Not So Bad

Jennifer had first been suprised, perhaps even revolted when she first discovered Bill gazing at a picture of a dead girl in a casket and getting a powerful hard-on.

Bill apologized, and explained how long he had necrophiliac fantasies, but thought that they had passed when they had married six months ago. He said he loved her more than anything and did not want to hurt her ever, but that he still had dreams of making love to a beautiful woman's dead body.

Jennifer took the picture and looked at it for a long time. She had been to funerals, but they had always been closed casket. She had never seen anyone laid out in an open casket before, much less a woman near her own age. The woman in the casket was dressed in a white silk dress that looked like a wedding gown. She was surrounded by satin and lace and seemed to be peacefully asleep. She thought to herself, "maybe it would not be so bad".

The next day she asked Bill "Would you like it if I posed like the girl in your picture".

Bill paused a moment, amazed at what he was hearing. Then he smiled. "I love you" he said.

It took some time to get ready. Bill was skilled at woodworking and built the casket himself. Jennifer sewed the satin lining. It always brought her great pleasure to work with Bill on projects, even something strange like this. Working together, it was finished just before Bills birthday. They converted the spare room to look like a funeral parlor, and set the casket on a stand in the middle of the room.

Bill asked Jennifer if she wanted to try it.

She said "no, I have a few more arrangements to make first"

In truth, She had plans for Bill's birthday and wanted it to be really special.

The next day, after Bill had left for work, Jennifer finished the arrangements. She surrounded the casket with flowers and candles. Then she went shopping. She brought a long white gown of fluid, form revealing satin. She bought white silk stockings and satin slippers. She bought a pair of long white gloves.

An hour before Bill was due home, Jennifer slipped into her gown. Then she lit the candles all around the casket. Then she opened the lid of the casket, climbed in, and lay down. Her first thoughts were that this was just too bizarre, even though she loved Bill dearly. But as she lay there, listening to the soft funeral music, smelling the flowers, feeling the cool smooth satin all around, she began to feel so beautiful. "This isn't so bad" she thought to herself.

Bill arrived home. Inside the door was a large poster. "Happy Birthday Bill, follow the arrows to your heart's desire." A series of paper arrows on the floor lead him to the room with the casket.

"Oh my god!" he said as he entered. The room was illuminated only by the candles. There in the center, Jennifer lay in the open casket as if dead. She was dressed in her long satin gown. Her hands, folded at her waist, held a single white rose.

"God you're gorgeous" said Bill

Jennifer openned her eyes and smiled "Happy birthday, Bill" Then closed her eyes and resumed her death-like pose.

Bill gently caressed her face, and ran his fingers through her golden hair. Then he began to gently stroke her breasts which lay firm and round beneath her satin gown. All the while, the swelling grew in his pants. Jennifer lay quietly, forcing herself to remain still, inspite of her own growing arousal. Bill continued to stroke her imagining she was a corpse laid out for burial. Finally, when he could stand it no longer, he dropped his pants, and climbed into the casket on top of his young "dead" wife. He pulled up her dress and thrust into her until he exploded his seed deep into her. Then he collapsed on top of her.

"God that was great! " Bill said when he recovered. Jennifer just smiled and and gave him a long, gentle kiss.

The truth of the matter was, though Jennifer had never thought of it before, she had very much enjoyed playing the role of a dead body. She was already getting aroused before Bill had come home, just by lying here imagining herself dead.

Jennifer often played dead for Bill after that. Sometimes she would lie in the casket, and he would gaze at her until he came in his own pants. Other times they would make love in the casket. For a favorite game, Jennifer would lie somewhere in the house, pretending to be dead. Bill would find her, carry her limp body to the kitchen an lay her on the table. There he would remove her cloths, and make love to her "dead" body. Then he would gently wash her and dress her for "burial". Then he would carry her to the casket and lay her within, carefully arranging her as for burial.

All of this brought Jennifer more pleasure then she ever imagined. Sometimes, when Bill was gone, she would dress herself in a sexy negligee and lie in the casket, imagining it was her wake. She felt so beautiful, all cares were behind her. Ahead was just an eternity of perfect peace. The thought brought her more pleasure than she would ever have imagined.

One day, not long before their anniversary, Jennifer asked Bill if he ever still looked at his picture of the dead girl. Bill said that, yes, he did from time to time. Jennifer's playing dead had been wonderful, but he still sometimes wondered what it would be like to make love to a real dead body.

Suddenly, Jennifer knew exactly what she would give Bill for their anniversary.

The morning of their anniversary, Bill left for work as usual. Jennifer promised him a special treat when he got home. Once he left, Jennifer went to the closet and got out the garment bag containing her wedding gown. She could hardly believe it had been a year since she had dressed in this beautiful gown and walked down the aisle to where Bill stood, waiting for her. She took out the white satin dress and the long viel and laid them on the kitchen table. Then she dressed in the satin gown she had used the first time she ahd laid in the casket, on Bill's birthday.

She sat down at the table and wrote a letter to Bill

Dearest Bill

Happy anniversary!

This year has been more wonderful than I could ever have imagined. I love you so. Here is your anniversary gift. I am sorry that I can give it only once. When you are done, I would like you to dress me in my wedding dress and lay me here again. I have made all the other necessary arrangements with The Dungeness Home. I have arranged for a double plot in Pines Cemetery. They let you do burials yourself there. I would like it very much if you dug the grave and buried me yourself.

You have shown me that death is not an end, but the start of a new and exciting journey. I cannot ask you to come with me, but should you choose to do so, there is another dose of the medication in the bathroom cabinet.

Your eternal Love

Jennifer

There was still six hours before Bill came home. Jennifer hoped that would be sufficient for her to cool to a temperature that Bill would enjoy. She took the letter in one hand and the small bottle of dark liquid in the other. Then she lay in the casket.

"I love you Bill" she whispered. Then raised the bottle to her lips and drank.

For a minute or two she felt nothing. Then she began to feel very sleepy. She felt herself drifting slowly, quietly away. "This isn't so bad" She thought just before the blackness enveloped her.