Bearing The Consequences

Sleepily, I rub my eyes and clear the fog from my mind. Hearing the rustling of the tent around me, I'm reminded that I'm camping with my husband. He loves camping but me... let's just say this is just one of the few things I let my husband subject me to so he can be happy.

I roll over in the annoying crinkly sleeping bag to scootch closer to him, stealing his warmth. He smells like sweat, no doubt from doing almost everything to get us here. He bought all the supplies, packed everything, drove us here and set up camp almost entirely alone. Not from the lack of my trying to offer help, he wanted me to relax, and likely not get in his way.

Still sleeping, he is on his back in his boxers. The sleeping bag is raised slightly in the middle, it seems pitching tents is just what his body is built for right now.

I reach down and lightly fondle him, he groans lightly and makes a subtle half smile as I grab him. I move underneath the cover as quietly and slowly as I can. After a moment, I push his boxers down, feeling his erection free itself dramatically from its restraints.

The noise of the sleeping bag crinkling, mixed with the tip of his dick suddenly touching the interior fabric is what fully wakes him up. His eyes shoot open and I sense he is searching for me - I grip his shaft a little harder as I push my mouth down onto his cock, the flat side of my tongue generously colliding with the tip until it slips fully in. He reels for a moment, and I feel his hips raise up in reaction, hitting the back of my throat and gagging me.

A little taken aback by the sensation, I recompose myself and continue. He's groaning, hot hands under the sleeping bag tangled in my hair. He pushes my head down as I bob, I feel my thighs and crotch start to clench in response and in anticipation of what's to come.

Suddenly, there's a noise from outside of the tent. We both stop dead, the light rustling of the sleeping bag is the only noise as I freeze with his dick in my mouth. His body is totally still, I feel the hairs raise up on his stomach. There's something outside of the tent, loudly grunting and rifling around in our things. Large footsteps stomp around, deep low grunting and a mixture of slight snarls moves around the tent and our bags.

The stillness of his body and the hairs on his legs standing up makes me suddenly extremely aware that I'm mostly naked with a dick in my mouth. Somehow, the fear does not shake him as his cock twitching on my tongue is startlingly apparent in contrast to the stillness of his body.

I have a choice to make, if I am to die in a bear attack, would I rather go down while sucking my man's dick or half naked, weakly running away? I'd assuredly lose in any scenario so I might as well go out happy.

I move my mouth down hard, my husband gasps as if I've shot him.

"There's a fucking bear outside the tent!" He hisses, quietly. I move slightly up and down. "Are you seriously going to keep-" I flick the tip with my tongue, his body quivers under the strain of trying to keep quiet.

His duress is so intoxicating, I can feel the hairs on his body standing up, goosebumps on every exposed piece of skin I can touch. The sniffing moves away slightly to the picnic table... the table I'm now realizing I may have left our breakfast on. The breakfast that he had explicitly told me not to leave out. You know the consequences of leaving food out? Wild animals. Bears. He specifically said bears. After telling me to put it away. Whoops.

We both come to the same realization at the same time, sheepishly, my mouth curls into a smile despite still having the tip of his cock in my mouth in the darkness.

He dramatically lifts the sleeping bag flap, looking in at me. I see his face, angrily looking at me in the triangular shape of light that exposes me, crouched over him like a wild animal.

He hisses, in a somehow dramatically loud whisper, "You left the breakfast on the table!? I told you! I told you to put it away!" I'm looking up at him, my lips still comically suctioned down on his cock as I stare wide eyed, looking sheepishly around, guilty. Caught red handed not listening and now it's cost us our breakfasts and put us in danger.

I do the only thing I can think of, turning back as quickly as I can and forcing his dick into my mouth. I suck up and down as fast as I can, my spit being the saving grace, allowing me to glide back and forth. The sounds are quiet but noticeable, slurping and smacking as I forge ahead. I can feel he is very angry at me, his muscles flex in his arms and stomach. His breathing is grunts of reluctant, angry pleasure. He wants to be mad. He wants to fight with me to tell me how stupid I was for leaving the food out and how stupid I'm being for rejecting consequences by continuing with the blow job.

I feel him breathe in and out as if coming to a decision, his arms flex downward to me. He grabs my head and neck, forcing his cock farther into my mouth, fucking my face furiously. This is punishment for my being dumb and being slutty, just combined together. Deciding to not be a passive participant in this situation, he's taking charge.

The sensation is overwhelming, I'm gagging dramatically on his cock over and over again. Part of me hasn't decided if I like it but it seems like I don't have much of a choice at this point. His forearms are flexed, gripping hard as rocks on my neck and hair. Holding me so firmly that I have basically lost all autonomous movement.

He pushes into my throat and I feel my eyes roll back into my head. My breathing slows slightly as I relax into it, his dick enters farther than he's ever been, down my throat. The skin and hair of his body is smashed into my face, the smell of sweat and his body wash makes me groan loudly. He hisses quietly, "shut the fuck up, the only sound I wanna hear from you is swallowing."

My pussy is throbbing and wet, rubbing on my twisted legs. My arms are basically just holding me up, I apparently didn't need them to help with the blow job anymore since there's nothing left to grab.

The bear, which I'd forgotten was even there, has finished his breakfast and has started looking for more. He's sniffing around the edges of the tent. His wet nose is moving on the crinkling material, pushing inward to test the tensile strength of the tent.

My husband's entire body tenses, and for an impossible amount of time he holds me down onto his engorged, twitching dick. I'm breathing heavy through my nose while still feeling the end of his cock past my uvula. Somehow I'm not gagging, the fear of making noises has paralyzed me. The muscles in my throat spasm around his tip as all remaining spit in my mouth activates my swallowing reflex.

The spasming of my throat and mouth muscles around his frenulum starts to send him over, without moving his dick out at all, he engorges, pushes his hips up and I feel his cum move in waves into my throat. My neck muscles seize in response and force his cum down, each wave is met in tandem to my throat accepting it. His stomach and hips seize upwards even father and he lets out the smallest, most restrained sound of pleasure.

The bear decides there is no more food to be had, just in time for me to force my head upward as if surfacing from the depths of water. The sleeping bag flaps open behind me as I gasp for air, a stream of sticky cum following me upward as I fall back onto my ass. My mouth is dripping with cum, my wet legs spread out and my hands behind me propping me up as I gasp and feel the last of his salty cum travel down my esophagus, my swallowing reflex activated over and over until can settle and breath normally.

We both look at each other with a mixture of shock, anger, and incredulity. I smile a little and he slightly laughs, the adrenaline of the situation moving over us as we realize what just happened.

Sheepishly, I say, "I'm sorry for leaving the food out." He moves toward me, grabbing my waist, "Just remember the consequences if you don't listen to me again." He grabs my throat with a firm hand, smiling while staring at me intensely for a long moment.

"Now let's take care of this," he moves his hand down onto my sopping wet pussy, patiently waiting for its turn.