Ghosts Next Door

Ghosts Next Door
by Lopaka Kapanui

Oct 10, 2019

100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2019 #23


There are those randy moments that strike you even when you're crusty eyed, and you haven't brushed your teeth yet. Your hair is a clump of a mess, all bunched up on one side of your head, and your eyes are puffy.
If you haven't already guessed, I'm the one who was struck by a moment of randy lust. All it took was for my wife to place her barefoot on top of my shin, and commander clutch cargo was standing at full attention. We were somewhat awake enough that I could take the initiative and either slide my hands up under her shirt and begin by massaging her tummy and then work my way up, or I could go the other way; down the back of her shorts. I opted for nuzzling my nose up against the back of her neck and kissing her ears. Her body was warm after spending most of the night under the thick blanket we shared, and so I pressed up against her thoroughly aroused. She exhaled and let out a deep moan, excited now I ran my hands up under her shirt and gently lifted her breasts. Simultaneously, she moved her hips up to mine, and soon, we were moving in rhythmic harmony. Reaching behind me, her hand slipped into the side of my shorts, and as she ran her open palm down my thigh, my shorts came down just above my knee. Before I knew it, she'd taken her shorts down and was now guiding me so that I could find her.  I was almost there, but for some reason, she hesitated. She took in an intense breath which seemed to fill her entire being, and then when she exhaled there was a thick swirling mist that left her mouth, followed by a deep rumbling growl. In a flash, she was on her knees facing me while still holding me in her hand. She had a vice grip on it, it was so painful that I couldn't move, nor could I speak. In front of me, my wife instantly morphed into a werewolf. She threw her head back and howled with a deep, savage reverie, and with her free hand, which was armed with long talon-like claws, she sliced my dick off in one fluid motion!

I jumped out of bed, screaming while holding on to my now lopped off Polish plain with nothing on it! Wait, my wife was still under the covers! Oh wow, okay, it was a dream, it was just a dream...whew. Rolling over still bleary-eyed, my wife asked, "What the hell happened, babe? Did you have a nightmare?"

"Yeah," I said while still trying to catch my breath. "I had a nightmare that you turned into a werewolf, and you took your claws and chopped my dick off!"

"Oh, that," she chuckled.

"You think that's funny?" I shrieked.

"That's not for you, that's for the guy who's fooling around behind my sister's back," she shook her head laughing. "I was trying to project this nightmare to him about a werewolf chopping off his dick, but then you starting kissing on me and feeling up my titties, so my nightmare got all confused and must have jumped into your dreams."

"Are you fucking serious?" I asked while backing away from my bed.

"Of course I'm serious," she was sitting up in bed now, eyeing me like a meal. Taking her clothes off, she patted the space in front of her. "If you do it to me hard enough, I can fall asleep again and send the nightmare to the right person. C'mon baby, let me make it up to you."

"What the fuck?" I was confused now. "How long have you been able to do this, and why didn't you ever tell me?"

"I've been doing it since I was little, my sister, not so much because she's all churchy now. We learned from our mother," she said with that little girl pout on her face. "I'm sorry, I should have told you."

My wife had already moved across the bed and had my shorts down to my ankles. She had me in her hand, but for real this time; before she began, she looked up at me and said, "You'll be faithful, right?"

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