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.