�Thanks for all the help, Mark. � Mrs. Neal commented once they were back in the kitchen.
�Don�t mention it. � Mark McGovern said.
�No really, you always help me out when Jim is away. There must be something I can do to make it up to you. �
�It�s fine. � he answered back.
But Darcy Neal was insistent. �There must be something I can do for you. �
The tone of Mrs. Neal voice indicated that she was offering herself. He looked at the cute blonde in her white fleece mini dress and found her incredibly seductive, and precious.
�All right, Darcy. I�ll tell you what... �
�Tell me, Mark, please!� the blonde sighed.
�You let me make you cum in that cute outfit, right here in the kitchen, right now. Let me massage you until you wet your panties, gasping in ecstasy. Then we�ll call it even. �
�Sounds like I�m still getting the best of it. � Darcy Neal replied. �First let me get some wine. �
�Here�s to settling debts. � Mrs. Neal toasted. �To settling debts, Mrs. Neal. � he replied.
Darcy understood his point of emphasizing the word �Mrs. � He was going to make another man�s wife cum. Well, that was fine with this wife. Taking his hand, Darcy pressed it against her thigh and pulled it up to her panties. As she did, she kissed him.
�My married panties are dry now, make me wet them. �
Mark McGovern embraced Mrs. Neal and began to kiss her lips and neck as he pressed her against the counter. Slowly he began to massage the blonde wife. First pressing his hand against her white fleece mini dress. Next he slipped his hand beneath her dress and touched her white cotton panties and continued to work her.
Slowly Darcy grew more excited and began to writhe and sigh in pleasure.
As he massaged her he told Darcy how precious, cute, exciting, provocative, and sexy she was. He told her how all of the men in the neighborhood thought she was the most beautiful of the women in the neighborhood and how they all wanted her.
�It�s an honor to be the one to touch you. � he said.
�Well, you�ve earned me. � Darcy Neal whispered.
He now stood behind Darcy and held her tightly as he worked her. Darcy squirmed in excitement.
�At a girl, Mrs. Neal, wet those panties. Soak them good!�
�Oh God this is wonderful!� Darcy Neal gasped. �Please, please, I can�t stand anymore, let me down. �
�Not yet Mrs. Neal, not yet. Not until you�re ready to cum in your Keds, not until your panties are soaked. �
The precious blonde wife writhed in her Keds, excited, gasping. Finally, she had no strength left. �Let this wife cum on her knees!�
Mark allowed Darcy down to her knees and then allowed her to bend over on her arms.
�Tell me how much you want to cum in your Keds. �
�Desperately! Please, please!� Darcy begged.
�Oh God, make this wife cum in her white canvass Keds!� Darcy Neal pleaded.
Finally, Darcy gasped and froze in exquisite passion, then bucked and writhed as she had an intense orgasm. When it finally ended she collapsed face down on the kitchen floor, exhausted and satisfied.
He rolled Darcy Neal onto her back and looked at the precious blonde laying on the kitchen floor in her white fleece mini dress, white socks, and white canvass Keds.
�Oh Mark, that was incredible. That�s what I�ve wanted for so long. Mark, please, make me cum again as you fill me with your cum! Please!�
�Where would you like to make love?� He asked the cute wife as he kissed her.
�In my bed, where I belong. Where a wife is supposed to have her orgasm. �
He kissed Darcy Neal and then pulled her to her feet. Taking her by the hand he started walking from the kitchen.
�Wait. � Darcy said. �A man is supposed to carry the wife he�s about to make love to for the first time across the threshold, at least the threshold of the bedroom. �
�But you�re not my wife. �
�We both know that we both would rather that the rings on my finger were put there by you; that I was your wife. So, carry your wife, Darcy, to her bed and make love with her. �
Picking Darcy Neal up, he carried her into the bedroom and laid her gently on the bed.
Running his hand from the top of her white socks to her thigh, he looked at Mrs. Neal and commented,
�You�re a princess, Darcy. You deserve to be worshipped and pampered. �
�Then pamper me, tie my Keds as tight as you can!�
He pulled the laces and started to tie them.
