He was known for being lax on performing autopsies so no real autopsy was performed. I was reunited with my parents, girlfriend and my buddies. Mr Wyatt and his daughter Jenna were called home early from their skiiing trip. Reluctantly with much initial guilt and apprehension I attended Mrs. Catherine Wyatt's viewing and funeral. A more beautiful corpse I have never seen and I've enjoyed many beautiful female corpses in my many years in the funeral business. That's right; I became a mortician. EPILOGUE: Another little bit of irony is that Jenna Wyatt did not blame me for her mother's death. After obtaining a pathology degree she returned home. We began dating and fell in love and have been married for over twenty years. She is my partner in the funeral business her father and mother once owned. Jenna is almost an exact copy of her mother Catherine and she is the most beautiful living woman I have ever met. Before we were married I told her what happened the night her mother died. She is the only living person who knows besides me. Jenna enjoys dressing up in her sexiest outfit, having me lay her on the embalming table where I slowly strip her to just her nylons and heels. After lots of foreplay; I carry her to a coffin and fuck her delicious body until we both cum. Every once in a while I get a female "client" whose body is very sexy and in good condition. Jenna likes to watch me fuck them on the embalming table. On a couple of occasions she has enjoyed a handsome young man on the embalming table after we checked to make sure he was really dead. Wouldn't want Jenna to suffer the same fate as her mother did; would we! Just how lucky can a man be to have a wife like Jenna and have made love to a corpse like her mother Catherine? ________________________________________ True story...The first time I saw my wife she was riding a big cock! I was with another girl at a drunken party, it was getting late and we were looking for a room in this big old house to have some privacy and we opened a door thinking the room was empty when in fact my future Mrs (Jane) was impaled on a guy's cock while his hands squeezed her big tits. We were shocked at first and must have stood there for 10/15 seconds, almost hoping that they hadn't seen us before she looked right at me, probably about the time exotic the guy was filling her cunt with spunk. We beat a hasty retreat but I get a hard on thinking about it even now. I didn't see her again that night (me and the girl went back to her place where I fucked her good and hard, mainly thinking about Jane's tits) but saw her the following week in the pub with some other people. She said ''Hello again" and smiled shyly when I looked at her...we got talking and at the end of the night I offered her a 'nightcap' back at mine. She readily agreed and we were soon on my sofa with lips locked together and my hands on her big tits. Our first fuck was on the sofa, she with her skirt pulled up, knickers hanging off one ankle and me still half dressed. We ended up naked in bed and she japanese said "I know what you want you dirty boy, you want me the same way your mate had me last week." as she proceed to push me back and swing her leg over me before sinking down on my cock. My hands found her tits and she ground her clit against me until she came. We spent the rest of the blowjob weekend in bed and after work on Monday we fucked at her place. By the end of the week we had just about moved in there (it was bigger than my place) and were married six months later. She has had other guys since we have been married. We were talking about that first night after a few drinks and she said something like "You like watching don't asian you, I'm sure you wouldn't have been so interested if you hadn't seen me with that other guy'." and it just went from there, she wanted to do it and I wanted to watch. She said that she was worried about it being with someone that she might bump into again/might know someone that knows her so we agreed that on holiday would be best (she is always more turned on when we are abroad anyway, she loves the sun) I booked us a week in Spain and it was unspoken, we both knew why we were going...It made us both very horny, lots of sex in the weeks leading up to it. After we had been there a couple of nights she had found a barman she fancied so I asked him if he wanted to come back to our room for a drink when he finished his shift, saying "My wife really likes you, she'd love to get to know you better." with a heavy wink, making sure he knew what I meant. He gave a big grin and agreed and an hour later we were sitting on our balcony in the warm night air. She was wearing a dress, bra, pants and as I could japan hear some music I pulled her up and started to dance close with her, kissing her and feeling her ass. I motioned to the Spanish guy to get up and passed her to him and he did the same. We passed her between us for a while before I undid the zip on her dress and pulled it off her as I passed her to him. After closing the lid, he said, “Do you like coffee? My pussy blowjob clenched. And here...” He showed Dave how to attach the small spit that would prevent her from spinning while rotating in roasting – a sharp rod into her anus and secured with a screw-clamp to the main rod. Pushing further, her eyes started to bulge as they glistened. "thanks" I said, raising asian my glass and we all japan exotic said cheers, and I thought I'll be the lucky one if this goes according to Susie's plan! Sara took me by the hand and led me into the bathroom. “God no, do you have any idea how long it’s been since I got laid? Why did you humiliate me by letting the dog fuck my brains out? "Whuh? "OH FUCK, LOOK AT 'EM NOW!!!!" she screamed out in a hideous screeching voice as she deliberately leaned way back on her small wooden stool, showing-off for the skinheads japanese and perverts to prove just how far she could stretch and tear the flesh of her bountiful bosoms with nearly two dozen nails now perforating her erotically tattooed titties and big pink nipples. When Alice shifted in her seat, I gave her a slight head shake while mouthing the word “wait.” It would look less like a family affair if someone else besides her mother seconded her motion. She told me. I was dreading going back to the art class on both of the remaining nights.