This was the first time in over a year that Paul and I were able to get away for a mini date-weekend-vay-cay. It is important for a couple to get away from all the stress and reality of the world. We rented a fantastic room in a 1970′s retro 4 star hotel, and it was a cool place to stay. We didn’t tell anyone where we were going, and after a romantic shower we decided to shut our phones off. Paul wanted it to be just the two of us for 72 hours… How romantic.

“Carla, I need to brush my teeth” Paul said as he lightly guided me out of the bathroom.

I went to relax on the huge King sized bed, and Paul remained in the bathroom to brush his teeth. When he shut the bathroom door the hotel room plunged into total darkness. I couldn’t even see my hand in front of my face. I had been looking forward to this sexually romantic weekend ever since we planned it. I love Paul so much and I wanted to show him how much I appreciate him.

I must have drifted off to sleep because I was awaken when I felt Paul’s warm body climbing between my legs. He started to go right to work showing off his expert oral skills. I love when he makes me wet using his mouth and fingers.

I arched my back and automatically spread my legs because he was orally driving me crazy. His mouth was doing things I have never felt him do before. Where the hell did Paul learn how to do that?

He was really getting his mouth & tongue in deep. Sucking up my pussy juices, and stimulating my clit until he was close to bringing me off. Hungrily eating & slurping me like a sweet juicy peach.

“Mmm……oh, my God… you’re gonna make me cum”

He kept eating me with a passionate intensity until he made me cum 3 or 4 more times. This was a great start to our loving vacation.

Then Paul took his deepest final drink from my soaking wet pussy, I arched my back, and felt another flood of slippery cum seep into his thirsty mouth.

I was moaning as I felt him kneel between my legs. “Mmmmm… Paul, kiss me”

In the dark I felt his hard, full, cock head rubbing through the folds of my wet pussy. He was going to open me. As he pushed slowly into me I was amazed that in the dark his cock felt larger and fatter.

“Ohhhhh, Paul..” I gasped as his large cock carefully pushed through my tight pussy muscles… I felt my body relax as he filled me with cock.. “Oh, My God…. I…. “ His stiffness was spreading me… opening my pussy hole like never before. I couldn’t catch my breath. My legs were shaking. My vaginal muscles quivered violently as they tried to wrap comfortably around him. It was a terrible throbbing ache that I slowly found pleasurable. He held his cock motionless inside of me until I was ready for him to start moving in & out.

Slowly and very gently I felt his cock pulling back and pushing forward. The walls of my pussy were straining from the thickness. It felt so good… his girth was rubbing and widening me…. Juicing me… Paul lifted my legs and griped my ankles to spread them wider. I gasp as his cock filled me balls deep… He pumped me a bit faster.. The feeling is unbearable. He was spreading me into cumming again.
I was having trouble verbally gasping out something, “Ooooooo…. Paul…. I…. You are goin’ to... oh.. make me cum…. So tight up there…”

He started to pick up his thrusting pace and I felt my body going insane. My pussy was straining as the muscles spasm - gripping his cock.– building up to cumming… I moaned out loud as I felt a flood of my cum gushing over his thrusting cock.

As Paul starts to pound fuck me he released my legs and laid his entire body weight top of me.. Suddenly I realized… “What the hell!? – this is NOT Paul! I started to scream, but it’s from fear. Who is this???

“Paul!! Oh My God!!!!!! Paul…. Help me!!!”

The anonymous man continued to pump-split my pussy with his thick full cock. A piercing ramrod force that kept my trembling pussy muscles spread apart…. Ramming and fucking.. plowing and pounding… abusing my hole with all his might. Building up.. I felt his already THICK cock throb and grow even fatter! He must be close to cumming….

“Please, who are you??? – Paul! Help!! Help!!”

Right then the cock stuffed lining of my pussy felt the mystery cock throb, twitch, and unload cum inside of me. I could feel it was a powerful load.Over and over releasing a potent hot stream of cum into me.

Then I felt nothing but a light sweet kiss on my neck as he lifts his body off of mine. No sooner is the intruder off the bed, then Paul opens the bathroom door. The bright light fills the room.

In a panic I jump out of bed and hug Paul around the neck – “Paul!! Paul!!

“Whoa… Carla, whats wrong?”

