A Cheated-on Halloween Spectre

Dead husband returns for revenge on wife and lover.

Based on a post by LitEro
Cat. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

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The thin curtain between the living and the dead realms is
weakest on All Saints Eve. Wraiths like me begin to cross into the living
domain at the stroke of local midnight, but at the 3AM. witching hour, the veil
briefly ceases to exist. For one hour, we can easily cross both ways. At
midnight on All Saints Day, the curtain becomes impenetrable and we are stuck
on either side until the next Halloween.

I'm here in my former bedroom in San Diego, to avenge my
murder, by my not-so-loving wife, not merely to watch her sleeping naked with
my former best friend. Dead exactly one year, I've had that long to practice my
deathly powers.

Our atoms are spread to a tenth of our former density
which allows us to appear to fly and to pierce denser objects. The only real
new power we have is to affect gravity at a tiny level. That is how I can pull
the sheet off my wife and her lover.

I can see and feel quite well, even hear, taste, and
smell the fresh scent of sex from my bed. The taste of pheromone is strong,
especially when I raise her leg and lick her pussy or his shrunken cock. He is
still coated in their mixed cum, so she chose not to lick him clean, as usual.
I spread her pussy lips and see his cum oozing out of her.

 So, she shaved her red bush for him. When I lick
her clit, she stirs.

"Oh Bill, I can't go again. Isn't twice in an hour
enough for you?"

I started moving his hand off her tit, which wakes him. I
raise his dick and squeeze it, as I shove some dense air hard on his balls.
Twice in an hour? I was lucky to get it twice a month.

"Ow! Kim, there's no need to hurt me. I was asleep. Is
that how you treated Ken after sex? No wonder he was always grumpy. Don't treat
me like that, or you can end up like he did."

"Are you seriously threatening me? You woke me by
fingering my pussy and rubbing your cock against my ass."

She rolled onto her back, knees up and apart, pussy
spread and leaking, big tits sloping sideways to her pits. Her red hair formed
a halo around her head. She was as beautiful as I remembered, and gave me an
ecto-hard on; well we don't have blood to do it, so ectoplasm has to "fill
in" for it. Did I mention that we have no use for clothes so we are naked
and use ectoplasm to disguise that when needed? Today, it wasn't needed. My
cock swelled bigger than in life, at the thought of eating her.

As soon as she dozed off again, I drifted down from the
ceiling, planted my face on her wet pussy, and lapped up some cream pie on my
way to her clit. My tongue pushed her hood side-to-side until it presented her
hard pearly glans. I sucked and nibbled it just as she liked. She gasped and
her head shot hard left. A long groan escaped her as her chest, tits and neck
flushed. I still had the skills.

"Oh Bill, oh. I said no more tonight. I thought you
hated cream pie. Ken used to nibble on my clit like that and eat his cum. I forgot
how much I miss that. Bill?"

Her bright green eyes squinted. Bill was lightly snoring.
Angered, she straddled his face, pulled his jaw open and spread her wet pussy
to let his spent cum fill his own mouth. His body spasmed and tried to force
her off, but she gripped the back of his neck and held on. He had no choice but
to swallow his salty cream. He sputtered; she laughed. Seeds of discontent
planted, I floated away to look for my laptop.

It was in its usual place. In my small desk drawer, sat
my collection of flash drives including a new pack of three. I had to create a
scalpel to cut open the pack then plugged a new one into the PC. With a
delicate touch, I opened WordPerfect and began typing these notes. Once I get
them to admit on my USB recorder who killed me and how, I can send that to the
police and have my revenge.

It's 8AM. and they are eating, naked, as I listen in.
They are planning to attend a one-year ceremony for me. Watching my ex bustle
around the kitchen makes her sweet ass jiggle, her tits dance, and two cocks
stiffen. Bill swings her around to straddle his lap and slides her smoothly
onto his cock. Though I hate her, I still crave her fucking awesome body.

"Oh, you feel so good, deep inside me. Bill, how long
have you practiced that move? I think the first time you pulled that on me, was
four years ago, when Ken insisted we go to a carnival commando, all of us. He
made the mistake of removing my panties in front of you; then flashing my bare
pussy as proof. That was the first time I saw your cock too, when you guys both
stripped in front of me. We laughed, but that was the start for us, wasn't
it?"

