Ghost With a Deadly Bite

by double_entendre

Caution: This Horror Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Rape, Horror, Cheating, .

Desc: Horror Story: A very unique story about cheating, betrayal and revenge set to a Halloween theme. This is a story I wrote a while ago, but for some reason never got around to posting it here.

Ronald sat in a secluded corner table of a local coffee shop sipping on lattes and pondering how his life suddenly became such a fucked up mess. Just a few short weeks ago he was happily married. Ok, maybe happily was a bit of a stretch, but at the very least he was content. He and his wife Sharon appeared to have a pretty decent marriage; despite the fact that their sex life wasn't anywhere near what it had been when they first got together. He had to admit that Sharon's so called "headaches" seemed to be occurring far too frequently for his taste. Staring at the contents of the envelope from his private investigator told the story why he was so upset.

Ronald had met Sharon at of all places at a Halloween party hosted by one of their college fraternities. Having never cared much for Halloween, or parties in general for that matter, he was reluctant to even go, but one of his buddies managed to convince him that there would be a smorgasbord of hot horny coeds in attendance that evening all searching for someone to hook-up with. Being bored and lonely he finally decided to feign a cheesy mustache and cheap sombrero and go as Juan Valdez, since he always loved coffee.

Sharon showed up dressed as a sexy cat woman, and as the evening progressed, she managed to lap her way through several bowls of beer, while drunkenly trying to remain in character. It was when one of her bowls accidently spilled all over him that the pair finally came to meet. To Ronald it was lust at first site; as he leered indiscreetly at her near perfect form snuggly fitted into a provocative black latex suit that seemed to sculpt her body like an artist had designed the garment specifically with her framework in mind.

"Oh my God I am so sorry," Her voice slurred as she feebly tried to extract the stain from his shirt with a tiny cocktail napkin.

"Do ... Don't worry about it, He stuttered. "The shirt can be washed," He said while staring helplessly into her deep blue eyes.

"Hi, I'm Sharon Hearting, and usually I am not this clumsy," She said reaching for his hand.

"Hello my name is Ronald Morrison, and generally I am this clumsy," he replied evoking the laugh from her that he was hoping for.

"So Ronald, are you a student here," She asked?

"Yeah, I am in my final year as a graduate student majoring in engineering. I will have my Master's degree by the end of the spring semester. I've always had a real knack for designing and figuring out how things work, and I have already received a few major job offers," He boasted a bit too enthusiastically.

"That's cool. I just entered my sophomore year as an undergrad, and still haven't declared a major yet. I am just not sure what to do with my life yet," She admitted.

The pair continued to chat for several minutes, until Sharon's attention was pulled away by one of her friends. To Ronald's surprise she reached into her purse and wrote her number down on a napkin, handing it to him before she left. This was definitely the best party Ronald had ever attended, beer stain and all.

It took every bit of courage he could muster to call her up a few days later and request a date. Ronald was surprised that she had actually remembered him, with as drunk as she seemed to be that night, and even more stunned when she agreed to accept his invitation. The two seemed like an unlikely pair, but he was smitten, and she knew just what to do to maintain his interest. The couple dated throughout the remainder of his senior year at college, and near the end she started dropping hints about marriage. Although not truly ready to take the plunge, he sure as hell didn't want to lose what he had come to consider as the best thing that ever happened to him, so without too much prodding he eventually took the initiative and ended up kneeling before her ring in hand.

Although his parents were not exactly happy with his decision to wed, it is hard to sway a young horny man away from a nightly supply of pussy, especially when it is attached to a voluptuous body like hers. Sharon's parents were more enthusiastic about their upcoming nuptials; though looking back it was probably due more toward Ronald's earning potential than anything else. Like a fool he ignored his parent's advice about getting a prenuptial agreement feeling that by requesting one would be the same as saying that he didn't have any faith in the future of his upcoming marriage.

