GHOSTS

GHOST

A lonely wife finds a new friend.

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There is someone watching me… It's not a totally odd thing in a huge house like this with it's many servants but there's something about this particular set of eyes… it unsettles me.

For one I've never managed to find who stares at me like that. They always seem so near, even in closed rooms I sometimes feel the odd tingle of being watched. The second and perhaps the most unsettling is gaze itself, so raw, so brazen, so wrong…

What is possibly even more wrong is that it's getting less and less unsettling by the day, part of me even craves for it.

I look at my morning robe, lying on my bed as it always is every morning. Normally I would put it on without even a second thought but today…

I look down to my nightdress. A cute pink thing that's at least two or three sizes smaller than me. It's a conscious choice of course, to aid me in my seemingly fruitless ambition of attracting my partners interest.

My nipples harden as my body catches up with my thoughts, I'm doing this so I can catch the culprit and… give them a good talking to… yes that's all. I need to tell them to stop.

I walk down to the dining room rather slowly more sensually than I'd care to admit. A few inquisitive gazes are thrown my way by the female servants as they greet me on the way down. The male servants try and avoid me all together but I do catch of them looking back yet none of them reach that level of rawness that I'm looking for.

I've always thought that the dining room is a little too big. I've floated the idea of renovating part of it into something else but it was quickly shot down. Talk of preservation and culture was spewed out as an excuse but it is really too big, especially for one.

The big empty table always seems to deflate my spirit, more so on days like these that even the sun has chosen to remain absent.

Here yet again I feel a few stares but none of them are what I seek so I finish up quickly and go upstairs deciding that this was all a bust and perhaps it may even be a good thing, but right as I reach halfway I feel it roaming shamelessly over my body.

Immediately I'm conscious of my nightdress lingering way above my thighs. Oh lord! I'm even wearing any panties!?? I rush to my room blushing and hopelessly embarrassed. I have just shown my whole butt to that person. That pervert! I think angrily. They must think I'm some slut now.

I walk to back to the door of my room and stare out into the hallway, no one there.

"Whoever you are you better come out this instant," I say out into the empty hallway. Still no one.

"I'm warning you," I say in a low voice but stern voice after all I don't want the person punished for a little misplaced curiosity.

After walking down the hall for a while and finding no one I go back to my room more specifically the bathroom to freshen up.

god I'm a hot horny mess. I blush as I see the hardness of my nipples pushing against the soft fabric of my night dress.

I wonder what my partner would do if he found me like this. Maybe he'll finally pay attention finding his wife so horny over someone else. I perish the thought, no use thinking about it now.

I straighten my night dress and prepare to head out again, I still had to catch the perp just more decently. What if the person caught me all hazed and horny like that and… I shake my head as I realize what I was thinking about. Those were dangerous thoughts.

Then it happens, the familiar tingle from someone watching me. Is the person in here? I feel my heartbeat racing. There's no mistake, I can feel that gaze perhaps even more brazen than ever, maybe it'll get them frustrated enough to… god I really needed my husband to get busy or I'd whore myself out soon.

This is the part I turn around right? Turn around and tell them to stop. Stop looking at me like that, like I'm their property, like they would devour me. I look myself in the mirror, I can literally see my self take hard horny breaths. Weirdly I can't see the person, perhaps his out of view or maybe he's watching through the key whole.

I find my hand moving towards my breast but before I can do anything to stop it an almost indescribable pleasure hits me. My other hand drops and easily gets past the little dress and just before the guilt can hit me an almost electric feeling shoots through me as I flick past my clit.

I try to convince myself that I shouldn't do this in front of the person that it would be betrayal to my husband but I find myself scrambling on top of the bathroom counter.

The person isn't in the room so they must be watching through the key hole. I grab hold of the cupboard as my finger moves faster and faster. First one then two and finally three. I'm trying to stop but I can't, it's almost like I've been possessed.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming so hard for you!" I shout to no one in particular. Then just as I'm about to cum, I feel the person's presence, like their right there, watching me and I cum like never before. Writhing and spraying everywhere like some sort of machine.

My cheeks burn as I look around, I'm much too embarrassed to call anyone to clean it up, even if they say their sworn to secrecy.

I clean up and head to bed. Still wearing my pink night dress eager to feel that gaze roam around my body like that again or perhaps even more.