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Anniversary Visitation

She came to spend their anniversary with him...

It had been a rough day. It was June 20th and for me, June 20th was never a good day. Normally I would be working, but this year the date fell on a Saturday and I didn't have to work. So I hung around the house for the most part and felt sorry for myself.

You see, June 20th was the day my sweet Jenny had stood beside me in front of the preacher and our friends and became my wife. It was the happiest day of my life and I planned on having many wonderful years with her by my side, having a family, watching them grow and growing old beside her.

But life had another design for me and only four short years later, I found myself alone again thanks to a drunk driver who after being busted for the same thing several times before, ran from the police this time because he was afraid he'd lose his driver's license. Instead, he lost control of his car and plowed into my wife's car as she was coming home from a trip to the mall. I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye - the police said she died on impact and didn't even make it to the hospital.

That was ten years ago today. As I sat in my chair, I looked up at her picture on the fireplace mantle. Still just as beautiful as ever, I still fall in love with her every time I see the picture.

I had been up to the cemetery earlier that day and spent a little time at her gravesite, taking her some roses, her favorite flower, and taking care of her site. I looked next to her at the spot that waited for me when I would be joined with her again. I longed for that day. The day that we could be together once more and this time nothing would ever separate us again.

As I sat there in my chair next to the fireplace I could feel my eyelids getting heavy. I didn't want to go to bed, though. In fact, I hated going to bed... all I would do is lie there alone and miss Jenny more, finally falling asleep and dreaming about her and remembering how good it felt to be with her. The next morning I would always wake up to more heartbreak when my dreams came to an end. I hated that damn alarm clock.

"Hi Honey, what do you think of my new dress?" a woman's voice said. I opened my eyes and I saw my Jenny standing there in front of me. She was wearing the dress she had bought the day of the accident. 

She had shown it to me before she bought it - she was worried it was too expensive. But I saw the look in her eye when she looked at it and I told her to get it. I would give that girl anything her heart desired. 

But she never got the chance to wear it. So in her memory, I had the funeral director put her in it before we buried her. Now she stood in front of me wanting to know how she looked in it!

"W-what?" I said, because basically, I couldn't think of any sensible reply at that moment!

"What do you think of my new dress? Do you like it? I bought it today... I hope you like it," she said again. "I know it is a little expensive but it looks so pretty. Isn't it pretty?" she said, turning around to show me.

I was dumbstruck. My wife, dead and buried these past ten years, was standing in front of me asking if the dress she bought today looked pretty on her!

I was actually glad that she thought she had just come from the boutique. Merciful as it was, she was not aware that she had died, so the fact I was so shocked to see her again puzzled her.

"It looks beautiful, Jenny. You always look beautiful to me," I said, trying to cover my surprise.

"Aww, you are so sweet!" she said. Jenny came closer and leaned over to kiss me. I smelled her favorite perfume, Avon's Flor Violeta. I felt her hand as she placed it over mine. And I felt her soft, warm kiss on my lips. God, I had missed that kiss so much!

I reached up, almost afraid to touch her for fear that the dream would disappear. But then I realized I was already touching her with my kiss. I felt her soft brown hair and I pulled her closer into my kiss. I devoured her, kissing her like I hadn't kissed her in years and was afraid I'd never kiss those lips again - both of which were true.

Jenny pulled away from me gasping. "Wow, Tommy! That was some kiss, sweetheart! You were always a great kisser, but what was that all about?" she asked, panting.

"I just really missed you, baby," I said.

"I guess so!" she said. Then she looked down at the bulge in my sweatpants. I always wear sweats around the house - they are comfortable and keep the chill away. And if I have to go out to the car or something, I'm not wearing pajamas out in public!

"Mmm, I guess you HAVE missed me sweetheart!" she said, looking at my lap and smiling her bright cheerful smile. "Is that for me?"

"Always, baby," I said. 

"Let's get you out of those old sweatpants then, and let's see what you have under there for me!" she said with a giggle.
Jenny reached up to pull my sweatpants down. I raised up slightly in my chair to help her.

"Oh my, Tommy! You know I have always loved your cock baby. You feel so good inside me!" she said.

