My wife Ellen and I had just left for our summer vacation. I was just about to exit on to the freeway when I noticed that she was having a heart attack. I had known about her heart condition for years. The doctors had told her it was a structural problem where the heart does not pump blood efficiently. She had been put on a medication that seemed to be working so I had no inkling of her impending death. You can imagine the shock. There was no warning at all until she started struggling for breath and calling out my name.

"Oh Gustave", she yelled out between her gasp. "Oh my God Gustave I don't want to die and leave you. I love you Gustave."

Immediately I pulled the car off to the shoulder of the road. I unbuckled her seatbelt and pulled her over to me. I tried to comfort her as best I could but she was in very bad way. Obviously she needed medical help right away but the nearest hospital was miles away. As I held her she looked helplessly into my eyes. Her breath was coming in gust.

"Oh Gustave help me", she pleaded. "Please I am dying Gustave. Gustave love you. Please I...."

She never said another word to me. A series of violent spasms and convulsions shook her body. After a long and deep sigh her head flopped down my shoulder and she went completely limp. When I raised her head her eyes were rolled up. Right then I knew she was gone. Her last words: "I love you Gustave" would forever ring in my hears. There was nothing I could do. I sat there crying and caressing her as I held her close to me. Over and over I told her how much I loved her. I couldn't get my mind around the fact that she was dead. She had been the love of my life and the center of it for ten years and now suddenly she was gone forever. I was not sure of what to do. I did not want to take her to the hospital. There was nothing that they could do for her except sign a death certificate. What I actually did was not typical.

I resolved to drive her home to have one last fling with her dead corpse. I had just remembered what she had said on our honeymoon when we were in the hotel. She told me with a smile how well hung I was and that she could hardly wait to have me inside her. Indeed we had great sex that night and I found that she was multi orgasmic. For the next ten years the sex was fantastic. But it was not just the sex. Our marriage was a happy one because we loved each other and we trusted each other. We worked as a team and she was always supportive of me in everything I did. I could not even imagine the course of my life without her.

On my way home I had to fight both the traffic and my conflicting and confused thoughts. It all seemed surreal. I could not get my mind around it, my beautiful, vivacious Ellen dead and out of my life forever. She was always so witty and talkative, Now she was so silent and still. Her only movements were the flop of her head when the car hit a bump. She was fixedly staring ahead but it was only a death stare. I thought it a miracle that I was able to get home without an accident. I pulled all the way up in the garage as I did not want anyone to see me carrying m dead wife into the house.

I got out of the car and opened the passenger door. I took Ellen's body out and cradled her gently in my arms. I pushed her hair back from her eyes and softly stroked her still warm face. I kissed her lips and told her how much I loved her as I carried her into the kitchen and into the living room. I sat down in the love sofa and pulled her onto my lap. I held her up close to me and stroked and caressed her. We had often made out that way in that same love seat. Now it was such an unreal experience. I couldn't comprehend that she was just a rotting piece of decaying flesh rather then the beautiful wife I loved. I didn't let that stop me. I laid kisses all over her neck, shoulders and face. I kissed her mouth passionately and ran my fingers through the masses of her blonde curls. I squeezed and caressed her tits through her blouse. I was feeling so many conflicting emotions and sensations of lust, remorse, and sorrow at the same. Tears were flowing down my cheeks as I kissed her and fondled her. I looked into her face. Her open glazed eyes stared back at me. It was so surreal. I closed them telling her to rest in piece.

Without any further ado I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. I laid her down on our queen sized bed. It was the same bed we bought in the first year of our marriage and that we had made love on for the ten years. She looked so alluring and sexy lying there motionless. Those adjustives had never came into my mind in our marriage but I was now seeing her in anew perspective. She was clad in the red and white jumper suit she had put on that morning. She had turned to me smiling and ask me how it looked her on. It was only then that I really observed it. It fit her very tightly for the express purpose of revealing all her feminine assets. It is amazing how much you see that you didn't after someone is gone. I was now noticing a lot of details about her that I had never observed before. She had the most ravishing pair of legs. They were Long and shapely. They seemed to never end as they extended down from her short skirt. Her low cut blouse barely contained her luscious tits that seemed about to burst through the material. What a fool I was not to have noticed such obvious facts. For the first time I was starting to feel more horny than sad. The more I looked at my dead wife's corpse the harder my cock became.

