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It was a beautiful fall day along Lake Superior in
Northern Minnesota. The small house at Silver Cliffs was overflowing with
revelers, celebrating the marriage of two young people, Bill and Marissa.
The food, friends, and merriment was such an environment, that who would
ever think anything could ever go wrong.
It was obvious to all that the new couple was deeply in love with each
other, having been friends for years. He was a crewman on a rescue boat,
she a fisherman's daughter. The future was looking bright for both of
them, and the new home on the cliff, built with the help of the
townspeople, was fit for the occasion...
...Several years later
It was one of those wicked fall nights that would chill you to the bone,
but she stood on the overhang, not seeming to feel the cold or dampness in
the air. Dressed in her nightgown, she was crying, her fists were
clenched, and her hair, beautiful when taken care of, looked now like she
had been tossing it about to try and shake away whatever was bothering
her. Every time the wind blew, she seemed to be screaming back at it,
trying to fight some torturous demons. Losing her final bit of resolve,
she screamed, "Bill, I'm coming!" and flung herself over the cliff to the
angry lake below.......
...........1999
It's a lovely fall day in Minnesota, that time of year when the leaves
along the North Shore are glowing with all the dazzling colors of autumn.
We've managed to get a little vacation away from the children and my work,
and are taking advantage of it to visit a new bed and breakfast. From
Highway 61, I look across the lake, and find it hard to believe that this
serene body of water has swallowed so many ships and lives over the years.
I catch a glance of my wife, resting with her eyes shut, enjoying the rare
peace and quiet we get. We seem to be more in love with each other every
year, and of course a little well placed lust doesn't hurt either. When I
told her we were doing this for our anniversary, her whole face lit up,
and we had a torrid love session that night. Yes, this weekend should be
lots of fun.
I woke her up as we pulled off the road to our getaway, the Lake Bluff
B&B. A good size house, it's located on a high cliff overlooking the lake.
I can see from the approach road that there is a deck on the back side of
the house, which stands there like a sentry, high on the cliff. It seems
to have a calmness about it, it's blue and white colors touching me, and
quieting my spirit. Opening the door for Josephine, she got out, and I
pulled her to me for a long, sweet kiss. Her eyes sparkled as she smiled
and told me, "Now be good - plenty of time for that later," and we turned
and went to the house, hand in hand.
It's a lovely house inside as well. Much of it had been restored to it's
original condition, with the warm, light colors of natural pine taken from
the forests in this area. Registering with our hosts, we chatted for a
bit.
"So, this house has a bit of a history then?" I asked. "Yes, but not a lot
has been passed on. We found an old trunk that we refinished, and put in
the room you are staying in. It had some old pictures that are hung over
there, just to add some character. The pictures are apparently the couple
this home was built for," replied our hostess, as she directed our view to
the far wall of the parlor.
Josephine walked over for a closer look, "They look happy," she said.
Our host nodded his head, "Yes, but I understand the man died shortly
after the marriage, so the happiness was fleeting. There have been rumors
about hauntings, but we haven't noticed anything to confirm that. Well,
I'll help you get into your room, and show you around a bit. There's also
several paths along here, and places to get down below the cliff if you
like."
His wife chimed in, "and, if you are so inclined, in the town you passed
through to get here, there are several antique and curio shops. A few
eccentric characters run some of them, but they are fun to visit with. I
don't think they expect to sell much, just do it to socialize with the
tourists. Hope you like it, and if I don't see you, breakfast is at 8:30."
Our host led us through the house to our room. It was very nice, on the
top floor, overlooking the lake. A large set of glass doors led to a deck
on the back, and the furniture was much in the style of the woodwork of
the house. "Where did you find this furniture? It looks like it was made
for the house." I was curious, because it was obviously solid wood, and
even though the finish was in pristine shape, there was a bit of an aged
look to it.
"Actually most of it was here already. The previous owners didn't use this
room for anything but storage. They were afraid of the haunting rumors.
