Smut warning:

"What the?" Sam questioned drearily as he pulled back the duvet half asleep. "It wasn't just a dream?"

He patted his semen soaked shorts and recoiled his hand. He sat up and looked over at Mel who was still fast asleep.

Sam climbed out of bed as quietly as possible and walked to the bathroom to clean himself up. He left his shorts in the wash basket and returned to the bedroom for a fresh pair.

He got back into bed but the duvet was still damp with his seed, he begrudgingly ignored it and fell back to sleep.

"I had the best dream," Sam said to Mel a few hours later over tea.

"Oh, what was it?" Mel replied sweetly.

Sam grinned, "Well, I don't want to repeat it but remember that third night on our honeymoon? It felt like we were actually there again."

"The third night?" Mel thought for a moment. "Oh, that third night." She licked her lips playfully. "I'm pleased my tongue can leave a lasting effect on you. Maybe it's due again soon." She winked.

Sam blushed and covered his crotch with his hand. "I can't wait."

The wedded couple went to bed early that night. Mel was reading a copy of Pride and Prejudice, a book she had recently found in the cupboard under the stairs. Sam settled into scrolling on his phone.

Eventually he turned to his wife, "No ghostly encounters?"

Mel lowered the book, "No, not since you've been back. I'm sure it will happen at some point."

"I bet it didn't eat you as good as I do."

Mel turned a shade of red, "Sam! Do you always have to talk like that?" She said it as a halfhearted joke. "No one will ever please me as much as you. It's my wrong time of the month now though so you'll have to keep those such thoughts to yourself for now."

Sam blushed again, "Sorry, I just couldn't help think about that third honeymoon night and it got me thinking about the things you have told me."

"Well you think I'm making it up, so you have nothing to worry about."

Sam could feel the agitation in Mel's voice. She was not in the mood to talk about sex while on her period or trying to relax before bed.

He himself had trouble sleeping and was still awake long after Mel had drifted into slumber. The room was getting darker and noticeably dropping in temperature.

Sam turned to give his wife a hug but she was not there. When did she get up?

The duvet by his feet began to move and he felt an arm touch his leg. Sam nearly jumped out of his own skin and grabbed the duvet to pull it off.

"Leave it," he heard his wife say. "Just enjoy."

Sam lay back down and did his best to relax. He felt two hands tug at his shorts and slide them down his legs and tossed to the floor.

A hand began stroking his cock and it swelled quickly. "Oh, Mel." The hand gripped his waist and he felt a tongue gently teasing his balls while the hand worked up and down his shaft.

After a few more strokes, Mel's tongue moved away from his sack. There was a slight pause before he felt her lips on the tip of his helmet. They opened wide and slowly slid down his smooth sensitive skin.

"Oh fuck, Mel," Sam gasped as her mouth completely enveloped his cock. He could feel the heat of her tongue pressed against his shaft. Her lips massaging his erect penis as they slowly rose back to the tip.

Mel flicked his purple head with her tongue before gulping down on his full erection once more.

"Fuck!" Sam repeated. He looked down and was immediately turned on more by the shape of Mel's head bobbing slowly up and down by his groin.

Mel released his throbbing cock and began stroking it once more. She used her tongue to lick up and down from his base to the tip.

"I'm going to come," Sam whispered before gasping as he immediately felt Mel take him full in her mouth again. She worked a little faster this time and worked her tongue around his shaft as she continued sucking on him.

Sam began to twitch, he could feel an intense orgasm rising and he was close to shooting his load.

Mel could feel his cock began to shudder as the end was imminent. She moved her mouth away, grabbed his dick and began hand-fucking him ferociously.

"Oh fuck!" Sam screamed. His sperm shot out, high and fast, landing on Mel's side of the bed.

"What the actual fuck, Sam!" Mel screeched.

As if suddenly jolting awake, Sam bleary-eyed looked over in Mel's direction. She was sat up with her hands pointing down at herself.

"Seriously, you couldn't have done that in the bathroom?" She questioned angrily.

Sam inspected her pyjamas and saw large patches of his semen covering her.

"You made me do it," he replied sheepishly.

"I did no such fucking thing." Mel removed her pyjamas until she was just wearing knickers. "Don't get any ideas, I'm still on." She lay back down and pulled the duvet over herself. "And clean yourself up!" Was the last thing she said.

Sam looked down at his still throbbing penis as it softened. It was still dripping semen. "Oh great, best I go clean up again. I can't believe that one was a dream. It felt so much more real than last night."

Sam fell back to sleep easily after cleaning himself up. He was disappointed that his experience only seemed to be a dream but it still felt so good and he slept feeling satisfied.

Melissa did not speak to Sam all day when it was not necessary. She was not enjoying her latest period very much. She herself, partly wondered if it was because it meant the spirit did not appear interested in her.

They both went to bed that night occupying their favoured positions with book and phone and both fell to sleep fairly easily.

After a few hours passed Sam began fidgeting in his sleep. He could feel someone playing with his cock this time and tried to break out of the dream he was having.

"Honey," he murmured. A hand gripped his pole firmly and was pulling down on his foreskin, releasing it's grip and then pulling down firmly again.

"Mel, I'm going to co-" Sam murmured sleepily. He felt soft lips touch the tip and his erection jerked in excited anticipation.

He finally awoke as he felt a warm mouth encircled over his member, sucking him fiercely.

"Mel? Slow... Down," he struggled with the words. He threw his arms to the side and recoiled in shock when his left arm struck the sleeping figure of his wife next to him.

Mel stirred awake and glared at him. She then stared down at his rock hard shaft staring back at her.

"Shit, I'm sorry!" Was all Sam could say right before his sperm shot its full load in her direction. Some landed on her chin, but her night shirt took most of the brunt.

"Jesus, Sam!" Mel hissed.

"Sorry, honey. I couldn't help it. I do not know what's going on."

Mel sighed, "I think I do. Maybe you'll believe me now." She removed her shirt and threw it to the floor.

"This is no ghost, Mel. I'm just having uncontrollable dreams."

"Get some sleep, Sam. We'll discuss it in the morning."

"I've gotta get up for work soon. I'll call you on the road though." Sam lay back down and cuddled up to Mel. His penis pricked again at the realisation of his topless partner. Sam placed an arm around Mel and cupped one of her breasts.

"That's all you're having," Mel replied as she felt herself drift off again. She knew Sam would be leaving soon and that he would most likely leave the talk until he got back a few days later.

Sam planted a few kisses on her back in response and pressed himself against her before falling asleep himself.

His last known thought was, Ghosts aren't real, this was not real.

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