Bret and Paula were standing next to the open casket where Paula's sister lay in repose. Tragically she had been killed in a traffic accident a few days before. The two were identical twins. Paula did notice how John was looking at. She was indeed the spitting image of Paula. At the time Paula did not know that her husband Bret had an obsession about dead women. He had worked at the local morgue for years and he had violated many of his female clients. Also unknown to Paula he had a fantasy about making love to his wife after she died. Bret truly loved his wife but he could not help the vision from coming into his mind. When he saw Paula's sister lying in her repose he was mesmerized her. It was like his fantasy had come true. How sexy she looked lying there so peaceful and still. She was clad in a low cut sparking gown. Her bare shoulders and cleavage were totally exposed. Her face was the clincher. It was like looking at his own wife, the eyes, nose, and lips all the exact same. He hoped his wife had not noticed his hardon. He wanted so much to reach down and stroke and caress her corpse but he could not at the time. After the burial ceremony both of them were very quite and somber on the way home for different reasons.

That evening while they were in there bed Bret showed Paula some pictures that he had taken of her sister lying in her casket. She was shocked that he would do that at a funeral since it was inappropriate and even immoral. She took them out of his hand and looked at them.

"Bret" she said, "why would you do this? It is unacceptable and wrong."

"Come on Paula, " he replied. "I didn't mean any harm. I only wanted to show you how much she resembled you."

"I don't need that affirmed Bret." "I knew it for years." "Now please take those morbid pictures away."

For the next week the matter was not discussed again. It did however make her wonder about her husband. She did not believe that he snapped the photos only to show her the resemblance between them. Perhaps after working at the morgue so long he had developed a fixation about dead bodies. The idea totally disgusted her. While going through his drawers she found several more photos of dead women, some naked on morgue tables and some in caskets. She knew then that he had certainly lied and that there was something very sinister going on. She wanted to know what. That night she confronted him with the photos.

"Paula", he replied. "I work at a morgue. It is my job to take pictures of all my clients. It means nothing. It is just part of the work I do."

"Why are they all lovely females", she replied. "Why do you keep them at home?"

"Alright Paula", he replied, "you got me dead to right. I keep them because I have a fixation with dead corpses." Now isn't that what you wanted me to say?" "Alright Paula I said it!"

Paula really loved her husband and it always upset her when they quarreled. Later she apologized to him for not trusting him. She hugged him and kissed and they had fantastic sex the rest of the night. The next day she got the pictures he had shown her and looked through them again. Perhaps it was not such an evil thing after all for a man to fall in love with female corpses. Suddenly an idea occurred to her. They had often done role playing. Perhaps she could role play for him as a dead corpse and he would make love to her. Suddenly the idea really turned her on. That evening she brought it up to him.

"Bret I have been thinking."

"What about Paula?" he replied.

"Bret how would you like for me to play dead for you?"

Bret could not understand this complete turn a round from his wife. She seemed to shutter at the idea of corpses and now she wanted to play dead for him. He had already told her that he had took the photos in his line of work. To consent to her wishes would be admitting that he was obsessed with corpses. Perhaps it was a trick to get him to confess. He had to be very careful with his reply.

"Paula I thought you hated corpses. Why would you want to play one for me?"

"Honestly Bret I changed my mind on the matter. It would really turn me on if you made love to me while I played dead. Now you know I love you Bret and I would do anything for you, but it is not just for you. It is for me. Come on Bret, do it for me."

The sincere tone in her voice told him that she meant what she said. Perhaps it all was real. He was really overjoyed at his wife's sudden change of mind and he decided to at least play along with her.

"Sure Paula he replied. If that is what you want I will go along with it. "

"Good Bret. Since you work at the funeral home it would really be nice if you could bring a casket back here. I could dress up, light candles, put on music....well we will just go all the way Bret."

His wife's idea of simulating a real funeral in their home turned him on like crazy. It took him a few days to choose an appropriate casket for his wife to lay in. He thought a silver one would be perfect. He had it delivered out to their house and placed in the living room. They planned his wife's funeral that following Saturday in the morning. They went to a dress shop and picked a suitable attire for her. It was a tight low cut evening gown very much like the one her sister wore at her funeral. It fit her perfectly and she looked absolutely stunting in it. The day before they purchased scented candles, bouquets of flowers, and some slow playing funeral music. That morning they got up early to prepare things. First Paula fixed a good breakfast for them. Bret joked that it was only right that she have her last meal. She smiled. She went into the bedroom and applied her makeup and put on her white gown. When she came out Bret was stunned at how absolutely gorgeous she looked. What a fine corpse she was going to make. Next they lit the candles and turned on the music. Paula then climbed into the casket and laid down. She folded her hands over and Bret placed in in them a bouquet of roses.

