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Backyard Hanging

Vicki watched as her husband, Jim worked in the back yard, cut and nailed lumber. Vicki played with her wet pussy. Every time Jim drove a nail in the wood she would push a finger deeper into her pussy.  

The last nail was in and Vicki walked out to the back yard. She looked up at the wooden structure that stood twelve feet in the air. Vicki walked over to the structure and slid her hand sensuously over the rough wood. Her heart raced as she said to Jim, "It is perfect. It is just like the gallows in my fantasies."
 
Jim said with pride, "I built it just like the ones I have seen in western movies. I am sure it will suit your purpose."
 
Jim pulled a lever and a trap door opened in the bottom with a bang. Jim crawled under the gallows, pushing the doors closed and latching them. Vicki climbed onto the gallows and stood with her arms behind her back. She imagined the rope around her neck and the doors under her feet about to spring open.
 
Jim felt his cock grow hard and went to stand beside of his wife. The two stripped of their clothes as they sank to the wooden floor. Jim touched his wife’s wet pussy and felt her shiver. He licked lightly at her small nipples. Jim could not wait any longer and slid his cock into her waiting pussy. The two orgasm at the same time as they fucked furiously on the rough wood of the gallows.
 
Jim put his clothes back on and said, "It is time for you to pick out the rope."
 
Vicki dressed and followed her husband to the car, still feeling the tingle of sex in her pussy. They walked through the hardware store, where they had bought many implements of bondage. The two found the section with ropes. Vicki said with surprise, "I did not think there would be so many different types of ropes here. I am not sure if I know enough to pick one out."
 
Jim slightly confused himself said, " I guess we should pick out one that looks strong enough to hold your weight."
 
They looked, pulled, and touched all of the ropes. Finally Vicki said with delight, "This is the one. I think this one would hold and I like the roughness of it."
 
Vicki picked out a three quarter inch hemp rope. The rope had little hairs sticking out of it that scratched when they touched the skin. They paid for the rope and went straight home. The two walked quickly to the gallows and Jim sat on the edge. Vicki walked to the center and stood once again with her hands behind her back. Jim worked for several minutes fashioning a hangman’s noose on the end of the rope.
 
Satisfied with his work, Jim moved to stood beside his wife. Jim threw the rope over the beam at the top of the gallows and tied it off. Vicki stared at the noose as it swung wildly in front of her face as if teasing. Vicki caught the swinging rope in her small hands. She once again felt the roughness of the rope as she slipped it over her head. Vicki reached down and rubbed her pussy though her skirt. She let her weight ease down on the rope till she could hardly breath. A wet spot formed on her skirt as she exploded in another orgasm.
 
The two were startled when they heard a car door close. Jim rushed to meet the intruder to keep them from seeing the gallows but was too late. Jim ran into Jane’s best friend, Pat, at the corner of the house. Pat was about to speak when she noticed Vicki standing on the gallows. Instead she walked slowly toward Jane and exclaimed, "What in the hell are you doing Vicki!"
 
Vicki replied with excitement, "Jim built it for me, how do you like it?"
 
Pat still startled said, "I thought you were joking when you told me about wanting to being hanged. I know it is one of your favorite fantasies but what are you planning?"
 
Vicki replied, "I am going to open the doors below me soon and hang till I am dead. I cannot live another day without knowing what it is like to feel the rope tighten around my neck."
 
Pat walked onto the gallows next to Vicki and kissed her on the mouth. Vicki went limp as her friend’s tongue drove deep into her mouth. The rope pulled tighter cutting off her breath. Jim knew the two girls made love occasionally and only watched with excitement.
 
Jim gave the girls a few moments together and then said, "It’s time to get started. If we wait much longer it will be dark before everything is over."
 
Vicki breathlessly broke her embrace with Pat. Jim handed Pat a pair of handcuffs. Pat pulled Jane’s hands behind her back and placed the cuffs around her wrist. Jim then joined the two girls and stripped off Vicki’s clothing. He knew his wife was going to have a long night.
 
Jim then went to the tool shed and got a pick and shovel. He went to the edge of the yard and began to dig. He was soon sweating as he dug his wife’s grave.
 
Pat held Vicki as they watched Jim dig the grave. Vicki ran the scene of him cutting her loose from the rope and dragging her lifeless body to the grave. She imagined the dirt as it covered her dead body. Vicki wanted to rub her clit but the cuffs prevented it. Not being able to touch her pussy was going to be part of Vicki’s torture for the night.
 
