Snow White X

Snow White X

by Rebelwritr

Halfway up the stairs to the bedroom, I was already hard. Dressed in my best suit, holding a bouquet of roses, I was about to have sex with my beautiful dead wife. Okay, before you get totally freaked out, let me admit: Wendy wasn’t really dead. Where the fantasy had originated, she couldn’t really say, but she suspected it was connected to the fairy-tale of Snow White and the poisoned apple. She’d had a picture book of the story and the accompanying illustration of the pretty girl lying cold and white waiting for her Prince Charming had imprinted itself on her sexual consciousness as these early influences are wont to do. But, in Wendy’s case, Snow White didn’t wake up, but remained in her suspended allure forever.

The bedroom was alit with at least a dozen flickering candles. On the CD player, a classical piece was playing softly. Wendy was lying in the middle of the bed, dressed in a white sheath dress, hands crossed demurely over her breasts. Because this was her funeral, she was wearing a pair of dressy sandals. I could see that she’d gotten a fresh pedicure and manicure for the occasion and lightly made-up her face. She looked so peaceful and beautiful lying there, so vulnerable and remote all at once, that I could almost believe that she really was dead.

Dead…and damn sexy!

“Oh Wendy,” I said, “I can’t believe it. You’re really dead. You were so young…” I know that my wife needed to hear these words to set the tone for the fantasy and what was to come. I knelt by the side of the bed and pretended to pray. “Honey, you look so beautiful. Everyone says so. Even Julie and Tammy and you know how bitchy they can be. Dammit, you almost look like you’re only sleeping, like you’ll wake up at any moment. God, I love you so much. I’m going to miss you so badly.”

In the golden candlelight, my wife’s features didn’t flinch. She really did make the perfect corpse.

“Hey, I brought you some flowers…baby roses…your favorite.”

I stood up and, leaning over the bed, laid the flowers on my wife’s breast, carefully unfolding and refolding her hands over the bouquet. Inspired, I pinched off a couple of blooms.

“I want to decorate you sweetheart.”

I placed a rose in her hair behind each of her ears and kissed her lightly on her cool, unresponsive lips. I looked down at her perfectly composed features—the high cheekbones, the small rounded chin, the almond eyes that looked large even when closed—and my hand went involuntarily to the hard-on inside my pants. I felt a flash of habitual embarrassment at touching myself in front of someone else until I realized that I had no reason to feel any shame. After all, since Wendy was no longer among the living, I was all alone here, wasn’t I? I unzipped my pants and took out my dick, rubbing it slowly, imagining cumming right on my wife’s beautiful face. Would he even flinch? I forced myself to stop stroking myself. There was so much more to do.

I walked around to the end of the bed and one after the other slipped Wendy’s elegant high-heeled sandals from her delicate feet.

“I want to make you more comfortable, dear. Besides, Tammy said something about wanting these shoes.  I didn’t think you’d mind. You won’t be needing them, after all.”

As I took off her sandals, I kissed each of her pretty feet in turn before laying it carefully back down on the bed. Then I placed another of the roses I’d pinched from the bouquet between the first and second plump perfect toe of each foot. The red of the roses seemed to match her toenail polish perfectly.

Now that I was finished “decorating” her, it was time to make love to my wife for the last time. 

“I just have to fuck you Wendy. I can’t let them put you in the dark ground forever without cumming inside you one last time.”

Throughout all of this, Wendy betrayed not a flicker of life. She’d even managed to still her breathing to an intermittent and practically imperceptible rise-and-fall of her chest that could easily be explained as a trick of the flickering candlelight. I took a bare ankle in each hand and gently parted my wife’s pretty legs. I could see her trimmed and naked pussy.

“Oh Wendy, you naughty girl. You’re going to be buried without your panties. Who’s idea was that, anyway? And at the viewing, no less…lying there on display in front of our family and friends, in front of your boss, in front of your dad and his buddies. What would they say, if they knew?”

If Wendy were blushing, I couldn’t tell. I’d stripped off my pants and suit jacket in the meantime. I worked off my tie and shucked off my button-down shirt. My wife lie there on the bed…which was now her “coffin”…with her legs obscenely spread, her pussy exposed.

“Maybe,” I said, breathing hard with my own excitement as my socks and underwear came off, “you want us all to fuck your pretty corpse?”

Was that a slight catch of excitement that I heard in Wendy’s barely perceptible breath?

“Look,” I said, and then corrected myself. “Oh I’m sorry, sweetie. Of course you can’t see anything anymore. So I’ll have to tell you. There’s a tube of lubricant and a vibrator on the table. I guess the funeral director must have left them out just in case anyone wanted to have a little fun with you.”