�Tighter, please tie them tighter. I want them to hurt!�
Holding the laces, he pulled them as taught as he could and tied them. With the thick white socks Darcy was wearing and the Keds that were probably too small to start with, they were quite tight.
�Oh, yes!� she purred.
Mrs. Neal lay on her back, her panties removed, her legs spread slightly.
�Please!� she whispered.
Gently he finally entered the precious blonde wife.
Darcy lay on her back on the bed, finally satiated, her womb filled his cum. He�d made love to her several times. Each time, Darcy experienced a writhing, gasping orgasm. Mrs. Neal had never had such orgasms and he had never made a woman so excited.
�You know, now that I�m full of your cum, you�re going to have to kill me. �
�What are you talking about?�
�What I really want is to be your wife, to have you make me wet my panties, make me cum every day. Actually, that�s all I want. But we both know that can�t happen. So, I�ll settle for the ultimate orgasm a woman can have � to die an erotic death at the hands of her lover. �
�You�ve thought about this? You�ve fantasized about being killed?�
�All women have, some more than others. Some play games with their husbands or lovers, some are lucky enough to find someone who will actually do it. �
�I can�t have you next door and not be able to have you. It will be too much of a temptation, too much agony wanting you and not being able to have you. And without you as my husband, I have no desire to be a wife. � Darcy Neal confessed.
�Besides, it will add a little excitement to the neighborhood; a housewife from a quiet upscale neighborhood, found in dead in her Keds. Think about all those cocktail parties when the topic of conversation will be how tragic it was that Darcy was killed; how shocking it was that such a thing could happen here; how young and innocent she was. �
�The women will all gossip about what it�s like to be attacked, fight and die in Keds; the men will speculate what it would be like to kill a wife in her Keds. But you�ll really know, you�ll know how and why this wife died in her Keds; you�ll know what it�s like to kill a wife in her Keds. �
�I will live on for eternity as the topic of gossip. Every time there�s a party, they�ll remember Darcy Neal, the cute blonde killed in her home. And you, my prince, will get a hard on thinking about today. You�ll know that your cum is deep inside me, that your love is deep inside your wife, for eternity. �
�It�s best this way. We�ll have had our fantasy, being husband and wife and sharing a bed. You�ve had what you wanted � me � Mrs. Darcy Neal � another man�s wife � you�ve made me cum, you�ve made me beg you to take me, you�ve filled me with your cum. I�ve had what I�ve wanted � you � Mr. Mark McGovern � another wife�s husband; and I�ll have punished my husband. �
�What do you want to punish George for?�
�He never made me cum the way you did. He really likes this dress and the Keds but I never wet my panties like today. When he finds me in the dress and my Keds, he�ll think it was his fault that I was alone, unprotected, defenseless in a cute outfit; a young wife free for the taking. �
�I want to die with your cum in me, I want to die with my panties wet from our excitement. �
�My death will be my punishment for having betrayed my husband, for offering myself to you. My death will also be your punishment, as you will never have the opportunity to touch me again, to make me come the way you have. �
�When you see me at the funeral, think about the fact that deep inside me is your load of cum. Think about the fact that as my last wish, you made me wet my panties. �
�How do you want to die, Darcy?�
�It has to look like an assault. Take the strap from my purse and strangle me. They�ll think I was raped and strangled during a robbery. No one will ask questions, no one will know what really happened. �
�Are you sure about this?�
�Yes!� Darcy Neal said convincingly.
�I have to fight. I have to struggle. It�s better that way � for both of us. Just keep the strap tight until I�m dead in my Keds. Please, promise me two things. �
�Anything. �
�Kill me with the same passion you made love to me and drove me to my orgasm. Remember, you�re killing the wife of another man, a wife whose panties you made her wet, a wife who carries you cum for eternity. It�s something to be enjoyed, it�s something exciting; like hunting. You�ve taken the prey down, and when I�m dead on the floor in my short white dress and Keds, you can consider me mounted. Consider it a challenge; if you do it right, I�ll come as it ends. I will die with my panties wet again. �
�And what else?�
�Before you leave me, kiss me good bye and squeeze my panties one last time. �
�All right. I�ll do as you ask. But, I want to enjoy my wife a little longer. �
�Please, you know we can�t get away with this very long. �
�Just a few days. �
It was about a week later when they decided that Darcy should die.
