Just Married by DaSandmanQS (f/m, qs, grim) Jeff had been married for three months now, and things were great. His wife, Dana, was a beautiful woman. 5'8", 120lbs, golden blond hair, and silky smooth skin. She was heaven on earth to Jeff, who could hardly believe he was married to her. They had met on the internet some months ago and just hit it off. When they finally met, they knew they both had found something special. So it was no shock that just two months after meeting they got married. Now, three months later, things were still strong as ever. They seldom fought, and the love making was amazing. Jeff seemed to have a talent for pleasuring. At least that's what Dana thought, but the truth was, "other" things contributed to Jeff's aggresiveness in bed. Things like quicksand. Jeff had a quicksand fetish. One he has had since he was young. The sight of a beautiful woman sinking in the sand was more then enough to send him into a sexual fever which needed immediate attention. Before he was married, Jeff spent many hours on the internet gleefully surfing the quicksand community the web had to offer. Now he had to do it in hush hush, as Dana, his wife didn't know of this fetish. He never had the guts to tell her, afraid she might find him crazy and leave him. He loved her too much to chance it. So he just had to learn to sneak a peek when he could. Lately though this began to bother him. He missed the joy of surfing the quicksand community regularly. Now he was lucky if he saw it twice a week. He knew marrige demanded sacrifice, but this was a lot. The only thing that kept him from choosing between his wife and his fetish was his /other/ fetish. Turtlenecks. Jeff had a love of turtlenecks. The sight of woman wearing T-necks drove him just as wild as quicksand. His wife though, rarely wore them, but when she did, the love making was great. Still, he got to see other woman at work wearing them and was able to use his wife as a sexual release, so everything was balenced out. Or so it seemed. One day Jeff had heard over the radio that the beach that was about an hour from where he lived was declared a danger zone. A hurricane passed through and left the beach covered with patches of sinkholes or quicksand. It was so bad that just the other day the authorties had to rescue three kids from drowning. Upon hearing this, the wheels in Jeff's head began turning. He had been playing with the idea of maybe tricking his wife into quicksand, secretly taping it, then coming to her rescue. No harm done, and as a bonus he'd have a tape to treasure the moment with. Until now it was just a thought, but the recent appearence of quicksand near him forced him to make up his mind. He was gonna do it. He carefully planned it out. He'd tell his wife he wanted to take a ride together to the beach to spend some time together. She'd love that. He'd trick her into walking on the beach, where she was guaranteed to come afowl of some quicksand. A camera would be set up and recording. He'd pretend to go to the car for film and then when she is about mid stomach, he'd come to her rescue. Perfect. Lucky for Jeff his wife didn't pay much attention to the news. That night he told his wife about his idea for a Sunday together, and as he thought, she loved it. He went to bed gitty as a school boy. The rest of the week was torture. Waiting for the day to arrive. But finally it did. Jeff made sure he was up before his wife so he could pack the camera and rope secretly in his car trunk. He placed a blanket over the equipment and closed the trunk. He then woke his wife with a kiss and gently told her to get up, that it was time to leave for the beach. Jeff was looking under the hood of his car to make sure everything was ok for the trip when he heard his wife call from behind him. He turned around and was met with a sight he hardly expected. His wife was clad in a pair of old jeans and a bright white cotten turtleneck. The neck was folded but reached up to her chin and was very tight. His eye's almost buldged, among other things. Dana saw his eyes and looked at her clothing. "What? Do you think it's much? I figured it would be a bit chilly on the beach in the morning. Should I change?" she asked. Jeff smiled. "No no, you look fine, you just startled me is all," Jeff said as nonchanlant as possible, so as not to look like he enjoyed what he saw, which he did very much. He had not anticipated this at all. He played with the thought of asking her to wear a T-neck, but figured she'd just look at him like he's nuts. She wasn't a T-neck fan. But here she was now, driving him wild. Before her arrival, he was feeling guilt about what he had planned and almost called it off, but now he had no intention of doing so. His lust was uncontrollable now. He had to see her sinking in the sand in that sexy T-neck. There was no beans about it. Dana brought a photo camera, she loved pictures. It was a new photo camera, that had a digital zoom. She couldn't wait to use it. They piled into the car and were off. Jeff's excitement grew as they got closer. Finally they had arrived. Now it was time to execute his plan. He had to get the camera set up without her knowing. He liked to smoke and almost never forgot his sticks, but today he intentionally did. He asked his wife to run down the street to the store they had passed and grab a pack of rettes. At first she was not thrilled, but eventually she gave in. Jeff pretended he couldn't