran into each other."

   "Oh, I don't think it was it was Mel's fault.  Mandy, you go first."

   "The truth is," Mandy started, then looked at Mel.  "The truth is, it
was both of us.  Abbie, I was so looking forward to what I intended to do
with Jed that I just couldn't wait.  And you, Mel?"

   "Me too.  I was planning on a good time with my wife, and I couldn't
wait either."

   "So," Mandy went on, "We were both distracted.  Doing the same thing."

   Turning to Jed, Abbie asked, "What is she talking about?"

   "Mandy was masturbating while she drove.  That's why her car drifted
over the line.  And Mel?"

   "Him too.  He had his pants down and that boner in his hand." The two of
them said without speaking a few moments, then Abbie asked, "Has she been
urging you to have sex while she watches?"

   "Uh huh.  She likes to watch and try to masturbate.  How `bout Mel?"

   "Yeah, him too.  And does she bubble?"

   "Like crazy when she tries to get herself off."

   "So does Mel.  They just shoot out of him."

   Then Mel broke in, "If you two are through discussing our shortcomings,
there's something we need to tell you."

   "Yes," Mandy went on.  "We're stuck here until we finish what we were
doing when we died.  And we neither one can do that with you.  We can't
touch you and can't feel you."

   "But since we are made of the same thing, whatever that is, we can touch
each other.  And feel it too," Mel said.  Then he bent down and sucked
Mandy's nipple between his lips.

   "Oooh, nice," she said.  "It's so nice, after all this time.  So nice to
be able to be touched and to touch someone - just like this." Pushing Mel's
face away from her tits, she leaned over with her mouth open, engulfing
Mel's erection.  She bobbed her head a few times, eliciting pleased sounds
from the male ghost.  Then she sat back up.  "But what we need is
completion.  Like this."

   Mandy floated up, lying as if she was on a bed.  Mel floated between her
open legs.  "Oh yeah," she moaned as Mel's erection penetrated her. 
Bubbles oozed out around his cock.

   "God damn!" Abbie mumbled.  She could see her husband, her late husband,
driving his spectral dick into the female ghost.  But she could also see
through Mandy's flesh.  She could see the dick impaling her, throbbing
inside her.

   "Oh fuck yes," Mel said.  "Mandy, your pussy feels so good."

   "So does your cock.  Fuck me, Mel.  Fuck me hard." As Abbie and Jed
watched, Mel repeatedly thrust deep into Mandy's cunt, visible the entire
time.  Then suddenly they both cried out.  Abbie could see the bubbles
shooting out of Mel and into Mandy.  She could also see the bubbles pouring
our of Mandy's pussy until the floating couple were almost completely
hidden from view.  Looking over, Mandy called out, "Jed, I'm leaving you
now.  I love you and want you to be happy.  Please find someone to be
with."

   "You too, Abbie.  I love you and want the best for your life.  Goodbye
now," Mel said as the bubbles completely obscured him and Mandy.  Abbie and
Jed sat silently as they watched the cloud of bubbles dissipate revealing
nothing but empty air where the coupling ghosts had been before.

   "They're gone," Abbie finally said.

   "I think that's what they wanted all along," Jed agreed.

   "Do you think they wanted us to make love?" Abbie asked.

   "I feel like we already have," Jed answered.

   "So do I," Abbie agreed.

   "We ought to do something," Jed said.

   "We could go downstairs and I'll fix you a nice peanut butter and bacon
sandwich."

   "I'd really appreciate that," Jed said.

   "I hope so," Abbie answered.  "Maybe tomorrow you can change the oil in
my car."

   "It would be my pleasure."

   "Yes, it will."

   "How `bout later tonight."

   "We can watch `Dancing with the Stars' in the living room.  I know we'll
both like that."

   *****

   (A big `Thank you' to another Erotic Stories author, moodcouple, for a
lot of help in bringing this story to life...pun intended!)