“I’m in love with Eileen.” He said it just that casually.
Dorothy looked at him in shock as anger swelled within her. “You mean that bitch across the road? When the hell did this happen?”
“It’s been going on for some time now, Dottie.”
“Does the whole town know yet? Have you both made a total fool out of me?”
“No, we’ve kept things discreet. But we want to be together now.”
“Is that why we haven’t had sex in weeks?” In response he lowered his head.
“Bloody hell!” She didn’t know if she wanted to laugh or cry. There were just too many conflicting emotions she was experiencing at the moment.
“Do you want to marry her?”
“We want to live together before we get married, yes. We’re planning a trip to Bermuda.”
“And you’re going to leave me just like that?”
“I’m sorry, Dottie. I can’t help who I’ve fallen in love with.”
“Damn you, Bill.”
“I thought I’d tell you because I’m going over there to spend the night with her. Good night, Dottie.” And with that he walked out the door, leaving her staring in shock.
—
Two days later Eileen had the gall to come over to see her. She told Dorothy she hadn’t planned for any of this to happen. It just did, and she wasn’t the least bit sorry.
“You’re not going to get in our way, are you, Dottie? Bill and I love each other very much.”
“What the hell can I do about it?”
“I’m glad to see you’re taking it well.”
“Well you sure as hell are!”
“I hope you won’t cause us any trouble, will you?”
Dorothy thought about it for a moment. Then she sighed as a tear came to her eye. “Why fight it?” she replied in resignation. “If Bill wants to be with you, what can I do to stop it?”
“That’s the spirit. Now I’m going back over to tell Bill the good news you won’t be getting in our way. After all, we’re planning a trip to Bermuda.”
“You sure are rushing to start your life together,” Dorothy replied sourly.
“That’s because we’re in love, hun.” And with that Eileen walked out the door…
—
It didn’t take Dorothy long to come to a decision. A divorce would be messy and would be the ultimate humiliation. So she decided it was best if she just went away. Hell, she was willing to die if that’s what it was going to take. The humiliation of the loss of her husband was just too much to bear.
When Bill came over to collect some things, she told him she loved him but that she wouldn’t stand in their way. He asked, “So you’re willing to give me a divorce so I can be with Eileen?”
“Better than that, Bill. I’m willing to die if that’s what it will take.”
He looked at her for a long moment as though considering the matter. Then he said, “I’ll tell Eileen about your offer. She might be interested.”
“Yeah, I’ll just bet she will.” And with that he walked out of the house with a couple of suitcases of his things…
—
Eileen came over a couple days later. Dorothy let her in. She was too discouraged to show the woman any venom. If Bill had fallen in love with another woman, who was she to interfere with his happiness?
“Your husband says you’re willing to die to make this easier on us all. Is this true?”
“Yeah, it’s true. Why, do you have something in mind?”
“As a matter of fact, Dottie, I do.”
Dorothy stared at her in surprise as Eileen handed her a slip of paper. On it was an address. “What’s this?”
“The location of your demise if you’re serious about dying for us.”
“Are you looking forward to killing me?”
“I might be.” Dorothy felt an erotic chill at the woman’s calm demeanor.
“Can you be there at nine am tomorrow without your car?”
Dorothy looked at the address and thought it over. “I think I can manage.”
“Good. Wear what you want to be buried in. See you tomorrow morning, Dottie.” And with that Eileen was gone.
Dorothy gasped for breath as she thought it over. Was this really going to happen? She wasn’t sure she could face the busybodies around town with the horrible news of her husband leaving her. Perhaps it was better this way. After all, she loved Bill. If this would grant his happiness, she was willing to do whatever it took, even if it meant going to her grave…
—
The location was an abandoned house on a lonely lane. Dorothy had caught a ride with a passing motorist and had been dropped off a couple miles away so as not to give any indication where she was going. Now she began to get the chills as she walked down the lane.
She saw it was a two story house with what looked like a basement. Out of curiosity Dorothy went around back. That’s where she discovered a shallow grave had already been dug.
She got the shivers again as she stared at the location she was going to spend all of eternity. Then she headed for the house. There was no sign of a vehicle anywhere.
She entered the building and looked all around. It looked kind of grotty. “Eileen? I’m here!”
“I’m down here in the basement, Dottie.”
Dorothy found the stairwell and took the steps down. She turned a corner and opened a door. Eileen was there wearing black latex and was standing next to what looked like a guillotine.
Dorothy gasped in disbelief, getting the shivers as she looked at it. “Is this what you’re using to *gulp* end my life?”
“It sure is, love. I found this a while ago and always wanted to use it on someone. I’m glad you came here today.”
“Where’s Bill?” Dorothy looked all around for her husband, but didn’t see him.
