She died. She fucking died right there on top of him and it happened at what had to be the worst imaginable time. Eric was there, balancing on the edge, just about to make that one ecstatic, beautiful plunge into the very depths of her when she gasped loudly, her eyes went white and she died.
Eric had to think quickly because this wasn't his boss' wife he was fucking, it was his boss', boss', boss' wife and he was on the verge of pumping his DNA either into or all over her dead body. He immediately leaned her toward his right and let her slump onto the bed while he pulled out his cock, locked his hand around it hoping to stem the inevitable and ran into the bathroom.
Standing above the toilet he released his grip, gave himself two quick strokes and then watched his cum splash harmlessly into the water in stream after stream. Only then did he let himself think about the poor old woman lying naked in the bed, the very same bed that the CEO of Eric's company slept in.
She was a nice lady, quite fit for her age and in the three times they met before there was nothing to indicate she would do anything but continue living a long, very sexual life. Hell, tonight she was on the verge of her third orgasm, grinding her clit on him as she held his cock deep in her pussy. Her first orgasm was with his head between her legs, his tongue flicking wildly over her clit while his three fingers worked in and out of her.
Her second orgasm followed shortly as he climbed on top of her, worked his cock in and began a few slow thrusts as she diddled with her clit. Only later, when she pushed him off of her and took control, straddling him as she guided his cock into her, did he let himself go. And now she was dead.
"What do I do now?" Eric wondered. He didn't dare call the authorities, wow, how bad would that be some intern reporting the death of the naked wife of like the head of this monster company. Being fired would be the least of his worries. He had to work out a plan.
He carefully dabbed the last ooze of cum from his cock and dropped the toilet paper into the toilet. Grabbing his underwear, he carefully flushed the toilet, making sure the cottony fabric was between his fingers and the chrome lever. He then stepped back into the bedroom and looked at her face, Mrs. Johan's face... Melissa, he never could get the hang of calling her that.
Damn, the way she had slumped over was incredibly provocative, legs spread, mouth slightly opened with an expression of sheer delight. Eric figured she must have been on the verge of coming too when she... damn, died. Anyway, Eric needed to get busy. He grabbed a towel that was on the bed and walked around the room wiping down any surfaces he might have touched, making a mental note to do this all the way out of the house.
Now what could he do with the body? He had considered trying to dress her, but that was just too risky. Knowing how active her sex life was, Eric figured there were times that she had to address her libido by herself. Why not create a scenario where she died while pleasing herself.
Eric, still holding his underwear, carefully opened a few of her dresser drawers and, sure enough, the third one down contained an impressive array of toys, dildos, vibrators and other sexual paraphernalia. He spotted one near the top, a vibrator with attachments that allow for simultaneous penetration and stimulation of the clit. Wrapping it with his underwear, he pulled it from the drawer and then slowly closed the drawer with his leg.
He walked over to the woman... Mrs. Johan and studied her body. "Now if she had been up on her knees with the vibrator inside her," Eric thought, "then she most likely would have fallen like this when she died." Careful not to move her body further, he reached down, lightly pulled her open and began to insert the vibrator, but then he paused.
"If she died during the throes of her orgasm, she wouldn't be able to turn off the vibrator," Eric whispered. Grabbing the device, he slowly turned it on. The vibrator began to move about, with the portion designed for insertion slowly gyrated as small balls inside it bounced about. The part for the clit vibrated in a gentle fluttering motion. Eric just looked at the device imagining what it might be like to watch a woman do herself with one of these.
"Damn," he moaned, shaking his head and feeling very odd about getting turned on here in front of a dead woman. Leaning forward, he gently worked the vibrator into her pussy and then moved one of her hands over near the device so it would look like she had a hold of it before she... before she died.
Once he had the body positioned, Eric carefully walked around the room picking up his clothing and getting dressed. He studied the bed and Mrs. Johan carefully but it seemed to him that she very well could have been at the point of coming while masturbating with the vibrator and simply died. Stepping into the bathroom, he grabbed a small hand towel, wiped down the surfaces once again and then headed out of her room.
He worked his way through her house, wiping down anything he might have touched on the way in and then slipped out the back door. Climbing into his car, he slowly pulled out of her driveway and drove away. Just before he reached his house, he stopped off at a nearby park and tossed the hand towel into a trash can. He then got back in his car and headed home.
The next morning he woke up and tried to go about his daily life just like he had before he met Mrs. Johan. He made sure he followed every pattern he was accustomed to and did everything he basically did every other day. Eric did pay particular attention to the news but didn't hear anything about her, although he did find out that the CEO was currently out of the country.
Heading home he did feel a pang of guilt, leaving the poor woman's body like that, and now who knows how long it would be before... His thought was interrupted as his cell phone rang. He worked the phone out of his pants pocket and looked at the caller ID. Seeing the name on the phone, he immediate pulled off the roadway, ran one tire up over a curb before screeching to a stop in a parking lot. The call was from Mrs. Johan.
Eric simply stared at the phone as it rang a few more times and then went silent. It took a few moments before he calmed himself enough to think everything through logically. He received a phone call from Mrs. Johan's phone, but "Damn, be sensible," he said to himself. Obviously a friend or maid or something had found her body. Perhaps they picked up her phone, didn't recognize his number and called it to see who she had last called. He remembered getting a call from her just as he was arriving at her house for that final rendezvous.
Eric finally had calmed himself enough to drive home, so he backed out of the parking lot and went straight home. He continued his normal life, noticing a few days later that the news did mention Mrs. Johan's death. Eric learned that apparently Mr. Johan, although CEO of his company, had married into his position and wealth and with Mrs. Johan's death he was bound to inherit a lot of money.
Although a bit perplexed at the irony of it all, how he, a regular employee had, in his own small way, helped the CEO cash in. A week later, when he unexpectedly got a raise he was even more impressed with the irony, impressed until the day he pulled into his driveway and met two police officers waiting for him.
The officers seemed pleasant enough, pleasant but insistent he come with them to the station, where he was escorted into a small room, with a small chair, a table and a mirrored wall. The pleasantries ended shortly after he sat down.
"Eric... may I call you Eric," the officer started.
Eric nodded.
"Eric do you know a Mrs. Johan, a Mrs. Melissa Johan?"
"Yes, she's the wife of my company's CEO."
