Unfinished Business Pt. 01

Rachel gently and lovingly sucked up and down on his shaft. It took no time at all for him to get rock hard.

She then stood and moved in so close to him that he could feel her hard nipples pressing into his chest. Rachel's face was mere inches from his. George didn't know if he wanted to stare at her gorgeous eyes or her thick red lips, so his vision bounced back and forth between the two.

"Tell me, George. If you've never had a blowjob, is it safe to assume you're still a virgin as well?"

George breathlessly nodded. "Mother always said that you should respect a woman and wait until marriage."

Rachel's heart broke for the young man as he would never have the chance to see his wedding day. At least there was one thing she could give him. She lifted her left foot and rested it on the edge of the tub. Now that her hips were open, she guided his tip inside her.

The ever polite and respectful young man swore and then apologized for using such profanity. Rachel smiled and said, "It's OK. That is what we are doing after all." She teased as she lowered herself completely onto his shaft.

Once he was balls deep inside Rachel, he finally got some courage and took some initiative. George reached around and grabbed her tight glutes. Then he began to flex his hips to grind his shaft in and out of Rachel's tight pussy.

Rachel let out a string of profanity herself as she felt pleasure riding up her spine. Her foul language was only cut off by George capturing her vulgar lips with his mouth. This time his tongue was the one exploring her mouth.

As they continued to hump and kiss, George's hand explored her body. He had never felt or even seen a naked woman before. And he wanted to touch every part of her body. When his hands reached between them to her breasts, George stopped.

His mother's words were ringing in his ears. "A woman's breasts are for nursing, not your perverted delight." Who was he to argue with his mother? He took a nipple into his mouth and suckled. For once the woman was right, he could nurse on these all day, and Rachel seemed to relish the attention as well.

The humping resumed and the tension built in their bodies until an orgasmic explosion emanated from where their bodies met. Rachel's pussy clenched and flexed around his shaft as if it were attempting to suck the cum out of him. And with such encouragement, George couldn't help but empty his balls into the gorgeous woman.

Slowly, the two gasping breaths became one as George disappeared and was finally able to cross over. This was the one part of the process that Rachel never liked. After such amazing sex, you were always left alone. No one to cuddle with afterward. Nothing left but a vacuum where the other person should have been.

Rachel couldn't help but think how similar that feeling must be for the loved ones these ghosts left behind. A blank space where their son, brother, wife, mother used to be. Rachel was suddenly filled with sadness and needed to hold or be held by Jeff.

She quickly finished her shower, toweled off, put on her robe, and crossed back to their room. Before she even got there she could hear her husband's pleasured grunts. He was with another ghost. Rachel thought about giving them some privacy, but she didn't want to be alone right now.

So she slipped into the room quietly and sat on the couch where Jeff took the coed last night. Today, he was giving a middle-aged woman anal doggy style. She appeared to be loving it just as much as Jeff.

"This is Mrs Violet." He said. Between grunts.

Rachel simply nodded and found George's file from their table. She read that George was killed when he accidentally walked in on a woman in the shower. The woman and her husband were guests of George's family. The woman screamed when George walked in and the jealous husband assumed the worst and shot George in the back.

Rachel attempted to take consolation in the fact that George was now at rest. She made some notes and closed the file. When she sat it aside, she noticed Mrs Violet had been looking at her. She quickly looked away when Rachel caught her staring.

Rachel grabbed her file next: Mrs Roberta Violet. Wife and mother from the 1940s. Was rejected frequently by her husband when she wanted to try some new things sexually to spice up their marriage. All this came to light when her journal was found years after her death. In it, she chronicled her fantasy life. By today's standards, it was nothing spectacular. But by the standards of her time, it was wild.

Anal was definitely on the list of things she had always wanted to try. It was featured prominently in her journal. Rachel glanced up at them and caught Roberta staring at her again. She blushed, as much as a ghost could blush, and looked away again.

Rachel was starting to get aroused by the show in front of her. She loved seeing her husband naked, even better if she could see him having sex. But Mrs Violet was nothing to sniff at either. She had short curly platinum blonde hair. Very reminiscent of Marilyn Monroe. Her teardrop breasts were incredibly hypnotic as they swayed back and forth as Rachel's husband continued to penetrate her from behind.

Rachel and Jeff's insatiable appetite for sex was one of the reasons they got into this career. So, she untied her robe and let it fully part, completely exposing her breasts and pussy. The next time Mrs Violet glanced over, she saw Rachel pleasuring herself. One hand on her clit and the other gripping her breasts.

This time Roberta didn't look away. In fact, her moans of pleasure seemed to get louder. At first, Rachel was imagining herself in the ghost's position. But the longer she watched the pair, the more the image of Mrs Violet eating her out while Jeff laid into her from behind began to naturally materialize in her mind.

Miraculously, all three climaxed at the same time, but Roberta didn't disappear like the ghosts typically did. Jeff was a little confused at first, but being the ever caring professional didn't take it personally. He simply rubbed her lower back and asked, "Is there another fantasy you would like to try?"

Roberta said nothing, but Rachel knew what she needed. She stood off the couch and left the robe behind. She walked with a slow seductive hip wiggle toward the bed. Rachel climbed onto the bed on her knees.

Her pussy was right in front of Roberta's face. Rachel used one finger under the woman's chin to guide her head up. Away from her pussy, past her stomach and breasts, until they were face to face. Then Rachel kissed her passionately and tenderly for nearly a minute until the woman finally disappeared.

"Well, as hot as that was to watch, I have to say I'm a little disappointed that it didn't lead to more," Jeff said.

Rachel smiled and opened her eyes. "Don't worry, I have a feeling we will have an opportunity for a threesome before our job is finished at this house." Then she took Jeff's hand and led him to cuddle with her in the bed.

Feeling Jeff hold her from behind was all she needed to chase her earlier sad feelings away. She was so thankful to have a husband that was very different from Mrs Violets' puritanical spouse.