Kingkee
04-29-2008, 2:47 AM
ACT OF LOVE
“OK, for the last time, are you sure that this is what you want ?”
“Yes, I'm sure, as sure as I can be”
“ I guess this is goodbye then, I love you” and she bent down to give a final kiss to my upturned face. I couldn't move of course. I hadn't been able to do so for several years now as the muscle wasting disease had progressively rendered my limbs useless till I was reduced to breathing and talking now. A lost life with no remission.
My lovely wife had been nurse and carer to a useless husband for several years now as I was reduced to a body on a slab. I now 'lived' on a hydraulic bed frame, strapped to it's foam pad as it tilted and bent to give me some degree of movement. The head support had it's own tilt and turn but I could no longer even control that. So I had decided to end it all, euthanasia, stop the suffering and release my wife to enjoy her life again. We'd tried to find a way to do it legally but no doctor would authorise or assist in any way so we had devised our own method. My wife was going to smother me. By sitting on my face.
It was the ultimate act of love. I had been unable to fulfill my conjugal obligations for a long time now and as well documented, the final act of a dying male body is to ejaculate, a final attempt to live on in it's progeny. So I could satisfy my wife for one last time and partake in the final act with her. It also meant she could claim my insurance, In my weakened state I had died while consumating my marital rights, just bad luck, not suicide. No poison or drugs or bullet or evidence to suggest otherwise and I felt I owed her that much at least after the care she had lavished on me.
“Remember what I said, slowly, I want to enjoy this for as long as I can as well.”
“Okay, slowly, you ready then?”
I took a deep breath “Yep”.
My bed was at it's lowest position, my head level with her knees and I glanced sideways as she lifted her skirt and pulled off her panties. Big soft strong thighs, thighs I'd lain between many a time in the past, buried up to the hilt in her throbbing sex, her legs wrapped around mine. Now those same thighs were going to clamp around my head and end my suffering. I noticed she was wearing stockings as well, fine denier, dark and silky.
She noticed my look. “ You like ?” and she smiled slightly.
“Nice touch”
“Yes, I know how much you like nice clothes so long skirt, petticoat, stockings”
“Only way to go” and I felt a wry smile cross my face even now.
Beside me now, skirt brushing my face. She lifts the soft layers of fabric and slides one silky leg past my head exposing her big beautiful rounded ass above me. Then legs apart she slides my head between those soft thighs and rests back sitting high on my chest the warm flesh of her bum pressed out over my upper body. Head framed in the warm silky gap between her thighs, her bunched skirt held back I take a long last look at her face framed by those two big soft breasts I last fondled long ago. Rounded soft orbs capped by dark aureoles of dimpled flesh that are already erect beneath the tight bra cups. Many a time she has fed me those soft mounds of warm bosom, pressing the nipple deep into my hungry mouth.
Now between her legs she is already wet with anticipation, her musky female smell pervading my senses. She is breathing hesitantly, nervously and her eyes are wide, excited as she looks down at me between her legs, waiting for her to move over me. A slight pause then she slides slowly forward tilting her pelvis up to put her against my lower face, pressed into the forest of curly damp pubes that shield her labia, her love lips. Dress bunched back I can just see past to her eyes, a last look then she drops the petticoat and the long soft dress over me, hides me beneath her in the dim light of her intimacy. Then slowly her pelvis rolls forward pressing the fleshy mound of her vulva out over my mouth. A slow rocking movement, small gyrations parting the warm folds of her cunt lips around my face. The sweet taste, a taste to die for, tangs my tongue, lubricating her slow devouring of me into her sex. Her soft mound parts, spreads it's folds to cover me, envelops me in hot hungry flesh, her dark pubic curls sticking to my skin . I probe forward, plunging my tongue into the tight ring of her vagina, through the hirsute forest, into the rippling tunnel that sucks at it and she moves forward further onto me, burying my nose into the hungry folds as they spread like a mask over my face, hot and sticky with her juices. Her hands reach down, behind my head, pulling me up into her crotch, legs pressing inwards, crushing me into the firm silky covered flesh. Hips thrusting at me beneath her I am losing my fight to breathe, the natural urge to survive failing within those strong nylon covered thighs. My enfeebled body cannot move but in my intimate contact with her as my vision swirls, darkens I feel her climax, a throbbing flush within her as my own erect manhood bursts in a final act and I am gone, ... nothingness.
A white light, the tunnel, the calling ?
Then my vision swims back, her face above me, blurry smiling, calling my name. What's gone wrong? I shouldn't be here. This should all be over, gone.
“There you are”she says looking down.
“But ...”
“Shhh, it's all ok, don't worry. We'll try again later. Wasn't quite right that time”
“But ...”
“I told you, don't worry, we'll try again later' Well keep trying until we get it right. It might take a few times but we'll keep trying” and with that her face changed, a wicked grin across it.
“We'll keep trying, lots more times if we have to ...lots more times, I want to enjoy this for as long as I can as well.”