However, it is the nicest of the rooms, with the view and all, so we
restored it," was his explanation. I felt a tinge of excitement, thinking
of the rumors, the view, and especially the time alone with my wife. We
got our stuff in the room, then changed, and decided to go for an explore
on the various trails.
The landscape around here is breathtaking, so full of contrasts. Tall
pines, the rugged cliffs, clearings among the trees, the sound of birds,
the wind and the waves. We wound our way along the cliffs and down an
embankment, leading to a cut in the rocks. There was a flat spot down
about 50 feet that we gingerly stepped down to, and sat down to relax. The
hike and climb left us quite warm, and on top of that the sun was beating
directly on us, in our new found hideaway. The rocks blocked the wind out,
and to cool off we both took off our jackets. Josephine snuggled up close
to me, and we simply rested, listening to the sounds of the birds and the
waves, and feeling the warm sun on our faces.
I don't know how long we rested there, but after a bit I felt a rubbing on
my crotch. I knew it was Josephine by the motion in her muscles, so I just
laid there and enjoyed the sensation. She unsnapped my jeans, and slipped
her hand in under my briefs, finding me already responding to her touch.
She continued to touch, and rub my cock, until I finally had to do
something as well. I slipped my hand into the back of her pants, and
gently rubbed the top of her ass, and with my other hand, touched her
face, turning it to me. We looked into each other's eyes, and connected
with a kiss, so gentle, yet very sensual and arousing. "I want you to make
love to me right here," she said.
We stood up, with each of us stripping off the other's clothing, until we
were kissing in our little rock hideout without a stitch on. We kissed for
what seemed like several minutes, with our hands alternating between being
on the end of a hug, and exploring whatever parts of each other bodies we
could reach. Josephine then kissed me on the neck, and worked her way
down, nipping my nipples gently, until she was kneeling in front of me,
and taking my cock into her mouth, she sucked greedily on it, while I
caught my breath, and braced myself against the wall of the cliff. She
alternated between slow, deep strokes and licking around the head of my
cock, while also gently playing with my balls. The air was a little cool,
which increased the sensation of fucking her hot mouth. I wanted to be
sure she got hers too, so I pulled away from her mouth and laid her back
on our clothing. I moved my body over hers, pressing my thigh between her
legs. She was so horny, she began to lift herself, rubbing against me. I
kissed at the base of her neck, first light pecks, then a deeper kiss,
starting with a tongue-tip rubbing against her. This began a steady
progression down her body, kissing on her collerbone, licking circles
around her nipples, and drawing both of them into my mouth gently. Between
her breasts, I laid my tongue, and drew a line with it until I reached her
pussy. She was moaning, and twitching with my every touch, so I skipped
her pussy, and licked the inside of her thigh, then her other thigh, and
kept this up for a few more strokes, getting her squirming. I then paused
for a moment, and quickly dove into her pussy with several fast licks on
her clit, causing her to gasp for breath. Taking a more relaxed pace, I
put my arms under her thighs and let my tongue wander, working the sides
of her pussy, with an occasional poke and lick at her cunt itself. I kept
this up for the next several minutes, keeping her on the edge, and
listening to her pleading with me to stop teasing. "Ohhh , please, make me
cum," she pleaded. "HHmmmmph," was all I could manage with my mouth being
so busy. Breaking the rhythm, I would blow on her clit, causing her to
moan, and then bring my tongue onto her clit and throughout the slit from
her cunt to clit. I decided it was time, so I picked up the pace and
rapidly continued the attention on all sides of her clit, driving her over
the edge.