With no further ado I proceeded to undress her. I first removed her blouse. I then unstrapped and removed her bra. Her luscious tits spilled out in all their glory. She had the most wonderful tan. Her tits were lighter then the rest of her skin that marked off her bikini line. It was like I was looking a them for the first time. I reached down and squeezed them and kneaded them like dough. I showered them with kisses and took each one of them into my mouth. I licked my tongue all up and down her torso. I licked her neck, her face, and her ear. She loved it when I did that to her. By now she would have been moaning and sighing but she was as quite as the night. I kissed her dead lips as I ran my fingers through her hair. I reached my arms around her neck as I passionately kissed her. I thrust my tongue deep into her unresponsive mouth. I pushed my exploring tongue against her lifeless tongue. I was now horny enough to extend the foreplay. I moved down and began to to unloosen her skirt. I pulled it down over her shoes and tossed it on the floor.

Except for her high heels she was completely naked. I decided to leave them on. I ran my hands along her nylon covered legs. They were so smooth and silky. I worked my hand up to her thighs. I noticed how her pussy lips jutted up symmetrically around her mound. Right now my hand was at the very entrance of her glory hole. How pretty and enticing it looked but death changed everything. I wondered what she would have been saying had she been alive. She always teased and flattered me with phases like: "Gustave I want your beautiful cock." "Gustave please get it in me I am dying for you." Now she was dead. She would never talk to me again. I realized that I was not going to be making love to my wife. I was going to be making love to myself. The burden of pleasuring me was all on me. In a sense I was going to have to manipulate her dead corpse for my own pleasure. That was not going to be easy with her lying there dead and my soul longing for her touch. I had to reshape mind and my senses to receive pleasure vicariously rather than mutually.

I stood up and removed my clothes. I reached down and spread her legs wide apart. There was to be no more feeling of sorrow and grief. I had to think of her corpse has an object of pleasure rather than it being the remains of my beautiful wife. With no further ado I climbed between her out spread legs. I positioned myself so that my cock was touching her pussy lips. By now I had convinced my brain that she was not going to respond to anything I did to her. My body was now moving ahead of my brain. With one hard thrust I was deep inside her. I began to assume a primitive rhythm as I fucked her with piston like thrust. I had to feel more of her so I moved her legs up around my back and put her arms around my neck. I was surprised at what a firm grip her dead pussy had on my cock. I was no longer wondering if I could achieve and orgasm as I felt the most delicious sensations running through me. I was watching her head flop around and her tits jiggle to each of my thrust into her. My hips were now pumping away at her with increase fury. I could hear the loud sound of my balls slapping her ass and my flesh striking her skin. I looked into her face. She seemed almost alive. God her eyes had come open again. Now it was not so bad. I had nearly forgotten that she was a corpse as I felt a strange intimacy with her. I reached my arms around her back and pulled her up to me as I kissed her passionately. Then I did something I had not done in our marriage. I reached down and inserted my fingers into her A hole and kissed her deeply, my thrusting tongue reaching down into her tonsils. Within moments I came in her. I had never felt such pleasure in an orgasm as I did with my wife's dead corpse. I pulled almost all the way out of her and rammed my cock back in her to the balls. My white cream must have been hitting her dead womb. The tidal wave of pleasure spreading over me was so intense that I screamed out in a torrent of yells, and profanities. Finally I pulled out of her. I then realized that I had the chance to do things to her that I would never have done when she was alive.

I turned her over on her stomach so that her face was in the pillow and her ass was sticking straight up. Of course I had never seen her in such a position and it filled me with intense lust and desire. I moved up right behind her. I wondered what she would have saying now about her about her wonderful Gustave. It really didn't matter. I plunged right into her A hole. I knew she might have been screaming her head off in pain but I had no regard for what she might have done as I was now only satisfying my pure animal desire. Oh what a pleasure it was to be stuffed in my dead wife's wonderful little hole. My sadness had for now been replaced with my pure primal instinct. With absolute fury I plunged in her to my balls. I reached around and played with her tits and pulled her hair. I kissed and licked her shoulders and neck. I could hold back no longer. Within moments I exploded in her. I pounded her relentlessly as I moaned and growled in my pleasure. When I was finished I let her go. She fell forward with her head down on the floor. I then pulled her back on the bed. I was not through with her yet. I wanted even more from her. We were never into any kind of experimental sex but I ventured to push the limits to satisfy my own perversion. I turned her on her back and straddled her. I plunged my cock deep down into her throat. I positioned myself so that I could fuck her gullet with even deeper penetration. No living woman would have allowed such a violation of them let alone my beautiful wife. That didn't matter to me. I was drunk with lust and I was purging my sorrows by getting my rocks off however I could. I loved the feel of her teeth scraping against my cock as I plunged into her. I could see her neck swelling as my long member struck the back of her throat.  I came in her with another intense orgasm. My cum was now oozing out of her pretty dead mouth.  I might have gone on longer but I decided it was time to call the medics.

