Party in the funeral parlor

Funeral Home Party (

Genre: Accidental Death, Necro)
Original Author: Tleg Man

Translator/Editor: aconly2000

Author's Statement: This work is based on the author's imagination and is entirely fictional. It has no relation to any real-world characters, groups, or events.

—My wife Claire is 36 years old, tall, and has incredibly sexy, long, fiery red hair. Her sexual desires seem insatiable. Although I'm still 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 each time, I forgive her. You ask why? Because her skills in bed are truly exceptional. If you compare that skill to baseball, she's someone who hits a home run every game. Now you understand? Claire enjoys drinking and partying, so if she's not in the mood for sex, a few drinks are all it takes to get her going.

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 that weekend. But a phone call the next morning shocked me. It was from a friend who's an officer at the local police station, asking me to check on a lumber mill. When I arrived, I saw a group of law enforcement officers and paramedics surrounding a white Lincoln limousine near the factory.

Several officers tried to stop me, but I yelled at them, "Let me see her, whatever happened!" They stepped aside, and I went straight to the car door and saw what was inside: my wife, completely naked except for stockings and high heels, was 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 another man, 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, and that everyone had witnessed it. My friend comforted me. After a while, the forensic pathologist 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, and carbon monoxide from the exhaust leaked into the airtight compartment, 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 pathologist asked me to confirm that the female victim was Claire, and then my police friend drove me home.

That afternoon, the forensic pathologist 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 taken directly to the funeral home. However, since the other deceased was a highly 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 understood 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 of his somewhat unconventional work, 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 to begin at 6 p.m. the following day. Mark asked if he could invite a female enthusiast who liked to play dead. I agreed. I then called my good friend. To my delight, he was happy to participate and enjoy Claire's body, even though it was just a corpse.

At 5:30 p.m. the next day, I arrived at the funeral home and handed Mark the clothes I had prepared for Claire.
Then I sat in the lobby until my good friend Jack arrived. Mark then led us to a spacious, secluded room in the back of the building, where there were two wide-backed sofas used as beds, covered with white sheets. My beloved wife was sitting 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 had worn when she died. There were two or three pillows behind her, her legs spread apart, and through the nightgown, I could see her vulva and lush pubic hair. My God, she'd never dressed so sexy, so lifelike!

On another sofa sat a blonde beauty in a white nightgown, white stockings, and white high heels. Her pose was just like Claire's, incredibly alluring. Looking between her legs, I could see her pubic hair was golden. But unlike Claire, when Mark touched her shoulder, she "came back to life." 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 above and below. After thoroughly lubricating Claire's cold 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 reached orgasm simultaneously, panting excitedly. Jack's semen shot into Nikki's body. I looked down at Claire's beautiful face; Mark's hairstyle 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, I reached 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 coming out 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 the pleasure of her two other friends. I leaned to the side, and Mark took over, shoving his penis into Claire's mouth and thrusting it in forcefully. I could even see Claire's throat trembling up and down 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. 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 thrusting in Claire's anus until he ejaculated all his semen.

Our party lasted until late at night, and everyone did it several times. Now it was time to wrap things up. Mark picked up Nikki, her head tilted back, still in a "dead" state. He carried her to the next room and placed her in a silver coffin. He told me that Nikki always liked to say goodbye like this. After returning from the room, the three of us gazed at my beautiful, wild wife. Her face and body were covered in semen, some dried, some still dripping: through this gathering, I had shaken off my anger and awful mood, Claire had gotten her due reward, I had vented my frustrations on her, and so 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 went to the funeral home again 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 barely 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, making sure no one else was around, lifted Claire's skirt, pulled down her red lace panties, and showed me his masterpiece. At my request, 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 guests for 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 even if they had any thoughts in front of such a beautiful corpse, they shouldn't be blamed alone.

The funeral the following day was rather somber, and 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, especially if it's only on the "low" setting.

Epilogue: Six months have passed since Claire's burial, and I still miss her somewhat, perhaps forever. 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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