“He dug the grave, but he didn’t want to be here for the grand beheading. He just couldn’t witness your death. He’ll be back in an hour to pick me up after I’ve finished burying you.” She paused as she looked at her before asking, “Is that what you want to be buried in? You kind of look like a tart.”
Dorothy got up on the bench to the guillotine and posed in her dark blue skirt and pink blouse. “Do I look the part? Is this what you were hoping for?”
“I have no problem beheading a tart like you.”
“Look who’s talking. I’ll bet you slutted around with my husband, am I right?”
“Are you going through with this, Dorothy, or not? I don’t have all bloody day. Bill and I are catching a flight to Bermuda later this afternoon, and I’ve got to bury you before we go.”
“Fine – fine.”
Dorothy found herself panting for breath. Could she really go through with it? She decided she’d come this far, so she might as well go all the way. “Let’s get on with it, Eileen, ok? After all, you have places to be with my husband.”
“In that case, go ahead and strip for me.”
“What?”
“I’ve always wanted to behead a girl in the nude. Since you’re so willing, I don’t see why you can’t go along with it. What’s it matter to you? After all, you’re going to be headless in a few minutes.”
Dorothy looked at her for a long moment. “Fine,” she panted as she started to undress. “Let’s get this over with.”
She took all her clothes off, only to see Eileen stripping as well. “I’m not like that,” she told her. “Have you told my husband about your kinks?”
“Oh, I’m not like that either. Since you’re going to be naked, I want to be naked the moment I behead you, especially since I don’t want to get any blood on me. Now let’s get your hands cuffed and get you up onto the bench, ok?”
Dorothy felt a shudder of arousal as she pulled her wrists behind her back. Eileen cuffed them together. Dottie couldn’t believe how calmly this woman was acting about all this! What’s more, she couldn’t believe how much this husband-stealing bitch seemed to be looking forward to it!
“Now the bench,” Eileen told her, tipping it up.
Dorothy pushed herself up against it. Eileen wrapped one strap around her upper body to hold her in place. Then she started to tip her forward.
Dorothy gasped as she was lowered face down. Eileen grabbed the bench and slid it forward until Dottie’s head went through. Down below she saw a wicker basket waiting for her head. It made her gasp for breath as she started trembling.
Dorothy got a good look at Eileen’s bush. It was glistening with moisture. Was the bitch aroused; was she looking forward to this?
“D-did Bill have any *gulp* last words for me?”
“None, Dottie,” Eileen said as she leaned against the guillotine. “He did say he can’t wait for us to get to Bermuda. He’s off having his morning coffee. He’ll be back after I finish filling in your grave.”
Dorothy found herself panting for breath. She had the shakes something fierce. Was this really going to happen??
“Any last words?” Eileen asked as she grabbed the lever. That’s when Dorothy wet herself, unable to control her bladder.
“I want you to t-tell Bill I love him. I don’t h-hold this against you. I hope you have a n-nice t-time in…”
“I ain’t got all day,” Eileen said with disgust as she pulled the lever. The blade came down with a loud THUMP, causing Dottie’s body to jerk. Dorothy’s head tumbled forward into the wicker basket.
Eileen picked the head up and looked at the face of her decapitated rival for Bill’s affections. Dorothy had a look of surprise on her face. Her eyelids fluttered as her lips quivered.
On the bench her body humped and jerked as though every nerve ending was trying to figure out what the hell happened to her brain. Blood poured out of her severed neck into the wicker basket. Eileen looked at the head and then the body.
“Not bad, honey. That was kind of enjoyable. It’s too bad I don’t have time to fuck Bill right now. I’m so fucking horny, but we’re on a tight schedule. We have to catch that plane to Bermuda and I still have to bury you.”
Eileen made sure she had no blood on her before she got dressed. Then she dressed Dorothy in the clothes she had worn. “I’d bury you naked, but I’ll grant you some dignity, love.”
She picked Dorothy up to carry her outside. Then she looked at the head sitting on the bench. You know, honey? I don’t even think Bill’s going to miss you.”
She carried the body outside and dumped it unceremoniously into the recently dug grave. Then she went back inside and collected the head and the wicker basket. She carried both out and tossed them into the pit with the body. Dorothy’s head landed near her spread legs.
Eileen grabbed the nearby shovel and started throwing in loads of dirt. “Bill will be picking me up in an hour. That should give me enough time to bury you. I’m really looking forward to shagging him when we get to Bermuda. Watching your beheading has made me horny as hell.”
It took fifty minutes to fill the grave with dirt. Eileen went inside and cleaned up. By the time she was ready, Bill drove in and picked her up.
“How did it go?” he asked as they drove back into town toward the airport.
“She went like a lamb,” Eileen told him with a smile before giving him a kiss on the lips…
© 2017 (Written for Dottie June 30 ’17 by Riwa. Maniped renders provided by Dottie and used for illustration purposes only.)