The ceremony went off with only the mildest of hitches, and the honeymoon was everything he ever dreamed it could be. The pair settled into a midsized apartment for a few years letting their credit and finances build as they looked forward to eventually owning their first home. Sharon quit school, as she really wasn't making much progress with it anyway, and decided to become a stay at home housewife. Ronald had mixed feeling about her doing so, as he felt that a person should strive to be a productive member of society. On the other hand, he figured that maybe if his wife was stuck at home with little to do for a while she might change her mind about not wanting to have children. As his career advanced, Ronald and Sharon eventually moved from their rented apartment into the house they always dreamed of.

As the years passed Ronald's hard work and dedication began to pay off for the couple, as a few of his patents began to earn substantial profits. Try as he might, he was unable to convince his wife, who seemed to do very little with her day, to start a family. Their difference of opinion on the subject led to many arguments over the years, resulting in the couple donning separate beds at various times throughout their marriage. Ronald reluctantly agreed to drop the idea of proclamation in favor of the return of a warm pussy to share his bed.

The couple went on seeming content in their life together, until Sharon began to display certain changes in her character resulting primarily in the noticeable decline of their love life. When asked about it, his wife feigned being tired, and just not in the mood for sex. Knowing that she has always had a high sex drive, Ronald decided that a little discrete investigation might just be in order.

Jake Natter had been a friend of Ronald's for several years. After a stint overseas in the army, he came back to the states and opened a private investigation agency. His business was doing ok, but nothing substantial.

"Jake Natter Investigations, what can I do for you," Jake asked into the phone?

"Hello Jake, this is Ronald," He said.

"Ronald my man, you didn't show up on my caller ID. Did you get a new phone number or something," He asked?

"Not really, I am calling from a track phone," Ronald replied.

"Oh, so I take it this is not a social call," Jake asked?

"I am afraid not, good buddy. Is this line secure," Ron asked?

"As secure as it gets. I check for bugs every morning, and I am not recording this call. What's on your mind Ron," He asked.

"I think that Sharon might be having an affair. I want you to find out for sure," Ronald told him.

"Ouch man, that's rough. I'm sure that I can help you out, but what's with the cloak and dagger. Why not just call me on a regular phone," He asked?

"Jake, I want this kept as low keyed as possible. I need you to personally handle this investigation. I don't want you to use any assistants, witnesses or leave a paper trail. This is strictly a cash and carry operation, no taxes on this one," Ronald explained.

"I don't like the sound of this Ron, what are you planning to do," Jake asked?

"That depends on what you find out. Regardless of if you decide to take this case or not, officially we never had this conversation," He said.

"You do realize that we live in a no fault state, and whether she is having an affair or not, it won't matter in court. You will still have to divide your assets equally," Jake reminded him.

"That is why I may have to take this thing in another direction," Ron told him.

"Look man, I will take the case, but I want you to promise me that you won't get caught doing anything stupid," Jake said.

"I might be many things Jake, but stupid is not one of them," He replied.

"I will need at least $300 per day plus expenses," Jake told him.

"You will get $500 a day plus expenses, but for that I want all of the copies of everything pertaining to this case. When you hand me the final paperwork I need it to be as if you never launched an investigation. I don't want a single paper trail left for someone else to find, is that clear," Ron asked?

"I understand," Jake said agreeing to Ronald's terms.

At home Ronald tried to act as normal as possible. He kept his routine as it had always been, allowing Sharon her "alone" time as he went off and did his own thing. It took less than a week for Jake to confirm Ron's suspicions that Sharon was stepping out on him.

"Ron man, I sorry to say that you were right Sharon is definitely having an affair." Jake told him.

"I figured she was, but I was sure hoping I was wrong. Do you know anything about the Guy she is sleeping with," Ronald asked?

"Yeah, his name is Larry Denton and he works as an insurance salesman. It seems he met your wife at a bar on Kings Street. They meet several different places, but I am sorry to say that they have been together in your home," Jake informed him.

"Have they done it in our bed," Ron asked?

"I am afraid they have," He said.

"I see," He replied seething with anger.

"Ron, I am sorry to have to tell you this man, but I have her on tape admitting that the only reason she married you was because of your earning potential. She saw a meal ticket and latched onto it," He said.

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