It was near dark when Jim finished the grave. He went to his wife and kissed her good night. Jim walked to the house and was about to enter when he noticed Pat behind him. Before Jim could say anything Pat said, "Vicki wanted me to keep you company tonight."
 
Jim smiled and walked into the house with Pat behind him. He had always wanted to get the tall blonde into his bed. Jim had thought about a threesome with her many times but had been afraid to ask. He knew the sex between the two women was private for them.
 
Jim took a shower and went straight to bed. Pat joined him and the two quickly embraced. The two lovers had longed for each other and the time had finally come. Foreplay was short as the excitement got the best of them. Jim quickly pushed his cock into her pussy and fucked her like there would never be a next time. He knew with his wife dead there would be plenty of chances to fuck Pat.
 
Vicki stood in the cool night air with the rope around her neck. She shivered slightly and was tired. Her mind thought of her best friend and husband in the warm house having sex. Vicki knew the two had wanted to fuck for some time. She would have let them sooner but was a little jealous of Pat. Vicki knew after the next day they would probably become lovers.
 
Four hours later Vicki could see the lights were out in the house. Vicki guessed the two lovers were either asleep or still making love in the darkness. Vicki’s legs were starting to tire. She tried to shift her weight from one leg to another but the rope was too tight to allow it. If Vicki did not stand perfectly straight the rope would tighten around her neck cutting off her life the giving oxygen. Vicki was not sure if she would live through the night. If her legs gave way the rope would strangle her till she was dead.
 
The moon was full and Vicki could see a ghostly shadow from the pile of dirt of her grave. Her legs were tired and ached. Vicki wished she were laying in the grave.
 
Vicki desperately wanted to touch her pussy. Her juices had been running down her leg every since she had been placed on the gallows. The wetness made the cold worse and the mosquitoes seemed to love her pussy juices. The bite of the mosquitoes added to her torture.
 
Vicki fell asleep several times during the night. Each time she would wake up gasping for air. She new the next time she fell asleep might be her last.
 
Pat and Jim woke up early that morning even though they had made love most of the night. Jim looked out the window and saw Vicki slumped against the rope. Without dressing he rushed out of the house to the gallows. He lifted his wife’s weight off the rope and heard her gasp for air. Jim was relieved that that she was not dead. He did not want to miss seeing her hang from the rope. Jim wanted to see her body jerk as the rope sucked the life out of her.
 
Jim took the rope from Vicki’s neck and eased her down on the gallows. Satisfied that she was all right he went back into the house. He would give her a couple hours sleep before they began.
 
As Jim walked into the house Pat asked nervously, "Is she all right?’
 
Jim replied, "She is fine, all she needs is a little rest."
 
Tears swelled in Pat’s eyes as she said, "I don’t want to lose my friend. I will miss our lovemaking. I wish she would change her mind."
 
Jim put his arms around Pat and said, "I have tried to talk Vicki out of the hanging. I am hoping the night of torture on the gallows will change her mind. She seems pretty set on the idea, so I doubt she will change her mind."
 
The two new lovers took a shower together and made love once more as Vicki slept on the gallows. An hour later Jim and Pat walked into the backyard and onto the gallows. Jim shook Vicki till she was awake. Vicki tried to rub her sore neck but the handcuffs still held her hands behind her back. Her arms ached as bad as her neck from the lack of movement. Jim asked softly, "Do you want me to release you and end this torture."
 
Vicki looked up at Jim with weak sleepless eyes and replied, "No, I loved last night. I wish this could go on forever but I know it can’t. I need to have the rope till I am dead. Was Pat as good as a lover as you had hoped?"
 
Jim, a little embarrassed replied, "Yes she is very good but not as good as you."
 
Vicki knew he was lying. She knew from experience that Pat was great. Vicki struggled to stand on her weak legs. Jim noticed the marks on her neck for the first time. He traced the deep scratch marks, from the rope, on her neck with a finger. Vicki flinched slightly from the pain.
 
Vicki stood in the same spot she had the night before. Jim placed the rope around her neck once more. She let out a slight moan as the rough rope touched the marks it had created earlier. Jim stepped off the gallows and said, "It is up to you. When you give the word I will pull the lever and drop the door. There will be no turning back."
 
