I got Fucked by a Ghost Pt. 06

More than a week later, I was still reeling from my Saturday afternoon visit from John. I still couldn't believe this was happening to me. There were moments I thought that I was crazy, that I was hallucinating all of this. That I had truly lost my mind. But I can honestly say I truly felt him there. I had -as of Saturday - felt his body more than I had ever before. Why had he come back? And why now? It was complex and complicated thoughts. But it appeared he was there to let me be who I needed to be.

Throughout all of my thoughts and the last few months of my marriage, it seemed to me that when I was horny or feeling lonely, the desires of men were abundant. It was almost as if the gaps in time when I needed sex (from the lack thereof) were filled with raging desires of hard cock. I don't know why they came. I couldn't even tell you because the last time I had sex "with a man" was John decades ago. But they were back in full force. However, once I had gotten off, my thoughts returned to normal. At least, that's how it used to be. But, now that John was back in my life, the thoughts became even more overwhelming. As if a door had been opened again, I accepted the offer and walked through it, and I was okay with that.

In my last story, I openly admitted I believed I knew why John had returned. It was to make me realize who I was inside. Like it or not, generational beliefs or not, family or friend's approval or not, I was bisexual, and I liked men. The only problem is that I had never dated a man. In essence, one could argue that I never had sex with a man. I could conceivably argue that I had, multiple times. Albeit, it was a ghostly encounter with someone I couldn't see or touch. However, it still makes it a valid argument. I still know I sucked dick and had my dick sucked.

Over the past week and a half since John last appeared, I had done a lot of soul-searching. When the wife wasn't around, I looked up gay porn or pictures of men's dicks to see if they aroused me as much as the time with him did. On certain days, that answer was yes. Other days, not so much. But at least I was accepting that I was interested in men, and I was making an effort to see if it made me feel the same way he did.

I had to be sure this lifestyle change was what I wanted. There was no way I was going to approach the wife and suddenly introduce the idea of, "Hey honey, want to have a threesome with another man so I could suck his dick." Or even worse, ask for a divorce and realize it's not where I wanted to be. She would have thrown me out of the house faster than I could imagine. But the desires were there. I just had to figure out where life or John was taking me.

Deep in my heart, I felt the change coming. I had always adored women and loved having sex with them, but since reconnecting with John and having two sexual experiences in my own house, I felt I knew. It was time for something different. And it was a late Thursday night when John summoned me again. My feelings were confirmed.

The wife and I were lying in bed after another dragging night of little conversation, no emotional attachment, and surely no sex. As our usual routine unfolded that night, she was reading through her magazines, while I thumbed through news articles, trying to keep up with current events in case I needed to publish one. As time passed, I became heatedly involved in an article, and by the time I had finished, I noticed she was already long asleep. I turned off the light on my nightstand, set my glasses down, and pulled the covers up to my neck, settling into a relaxed position as a cool breeze drifted over me. Knowing what that breeze was and also knowing my wife could sleep through a tornado, I whispered, "John, is that you?"

I got no response. I'm not sure if I genuinely expected one. I just felt as if he was in the room with us. Suddenly I got very hot. My heart started pounding, and I felt sticky and wet as if I needed to take a shower. Perhaps in his otherworldly way, John was guiding me away from my wife and into a place where we could be alone. Something in the way it progressed, along with my own thoughts, was guiding me to the bathroom.

I got up, walked into the bathroom, shut the door, and locked it behind me. I turned on the shower, slipped out of my pajamas, and stepped in. The warm cascading water was soothing and brought me to a place of comfort and ease. But suddenly, I felt his presence there.

"John, we have to be quiet. My wife is in the other room," I spoke out softly as I was letting the water strike my head and run down the back of my neck.