"AHHHHHHHHH!!!!" as she bucked against my face, her juices flowing out,
enjoying her orgasm. Her body was now very sensitive, and the slightest
touch anywhere had her squirming. Her eyes were on fire with our passion
and love, and I began working my way back up her body, kissing her deeply,
giving her a taste of her own juices. She reached down between us, and
guided my cock into her, "ummmmmm" she moaned while our tongues continued
to play within our mouths. She was extremely hot today, and the sudden
change in sensation on my cock, going from the cool fall air into her hot
pussy seemed to get me almost cumming immediately. I simply let my cock
rest deep inside her for several seconds, then pulled out to the edge, and
pushed in once again. Each stroke sent a sensation through me, and caused
her to arch herself towards me as well. I knew I was close, so I slipped
one hand between us to play with her a bit as well, wanting to bring her
to another orgasm while I fucked her. Her eyes flew open when I touched
her, and she quickly began bucking back against my cock. "I do love
fucking you, you know that?" I said between gasps of air. "Yes, my
darling, give it to me - all of it!" was her reply. I let loose right
after that, leaning forward to kiss her as the last drops of cum spurted
from my cock within her. A strange sensation happened for a moment - the
sky seemed to grow dark and cold, but quickly returned to the pleasant
fall day we had been experiencing. We snuggled there for several more
minutes, just tossing our shirts over us to stave off the chill, before
getting dressed and heading back up the path.
We had a wonderful dinner that evening, and took the opportunity to wander
around the town a bit, playfully teasing and touching like a couple of
horny teenagers. We wandered past several of the antique and curio shops,
but in passing one of them, I was strangely drawn to it, like an invisible
hand was trying to stop me there. I made a mental note that we were going
to have to visit it tomorrow. We stopped in a candy shop, and picked up a
bag of M&M's for a snack later, and returned to the inn for the night.
It was quiet back at the inn, and we fixed a cup of hot Earl Grey tea, and
sat on the deck overlooking the lake. A full moon rose over the water,
creating a pathway of moonlight across the waves. A peaceful evening, we
just talked about the past 12 years together, our children, and
reminisccing about some of the fun we have had over the years. "I'll be
back in a moment," Josephine said, and she went into our room. I simply
sat there and let my mind drift off into nature, allowing my eyes to
close, and all my other senses to take over. "Honey," Josephine's voice
brought me out of my daze, and I saw her standing in the doorway, wearing
a light blue baby doll and a nearly transparent robe. In the room, I could
hear music playing, and she held out her hand to me, "Would you care to
dance?"
The music was a slow waltz, and as I entered the room, she removed my
jacket and shirt. We moved close together and began to slowly twirl around
the room. We haven't had an opportunity to dance like this for so long
that our smiles and eyes spoke volumes of how we felt about each other. I
was able to feel every curve and movement of her body through the sheer
robe, and we joined in a deep kiss, while we were still engaged in our
dance.
Slowly our dance took us closer to the bed, and we both fell onto the bed,
laughing and giggling as if we were on our honeymoon. Wrapped tightly in
each others arms, she whispered to me, "I love you, Kurt." "I love you as
well - more than ever," I said, and we joined in another kiss, our hands
exploring each others bodies. I could feel myself getting hard again, and
hungry for more sex with my lovely wife. Her kissing was becoming more
aggressive, my clue that she was getting aroused too. I reached down to
the bikini pants she was wearing, and slid them off, pulling her up to my
face where I could reach her pussy with my tongue. Gently lapping at the
edges first, as well as her thighs, I prepared her for another good
tongue-fucking. She was sighing while I got started, and then rotated
herself around, leaning down on me and taking my cock in her mouth.
