Why, dear god, did this happen? I loved her. She was all I ever wanted in life.

To be taken at such a young age is a disaster; it's cruel. That damn drunk driver, if he were alive, I would kill him. 

I go to work each day at my art gallery, where I try to sell works of  art. 

The one piece I would never sell is the painting of my late wife. 

I spend hours just looking at it and wanting her to be here.

I was getting nothing done at work, so I decided to take that painting home. The last thing I needed was to lose my job. 

I hung up that painting of her in my bedroom so I could go to sleep at night looking at her just like I did when she was alive.

I would look at it and remember those times we had together.

The first time we made love. How she held me and kissed me.

I was her first as she was a virgin.

Three months after that, I got down on my knees and asked her to be my wife. That was the happiest day in my life when she said yes.

Oh, how I miss her. My heart has a hole in it that can never be repaired.

I remember how we talked about what would happen if one of us had something happen to us, and whether we would remarry or have a boyfriend. girlfriend.

She always told me to move on in my life. To remember her with joy, but don't lose the joy in my life.

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Three months after her passing, I made a date with a woman I met at work. I had to try.

I took Amy out to eat and to a movie. She is a very beautiful woman. She wore a low-cut dress that accentuated her figure nicely. We had a nice time, and she thanked me for the date. There was no spark, no nothing. 

The only thing that happened was it made me want my late wife back. I missed her, I missed the sex.

That night, as I looked at Bree's picture on my wall, for the first time in a long time, I got hard.

Maybe it was because I was looking at Amy's body all night, or perhaps I was just plain horny. 

Whatever the reason was, I decided to jerk off.

At first, I thought about Amy and how she would be fun to fuck. Then my mind wandered to Bree.

I got up and went to the drawer, and in there I had a couple of nude pics of Bree. I looked at her perfect body. Blonde hair, shaved pussy, perfect tits, and ass. Her legs were to die for.

I put them beside me and looked at them and jacked off.

I didn't last two minutes before I came.

I got up and put them away, and I swear the picture on the wall of Bree winked at me and smiled.

Shit, now I am going crazy among my other problems. I am seeing Bree wink at me in a painting.

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The next day, I went to see a shrink.

He provided several reasons for my problems and assured me that they would pass in time. Grieving involves many steps, and it mostly takes time, he said. 

That night, after I had eaten and sat on my bed and just stared into my painting, hoping to see a wink or anything.

I fell asleep at the end of my bed, and when I woke up, I went to the bathroom. 

As I was using the bathroom, I noticed the light from it shining on the painting.

This time, I swear, Bree winked and smiled at me. 

I am fucking crazy. I need to be locked up.

I needed to move the painting.

I wanted nothing more in my life than to have my Bree back in it, but not at the expense of my sanity.

The next morning, as I was shaving, I kept looking in my mirror, and I could see the painting. I cut myself three times, looking back at it. 

After shaving, I got out my tools to remove the painting.

I was just about to take it off the wall when I heard, "Don't move me; I like it here."

This time, I was sure Bree was smiling at me. The fucking painting is smiling at me? Fuck me, I am crazy. Shit, now what do I do?

I ran out of the bedroom to my kitchen and sat down. I was shaking like a leaf.

I did my best to think rationally. I know what I saw. Was the painting somehow alive? Was Bree trapped in the painting?

This sounded like some crazy horror movie, but it was real and happening to me.

I sat there for at least two hours, lost in thought.

I had to go back to my bedroom. Man up, I thought.

The painting was still there, and Bree's smile was gone. The painting was just as I had painted it all those years ago.

I got dressed and went to my local sports bar to watch football and get drunk. 

I drank way too much and had to take an Uber home.

I was so bombed out that I asked the young female Uber driver in for a drink. She was a babe, and to my shock, she said yes.

I made her comfortable. Then I said, "Thank you for coming into my house and driving me home. You sure are one beautiful woman."

She blushed and said, "Thank you. Mr. Lawson."

I asked, "How did you know my name? And what is your name?"

She said, "I am Jenna. I know your name because it was on your charge card."

I replied, "What an idiot I am. I should have known that, and please call me David. I am surprised you accepted my invitation to come into my house."

Jenna said, "Joe the bartender asked me to take you to your house. He was worried as he had never seen you drink that much. He also paid me fifty bucks, saying you were a good friend. He also told me about what happened to your wife, and he said you were harmless. You are harmless, aren't you?"

