My honey has talked me into sharing with you a Halloween fantasy that really turns me on. Here goes:
There is a big old house not too far from here that sits in the middle of many acres of land. Our neighbors told us that it has been for sale for many years, and nobody has been living in it for all that time.
A week ago when I drove by it, I thought just how much it looked like a classic haunted house. That night I started a silly conversation with Rob about what it would be like to explore it if it were haunted. Somehow the whole thing turned very erotic and we both got really hot as we spun several scenarios of making love in a haunted house. That conversation ended in the bedroom with the lights off and a lot of bumping in the night.
Here is my favorite scenario (with some new embellishments) in the form of a story:
It was late at night and very dark. Rob and I walked up the long dirt driveway toward the old unoccupied house. Each of us had a flashlight. The beams waved about in front of us, painting the driveway and the surrounding trees in brief flashes of dancing light.
(Why were we doing this? I have no idea. Because my story says we did! Hush now and keep reading.)
We reached the wide staircase that led up to the front porch. We climbed slowly and carefully, but we did not achieve the hoped-for stealth: each footstep produced a long loud creak. In some places the steps sank noticeably beneath my weight.
The porch itself was more of the same: dry old wood that popped and creaked as we crept to the front door.
Rob reached up and jokingly knocked on the door. It swung open with a growl of rusty hinges. Apparently it had not been latched and locked. (So I hoped anyway.)
“Come on, you really do not believe it is haunted, do you?” Rob asked. I held my flashlight so I could see his face. It did not look any more confident than I felt.
We held hands as we stepped over the threshold. The foyer was easily as big as our whole master bedroom. Our flashlights played across several tall objects standing against the walls that were covered with white sheets. Rob gingerly pulled one sheet up, uncovering a narrow shelf unit with an old clock on top.
Behind us the front door slammed shut. Startled, I grabbed Rob and threw my arms around him. We clearly heard the deadbolt slide shut.
“I guess it IS haunted!” he whispered.
Then our flashlights went out, plunging us into utter darkness.
I whimpered and hugged him even tighter.
My hugs always have a particular effect on him. After a moment he pulled my face to his and slid his tongue into my mouth.
He pressed my back against the wall as we allowed our sudden burst of passion to power our lips and tongues and fingers for several minutes. His hands felt me up inside my sweater. They kneaded my big boobies right through my bra cups. All tension and fear immediately drained out of me, leaving only lust and desire. I was ready to shed all my clothes and make long hot love right there on the floor of the foyer.
Rob noticed something, however, and pulled away from me.
“Candles!” he whispered.
Indeed it was no longer dark. Slowly we walked from the foyer to what must have been the living room. Sofas, chairs, and tables still furnished the room, although they were all covered with the ubiquitous white sheets. We could see all this in the flickering glow of candles that had somehow been lit while we were kissing and petting in the foyer. Each candle stood on a crystal holder inside a rectangular sconce embedded in the wall.
“Spoooooky,” my husband whispered into my ear. Despite the creepiness around us, I giggled. The passion from our hot kissing still lingered within me.
We heard something, a bump or knock perhaps, coming from somewhere else in the house.
“A ghoooost,” I whispered.
“Let’s go see.”
Rob took my hand and led me back into the foyer and down a long hallway. Sconces containing lit candles lined the walls on both sides. Closed doors hinted at mysterious rooms beyond.
Halfway down the hall there were doors on either side of us. We separated there, as I opened the door on the left side and stepped into the dark room, and my husband entered the opposite room.
The light of several flickering candles revealed a nicely furnished bedroom. Or a bedroom with a lot of big furniture, anyway, since most of it was covered in sheets. A big four-poster bed stood against one wall. I made my way over to it and slowly pulled back the dusty white sheet on top to reveal a fancy bedspread. The bed was still made, and it looked comfortable.
I still do not know what came over me at that point. I must have still been flush with the passion from that long hot kiss. I had this strong desire to get naked and lie on the bed. Mmmmm, then my husband would come in and see me naked and want to climb on top and play with me…
Less than a minute later my clothes were in a pile on the floor, and I was lying spread-eagle on the bed. I closed my eyes and imagined all the ghosts in the room staring at my delicious naked body. My hands started to slide up and down my chest and stomach and thighs. Feeling, fondling, caressing, mmmm…
Suddenly the bed itself grabbed me and pinned me down! Arms sprang up from the mattress all around me. Hands grabbed my arms and legs. More hands pawed at my body. Haunted fingers groped mercilessly at my big soft flailing boobies. My hard nipples were trapped inside clenching hands. Fingers slapped against my pussy and slid up and down the wet lips. I cried out and whimpered and struggled, but the hands around my arms and legs were so strong and they held me securely.
Then my honey entered the room.
My hero! He heard my cries for help! He will save me now! But, oh no, something was wrong. His eyes had a vacant look as they gazed down at my writhing, struggling body. He stared at my quaking boobies, which were being mashed and kneaded by a half dozen demon hands. His gaze traveled down my body until it came to my helpless pussy. A demon hand was still pawing at it. Strong fingers spread apart in a “V”, stretching my pussy lips open and exposing the glistening pink flesh inside. Hands pulled my thighs apart and pushed my hips upward. My helpless body was being presented to a possessed LUST MONSTER!
The thing in my husband’s body approached the bed. His pants were down and I saw his incredibly hard cock. The fingers around my cunt spread the lips even wider. My haunted husband silently climbed onto the bed. His expression was one of pure unrestrained LUST. I moaned and whimpered as I saw his cock stick straight out. It hovered just above its favorite playground.
He positioned himself on his hands and knees. His vacant eyes stared down at my boobies. The demon hands shoved my tits up against my face, making a big pile of flesh with two nipples on top. Rob’s lips descended to meet them, and he opened his mouth wide as he shoved his face down into my jiggling warmth. He sucked on them as the hands eagerly mashed helpless tit against his face. As I watched his mouth and those hands working together to feast upon my big boobies, I began to realize that whatever was possessing my husband also controlled the arms and hands protruding from the bed. Some lusty spirit, maybe even the whole haunted house, was having its way with me! The spirit must have been peeking into my husband’s own horny mind, judging from the way those demon hands were kneading my helpless boobies.
The fingers surrounding my pussy were still groping at the lips and roughly stroking them. As they spread apart real wide with my helpless lips stretched outward, I felt something touch the flesh in between them. I managed to peek around my boobies (which were still mashed all around my husband’s face) and saw that he was slowly lowering his hips down, down, and I felt the pressure increase, felt his wonderful cock push harder and harder into me, PLUNGING in unchallenged.
As the demon hands held me securely and kneaded my boobs and stroked my wet cunt, my husband fucked me with a vigor and stamina from somewhere beyond this world.
I cried out and moaned aloud, and other moans joined in with me: moans from all over the house, a great chorus of MOANING. The spirit of the house was getting it on. It could feel the titflesh in my honey’s mouth as he sucked hungrily, and it could feel the heat and pressure surrounding his thick hard dick as he rhythmically forced it into me as far as he could.
Oh wow, that fucking went on and on and on and on as those strong demon hands held me down…
Suddenly I woke up. It was all just a dream! (Don’t you just hate it when you wake up in the best part of a dream?) It was still dark in the room. I was so incredibly horny. I immediately rolled over onto my sleeping husband and beat his face with my tits to wake him up. He roared with savage lust and proceeded to have his way with my big boobies and helpless wet cunt.
And as I started to moan, I thought I heard moans coming from elsewhere in the house.
They must have just been echoes.
I hope.