Based loosely on a true story. An comments regarding this story would be appreciated.
I bought the house when I was in my early twenties. It was a dream come true. I was a homeowner, with all the rights and responsibilities that came with it. But from the very beginning, my friends claimed something was wrong with the house. I'd never noticed anything, but they would claim that there was something in the house. A spirit...a ghost... a presence. No one could give me a better description. I just laughed it off, but they were persistence with their claims. The thing was that a couple of my friends were very much in tune with spiritual things, and I finally started to wonder.
Years past and nothing ever came of it, but my friends still thought something was there. I married and my new wife moved in to the house. We were happy. Ann was a good wife, and even better in bed. She was short, about 5'1 with a curve body that would make any man or woman salute. Our sex life was great, but Ann had a thing about being a submissive. She loved it play the part of my slave and I loved it too. We played and experimented every night. The only complaint was that I occasionally wanted her to be dominate, to take charge and throw me down and ride me till I couldn't see straight. This was just something she couldn't do. Her submissive nature wouldn't allow it. But it really didn't matter, we were having fun.
One night, I woke to find Ann massaging my cock to life. She pushed me back down and kissed me hard, then climbed on top of me and made love to me. It was great, but usually she'd ask permission first, or wait till I started things off. After cumming, she lay beside me and we drifted to sleep. This happened the next two nights, but I didn't complain.
Finally, one night she woke me up in a similar manner. I asked what had changed to make her so aggressive. She smiled and told me to call her Angel. I went along with it and played up to her new sexual personality. The next morning, I asked when I'd see Angel again, Ann looked at me blankly.
"Who, what do you mean.", she said.
I said that I'd enjoyed her playing last night and was looking forward to a repeat visit by Angel. She looked confused and told me that she had no idea of what I was talking about. I am pretty good at reading her, and something in her eyes told me that she didn't know what I was talking about. I just dropped the topic, explaining that I must have had an erotic dream.
A few nights later, I woke to her sucking my cock to life. She rode me like crazy. We both came, and then she massaged me back to life and rode me again till I came a second time. As we lay there, I asked her to tell me her name.
"Angel" was her response.
I asked who she was. She told me that she'd been watching for a long time and finally was able to express herself with me through Ann. I was a little taken aback by this. I remembered all my friends talking about a spirit, but this couldn't be for real.
I must add now that during the time that all these events were happening, Ann and I were having sex, but it was our normal routines. When I was with Angel, she had very different ways of touching me and pleasuring me, as if it were a completely different person. As time went by, my sex life became more and more intense. I was having Ann as my sex slave, performing whatever I wished her to do, and Angel, being dominate and making me submit to her. I was getting the best of both worlds, but I wasn't convinced that Ann just simply wasn't faking it.
After a couple of months, something new entered the equation. Ann's younger sister came to stay with us for a few weeks while her apartment was being renovated. We had a spare bedroom, so there was plenty of room. Nikki was a couple of years younger then Ann. Her body was fantastic. Her breasts were a little smaller then Ann's but they were perkier. Nikki was a little thinner the Ann, but had nice curves in all the right places. I had always had fantasies about her, but she was forbidden fruit, my wife's younger sister. Besides, she'd never shown the slightest bit of interest in me.
One night, I had stayed up late watching a movie. Both girls had gone to bed and had been there for hours. I was lying on the couch, having turned off the TV a while earlier. I was about to get up when I heard someone coming down the hall. I looked up to see Nikki walking in to the room. She was completely nude. Her eyes were open, but they seem to be glazed over. I stared in disbelief. Here was my sister-in-law standing before me, nude. She looked better then I'd ever dreamed. Nikki stepped forward and knelled down in front of me.
"This family is so easy to use." she said. I looked at her not knowing what to say. "It's ok, I know that you've wanted her. I've seen you jerk off, whispering her name. So here's your chance."
