"Babe, I'm home!" Sam entered the house and was immediately met by a musky smell. "What is that?" He spoke quietly.

Mel was nowhere to be seen and Sam headed straight to the front room to slump down onto the sofa. He threw his bag to one side and admired the fresh coat of paint on the walls.

"It smells like Mel in here. She must be close. Honey!" He called.

"Coming!" Came a muffled shout.

"Oh, you're upstairs?" Sam asked the room. Although he was not expectant of it, he was used to his wife greeting him at the door in the loving way that she always did. That's when she really showed her affection after his three-day absence each time. Sam felt a little disappointed this time that she was not there.

Sam jumped to his feet and decided to go look for his wife. He found her in the spare bedroom, and what he would call a little flustered.

"Are you ok?" He asked as he approached the single bed she lay on.

"Hey, honey," Mel replied. She sat up and straightened out her skirt. "Welcome home, I've missed you." Mel held out her arms for Sam to lean in for a cuddle.

They embraced each other warmly before Sam pulled away. "What are you doing?"

"Just taking a nap," Mel responded quickly.

"In the spare bedroom?"

"Yes, I find it homely in here," Mel lied. Her eyes darted to the foot end of the bed as if looking for something.

Sam gave her a puzzled look and helped her to her feet. "Are you sure you're ok?"

"I'm fine, Sam. How was work?"

They both left the room but Mel took one last look towards the bed before following her husband.

"The usual. A1 was hectic." Sam continued with the small talk about work until they descended the stairs and entered the front room.

"Let me make you tea," Mel disappeared into the kitchen while Sam took up his resident spot on the sofa.

The curtain by the window blew openly into the room catching Sam's attention. He stared at the curtain until it fell still again, he noted the window itself was shut.

"Strange," he muttered to himself as Mel returned with two cups of tea.

"What's strange?" Mel asked.

"I'm not sure," replied Sam. "Something seems different around here. By the way the pain job looks amazing."

"Thank you. It's the house," Mel exclaimed. "It is haunted!"

"Don't be absurd. Our home is not haunted," replied Sam with a nervous laugh.

"It is, I'll prove it to you."

"How are you going to do that?"

Melissa stopped to think, "I don't know but I'll think of something, Mr Fitzpatrick."

Despite the strange movement of the curtain, Sam still remained sceptical. He was aware that Mel was open to the world of the unknown; it was one of the things he loved about her, but he himself, only believed in what could be seen and touched.

"What if I told you I have had an encounter with the spirit, several encounters actually."

"What sort of encounter?" Sam's interest peaked a little. He was a sceptic but even he enjoyed listening to paranormal stories.

Mel paused, unsure if she wanted to tell Sam the truth or not. Should she tell him that she was not currently wearing underwear? Or why she was not currently wearing underwear? Would he accept the truth? These were among the thoughts that filled her mind at his question.

"Scary?" Sam asked after fearing the silence from Mel stretched out too long.

"No, quite the opposite," Mel took a deep breath. "Intimate..."

Sam blinked.

Mel continued, "The ghost touches me... A lot."

"Excuse me?" Sam was puzzled. "What do you mean?"

Melissa could see that her husband was not happy by her words. Were her actions classed as cheating? She looked him in the eyes and spoke without hesitation. There was no point holding back now.

"I tried telling you about this before you went away. I knew there was a spirit in this house. It started harmlessly, only touching me, but it has become a lot more intense lately; a lot more intimate."

A long silence followed before Sam replied. "You actually believe a ghost is touching you? This is very difficult to hear."

"Yes," Mel replied sincerely.

"I'm away for three days and you get intimate with a spirit? Do you know how this sounds?"

"I'm sorry, Sam. I don't know what else to say. I don't want this to come between us. Perhaps the ghost will make itself known to you." Mel reached out to hold Sam's arm. She was aware she had done wrong, but she wanted to fix it.

"So this spirit, I guess his dick is better than mine?" Sam asked through grtted teeth.

"Erm... Actually," Mel started.

Sam interrupted, "Oh great, thanks."

"No, no!" Mel replied defensively. "The ghost is a spirit of a woman, I'm sure."

"A woman? I did not know you were into that? You've kept that quiet."

"I'm not, or I always thought I wasn't," Mel stared down at the rug.

Sam was disappointed but even he wondered if it was because of his wife's deceit or the secrecy of her true sexuality. He did not admit it to Melissa but he was a little aroused by the thought of a spirit using Mel's body for pleasure, like he wished he was doing at that moment.

Now's not the time to be thinking of that, Sam silently told himself.

"Aren't you going to say something?" Mel asked after the long pause became awkward.

"I'm trying to take it all in. Show me; show me this spirit and what it has been doing with you." Sam was still very sceptical, and convinced Mel was making it all up but he was curious and turned on. He pushed Mel's skirt up to place a hand on her bare knee.

"Ok," Mel replied. She leaned in closer to Sam and kissed him on the lips. She guided his hand further up her thigh to her hip. His fingers stopped to feel around for the missing underwear.

Sam was beginning to realise why his wife was in the spare bed looking flustered when he got home. He had to admit, there was something about the house that had increased their sex drive, he now thought about intercourse more than he had ever done before with Mel in previous homes.

He could not control himself any longer. Sam pushed Mel down onto the sofa and hitched up her skirt to her waist. His member was already swollen and hard and he wanted nothing more in that moment than to fuck his wife like crazy.

Sam knelt down in front of his wife and kissed her stomach. He lowered his head further licking her skin playfully as he reached her sensitive centre.

He licked her skin around her damp lips before sucking on her delicate folds; lapping at the juices from her sex.

Sam quickly unzipped his trousers and pulled them off. He raised his head and positioned himself with Mel's eye level. He pushed himself inside her and delighted in watching her gasp.

Mel grabbed his waist and pulled him closer, "Deeper," she whispered and he kissed her hungrily as he pushed harder.

He fucked her like this for several minutes and felt her tighten around his shaft as she came. He filled her with his load soon after and collapsed on top of her.

"That... Was amazing," Mel panted. "You are wonderful."

Sam did not reply. He hugged her tightly and nuzzled into her neck. He felt satisfied that he had pleasured his wife and that she would not feel the need to bring up the talk of spirits touching her again.

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