She gave him one final smile and then assumed her death pose. Bret looked down at his now dead wife lying in her repose. It was absolutely uncanny how much she resembled her dead sister lying there lifeless. Even the hair and the clothes was a perfect match. How sexy she looked in that tight gown with her shoulders and cleavage exposed. He reached down and stroked her face and ran his fingers through her golden curls. He then bent down and kissed her lips.

Paula loved Bret's kisses and she always responded with deep passion. This time as a corpse she could not respond. She had to maintain a slack mouth while he kissed her. Then he thrust his exploring tongue past her lips and into her mouth. This drove her wild but she couldn't respond without ruining the act. Then he started squeezing her tits. She was now totally wet with passion. She had an over whelming desire to yell out but she repressed it. Then his hand went further down until it reached her thighs. Then he raised her dress and slipped his fingers between her legs. He was still kissing her, his tongue exploring her mouth and licking at her lifeless tongue. When she felt his fingers thrust inside her pussy lips. This was too much for her.

"Oh my God Bret your driving me crazy. Oh fuck Bret. I am a lousy corpse but I can't help it. I ruined the act. I am sorry Bret."

"It is ok love. We can still make love in the casket. It is a real turn on to me baby even if you are alive."

Bret then removed his clothes. He raised his wife's gown up to her thighs and climbed in the casket with her. He positioned himself so that his cock was just touching her pussy lips.

"Oh my God Bred your killing me. Get in me Bret. Oh hurry I am dying Bret. Fuck me to death Bret. Oh my God!"

He waisted no time in complying with his wife's wishes. With one mighty thrust he was all the way in her to his balls. She screamed out her passion to the top of her voice. He fucked her really hard and with long deep strokes. It was not turning out at all the way they had planned but fucking in a casket was a new experience for both of them. Paula loved how the soft satin lining of the casket tenderly caressed as Bret fucked her and the cozy confined feeling added an erotic dimension to the whole thing. As he thrust into her she writhed her body against his and ground into him. She wrapped her arms tightly around him.

"Oh kiss me Bret", she pleated. I want to feel your kiss while you spray me with your baby making cream."

She pulled his head down and slammed her mouth to his. Her tongue shot down into his tonsils. She gripped his neck like she would never let him go. She raised her legs straight up in the air and wrapped them around his back. He could feel the points of her high heels stabbing into his skin. He increased the intensity of his fucking, pounding her with hammering thrust. Her tongue was still at the back of his throat. Already he could feel his orgasm coming on him like a tidal wave.

"Get ready baby. I am going to come in you and impregnate your dead womb with my white cream my lovely corpse."

"Oh YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES Bret, Come in my dead womb! Oh My GOOOOOOD!!!!!!!!"

Just as he promised moments later he came her. The full force of the orgasm hit her at the same time. She screamed out her passion to the top of her voice. At the same time she raised her ass straight up and in a circular motion like a go-go danger. Her tongue dueled franticly with his.

Again she screamed out to the top of her voioce: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAh........FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK........"

Finally her whole body convulsed in a series of spasms then she relaxed in his arms. Then he looked into her eyes.

"Paula you are the loudest and most animated corpse I ever had the pleasure of making love to."

She only smiled at him. They spent the rest of the evening making passionate love in the casket. In the weeks that followed. Roll playing in the casket became a new routine for them and they spent nearly as much time in it as they did in bed. The one regret that Paula had was that she could never be the perfect corpse for her husband. To do it she would have to literally die. One night she brought it up to him.

"Bret would you like to make love to me.....well I mean if I was really dead." I mean not just pretending but really dead."

Bret found her question very strange. He did not want to tell her that it had been his fantasy to make love to her dead body. When he saw her sister in her casket he did want to make love to her. She was however a real corpse. Yes he had once had the fantasy but he really loved her and he would never want to see her dead.

"Paula he said to her. We are only playing out a fantasy. I would never want to see you dead. You are my wife and I love you."