“OK, for the last time, are you sure that this is what you want ?”
“Yes, I'm sure, as sure as I can be”
“ I guess this is goodbye then, I love you” and she bent down to give a final kiss to my upturned face. I couldn't move of course. I hadn't been able to do so for several years now as the muscle wasting disease had progressively rendered my limbs useless till I was reduced to breathing and talking now. A lost life with no remission.
My lovely wife had been nurse and carer to a useless husband for several years now as I was reduced to a body on a slab. I now 'lived' on a hydraulic bed frame, strapped to it's foam pad as it tilted and bent to give me some degree of movement. The head support had it's own tilt and turn but I could no longer even control that. So I had decided to end it all, euthanasia, stop the suffering and release my wife to enjoy her life again. We'd tried to find a way to do it legally but no doctor would authorise or assist in any way so we had devised our own method. My wife was going to smother me. By sitting on my face.
It was the ultimate act of love. I had been unable to fulfill my conjugal obligations for a long time now and as well documented, the final act of a dying male body is to ejaculate, a final attempt to live on in it's progeny. So I could satisfy my wife for one last time and partake in the final act with her. It also meant she could claim my insurance, In my weakened state I had died while consumating my marital rights, just bad luck, not suicide. No poison or drugs or bullet or evidence to suggest otherwise and I felt I owed her that much at least after the care she had lavished on me.
“Remember what I said, slowly, I want to enjoy this for as long as I can as well.”
“Okay, slowly, you ready then?”
I took a deep breath “Yep”.
My bed was at it's lowest position, my head level with her knees and I glanced sideways as she lifted her skirt and pulled off her panties. Big soft strong thighs, thighs I'd lain between many a time in the past, buried up to the hilt in her throbbing sex, her legs wrapped around mine. Now those same thighs were going to clamp around my head and end my suffering. I noticed she was wearing stockings as well, fine denier, dark and silky.
She noticed my look. “ You like ?” and she smiled slightly.
“Nice touch”
“Yes, I know how much you like nice clothes so long skirt, petticoat, stockings”
“Only way to go” and I felt a wry smile cross my face even now.
Beside me now, skirt brushing my face. She lifts the soft layers of fabric and slides one silky leg past my head exposing her big beautiful rounded ass above me. Then legs apart she slides my head between those soft thighs and rests back sitting high on my chest the warm flesh of her bum pressed out over my upper body. Head framed in the warm silky gap between her thighs, her bunched skirt held back I take a long last look at her face framed by those two big soft breasts I last fondled long ago. Rounded soft orbs capped by dark aureoles of dimpled flesh that are already erect beneath the tight bra cups. Many a time she has fed me those soft mounds of warm bosom, pressing the nipple deep into my hungry mouth.
Now between her legs she is already wet with anticipation, her musky female smell pervading my senses. She is breathing hesitantly, nervously and her eyes are wide, excited as she looks down at me between her legs, waiting for her to move over me. A slight pause then she slides slowly forward tilting her pelvis up to put her against my lower face, pressed into the forest of curly damp pubes that shield her labia, her love lips. Dress bunched back I can just see past to her eyes, a last look then she drops the petticoat and the long soft dress over me, hides me beneath her in the dim light of her intimacy. Then slowly her pelvis rolls forward pressing the fleshy mound of her vulva out over my mouth. A slow rocking movement, small gyrations parting the warm folds of her cunt lips around my face. The sweet taste, a taste to die for, tangs my tongue, lubricating her slow devouring of me into her sex. Her soft mound parts, spreads it's folds to cover me, envelops me in hot hungry flesh, her dark pubic curls sticking to my skin . I probe forward, plunging my tongue into the tight ring of her vagina, through the hirsute forest, into the rippling tunnel that sucks at it and she moves forward further onto me, burying my nose into the hungry folds as they spread like a mask over my face, hot and sticky with her juices. Her hands reach down, behind my head, pulling me up into her crotch, legs pressing inwards, crushing me into the firm silky covered flesh. Hips thrusting at me beneath her I am losing my fight to breathe, the natural urge to survive failing within those strong nylon covered thighs. My enfeebled body cannot move but in my intimate contact with her as my vision swirls, darkens I feel her climax, a throbbing flush within her as my own erect manhood bursts in a final act and I am gone, ... nothingness.
A white light, the tunnel, the calling ?
Then my vision swims back, her face above me, blurry smiling, calling my name. What's gone wrong? I shouldn't be here. This should all be over, gone.
“There you are”she says looking down.
“But ...”
“Shhh, it's all ok, don't worry. We'll try again later. Wasn't quite right that time”
“But ...”
“I told you, don't worry, we'll try again later' Well keep trying until we get it right. It might take a few times but we'll keep trying” and with that her face changed, a wicked grin across it.
“We'll keep trying, lots more times if we have to ...lots more times, I want to enjoy this for as long as I can as well.”