go because he had to check a strange noise coming from the car. He watched her walk down the street and turn out of sight towards the store. Soon as she disappeared he ran to the trunk and removed the blanket. He pulled out the camera and it's stand and quickly closed the trunk and headed for the beach. He saw a sign near the entrance of the beach. It was a cheap hand made wooden sign that warned of quicksand danger. With some effort he pulled it out of the ground and threw it in the bushes nearby. He then grabbed a long branch on the ground and made his way onto the beach. He felt around with the branch for soft ground. Boy, they weren't kidding, the stuff was everywhere! Carefully he made his way to under the boardwalk deck and set the camera up and hit record. Soon his dreams would be coming true. When his wife got back he took the cigerettes and smoked one quickly to calm himself down. He didn't want to tip her off to any strange behavior. Dana was standing at the boardwalk railing, taking in the view of the beach. "The sand looks so smooth today, Jeff," she remarked. He didn't answer. "Here, take a picture of me!" she said, handing him a camera as his beautiful wife who made a stunning pose. She bent down slightly smiling in a sexy manner. She looked radient against the contrast of the ocean. 'God, she could have been a model,' Jeff thought to himself. Jeff was shaking now. He had to get things moving before he lost it and blew the whole thing. "Babe, I'm gonna get our lunch from the car. Why don't you go down on the beach and find a spot over there for us?" he said as he pointed to an area where the camera was pointed. She smiled and lovingly said, "Ok!" She kissed him deeply on the lips. "Don't be long!" she said seductively. Jeff smiled and hurried towards the car, afraid of blowing his load then and there. When he saw her walk down on the beach he turned and took the rope from the car and quickly ran to an area where he could watch and not be seen. Dana walked along the beach playing with her hair and looking at the water. She had no idea of the danger. For sometime nothing happened. Jeff was beginning to think bad luck was upon him. But how? This was so perfect! The beach was full of the stuff, how could she miss it? Then he saw it happen. She stumbled a bit and then her feet broke the surface. He watched with great excitement as his beautiful wife looked down curiously. She struggled to get them free, obviously unaware of exactly what she stepped in. The more she struggled, the deeper she went. In a flash she was up to her knees. She stopped for a moment and looked around, probably looking for Jeff. Then with a frustrated look she focused again on her legs. She began pumping them up and down, hoping to free herself, but all this achieved was her rapidly sinking to her thighs. Jeff was in heaven. He knew she wouldn't call for help, she probably figured he would be coming any moment. No sense in calling others over to watch her blunder. Jeff began masturbating as he watched his wife ebb deeper into the quaking sand. She was looking around again for her husband, but then suddenly her head shot down at her disappearing body. Her eyes grew wide as her waist was consumed by the sand. Jeff figured she must have realized she was sinking. She began to call out Jeff's name, fear showing in every word. But Jeff wanted to cum first, then he'd help her. He watched in bliss as his beautiful wife sank ever deeper, slowly she sank to her ribs, still calling for Jeff. Finally Jeff came with the force of a speeding mack truck. He cleaned up and ran down to his wife, rope in hand. When he reached her, her breast were settling into the muck. Her white T-neck turning brown as she went deeper. He couldn't believe the sight before him. His lusicious wife was vanishing before him. He and him alone controlled her fate. He was going to save her though. No question about it, he loved her a lot. But the thought of such power was still great. "Jeff, thank God! I think this is quicksand! I'm sinking! Please, get me out," she begged. He could see the fear in her eyes. He almost felt bad, but the sexual energy wouldn't let him give into that emotion just yet. "Stay calm honey, I'll toss you this rope!" he said, trying to sound like a movie hero. She was so scared she didn't even wonder where the rope came from. The rope managed to become tangled. 'That's what I get for not tying it right,' Jeff thought to himself. He would have to untangle it first. He didn't like the delay. His wife was deep enough as it was. Gonna take time to pull her out. "Hurry!" she pleaded as she held back tears. Jeff didn't even look up as he rapidly tried to untangle the rope. Had he looked up though, he would have noticed his wife, whose breasts had just sank beneath the surface, began to push down on the surface with her hands. A /no no/, any quicksand enthusiast would tell you. He heard her let out a scream and looked up just in time to see his wife descend quickly over her shoulders, her arms nowhere to be seen. It took him just a moment to realize what just happened. "Dana, no! Get your arms out, now!" he commanded. "I can't! They're stuck!" she yelled back, tears now streaming down her flawless face. All that remained above the surface was her neck and head. Her neck which was covered by the tight collar of the T-neck was slowly settling into the mire. This turned on Jeff alot, but he quickly pushed those