My wife is ice-cold

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It was a Friday morning, and everything was the same as usual. My wife
and I woke up and prepared for the day's work. My wife, Pamei, is 42 years old. As she sat on the edge of the bed putting on makeup, I felt she looked particularly mature and sexy that day. She was wearing a gray blended women's suit, the skirt just reaching her knees, paired perfectly with light brown stockings and a dark shirt. Looking at her, I couldn't help but feel a surge of passion and wanted to ask her if we could have a "lightning-fast" sexual encounter, but I knew she wouldn't agree. Her work was too demanding, and it wouldn't be good for her health. Since she was promoted to branch manager of a bank two years ago, her workload had been immense: she spent about 45 minutes commuting to work every day. Pamei had been having heart problems lately, and although she had undergone several medications, the effects were minimal.
Due to the pressure from work and her boss, we had hardly had any sex life for the past two years. She was almost always exhausted and uninterested when she came home. However, in other respects, she was a very good wife. I didn't want to betray her, so I had to find my own way to release my pent-up desires. (Note by aconly2000: This couple didn't have children; I wonder if it was due to excessive work pressure.) We kissed goodbye and then went about our work. I'll be home a little late today because I have to fix a computer that's been broken since yesterday.
At 7 PM, I got home from work. I thought to myself, "Pamei is probably cooking in the kitchen." To my surprise, the lights were on, and she wasn't in the kitchen. I called her name, but she didn't answer. There was no one in the bedroom either. I searched anxiously and finally found her in the bathroom. Pamei was sitting on the toilet, her underwear pulled down to her calves, hunched over, her head limply tilted to one side. Her hands hung limply on the floor, resting on her thighs. I looked at her face; her eyes were staring at me blankly. I touched her cheek; it was already cold. Oh God, what should I do?
Call 911 now? No use. Since things are like this, I can't save her life, and neither can anyone else. At that moment, a thought suddenly popped into my head: I'd always fantasized about making love to her after she died, even though it was a rather unrealistic fantasy. I was seven years older than her; she might have lived longer than me. She knew about my thoughts, but didn't seem to mind: she thought I was just saying it casually. But now the opportunity had come, how could I leave her beautiful body unattended?
I helped Pami sit up, letting her lean against the toilet seat, her legs slightly parted. I tore off some toilet paper and cleaned her genitals and anus, then used a towel soaked in hot water to wash her buttocks. After finishing, I picked Pami up and placed her on the double bed in the bedroom. Then I went back to the bathroom to do some cleaning, and returned to the bedside. Looking at her face, I couldn't help but shed tears; but my masculinity reminded me that I should give her more comfort. I kissed her cold lips, then pulled her underwear down her legs and smelled it. Her scent still lingered on it. I pulled off her skirt, gazing at her private parts hidden by the dense thicket of hair, then spread her thighs, fully exposing her vulva. I unbuttoned her blouse, removed her shirt and vest, then leaned back and embraced her, unhooking her bra and pulling it down from her full breasts.
I laid Pami flat on the bed, placing a pillow behind her head, and began kissing her lips and breasts. I gently sucked on her nipples, first the left, then the right; then I focused my attention on her vulva. I parted her labia and began licking the beautiful cleft with my tongue. I tasted a slightly fishy flavor, like tuna. This taste aroused me, and I sucked passionately. After a while, I felt it was much wetter, so I inserted my fingers, moving them in and out. My lust, like my penis, swelled every moment, eager to be unleashed. I straddled Pami, inserting my penis into the entrance of her beautiful body, little by little, until it was fully inside. The feeling was so pleasurable, something I'd never experienced before when making love with her.
I kissed her cool lips, stared into her vacant, sapphire-blue eyes, arched my hips, and began to gently thrust back and forth on her now-cooled body. It lasted longer than any time before. Her nipples trembled rhythmically. I stroked her breasts and thighs with my right hand, while my left hand held her for balance. My penis and testicles began to burn, an indescribable pleasure surging within me. The tense yet exciting climax finally arrived. I couldn't control myself any longer; my hot semen gushed from my body, pouring deep into her. Her body seemed to drain me dry; I simply couldn't stop. Finally, I collapsed, exhausted, against her. I kissed her cheek, feeling that ecstatic moment forever etched in my mind.
