Alright, sorry for the delay in my stories. My computer crashed and I lost a lot of them, and I don't like re-writing anything. Thanks for the feedback, its encouraging and got me back into it. I have to thank Sy X for that. Read my bio before reading this and my fetishes! This is the first and may be my only story like this with the wife involved. And I never put this in my stories before but I need to make this clear, I do not condone any of the actions in my stories. They are fantasies and that is all they will ever be to me. And no, I'm not a hypocrite. Enjoy!
It was a dark night, with the full moon obscured by cloud cover. Jim Avery, Mrs. Avery and her best friend, Samantha opened the door and crept inside. They had heard rumors about this abandoned house, as everyone had. It was haunted. The idea to stay at the house overnight was not theirs but mutual friends whom had all done it and said it was just such fun.
Jim's wife, Erica, had a fear of ghosts. And they thought this would be good for her, to help her get over her fear. They Samantha along to help, plus she had never done it either and was excited to go. She did not mind being the third wheel as she was most of the time they hung out.
They laid out their sleeping bags and set up lanterns and portable lights all over the dusty room, the biggest room in the house.
"Wow this place is creepy..." Samantha said with a bit of fright in her voice but mostly thrills.
"There is something not right about this place... Jim lets go, we don't have to stay here." Erica pleaded to her husband. She always played the party pooper. To Jim and Samantha, this little campout would show her that she has nothing to fear and maybe she would lighten up more.
"Its alright honey... Here we'll all take a tour together." He grabbed the lantern and led the two ladies throughout the house.
Erica pouted most of the way through the tour holding onto Jim's arm while Samantha was more bubbly and curious. Once they were done, Erica had calmed down a little. They made their way back to the main room and set up to sleep.
"Please... guys don't make me do this!" Erica begged with tears beginning to form in her eyes.
"Erica, people have been coming and staying at this house for the last ten years and nothing has happened! What makes you think this place is really haunted?" Samantha asked her best friend, saving Jim more embarrassment.
"I don't know... its just this feeling I have... This house is evil..." Jim's wife claimed.
"No, its just your fear getting the best of you... you big wimp!" Samantha was a little upset now; her best friend was spoiling the fun. "You wanted to come here too, remember?"
"Yeah..." she answered hesitantly.
"Then prove it! And prove you're not a wimp!" Samantha was getting competitive again. She and Erica were very competitive. It was always for fun and played major part in their friendship.
"I am not a wimp!" Erica proclaimed. Jim rolled over in his sleeping bag. This could take all night, he thought.
"Alright then... if you're not a wimp... then you have to sleep in that chair over there!" Samantha pointed to an old cushion chair in the corner of the room. Erica was determined now; her best friend knew how to motivate her.
"Fine, Samantha, you get your way. But after tonight, neither of you can call me a wimp and we never came back here again and I get to pick our next outing. Deal?" Erica retorted.
"Deal!" Both Jim and Samantha answered. Erica pulled the chair over to where her husband and friend were, laid out her sleeping bag over the chair. She walked over to Jim and gave him kiss on the cheek then sat down in the chair.
"This isn't so bad... rather comfortable." Erica said settling in.
"See, I told you so!" Samantha shot back with a smile.
"Okay, ladies, lets get some sleep." Jim said, meaning it.
Right before Erica fell asleep, she looked over at a big painting facing them against the wall. It was a middle-age lady, with gray hair and in a formal dress from the 1800's. She could've sworn she saw the woman in the painting smile as she drifted to her slumber.
Jim couldn't sleep for a while. Before they had blown out the lantern, Samantha got undressed and into her nightgown. It was a thin short robe. His wife never seemed to notice how much her best friend flaunted her body. Samantha was a buxom blonde with breasts more than twice the size of Erica's. Jim's wife was skinnier while her best friend had a near perfect hourglass figure. It was a wonder to Jim how she had stayed single while he and Erica had been happily married for two years. Part of it may have been that she just got laid so often that it was impossible to settle down, he realized. He had fantasized about his wife's best friend many times, and tonight would be no exception. He pictured Samantha riding his hard cock right there in the haunted house with his wife sleeping right next to them as he went to sleep.
It was with this illicit thought that the beast within the house awoke. The evil spirits had been stirred. It was time for them to have some fun.
Some movement awakened Erica. She felt something on her arm. The frightened woman realized that it was the chair and it had latched onto her. She tried to yell out but her mouth was quickly covered by something that smelled of wood but felt like flesh. It was the chair and it was holding her captive!
