Killing My Married Woman And Disposing Of Her Corpse


Group-Sex
My wife and I had a very interesting conversation recently one evening. She had seen a picture on LMN where a husband killed his wife and toss away of her eubstance. Since

she knows I 'm into crime shows and scenarios like that and watch them all the time on ID and am into strangulation and snuff/necro ; she asked me percentage point space ; `` How would you shoot down me and how would you dispose of my consistency ''. I could n't let the chance go by to share one of my fantasies about her with her since she brought it up. This is what I told her.

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Just after your concluding dwelling house screening on a Friday afternoon ; when you came plate and sat down on the lounge ; I would fare around behind you and set off massaging your shoulders and neck. You 'd be talking about how expert that look. With one hand ; I would pull a twain of your nylon stockings I had in my pocket out and wrap them around your throat. As I tightened them ; you would momentarily be confused as to what exactly was happening and why it was happening to you. Your hands would get up to your neck and you would be grabbing/clawing at the stockings. Your sexy long stocking clad legs would be kicking and scissoring in the air as you try to get up from the couch as I pull your neck back hard against the top of the couch back. Your lungs will begin to burn from the lack of O and you will feel the pressure in your head and the blood line vessels in your browned eyes will commence to pop.

You will start to sense dizziness as I pull the stockings even tighter around your lovely neck as your hands somewhat debile now try to seize and pincer at the stockings to no avail. I know the end of your life sentence is close and I want to you to know before you die why I am stangling you so I lean over to your ear and say `` I know about the affair with your boss Don ''. Just before your hands fall to your sides you realize why I am strangling you and like you 'd never give in to a vernal man 's silver tongued the Tempter charm and allowed yourself to be bedded by him.. Your torso and extremity start to find cold so cold. Your mentation are getting confused as suddenly your pounding heart and soul stops beating and your breathing slows to a halt. Your in conclusion thought as you feel ardent and wet between your thigh is '' Oh no ; I 'm peeing on myself ''. Your eyes are now fixed staring out into distance and your body still except for some involuntary twitches and spasms of your dying muscular tissue. I hold the stockings tight another minute of arc or so before letting go and standing up. Your head is lying over the top of the cast and I stare at your contorted mottled face with your lingua out of the corner of your mouth and the ovalbumin of your once beautiful brown eyes now red where the blood vessel have burst. The stockings are embedded in your discolored cervix. I move around to the battlefront of the couch. Your odd gamey heel shoe has been kicked off and is lying in the floor. Your fatal skirt has ridden up to nearly your waistline during your struggle. I can see the soaked crotch of your sheer suntan pantyhose and the pissy disastrous lacy panties beneath them with you matted chocolate-brown bush showing through as the aroma of your pee strike my nostrils.I reach down and nibble up your black hi heel and chute it back on your stocking clad foot. I sit down beside your abruptly consistency and slide your diamond anchor ring and wedding band from your finger and put them in my pocket.

As far as I 'm concerned you are no longer my married woman but just a whore that I have strangled. I slide your tongue back in your lip and give you a osculation on your stonyhearted sassing. I lift your strangled trunk to carry it to the bedroom and place it on the bed and see the wet pip beneath you on the couch. Laying your consistency on our bed with your foreland on the pillow ; I decide that I want some pic of you this way. I retrieve the digital camera and snap a few before I start to undress your body. I sit you up and take away your black crown and unbutton and remove your plum blouse and then your bleak lace bra allowing your breasts to spring unblock. I ca n't help but squeeze your endearing abruptly tits. I notice that the mamilla seem to be to a greater extent prounounced and operose. I lay you back down and unbutton and unzip your black chick and tug it down and off over your horseshoe. I take my pocketknife and split the crotch of your pissy pantyhose from just below the waistband to the crack of your ass and cut your wet smelly melanize lacing bikini panties from you. I can smell out your pissy dead pussy and it turns me on. I 'm going to be the last man to have dealings with your body, not Don. Oh yes I know about your trivial confluence tomorrow afternoon at 3 that was down in your Schedule Book as `` Special Showing ''. But now my darling idle married woman ; I 'm the only one on your schedule. You 've never looked sexier than now in your torn pantyhose, heels and diamond earrings. I spread your long sexy legs widely apart and eat up my knife in your smelly slit ; licking your bushed meat to my hearts'content. Sucking on your pussy lips and clit ; I bathe your cunt with my saliva.I think it 's ready for a turncock ; my pecker. I remove my clothes and crawl on top of your body and saddle horse you sliding my rooster into your resistless slit with comfort. I settle into a slow rhythm of pumping you. I want to delight this. I caress your cooling dead body from your breasts to your genu as I pump you increasing my tempo now and watching your tits jiggle on each stroke. I 'm going to leave out your sexy body and I wish I could sustain it but I ca n't.