After regaining consciousness, I withdrew my penis from her body. My semen seeped out, flowing into the crevice between her buttocks. I tried inserting my fingers into her genitals again, and touched her thighs encased in stockings. Suddenly, another thought occurred to me: what if I did it to her from behind? She had never let me do this before, not even on our wedding night. Now the opportunity had arrived. I turned her body over and spread her legs to either side of the bed. Her anus seemed to need lubrication, so I used my fingers to scoop out some fluid from her vagina and thoroughly cleaned her rear. I began to penetrate her. It was tight at first, but with a little pressure, I gradually inserted my penis into her rectum. I held her tightly and stroked her breasts back and forth. In this way, I experienced the feeling of passion once again. Afterward,
I sat on the edge of the bed and thought for a moment, deciding to clean up Pami's body before disturbing anyone. I removed her underwear, took off her high heels and stockings, then hung her outer clothes in the closet and threw her underwear into the washing machine. Then I took off her watch, earrings, and necklace with the cross, and placed them on the bedside table. I went to the bathroom and filled the bathtub a third full with warm water, then returned to the bedroom and lifted her from the bed into the tub. I held her head, used a soft cloth to remove her makeup, and then filled her feminine washbasin to clean her pelvis and anus. I spread a large beach towel on the floor, lifted her out, and placed her on it to dry off, then had her sit on the toilet to expel any remaining moisture from her body.
Afterward, I returned to the bedroom, took out a pair of beige panties and a pair of beige cotton socks from her underwear drawer, and a flannel robe from the wardrobe. I carried Pamei back to the bedroom and laid her on the pillow. Now I had a plan: tonight I would sleep with her naked corpse, dress her tomorrow morning, and then call the police. So, I lay down next to her, held her close, covered us both with the blanket, and soon fell asleep.
The next morning at 7:30, I was awakened by an alarm clock. I dressed Pamie and then put shorts, socks, and pajamas on her. I noticed her body was already stiff. I then called 911 and told them I had found my wife dead in her sleep. A police officer arrived shortly after, and I told him the story I had prepared beforehand. Just as he called the medical examiner, the ambulance arrived first. After the paramedics determined that Pamie's life could not be saved, they took me to the next room to ask me more questions. The medical examiner spoke with me after examining the body. Based on her history of heart disease, the medical examiner determined she died of a myocardial infarction and asked which funeral home I wanted to take her to.
With my permission, Kee from Blackwild Funeral Homes arrived in a hearse. He spoke briefly with the medical examiner and then pushed the trolley into the bedroom; a few minutes later, Pamie's body was brought out, covered with a white sheet. After the body was loaded into the hearse, he asked if I wanted Pamie embalmed and if I wanted to prepare a farewell ceremony. I agreed; then he told me to bring the burial clothes and decorations to the funeral home at 5 p.m., and then we would discuss the specific funeral arrangements.
I watched as Keeke drove the hearse carrying the body away, and the police and paramedics drove back. I went back to my room and chose a final outfit for Pamei. I opened the closet and found her favorite sky-blue dress and a pair of French-style black lace-trimmed shorts. I found a new pair of silk stockings, their color shimmering like golden sand under the sun. Which bra should I choose? I finally chose a lace mesh bra with a delicate pattern and beautiful openwork design. Finally, her favorite black high heels. I found some plastic bags, packed everything up, and then spent almost half a day calling relatives. Twenty minutes to five, I headed to the funeral home with my belongings.
I arrived there at almost five, and Keeke was waiting for me at the door. He took the clothes I handed him and put them in another room, then led me into his office. I told him I wanted to take the body home for the farewell ceremony until the funeral, and that it was Pamei's own wish. Keeke thought it was a little strange to do this now, but there was nothing wrong with it. He told me that after styling and applying makeup for Pami the next day, they could move the coffin home. I gave him a photo of Pami's favorite hairstyle and makeup. We decided to hold the farewell ceremony on Sunday afternoon from 4 pm to 8 pm, and the funeral on Monday morning at 11 am at our usual church.
I told Kik I really wanted to see Pami one last time, so he led me to the operating room. Pami was lying on a stainless steel table, a white sheet covering her chest. Her hair, freshly washed and still damp, was disheveled around her head. Just then, the office phone rang. Taking advantage of Kik's absence, I moved closer to Pami and lifted the sheet. Her skin was slightly bluish, and there was a suture from the embalming procedure on her lower abdomen. I then examined Pami's neck and found a small incision from the artery embalming. I heard Kik come over after finishing the call, so I quickly covered the body again and went out to meet him. Afterward, I drove home.
When I got home, I cleaned up the side of the living room near the window to make room for the coffin. A while later, friends and neighbors came to visit with food. They didn't leave until almost midnight. I went to bed alone; the house felt empty without Pamei. I started to worry that Keeke might take advantage of Pamei that night. A beautiful woman like her, 5 feet 10 inches tall (about 1.78 meters) and weighing 130 pounds (about 59 kilograms), it would be hard for Keeke not to be tempted when handling her body. Lost in thought, I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up around 8 a.m. on Sunday, took a shower, ate something, and then cleaned the house until Keeke called at 11 a.m. He said he could bring the body over now, and about 30 minutes later, he drove up, unpacked the coffin, and placed it in the center of the living room near the sunny window. Pamei loved to sit by the sunny window gazing at the distant river, so this was the perfect spot for her. Kik then opened the top half of the coffin, revealing Pamei's body before me. She remained beautiful even in death; Kik's hairstyle and makeup were exactly as I had in the photograph I'd given her. I felt as if she were peacefully asleep, as if the slightest disturbance could wake her, though such a thing would never happen. I thanked Kik, who told me he would return at 3 p.m., and then left.
