An ever deepening well of depravity, that's what!

I checked the still warm body on the bed for any signs of life but in the end, there was no doubt about it; Maureen had murdered Joan from Stores. My wife was standing unsteadily on her feet and violently shaking. She was totally naked, her bust heaving from her exertions in smothering young Joanie. Shaking my head in shocked disbelief, I felt the blood chill in my veins at the sight. I had only one question on my lips:

"Why?"

"She touched my boobs."

"So?"

"I liked it. She was gentle; tender even. She was clearly worshipping my chest, my womanhood, and I loved her for it. I took her in my arms, kissed her and the thrill of holding this vibrant young creature's naked body against my own gave me the greatest erotic lbuzz I've ever experienced in my life. I got her on the bed and lay on top of her. She squirmed so sexily under me I almost orgasmed there and then. But then I remembered the wrongness of what I was doing. I'm a respectable, middle-aged, married woman. I'm not supposed to have those sort of feelings for women. It's wrong. It's dirty. It's evil. I've never had those feelings and sensations before in my life and I suddenly realised that it must be this gawky little she-devil lying under me that must be responsible for my depraved corruption. She started sucking and licking at one of my nipples. The sensation was electrifying, like lightning bolts of ecstatic pleasure surging through me. It was all too overwhelming and yet I craved for more. My cunt was a super-sebsitive, gaping wet, well of lust by now and the feel of Joanie's smooth, soft, belly writhing against it had me surrendering to my newly acquired but totally perverted passions. I grabbed her head and held it steady while I lowered my boob onto her face so as to completely cover it. It was wonderful. I could feel her facial features digging into me; especially her glasses. I felt her mouth open wide and suck my softness into her. She started to struggle because she couldn't breathe but I misunderstood. I thought her struggles meant she was having just as much erotic fun as I was. That's when she bit me, hard. It hurt like hell! Naturally, I disengaged with Joanie but then I saw how red her face had become and that she was having difficulty breathing. I would have tried to help her but then she gave me such an accusing look that it was clear she thought I'd just tried to deliberately kill her. Obviously she'd report this, I'd be arrested, there'd be a trial and my dirty, shameful secret would be revealed to the world. I'd be thrown into prison to become the plaything of every filthy lesbian in the place. I couldn't bare the thought of all the shame and disgrace I'd have to bare. I had to stop her talking so I used a pillow too do so. It didn't take long. I put all my weight into pressing the pillow down on her face and yet I still had time to find the little madam's weakening **** struggles sexy. Oh Simon, I'm so, so sorry. I've destroyed everything."

At this point, she broke down in distraught sobs of pure misery. She looked so wretched that it was impossible for me to feel anything but compassion for her. She was my wife after all. I put a comforting arm around her; right around her until her farside boob was bouncing up and down on my hand as she wept. Maureen didn't notice, she was far too distracted by her strong emotions. I got her sitting on the side of the bed and I sat next to her. Right now, I had Maureen on my left with the top half of Joanie's corpse behind me to my right. I think it must have been at this point that I either caught a dose of my wife's recent taste for sweet depravity or Joanie's wanton disembodied spirit somehow found a way to sneak into my soul. Whichever it was, I was minded to fondle Maureen's heaving bosom with one hand and grope Joanie's dead tits with the other. Both mounds of fatty flesh yielded readily to my manipulations and with her spirit completely crushed, Maureen didn't obtect to what I was doing. Indeed, she put her hand on top of mine and pressed it even deeper into her warm, welcoming softness. Clearly, it was down to me to decide what should happen next. As I saw it, there were only two ways to go; confess all and accept the terrible consequences, or cover everything up and attempt to get away with it. Maureen had already made her views on the subject of jail very clear. She was now completely broken, but maybe I could put her back together in a new and improved way; a less straight laced, less judgemental way; a more tolerant way; a more accepting of the pleasures of the flesh way.

I felt Maureen shiver in my embrace.

"Cold, darling?"

With a deep and weary sigh, she replied "cold as the grave!"

"My dearest Maureen, love of my life, I can fix all this. I can’t guarantee no police, but there'll be no trial or prison for either of us if you let me take charge here. That means obeying me completely; do you understand?"

Maureen looked me straight in the eye for a long moment until the last trace of defiance and resistance in them had died. This was now a time for planning and constructive action but first, I needed to clear my head of all sexual distractions. To achieve this, I needed to cum, bigtime.

Getting up, I stripped myself naked. Next, I lifted the pillow from Joanie's livid, open mouthed face and was amazed to find her glasses still in place, framing her dulling, sightless eyes. I placed the pillow next to Joanie's head, got my wife to lie down beside my ex-lover's corpse. Now woukd come the acid test.

"Open your legs, darling; I need to fuck you. Without a word, my obedient wife complied. She was hot, wet and ready as a result of her romp with Joanie. Penetration was lush and the copulation better than I ever remembered it.

"Did you ever fuck Joanie?" This question came quite right out of the blue in mid-fuck but fortunately, I had an honest ready answer.

"No."

"Well, it's not too late, if you really want to........."