Party in the funeral parlor

My wife, Claire, is 36 years old, tall, and has incredibly sexy long, fiery red hair.

Her sexual desires seem insatiable. Although I remain passionate about her after 15 years of marriage, she doesn't seem satisfied with just me. I consider myself a good sexual partner, and she agrees; but that doesn't stop her from having affairs. In fact, she's left me several times, seeking solace in other men's arms, only to return and beg for forgiveness when she's tired of them, and I always forgive her. Why? Because her skills in bed are unparalleled. If you compare that to baseball, she's the kind of person who hits a home run every game. Now you understand? Claire enjoys drinking and partying, so if she's not in the mood

, a few drinks are all it takes.

She works at a law firm and has recently become close to one of the lawyers there. So, I wasn't surprised when she didn't come home this weekend. But a phone call the next morning shocked me. The call came from a police officer friend at the local police station, asking me to go to a lumber mill. When I arrived, I saw a group of law enforcement officers and paramedics surrounding a white Lincoln sedan near the factory.

Several officers tried to stop me, but I yelled, "Let me see her, whatever happened!"

They moved aside, and I went straight to the car door. What I saw inside was my wife, completely naked except for stockings and high heels, lying on the back seat with a pillow under her; her legs were spread, and there were traces of semen on her vulva. Next to her was an older lawyer from her firm, lying side by side with her, his face against her chest, one hand on her breast.

I was asked to rest in a nearby police car. I felt weak, overwhelmed by grief and anger. I couldn't believe my beloved wife had ended her life this way, leaving everyone to witness it. My friend comforted me. After a while, the forensic doctor finished his examination and told me his theory: they had kept the engine running to maintain the temperature inside the car while they were having sex. When a group of teenagers discovered the car, they tried to open the door and turn off the engine, but the person who opened the door nearly fainted. There was a crack somewhere inside the car, allowing carbon monoxide from the exhaust to leak into the poorly ventilated cabin, causing the two people inside to die from carbon monoxide poisoning. Of course, these theories needed further investigation to confirm. The two bodies were then removed from the car. The forensic doctor asked me to confirm that the female victim was Claire, and then my police friend drove me home.

That afternoon, the forensic doctor came to my house. He told me that the theory of carbon monoxide poisoning was correct, and because it was an accidental death, an autopsy was not necessary. The bodies could be sent directly to the funeral home. However, because the other deceased was a respected figure in the community, out of respect for his wife, children, and grandchildren, it was best to keep the matter to a minimum. I knew what this meant, so I simply told the coroner to send Claire's body to the funeral home owned by Mark Wiyat.

That evening, the funeral home director, Mark Wiyat, called me. After he offered his condolences, I told him my plan. I had played a few rounds of golf with Mark and we were somewhat acquainted; moreover, I had heard that he often

groped his female "clients," and since his divorce, he had also been interested in Claire, but because his work was somewhat unconventional, Claire would never be interested in him. Another friend of mine had once told me that if Claire hadn't married me, he would have pursued her too. Now the opportunity had arrived; since Claire was so promiscuous in life, it wouldn't matter if she satisfied a few more men after death.

Mark accepted my "party"

plan and also offered me his own suggestions. He would first perform arterial embalming on Claire, leaving the pelvic treatment for after the party. He would also clean her mouth, genitals, and anus to ensure she was in top condition for the party. The party was scheduled for 6 p.m. the following day. Mark asked if he could invite a female enthusiast who liked playing dead. I agreed. I then called my good friend. To my delight, he was eager to participate, to enjoy Claire's body, even if it was just a corpse.

At 5:30 p.m. the next day, I arrived at the funeral home and handed Mark the clothes prepared for Claire.

I sat in the lobby until my friend Jack arrived. Mark then led us to a spacious, secluded room in the back, where there were two wide-backed sofas used as beds, covered with white sheets. My beloved wife was reclining on one of the sofas, wearing the sexy red nightgown I had brought her and black semi-transparent lace stockings, with the high heels she wore when she died. Two or three pillows were placed behind her, her legs spread apart, and through the nightgown, I could see her vulva and lush pubic hair. My God, she had never dressed so sexily, so lifelike!

On another sofa sat a blonde beauty, dressed in a white nightgown, white stockings, and white high heels. Her posture was similar to Claire's, making her appear particularly alluring. Looking between her legs, I could see her pubic hair was golden. But unlike Claire, when Mark touched her shoulder, she seemed to "come alive

." That's when I realized she was alive. Mark told me her name was Nikki.

