Sexual Shenanigans of Boris Johnson’s Cabinet: Matt Hancock by Doc Forbin
My wife Gina Coladangelo was a beautiful, tall, brunette who had an insatiable appetite for sex. So what’s the problem say? , My wife Gina Coladangelo was a beautiful, tall, 43 yr old blonde who had an insatiable appetite for sex. So what’s the problem say? Even though I still had the hots for her after 11 years of marriage; I couldn’t keep her satisfied.
I, Oliver Tress, considered myself to be a good lover and she agreed. Nevertheless; she had had numerous affairs and she had left me several times for other guys. She eventually would grow tired of them or the other way around and she would return to me begging for forgiveness and I would always take her back.
Why did I take her back? Because in bed; she could bat your balls right out of the park. You know what I mean. Gina loved to drink and party. It didn’t take much booze to really get her in the mood to fuck and she could be an amazing lover.
Gina was a Marketing & Comms Director at my company, Oliver Bonas and I knew her latest lover was Matt Hancock, the Secretary of State for Health and Social Care. So I wasn’t surprised when she didn’t come home after work one day and still hadn’t shown up when I went to bed that evening around eleven.
I was startled out of sound sleep about 6:40 the next morning by the sound of the phone ringing. Answering it; a friend who was a deputy with the Met Police suggested I come to the old sawmill. He indicated it concerned my wife.
I arrived at the old sawmill as quickly as I could and saw a small crowd of law enforcement and medical personnel gathered around an old white Jaguar parked beside one of the broken down buildings.
The deputy who had called me ran over to try and stop me from coming close to the scene. I told him; “I’ve got to see her no matter what!” So finally he stepped aside.
I walked up closer to the car until I could see inside. Gina’s body, nude except for her sheer stockings and red heels, was lying against some pillows in the big back seat of the Jaguar. Her long shapely legs were splayed wide apart so that her cum-soaked pussy was in full view.
Her naked lover, who I recognized as Matt, was lying beside her with his face on her left breast and his left hand on her right breast. I turned away from the scene and was assisted to a nearby police car to sit down. I felt weak but I also felt angry and hurt that my wife had met her end this way for the entire world to see; finally announcing to everyone that I was nothing more than a cuckold.
I was consoled by the people at the scene and a few minutes after the coroner had arrived and had done his preliminary exam; he came over and told me what he suspected had happened. It was a cold night and my wife’s lover had probably left the car running so they could keep warm.
The car was still running when it was discovered by a couple of teenagers going deer hunting. When they opened it to stop the engine and check on the occupants; one of them became light headed. Based on that the coroner said he suspected carbon monoxide poisoning from a leak in the exhaust system. He would know for sure after further investigation.
After the bodies were removed from the car and placed in morgue bags; the coroner had me positively ID Gina and then my deputy friend drove me home.
Late in the afternoon I was awakened by the coroner at the door; he confirmed his original diagnosis and said he was releasing the bodies for burial. There would be no autopsy since he had determined that their deaths’ were accidental. Gina’s dead lover was a respected member of the community and the sheriff didn’t want to it to be common knowledge that he’d died out of respect for the deceased’s wife, children and grandchildren.
I told the coroner I understood and told him that Wyatt’s Funeral Home would be in charge of Gina’s arrangements.
Later that evening; Mark Wyatt from the funeral home called and I went to the funeral home to make the arrangements. After expressing his regrets concerning Gina; I told him I had a special request and to please hear me out before he replied. I had played golf in a foursome with Mark on several occasions and had heard enough comments from him to know that he took some liberties with his female “clients”.
I also knew that Mark, who was divorced, had the hots for my wife but she was turned off by the fact that he was a mortician. I also had another buddy whose wife had left him and who had commented that he would love to have a piece of that (my wife) if she hadn’t been married.
Well, I know it sounds really strange, but I wanted one more fling with Gina, and I was going to give these guys a chance to join in with me if they wanted it. Gina had been such a slut and loved to fuck so much a couple more lovers wouldn’t matter.
I told Mark of my “party plans” and he was receptive of the idea right away. In fact I had a suspicion that he’d had designs on Gina anyway.
He came up with a few suggestions of his own. He preferred to go ahead and arterially embalm his “lovers” first; he would leave off the orifice plugs until after the “party” was over. Mark would also give her mouth, pussy and asshole a good cleansing and make her up to look and smell nice. After he was done telling me all these things I knew for certain that he’d been planning on his own little party before I suggested it.
Most of you readers will think we were gross, making plans to fuck my dead wife. But you have to believe me when I say that Gina and I had done just about everything sexually, including gangbangs, and bestiality. Necrophilia was the only thing we’d never gotten around to. So now we were going to do the last sexual fantasy left to us.
We decided to have our party around six the next evening. Mark wanted to invite a female friend of his who loved to “play dead”, to attend the party. The idea turned me on like crazy. To find a woman who was going to be as perverted as a bunch of guys was a real find.
I contacted my other buddy and was pleased to learn that he would love to fuck my wife, and it didn’t matter that she was dead. He went along with the whole idea without any protests.
The next day I arrived at the funeral home at about six and gave Mark a short sheer negligee and stockings I wanted Gina dressed in for her party. I waited in the hall for my buddy Jack and shortly after he arrived Mark led us to a big room in the back of the building.
There were two large sleeper couches that were pulled out into a bed and covered by white knit bedspreads. On the one on the left was Gina, clad in the sheer red negligee and sheer black thigh-high stockings with lacy bands on top. She had on the red heels she was wearing when she died.
Gina was posed sitting back against a couple of pillows with her luscious long legs positioned just wide enough apart so that her bush and pussy were visible as you looked up under the negligee. She had never looking sexier!
On the couch to the right was a young blonde dressed in a white nightie, white stockings and white heels. She was positioned in the same pose as Gina and looked mighty sexy lying there. We could see up her nightie to view her blonde bush. But unlike Gina; when Mark touched her on the shoulder she came to life and he introduced her as Nikki.