Jenny knelt down between my legs. "But before that, I want a taste of that big ole' cock of yours!" she said with her trademark smile. She took hold of my cock by the base and gave the head a long slow lick. God, she felt good! She licked from base to tip all the way around my shaft making sure I was completely coated with her saliva. Then she spent a moment or two licking across the head and using the very tip of her tongue in my peehole. She ran it under the rim next. These were her special moves - moves I had come to expect and love when she and I had sex.

Then she looked up at me, her sparkling green eyes watching me for my reaction. She took me into her mouth and began sliding down my hard, eager shaft.

"Ohhh God, Jennyyy," I moaned as I felt her warm mouth hug my neglected cock. Jenny had always been very good at pleasing and pleasuring me with her mouth - I used to tell her she was a natural born cocksucker, which she took as quite a compliment. And she had never failed to bring me off whenever she wanted to. Although she didn't always finish me off with her mouth - sometimes she had other plans for the hard cock she had created in me! 

This was one of those times, too. Once she had licked and sucked me to the stiffness of a railroad spike, she stood up and with a deftness I had forgotten she had, she slipped her panties off and showed them to me with a naughty little grin. 

She dropped them on the floor then stood there for a moment, hands behind her back and twisting a bit back and forth like a little girl. She knew I liked when she acted "little girlish" - she was sooo sexy like that! 

I reached out to grab her and pulled her into my lap and she sat down straddling my legs. She leaned forward to kiss me and ground her bare pussy against my hard cock moaning into my mouth. 

"Mmm, your cock wants to play sweetheart," she whispered. She rose up on her knees and reached under her to grasp my cock and aim it at her eager pussy. She held her new dress out of the way and eased herself down onto my shaft.

"Ohhhh..." she moaned as she felt me go inside her.

Now I know this must all sound pretty bizarre and I'm not entirely sure I believe it all happened myself, but I was there, I was at least semi-awake, and I could feel everything. I felt her touch, her kiss, and the incredible warmth and tightness of my Jenny's sweet pussy. 

Jenny sank slowly down on my cock, both of us enjoying every inch of the trip. She always loved the initial opening part of sex and liked to make it last as long as she could. As for me, I enjoyed everything about it, especially making her feel good. Her moans and whimpers, her groans and gasps all made it that much better for me. Pleasing my Jenny pleased me. 

Jenny sank slowly down onto me until she was finally sitting squarely on my thighs, my hard aching cock nestled deeply inside her to the hilt. "Ohhh fuck Jenny.... your pussy feels so good wrapped around me!" I moaned. She looked at me and smiled, then began a slow, teasing grind, rolling her hips and squirming on my lap so my cock hit each of her special places just as she needed it to.

I reached up and grabbed her wonderful 36D tits, wanting to play with them and distract myself from what she was doing to my cock. I had missed this woman more than I could put into words here, and I was not in any hurry for this visit to end.

Jenny smiled at me and took my hands from her tits, moving them up to her shoulders. "Undo my top, love, and you can play with them better," she whispered lustily. I unclipped the halter top of her dress and the two front panels fell away, revealing the luscious tits with their firm hard nipples. 

I couldn't resist the temptation to taste her once again. I pulled her forward just enough to put my mouth around one tasty nipple while still being able to move in and out of her wet wanting pussy with my cock. The combination was incredible for both of us. I pumped in and out of her down below, while I feasted on a meal I had long given up on enjoying again as I nibbled and chewed on her tender tits.

Jenny moaned and tossed her head back, letting her waist-length brown hair tickle and tease my thighs as she bounced up and down on my lap. I pinched her hard nipples gently using my thumbs to rub over the little buds. Jenny's tits and nipples had always been especially sensitive and she had confessed that more than once she had cum simply by having her nipples toyed with. I never had the patience to see if it was true - always wanting to move forward with other fun activities before I could find out. But knowing how much nipple play turned her on, I never doubted it.

"Oh God, Tommy! Ohhh, baby, you feel so good inside me. I always loved your big, fat cock inside me. Fuck me, Tommy! Fuck me, hard baby! Make me cum, please! I want to cum for you!" she moaned desperately.

Jenny wasn't the only one enjoying this ghostly reunion. Somehow, in some bizarre twist of fate or whatever, I was now fucking my long-dead wife's ghostly apparition - yet it was as real and genuine as if she had just come home from the dress shop ten minutes ago!

