Obsessive ex's ghost
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“It’s been awhile since we had sex,” my wife pouted. She sat topless on the edge of our bed. She bit her lower lip in anticipation of what she thought was to come. I sighed, and began to explain to her that we’d had sex this morning. And last night. At LEAST once a day, every day, for the past month. But she never got to remember it, because right before we made love, the ghost of my obsessive ex girlfriend would possess her, and refuse to leave until I fucked her. My wife listened with a sly smile. It was clear she didn’t believe me. She laughed, just like she always did. “Sounds kinky." She unzipped my pants. “I guess I better hurry and fuck you before she ‘possesses’ me, huh?” That was the last thing she’d say for the night, because a second later, she flopped backwards onto the bed as the ghost of my ex took her.
