Your dead wife. Turns out she's a meta-dimensional gamer.

Warning: All sex in this story is primarily ****.

On the 121st day after your beloved wife's funeral, you awoke to the chime of a new text message on your phone.

Groggily, you grabbed your phone from the nightstand to take a look. You were instantly fully awake the next second. Your heart started pounding. You rubbed your eyes to make sure you weren't dreaming and looked at your phone again.

It was right there. A text notification saying that you have received a message from... Margot, your deceased wife.

You opened the message to read:

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Morning Sam!

Don't freak out. It's me, Margot. Or rather, the entity who has possessed Margot from birth. I'm really sorry for kicking the bucket so prematurely, my love. It wasn't planned.

I know your temper will be rising as you read this. You probably think this is some cruel prank. I assure you it is not. So take deep breaths and please hear me out.

I was Margot from birth, and I am the Margot you married. I am the Margot you had so many children with. It's kind of what my kind does. We enter a reality and take over a human body. It's basically just entertainment for us. The equivalent of playing an immersive video game in your world.

In case you still have any doubts that I am truly your wife, allow me to reveal to you your deepest and darkest secret.

You're a **** Sam.

That's right. I know everything. I know you **** me when we first met at that college party when we were 18 and that you took my virginity on that dirty bed in that frat house. I know you've been drugging me at least once a week after we started dating and you would climb into my room to have your way with me for hours in my own bed, while my parents were in the house.

I know that you soon started drugging and swapping me with other **** girlfriends of your **** buddies. I know that you knocked me out with your poison right after our wedding ceremony and got all of your buddies to run a train on me in our honeymoon suite while I was still wearing my wedding dress.

I know that you mostly fake it whenever we have sex normally, that throughout our marriage, you could only truly get your rocks off when you **** me **** and ravished me while I was helpless and defenseless. I know that that is precisely how each and every one of our children were conceived.

I know that you would knock me out with **** and tie me spread eagle to our marital bed at least once a couple of months and invite strangers into our home to have their way with me for days on end. I know how you would take me on a drive, slip me a **** drink, and then drop me off at the homeless shelter, or the youth's sports center, or the trucker stop restrooms, to be royally gang-banged.

Heck, I know you've started charging $20 a shot in my pussy, ass, or mouth, and that you've saved up quite a nest egg over the years from the proceeds of selling my tight holes.

I know EVERYTHING, my horny, perverted, depraved little goblin. So it's only fair you know a little something about me.

I LOVED every second of it.

My god, now that's what I call a good game. What a rush. I loved it so much that I paid to preserve your universe to add to my collection. Normally, once a player from my realm is done playing, the game universe would be destroyed. Thanks to you, I'm now going to let it run its course on my mantle.

So in a way, my rapey matey, you just saved the world and the universe. I do hope you can be proud of that, in case you are ever plagued by guilt in the future.

By now, I think you're starting to believe. Some of the little things that didn't make much sense during our years together must be in much clearer light now.

Like how I never seem to notice I've been ****, regardless of how rough and brutal you and the men you delivered me to would treat my body. Heck, I've been slapped around, whipped, punched, fucked with baseball bats, and had cigarettes put out on my tits. Surely you've wondered at one point how I would always wake up without feeling sore? Or how my abused, bruised, and battered body would just return to being flawless and perfect after just several hours of sleep?

No? Well how about your rapey cock? How many people do you know who experienced a sudden dick growth spurt naturally in their adulthood? You were a pretty normal 5 inches when we first met. Now you've got that fat 10 inch club in your pants to go to town in my ass while I snore.

Still unconvinced? Well, how about the fact that I never seem to age past my mid 20s? Ever wondered how my pussy and ass remain tight, sweet, and pink despite decades of ****? Also, we've both never seen the inside of a gym, so how were we always so physically perfect? Especially with the amount of pizza you gorge, hmmmm?

And perhaps the biggest tell of all, how do you think you've been getting away with all that you have done over the years? How has no one caught on? How are you not in jail?

That's right my darling husband. It's all because of me. I own this universe. I can change it.

And I have changed it.

You see, I wanted to give you a fitting reward, my predatory NPC husband. Even while we were married, I've noticed that your thoughts often strayed. You often fantasized of **** almost every woman you've come across. Friends, colleagues....

Even family....

Heh, oh the things you've dreamed of doing to those closest to you... You wouldn't know, but I had a habit of reading your dirty fantasies while you slept beside me and getting myself off with my fingers to your filthy, filthy, FILTHYYYY mind. In a way, that's how I violate you! Hahaa.

So anyways, I know that you've been too distraught by my passing to notice the changes I have made, but I've made some tweaks to turn the world into your personal **** playground.

Chiefly among them:

1. You can turn off or lower anyone's consciousness. There are different degrees to this, ranging from being dead-comatose-asleep, to being a soulless-marionette-puppet-doll, to being heavily drunk-like-impaired, or high-on-****-incapacitation. You can turn their consciousness back on anytime, but if you don't, the effect lasts about six hours before they regain consciousness automatically.

2. While ****, your targets can still be sexually stimulated. In fact, they would be much easier to arouse due to lower inhibitions. Their bodies can still feel pleasure and will respond accordingly. They'll be pretty numb to pain however. Also, subsequent repeated arousal in an **** state will carve the pleasure into their bodies down to their bones. Their bodies will remember the pleasure you deal, even if their minds won't.

3. While your targets are ****, their body's recovery and regeneration will be enhanced. All wounds and marks will heal quickly and flawlessly. Please note that this does not mean that they are immortal. Serious injury will still lead to ****.

4. Upon awakening from the **** state which you invoked, your targets will feel refreshed and energized, as if having taken a good, solid nap. For the next several hours, they will ignore any ill-effects sustained during unconsciousness or evidence that they have been assaulted. Even if they wake up with cum leaking from their pussy and ass, they will deal with it like one would with any embarrassing bodily accidents. They won't suspect a thing of your involvement, even if you're standing nearby with your dick out. They'll probably still react as anyone would to a stranger with his dick out, so beware. But my point is, the notion that they've been **** would be non-existent in their minds. It's like the concept of **** is on a cooldown timer for them. After about 5-6 hours, this mental block will dissipate, but their memory of the past 6 hours or so will remain fuzzy.

5. I have improved your stamina, libido, and sexual recovery. You can **** non-stop for weeks without any ill-effects. You'll probably be famished though. You also fully control your cum's potency. You won't get anyone pregnant by default, but when you wish to do so, you'll be able to knock up any woman. You'll trigger ovulation even on a woman's safe day. Even old, shriveled up ovaries will be rejuvenated to release eggs when you send your seed out with the willful intent to impregnate.

6. Oh, and just in case you need something else other than being the literal savior of the universe to not feel guilty about your rapey inclinations, here's another good one. Your cum is now an elixir of health and youth. Ingesting or receiving your cum rectally or vaginally will cure a person of any ailment and restore their health. Furthermore, it promotes and elevates youth, beauty, fitness, and sexuality of the receiver. Basically what this means is, if you **** a fugly chick long enough, you're gonna turn her into a supermodel. So remember my husband, if life ever makes you feel that you are just a downright evil monster for doing what you love, just go **** a terminal cancer patient and turn her into the next Beyonce.

I think that's all of it, darling. If I do think of anything else, I'll text you.

And please stop grieving for me, honey. **** on your world means nothing to me. I'm already on my next game in a new universe.

Go have fun!

With love, your very totally, thoroughly, extremely well-**** wife,

Margot

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