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.”
“And how well do you know her?”
“Well she’s the boss’ wife, I mean I’ve seen her around…”
“Have you ever talked to her?”
“Well on occasion…”
“Did you happen to talk to her on,” he paused and looked at his notebook then continued, “did you talk to her on Tuesday night, March 15th.”
“March 15th?”
“Five weeks ago.”
The cell phone! Damn why had he used his own personal phone? Hell, why not, he had no idea…
“Eric, five weeks ago?”
“Oh sorry, yeah, ah… she called me.”
“According to phone records you and her had a number of phone conversations. Mind telling me what you were talking about?”
“Ah yes, she called me… we talked… we talked about me doing a few things. She needed a few chores around the house.”
“She had a maintenance man.”
“I think she said he was on vacation or sick or something.”
“Eric, you know she was very rich.”
Eric nodded.
“And her husband stand’s to make a lot of money.”
He nodded again.
“And, didn’t you just get a raise… a very nice raise at work.”
“How did you know…”
“Eric, look at my badge, it says I am a detective. It’s my job to know. Now Eric, you seem like a nice guy, a good man working for a living. Guys like you are all around, it’s the reason I’m a cop, to help out most guys like you. The little guy working hard, making a living. Do you have a girlfriend Eric?”
“Had one. We broke up several months ago.”
“Mrs. Johan was an attractive woman, wouldn’t you say Eric?”
“Well yes.”
“You know I’ve heard some of the older ladies can be something, all that experience and all.”
“But it was nothing like…”
“Eric, it’s time to get down to it, okay?”
“Down to what?”
“Look, the crime scene was clean. Almost spotless. No fingerprints, no semen nothing that might lead anyone to believe Mrs. Johan’s death was anything more than from natural causes.”
“But what does that have to do with me?” Eric asked nervously.
“Well when investigating the scene we all figured this lady had simply overdone it with one of her, how to be delicate here, ah one of her personal devices. We were ready to write it off as natural causes when one of our rookies… good cop, new to the detective ranks, anyway, she seemed fascinated with Mrs. Johan’s array of personal items. She made it a point to look each one over very closely.”
Eric sat quietly, remembering how he had wipe the fingerprints clean, how he had held the vibrator with his underwear.
“A pubic hair.”
“Excuse me?” Eric asked, confused by the detective.
“She found a pubic hair. Not a gray one the old lady might have shed, she found a nicely colored one. We called in some more techs and well they found a lot more stuff. Epithelials or something like that they kept calling it. Skin cells, apparently whoever handled Mrs. Johan’s personal items, and hey perhaps Mrs. Johan herself, well whatever they used to handle the items was chock full of skin cells and yeah they found a few more hairs.”
“And what has this got to do with me?” Eric tried to act as indignant as possible. Damn, why did he use his underwear?
“Well I’m pretty sure we both know the answer to that. All I have to do is match up this pile of DNA our techs collected with a few cells… by the way, you don’t mind if we take a bit of DNA from you do you?”
“Wait a minute…”
“Eric, Eric, you can volunteer or we can get a judge to make you give us something.”
“Okay, okay I was there, but she died while we were… just after…”
“Eric, according to our toxicology reports, that vibrator that we found your pubic hair on was covered with a very strong poison, one strong enough to get into her system say from a unprotected opening, say a vagina.”
“But she was…”
“Eric, we got you man. But I know how it is, you get duped by Mr. CEO and ping there he goes making all that money. All I need from you is something implicating him and hey… we’ll go easy on you.”
“Easy on me?”
“Yeah, I’m a friend of the District Attorney and well she just got screwed over by her rich husband so she’s out to get your boss.”
“But I didn’t…”
“Did you put the vibrator inside her?”
Eric nodded. “I think I need a lawyer.”
“Sure thing Eric, but talk to him about our deal. Like I said, we’ll go easy on you.”
Eric slumped in his chair as the detective began piling up his notes and slipping them into a folder.