�It�s time. George has wanted me for days and I keep putting him off. It�ll have so much more of an effect on him if he finds me dead before he had a chance to have me. �
They made love on last time in her bedroom and yet again Mrs. Neal had several wreathing orgasms on her bed.
�When we leave this bedroom, the reality of our adultery ends, the fantasy of my being your precious wife ends; the fantasy of a bitch to be robbed, raped and killed begins. �
They looked at each other for a few more moments, then Darcy Neal said softly, �I stand before you, Mrs. Darcy Neal, another man�s wife; a wife you have conquered. I stand before you, Mrs. Darcy Neal, another man�s wife; a wife who offered herself to you and came in ecstasy when you took her. I stand before you, Mrs. Darcy Neal, another man�s wife, whose Keds you have tied as tight as they can be. You have made me wet my panties, you have filled me with your cum, you have tied my white canvass Keds; there is but one more act you must complete. Take me, do it!�
Darcy embraced him and kissed him passionately, then whispered, �It�s time to strangle the bitch. �
�I have to go to the mall first thing in the morning. When I return, do it. I will make sure everyone notices me, the way I am dressed, the way I act. �
Later that evening, Jennifer Craig called. They talked for a while and Darcy suggested they go have a drink on Saturday afternoon. Jennifer agreed. Mrs. Neal knew that on Saturday afternoon she would be dead, but it made the story better.
Mrs. Neal left around 8:30 for the Mall. The cute blonde was wearing her white mini dress, white socks, and her penny loafers. Darcy was going to buy a new pair of white canvass Keds, a pair of Keds to die in.
Mrs. Neal entered the Lady Foot Locker and asked the clerk for a pair. Darcy knew exactly what size she wore, and what size she wanted � a half size smaller. Her Keds would be tight when she died.
Darcy didn�t even try them on, she simply looked in the box to ensure they were perfect and then paid for them. Mrs. Neal stopped and had a cup of coffee. She knew he was waiting for her at home, but she wanted this morning to appear as normal as possible. Besides, she didn�t want him to know exactly when she would return; she wanted to keep his tension high.
For a woman who had but an hour or so to live, and knew it, Darcy Neal was quite calm. Perhaps a bit excited in anticipation. But then, Darcy was about to settle a score with her husband, and make herself a conversation topic for a long time. That cocktail party immortality was worth anything.
Mrs. Neal finished her coffee, picked up her Keds and left. She walked slowly back to her blue Tahoe and got in. Opening the box, she took out the new canvass Keds, removed her penny loafers, and put the Keds on.
She would never wear them outside, but she could at least enjoy them on the way home. Darcy stopped at the ATM on the way home to get some money.
The final drive home did not take long. Darcy pulled into the garage and turned off the car. She sat there for a few moments, excited. Slipping her hand under her white dress, she massaged herself for a moment or two. Her panties were dry; hopefully they would soon be very wet and she would be very dead.
Darcy Neal had no idea how he would kill her. She had left that decision to him. Too much planning would have removed the spontaneity.
Darcy returned from shopping and entered the house. She was grabbed and she struggled. Driving his fist into the wife�s belly, Mrs. Neal fell to her knees. Grabbing her arm, he pulled he and pushed her against he wall.
Mrs. Neal stood in the living room, her purse hanging from her shoulder. Darcy, the cute blonde wife, was nervous.
He walked over to Darcy. Hesitantly she took a step back, until she was against the wall.
�Mrs. Darcy Neal, so cute, so precious, in her Keds. Mrs. Darcy Neal, so helpless and defenseless in her Keds. Your husband wasn�t thinking very clearly when he left you alone in that outfit. Did he really think a few inches of white fleece and a pair of cotton panties would protect his wife?�
�Please!� Darcy pleaded.