He wondered if he was really telling her truth. He did not want to tell her that he still had fantasies of making love to her dead body. Somehow she felt that he was not telling her the whole truth. Two weeks later their anniversary would be coming up and she wanted to give him something very special. She knew exactly what to do. Perhaps she could give him herself as a corpse to make love to. On the day of their anniversary she got busy with her plan. She knew her husband would be coming home from work at around 5;00 pm. That morning she went through her closet and found her wedding gown. An hour before her husband was scheduled to arrive she put it on. She lit scented candles around the room. Then she put on some funeral music on the stereo player. She had to make it perfect. Just before he was suppose to arrive she took some sleeping pills, enough to knock her out cold for a long time. She then climbed into the casket and laid down. She took a bouquet of flowers and clasp them over her chest. By that time the sleeping pills took effect, she had the most peaceful sensation of floating in the air. Then she went into a black oblivion.

A few minutes later Bret returned. As usual he went through the back way and entered through the kitchen. He called out to his wife but there was no answer. He called her again. No answer. He went down the hall. He could hear the strange music. Right away he knew something was up. He could see the dim flicking lights in the living room. When he entered he could see his wife lying in the casket. So she wanted to play dead again for him he thought. Well he was ready to go along with her game. He went right up to the casket and looked down at her. She really was doing a good job of playing dead he thought. He could detect no breathing at all. Nor could he see a twitch or a blink of her eye. Suddenly he happen to see a note on the casket. He took it off an read it:

Happy anniversary love

This is the best gift I can

give you. My love to you

forever,

Paula

He then called out her name loudly and shook but she did not stir. He then pinched her skin as hard as he could, hard enough for anyone to react but she did not winch. He checked her pulse. There was nothing. He concluded that she was dead. He should have felt sad at her lose but he didn't. Instead he was overjoyed that she had given him the ultimate gift for their anniversary. She had died for his pleasure. What a gift her dead corpse was for him. How beautiful she looked lying there in the casket clad in her white wedding dress and bridal veil. She had applied her makeup so perfectly. Her closed eyelids were a deep blue her cheeks a rosy pink, and her sensual mouth a crimson red. Her lovely face was framed by her mass of golden curls that cascaded gently over her shoulders. Damn she was sexy he thought.

He was absolutely mesmerized by her. He lifted up the bridal veil. He stroked her face. It was soft and tender and still warm. He opened her eyes. The blue orbs stared fixedly up at him. He remembered the first time he raised her veil then kissed her soft lips just after the minister pronounced them man and wife. He opened her mouth with his fingers and thrust them inside. He worked them all around, then puled them out. Her mouth stayed opened, He bent down and planted a passionate kiss on her lips. He thrust his exploring tongue passed her teeth and deep into her mouth. As he did this he squeezed her tits really hard. He French kissed her and stroked her for a very long time. When he rose up his cock was rock hard. He removed his clothes. He raised up her bridal dress. Her long nylon covered legs now stuck straight out, clad in white laced stockings and black high heels. He could see her pussy lips through a slit in her little her black laced nylon panties. He raised up her legs and placed them over the sides of the casket. She seemed now to beckon him to come into her.

Without any further ado he climbed into the casket and got on top of her. He entered her and pumped away at her with long deep strokes. He knew beyond doubt that he was experiencing the best sex of his life, fulfilling his fantasy of fucking his dead wife in the satin laced casket with the frilled wedding gown adding the extra dimension. Nothing could ever compare with it. He knew his orgasm was going to be earth shattering and epic. It was at this time that the sleeping pills that had simulated death had begun to ware off. Paula was waking up. She then become aware that her husband was inside her deep and was fucking her with intense passion. Never in their married life had he fucked her with such intensity. She could feel his enormous cock striking against her womb and his balls striking her ass. The sensation was delicious and incredible. She felt her own orgasm coming like a tidal wave. she wanted to respond but she couldn't without ruining it all for him. His tongue made a wet trail over her her neck, shoulders, and face, all her erogenous zones, She was now on fire but she had to lay perfectly still and be totally silent. This was becoming impossible.

She wanted so much to scream out in her passion but all she could do was grimace and grit her teeth. She was losing control of her own body. Uncontrollable spasms shook her violently. Her husband had not detected it as he was too was too busy with his own passion. She looked up at him. His face was contorted and twisted in a grimace as he groaned and sighed. His whole body stiffened and convulsed as he emptied the last of his sperm in her womb. Finally he collapsed on her. Much to her great relief he got up and climbed out of the casket. She knew where he was headed. After sex he always went straight to the shower. She knew he would come back for another go.

She got up out of the casket and straighten up her gown. Then she went into the kitchen and grabbed a little bit to eat. She could hear the shower running. When she heard him step out of the tub she walked into the hall. The bathroom door opened and her husband stepped out with a towel around him. His eyes met hers. Immediately he collapsed onto the floor as if dead. Paula smiled knowing that she had finally given to him the ultimate gift.