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.