I didn't care what or how at this point. All I knew is that I had my Jenny back. I could smell her sweet scent, I could feel her warmth and her tender touch, I could hear her moans and whimpers as I fucked her, and I could taste her sweet, sweet kiss. I had asked many, many times for just one more night - one more minute with my darling Jenny and finally, on our anniversary, my prayers had been answered.

"Tommy! Oh, Tommy darling, I'm going to cum! Please, please, make me cum, sweetheart! Please!" she cried out suddenly.  I felt a sudden rush of warmth as she let go, filling her womb with warm, sweet, pussy juice and she bucked and writhed on my lap. I held her tightly as the orgasm took command of her and marveled at the power that had control of my Jenny. 

I had seen some amazing orgasms when we had sex and sometimes it scared me how hard she could cum. More than once I thought I'd killed her! But this was strong even for that. The only thing I could think of was that she hadn't had one of these for the past ten years (even though to her she had just got home from the dress shop)  and this was her catching up. 

Jenny bucked and pitched and writhed on my lap for several seconds until at last the orgasm passed through her. She lay her head on my shoulder, facing me, with her hand on my face on the other side, softly stroking my cheek.

"Oh my God, Tommy! Ohhh, I've never had you do that before! What in the world did you do to me!" she said as she panted for breath.

"Just wanted to make you feel good, honey. Just wanted you to know I love you," I said.

Jenny sat up at that and looked at me curiously. Then she smiled and kissed me... long, deep, and passionately. She laid her head back on my shoulder wrapping her arms around my neck. I stood up and she hooked her legs around my waist to hold herself up. 
I carried her like this - reverse piggyback style - into the bedroom and put her down next to the bed. Our bed. The same bed she used to occupy with me at night. And did it ever feel good to have her back!

As I sat down, I watched Jenny get undressed. I was already undressed - I was only wearing my sweatpants and slippers and Jenny had relieved me of both already. So I could pay absolute attention to my beautiful girl as she slowly and seductively joined me in my state of undress.

Jenny had always been a beautiful woman. And as I watched her slowly reveal herself to me again, she never looked better than she did right then. Even when she finally granted me that first date she didn't look this good. Jenny and I met at a barbeque a friend was having. It was my friend's girl who pushed Jenny and me to meet. 

But Jenny wasn't interested at first. In fact, I had to work pretty hard at convincing her to give me a chance. But she did and before long, that first date had worked into going steady, then to getting engaged, and finally married. 

Once she was undressed, she climbed into bed, moving slowly and cat-like while keeping her eyes locked on me. She lay down on her back with her head on a pillow. She smiled and curled her finger at me, asking me to join her.

She didn't have to ask me twice. I got up on the foot of the bed and crawled up to her. I grabbed both her ankles and spread them apart as wide as I could reach and Jenny gasped, then giggled at my rough action. 

I got down between her spread legs and began moving up, kissing her on the inside of her thighs - first her right, then her left, moving back and forth and slowly upward with each kiss. Jenny moaned at my first kiss, knowing what I was doing and where I was headed. Once I got to about the middle of her thighs I surprised her and gave her inside thigh a little nip, causing her to gasp. The next bite on the other leg drew a groan from her.

I moved further up and I could smell the sweet musky odor that made my mouth water. I couldn't wait any longer and moved directly up until I was at her beautiful pussy. I was not unfamiliar with a woman's pussy - I'd had several girlfriends and dates that I had tasted and pleasured orally. But Jenny outshined them all by far. Her sweet peach looked, smelled, and tasted better than anything I had ever put in my mouth, sexual or otherwise. I would rather eat her than eat even the finest meal at the finest five-star restaurant. 

"OH GOD TOMMY!' she squealed when I fastened my mouth over her pussy and my tongue dove deep into her sweet syrupy hole. 
I ate her with the fierceness of a hungry lion, not holding anything back. I had been starved for this for far too long to worry about manner and etiquette - I was devouring her, ravishing her, consuming her. 

Jenny tried futilely to crawl backward to get away from me but all that happened was she got stacked up at the headboard and had no place else to go. I had her captive and it was mealtime now.

