It was around eight that night when we all gathered around the gallows to see the spectacle. It was late fall in Connecticut and it had been lightly snowing all day. The ground was covered in a light layer of white that with the aid of the moon lit our stage quite nicely for this evening's show.

The quiet of the night was broken by the sound of chains off in the distance. As the sound grew closer the excitement over the crowd built. We where here to see a young thief hanged for stealing from her employer. Her employer just happened to be a local Barron. As such the Barron had full rights to be judge, jury and executioner in these affairs.

As the sound grew closer three figures could be made out in the distance walking the road down from the Barron’s house. As they came into view we could see it was a guard, the Barron and a young girl walking together. The Barron had her by the arm leading her forward down the path to the gallows.

The path was covered in trees and much darker than the openness of where the crowd had gathered. It wasn’t until they entered this clearing that we all realized the girl had been stripped completely naked and all she wore where the metal restraints around her wrists waist and ankles.

She appeared to be in her late teens to early twenties with a very attractive build.  Her firm round breasts where enhanced by her protruding nipples that had been licked by the cool night air. She was a bit short but her long slender legs leading to a her freshly shave pussy made up for this.

Once at the gallows all three  walked single file up the stairs to the awaiting noose. Once at the top the Barron turned the girl to the crowd and helped her onto the stool below the noose. Now clearly visible the crowd now could see just how pretty the girl was. This caused many of the men and a few women in the audience, including myself, shifted awkwardly upon seeing this naked beauty.

The Barron  stepped forward to the front of the gallows and spoke. “let this girls death be a lesson to all thieve.” He then turned and walked back to the girl. Reaching down he grabbed the stool breathe the girl and with a quick jerk the girl was sent flying.

As the girl was pushed off the stool a bulge formed in my pants. I tried to hide but my wife had already seen my reaction. Without warning she had reached down my trousers and began stroking my shaft. I was uneasy at first but quickly gave into the idea.

The girl began to trash around kicking wildly in an attempt to find ground. Her toes stretched out searching for something solid but found nothing. After a few seconds she began to buck her hips rhythmically.

My wife stoked me as if keeping rhythm with the girl in the noose. If the girl slowed down so did her stroking. When the girl sped up her stroking sped up. When she noticed I was about to cum she stopped, pausing until I could keep going. As the girl began to convulse and loose all control of her body in her final death throws, my wife sped up.

I couldn’t take it any more and with a near silent groan I released. Panting hard, quietly grunting with each stroke of her hand, I watched the girl slowly fade.  As she did so to did the incredible orgasm I’d just been given from my wife.

By now the girl had all but stopped moving aside from a random twitch of her little bare feet. With each twitch came a quick tug on my shaft as my wife continued to teased me. This didn’t last long as the girl quickly hung limp swaying slowly in the wind.

Carefully and discretely my wife pulled her hand from my trousers licking her fingers clean. She then untucked my shirt to cover the small wet spot soaking through the front of my pants.

As the crowd began to disperse I looked around noticing many men walking awkwardly who had also untucked their shirts in an attempt to hide their trouser fronts.

Then I looked back to my wife. To my surprise she was no where in site. I figured she’d just gone off to talk to a friend and she’d be back any second. After a few minutes I began to panic a bit as she hadn’t even told me where she was going.

A few more minutes she returned and to my surprise she was carrying several things. In one hand was a rope and in the other what appeared to be chains. As she approached she was grinning from ear to ear.

Once she was close enough to make out what was in her hands I was a bit shocked. It was common for the hangman to sell the noose of the condemned as a souvenir and she had done just that. She had also somehow talked them into letting her purchase the restraints.

My wife never slowed down as she walked past me. Swinging the noose in her hand she looked over her shoulder with a come get me grin and said, “well, are you coming dear?”

I hurried as much as I could in my current state. This was so far beyond my wildest dreams. Perhaps this was a dream. If it was, I certainly didn’t want to wake up.

She then looked back again and said “you really shouldn’t keep the condemned waiting.” With this I followed with great anticipation of what the night might bring.