Gripping myself as tight as I can … watching Julie pump fingers inside herself once more, her hand a blur.
“Ooh yes, I want so much to get fucked by two hot studs at once, harder and harder. You can watch them stretch me wide open as they both slam into me until they shoot their loads of cum inside me. Oh, I’m going to love the feeling of them jerking inside me, spurting their cream into my holes.”
I could feel the pressure building up in my balls as I squeezed my prick as hard as I could, pumping it wildly as my balls bounced around underneath.
Images of my wife being aggressively fucked in both holes by other men’s cocks flashed through my head.
My legs trembled and almost gave way as that glorious feeling of release swept over me and my prick started to become sensitive.
I stood there for a few moments with my eyes closed, my hand moving slower now, my breathing returning to normal.
I could feel the wetness on my other hand and looked down to see that I’d caught a huge pool of my own cum. Not surprising that there was so much, given all the unsatisfied arousal I’d experienced that night.
Julie had slowed her movements too, her fingers now casually tracing the contours of her cunt lips, almost absent-mindedly, like she would stroke a pet as it lay in her lap.
I took a slow, deep breath.
“Hand me that towel, Julie, above your head.”
She looked up and reached for the corner of the towel that hung over the side of the shelf above her.
And pulled.
She must have felt the extra weight, I sensed a momentary hesitation, but she had already pulled it too far.
She saw the shape of the hairdryer as it teetered precariously on the edge for a second, unable to make up its mind, before tumbling over, like a graceful diver.
A memorable image from a Stanley Kubrick film struck me then, of a space station majestically floating and spinning in the void to the sound of Strauss’ Blue Danube.
It seemed like I had all the time in the world to watch the train of events as they unfolded.
My eyes followed Julie’s panicked glance at the wall socket where the cable was plugged in.
I watched her grip the sides of the bath in a vain attempt at lifting herself out of the water in time.
I heard the sizzle and crack as the dryer struck, then sank into the water between those lovely, smooth thighs of hers.
Immediately, there was a hissing and bubbling between her legs, as if the heat that her cunt had generated throughout the night, was somehow now releasing itself into the tub and making the bathwater boil and spit.
Julie’s legs gave way and she slipped back into the water, her body jerking and convulsing, back arching, hips thrusting upwards again and again. But they met no resistance this time.
Her hand gripped the side of the bath, fingers curling over the edge and trying to dig in, knuckles turning white with the pressure, just like they had on Dave’s shoulders.
Her head slipped lower, open mouth emitting wet, gurgling sounds until her face was submerged a couple of inches under the water.
My wife’s sweet, red lips gradually pulled back from her teeth in a cruel mockery of a smile of satisfaction as a pearly string of cum gently settled across her mouth.
I retreated from the bathroom step by step, gradually becoming aware of the smell of burnt hair.
In the bedroom, I pulled on a pair of shorts and a Hawaiian shirt – the red one with the big hibiscus flowers, I always feel comfortable in that one, grabbed my keys and a bottle of bourbon and stepped out into the quiet, night air.
The lights were still on around the pool. It seemed like a lifetime ago that I was last there.
His back was towards me as I approached. He was sitting on the edge, dangling his feet in the water. I lowered myself next to him and handed him the bottle of Jack Daniels.
“Is it done?” Dave asked, in that strangely, matter-of-fact manner he has, as he took a gulp of the bourbon.
“It’s done. Where’s your sister?”
“Claudia?” he said, “Back at the cabin packing. We’re leaving tomorrow as planned, remember?”
“You’re sure she’s safe with this? I can’t say I’m one hundred percent about Claudia”
“As safe as me. Anyway, it’s a bit late to be worrying about her now isn’t it? Just remember, she’ll meet you at the bus station next Tuesday at 7pm. You can give her the money then.”
“You sure you trust her with all that cash, Dave?”
“Absolutomundo my friend. Anyway, you have no choice, you won’t be seeing me again.”
I hesitated before I spoke again, “Dave … “
“Yeah, what is it?”
“… I wanted to thank you for tonight. You know, for making her last night so … enjoyable.”
“My pleasure, mate.”
“Was it? A pleasure, I mean?”
“Sure,” he said with a grin, “I always enjoy a good fuck, no matter who it is. But all the time, I knew I was really sticking it to her, about to pay her back for wrecking my sister’s marriage. No offence but your wife is … was, a real bitch, a home wrecker, a selfish cow with no morals and I’m glad to be a part of her timely demise. Sorry to be so blunt but you did ask.”
“Yeah, I know. It’s just that I thought I should make her last few hours happy ones at least.”
“You’re much too nice for your own good, buddy.” He playfully slapped my leg and stood up. “Well, gotta go, good luck.”
I watched Dave leave, then picked up the bottle he’d been drinking from by the neck and strolled back to my cabin.
I found it surprisingly difficult to look at Julie when I was back in the bathroom, so I just placed the bottle on the floor and went to make the call to reception.
It wasn’t foolproof, I knew that, but if worse came to worst, Dave’s fingerprints on the bottle left next to Julie’s bath and the remains of his DNA in her vagina would go a long way towards creating doubt in the mind of any curious police.
My smartest move though, had been to get Dave to check out the hairdryer a couple of days before, on the pretext of checking if it would be lethal if dropped in water.
Sounds stupid, I know, but it was enough to get him to hold it and get his prints on it.
So now, all that was necessary was for me to spend the time until the ambulance arrived in preparing myself. Tears, sobbing, red eyes, I could do all that, I was genuinely upset.
No, I was, truly.
And I would miss Julie, her unbridled sexuality, her joy in living life to the full, her uncanny ability to excite me like no other.
Still, some things can never go unpunished.
(Clayton Long is a pseudonym I use for obvious reasons. My wife’s death was the subject of a short inquest but the coroner returned a verdict of “death by misadventure” so there have been no legal repercussions. I have not seen Dave since that night but his sister Claudia and I now live together. We enjoy an original and stimulating sex life together. In fact, Claudia has recently taken to inventing and telling little stories during our lovemaking. Mostly fantasies about her meeting romantic strangers in bars or on a beach. Insignificant, harmless stuff really … but it does excite me …)