I walked around to the night table and picked up the tube of KY jelly and Wendy’s favorite anal dildo. Then I joined my wife on the bed, lying beside her, stroking the insides of her soft thighs. I worked the hem of her white dress up over her thighs. Then I slipped an arm under her back and easily lifted her petite body up, pulling the dress over her waist, exposing her completely.

“No dignity for the dead,” I said, smiling down at her. Her composed features almost made it look like she was smiling back. “I can do whatever I want to you now. Anyone can.”

I squeezed some lubricant into my hand, warmed it, and gently lubed her tight rosy asshole. She didn’t offer the least resistance to the intrusion of my greased fingers and none either to the vibrating dildo, which slipped easily into her rectum a moment later.

Was that an involuntary tremor of pleasure that passed through Wendy’s beautiful body? I was certain of it. But still, I told her, “The dildo in your ass will give you the illusion of life while I’m fucking you, my darling.”

I reached down between her legs and fingered her pussy. “Hmmm…What is this?” I inquired rhetorically, feeling the considerable moisture. I leisurely ran my finger along the lips of her swollen pussy, inserted the tip, and rubbed her clitoris. I could feel the vibrator in her asshole through the walls of her vagina. She was soaking wet now. I took my finger from her pussy. Was that a little moan I heard? I shrugged, “Oh honey, it must be the embalming fluid leaking out of you. Poor baby.”

I teased my way up to Wendy’s breasts, playing my fingers along her soft compliant flesh. I slid the dress off her shoulders and freed her tits, small, perky, capped with mocha-colored aureoles. I fondled her tits, played with her nipples, watching them harden.

“Even dead,” I said, “you’re such a shameless slut.”

I leaned forward and took one tit into my mouth and sucked while sliding my finger back into her pussy. If I laid my head against her chest, I’m sure I’d hear my wife’s heart racing with excitement. For that matter, mine was, too.

“I’m going to fuck you now Wendy. I can’t resist any longer. I know you really want it, too.”

I turned Wendy onto her tummy. She flopped over like a ragdoll. Then I pulled one of the pillows under her hips to raise her perfect little tush into the air. Lying there in her ruined dress, roses crushed into her hair and between her pretty toes, she looked irresistibly violated. With my hands planted on either side of her shoulders, I slid effortlessly up to my balls inside her sopping wet pussy on the very first stroke. Immediately, I began fucking Wendy in earnest. Her body, completely submissive beneath mine, lurched forward with my thrusts, pulled back when I pulled back.  Her pretty face ground into the bed. Her pussy juices trickled into my pubic hair, soaking them, and my thrusts made loud squelching noises. I was determined to make this last as long as I could; after all, it had to last me for all eternity! Holding back wasn’t going to be easy. The vibrator in Wendy’s ass was doing its just job—and, what’s more, I could feel it tickling my prostate through the thin walls of my wife’s cunt, urging me to release my load into the pretty “corpse” beneath me. But I could sense that Wendy wasn’t quite ready to enter “heaven” just yet.

Reaching around to take one of her little titties in hand, I squeezed the nipple and leaned over her limp body, whispering directly into her ear.

“When I’m done having fun with you, honey, I’m going to invite Bill in to fuck your body. I know how he’s always had a crush on you.” It was true. Bill was a business colleague of my wife’s whose subtle flirtations Wendy always playfully diverted, but encouraged all the same. Over the years, he’d made it clear that if Wendy were amenable to the idea, he’d initiate an affair in a heartbeat. “Well now I guess it doesn’t matter if he fucks you. I suppose I can let him have his turn with you before you’re buried. Would you like that honey? Oh darling, I do believe you would. It’s almost as if I can feel you coming alive at the very thought.”

Even “dead,” Wendy couldn’t suppress the little convulsions traversing her vaginal walls and gripping my cock. I paused a moment to catch my breath.

“And Paul, too,” I said, naming an old school friend of Wendy’s, as well as a couple of  other male friends of ours that I knew she rather fancied. “I’m sure they’d all like to give you one last send-off fuck.” I was close to cumming, so close even one last thrust could send me over the edge. I could tell Wendy was close, too. Christ, if I didn’t cum soon, I felt like I would to die. I had to say the next part quickly. “And Susan,” I said, naming Wendy’s openly lesbian boss, “she’s been practically creaming in her panties all these years for a chance with you. I’m sure she’d love to have you alone and defenseless like this at long last…”

That did it. Wendy gasped and “came to life,” slamming her smooth impaled ass against me as I cleaved her pussy with my cock. This was no corpse thrashing beneath me now, but my sexy triple x-rated Snow White come back to raunchy life, after all. And as we came together in one single, sweaty, breathless mutual orgasm, we proved once again that you definitely didn’t have to die to experience paradise.