Working each other over in the old "69" position is always a treat -
concentrating on giving the other pleasure delays our own orgasms, and
gets both of us even hotter for later. Tonight, the thrill of being free
of our responsibilities for a bit made it even better, and the feverish
blow job she was giving me was rivaled only by my tongue working at her
pussy. I could feel her juices began to flow, and had to catch me breath a
bit as her teeth accidentally got a little too much cock for a moment. Her
orgasm hit, and she went limp across my chest as she came, flooding my
chin with her delicious juices. "Honey, look!" she exclaimed, as she
pointed towards the patio door. "What?" I said, trying to crane my neck
out from between her legs. "A…..woman? She's gone now, but I could
have sworn I saw a young woman in a night gown, but…… it
seemed like I could see through her as well," she seemed puzzled, but all
I knew, is that my cock needed to get buried in her pussy, "Don't worry
about - let's just leave your mystery books in the suitcase for the
weekend, OK?" I rolled her over onto her stomach, and reached over for the
massage oil. Straddling the back of her thighs, I slipped my cock between
her legs and into her pussy, well oiled by our play so far, and let it
rest there, while I put some massage oil on her back. This is easily her
favorite position, me gently fucking her, while giving her a backrub. The
rhythm of my hands matched the rhythm of my cock, and she again began to
moan and clutch at the bedspread. This angle lets my hard cock touch the
front side of her vagina, hitting the often referred to "G-spot", and
always sending her off on a great trip. I could feel myself building to
orgasm as well, and stopped the massage, grabbing her hips, and holding
them tight as I drove harder into her. This was one of those sessions
where we connect, body, mind and soul, rare in the busy life we lead, but
tremendous when it does happen. She bit into the bedspread, muffling a
scream as she came again, followed shortly afterward by my orgasm - but
then I got the surprise of my life, when I saw a beautiful - woman,
spectre - not quite sure - appear a few feet from our bed. I recognized
her as the bride in the pictures downstairs, and instantly stopped. She
reached out for my hand, and I reached back, getting just a quick touch
before she faded. It was a strange sensation, both cold, yet gentle and
loving. "I saw her," I said, almost as though I was listening to someone
else, "she's the original lady of this house." "What do you think she
wants?" Josephine asked. I thought for a moment, "I don't know, but we
touched for a moment, and there's nothing to be afraid of. I think I know
where we'll find the answer. I was drawn to a particular shop in town,
we'll check it out tomorrow." We snuggled together as we always do, me
tight against her back, my one arm under her pillow, my other arm around
her waist, and slept soundly for the rest of the night.
The next morning, breakfast was a delight of caramel french toast and
fresh fruit, along with a good hot cup of tea. Our hosts joined us, "How
did you sleep?" "Wonderful," was our near simultaneous reply. Funny what
happens after 12 yrs of marriage - timing is everything I guess. "However,
at the risk of sounding like an idiot - we both saw your lady ghost." They
were spellbound, frozen with their food halfway to their mouth.
"You did? How?"
"Well, would you believe right after making love." I said, with a sly
smirk, and a quick glance at Josephine. "We hope to find out why she
showed herself - one shop in town seemed to have a strange attraction for
me.
"Which one?" the hosts asked.
"The small one, next to the candy shop. I didn't get the name."
"Interesting. The owner is a granddaughter of one of the residents of the
town back when the house was built. Her grandfather helped build the
house, and was apparently rescued during a storm sometime back then. We
haven't really had time to find out much more."
Needless to say, that was enough to get me wondering, and vacation or not,
we both rushed to get out the door to visit that one shop.
Later that morning, we got into town, and went directly to the little shop
next to the candy store. It seemed deserted, and we poked around a bit,
looking at the various items. It was then that I saw a picture on the
wall, an older gentleman standing next to a boat, with a younger man
standing next to him - but the young man was the first resident of the
house we were staying in. "Josephine, come here!"
She hurried over, "What did you find, hon?"
"That's him - that's her husband."
"I wonder who the other man is?" Josephine said with a quizzical look.
From behind us came the reply, "My grandfather Brendan - he trained Bill
for the rescue crew. Welcome."
We turned to gaze upon a young lady, dressed a bit eccentric, but with
gentle features and a wise look in her eyes. "Have you been watching us?"
I asked.
"Yes, but don't worry, I trusted you when I saw you last night with both
the ladies."
"Both?"
"Yes, your wife and Marissa - she was with you as well. Apparently, she
has chosen you two."
"Well, that explains the feeling I had by this shop last night, but chosen
us for what?"
"Sit down - I'll fix some tea and explain."
Josephine and I looked at each other with the only gaze I have never been
able to explain - we were curious, scared, happy that we are going to find
some answers, but not sure what we may be getting into. We sat down on the
sofa in the corner of the shop, and the shop's caretaker came over with a
wonderful herbal tea.
