"I'm working honey." I said out loud after hearing light tapping. The door to my office swung open, and like several times in the past, my wife walked in without a head on her shoulders. She wore a white lacy gown.

And that only meant one thing.

"Not now, I'm busy." My words had no impact. The headless body tip-toed up to me, and ran her hands down my chest. "Where is your head? Did you throw it in the trash again?"

The body continued its attempt to prepare me for her favorite activity. A hand traveled down to my crotch, bending over enough to have the flat section of skin covering her neck in full view. I wanted to lick and suck on it. She loved the sensation. But I had three reports that needed to be done. She would have to wait if I was going to get paid.

My chair was forcibly turned around and my wife's headless body straddled my lap, sat down, and put on a show of teasing her breasts through the gown. I sighed.

"Fucking hell. Alright. But you're putting your head back on after this!".