Horny Ghosts Pt. 01

"Holy shit."

Vanessa could think of no other words that more clearly expressed her feelings as she stared up at the huge, crumbling, monstrosity of a manor house before her. She had just inherited the house and grounds from a long-lost relative she had never heard of. Based on the photos and description from the lawyer handling the transfer of deed and title, she and her husband, Michael, had quit their jobs and left their lives in the city to move out to the middle of nowhere to fix it up and turn it into an event venue and bed and breakfast. It was now clear that the photos they had seen were way out of date because the house was practically dilapidated. The tarnished brass plate on the front gate had been barely legible, but they were able to confirm it read "Bloomington House", the name the lawyer had told them, so they were in the right place.

"Fuck, fucker, fuck, fuck!" Vanessa exclaimed, filled with regret. Why had they not driven out here to look at it BEFORE making all their permanent life changes? "It is going to need so much more work than we thought!"

Michael surveyed the place with an unreadable expression. "Yeah, it will. But it's got good bones. With a little extra time and effort, this place will be as fantastic as it ever was, a beautiful event location. People will be flocking from the city to see it! Just you wait!" He turned to her with a huge grin on his face, his dark hair glinting in the sun, his green eyes sparkling. Michael was always so unendingly positive; it annoyed her when she was feeling grumpy and negative, but it was also one of her favourite things about him. It was often utterly infectious, which came in handy when she was ready to throw in the towel on something.

Vanessa tried to resist his charm and positivity this time, pushing a stray lock of her long, dark hair out of her eyes. "But babe, can we even afford the extra work? I mean, we struggled to put together the budget we thought we needed in the first place, but this will be at least double, if not more." She put her head in her hands, as though trying to block it all out. "Oh god, what have we done?"

Michael walked over to his wife and started massaging her shoulders, his voice soothing and calming her newfound anxieties. "I'm not saying it will be easy, but I do think we can do it. We'll just need to think creatively. Maybe we open parts of it before everything is finished, sections or floors at a time or something. We can do this, Van, I'm sure of it."

Her attempts at resistance popped like a bubble. He always knew how to win her over and make her feel at ease, no matter the situation. He was the calm to her chaos, the balm for her worries, the sunshine to her storm. Plus, she trusted him wholeheartedly. If he believed they could do it, then they could. She took a deep breath, trying to inhale his optimism. "Ok. Thank you. Let's go look inside and see what we're dealing with."

As they walked across the broken pavement and weed-strewn courtyard to the door, Vanessa thought about everything they had given up to become DIY-renovators and business owners. Sure, their jobs and condo in the city, where they'd lived an enjoyable life and had a group of good friends. They had been together for a long time - nearly 15 years - and they had just begun to talk about experimenting with their sex life. Vanessa was a full figured woman with a cute face and a great pair of tits, Michael was well built and classically handsome; both were in their mid-30s and, without the responsibility of children in their lives, both were interested in the idea of having some degree of open relationship, and exploring a number of kinks with other people. But, they had only talked about it so far, they had not yet acted on these desires. Then the call from the lawyer about Vanessa's inheritance and everything that followed was such a whirlwind, that they put the idea of sexual exploration on hold. And now they lived in an old, falling-down mansion at the back end of nowhere, so how in the world were they going to explore anything other than the countryside? An open relationship needs other people, and there were no other people around here, Vanessa thought.

The front door had definitely seen better days, and they had some trouble getting it open. Finally, they were able to force it wide enough for them to slip through, the hinges screeching loudly at the violation.

Inside was just as rundown as the outside. After squeezing through the front door, they found themselves in a foyer that likely would have been called grand in its early days, but now was anything but. The staircase leading to the upper floors was large and imposing, with some missing sections of the bannisters and some stairs that looked all but rotted through.

They decided to survey the entire ground floor before attempting to go upstairs, so they took a left out of the foyer into a sitting room of some kind. Everywhere was the same: wallpaper peeled, water stains spread across the ceilings, paint was chipped and cracked, floorboards creaked and looked as though they would be unable to hold a person's weight, and all of the furniture was dusty, faded and full of holes. As they wandered through the many rooms on the main floor, Vanessa tried very hard not to be overwhelmed by the enormity of the job ahead of them.

She wanted to be enthusiastic for Michael, who became even more energized and excited by the project the further into the building they went. He chattered on and on about the multitude of possibilities he could see for each room as they did a full circle of the main floor: through a library full of rotting books, past the kitchen that hadn't been updated since 1892, give or take, and then through a study and another sitting room or two. Eventually, they made it back to the entrance hall with the staircase.

Vanessa fought the urge to squish herself back out the front door and drag Michael with her, leaving forever and pretending none of this had ever happened. But she also knew how much it meant to Michael, who had dreamed of owning land and running his own business for as long as she had known him. They had never thought it possible that they could afford to do it, so having the house and land just fall into their laps through her inheritance felt like a dream come true. She had to give this a go for Michael. They would figure it out, one small step at a time. Plus, he was right, Bloomington House did have good bones and would be amazing once returned to its former glory.

