Prologue – The smart-looking middle-aged couple exited their townhouse and got into their sports car. She was sexily dressed in high-fashion casual attire, appointed with red high-heeled shoes. He was dapper in nice jeans, loafers and a sports jacket. They were on their way to a private party to which they never arrived. A two-vehicle accident was reported on the six o’clock news that evening, which stated only that the occupants of the sports car did not survive the crash.
Chapter One
I read the ad again and wrote down the address. Today, my husband and I would drive to the estate sale in the ad. I was searching for a bed for our guest room.
I thought (not for the first time) how sad it was that the lovely couple had perished in a car accident on a nearby country road.
Ever since hearing of the tragic accident, I had begun to have strange dreams and thoughts of loss and unfulfilled desires. I tried not to think anything of it. I am not sure why I thought what I did next: ‘What a waste of life and love.’
I put away the breakfast things and saw to my hair and make up. I then told my husband I was ready.
A few minutes later, we were enroute to the estate sale. It was Saturday morning, and I wanted to get there before too many other people arrived.
We browsed the items on display to be polite before going to the bedroom. The bed that was for sale made a profound and immediate impact upon my mind, as if someone was whispering in my ear, ‘There are secrets here.’
We sought out the executor and inquired about the bed. She said, “Yes, it is still available.” The transaction was quickly made. ‘Why am I so excited?’ I thought to myself. ‘It’s just guest room furniture!’
As we drove home, I felt an unsettled excitement in my stomach. Again, I wondered, ‘Why am I so excited? ‘
As I picked up the phone to arrange to have the bed delivered, I felt a little breeze upon my cheek, as if someone had touched me. After the phone call, I busied myself with the projects of the day.
After a long day of flurried activities, I settled into bed and quickly fell asleep.
I awoke in the morning with vivid, lurid images in my head of a couple and another woman frolicking in the newly purchased guest room bed. My last mental impression was of the woman engaged in a hot tongue-twisting kiss.
I put the images out of my head and got busy dressing and going about the tasks for the new day. Still, I was flushed with an unexplained excitement. ‘Hurry, hurry!’ my happy, jumbled mind exclaimed.
Chapter 2 – Delivered
I stood and watched the moving men carry in the pieces and then hurriedly assemble the lovely bed. I worried in their haste that they might damage it, but all went well. I paid the driver, and they were on their way.
I stood in the guest room a long time and simply stared at the ‘new’ bed. I began to feel sensations in my body the longer I stood there. I imagined I was receiving a warm hug from someone behind me. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders as I felt lovely, soft breasts pressed against my back. I stood riveted to that spot as I enjoyed lovely shocks of pleasure delivered to my nether region. I moaned softly and was ‘rewarded’ with a soft kiss on one cheek.
I trembled and then shook myself out of the reverie. I had much to do.
As I busied myself with tasks and projects I’d committed to, but, images of the bed and its history floated in and out of my mind all day. I went to bed tired and irritated. Again, the dreams filled me with sadness. I began to hear voices murmuring in the dark.
Late in the night, I was startled awake by a voice coming from somewhere in the bedroom. I heard the words ‘touch her,’ followed by more sighs and murmurs. There was no more sleep that night.
Chapter 3 – A Ghost
The next morning, I woke with the same vividly lurid images in my head: strikingly real. This time, one of the women had the other pinned down on the bed and was hungrily licking the pussy of her passive lady friend, who writhed beneath her; obviously in the throes of an orgasm. The man sat in the corner watching and masturbating. As I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, I was horrified that wetness oozed from me and ran down my inner thighs. I could no longer ignore the sensations roaring through my body.
As I stood before the vanity mirror, I started at the reflection of a blond woman (hair over her eyes) who had a hand on my shoulder. The image evaporated, and I stood alone in the bathroom, trembling.
Chapter 4 –
Later that morning, I sat with my husband at the breakfast table, nervously fingering the handle of my lukewarm coffee cup. My husband seemed oblivious to what I thought was my obvious discomfort. I cleared my throat and prepared my first words to him. “We live in a haunted house,” I finally said, somewhat relieved to finally say it aloud. I had stated my thesis and then proceeded to pour out all the supporting evidence I knew of: the evening news segment from weeks ago, the estate sale at the residence, my thoughts while looking at the bed and of course, all the spooky manifestations I’d experienced since the bed arrived in our home.
My husband stared into my face expressionless as I recounted the voices, the two dreams and this morning’s touch in the bathroom. He said nothing for the longest time, until I asked, “Do you think I’m crazy?!”
He was silent a bit longer before speaking. “I believe you,” he said simply. “You’re not crazy.” “I’ve received visits from departed loved ones at various times in my own life,” he said as naturally as if he were talking about the weather or about sports.
“What do you want to do?” he said at last. I said, “We should sleep in the guest room,” I said with more enthusiasm than I felt. “Now I might think you’re a little crazy,” he answered.
I will never know why I said what I said next: “I think I should sleep in the guest room alone.” We looked at one another, and my husband seemed silently relieved at the resolute expression on her face. It was decided.
Chapter 5 – Charles, Anna and Louisa
The guest room was empty: at least it was devoid of all life. Two pale columns of light stood in one corner and conspired with one another. Had any human ear been in the room, it would have sounded like unearthly whispers one must strain to understand. “Is she coming?” said one voice.” “She will come. I have prepared her.” Heavy sighing and then silence. Though non-corporeal, Charles and Anna cling to one another.
