No minors, no one under eighteen allowed, this is fantasy, any resemblance to anyone is purely ridiculous. Try to be nice in your comments, please.
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My neighbor lost her husband a couple of years ago. Massive coronary, right in the middle of...well let's just say he died with his boots on.
The rescue guys and the cops, I guess they have seen it all, 'cause I heard em talking and giggling. There is no reason to laugh at a man's death.
The man was a great grandfather, a hero in the war many years ago, a volunteer, and a pillar of the community. To pass away in the middle of sex...well it was unfortunate, but it shouldn't make the poor man the object of ridicule.
"Hey, you guys shouldn't be talking about Sam like that! He was a good man."
"Sir, we meant no disrespect. I know he was a great guy. We were only discussing the situation...of his ahh...passing." Said the one EMT.
"Truth be told, we made the comment that both of us feel like, well... When our time comes, that is definitely the way we want to leave this earth." Said the second man.
"In the embrace of a beautiful woman. What a perfect way to go! No, we meant no disrespect, more like... Well, I guess you could say admiration. He definitely went out on a high note!"
"He came and went at the same time! That lucky son of a bitch! That's definitely the way to go! I mean, when it's your time, it's your time, but Sam Thompson... That man went out in style! Hey, you aren't going to say anything to anyone about this, are you?"
"HELL NO. Sam was a good friend. I'll take this secret to my grave. I'm not even going to tell my darling wife, 'cause then it might as well be front page news. She's better than CNN for the distribution of gossip. I better not hear it from you guys either! That man deserves his respect. He earned it."
"We are never going to say a word. We are both veterans, and I spoke with the cops, they are not speaking either. The only other two are the ME from the coroner's office, and the photographer, and he got there late, so the missus was already out of the bed, and the cops had hid the restraints and the toys and stuff. Both cops are vets as well. I think his secret is safe. You were in the service too?"
"Yeah, I was a Jarhead. But even if I wasn't, I think we all owe this guy some respect."
"Yes. Respect and admiration"
"Where is Margaret?"
"The widow? She's in the kitchen with a priest. That guy had remarkable timing. I don't know if he got the last rites in pre- or post mortem, but he was here before anybody else. He even beat the cops here."
"He's the one that called 911. The wife was a bit, uhh you know tied up!" I couldn't help it. We all giggled a bit. I'm going to have to confess that sin for sure.
"How did he know to go in the house?" I asked aloud.
"I think the wife was yelling out the window, or screaming. She is definitely going to need some therapy. She was trapped under him for about an hour."
"Wait, the priest shows up out of nowhere, calls 911. And he DOESN'T UNTIE THE WIFE UNDERNEATH THE HUSBAND? Something's fucked up there."
"He couldn't release her. She had handcuffs on hands and feet! The cops had keys, thank God. I imagine it's going to be a while before she sleeps in that bed."
"If ever! If it were me, time for a new bed! Remember sir-"
"- I am Robert Zimmerman. I know, mum 's the word. Do not say anything around my wife. That's her over there. Her name is Faye. Ok guys, Agreed?"
"Yes sir!"
"Absolutely!"
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It was a lovely funeral, if you could call any funeral lovely. It was pouring down rain, but they had erected a couple of big tents. The local VFW guys made damn sure he got full military honors. I was even dressed up in my sea scout uniform, I was a pallbearer. I had known the man about a million years, at least I remember him from when I was a teenager...
Yes, back in the day, right when I turned eighteen, I had just enlisted, I guess him and his wife were twenty something, maybe thirty. I think her name was Marge or Margaret or something like that. She was absolutely ravishing, brilliant red hair, green eyes and and hourglass figure. Her chest was big enough for two women, and her ass was just... The woman was just BUILT. Sam was a very lucky man.
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Time moved on, I got out of the service, met and married a wonderful woman. Faye is the love of my life, and we have been married for many, many lovely years. She was one of those lucky women who managed to maintain her hourglass shape, and as far as I knew the only thing she did was yoga three times a week, and long walks with her husband, me!
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There was my wife, holding Margaret, sobbing on her. I went over and held them both in a giant bear hug. I went to let go, Marge said, "Robert, don't let go yet, I need hugs. Thank you for all your help." I held them some more. Marge wept, and so did my wife.
The day of the funeral, I had removed the bed, and purchased another one like it. I had the installation guys take care of it quietly, while everyone was at the service and the gravesite. They did a good job, no muss, no fuss.
My wife had asked why I did it.
"Honey, he was dead in that bed. I'm pretty damn sure Marge wants it gone... Can you help me with the bedding? You are smart about that stuff." I had no clue about that sort of thing. That's why husbands have smart wives.
"You are so right Robert. I had not thought about that! I'll get the new bedding, you assemble the bed. Get rid of the old one."
"I already had the bed installed and the old bed hauled away, the new bed just awaits your touch honey!" She was surprised. Then she surprised me.
"Marge is staying with us for a couple of days. She is very fragile right now. That is ok right?"
"Of course! Hey, what about the grown children?"
"All of them have begged her to come and live with them. But you know what it's like. They all have kids of their own. She would be couch surfing, and she isn't up for it right now."
"Sure, I understand."
"Robert. Uhhh...she has asked one request. I told her I would ask you first. Well, um, ahh... She wants to sleep with us."
"SLEEP with us?"
"No, no. Lower your voice. I mean sleep with us. She is going to have nightmares, and she doesn't want to be alone in that house. Are you ok with this or not?"
"You want me to use the spare bedroom or the sofa?"
"She wants to be between us, for comfort. You know, for us to hold her. Get your dirty mind out of the gutter. She said she trusts you."
"You know me too well Faye. I can't help it, I'm a man! My dirty mind lives in the gutter. But you thought it first, you dirty girl you! You are right there with me! Ha! I'm gonna have to spank you again for such dirty naughty, nasty thoughts."
"You are the best Robert! You tell me to, and I'll blow you right here and now, my husband and Master. Are you going to fuck her?"