"My name is Laura. My grandfather Brendan was a friend of Bill's family,
he organized the townspeople to build the house, and trained Bill for the
rescue crew. Unfortunately, on the day of the wedding, a sudden storm blew
up, and the rescue boat had to go out. My grandfather wanted John to stay,
but he refused to. It was a wicked storm, so strong they say you could
here the devil talking to you in the wind. Bill and Marissa had not yet
consummated their marriages, nor had they had sexual relations before, so
both were virgins, and very much in love with each other. During the
storm, my grandfather fell overboard and was swept out of reach of the
rescue poles. Bill took a rescue ring and a rope, and refused to let
anyone else go after Brendan, jumping in himself."
"So they both survived?"
"No, that's the sad part. After getting my grandfather back to the boat, a
monstrous wave, driven by the wind threw the boat sideways, hitting Bill
on the head, and knocking him unconscious. His body was never recovered.
Marissa's grief eventually destroyed her, and so two souls separated have
been in anguish for the last 75 years."
With that last statement, her eyes seemed to stare behind me, as if she
was feeling sympathy. It was then I felt a chill upon my shoulder once
again.
"Is Marissa here?"
"Yes"
"But, why can't I see her now?"
"Right now, you cannot see her, or be touched by anything other than her
spectral aura - that's the chill you feel."
"But, last night…. right after we made love, I felt warmth from her.
And, earlier, the sky seemed to change from the beautiful day to stormy
and back again."
"Yes, you were able to feel her soul at that time. The hormones of true
binding love can do wonderful things. Let me continue, and you will
understand. My grandfather felt terrible, but there was nothing he could
do save provide for Marissa's well being - in every way but love. What he
did not know, is that the women in my family have a secret which I will
share with you. We practice a form of the occult. Not black magic, cats,
and brooms, mind you, but magic of nature and the soul, magic which is at
it's strongest when fueled by the passions of love or anger. My
grandmother went to Marissa, but she would not believe it. However, my
grandmother managed to invoke the spell anyway."
"That is amazing - and if not for these touches, very difficult to
believe."
"Yes, I know. This spell is intended to reunite love separated by death,
without truly experiencing physical love. The spell has certain
characteristics and requirements, and you are experiencing it's ripples."
"First, the spell can only be broken in the room which was to be their
bedroom. By being in that room, the ripples of the spell have allowed
Marissa's aura to touch you, and also gave you the vision of the storm
that destroyed their future. Also, the strength of your passion during
lovemaking has allowed Marissa to appear to you. By knowing you could see
her, that told her that your passion is strong enough to complete the
spell."
"But, why haven't we seen Bill?"
"You must be willing to accept the second requirement. You both must be
willing to allow Marissa and Bill to enter your body, and consummate their
marriage, and fulfill their passion for each other, by experiencing
physical love. If so, Marissa can enter Josephine's body first, and then
Bill will know to come and find you by your feelings for Josephine. You
must consider this wisely, for it is a one shot spell. It won't hurt you,
but once you accept it, Marissa and Bill don't get a second chance. You
see, she chose you two because your love if very deep, you could say that
you are soulmates, connected by your love within your heart, mind, and
spirit. In order for it to work for her and Bill, she needed a couple who
were "soulmates", a couple with a very rare, but very beautiful
relationship."
I turned to Josephine and asked, "What do you think?"
She smiled at me, "no doubt, you know I'm a hopeless romantic," as she
leaned over and kissed me, with her hands on both my cheeks. I really do
love her.
"Great. Marissa is smiling," said Laura.
"How can you see her?" I asked.
"Have you ever tasted tea like this before?" and she flashed a sly grin,
"turn around."
It was then we saw her, not briefly like after sex, but as a steady
vision. She was smiling, radiant with happiness, but also crying because
she will finally have her love back tonight. Her mouth moved, it was
obvious the words she made were "Thank you - Thank you both", even though
we could not hear her.
"Come here, I have something for both of you. It's a key to the trunk in
your room. I know it's there, because the hosts came here to find out
about restoring it. In it are their wedding clothes, also preserved by the
same spell," as she handed us an old key, "and thank you, this is the only
way my grandparents can truly rest, even though they are their own
paradise now."
"We'll return tomorrow to tell you how it goes tonight," Josephine said.