"Alrighty, let's go upstairs!" Michael said with barely contained glee. "Be careful on the steps, though, some look like they need to be replaced."

Vanessa chuckled and followed her husband upstairs; he was like a kid in a candy store! They were almost at the second floor when she thought she saw movement in the foyer below. She turned quickly and her foot caught the edge of the stair, causing her to teeter for a terrifying second, her arms windmilling in her attempt to right herself. Thankfully, the bannister was solidly in place at this part of the stairs and she was able to grab on and regain her balance. Breathing heavily from the near miss, she saw there was nothing downstairs but dust motes in the air, disturbed by their movements. Shrugging and shaking it off, she continued up the stairs to follow her husband through the second floor rooms.

There were 12 bedrooms in total on the second floor, six on each side of the staircase, off hallways that stretched the entire length of the house. Some of the bedrooms had en suite bathrooms that looked like they had been installed soon after indoor plumbing was invented. There was an additional, equally elderly bathroom directly off the hall in each wing. Straight off the landing at the top of the stairs was a large sitting room that seemed to join the two wings. It had huge windows with moldering curtains that overlooked the overgrown back garden, and a circular staircase that climbed to the attic. All second floor rooms were more or less in states of disrepair, similar to their cousins on the ground floor.

Still struggling to be positive about Bloomington House and the work it needed, Vanessa forced a smile on her face as she turned to Michael after completing their second floor tour. "Well! Which room should we claim for ourselves? We can get that one tidied up this evening and then start on a more detailed plan of attack in the morning."

Michael smiled and swung an arm around her shoulders. "Babe, I see what you're doing and I appreciate it. And I promise you, we CAN do this." He kissed her deeply. "How about we take that big one room on the end, I think it looked the least run down of them all? It should be easy to get it to a state we can sleep in. Or not sleep in..." He winked suggestively and nudged her with his elbow, in case there was any confusion as to his meaning.

Vanessa grinned back at him. "We do need to christen the place, don't we?" she asked, giggling and kissing her husband again. "Ok, you go get our stuff, and I'll get started on the room."

Vanessa made her way down the hall to the large bedroom at the end. She could definitely see that it would have once been a beautiful space, with silk floral wallpaper, a large four poster bed and lavish furnishings, and she tried not to think about all the things wrong with it now. She opened the windows as wide as they would go to air out the room, and pulled the dusting cloths out of her bag to get started on the furniture.

Michael brought in all of their clothes and bedding and some supplies, and set to work on sweeping and mopping the floor. They flipped the mattress, which, other than smelling a bit musty, was definitely usable, and made it up with a brand new mattress cover and their sheets and pillows and duvet. Once they were done, the room looked almost as good as new, if you squinted and deliberately didn't look at the ceiling, which suffered from the same water stains as the rest of the house. But it was good enough for now, and they fell into the bed gratefully.

But, even after all of their hard work cleaning the room, neither of them were interested in sleeping just yet. As soon as their bodies hit the mattress, Michael rolled over and gave Vanessa a deep, probing kiss, his hand pushing under her top to cup one of her large breasts. She kissed him back with relish, everything else in her mind melting away but the feel of his mouth on hers.

Eventually, he pulled away with a grin and knelt to undo the button of her jeans and pull them off of her body. Vanessa smiled an answering grin, knowing what was coming next. When her jeans hit the floor, he pulled her legs apart and put his face in between them, breathing in the smell of her through her damp panties.

"You smell so fucking good," he growled. Michael loved the smell of her when she was all sweaty and unwashed. He started tonguing her clit through the stretch satin of her underwear and she threw back her head and groaned. As she did so, she thought she saw a movement out of the corner of her eye, as though someone had walked into the room. She quickly turned her head and propped herself up on her elbows, but of course, no one was there.

"What is it?" Michael asked, extracting himself from her pussy.

"Nothing," she answered. "I thought I saw something, but it must have been my eyes playing tricks."

"Probably ghosts," Michael mused jokingly. "This is an old house, after all."

"Oh, riiiight, ghosts," Vanessa responded mockingly. "I'm sure it's just my brain going mushy from how good you're eating me out!" She teased, but she wanted him to get back to it, pronto.

"And I haven't even started yet! You just wait, I'll give those ghosts a real show!" Michael enthusiastically pulled off her panties and then started teasing her clit in earnest, flicking it with his tongue, sucking on it and licking circles around it. At the same time, he plunged two fingers inside of her and stroked them back and forth in the way he knew she liked. Vanessa's eyes rolled back in her head and she fell back on the bed again, enjoying her husband's treatment of her body.