Um, ah, Uh you 've got good kitty-cat. As I pound your pussy harder ; I smell the gas being released from your intestine through your permanently relaxed asshole. That 's OK baby. I do n't listen. Ah, Um, Uh that 's feeling secure. I can feel my balls getting tighter and hotter. It wo n't be long now. I 'm pulling almost all the way out of you and ramming my long hard cock in against your neck now baby. Oh Oh Oh Umg, I 'm cumming baby. My rooster is bathing your dead vagina with hot viscous cum as it continues to spurt wave after wave. I 'm getting dizzy now and collapse on top of your body.I bring my right hand up and fondle your left boob. That was so very good ! But I 'm not though with you yet. No maam. I lay there a little spell to recover and then rive my semisoft cock out of your pussy and go to the privy and then to the kitchen for something to help me regain my strength. When I return to the bedchamber ; I see my cum leaking from your kitty and down into the cranny of your endearing ass. I grab a couple of extra pillows from the press and position them and then pluck your bod onto them so that your laying across them and that that lovely ass is elevated up in the air. I get down behind you and lick your asshole that 's forever lost its pucker. And now baby I 'm going to be doing something you would never let me do when you were alive. I line my dick up with your virgin dickhead and with little electrical resistance glide it in. I start to hump your cornhole. It feels good but of course dissimilar from your kitty-cat.

I play with your titty as I fuck you in the ass. I pound it slowly but steadily. I want to cum in your dead ass. My long hard cock is starting to get that really good feel again as I pump you. Ummm, Ah, there it goes as I shoot your rectum full of cum. That was right but I 'm really spent now. I roll off and lay beside you with your ass up in the air. Then I pull your corpse off the pillows toward me and hug it tightly for a niggling piece. You 're getting cooler to the touch. But I 've got a few things to do before bedtime. I dress and I gather up your clothes and put them in the walkincloset. Putting the extra pillow back in the closet, I pick your soundbox up and lay it on the floor of the closet. I turn off your cell phone in your handbag and off the battery and invest your rings in your handbag and lay the purse beside you. I secure your laptop is turned off and take the battery and lay it beside you. I lock the closet door and the house and put on my gloves and get in your mercedes sedan, roll down the windows and effort to the fair game, look into for any activity and button it in and watch it dip beneath the airfoil. I ride the bicycle I had hidden back via the trails. when I return to the house ; I put up the bike and come into the house. I remove your organic structure from the wardrobe and take it back to the bed and view your munition by your position, your legs slightly apart and your back talk open, strip off my apparel and rise in with you and float off to sleep. When the alert sounds at 5am ; I awaken to feel your moth-eaten rigidifying body beside me. I pull your clay to the bound of the bed and wedge my stiffening cock in your sassing and push it against your throat and pump your utter rima oris a few strokes before I with draw from your mouth and force my cock into your cold smelly sticky pussy and render it a few fortuity before withdrawing and standing beside you and jacking off until I cum all over your side. Now I dress and carry your apparel, purse and laptop out to the backhoe pan and place them in it and return and carry your long-legged stiff out and place it in the pan. Cranking the tractor I take you and your belongings out near the back of the field I plowed a couple of 24-hour interval ago and to the 8ft abstruse tomb I dug for you yesterday. I throw your wearing apparel, purse, and laptop computer in the grave and then floor you in and climb up down the ladder in the grave and fix up your remains so you are lying in ataraxis on your back. I finger your smelly pussy and caress your tits one last time, then climb up the ravel out of the grave and pull the run out. Cranking the backhoe I dump the grime back in covering you and your belongings and then load down the dirt over you. Using the plow on the back of the tractor ; I make words over your grave to match the quietus of the plow landing field. I take the tractor back to the house and wash the backhoe pan with disinfectant, then wash the bedding from our bed. The title is done my darling beat whore wife and they 're not likely to find your grave. From what I understand you 're too deep for a clay dog to receive your smell. Your body will decay slowly until you 're fertilizer for the terra firma. I check the house over to assure everything appears formula. Then I take the tractor back out to your grave to bring in sure the area looks like the rest of the sphere. Three O '' clock curlicue around and I 'm certain your lover is there waiting and wondering where you are and why you 're not there. I wait till about 7 pm and call your cell a twain of sentence like I 'm trying to reach you. I call our girl who lives nearby and our son in another state to see if they 've heard from you. I call a couple of your protagonist and then I call Don. I play it cool with him and mention that you left the farm at about 2:30pm for a Special Showing at 3 and I had n't seen or heard from you since. Of course of action he has n't seen you or see from you and plays it cool not giving away anything about the affair. I wait till about midnight and then bid 911 as the distraught husband and get the standard response that there 's nothing they can do until you 're missing for 24 hrs.

I go to bed and drift off to sleep and am awakened at 6 the next morning by my daughter asking if I 've heard from you. She comes over around 7 and we start to get up a search for you. After 24 hrs the police get involved and the hunting broadens. They go over every in of the family and holding and observe not a clue to your fade. After several days of finding naught the search is called off. It appears to all of them that you have just vanished into thin air. So there your torso lies slowly decaying in your grave. Every once in a patch I remove the thumb drive the pic of your corpse are on from it 's hiding spot and sparking plug it into the electronic computer and have a fantastic ole meter looking at your scrumptious stiff and masturbating as I do .
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