"No need - if it works, I won't be here - I promised my grandparents I
would remain here until death, or until the spell is finished. I have
never left this town, and intend to do some serious exploring. By the way,
afterwards, look in the false bottom of the trunk. You'll find a gift."
We left the shop, and Josephine said, "Well, if this is going to be their
wedding night, lets do it right." So we went down the street to a
restaurant that specialized in the local freshwater fish, salmon and lake
trout. In the restaurant, we looked the menu over, and after a bit, our
waitress came over.
"Welcome, what would you like?"
Without looking up right away, Josephine asked, "I like freshwater fish,
what's good here?"
"Well, my family has always been partial to the broiled lake trout."
I looked up, and couldn't believe my eyes. It was as though I was looking
at a 1999 version of Marissa, our ghostly friend. "Excuse me," I said,
"but you remind me of someone I know, her name is Marissa."
The waitress had a slightly taken aback glance my way at that statement.
"My name is Marissa. I was named for my great aunt. Are you visiting
town?"
"Yes, we are staying at the Lake Bluff B&B, and have seen your aunt's
picture - and her ghost."
With that, a smile came over her face, "Nice to meet you - actually, the
lake trout is prepared with her recipe. If you have met her ghost, then
she really likes you. Have you talked to Laura in the curio shop yet?"
"Yes. I take it you know of the enchantment. We're going to go ahead and
help Marissa and Bill tonight."
"Great - well, then, here's my recommendation. For her, the lake trout,
and for you, the salmon. My mother told me those were they're favorites
when they were courting."
This was getting really bizarre, but exciting. Yet, at the same time, the
thought of what was to come tonight made me feel my love for Josephine
like never before. We had a wonderful dinner, and the younger Marissa took
her break and told us stories she had gotten from her mother about the
couple we are about to know, in a way we never would have expected. During
dinner, Josephine would slip her shoe off, and put her foot in my lap, or
rub it against my crotch. She was getting excited at the prospect of
…. What? Group sex with a couple of ghosts?
We couldn't resist dessert tonight though - on the menu was a double hot
fudge brownie sundae, and it was served with M&M's on top of the whipped
cream. No special significance, we just love chocolate.
We left the restaurant after a very relaxing, and interesting dinner. The
younger Marissa caught us as we were leaving, "Thank you," she said. "I'm
off tomorrow, and if you call this number, I'll tell you more about my
family, and if you like, show you some more of the villages sights," and
with a wink, and a kiss on both of our cheeks, she handed us a small slip
of paper with her number, but that's another story.
We walked in the moonlight, enjoying the evening, and then returning to
the inn. I took the key out of my pocket, looked at Josephine.
"Are you ready, love?"
"Yes, open it."
Inside the chest was a lovely, lace bridal gown, the same one as in the
picture downstairs, and a garnet necklace. Bill's suit was in there as
well.
"You get dressed first, then step out on the deck and wait," she told me.
"But, why?" I protested.
"You know it's bad luck to see the bride getting dressed, and this couple
had enough bad luck. Now get going, let's not keep the newlyweds waiting
any longer. 75 years is enough."
Feigning disappointment, I stepped out there and waited. In a few minutes,
Josephine opened the door and stepped out, but she wasn't quite the same -
there was a different flow to her walk, and her eyes seemed to shine from
deep within. The dress was beautiful. Conservative, yet sensual, hiding
the beauty underneath, but accentuating the graceful way in which she
walked.
"Josephine, or Marissa?" I inquired.
"We are both here." The voice was vibrant, almost speaking as a chorus of
two. I could hear Josephine's voice within, but, at the same time, an echo
of another tone, but both full of love. "We've talked, and since we have
joined, Josephine will also have my memories, as you will have Bill's.
However, before he comes, I want to give you a simple thanks from me,
Marissa."
With that, she moved closer, and we kissed. There was no chill this time,
but a warmth that touched not only my lips but my very spirit. We broke
the kiss, and Marissa/Josephine reached out across the railing.