Still feeling the fear I rattle off what happened – “Oh my God, there was a man in here..We need to call the front desk… oh, my God, I thought it was you! He ate my pussy and made me cum like 5 times.. Then he used his really impressive cock on me…. and he came like a river inside of me.! We have to call someone!!!… 911 – He attacked me!! – well… he didn’t ATTACK me, but he did shove his really impressive penis in me!”

Paul crosses and plugs in a small night light before shutting off the bathroom light. “Sounds Hot! I’m sorry I missed it”.


I could not believe what I just heard, “What?!! You’re sorry you missed it? There was a man in here fucking your girl!”

“Yeah, I heard you and I believe you” – Paul shuts off the bathroom light and guides us both to the bed where he cradles me in his arms, “You heard me right, Carla, I’m sorry I missed the look of hot pleasure on your face when he took you”.

As Paul kisses the lips on my very confused face I feel him slip a finger up into my pussy. “Mmm… sweet…. he did leave a nice hot load up inside of you”.

“ I can’t believe my ears. You’re not the slightest bit upset?”

“Carla, I’m going to tell you something and I hope you won’t get mad. Remember last month when we were at that dinner party and we were talking about strange fantasies - and sexual encounters?”

“Yes, but what does that have to do with this?”

Paul was still feeling around in my open wet pussy hole with his fingers.


“Damn, girl, you got a beautiful cum filled gap there… Mmmmm…he did a number on you…..Oooo… I gotta get up in there myself”

“Paul, Stop it! Unless you want me to pack up my stuff and leave this room – TELL ME WHO HE WAS!!!

“Ok,… Calm yourself. … Now, Carla, I picked this hotel for us, because last month you said you had a fantasy about having sex with a ghost. THIS hotel has a “Sex Ghost”. I really didn’t believe it… but, Baby, I just helped you fulfill your fantasy… and I am sooooo excited about it!. There are 4 rooms in this hotel where there have been reports of Poltergeist sex. THIS is one of them.

Paul pulled me closer to him and kissed my lips again – This time I could tell he was really “excited” about a ghost fucking me, because he was showing a very stiff & powerful cock.

Carla, his name is Brandon and he WILL be back, but If you want to change rooms we can. I wanted this weekend to be all about you and pleasing you.”

“But sex with another man? Paul, I don’t know about that”.

“Carla, he’s dead. Normally I would never allow another man to touch you, but since he isn’t a threat to me I think it’s hot as fuck! I’m still the only Dominate man in your life. -- Are you ok with this?”

Paul, now that I know that he wasn’t some psychopath rapist… I am so flattered that you went to all this trouble. – I love you so much.”

I leaned in and kissed Paul… And Paul’s fingers found their way back up into my cum filled hole. Our kiss grew more passionately and Paul took some incredibly hot sloppy seconds. This time it was wonderful having my husband up inside of me. All weekend I think the ghost sex added to the sexual intensity Paul was feeling – sliding his cock through Brandon’s warm ectoplasmic cum was a major turn on for him.

Ghost Brandon took me two and three times a day. He mostly materialized to have sex whenever Paul was in the shower or asleep. Twice I looked over and saw Paul discretely masturbating under the blankets while he heard Brandon making me cum.

And one time – I looked over and Paul’s eyes were wide open watching us. I noticed the huge smile on his face. When the sex was over Paul said he could tell there was definitely an invisible man mounted on top of me. That it was surreal watching my body, my legs lifting, my vagina spreading, and watching me go through the various fucking motions & positions.


Then, of course, every time Brandon the Ghost was done using me Paul would climb up between my legs saying, “Damn, girl, you are wet.. I gotta get up in there myself”.

On the last day, when we were packing to leave, we found a vintage brooch pin with Brandon’s name on it. Apparently the hotel gives them out as some kind of “thank you reward” to the ladies who endure and accept the “ghost sex”.


Just before we left the room I felt a light fondling of my breasts and warm passionate kiss on my lips. Paul also got a shock when he felt Brandon give him a tight brotherly hug. The amazed look on Paul’s face when he felt Brandon's hug was hilariously funny... also, Paul could tell that Brandon was nude. Waaaay priceless.

On the drive home we decided to make this a yearly excursion. Of course, we would request the very same room. We confessed that we both wondered what Brandon looked like…?? I certainly know what he felt like.

 

You have an amazing imagination and I love the stories you tell.