She imagined that there were a group of ghosts in the room, watching them and enjoying it, and the very idea nearly sent her over the edge. That was one of the things she confessed to Michael during their discussions about opening their relationship: that she would like to be fucked with a whole bunch of people watching.

Michael could tell she was getting close and pulled away from her, smiling at the whimper she gave when he did so. They both liked to tease and deny each other, it made their sex life fun and mischievous, and all the more rewarding when they were allowed to come.

"My turn," he said, pulling off his own pants and underwear and lying down beside her.

Vanessa chuckled, though her clit was screaming for more attention, and positioned herself between Michael's legs, bent over with her butt in the air and her mouth next to his engorged cock.

"Ok, your turn it is," she said with a wicked glint in her eye.

She went to town on his dick, licking along the shaft until it was all wet and then taking the full length of it into her mouth. She could feel the head at the back of her throat and ignored her gag reflex to instead savour the feel of being filled in this way. Slowly, she started moving her mouth up and down Michael's penis, sucking a bit whenever she got to the head, increasing rhythm and speed as she went. Now it was his turn to groan and throw his head back; she knew exactly how he liked it. She was still pretending that all the ghosts were in the room watching her, so she moved her body and threw her hair back and wiggled her butt and made sure to put on a good show for them.

From the noises Michael was making, Vanessa could tell he was getting ready to shoot his load, so she removed her mouth from him and instead mounted him, sliding down the slick wetness of his cock until it was firmly encased inside of her. While sitting on top of him, she lifted her top over her head and removed her bra, releasing her huge tits to bounce against her stomach. Then she started riding him, lifting up and slamming down again, circling her hips a bit each time.

Michael was well endowed, and his dick filled her up completely. While still enjoying the idea of putting on a show for invisible voyeurs, Vanessa didn't have to perform while fucking her husband. All of the sounds she made were legitimate. Michael reached over to rub his thumb against her clit, and that was all it took. The orgasm exploded though her body, arching her back and dragging an animalistic noise from her throat. She was a squirter, and the space between their bodies became drenched with her juices.

Michael came quickly after that, a long, loud groan accompanying the thick load of cum that he sent coursing into his wife's vagina, though it would soon join her fluids in the wet spot on the bed.

Vanessa collapsed on Michael's chest, both of them breathing hard.

"Well," she said when she could. "I think Bloomington House has been thoroughly christened by its new owners."

They both chuckled, their bodies pressed together, well-earned sleepiness finally catching up to them. Vanessa rolled off and cuddled up beside Michael, pulling the covers over both of them.

"Tomorrow, the real work begins," she said, as they drifted off to sleep.

The next day, they made a list of all of the things that needed doing on the house, prioritising the most important, determining which needed professionals to be called in and which they could do themselves.

The roof would need to be replaced, and they would obviously have to hire someone to do that. They were able to get the electricity running and the water turned on, which was a big help in terms of making the house even semi-liveable. They decided the first step they could take would be to try to remove the layer of dust off of everything inside, so they could get a better idea of what they were working with.

Vanessa was on a ladder in the kitchen, wiping the grime off a shelf in the pantry, when she once again saw something move out of the corner of her eye in the room beyond. She turned quickly to try to spot it, but the ladder was perched a bit precariously against the shelf and her sudden movement sent it toppling. Before she even knew what was happening, she was falling and then striking the floor below, her head grazing one of the lower shelves on the way.

Next thing she knew, Michael was kneeling beside her, saying her name over and over.

"Vanessa, oh babe, you're awake! Don't try to move, the ambulance is on the way. Oh god, please be ok!"

"I-I'm ok," she coughed out, trying to focus her eyes. "What happened?"

"You fell off the ladder! I heard you scream and when I got here you were on the floor. Does anything hurt?"

She became aware that her head was pounding, but she was pretty sure that her body felt ok. "Just my head, I don't think anything is broken or anything."

"Ok well, they should be here soon," Michael looked reassured that his wife didn't seem to be too broken. "Just lie there until they get here, just to be sure."

Vanessa had no intention of moving just yet, so that was fine with her. She looked up at Michael, who was in the doorway of the pantry above her, and realised that a group of people were standing behind him and peering at her.

"Who are they?" she asked Michael.

"Who, babe?"

"The people behind you."

Michael turned and glanced over his shoulder, "No one's there, Van, you probably hit your head on the way down. Try to lay still. I think I can hear the siren."

But the people behind Michael were all looking at each other in surprise as he said this. "Whoa, she can see us?" one of them asked.

"Wow, this is amazing! A Living can see us!" another exclaimed.

A very handsome face leaned over the shoulder of her husband to come closer to her face. "If she can see us, we'd better let her know that we can see her," it said, still talking to its friends. "And we'd better thank her for the little show we got last night. If that's going to be a regular occurrence at Bloomington House, I think we are going to like these Livings!"

The group of people behind Michael broke out into peals of laughter.

Vanessa squinted into the laughing eyes that were in front of her, before darkness overtook her once again.