Before I did I took her into the bathroom and cleaned her with soap and water to make sure that I had cleaned all my sperm out of her. I then took her out and dried her off using a blow dryer to dry out her hair. I then dressed her back up in her clothes. I laid her on the living room sofa. I made up a false narrative in order to deceive the medics.

When they arrived I lied to them about how long ago she had the attack. I was hoping they would not discover that I had very recently penetrated her for fear that I might be accused of raping my own wife. They worked on her for a good while to try to revive her but of course their efforts failed. After a few minutes one of the medics came up and told me what I already knew. My wife was dead. She would be taken to the hospital for the official announcement after which a death certificate would be written out stating the cause of death. She would then be taken to the morgue to be prepared. After they wheeled her away I waited around a reasonable time and then I head out. She had arrived there ahead of me. There in the prep room I saw her sheet covered corpse lying on the gurney. When the mortician uncovered her I saw that she had already been stripped naked. She was lying there so peaceful as if asleep. All kinds of thoughts and emotions were running through my mind. I was afraid that an examination would reveal that she had been raped. The mortician walked over to me and offered his condolences. I thanked him and tuned around and walked out of the room. I only pretended to be leaving. Through a crack in the door I could see everything he was doing. As I looked on he began to stroke and caress my dead wife. I might have rushed in and stopped him but I actually found myself enjoying what he was doing. He bent down and kissed her I and begin to stroke her tits. He didn't stop there. He pulled his cock out and climbed up on the morgue table. He mounted and entered my wife's corpse and began to pump away at her. I found myself mesmerized by the sight and enjoying it immensely. Her whole body was shaking to his thrust and her tits were dancing. I stroked my cock as I watched the erotic scene. I could tell when he came in her. His ass clenched and his body spasmed. I could now see his white sperm running down her legs. He then climbed off of her. I watched him as he casually proceeded to clean his sperm out of her. I should have been furious at him but I was not. I had stood there watching him violate my wife's dead body and even enjoyed it. I was even glad that his sperm had replaced mine making it more difficult to determine who had last penetrated her. When he started the preparing process I turned and walked away.

On my way home a confusing medley of thoughts and emotions invaded my brain. Since she died it was like walking on air. My whole word had been turned upside down and nothing made sense. In every crisis in my life I had Ellen there to comfort and solace me. Now she was dead. I could still not get my mind around that fact. When I walked into the house it seemed so big and empty without her presence to grace it. I could hear her foot steps and her voice in every room. I hated myself for having violated her after her death. Now it seemed worst than cheating on her when she was alive. When I entered our bedroom the first thing I saw was her smiling picture on the dresser. It was hard for me to even look at it. I didn't even know if I could sat through her funeral service which would take place in a few days.

Somehow I brought myself to go. I pulled myself over to the silver casket where my beloved Ellen lay in repose. She never looked more beautiful. She was clad in a sparkling white gown. Her golden mass of curls framed her lovely face. She didn't look dead at al. only sleeping. I reached down and stroked her face. This time it was not from lust but from a pure desire for some kind of connection. It was then that the full reality of her lose hit me and tears welled up in my eyes. I felt like screaming. I stood at there grave site watching the casket go down into the ground. I felt like a big part of me was going down with her. My feet felt numb. I could not even feel the ground. The people standing around seemed unreal. The world was unreal. My only reality, my beautiful Ellen had been taken from me. I had my last look at her. Now she was relegated into my brain as a memory forever. Only her pictures remained as a point of contact.

Walking into the house that was once our home was like walking into a tomb. In it was the haunting ghost of my beloved, her pictures, her footsteps, the sound of her voice, and all my happy memories with her. I walked over to the sofa and sat down. I put my head in my hands. Those hunting last words of hers "I love you Gustave" was still echoing in my ear. Then I screamed out her name. All I heard was the echo of my own voice reverberating through the empty house.