thoughts aside, as his wife, his love, was rapidly disappearing from existence. He threw the rope aside, knowing it was useless now that she couldn't grasp it and stared at her, thinking about what to do. If he walked in there to help her, they'd both sink, and there was no time to call for help. He really had no clue what to do, he just stared at her, playing scenarios out in his head. Slowly her turtlenecked collar vanished into the sand as her chin dipped the surface. She was sinking really fast now. Jeff knew, if she went under he would lose her. Yet there was nothing he could do, there just wasn't. Dana just stared at Jeff, hoping he would rescue her. She was about to speak when the sand rose over her mouth and under her nose. She was so terrified to move that she didn't even put her head back. Jeff could only watch, powerless. How did this go so wrong? His wife trusted him, loved him and he did this to her. He had gambled her life over his stupid lust and now she was going to drown for it. If only he could be like Tarzan and dive in the pit and rescue her, but he knew that was just hollywood. Jumping in quicksand, especially churned up quicksand, was dangerous. He'd have no way to pull them out. All he could do was watch his wife vanish before him. Dana stared at him with her sparkling blue eyes, eyes that showed blinding fear. She knew he couldn't help her. Still she didn't want to accept her demise, yet it was happening now. Jeff watched as her nose slid under and then he locked eyes with her. She looked at him in a way that said, "I love you." Then without warning her eyes slowly succumbed to the bog. Now all that was left of her was her forehead. Soon that sank under and only a few locks of her hair was all that remained, and then that too vanished. Then she was gone. Bubbles eventually rose to the surface, marking her final breath, and then the bog became silent, the spot she had just been in was smooth and flat again. As if she had never been there. Jeff could only stare at the spot, tears in his eyes. He coudln't believe what he just saw. His wife drowned in quicksand. She drowned in quicksand in a turtleneck, a white tight cotton turtleneck. Normally he'd have been in blissful rapture. But now he was sick to his stomach. The woman he loved was gone, and it was all his fault. For a while he just stood there. Then he quietly he collected his rope and his camera which recorded the whole thing. His wife's death caught on film. He was disgusted. Jeff went to the police and told them what happened. Well close to it. He didn't tell them he had tricked her into the sand. They'd have locked him up forever. The police mounted a team to drag the sand for her body. But they never found it. They told Jeff the pit was too deep. She could be anywhere they told him. The tide would carry the body miles away underground, at an unknown depth. Jeff could imagine his wife's body buried below like a pirates treasure, but probably never to be found. He promptly vomited on the officer's shoes. * Months went by. Jeff had a funeral with an empty casket for Dana. His friends mumbled how he wasn't taking it well. And he wasn't, the guilt was ripping him apart. He quit his job and rarely left the house. When he did, he'd go to the beach and place a rose over the spot Dana vanished from, which was dry now. He had no interest in either fetish now. They were ruined for him forever. The tape Jeff made was never watched. He couldn't bear it. He kept it hidden in his closet. He thought about turning himself in, giving the tape to police, probably why he didn't destroy the tape, but he never could do it. Finally one night, Jeff's guilt peaked. He had been drinking all day and was riding the pink elephant with a vengence. At one point he threw a fit and trashed his home. Then that quickly ended and he broke down and cried. Then he composed himself and made up his mind. He knew what had to be done. He went to his closet first and got the tape. He sat at his desk and wrote a letter explaining everything about that day his wife vanished. How he tricked her, his fetish, and how it can all be witnessed on the tape. He wrote how he could no longer keep his silence, and how he prayed, God would have mercy on his soul. Then he signed it and placed the letter on his kitchen table along with the tape. Quietly he opened his fridge and removed the last beer. He popped the cap and took a sip. He walked into his now trashed living room and took the one thing still intact from his living room table. His wife's photo. The one he took before she died, before he killed her. She looked so happy in the photo. So full of life. What had he done to her. He took another sip of his beer and then walked upstairs to his bedroom, beer and picture in hand. When he reached his bedroom, he sat on his bed and stared at the photo again for a time, then he finished his beer and threw it against his mirror, shattering it. Holding the photo, he reached under his bed and removed a shot gun. It was loaded and ready to go. He kept it that way so it was ready if an intruder ever broke in. He kissed the photo and and before putting it down he looked at his wife and spoke. "Forgive me," he said, then he placed the photo aside and grasped the gun. He placed the barrel in his mouth and closed his eyes, tears welling up. His last thought before pulling the trigger was of the first time he met his wife, and how beautiful she looked.