The spirits vanished as the light in the room came on. Louisa stood in the middle of the guest room, unsure what to do next. She only knew she was supposed to be here.
Louisa laid her nightdress on the bedspread and took her toiletries to the en-suite. After brushing her teeth and washing up, she returned to the bedside and began to undress. As she laid her clothes across the chair, she felt as if unseen eyes were watching her every move. She stood naked and slightly shivering, though the room was not really cold. She again heard whispers but bravely ignored them as she slipped the night dress over her head and down her slim body.
She turned on the bedside reading light and dialled down the lights in the guest room to a soft glow. She could see nightfall through the bedroom window as she lay on the bed and tried to read her book. More sighs and murmured whispers followed.
Louisa soon began to feel sleepy, and her eyelids became heavy. Music from the bedside radio was hypnotic and soft. She extinguished the reading lamp and closed her eyes. Whatever was to happen would happen soon, she thought. As darkness from outside stole through the window, Louisa took the remote and brought the room lights down further, but not completely off. Light was dim, and a drowsy, dreamy stillness fell upon the guest room.
Louisa opened and again closed her eyes. She noted stirring in the room but chose to not look around.
Two figures stood now, one on either side of the bed; Anna to her left and Charles to her right. She heard breathing, and she decided to confront her visitors. She spoke aloud, “If you are ghosts, why do you breathe?” For an answer, Anna lifted one knee to mount the bed. The mattress sank slightly beneath her weight. She paused there and continued just to breathe.
Louisa opened her eyes, which fell upon the full length across the room. She gasped as she saw three figures in the mirror through the dim light. Her eyes beheld herself, Charles and Anna. Both spirits gazed unblinking upon Louisa.
Anna lifted her other knee and crouched on the bed, looking hungrily upon Louisa. There was a sweet smile on the she-spirit’s face. Charles sighed and settled onto a chair, looking upon the two women. Charles’ spirit said aloud, “Touch her.“ She moved with feline grace on her hands and knees until she was nose to nose with Louisa. Each regarded the other with no words spoken.
Chapter 6 – A Kiss
Anna leaned in and placed the lightest of kisses on Louisa’s lips. The living woman trembled as a small but distinct orgasm flashed through her body. Louisa’s small mouth opened in surprise as pleasure coursed through her body. Charles moved silently behind her to lift the nightdress over her head. Without thought or word, she lifted her arms and was free of the garment in a brief moment. She sat naked between them. Only then did she notice that all three of them were naked. Charles was handsome and unsmiling. Anna was blond, beautiful and shapely, and she wore a knowing smile as she looked into Louisa’s eyes.
Anna placed her hands gently on Louisa’s bare shoulders and kissed her tenderly but passionately. Never has Louisa felt such bliss.
Charles returned to his chair to simply watch the two women.
More kisses followed by sighs from all three of them. No one doubted what was to follow.
Charles began to slowly massage his penis, and sighed once more.
Anna pressed Louisa to her back upon the mattress and was quietly kissing her about the face, neck and shoulders.
Louisa, for her part, was enjoying the overload of pleasure she felt from both of her ghost friends. Though Anna was providing Louisa great pleasure, Louisa slowly turned her face to Charles and smiled as she watched him openly masturbating before her eyes.
Charles, noticing Louisa’s attention, stopped masturbating, stood and then walked over to the bed and joined Anna in giving pleasure to Louisa’s soft, warm skin.
Four hands now roamed every curve and fold of Louisa’s sexy, now writhing body. Fingers found their way into the most intimate regions. Both Anna and Charles took turns kissing Louisa’s breathless mouth. Occasionally, the ghost couple stopped to embrace and kiss each other.
Chapter 7 – Climax
As the night wore on, Anna grew more insatiably demanding. Charles had returned to his chair. He stroked his cock as Anna dominated Louisa, who was now on her back with her knees bent and spread wide, granting Anna complete access to her slick, wet pussy.
Louisa, breathing heavily, moaned aloud with each stroke of Anna’s hungry tongue. A large wet spot had formed under her ass as progressively larger and longer orgasms fell upon her pleasure-wracked frame.
After some time, Charles left his customary station and joined the women on the bed. At first, Charles fondled Louisa’s heaving breasts and kissed her mouth. He later repositioned himself to Anna’s behind where he alternated between licking her swollen pussy and puckered star. Anna sensed she had Louisa on the verge of a massive final orgasm, and intensified her oral assault on her quivering, writhing sex.
Louisa screamed, “I am cumming,” and Charles brought Anna to a quaking orgasm just as the rising sun broke over the windowsill.
Louisa was suddenly alone in the guest room bed. The smell of sex hung heavy in the stillness surrounding her. Her body buzzed from the dozens of orgasms she had experienced. For reasons she did not understand, Louisa began to sob quietly before exhaustion pulled her into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Hours later, she awoke, rose and walked naked out of the guest room.
She later discovered she had no desire to re-enter the guest room and never crossed that threshold again.
Epilogue – Not long after Louisa’s erotic haunting, she read a history of the Jones family, trying to determine what circumstances led to her connection with the spirits of Charles and Anna. A short reference appeared in the final paragraph of the book she was reading, acknowledging a local coffeehaus/bookstore owned by the Joneses, called A Brief Brew And Read. A jolt of realization struck Louisa as she suddenly remembered the briefest of demure glances the three of them had exchanged while she sat in the window seat of the bookstore reading erotica. They had had such a fine selection.
