My Last 24 hours part 1

The day my life fell apart was also the most exciting and sexually fulfilling day of my life. Once you realize you have nothing left to lose, a new world of possibilities presents itself to you. This is a recounting of that last twenty-four glorious hours of my life and the terrible and wonderful things that took place. 

The day began like any other. It was a Tuesday. I woke up, took a shower, got ready for the day like I always did. When I went downstairs into the kitchen my wife was waiting for me at the table with a concerned look on her face. I was mildly alarmed and asked her what was wrong. That was when I noticed the stack of papers sitting in front of her. She informed me that she was filing for divorce. These were the papers detailing everything. I was in complete shock. I had no idea this was coming. My first impulse was to beg her to reconsider. And then I did just that. She had a glassy look in her eyes. She was completely detached from the situation. There was no emotion at all when she informed me that she had another lover. 

I simply couldn't accept that. It was a line too far. She had pushed me to a place where something just broke. In hindsight, I am surprised it happened so quickly, but that is how it was. One moment I was watching my life slip away. The next moment I knew I had a new form of freedom. Wordlessly, I walked over to the table, sat down, picked up the pen and signed the papers. I could tell that she was more than a little surprised. She was obviously expecting a much longer fight. Then I stood up, walked to the counter and began to prepare a cup of coffee. I heard her clear her throat behind me and gently say, "thank you." As I stirred the cream into the coffee with one hand, my other hand slipped into a kitchen drawer and pulled out a foot long meat tenderizer. It was a hefty piece of steel with a two-inch square solid block of metal at one end, covered in small blunt spikes. My wife used it to tenderize steak. I dropped it to my side and turned toward her. I slowly sipped my coffee and walked back to the table. Her eyes were down, straightening up the pile of papers and trying to slide them into the large manilla envelope. 

In one quick motion I raised my arm and brought the hammer down on the crown of her head in a savage blow. Her head smashed into the table, scattering papers and spilling over cups. The impact shattered her nose and blood sprayed out. The blow from the hammer had to have cracked her skull but hadn't done enough damage to bring about unconsciousness. That would follow in a few moments. She was dazed, bleeding, and in shock as she lifted her head to me. I saw her eyes were unfocused and she was attempting to say something but couldn't get the words out. That is when I brought the hammer down again. It hit the same spot on her head and this time I felt it give way with a soft smush as it entered her brain. Her body collapsed onto the table and began convulsing. She was moaning. I saw that her bladder had released, and she pissed herself. I walked around behind her and hoisted her body up over my shoulder. 

I carried her upstairs into the bathroom and dropped her into the bathtub. She was still alive, breathing raggedly, eyes rolled back into her head, in the midst of some sort of seizure. I was overcome with rage at how she had totally changed my life because of her selfishness. This was her fault. She forced me into this. As I watched her, I felt something dark and primal begin to seep into my mind. I had just unleashed this violent, brutality and it felt good. I knew she was dying and would be gone in a matter of minutes. Maybe fifteen to twenty if she was lucky. My life was already over, so I decided to indulge myself and have a little more fun. I ran back downstairs to the kitchen and found what I needed. When I got back to the bathroom, I quickly tugged my wife's shirt up over her head and tore off her bra, exposing her large, quaking breasts. Then I slipper her yoga pants off and saw that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Slut. After that, I retrieved what I got from the kitchen, a long, razor sharp butcher's knife. I straddled my wife in the tub and using my left hand I grabbed her right breast and lifted it up. I inserted the knife underneath her boob and cut upward. It was surprisingly easy. No bone, just soft tissue and muscle. In seconds I had completely removed her breast. I realize that now my cock was raging in my pants. I dropped her breast into the tub beside her and began cutting off the other. Then I spread her legs and slipped my cock into her pussy. This would be the last time I felt her. I was surprised to learn that during the death throes, a woman's pussy spasms, squeezing tighter and tighter. It was incredible. I fucked her while I watched her brain send out signals of panic. Still holding the knife, I plunged it into her stomach and carved upward. Her insides started to spill out. I reach both hands into her body cavity and felt the hot blood coat them. I pulled out two handfuls of her intestines and dropped them onto her ruined chest. That was as long as I could hold out. My body ached as a felt the most incredible orgasm tear through me, filling my dying wife with a last load of sperm. In less than two minutes her heart stopped, and she became still. Knowing she was dead actually got my cock partially hard again and I began slowly rocking inside her now dead cunt.