I felt that cool breeze loft inside that warm shower, and I knew I wasn't alone. I felt his body press up against my back. Almost as if he was embracing me from behind. I could feel his hands sliding along the sides of my rib cage. Up across my torso, past my nipples, down along my stomach, and towards my hips. The more his hands glided across my dripping wet skin, the more aroused I became. I felt myself getting hard. I felt a tingling inside that I hadn't experienced in a long time. Strikingly, I also felt something I had never felt before. My asshole was pulsing, almost throbbing, like a wet pussy would just before it penetrated.

I felt John's hand wrap around my hardening dick. He was lightly stroking it as his other hand continued rubbing all over me. "Oh, John." I softly moaned out as I became fully erect in his hand. Even though I was soaking wet from the shower, when his fingers slid up and in between my ass cheeks, they felt so slippery and slick, like he was lubing up my dry skin. John pulled my hips backwards as he guided my torso down. I could feel his spirit edging in closer behind me as the tip of his hard dick touched my asshole.

With one good long push, his dick slid inside me perfectly. No pain, no pressure. It just glided up inside me as if it had always been meant to be there. I moaned out like a girl as he pushed it all the way in. The pleasure I felt was beyond enjoyable, and as much as I have always been in love with women. There was nothing else I wanted more at that second than to be bent over with a dick in my ass. I felt John's big dick slide in and out of me, gently and lovingly at first. But the more it went on, the harder and faster he pumped.

I couldn't tell you how big his dick is because I had never seen it. But if I were a betting man, I would guess it was 7 inches long and more than an inch thick. It had no doubt it was bigger than mine, and the more it slid in and out of my ass, the more I began to realize that I was enjoying it more than I could have ever imagined.

Thoughts ran through my head that I would never have envisioned. It wanted him to cum in me. I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I wanted to be inside of him. I wanted him to be alive and real. I wanted to feel this way all the time. I wanted to be seduced often, sucked and fucked until I couldn't take it anymore. I just wanted dick. His dick. Any dick as long as I was getting cock. The more he pumped, the more I moaned and groaned while the water from the shower head splashed off my back, the more I truly started to believe I liked dick more than pussy. I couldn't get enough. I was rock hard. When John would stroke me while pumping me, he sent sensations throughout my body that I had never felt before.

After all this time apart, after all the years of marriage, kids, work, and dealing with life's ins and outs, only to realize now that I wanted dick was incredibly concerning. But the deeper and deeper he pumped me while being bent over in my shower, while my loveless, cunt wife snored in our bed, was enough evidence for me to realize it was time for a dramatic change.

John's pumping increased. It almost felt like his dick got longer and thicker with each passing moment. The harder he pushed in, the more I felt like I was going to explode. With every pump, the tip of my dick shimmied and twerked as if I was going to shoot my cum all over the tub floor. "Fuck me, John," I bellowed out several times as my body rocked back and forth with his pushing in.

"Yes, Fuck Me!" I moaned out as I knew I was getting closer to cumming.

"Make me cum, John. Make me cum."

The splashing, squishing fucking sounds made me feel enlightened. I felt incredible. Sexual, mystique, aroused, and I couldn't have cared less if the wife did walk in on me getting fucked in the ass. I was loving this. Just the mere feeling of being rock hard while his dick slid in and out of me was more than I could have ever wanted. As he continued fucking me, his hand wrapped around my shaft again as his dick continued sliding effortlessly in and out of my ass. I was in absolute heaven. I felt like a teenager again, getting my dick played with for the first time. Except this wasn't a woman stroking me off, or giving me head, this was a man touching me while his big throbbing dick was deep inside of me.

Just being bent over while his dick penetrated me in and out for such a long time was fascinating. My mouth was open, moans slipping past my lips. Our bodies worked in concert as I wanted it harder and deeper with each passing thrust. I felt like a woman. I felt like I was the one who was being manhandled by her boyfriend as he rammed his dick in and out of me. I wished we weren't in the shower but naked on my bed or my bedroom floor, completely engrossed and heated as lovers do. His dick was giving me sensations I had never had before. Just feeling it slide in and out constantly and forcefully was sending my body and spirit to new heights.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum!" I moaned out loudly.