"Yes. I recall Ken squeezing my dick and passing it to
you to stroke and watch it swell. At the carnival, both of us kept spinning you
so your dress flew up and you flashed everyone around. We all laughed. It
wasn't until later that night, in this very kitchen, that I pulled that move
and impaled you on my cock the first time. Your dress settled on us and we both
felt the sparks. Then Ken came in with some wine. You went for glasses, but the
fool didn't know I had just claimed your snug pussy. He must have seen me
stuffing my cock away, yet said nothing. I guess he trusted us."

Four years? I was a fool. That's, that’s  when she
started refusing me sex. So they were fucking for three years before my death.
Maybe if I embarrass her enough, and make her blame Bill, I can get them
arguing. That will be tough since she likes exposing herself, if she can't be
blamed. Wait. Is that the mourning dress she's wearing? It's backless, low on
top and high on bottom. At least it's black. It's a cocktail dress for
seduction, hardly for mourning. No panties or bra, just a diamond pendant to
draw attention to her shapely tits. It tapers at the waist, then has a wide
zipper to the bottom. I can work with that.

My ceremony was at a small church. The front entrance was
across a creek with a 100-foot bridge over it. Parking was near the bridge,
then we had to walk it, and everyone took a moment to absorb the quiet landscape.
Ignoring the gossip about disrespecting me, they walked hand-in-hand to the
bridge. She shook free and walked a step ahead of him; a pretense of respect.
Once she was free of him, I acted. Before she reached the middle of the bridge,
I lifted her skirt to her ribs exposing her sweet ass and wanton pussy to all
our old friends. She fought the dress and scowled at Bill.

When she straightened up, I pushed both narrow straps off
her shoulders and down to her waist. Both luscious bouncy tits, capped with
hard nipples, lit up in the bright sunshine. She squealed, bringing more
attention to her beautiful tits. Then glared at Bill, who shrugged innocently.
She turned to go back to the car, but Bill stopped her and reminded her how
inappropriate it would be to miss her husband's ceremony. She was expected to
praise me from a lectern.

Her angry glare burned through Bill. He dropped back a
few more steps, yet the back of her dress went up above her waist in the breeze
I created. Bill had to choose whether to risk telling her. He chose to stay
quiet and, with the others, watched her big round naked ass wiggle across the
bridge.

In the church, Bill wisely chose to sit in the first row,
but across the aisle from where Kim sat. The minister came to Kim and clipped a
small wireless microphone to her dress. Then he started a recording of the
event, to give Kim later. Finally, he opened the meeting and said a few general
words. Then he introduced Kim, my "grieving" wife. When she moved
into the narrow aisle, I moved her hand behind her and unzipped her dress, then
slid it off. With the dress on the floor, she stood naked except for her shoes.
She gasped and froze, leaving her sexy, inappropriate ass exposed to everyone.
She glanced at Bill who threw his hands up. The minister had a perfect full
frontal view, and stood open-mouthed.

Now she was finally embarrassed; not at being naked, but
at believing that everyone thought She had deliberately stripped. After a long
red-faced moment where the entire front row drooled over her big swinging tits,
she bent, exposing her pussy and ass hole, as she exclaimed in a loud voice
that She didn't do that and it was a cheap prank by her former friend, Bill. As
soon as she touched her dress, I licked her pussy which made her squeak and fall
on the floor face up and legs apart, facing the gathering and making a lovely
spectacle.

Dress in hand, big tits dancing, she stumbled to her feet
then ran past the minister, to the rest room, while the congregation sat in
stunned silence. I flew through the restroom door and stared at her confused
face and beautiful naked body. She leaned against a wall and tried sorting
things out. When she covered her face with both hands, I ran two ecto-fingers
into her wet pussy with care. She gasped. When I rubbed her clit side-to-side
and sucked it, she shouted my name. The little wireless microphone caught it.
The gathering assumed that was in grief.

Her eyes closed, her hands gripped the wall; she beg