Who did I just marry? (18+)

Chapter 6: A Seemingly Normal Day

Daylight came quickly as if rolling up the blinds of a window. The Forrest seemed quiet, strangely quiet. No birds tweeting, no grasshoppers staining the silence with the mockery of noise they make and no wind either. Mr. Johnson was curious as to why this phenomenon is being experienced at this current time. Normally there would be at one animal making a sound but none at all seemed more than strange.

As he got up and headed to the kitchen, there she was, his wife. She hadn't been missing today thank God but she seemed different. Suddenly she turned around launching a piece of silverware at him shouting angrily at him. He ran to her dodging pots and pans in the midst of everything, making it to where she stood he restrained her from the back. As tears started to flow down her face she sniffled lightly,

"You died that night! At least that's what they told me," said Mrs. Johnson.

"who told you that, and how did 'they' know where we lived?," asked Mr. Johnson.

But before she could answer he proceeded to tell his wife about his crazy time he had trying to get back to her all the way out here. (Leaving out the part about him getting raped of course. That would just kill her.) She freed herself from his grasp before turning and looking him in the eyes and kissing him wholly and lovingly.

Her eyes closed as he stuck his tongue down her throat grasping her waist tightly causing her to inhale deeply. He proceeded to bite and kiss her neck softly occasionally sucking her on the way down. He removed the strap of her blouse and let it fall softly to the floor. Her perfect pink nipples exposed, rose signaling her arousal. He made his way to them maneuvering his tongue over them in a circular motion before holding her breasts and sucking them. He then gripped her waist again and lifted her to the counter, she knew what he wanted so she leaned back rubbing her clitoris moistening her vagina for him. He looked into her eyes before taking hold of both her legs and bringing her body closer to the edge if the counter. His tongue massaged her clitoris before gracing the walls of her vagina. He licked an sucked her gripping her thighs tighter with every sound of her moaning as if it was in consent, an unspoken language of lovemaking.

He stuck his index and middle finger into her vagina stimulating her even more. She grew even wetter by the millisecond biting her lips and moaning, burying her nails scratching into his skin. She was on cloud nine, suddenly her moaning changed from soft and melodious to forced and painful. On his tongue, she oozed white liquid as he swallowed. Raising his head she kissed him, tongue down her throat while raising her off the counter. She pulled away squatting, slowly unzipping his dockers jeans finally unbuttoning and sliding them to his ankles. She playfully bit his underwear where the outline for his dick had been.

"This f***ing dick is mine!" she said as she reached in with one hand and slid the underwear down with the other.

Gripping his stiff dick she lifted her head and stuck the whole thing down her throat. She added little teeth on the way up before she started blowing him at a quickened pace. His moans turning her on again she starts sucking the tip, pulling and tugging lightly, dragging it across the whole length of her tongue. She felt his dick throbbing so she continued jerking it now sucking his testicle. Mmmm! he loved that. Why was she so wicked?
His throbbing, now heavier she knew he was ready. She let go and shoved the whole dick down her throat caressing it with her esophagus until he ejaculated, holding her head in place pulling it closer to him while the white chunky but smooth seamen flowed seamlessly down her throat while she swallowed.

"Good morning!" he said while trying to catch his breath.

He kissed her then proceeded to pour them two cups of coffee with cream. As the two steaming cups collided they toasted to surviving the night and a good early morning foreplay session. Mr. Johnson knew that in order to survive any longer they had to head further north, but even if they reached, there was no way of knowing if whatever happened here also happened up there.

A ranger's station was located midway up the mountain and once there were survivors, would be able to get information on what happened down here. They needed to be quiet so they packed just food and a few clothes and set out on foot through the back door. Too risky to wander off alone Mr. Johnson held Mrs. Johnson's hand as they proceeded north. They came across a creaky, moss-covered, old bridge that they had no choice but to cross in order to continue their journey. Mr. Johnson went first, halfway across the rope snapped. Mr. Johnson grabbed the half that was still intact holding on to the other side with his left hand.

"John!," Martha screamed

As her high pitched voice echoed in the surrounding area she began to hear snarls and barking while the bushes began parting as something ran her way. She also heard some patrols shouting as they made their way to her direction. Staring at how steep the drop was her knees began to buckle but she had to jump in order not to get spotted or killed.

"No Martha, don't jump!" Mr. Johnson yelled but he was too late.

SPLASH!, she went as she hit the gushing water of the river. Gasping for air her bag too heavy with supplies she had to let go in order to stay afloat. At this point, Mr. Johnson climbed up to the other side and ran following her from way above. She was thrown off the edge of a waterfall luckily she held on to a log that floated by.

SPLASH!, she went again this time beneath the water a lot longer now. By the time Mr. Johnson reached his wife she was majoritily on the bank but wasn't breathing. He ran to her administering CPR, pressing her chest and blowing into her mouth but nothing. Tears filled his eyes but he wasn't about to give up on his wife.

"Wake up Martha, Please don't leave me. I beg of you Martha you're all I have!" .Mr Johnson pleaded as he blew one more time.

'COUGH! COUGH! ,' the sound of relief graced his ears as he wiped his eyes. She hugged him as tears left her eyes still coughing.