I laughed and said, "Yes, I am harmless. I am just drunk, that's all. Even if I were not harmless, I doubt you would be interested, let alone me getting it up. Ever since my wife passed, that has been a problem. May I offer you something to drink?"

Jenna replied, "Sure, I will take a Coke if you have one."

I got up, wobbled to my refrigerator, and grabbed two Cokes.

I handed Jenna a Coke and said, "I don't care if he paid you; this was a nice thing to do for me, and I thank you."

Jenna said, "You're welcome, and why do you think I would have no interest in you? You are handsome, and I assume sane when not drunk, and Joe told me what a great guy you are."

I was not sure if I heard her correctly and asked, "Did I hear you right that you might have some interest in me?"

She nodded her head and said, "I tell you what, you get sober and ask me out somewhere, and I will go. For now, you are okay here at home, and I need to go. Why don't you get some sleep and call me sometime tomorrow?"

I walked her out to the door, and as she walked away, I yelled out, “Thank you again, sweet lady."

I went to my room, stared at the painting, and wondered what Bree would think.

I had thoughts of what it would be like to fuck Jenna and got a hard-on. 

I went to my drawer and put the nude pictures of Bree on my bed and pulled out my cock and began to masturbate, looking at the painting, then looking down at the nude pics.

I had not been this hard forever. 

I stroked my cock faster, wanting to cum, when suddenly I felt a feeling I had never felt before. It was like someone was holding me. No, it was like someone was inside me helping me jack off.

I turned back and looked in my mirror, and there it was. 

It was Bree, but not Bree. It looked like her, but it was all white like smoke and moving through me and the room.

Then I damn near crapped my pants when I heard, "David, it's okay. I want you to cum. Do it like you used to when I was alive."

I felt something pulling on my cock, jerking me off. I was scared shitless, but I was somehow enjoying this.

The ghost or whatever it was sure knew how to masturbate a man.

The ghost of Bree went down on its knees, at least I think it had knees, and I watched it consume my cock into its mouth.

I looked up at the painting, and Bree was no longer in it. It was just black.

I could not hold it any longer and shot a load of cum onto my floor. I looked up, and Bree was right back in the painting, just like she always was.

I jumped into bed and was happy I came but at the same time was scared to death.

I had a restless night's sleep. I kept waking up to look at the painting and thought maybe what happened did not happen, and I was just drunk and had masturbated. 

The next day, I did not know what to do. Seeing shrinks has not helped me. I just had to try and move on in my life like Bree always told me to do.

I called Jenna and asked her out for dinner, and we set up a date for the following Saturday.

The dinner was great, and we had a good time. I found out a lot about her. She was in her last year of college and wanted to become a schoolteacher. She worked at Uber, as it let her set her own hours. She was interning at a local elementary school. She also disliked guys her own age and preferred guys like me. She called guys her age "boys" and men my age "men."

This was the best I have felt since my loss. For one night, I did not think of Bree the entire time I was with Jenna.

After dinner, I drove her home, walked her to her door, and stuck out my hand to shake hers, and she said, "Nope. This is how I say good night." Then she kissed me.

It was magical for me. Her lips, her tongue dancing with mine. I was in heaven.  

I even felt my cock grow as we kissed.

After we kissed, I set up another date for the following Friday night.

When I got home, all I could think about was Jenna and how I would love to make love to her.

I went to my bedroom and looked at the picture of Bree. Everything seemed like it should be.

I jumped into bed and began to masturbate to the thought of having sex with Jenna.

Then it happened again.

Bree was there, but not there. She was a ghost.

Bree's ghost wrapped its hand around my cock, and it began sucking on it.

I put my hands on my side, and the feeling of having my cock sucked was happening.

I only lasted a minute or two before I shot a load of cum right through the ghost and onto my belly.

Bree’s ghost hovered over me for a minute and said, “Help me. Release me. Please."

I watched as Bree returned to the painting.

Okay, this time I was not drunk, and I know what happened. But how could it?

I know what Bree said, but how do I release her? I was so confused, but the one thing I did know was that her ghost appeared before me, and I had no idea what to do.

The next week Bree's ghost remained silent, but something was pulling me to stare at the painting.

I tried to put it out of my mind and focus on my relationship with Jenna.

Friday came, and this time Jenna wanted to go bowling and grab a hamburger somewhere.  