Vicki tiredly said, "Lets do it, I am ready. Goodbye you two and have a good life together."
 
Jim pulled the lever and the doors dropped from underneath Vicki. She only dropped two inches to keep from breaking her neck but the rope tightened until she could not breathe. Vicki jerked wildly trying to get the rope off of her neck. She struggled against the rope but nothing helped. Vicki knew it would only be a matter of minutes till she was dead. She let out a silent scream as her pussy erupted in the largest orgasm in her life. At this instant Vicki knew death was what she wanted.
 
Vicki’s body gave a large jerk and urine began to flow down her legs as her bladder released. Then her bowels spasm and shit followed down the same path as the urine. Soon her naked body hung from the rope around her neck, barely twitching. Vicki was dead but her muscles refused to die. The twitching continued for ten minutes.
 
Pat and jim stripped off their clothes, excited from the scene before them. They lay down on the gallows, inches from Vicki’s twitching legs, and made fucked like never before. As Jim drove his cock into Pat’s hungry pussy he stroked his dead wife’s smooth leg.
 
Jim and Pat made love off and on all day while watching the dead woman hang from the rope. Darkness was getting near and Jim realized he had better get Vicki down and bury her. He did not want the scene to end but knew if he waited till the next day the stench would be too much for him.
 
Jim cut the rope, leaving the noose around her neck. Her body was cold and stiff as it fell into his arms. The hot sun had already made her corpse start to decay. He smelled the heady aroma of death coming from her body. He could tell that she was slight bloated also. Jim dragged the lifeless woman to the grave and eased her in it. He stood over the grave and realized his wife was as sexy dead as alive.
 
Jim stepped down in the grave with his cock stiff from excitement. He lowered himself on to his wife’s lifeless body and pushed his cock into her dry pussy. It hurt at first, but his own lubrication soon took over and he fucked her madly. The smell of the rotting corpse made his excitement more intense and Jim quickly shot his semen in to her dead pussy.
 
Jim stood with his legs trembling and stepped out of the grave. He took he shovel and threw dirt into the grave. As he was about to throw the second shovel full of dirt into the grave a hand caught his arm. Pat said sharply, "Stop, not yet."
 
Jim looked at Pat puzzled and asked, "Why should we wait. It will be dark soon."
 
Pat looked at the ground and spoke in a near whisper, "I want to go with her."
 
jim not sure of what he heard asked, "What did you say?"
 
Pat said louder looking at Vicki in the grave, "I am going with her. I want you to bury me with my lover. I am not going to live without her."
 
Jim watched with shock as Pat stepped into the grave and lay face down on Vicki’s corpse. Jim’s cock got hard again at the sight before him. Pat’s tanned healthy body against the bluish cold body of the corpse was too much for Jim. His cock exploded and shot semen into the grave.
 
Jim knew it was no use to argue about Pat’s decision and began to shovel dirt into the grave once again. He had hoped to spend a lot of time with Pat. He wanted to make love to Pat one more time but continued to pile dirt into the grave.
 
Pat felt the first dirt as it hit her in the ass. She could feel the dirt slide into the crack of her ass. Pat slid her tongue into her dead lover’s mouth as the dirt came quickly in the grave. Pat’s nostrils filled with the stench of Vicki’s rotting body. She knew soon her’s would smell the same.
 
The dirt quickly covered Pat’s head and darkness surrounded her. The weight of the dirt forced her closer to Vicki’s corpse. The air in the small void around her face quickly began to get stale. Pat fell asleep in her dead lover’s arms and never woke.   Jim sat on the gallows thinking about the past two days. His wife and new lover were gone and he was left alone. Without thinking, Jim went to the tool shed and took out the rest of the rope they had bought. He fashioned another hangman’s noose at the end of the rope. He threw the rope over the beam and watched as the noose dropped in front of his face. Jim picked up the handcuffs he had taken off his dead wife. Jim placed the noose over his head and cuffed both hands behind his back.
 
Jim stood there for an hour feeling the things Vicki had felt. Without hesitation Jim stepped into the hole left by the open doors on the floor. Jim had not measured the rope length and dropped two feet into the hole. His neck snapped against the rope as his body jerked to a stop. Jim died instantly. He never got to feel the darkness slip over him and feel his bladder give up its contents.
 
The end