Although the farewell ceremony was scheduled to begin at 4 p.m., many relatives and friends had already arrived. Many men showed surprisingly emotional expressions upon seeing my wife's body: it was quite amusing. People lined up to pay their respects to Pamei, and at 8 p.m., one of her former lovers arrived. What would he think when he saw Pamei without me present? The farewell ceremony was still ongoing at 9 p.m. My relatives urged me not to stay alone, but I declined their offer, telling them I was fine on my own. Finally, everyone went home. As Kik was leaving, he tried to close the coffin lid, but I stopped him. He gave me a sly smile, said "Goodnight," and left. He wouldn't come back until 9 a.m. the next morning.
I locked the door. Back in the house, I opened the lower half of the coffin lid and gazed at Pamei's body. Her dress was just knee-length, revealing her long, slender legs and high heels. This was probably my last chance to love her, I thought, as I took out my camera, set it up on a tripod, and turned it on; then I recorded her final allure with 35mm film. I lifted her skirt, revealing her black lace panties and her beautiful legs encased in stockings. I removed the panties and placed them on a chair; then I spread her legs apart, the lush pubic hair exposed to the lens without any concealment. After taking several photos, I removed her hands from her chest, letting them hang at her sides; then I took off her dress and vest, draping them over the chair. Her breasts, accentuated by her bra, looked even more alluring. I couldn't help but lift her body, unhooking the bra from behind and removing it. Aside from the incision on her lower abdomen, her body was unharmed. I kissed her cold lips gently, careful not to ruin her makeup; then I took her favorite perfume and sprayed it on her arms, legs, abdomen, and neck.
The fragrance stirred my emotions. I set up a ladder, climbed into Pamei's coffin, and began gently massaging her already stiff vulva with my fingers. It seemed it needed more lubrication, so I lowered my head and licked it back and forth with my tongue. My penis grew thicker at the same time, and the head was slightly wet. After alternating between my tongue and fingers for a while, I felt ready to continue, so I straddled her again, lowered my hips, and with a final, powerful thrust, plunged my penis deep into her body. To my lifelong regret, Pamei never experienced such exquisite pleasure in her lifetime. As my body rose and fell rhythmically, my eyes were fixed on her face, my hands stroking her nipples and thighs. I pressed my lips to her breasts, kissing and sucking incessantly, and before I knew it, I had reached orgasm. I could no longer hold back and ejaculated deep inside her. Afterward, I continued thrusting until I could no longer continue. Exhausted, I rested my head on her shoulder, my penis still throbbing there, but my consciousness gradually faded.
When I awoke, I managed to orient myself in the room and realized I hadn't overslept: it was still dark outside. I sat up and looked at Pamei's peaceful, sleeping face with boundless tenderness, softly saying to her, "My dear, I hope you feel the same pleasure as I do right now. I love you." Of course, she could never answer me, which saddened me. I withdrew from her, took her cold hand, and placed it on my penis. Then I placed her hand back down and climbed out of the coffin. I checked my watch; it was around 6 a.m. I needed to hurry. After taking the last few photos, I cleaned her lower body with a towel, dressed her again, and arranged everything neatly inside the coffin. I packed up my photography equipment and returned to Pamei's altar. I clasped her hands back over my chest, bent down, and gave her a final kiss. I knew this was truly the last time. I closed the lower half of the coffin so that people wouldn't know what had happened when they came, except for Kik. Afterward, I took a shower, shaved, and soon relatives and friends arrived with food and ate breakfast with me.
Kik arrived at 9 a.m. He smiled slyly and asked how I had slept the night before. I told him to go inside and touch up Pamei's makeup. He brought a red rose with a stem and placed it in Pamei's hands. My God, Pamei was so beautiful and captivating at that moment. I wished I could keep her at home forever, though I knew it was impossible. Kik closed the top half of the coffin lid, loaded it into the hearse, and drove away, as the coffin needed to be taken to the church 30 minutes earlier.
At 10 o'clock, I drove to the church; all my relatives and friends were already there. I sat in the second row from the middle, looking at Pamei in the coffin. After the ceremony, the coffin lid was closed for the last time. While listening to the pastor's eulogy, my eyes, like many others present, were filled with tears. After the funeral, everyone went to the cemetery. After a brief prayer, the coffin containing Pamei's body was finally buried. I stood there, mesmerized, watching the yellow earth fall onto her coffin, silently saying to her in my heart, "Goodbye, my beloved..."
And so, Pamei fulfilled my fantasy of making love to her corpse with her own life. She was the only woman I ever truly loved in my life. To this day, whenever I recall the last moments we spent together, a bittersweet feeling lingers in my heart, leaving me unable to find peace.

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