This really surprised me. A woman who likes bowling and hamburgers? She must be from heaven, since she loves two of my favorite things to do.

We had a blast bowling, and she's really good at it. She was so good that she kicked my ass in two of the three games we played.

We grabbed a burger at one of my favorite burger joints.

I was driving her home after the date when she asked, "Would you like to come inside my place when we get there?"

She didn't have to ask me twice. I replied, "I would love to." 

We sat down on her couch, and she asked me if I wanted something to drink. She got up and brought us each a Coke.

We talked for over an hour on many subjects, and then she finally asked me about Bree and what happened.

I said, "I loved her with all of my heart, and that night when a drunk driver killed her, my heart died. That weekend was supposed to be our fifth wedding anniversary."

I began to tear up, and Jenna moved over and hugged me. She wiped tears from my face, and we both just looked at each other.

It was the look that Bree had when she looked at me.

I leaned in and kissed her. 

Her embrace of me and her kissing me made me hard. I did not want to ruin this by moving too fast.

I realized I had developed feelings for her and wanted more than just a friendship.

We kept kissing until she pulled back and said, "I don't know if you want this, but I want you, and I want you now."

She took my hand and led me to her bedroom, sat down on her bed, and said, "Sit here."

I sat beside her, and we began kissing again, and she took my hand and put it on her breast.

I ran my hand underneath her bra and felt her boobs. They were perfect, just like Bree's. 

I stopped kissing her and got up and took off her shirt and bra and started sucking on her nipples.

I put my hand down her pants, finding her soaking wet pussy.

I ran my finger around her clit while I sucked on her boobs.

Jenna began moaning, then stood up and said, "Take me now, David."

I slid her jeans down and exposed her perfectly shaved pussy, just like Bree's.

I dropped down and just had to taste her. I ran my tongue all around her pussy, and her scent was driving me crazy.

She held my head down so I could continue to eat her. She was as hot as hell, and her juices were flowing down my face.

She pulled back and said, "Take those pants off and fuck me."  

I took off my pants and jumped into bed. I crawled up to her, stopping at her pussy so that I could have some more of her sweet nectar.

She began grinding on my face as I fingered her pussy and ate it.

She grabbed my hair and pulled me up so I could slide my cock into her hot pussy. 

Oh, how I missed this feeling. Fuck, her pussy was perfect.

I slowly went in and out of her as we kissed.  

Jenna held me so tight as we fucked. It was like she never wanted me to stop.

Jenna said, "Do me doggie; I love that."

She rolled over and put her perfect ass in the air so I could slide my cock right down in her.

Shit, this even feels better. I loved looking at her ass as I pumped her pussy. Her back had cute freckles all over it. I love that.

Jenna moaned, then said, "Fill me up with your cum. Do it, David. I want it."

That was all I could take, and I shot my cum into her pussy.

Jenna rolled over and said, "Let's do that often. As much as you want to. I loved it."

I spent the night with her, and in the morning, I woke up to the smell of coffee and Jenna standing over me naked with a cup of coffee.

She smiled and said, "Wanna have a morning quickie?"

I took a sip of my coffee, put it down, grabbed Jenna, and pulled her into bed.

It was like a rerun of the night before. Except this time, she mounted me. 

I loved seeing her body in the morning light with the sun glowing off her tits.

She bounced up and down on me, and I watched as my cock slid in and out of her pussy.

It was almost like her pussy was grabbing my cock with each and every stroke.

With one final push, I explode a load of cum into her.

She rested on me and kissed me and then asked, "Want some breakfast?"

I got up and dressed as she cooked breakfast.

We had our breakfast, and she asked me, "Have any plans today?"

I said, "I just need to go home and change clothes. What did you have in mind?"

Jenna replied, "How about a picnic? While you go home and change clothes, I will pack up some food, and then we can go."

I said, "Sounds perfect; be back in about two hours, okay?"  

She nodded her head.

All the way home, all I could think about was how meeting Jenna may have saved my sanity and me.

When I got there, I sat in front of the painting and talked to it. I told Bree in the painting about what had happened with Jenna and me.

I needed to clean up and go back to Jenna for our picnic. I took a shower and put on fresh clothes. 

As I left, I blew a kiss at the painting, hoping that Bree's ghost was okay with everything.

On my way back, I thought about what I should tell Jenna about the painting or if I should never say a word about it.

To be continued.