John pumped hard and fast for about 30 more seconds until I felt him push in as deeply and as forcefully as he could. I knew he was cumming inside of me. I felt the tip of his dick shaking and pulsing deep within me. That sensation made me explode as his hand slid down my shaft. I started squirting every bit of cum my body had. Squirt after squirt came out, as I felt the filling sensation of his dick still deep inside my ass.

I closed my eyes for a brief moment to catch my breath. As I did, I felt John side his dick out of me, leaving me feeling wide open, wet, and full of cum. I felt his hand let go of my dick, and within seconds, I felt his presence leave. When I opened my eyes, I saw the last bit of my cum swirling around the shower, being washed down the drain as I was still hunched over, legs shaking, my dick still hard, with the water temperature turning colder by the second.

I put my head up against the tile as I started to stand back up, trying to regain my balance and strength after the fucking I just took. Even though this older body of mine wasn't strong enough to be bent over for that length of time, I was overjoyed to have been in that position.

I quickly washed up and used my foot to push the last bit of my cum down the drain, got out, and dried off. My ass felt like it had been violated by a jackhammer. But I will tell you that my dick felt full and plump and ready for round two, which is something I hadn't experienced in a long time. As I got dressed, I felt a sense of fulfillment. I felt alive. I was invigorated, and I know that as much as I had to go lay next to the woman I had been married to for decades, I wouldn't have traded a second of the time in the shower with John for anything she could have offered me.

When I opened the door, the light of the bathroom illuminated our bedroom. I could see the wife lying on her side, still dead asleep. I took a big breath and let out a sigh of relief that she never woke up while my gay ghostly lover was fucking me in the ass in our shower.

I fell asleep rather quickly, a big smile on my face, with excitement coursing through my veins. I woke up several hours later, my dick hard, my spirit and mind hoping John was back. But he wasn't. But still feeling the sensations of what I experienced and my thoughts of dick, led to me jack off thinking about him while my wife lay silently sleeping next to me. When I came, I pulled what cum had landed on my palm up to my mouth and swallowed it down. The rest stayed lodged in my underwear under my pajama bottoms. I fell back asleep sticky wet in my shorts and cum dancing in the back of my throat, knowing I was tuning. That I wanted dick. That I wished this woman I was married to would be gone, and John would be lying next to me, his hard dick ready for me to suck or fuck at his beck and call.

The next few nights at our house were turbulent. I tried making love to her each night so I could make sure it was men I wanted and not just some fleeting fantasy. Each night was met with some excuse as to why she didn't want to. We had long conversations about trying to spice things up. I suggested bringing in toys, watching videos, or even seeking a third person for one of us. Every time I brought it up, she looked at me as if I were crazy. I couldn't quite just spit it out that I felt I believed I liked dick more than pussy. However, I also wasn't going to make a hasty decision.

I had been married to her for decades without an inkling of changing sides, but within the last few months, and now with the return of John, all I wanted was dick. I would have let her even fuck me with a strap-on if that would have gained her interest. She just wouldn't listen.

There were times I even thought maybe she was a closet lesbian or wanted women because lord knows she didn't seem to want me. Each time I had a thought, I presented it. But each time, I got a "no" or got pushback on ideas or activities to enhance our sex life, which pushed me further towards John. Further to men and homosexual experimentation.

All of this came to a culmination the night John fucked me right in my bed with her next to us, all while she slept so deeply that I don't think she even grunted while his dick was so deep in my ass that I squirted all over myself. That and my new sexual passion, not indulged by her, sent me into trying something new, someone new, and sucking the dick of a man I met and was interested in.

But I am getting ahead of myself. I'll tell you all about making love to John in my bed in the next chapter. Just know, His spirit has been with me through all of it, even after I gave my first blowjob to a living human being. And he continues to be with me, even years after.