In a Wave of Ecstasy

I shivered as I stood in front of the tombstone, feeling the chill of the late evening breeze brush past the bitch's hair, caressing her face. How ironic, being so alive to face my own grave. I had to chuckle at that.

"I can't imagine how it feels," Simon said, standing behind me, his voice low. Was he trying to play nice with the ghost of his dead friend? Put himself in his good graces one last time so he'd leave his girlfriend alone?

"It's fucked up in more ways than you can imagine." I sighed, shaking her head. "My life was just getting good. I had the best slut in the world. I was happy. Or at least I think I was."

The fucker remained silent. I could feel the tension in the air between us. He knew I needed time, but he was still terrified that the girl's mind was going to fuck herself, and him, over.

I knelt down and brushed her fingers against the cold stone. "It could have been worse, right?" I said. "Dying of a stroke balls deep inside her? That's one hell of a way to go, right?" I laughed, and he remained silent. Cuckolding him to the very end, through her lover's mouth. I had no doubt the real John would have loved that.

I turned around to look at him. "So? Now that I'm out of the picture. What would you have her be?"

He seemed to hesitate, weighing his options, probably wondering if I was tricking him, testing him. "Mine, like she was when it was my half of the week. My Ashley." He finally admitted, his voice low, still anxious, still afraid.

"So not so free, heh? You just want her to yourself. Fuck, I don't blame you. She's a sweet piece of ass, and a great fuck."

He stared at me, his jaw clenched, his fists closed, clearly waiting to see where I was going with this.

"I don't know if it's her doing some wishful thinking, or if she genuinely believes it, but I don't think I was totally heartless, you know?" He relaxed a bit, and I could see the hope in his eyes. "Maybe I could have put up more of a fight when you barged in the office asking to have a proper share of her, but I didn't. I let you have it."

"You did."

I stood up and approached him. She was a bit shorter than him, and I had to look up at him as I spoke. I imagined that would make me feel weird, and then it did. "Alright, pal. You win." I sighed. "She's yours." He gasped, his eyes widening, and he grabbed me, pulling me against his chest. "Hey, hey, easy buddy! I'm not gone yet!"

"Sorry!" He said, letting me go, looking down at me with a bright, happy smile. "Thank you, John." He said. "Thank you..."

"Thank your girlfriend for having such a high opinion of me," I scoffed. "Now how about you give me a moment alone with... myself? And I'll be out of her brain. Forever this time."

"Of course..." He said, stepping back. "Of course, yeah... I'll wait by the car."

As he walked away I turned back around to face my grave, sighing. What would the real John do? What would he want? I looked down at myself one more time and raised an eyebrow, Ashley's face smirking. Yeah, that seemed appropriate.

I slipped a hand under her skirt and pulled her panties down her legs. I stepped out of them and carefully placed them on top of the stone, folding them neatly as if I was leaving an offering. Then, I let my fingers, her fingers, slowly travel up her inner thigh. It felt good, touching her like that. I could feel the wetness between her legs, my legs. I moaned and closed her eyes, her body reacting to the touch. I was going to fuck her, one last time, and I was going to enjoy it from both ends. I was going to fuck myself.

My fingers were wet with the bitch's juices, and I could hear the sound of her pussy as I fingered her, the sound of her panting, her moaning. I was going to make her cum. I was going to cum, one last time, and then, I was going to disappear.

My body, her body, was trembling with lust and desire. I could feel her heart beating hard in her chest, her lungs breathing fast. We were working together, her and I, arousing ourselves. She was, in a way, fucking her master, who in return, was fucking his slut one last time. I felt the surge of pleasure in our shared body, and I moaned, biting down on her lips, her eyes still closed, my fingers still working our shared body to orgasm. Soon enough, it exploded in a powerful wave, washing me away.

I shook my head and sighed, my body still tingling with the pleasure. As the haze of the orgasm cleared from my mind, I found myself standing in the middle of a graveyard, my fingers deep inside myself. I looked around, confused, and realized where I was. My eyes landed on John's tombstone, a pair of panties on top of it, his name written in gold. Gone was the lust for him, the absolute loyalty, the sense of devotion. I only felt a detached sadness, a slight feeling of loss. The man had died, and so did the part of me that served him.

I slipped my fingers out of my pussy and looked around, suddenly embarrassed, worried someone might have seen me, and I made my way back towards the parking lot, my heart racing.

"Ashley?" Simon called out from behind his car, and my heart skipped a beat, a smile on my face. I rushed to him, and jumped in his arms. I was his again, and completely.

THE END

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