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Click here"Allie," I blurted. "Dave," she said simultaneously as I called her name. We looked at each other and smiled. "You go first," I said.
"It was very strange," she said. "There were moments when we were making love when I saw George and Cindy. They were talking to me, encouraging me."
"Wow," I responded. "I saw Cindy and George too. They were telling me what to do," I confessed. "I know it had to be my imagination but they seemed so real."
Right then there was a connection that went beyond reality. Allie and I looked at each other believing.
"I'm so glad they were here with us," Allie said lovingly.
"I hope they always will be," I said.
The next few days Allie and I did nothing besides make love, talk, eat, drink and sleep. Most of that time we were naked together. One day we had just finished making love in the afternoon when it started to rain. Without hesitation we decided to dance naked in the backyard.
The monsoon rains came to an end. We decided to move in together. We chose Allie's house and I sold mine. It was like heaven on earth and we both swore George and Cindy were always there with us.
One Sunday afternoon after making love I was in the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I didn't see my face, it was Cindy's.
"Ask her to marry you," Cindy said in a compelling voice. I stood there stunned for a minute.
Then I felt Allie's arms around me, her breasts pressed to my back. "Yes," she whispered in my ear. "George told me to say yes."
I turned around and kissed the beautiful woman I first saw dancing in the summer rain.
"Will you marry me?" I asked having the answer.
The end.
- COMMENTS
Manumissionover 4 years agoLeft me hopeful for my twilight years. Very romantic, very erotic. Thank you.
Anonymousover 4 years agoA very nice story. This really should be in romance, not erotic coupling. While the couplings are certainly erotic enough, the focus is as much on the development of the relationship, as on the sex.
A survey I saw (iBritish) suggested that about a third of bereaved people reported seeing their loved ones after their death. After my father died I had extremely realistic dreams where he was talking to me and giving me advice. In the case where a former spouse is contemplating a new relationship, it is natural to hope that the former spouse would have approved. Hence dreaming conversations where they do. In my case I was concerned about decisions I had to make concerning my career, and I certainly hoped that my father would have approved of the decisions that I was making. I am not suggesting any supernatural involvement, just my subconscious, but it did seem very real.
Anonymousover 4 years agoYou claim that this is a "mostly true" story. I'm wondering which parts were real, and which were made up. Here's MY story....
I married a lady born ten days after I was. Breasts like Allie's. She was my "first". We had fun in and out of bed for 14 years. Her health declined. Sex went away. She died just shy of our 23rd anniversary.
She's my guardian angel now. One reason I think so is that a year after my wife died, I met a stunning beauty 25 years younger than me. There was no way a lady that hot and sexy should have fallen for an old guy like me. But it happened. After a year of getting fucked, sucked, and titfucked by my girlfriend, the relationship ended. I know my guardian-angel wife sent me a girlfriend to heal my broken heart.
If this sounds farfetched, it's no more so than Allie and Dave being "spied on" by the ghosts of Cindy and George. Thanks for writing!
Wildspur55over 4 years agoVery nice story that is both romantic and sexually charged. Lust and love mixed together well.
