Her adulterous neighbor

Stacy's head was turned toward the obnoxious voice she recognized from Clive Burnett. She remembered their conversation this morning and dreaded the implication of his words. Jezebel also remembered, but she felt overjoyed by their serendipitous timing. "The wife is off running errands for a few hours. Care to come in for a friendly visit?"

"I really shouldn't, Clive. What would Barbara say?" Protested Stacy, even as her heels carried her towards his property. "I don't have time to WAIT ANY LONGER!" The desperation of Stacy's pleading was easily manipulated into arousal by the possessed outfit. Clive naturally only listened to that part of her speech, and he rose from his lawn chair to meet her at the fence.

"I'm excited to see you've turned around about this. I guarantee you won't regret it." He opened the white picket gate and offered her his arm, like a true gentleman. Stacy groaned at his pretend chivalry, but Jezebel gratefully accepted, taking the opportunity to place his strong arm snuggly between her tits as she clung to his side like a happy mistress.

"We'll see how regretful I feel after you've performed, big boy." Stacy's hot breath tingled his ear, while she was met with a noseful of cheap cologne. She wished she could gag, but that seemed like something Jezebel didn't do...ever. Clive looked at the dressed up slut on his arm, bushy eyebrows raising in suspicion. Stacy suddenly felt hope that he realized something was up.

"Ms. Dennings," he began slowly, as the final few pieces seemed to fall into place. Please, Stacy begged internally, Help me! "When did you get so flirty?" His grin could no long be contained as he saw no sign of this rendezvous being cut short by cold feet. Stacy would have screamed if her top would give her a chance. Instead, she only laughed at his oblivious compliment like a ditz.

"The fun hasn't even start yet, Tiger. Let's get into your house and out of these clothes." Clive took the hint and the duo's pace quickened as Stacy's hands were slid along his flexing forearm and toned chest. The interior of the Burnett residence was almost identical to the Denning's, barring a few decorative differences. She didn't get time to critique their style before she was carried up the stairs. Stacy couldn't be sure what was the ghost's influence and what was the man's strong grip. They reached the master bedroom, and Stacy filled with guilt at what she would be **** to do in another woman's bed. Barbara Burnett was one of the nicest people in the community and didn't deserve a slime ball like Clive, but she was too **** for the life of a content housewife to risk losing what she had.

Clive sat himself on the foot of their large bed, kicking off his shoes and loosening a few shirt buttons, no doubt an attempt at seduction. Jezebel took this as her cue to join in, and Stacy's imprisoned legs strutted her playfully towards him. Her arms were lifted to his collar, and Stacy felt the pulling sensation on her fingers. Jezebel needed Stacy's help with the fine motor skills, as the phantom did not have enough influence to accurately unbutton his shirt.