Mark told me that since I was

the husband of today's "VIP," I should do it with her first. So I sat next to Claire, kissed her cold lips, and began to play with her nipples. On the other side, Jack sat next to Nikki and began licking her genitals; while Mark unzipped his pants and held his penis in front of her. Nikki took Mark's penis into her mouth and began to suck rhythmically.

I bent down, buried my head between Claire's legs, and began to lick her genitals as well. Meanwhile, Jack and Mark attacked Nikki from both sides. After thoroughly lubricating Claire's cold, wet vulva, I began to insert my penis. After several thrusts, I reached her clitoris and began to rhythmically move up and down, rocking against her body.

Jack and Nikki, standing nearby, simultaneously reached their climax, panting with excitement. Jack's semen shot into Nikki's body. I looked down at Claire's beautiful face; Mark's hair and makeup were flawless. I pried open her eyelids with my hand; her dazed eyes stared blankly at me. I kissed her cherry-red lips again; though they were cold, they brought me to the peak of excitement. I quickened the pace of my thrusts; her breasts trembled with my rhythm, and each time I withdrew, her vagina seemed to tightly grip me, preventing me from climaxing too quickly. But I finally couldn't hold back, thrusting in and ejaculating all my love juice deep inside her. I pulled my penis back; it was still oozing semen. Then I pried open her mouth, inserted it, and went in several times before deciding to let Claire experience what her two friends had done. I leaned to the side, and Mark took over, shoving his penis into Claire's mouth and thrusting it in hard. I could even see Claire's throat trembling with his rhythm.

Jack had finished, and now it was Nikki and my turn. I sat down next to her, but she pulled me closer, and I thrust my penis into her vagina. We quickly began to resonate harmoniously.

By this time, Mark had already ejaculated in Claire's mouth, and it was Jack's turn. Jack carefully examined her and decided to enter through an unused entrance this time. He placed a pillow under Claire, exposing her beautiful buttocks to everyone. He tested it a few times with his middle finger, then spread her buttocks, licked her anus, and then thrust in. He hugged Claire from behind, squeezing her breasts repeatedly, while his lower body pumped in and out. At the same time, my semen shot into Nikki's body. After the excitement subsided, she tilted her head to one side, a smile on her face, as if she were asleep forever. Jack continued to thrust in Claire's anus until all his semen was ejaculated.

Our party lasted until late at night, and everyone did it several times. Now it was time to end it. Mark picked up Nikki, her head tilted back, still in a "death"

state. Mark carried her to the next room and placed her in a silver coffin. He told me that Nikki always liked to say goodbye to everyone like this. After returning from the room, the three of us gazed together at my beautiful, wildly promiscuous wife. Her face and body were covered in semen, some dried, some still dripping. This party had helped me shake off my anger and frustration; Claire had received her due reward. I had thoroughly satisfied myself with her, as had my two friends. Mark cleaned the body and put it back in the freezer. I went home, took a shower, and fell asleep.

The next evening at 6:30, I returned to the funeral home to prepare for Claire's farewell ceremony. No one else had arrived yet, so Mark led me into the mortuary. Claire lay peacefully asleep in the silver coffin, wearing a low-cut V-neck sweater without a bra, her nipples and areolas faintly visible. She wore her favorite red high heels and black nylon stockings, along with a mini-skirt, half her thighs exposed, making her appear even more alluring. Mark, seeing no one else was around, lifted Claire's skirt, pulled down her red lace panties, and showed me his masterpiece. As I requested, instead of a regular plug, he had inserted an electric vibrator into Claire's vagina. Mark had set it to "low"

vibration intensity, and it was still vibrating. Then he put everything back as it was, and soon the people attending the farewell ceremony began to arrive.

To my amusement, many of the guests, young and old, had aroused upon seeing my wife's body, though they tried to conceal it. I wondered if many of them, given the chance, would have simply watched from the sidelines. But then again, in front of such a sensual corpse, even if they had any thoughts, they shouldn't be blamed alone.

The funeral the following day was rather somber; for the first time, I shed a few tears for Claire's passing. Her coffin was buried in the church cemetery, while the vibrator continued to vibrate inside her vagina. I don't know when the battery will run out of power, even if it's just in the "low"

position.

Epilogue: It's been six months since Claire was buried, and I still miss her, and perhaps I will. But life goes on. At several later "parties

," Nikki introduced me to one of her "ice buddies

," a tall, dark-skinned girl named Jacqueline.

[The End]

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