The Attic – A Ghost Story, Parts I-V - Sex Stories

The Attic – A Ghost Story, Parts I-V

... lifted my head and licked her clit. Her sister pressed her lips hard against her asshole, pushing her tongue even deeper into her ass, while still bouncing her cunt up and down my meat. More juice flushed from her pussy into my face.

I’m not normally a fast-firing lover, but this was too much. Fear and arousal mixed together, my balls tightened. A second later I felt my seed erupt inside the second girl’s cunt even as she ran her tongue in and out of her sister’s asshole.

I moaned and leaned my head back, closing my eyes, letting the orgasm wash over me.

I hadn’t had sex with any woman but my wife in over twenty years. We were a solid couple. But this was okay, right? This wasn’t cheating, because it was a dream, right?

Right?

PART II

I awoke.

I was laying on the bed in the attic. I shook my head. What a dream.

I propped myself up on my elbows, then I froze.

My shorts were pulled down around my ankles and my cock was still at half-mast, a thin trickle of residual semen sliding down the shaft. My T-shirt was pulled up around my armpits. I checked my wrists, to find the faint marks of rope burns. My ankles held similar marks.

I sat up and felt the bed, expecting to find the rest of my seed puddled on the mattress, but besides the residual trickle from my cock, the rest of my load was gone. I wasn’t a porn star, but I wasn’t a dry pop either – there should have been some semen somewhere. I checked the floor in case I had a long-distance shot. No ...

... sign of my missing load.

I rubbed my eyes. There had to be a logical explanation. I pulled my shorts back on and fixed my shirt, then made my way back down to the bedroom.

My wife, Lila, wasn’t in the bedroom. I poked my head around the corner into the master bath. She was lounging in a mountain of bubbles.

“Evening, love,” I said, leaning down and kissing her.

“Evening. You look beat. You okay?”

I rubbed my eyes. “I went up to the attic to see the work the girls did and fell asleep on that bed up there. I had a really freaky dream and it’s got me weirded out. That’s all. I’m going to get ready for bed.”

“I’ll be in in a bit.”

I dragged my 43-year-old body back into the bedroom. I pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms and moved to the bed and sat down, rubbing my eyes and massaging my shoulders.

The windows were cracked open, and I could hear soft music playing from the twins’ room as they studied. It wasn’t loud, it was soothing in a way.

Lila appeared, a towel wrapped around her curved mom-bod. She was in her mid-40s like me, but she carried herself well. Her chest and hips were a little bigger (or quite bigger, in the case of her tits) than when she had been younger, but she still was fit and beautiful. We both had made a conscious effort over the years to keep ourselves in good condition and we often were asked if we were our daughters’ older siblings rather than parents.

I absently watched as Lila rubbed lotion on her arms and legs. After a ...