My tongue took on a mind of its own; it sought out every crack and crevice where a drop of her honey could hide. Every nook and cranny that might hold a pearl of her delicious nectar was systematically searched. A professional search and rescue team could not have been more thorough. And all the while Jenny squirmed and wriggled, twisted and writhed, moaned and whimpered under my tongue's relentless assault.

When I was satisfied that Jenny had no more juice to offer me, I moved my mouth up slightly to her swollen throbbing clit. This was her juice button - literally. I had learned that a little sucking and playing with her clit provided a sweet release of a whole new batch of flavor to her pussy. 

So I sucked the little love button into my mouth, trapping it there with my teeth as my tongue went to work, licking and laving and flicking over it. And sure enough, it didn't take long for her to refill her pussy with fresh juices.

As tempting as it would be to slip back down and lap up this fresh supply of heaven, however, I had another use for it - as a lubricant. I moved up her body until I was face to face with my beautiful wife and my cock stood at the ready to get into the game again. I reached down the take hold of my hard cock and rubbed the tip up and down her dripping slit to get it lubed up before I pointed it at her waiting hole. I gathered myself and pushed forward.

My cock sank down into her warm wet sleeve again as I watched Jenny's eyes grow wide and her mouth drop open. I loved this look on her so much. It was the look of absolute bliss. It told me she was happy and that was all I ever wanted for her. To see this look on my Jenny's face meant I had done right by her. I wish I could capture that look and hold onto it forever.

I pushed into her until I was completely inside all the way and I could feel my balls slap her ass. I knew I was as deep as I could go then, and I stayed there for a moment while I kissed my beloved once more.

I could have stayed there just like that and been perfectly happy. I was inside my Jenny and was in the perfect position to enjoy her beautiful face and sweet, sweet kisses. But I knew that she wouldn't be satisfied with that; she wanted me to get my pleasure from this reunion as well. And so after a moment of togetherness, I raised up and looking at my girl below me I pulled back until my cockhead was all that connected us still. 

Jenny nodded, confirming she was ready and I saw her clutch the sheets of our bed. This was my cue to begin. With a smile that let her know I love her and would never, ever hurt her, I thrust forward with medium force... enough to let her feel I was fucking her good, but not enough to hurt or scare her. Also starting with medium force would let her increase it as she wanted and needed it. Jenny could take a pretty hard fucking and occasionally she let my animal out to play but I wanted her to be the one to unlock the cage!

Tonight though a medium fucking would suffice so I kept going with that force. I did increase my rhythm as I settled into the action and she seemed to enjoy a little faster pistoning. I raised her legs up over her head and handed her legs to her. She held her legs wide open with her knees by her ears, giving me complete access to her pussy and ass. 

I continued pounding away at my Jenny and her moaning and whimpering got slowly louder and more urgent. She had already had one good hard orgasm and was sensitized to another so I knew it wouldn't be long before I heard her screams of passion again. But this time I wanted to join in her rapturous chorus and I worked to get me caught up. 

I didn't have to worry too much though - hearing Jenny having such a good time was more than enough to get me at peak arousal and sooner than I would have liked, I could feel the stirrings of a tremendous orgasm. My thrusts got a bit harder and a bit faster and my moans joined hers as we approached the edge of the abyss.

"I'm going to cum honey!" I told her and her subsequent moan told me she was right there with me. We walked closer to the edge together and then Almost simultaneously we both let out a great groan and came. I think I was a second faster as my first hot jet set her off as well but both of us came together our fluids mixing and swirling around in her womb before spilling out around my still pulsing cock. She clutched my neck as we exploded and held me so tight... it was so wonderful words cannot describe it. I had my Jenny back at least for a few precious moments and I was deliriously happy.

When we finally came back to earth we snuggled in bed, her back in my arms where she belonged. I was smiling so hard I was afraid it would swallow my face. We lay like that spooning and holding each other for the rest of the night. 

Then as morning approached Jenny got up and turned to me. "I have to go now, sweetheart. But don't worry. I will be back to see you every year on our anniversary. And soon enough we will be together forever. I will be waiting, my love..." and as suddenly as she appeared she was gone.

Just then my alarm clock rang and I woke to find myself hugging my pillow. 

I still hate that fucking alarm clock.


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