**PART – I**
I had just returned home from work. It was 9 and I was feeling a chill even after entering my warm house. It had been 3 years since I moved to Canada from India after losing my husband in a car accident! Now at 31, I had given up on relationships and just wished to live a monotonous life.
The neighborhood kids were screaming around in scary voices celebrating Halloween! There were many costume parties around her. But I could think of no one on this eve except my husband Andy. After all, this is also a day to remember the dead. I baked an apple pie and packed it in gelatin. I looked at myself in the mirror. My age didn’t show much. I was fair, standing tall perfectly at 5’7 with a beautiful round face. I set out towards the cemetery in my work clothes.
My husband’s ashes were submerged thousands of kilometers away in the depths of the river Ganga in India but whenever I visited this cemetery, I would feel Amar’s presence around me. I reached the gates and strolled in. It was frightening but I was undeterred. I reached a secluded spot and kneeled down.
I unwrapped the apple pie and started eating bite by bite staring into nothingness. Tears welled up in my eyes as I remembered the days spent with Andy. Somehow today, I was missing our action in bed, for no particular reason. I re-lived the moment where on the wedding night, Andy made the first big push.
I felt wet. I was surprised and embarrassed. My black one-piece dress went well below my knees. I had a coat on to save myself from the chilly winds! I finished the apple pie. Then my hands crawled inside my one-piece into my wet blue panty! “I am a crazy idiot to finger myself in the middle of the cemetery on Halloween at 10 in the night,” I said to myself but did not stop.
Suddenly I heard a gasp behind me! I stood up in a trance and looked all around. The night was silent as ever, as the cemetery was away from the populous parts of the city. I collected my belongings and sprinted towards the gate. Before I could, the leaves in the nearby bush started rustling. I was at my wits’ end! My face turned all white.
All of a sudden, a great force pushed me and I fell several feet behind on my back. My coat flung far away from me. I sprained my ankle badly. Now I was lying in the middle of the graves! I wanted to scream but my voice had disappeared! I felt a pull in my dress and in one go my entire one-piece was pulled and separated from my body.
I attempted to get up and run but in the process twisted my other ankle and fell again with a thud. I was shivering due to cold and fear. I was lying among the graves in just a black bra and blue panty. The cold made my nipples erect and they started to ache against the bra material! I was lying down just praying to God when I felt a blow of hot air on my ankles. I rose my head to see but no one was in sight.
Yet another blow of hot air this time on my knees. I started crying bitterly. I was too stunned to even crawl out of there. Then came the stuporous moment when I felt a hot gush of air on my crotch! I immediately closed my legs but an invisible force seemed to hold them apart. I was just thinking this to be a dream and pinched herself so much that my arms began to bleed!
I was scared to death! The hot blowing air could now be felt on my face! It was the feeling of human blowing air from his/her mouth. I felt someone touch my bleeding arm but still, no one was around me. The hot air was now onto my ears.
“Please don’t hurt my wife!” I felt I heard a whisper.
ANDY! I was stunned beyond belief!
I quickly sat up to look around. I was calling out Amar’s name. “Andy!! ANDY! Is that you?” I was no longer afraid of the dark or the cemetery! “Ssshhh! Just relax and lie down quietly!” I smiled and lied down. While doing so, I unclasped my bra and threw it aside. I was lying almost naked on the cold grass between graves waiting for my deceased lover to make love to me!
*****To be continued*****
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/o04ynn/a_night_of_horror_and_pleasure