The party had gotten kind of boring, I thought as I refilled my drink. At first, these hanging parties were a lot of fun, like my marriage to Annie. We had six great years; the first six then it started to get less interesting after that as we'd done pretty much everything a couple could do in those first six years, except have children, which we couldn't really because of our respective ages. We married late; we were in our forties at the time, and it just didn't seem like a good idea.

    Anyway, that's one of the reasons we started to attend these hanging parties some years ago. At the time consensual hanging was still illegal, even in California so it was a thrill in more ways than one. It was a lot of fun to fuck Annie while someone was hanging in front of us for our pleasure. It was also quite the experience to fuck Annie in front of other people, though we weren't the only ones doing it.  Neither of us ever got to noose dance though, not that I was in a hurry to do so, but it was always a risk. But after these things became legal, and folks started doing it more openly and often, it started to get boring. Take this party for instance; a well-kept woman of 45 had volunteered to hang and had gone to the noose rather happily I think, and she got quite a lot of applause when she jumped off the chair and started to do the noose dance, but I didn't even get a hard-on watching her, which I always had in the past. Something needed to change, but what? 

    I was beginning to feel the alcohol when Annie came up to me and took me by the arm. I could tell that she was kind of bored too.

    "Honey," she started, "what would you think if you and I volunteered to noose-dance tonight?" She asked it very sweetly and with all earnestness, but the question still hit me like a ton of bricks.

    "Are you serious?" I asked, rather incredulously. "You want to end it all now?"

    "Sure, why not?" She shot back. "You know how bored we've been the last couple of years. It's not like it's gonna get better or anything, is it?"

    She had a point there. We were in a rut, though we still loved each other and didn't want to be with anyone else, but life was just getting boring. No kids, no pets, not even a goldfish. Our parents we dead on both sides, and though Annie had a sister, the two could barely stand to be in the same room together. I didn't care much for Annie's sister either, come to think about it. Our jobs were okay, but frankly not exciting and was getting harder all the time just to get through an evening at home without getting bored out of our skulls. Even the sex had gotten very routine. I refilled my glass before asking the next question.

    "Would I at least get to fuck you one last time before we did this? I asked."

    Annie's face lit up at the question with the kind of smile I had not seen from her in a long time. Too long. It was too bad that it was something like this that was bringing it out in her. Or maybe it wasn't? Could it be that this was the logical end of our relationship?  The idea was intriguing.

    "Of course," she replied. "They have bedrooms upstairs for exactly that!"

    I took another long sip of my whisky, enjoying the cool the ice cubes were imparting on the liquor. I also began to feel my dick getting hard, not so much at the thought of hanging, but at the thought of banging Annie one final time, knowing it would be our last time. I knew we would both do our best to make it the best sex we'd ever had. Better even than our first time. I paused and took another gulp of my scotch.

    "What the fuck? Let's do it," I said softly as I put down my glass.

    Annie's eyes lit up at that and a broad smile broke across her face. She reached up to and put her hands to the back of my head and pulled down to kiss me like she hadn't kissed me in years.

    "Stay here," she said, "and I'll go tell our hostess to put up two more nooses. I think we can be ready in an hour or so, don't you?"

    I just nodded silently, realizing that I'd just signed my own death warrant and that I had sixty minutes to live, more or less. I was going to make them count. Before Annie and I could quite get away, our hostess Ellen announced to the room that Annie had volunteered to hang ourselves at midnight, so that no-one should leave the party before then. That drew a wild round of applause from the guests, many of whom must have been wondering if there would be any more real entertainment tonight. It also gave us about an hour and a half and I was grateful for the extra bit of time. Not that I was all that afraid of the end, but that I'd have just a bit more time with Annie to make things right again between us.

    We couldn't wait to get our clothes off. In fact, we'd started casting them off before we even got all the way up the stairs to the bedroom. We threw them down as we climbed up. This amused the other guests no end, but frankly, we would never have any further need of them, so who cared where we threw them? We were still tearing away at them madly when we fell the bed and it was true we found; knowing we were both going do die shortly and this would be our last time ever together on this earth prompted us to make the minutes that followed the very best of our lives. In that hour and a half or so, we managed to do everything we'd ever enjoyed doing together in bed, not to mention a few we things we had never tried but wanted to. We showered twice along the way; once midway through and once again ten minutes before the big finale. We both wanted to be as fresh as possible for our final moments, which would be difficult ones.  I poured myself a final drink from the room's mini bar as I watched Annie, clad in nothing more than a towel apply her lipstick one final time. It was an odd thing to do before being hanged, but I enjoyed watching her do it just as I did after we were first married. Finally content at her appearance, she turned to me.

    "How do I look?" she asked.

    "As gorgeous as the day I first laid eyes on you," I answered. She smiled at that, pausing before speaking again.

    "Good. What say we go back downstairs and show those chickenhearts and voyeurs just how fucking nuts we are?"

    "Let's, do that," I answered back. I was ready in that instant. Despite the las couple of years not being so great, I still loved Annie very deeply and I knew she felt the same way about me. We'd just had the best sex ever in our twelve years of marriage, and though we could have chickened out just then at the cost of never being invited to another noose dancing party, we both knew that if we did, it would just be downhill for us. We were never again going to have sex of the same quality as we just had, staring imminent death in the face and so tonight we would go out on top and with a bang. With that, I took Annie by the and, my unfinished drink in the other, and we went out the bedroom door.

    We were greeted with applause as we walked down the stairs hand in hand. Two nooses and two chairs awaited us in the main room below and we made our way to them. I could feel my dick getting hard again as we got closer to the nooses and as we got to the chairs, I put down my drink and ripped the towel from my waist and pointed out my hard-on to the audience, who of course loved it.

    "Take it off! Take it off!" they shouted at Annie, who was still wearing her towel. She smiled and teased the audience a for a while, pretending to be bashful, until in a moment of playfulness, I reached over and ripped the towel off her now completely naked body. We were both over fifty by now, but you'd never know this looking at Annie. She was still stunning in the flesh, having looked after her body as though she somehow wanted to live forever. Or is it that she simply wanted to look great on the day of her death? If so, she accomplished exactly that. I leaned over and kissed her, throwing her towel away to the audience as I did. They went wild with that.

    After a good long kiss, I climbed up my chair as Annie whispered something to our hostess, Ellen. Then she turned to the chair and I bent over and put out my hand to help her climb it. We noosed one another very carefully. There was no longer any question at this point that we would do anything but die here and now. We had completely accepted this fact and it was just a matter of seconds now before the big show. We put our hands behind our backs for cuffing, and as soon as this was done, Annie leaned over to me and kissed me one final time. It was not a short kiss by any stretch, and as we were doing it, I felt the chair being pulled out from under me and saw that the same had happened to Annie. Those must have been her final instructions to Ellen.

    I'm at the bottom of the rope and I'm struggling now. Hitting bottom hurt like hell. I can see Annie struggling for breath also. Both of us are kicking wildly just now and that rope is burning my neck, crushing my throad. Owing to our bodies bump into one another repeatedly as we struggle in our final moments. The audience is loving it and applauding and I can see and feel camera flashes popping as as the guests snap photos of our final moments. The pain is incredible, and I wonder how much worse it would be if I hadn't drunk so much whisky tonight. Somehow, and to my amazement, I feel myself ejaculating again. Amazing as I'd done so twice tonight already. This time would definitely be the last. The rope has compressed my carotid artery so much that my heart is slowing down and the world is quickly going dark. I manage to lift my head slightly one final time just as Annie does the same thing. She manages to smile weakly and I try to do the same. Good-bye Annie. I love you.