Betty never thought it was a good idea to attend the funeral of her husband Bob's old girlfriend but he had absolutely talked her into it. She was even more sure when she saw how fixated he was as he stared down at the young woman lying in the casket.

When he went out for refreshments she went over to take a look at her. She gazed at her for a long time. She had to admit that she was beautiful even in her death repose. She had an oval shaped angelic face with a wide sensual mouth and blue streaked eyelids. Her face was framed by a golden mass of long curls that flowed gently over her shoulders. She was dressed in a sparkling white low cut evening gown especially designed to enhance her sensual curves. She knew it was crazy for her to get jealous of a corpse but she couldn't help it. She had seen women in caskets before but never one so young, lovely., and all decked out like she was and, under her husbands roving eyes. What is more their must have been a deep bond between them for him to be hanging over her as he was.

When she confronted him about it that night he replied that it was only to pay his respect for her as an old friend. He assured her that she was the love of his life and that he would never hurt her. He assured her with a kiss and for a while she actually believed him. She admitted to herself that she had no reason to complain. Their two years of marriage had been happy ones and he had given her no reason to believe that he had ever cheated on her. She realized that she had acted a little foolish. For a while the matter was forgotten.

About two weeks later while she going through his drawers she found some photos. They were all of lovely women n their caskets. In her mind this was a whole new thing. It made her wonder what kind of obsession possessed him. She understood that he had once worked in a morgue but why would he be keeping photos of beautiful dead women. She had to have an answer. That evening she confronted him with the photos. He finally admitted to her that for years he had worked in a funeral home and during that time he had developed a fetish for dead bodies. He assured her that he had over come it since their marriage and that now his love was only for her. She only pretended to be satisfied with his answer but secretly she recoiled in disgust when he approached her. She tried to live with it but finally she decided to teach him a lesson that he would not soon forget.

One weekend when her husband was out of town on business she decided to put her plan into effect. She went down to the funeral home and purchased a casket which she had delivered to their home and placed in the living room. She then went to a dress shop and purchased an evening gown and a pair of white cloves. She then went to a shop and bought some flower bouquets to place around the casket with some of her photos. She really had to make it look real. About an hour before he was scheduled to come home she took some pills to induce a deep sleep. Perhaps that was not enough she thought so she took more. That should scare the life out of him she thought. She then dimmed the lights and lit some scented candles. For maximum effect she put on her stereo player some slow sounding funeral music. She then put on her white gown and climbed into the casket. It all felt so creepy and strange to her that she wondered if the whole thing was a good idea. When the pills began to take affect she felt a a sort of peacefulness as though she was floating on air. The satin lining of the casket seemed to caress her in a tender embrace, then she felt herself sinking into blackness.

Bob had work to finish so he left the office later then he had planed. On his way home he was caught in heavy traffic and he arrived at the house two hours later then usual. He entered the kitchen though the garage. Usually his wife would be busily cooking dinner but she was no where to be seen. He called out her name. There was no reply. Again he called her name. No reply. He headed down the hall. It was really the strange sounding music that got him. If his wife wanted a romantic evening she would never play that kind of music that sounded like a funeral possession. He could see dim flickering lights in the living room. He began to realize something really weird was going on. When he entered the living room he stopped in his tracks. There in the corner of the room he saw his wife lying in a silver colored casket surrounded by candles and roses. He knew right away that it was her idea of a joke. He knew she didn't like his obsession with female corpses but he never thought she would go that far. He walked over and looked directly down at her. She certainly was doing a good job of playing dead he thought. He could not detect her breathing at all. She was so still and motionless without even a blink of an eye or a twitch of her lips. He yelled out her name and shook her. She did not stir. He pinched her hard enough that a living person would have responded in some way. He then felt of her pulse. there was nothing. He concluded that she was dead. Somehow he did not feel unhappy or sad at all at her lose. It was the moment he had always dreamed of. Ever since they married he had a fantasy of making love to her dead corpse. Now it was even better than he had ever imagined. She had placed herself in a casket. How perfect he thought. How sexy she looked dead! What a wonderful gift she had given him by dying in a casket. His cock was now pressing hard against his pants from just looking at her.

He reached down and began to stroke her face. Her skin did not have the plastic feel of embalmed corpses. It was so soft and smooth to the touch but not so cold yet. He ran his fingers through the tendrils of her hair winding his fingers through the strains. He opened her eyes. Of course they were not glued shut like funeral corpses. The blue orbs were dilated, another indication that she was dead. He opened her mouth and put his fingers inside. He worked them all around then pulled them out. Her mouth remained fully open. He bent down and kissed her passionately. How often had he wished that he could kiss her unresponsive dead mouth. He thrust his exploring tongue inside and licked it all around and tried to wrap it around her own lifeless tongue. As he did this he squeezed and caressed her tits working his hand down under the gown. He kissed and caressed her for a very long time. By the time he rose up his desire was uncontrollable. He raised her gown up and slid down her panties. He placed her legs over both sides of the casket. She was now naked from the waist down. Of course he had seen his wife naked many times but never while being in a casket. He had never realized what a pretty pussy she had. Nestled in her blonde public hairs it was it was raised up and perfectly symmetrical around her pink valley. It seemed to wink at him invitingly. All this beckoned from inside the silk lining of the casket. He could wait no longer. He removed his clothes and climbed inside. Without any further ado he he plunged into her. If she had been alive she would have responded in some way but not a whimper or any sound came from her. He began to fuck her with long deep strokes, plunging his cock balls deep into his wife's dead vagina. As he hammered her he reached up and pulled down the top of her gown. Her ample tits spilled out in all their glory. As he fucked her he loved watching them jiggle and dance around each time he thrust into her. He looked into her face. Her open eyes seemed to stare directly at him, giving the impression that she was alive. He reached down and pulled her legs over his back. He could feel the points of her high heels stabbing into his back. The squeeze of her heavy thighs on him was delicious. He could now feel his orgasm coming. He knew it was going to be incredible. In all the two years of their marriage he had never experience sex like he was having that evening with his dead wife in the satin lined casket. Then the full force of the orgasm hit him as he exploded inside her. He screamed out his passion to the top of his voice in a profusion of confessions of his love for her dead corpse. Indeed it was so intense that for a brief moment he lost consciousness. He was not through yet.

He continued to make love to her dead corpse throughout the evening. Sometimes he would pull underneath her and fuck her from the rear. Then he would roll back on top of her. At some point that evening he got out to bath and grab a bite to eat.

By that time the sleeping pills that simulated her death began to ware off. When Betty opened her eyes she saw that she had been stripped naked. When she heard the shower running in the bathroom she knew what had happened. Indeed he liked her better dead than alive. She felt incredibly violated and used by the sick man who claimed to love her.

She got out of the casket and put her clothes on. Now she would give him one good surprise. As he came out of the bathroom she walked into the hall. Without saying a word she just stood there staring at him. She saw the shocked look come over his face when he saw her. Then he collapsed onto the floor as though dead. She only looked at him with a little smile of victory on her face.