She looked over at Jim, still sleeping soundly, and Samantha. Her best friend had woken up too. But she ignored Erica's groans for help as the chair held her in spite of her fierce struggling. Surely she could hear her, Erica thought. Jim was a heavy sleeper. It would take a lot to wake him.
Erica could see her friend in the now bright moonlight shinning in from the huge windows. Samantha was walking towards the painting of the woman. Then Erica could hear soft indistinguishable chants coming from that direction.
Samantha reached the painting and stood before it. She reached down to her private place and started playing with herself. A moment later she let out a moan, cumming on her fingers. Erica saw a weird light, like electricity, shoot from the woman's eyes in the painting and into Samantha's eyeballs. Her head rippled while the lightning passed into her until it stopped, seeming to have finished.
Erica looked at her in fear of what happened to her best friend and waited. Samantha stood motionless for a few seconds. Then she turned around and looked at Erica. Her eyes glowed yellow then went back to normal. Erica knew that an evil spirit had possessed her. Tears rolled down her cheeks, as she feared for her friend and what could transpire next.
Samantha moved towards the sleeping area once more. She looked at Jim then at her best friend.
"You know, Erica, I'm sick and tired of you getting to have Jim all to yourself! You're so selfish! It is time you share!" Samantha said with anger.
With that, Jim woke up. "What is... Honey? Are you all right? Oh my God? What's going on?" he went on and quickly got out of his sleeping bag and rushed over to his helpless wife. Erica was relieved to see her husband to come a save the day. He tried to pull the wood holding her arms and then the one clasping her mouth but it was to no avail. The wood would not budge. Jim called over to Samantha. "Hey, Samantha! Help me!"
"You're not going to get to her that way, Jim. This house won't let her out until it gets what it wants... it told me," she said inching closer to him.
Jim stopped pulling at the chair and listened. He didn't want to look at her. It did not sound like Samantha and he feared what might happen if he did look. "What does the house want?" he asked.
"Look at me, Jim..." she said sensually. He finally did stand and turn away from his wife to gaze upon her best friend. In a flash the room lit up with many candles and a fire in the inglenook. "To better illuminate me and my body, right Jim?"
"What are you doing, Samantha?" he wondered while watching her.
"I know you've always wanted me, Jim. I've seen you look at my body... at my legs..." she pulled her robe up to bare more leg flesh to him. "At my ass..." turning around, she bent over slightly for him and lifted the back of her robe to show off her mouth-watering ass. "And of course... you've always stared at my big tits!" Samantha punctuated her sentence by turning back around and opening her robe to reveal her luscious breasts.
Jim tried to move but found that his feet were somehow stuck to the floor. He looked up at Samantha, horrified, but with a hard-on
"It looks like the house has got a hold of you too, Jim. Here... let your wife's best friend make it better..." Samantha said moving to him and dropping to her knees. Jim tried to object, "Shut up!" she said and he couldn't speak. It was like she held some kind of power over him.
Erica watched with emotional pain in her eyes as her best friend took her husband's hard cock from the confines of his pants. Samantha was looking evilly at her best friend, trapped and being forced to watch, as she stroked him several times. She closed her eyes and took him in her mouth deep with one motion.
Erica screamed into the chair and struggled more fiercely than before, but she wasn't going anywhere.
The voluptuous blonde had his cock buried completely down her throat, her nose reaching his pubic hair. She was blowing him like a real slut.
Samantha held on for as long as she could, and came up for air. His cock was covered in her saliva. She looked into his eyes.
"You want Samantha to suck your cock like that, don't you baby?" she said. "Admit it; I'm a better cock-sucker than your wife!"
She licked his shaft up and down waiting for his answer like a hungry whore. But all she allowed him to do was groan with his mouth shut tight.
His wife's friend wrapped her mouth around his cock again. She was watching him as she took his cock deep, deep down her throat. The possessed woman came up for air again.
"Bet Erica doesn't do that for you, does she, Jim?" she smiled wickedly.
His cock was 9" long and thick, but she took it all down, without gagging. Lust and the ghost inside her overcame her. Jim looked over at this wife; trying to resist the pleasure that Samantha was bringing him. He had a look of concern for Erica; he was trying to break free but was powerless to stop the evil spirits in the house and within his wife's best friend. Samantha saw him look at his wife and directed his head to look at her sucking his dick instead. It was like an invisible force pulled his head towards her and forced him to watch.
