Chapter 41
Rule Thirteen Vera - Don’t bother keeping track of Eternity
Some time later
“You know when I first said it, I’d meant it to be a joke.” Emmett went to the chair in the corner of the room and sat. Catherine and I watched from the bed as he rolled his eyes, but settled in for the evening.
“You can’t say you don’t like it. I know I do.
”Catherine laughed. “Watching from the cuck chair and being watched by someone else in it.” She reached for my jaw, pinching and turning my face to look at her.
Leaning in, we shared a deep kiss. I closed my eyes and focused on the taste of her tongue, the feel of her curly hair tickling my shoulders, and the soft caress of her naked breasts against mine.
The friction caused my nipples to harden with anticipation.
“It has its moments.” Emmett snickered. His belt clinked as he undid it and unzipped his pants down. I didn’t have to look to know he was pulling his cock out to stroke himself while he watched us.
Sex had been a rough start for us. Neither Catherine or I were accustomed to men being involved, but Emmett was a great leader, and the night I died, we shared a beautiful night of new beginnings.
It was a goodbye and celebration in one go.
Goodbye to the lives we’d all thought we’d have, and hello to a literal eternity with each other.
We had so much time, and yet it never felt like enough of it, as every day was a celebration for us.
Catherine urged me to lay, and I didn’t fight back. I let my head hit the pillows and my thighs fell open, ready to spend another night writhing in pleasure.
“What do you want tonight, wife?” she purred in my ear as she engulfed my body with hers and began kissing me, starting high at my chin and moving lower, and lower, and lower...
“Surprise me,” I groaned, closing my eyes.
We kept the honeymoon suite, although occasionally we’d have guests.
That didn’t stop us from using the space though.
We just made sure the temporary occupants didn’t see us.
Sure, we could go and hide in another area of the hotel, like the other ghosts, but Catherine didn’t budge.
She’d staked her claim over this room a year before we came along, and she wasn’t giving it up.
“They called me the withered lover.” She’d told us once when we asked about her time without us.
Now, there was nothing withered about her. Catherine, much like myself, had blossomed under this roof. There were no more judging eyes or family members threatening to send me away. Hell, mine never even looked into where I’d gone.
My death had been my freedom.
I pushed Catherine’s head down between my legs, and she spread my pussy and shifted to run her tongue along my slit.
“Tell me how she tastes,” Emmett murmured.
“Like honey, darling. She’s our sweet little honeypot.”
“Good girl, keep going. Make her come all over your beautiful face.”
Gripping her hair, I urged her to go deeper, to suck on my clit and push me over the edge.
My body began to warm, and wave after wave of pressure began to build.
I turned my head to see Emmett, staring right into my soul as he pumped his thick cock in his hand, hoping to match me.
A moan escaped my lips and a slow, yet powerful orgasm ruptured inside of me, sending stars flying into my vision.
“Grab the strap,” Emmett ordered.
Gleefully, Catherine leaned over to open the side dresser. She pulled out the strap-on belt, and the large, purple cock made of rubber, and began putting it on.
While we couldn’t leave the hotel, we could still use everything inside it as if we were alive.
We didn’t have to. In fact, many of the spirits here didn’t act like humans.
But we, for the most part, chose to exist as if we were still living.
Except when we had guests. We called them breathers.
Most were annoying and we couldn’t wait for them to be gone, but some, on occasion, brought things that worked in our favor.
Like the strap-on. A kinky couple came and went but left almost all their toys when his wife showed up.
Most of it was untouched. We tossed the stuff that was used and kept everything else for ourselves.
“Roll over and get on your knees,” Catherine demanded once the belt was on and she’d attached the rubber member. With lightning speed, I did as told, and she crawled between my legs and pressed the purple cock against my dripping lips. “When, Em?” she asked our voyeur.
“Now, Cathy, now,” he urged.
I glanced over and noticed that the tip of his cock was turning purple too, matching the one pressed against me.
Slowly, Catherine slid inside of me with the toy.
No lubrication was required, given how hard I’d come just moments before.
The purple pleasure piece was thick and veiny and rubbed my insides like nothing I’d ever felt before.
It stretched me deliciously, and I arched my back, begging her to keep going.
Catherine, having mastered her tool, thrust until she reached my G-spot and I mewled.
“Perfect,” she purred and then slowly, pulled back and thrust in again.
I gripped the sheets as she fucked me mercilessly. Tears sprung to my eyes as the pleasure was so strong and hard, and yet, I refused to head to that finish line. Catherine was the perfect tease. She knew just how to string me along until—
“Fuck!” I screamed out as a hurricane of pleasure rolled through so hard my body released a gush of fluid, all over the instrument and our bed.
“Beautiful,” Catherine told me.
The rest of the night was spent taking turns with each other. When one of us needed a break, the other would take up the task of giving the other another orgasm. On and on, it went, all the while, Emmett, are dearly devoted husband, sat, watched, and took care of himself.
While he did join in often, it wasn’t typically all three of us. If we all wanted to participate, he took the chair and let us have our fun.
Sometime, during a break from our sex marathon, I thought about someone I hadn’t in a very long time. Tim, my best friend from childhood. He was the only one I ever really missed from being alive. I hoped he was having a good life somewhere.
“You okay, babe?” Emmett strode over to the bed, fully naked now, to check on me. Catherine had gone to shower, and I’d just gotten out of one. I sniffled and wiped a small tear away.
“Yeah, just... hoping everyone who truly deserves a good life gets one.”
He raised an eyebrow. I knew it was vague and weird to say, so I chuckled.
“Nothing. Just thought of Tim. Do you remember him?”
“I do.”
“Well, I hope he’s as happy as I am.”
“Are you... happy?”
Emmett and Catherine both shared a worry that my choice to stay with them forever would be one I’d regret. However, not a single day had gone by that I’d considered what-if.
This was where I was meant to be.
“I am. Every day is just as good as the one before. It’s like our honeymoon has never stopped.”
The bathroom door opened, and Emmett kissed me quickly before Catherine joined us.
“It does,” he agreed. “It’s like we were all just married.”
“Just married?” Catherine smirked. “More like, just buried.”
Both Emmett and I shared a look and sighed before chuckling.
That had not been the first time she’d made that joke.
Emmett pulled away and turned to Catherine, slapping her ass playfully. He winked at me, sending butterflies to my belly as he returned to his throne in the corner and sat. Gripping the arms, he motioned for Catherine to rejoin me on the bed.
“Alright, break’s over. Get back to fucking our wife.”
The End