"My Bill, we can now rejoin each other. No longer must we wail at the
winds, please, come forth from the lake." The wind picked up, noticeably,
but not violently. I could hear in the wind a cadence, as thought it was
calling her name. "Look to your left, Kurt."
There he was now, Bill, as youthful as the day he died. His smile was as
radiant as that on our combined love. He looked at me, and I nodded. As he
stepped forward, I caught a glance of Josephine/Marissa, but now it was
clearly Josephine's voice telling me to relax - don't fear any feelings.
When he joined with me, the sensations were nearly overwhelming. First, I
felt the sensation of a deep chill, the spectral aura again, followed by
the warmth like I felt from Marissa the other night, the warmth of love
and passion that has been thwarted for so long. Instantly, we were able to
trade thoughts, and I could feel my body, but he was in control of it. I
knew the love he had for Marissa, the friendship for Laura's grandfather,
the sadness he felt as his life slipped away from him that night so long
ago.
It was like watching a movie through someone elses eyes, but yet I could
feel everything. When we took the hands of our wives, I could feel it, but
he was controlling our actions. At the same time, a connection opened up
between Josephine and myself, where our thoughts mingled without speaking,
I also understood parts of Marissa then as well, and picked up her wish
that the clothing and jewels be given to her niece we met at the
restaurant, and the joy she was feeling at finally being able to touch her
husband in the manner we all love our spouses.
We/us kissed on the deck for what seemed like eternity, before moving into
the bedroom. The whole room took on an eerie glow, radiating with the
magic which was in play here. I/Bill slipped our coat and tie off, and
laid it over the chair, then returned to Josephine/Marissa, and stepped
behind them, unbuttoning the wedding gown and removing it. My mind's eye
noticed that the undergarments were definitely not 1920's vintage, that
Josephine must have planned a bit of a modern surprise for Bill, with the
white garter, low cut bra and stockings.
We stopped for a moment, the view catching Bill/myself off guard - he
controlling our actions, and we quickly passed thoughts to each other.
{"WOW - Is that how the women dress now?"} { "Well, on special occasions
Bill" } { "You have quite a wife" } { "So do you, was she a flirt in her
day?" } { "Yes, very much so." } { "Well, then, with two of them together,
we're in for a real treat. You drive, I'll just kick back here and let you
kids have some fun." } { "Thank you, Kurt. I never knew that Marissa and I
would have this chance to get back together." }
Bill took control, and moved closer to Marissa. The view I had was mostly
of Josephine, but with a semi-transparent Marissa superimposed on her. By
concentrating within my mind's eye, I could see more of Marissa. No matter
which face I saw, there was a big smile, and a sparkle in the eyes. Bill
reached out and took the strings of the baby doll, letting it drop,
exposing our wives breasts, then laid her back on the bed, and removed the
panties, leaving the stockings and garter on. Stepping back, he removed
the rest of the clothing on my body, and climbed onto the bed, slowly
stroking her body with a hand as we moved up. Marissa, in Josephine's
body, was reacting to the sensation, sensually writhing as if to get her
skin even closer to the hands exploring her. Bill laid down beside her,
and slipped one leg between hers, she moving her leg up over him, and then
both wrapping arms closely together, engaging in another kiss. I was able
to feel the sensations, and was sensing that "first time" excitement that
is so fleeting in one's lifetime.
My cock had quickly hardened at the sensations, and Bill was moaning
slightly ever time a leg brushed it. He move a hand down between our
ladies legs, and found a hot, wanting pussy. I'm sure that the sensations
I and Bill are experiencing are no less intense for the ladies. Slipping a
finger in, Marissa moaned, and closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of
finally being made love to.
He gently felt his way around her public mound, brushing the hair,
slipping his finger inside, finding the little nub of the clit and
massaging that slowly, gently, Marissa/Josephine's breathing quickened, as
did the tone and intensity of their sighs. I could read the pleasure in
Bill's mind, enjoying the feedback from his playing with her, and the
sensation he's feeling from his own groin.
