A Dance With the Green Fairy

It was a sound that was as fundamentally sexual as anything I have ever heard.

Something inside me snapped. Forget infidelity! I had to fuck this bitch like I had never fucked anybody in my life.

I reared up in bed, turned our position around and slammed her onto her back pounding her wet pussy like a man possessed, which I guess I was in more ways than one.

She shot her long legs straight up in the air, scratched my back and began to wail loudly. In between those cries she was shrieking and gasping like she had totally lost control of her rational mind.

I wasn't going to last long at that pace and if I was going to fuck my first succubus I wanted to experience every angle. So I flipped her onto her hands and knees and pounded her soft,round, full ass while playing with her huge hanging tits.

Her nipples were rock hard and the ripples from the impact on her butt were getting me quickly to where I was inevitably headed, which was a spectacular orgasm.

She ground wildly on my cock, her pussy clenching and unclenching, just shrieking. I grabbed her hips and with one last thrust I buried myself in her and began shooting.

I was locked on her in that elemental breeding posture for I don't know how long. And during that time she never stopped shrieking in ecstasy and bucking.

In the meantime her pussy was milking my cock like she would never let go of it. Finally, when the last drop had been squeezed out of both of us we collapsed on the bed and I drifted back to sleep almost immediately.

Even while I heard Millie's carnal cries and felt her violently bucking hips rocking the bed.

~ Millie The lady in my head was repeating over and over, "This isn't happening" while my body was going absolutely berserk under his pounding.

I had never felt such sheer animal lust in my life.

My insides were churning out of control. My breathing and heart rate had gotten way beyond critical and I listened to my disembodied voice begging him to fuck me in ways I had only read about in books.

My consciousness had retreated to the safe room that all women have, where you can wait things out no matter what kind of nuclear holocaust is going on inside you.

It kept telling me that the fucking I was getting was not real, even though every muscle, gland and capillary in my body was on fire with flaming desire.

I came loudly and wetly. Then I came almost immediately again. I thrashed and moaned and scratched him. I held onto the sheets and fucked back against him like an animal in heat.

Then as I felt him shoot gallons of hot sperm deep inside my womb I came loudly one final time. The sensation made me howl with lust.

And then I woke up with the bed soaked underneath me and nobody there. I was just starting to sit up to survey the damage when I felt overwhelming sleepiness come over me.

~ Tom I awoke to Paris morning sunshine. Last night's storm had blown over. The covers were off of both of us. There were pools of indeterminate fluids bodily fluids everywhere. I was at an absolute total loss as to what to think or say.

I was pretty certain that I had just had otherworldly sex and the evidence was there but the question was, with whom?

I looked at Millie who was lying sprawled on her stomach and who had clearly had her brains fucked out, right down to the semen leaking out of her pussy.

I gently stroked her back and she began to wake up, but not without pitifully moaning "please, no more!" and "I can't take it!"

She startled awake with a gasp sat up confused and then flopped immediately back on the pillow.

I looked in her frightened eyes and I could see her processing the same thing. "I just had wild extra-marital sex with somebody and I don't know how, or who?"

We both took our times putting ourselves back together, showering and dressing without a word.

Then, since there was no point in just sitting in the room we walked wordlessly down to a café on the Quai Voltaire to talk about it.

The first words that came out of her mouth over croissants and café American were "I am soooo, soooo sorry – I don't know what came over me. That man just had total power over me. I was helpless."

Since she had started before me and finished afterward she was apparently not aware that I had had my own little episode and I was embarrassed to tell her.

But given the unsettling situation and my love and respect for our relationship I said "no need to apologize – the same thing happened to me".

The look she gave me was more puzzled and disturbed than relieved.

~ Millie I knew that whatever had happened last night had to have a logical explanation. And the finger of suspicion was pointing directly at the absinthe.

I had all of the signs of having been given a total physical fucking, from the bodily fluids that I woke up drenched in, all the way down to my very sore and overstretched pussy.

But the room was locked all of the time. And I recalled lying paralyzed as if I was asleep during the first part of the experience.

But I had very vivid impressions of what happened and whoever I had done it with, which I couldn't reconcile with Tom.

For one, the apparition's cock had been bigger than anything I had ever experienced. It had stretched me so much it had almost hurt me.

The figure itself was Tom's general size and shape but it had fucked me differently, women know those differences.

My responses were different too, as if I was reacting from some place down in the animal body, not my human brain.

And I clearly had been inseminated by somebody.

Then when Tom told me that he had distinctive memories of fucking somebody too my only thought was, "ghosts".

From the minute I woke up I had not felt any sense of betrayal. None of that was going on here. Both of us had had cataclysmic sex last night but the logical emotions just weren't registering anywhere with me.

So maybe our sub-conscious knew more about the situation than our conscious mind did.

The little lady in my head laughed heartily and said, "You were dreaming dearie, it was just you and your husband celebrating a drunken anniversary last night."

That was what I decided had happened.

~ Tom You didn't need to be clairvoyant to paint that picture. Apparently the Fin de Siècle rumors about absinthe were true. It really does pack hallucinogenic properties. But that didn't account for the physical evidence left in my wife and the bed.

The only explanation - and it was the only acceptable one - was that we had somehow fucked each other and because of the treacherous effect of the absinthe we had odd dreams of strangers.

My mystery lover certainly had Millie's magnificent body.

The problem that I had with that explanation, and one which I didn't share with Millie, was that I had a clear memory that she was phantom fucking somebody before and after I got involved with my own ghostly spirit.

In the end I chalked that night up to the fact that some things are just unknowable. Paris is an incredibly old city, which has seen more mystery and human intrigue than most other places.

Maybe we actually DID have sex with ghosts, or 17th Century Parisians who had fallen through a rift in the space-time continuum. There was nothing to prove or disprove that.

But since I don't like fantasy endings I decided not to waste much time considering that.

I DID know that I loved Millie and that thanks to our dinner dance with the Green Fairy we had a plausible explanation for the events.

Most important of all Millie believed it was true.

So as we packed that morning for our cab ride over to the Gare d'Austerlitz and on to Barcelona, I very sincerely hoped that whatever had brought on that particular experience was permanently in the past. Needless to say, from now on I planned to stick strictly to fine wine at dinner.