Suddenly he slapped her across the face. �Sweet Mrs. Darcy Neal. �
�Please, no!� Mrs. Neal sobbed.
�Did he think that maybe if someone did try for you, you could run away in your Keds? Did he think you could escape in Keds?� He slapped Darcy again.
Then he grabbed Darcy�s purse and pulled it from her shoulder, breaking the strap at one end. Holding it, he opened it.
�Wallet, full of credit cards, of course. Check book, with a nice balance. Well � kept aren�t you? He should have spent some of that money on better protection for his wife than cotton panties and canvass Keds. �
Throwing the contents of the purse to the floor, he pulled the strap loose then tossed the purse down as well.
�What are you going to do?� Mrs. Neal whimpered.
�I�m going to show your husband just how foolish he was. �
Then he drove his fist into Darcy�s belly. He hit her again and again until she sank to her knees gasping, pleading �No!� over and over. Finally, he struck her across the shoulder driving her down onto her arms. Before Darcy could move, he wrapped the shoulder strap from the purse around her throat and pulled it taught then jerked the blonde wife up to her feet.
Mrs. Neal struggled wildly as he strangled her in her cute white fleece mini dress. Darcy flailed desperately, trying to pull the cord loose, trying to escape. But he had the cute young wife; she would not escape.
�When he finds you tonight in your cute outfit, he�ll know that there�s another man�s come in his wife. He�ll know that it was someone else who held his wife�s precious cotton panties in his hands. He�ll know that it was another man who tied his wife�s Keds tight before he took her. He�ll know that another man was the last one to hold his wife and make love to her. And he�ll wonder whether his precious wife had an orgasm in her Keds or whether she wet her panties while she was with her killer. He�ll pray that you fought; he�ll pray that you were dead before your killer filled you with his come. �
As he taunted her, he kept the strap taught. He enjoyed what he was doing � killing Mrs. Darcy Neal, the woman he�d made love to a few minutes ago. Darcy continued to struggle, but as the minutes wore on, her struggles faded.
Then, as he arched Mrs. Neal backward, Darcy stiffened for a moment or two, and died. Now dead, the blonde relaxed and collapsed to her knees, held up by the shoulder strap of her purse still wrapped around her throat.
He held Mrs. Darcy Neal on her knees for a moment then released the strap allowing the dead wife to slump face down onto the floor.
Kneeling next to her, he touched her back.
�I never got the chance to kiss your precious tight ass. � So he leaned over, lifted the bottom on her dress and kissed her butt. He continued kissing her panties and the skin of her thigh.
�Oh Darcy, your panties are wet. Good. � Mrs. Darcy Neal had died having an orgasm.
Then he rolled Darcy Neal onto her back. The dead wife was still exquisite. Death had taken none of Mrs. Neal� allure away from her. Darcy had fought hard and desperately in Keds. It seemed more than an act; perhaps she had had second thoughts and was really struggling to escape. Well, it no longer mattered, Darcy was dead in her Keds and her white socks. Slipping his hand under her white fleece dress he squeezed her panties. Leaning over he kissed the wife�s lips.
Darcy Neal, the pampered spoiled bitch, had been punished.
�Precious Darcy. You knew how much I would enjoy killing you; and you knew how much you would enjoy dying. We both had what we wanted, and neither of us will ever have it again. Good bye Mrs. Darcy Neal. �
He took each of Darcy�s feet and tied her Keds as tight as he could. He knew she would want them that way before she took his come.
Taking her panties, he pulled them down her legs and off of her body. Then he knelt between her legs. He was already hard as he opened his pants. Taking Darcy�s hand, he massaged himself.
�I know you would have wanted to touch me, princess. �
He finally came into the dead wife as she lay on the floor beneath him in her cute white dress.
Then he kissed her again and left her dead on the floor.
By the time her husband found her tonight, her panties would be dry. He would never know.