{Bill - slip you tongue in there and lick.} {Do what?} {You heard me -
don't worry, it's fine - she'll love it.}
He turned around and slipped his face between her thighs, not without
gasping when she grabbed his/our cock. She felt the bit of pre-cum on the
tip, and used that to lubricate her fingers, which then started a slow
stroke along it's length. At the same time, Bill moved his tongue into
their shared pussy, and started tracing the area he had been working with
fingers previously.
{This is good.} {Just wait - it gets better} {Ouch - that hurts - we just
got kicked} {Don't worry - they're about to cum}
"AAAHHHHHH, OOHHHHH, YESS!" their dual voices resonated as our ladies hit
an orgasm, and through the magical connection, I could tell Josephine was
experiencing it as well as Marissa. They began bucking and thrashing on
the bed, arching up to meet the tongue giving such pleasure, then loosing
it and falling back to the bed.
{I need to be in her, Kurt.} {She's ready for it - look.} {She almost
looks like an animal in heat.} {It's called passionate love - nothing
better. Just go with your instincts.}
Bill moved us to the missionary spot between her legs. Her eyes were
ablaze with passion, and she spread her legs, inviting our cock to enter
her cunt. Marissa/Josephine's eyes flew open wide, and the mouth formed a
silent scream when the sensation of a cock within them was felt. Slowly at
first, Bill slid the cock in and back out again, bringing moans from all
of us. The harmonic sounds of our combined voices brought even more of a
surreal feel to what we were doing. I couldn't believe how intense the
sensations were, much more so than I have ever known, and could feel the
depth of Josephine's and my spirititual connection with each other. Bill
was gritting his teeth, and his eyes flew open, and he started fucking her
with such lusty fury that I knew we wouldn't hold on for much longer.
"Stop," Marissa/Josephine said, "we want to be on top."
Holding it back, Bill rolled off, lying on the back, while our wives
climbed on top, and stopped with their pussy just off the tip of our cock.
With a sexy grin, they leaned over, gave us another kiss, then
straightened up, and impaled themselves on the hard cock, rising up, and
driving onto it again and again. Bill could control my body no longer, and
we released what seemed to be a torrent of cum within that hot, sexy
pussy, triggering an orgasm within the ladies. She screamed out, "OOOOOH,
yes, this is good - so goood, I love this Bill, I love you Bill." A moment
later, I heard Josephine's voice coming through, "Kurt, I love you so much
- forever." At that moment, the connection between all of us was so
intense, and the feelings of true love flooded through all of us.
Marissa/Josephine collapsed on the bed alongside of us, still combined,
and we dropped back to gentle, lovely kissing and caressing of each
other's bodies.
"Come to the door," she said, and Marissa/Josephine got up, slipping on a
robe. Bill/I did the same, and as we approached the door, they opened it.
"We are going to part from your bodies now, so we will no longer be able
to talk. Thank you, it was wonderful, and now Bill and I may go to our
eternal rest."
"You're welcome," I said through my own mouth, " this brought out deeper
feelings of love between Josephine and I then we knew existed. I only wish
we could have known you even more."
"Remember, the dress, and the jewels are to go to my niece, Marissa.
However, look in the false bottom of the trunk. There you will find my
journal that I kept from the time I was 9, along with pictures of my
youth. Thank you again. This is for you," Marissa/Josephine leaned forward
and gave me another loving kiss, and a hug.
Bill's voice took over, "And, Josephine, the same for you," as he returned
the kiss to her. I felt their spirits leave us as we were in each other's
arms, but this time I could see both. We opened the door to the deck, and
the moonlight flooded in, lighting their spirits, now dressed again in
their wedding clothes, but in an ethereal version of them. They waved
back, and walked along the deck, fading away into the night. We just stood
there, arm in arm, for what seemed like an eternity, when Josephine was
the first to speak.
"I'm glad we could help. That was such an experience." "Yes, but
unfortunately, I don't think we could ever match making love like that
again. If there was such a thing as feeling perfect love, that had to as
close as you can get." Josephine then gave me her patented flirtatious,
sexy smile, her skin illuminated by the moonlight, and her eyes glowing
with love, "If you're up to trying to match it again, I'll race you to the
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