Love in the New Zed Order

When my husband decided to write a post-apocalyptic novel called "Survival In the New Zed Order", I wanted to write a tandem story my own way. His characters, John and Sara, are based entirely on us so their actions and their sex is very much like ours. I'm very open to reading comments, both emailed and public. Enjoy!

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"Don't worry... about a thing. 'Cause every little thing is gonna be alright." She smiled as she sang, washing dishes in the sink using collected rainwater. It's not like she didn't trust Bob Marley in his infinite wisdom, but as she ran rain water over the two plates, she started to doubt everything was actually going to be alright. And lately Sara had done enough worrying for the whole country. Well, whoever was left. She tried not to think about it, and luckily, as she put the plates away in the cabinet, John came through the cabin door. He took off his jacket, shook the rain off, leaving a small puddle on the floor. John looked up at her with his blue eyes, wondering if she was going to scold him for getting the floor wet. It had occurred to her, but she forgot all about it when his eyes met hers. Small things were bothering her less and less lately. There were much bigger things to be concerned with.

It had only been six months since The Event, but it felt like years since times had been normal. Even though it was called "The Event", what happened was much more gradual. John and his buddies had always made jokes about planning for zombies, and Sara had always told them they were crazy. But when she heard about a proposed revolution, she started to think John's cabin in the woods was a good idea. They weren't there because of any kind of revolution. Not a political kind anyway. John followed the news on conspiracy websites, figuring that it couldn't hurt. And when a story was posted about a meth lab explosion in Mexico and then later reports of animalistic humans attacking the locals, he suggested they head up to their cabin in Vermont. Sara wouldn't have gone if she knew why he suggested the weekend away, but she had a hard week teaching, and she craved the warm sun and babbling brook in the backyard of the small cabin. Of course, John followed the news the whole time, and the mainstream media was beginning to report similar stories of the human-like creatures. By the end of the weekend, reports were coming from the town in Massachusetts where they lived. No one knew how the creatures had spread so quickly, but it was undeniable. As they were packing the car to leave Sunday night, it was Sara who suggested they stay, and they had been in the cabin since. The sixth months they had been there were busy. Both sets of their parents had come up, and the area had been made into a compound. Sara organized the women from the two families and had just begun to teach the children John found hiding during a recent supplies mission.

She watched her husband sit down and take his boots off, thankful that they didn't share the small cabin with any of their family members. Sara knew that John was the reason she was still alive. They had seen some terrible things since The Event, and he had protected her from all of the dangers. Sure, she had helped him out too; she could hold her own with her small Beretta 9000s, and the small 9mm hollow point bullets had pierced more creature flesh than she cared to remember. Their marriage had become stronger in the past six months than she ever could have imagined. All that suffered was their sex life. Stress levels were high in the compound, not only from the permanent threat of attack, but from both sets of in-laws being fenced in together as well. They attempted sex at least once a week, but the vast majority of the time one or both of them would become preoccupied, and it wouldn't be fun for either of the pair so they would stop.

Today the stress didn't seem to affect Sara as it normally did. She hadn't realized she was wet until she walked over to greet John. She could smell the forest emanating off his skin, and his woodsy smell turned her on even more. He must have noticed something different about her. When she leaned down to kiss the top of his head, he looked back up at his wife, kissing her lips. John took Sara's face in his hands, kissing her harder than before. Happily surprised, she returned his affection, tilting her head to the right and letting a moan escape her open mouth. His tongue teased her bottom lip. Sara moved closer to her husband, one hand moving from her jaw to her hip. He pulled her even closer, causing her to almost straddle him on his favorite recliner. She took the hint and spread her knees, climbing up on the chair to join John. She adjusted a little for his Ruger on his right hip, and felt his cock, rock hard in his cargo pants. She pushed her breasts into his chest, speeding up their kisses. His hands roamed, landing on her jean-covered ass. It had always been his favorite part of her body, and he was quickly reminded why. He moved his mouth onto her neck, pushing her long brown hair off her shoulders, and nibbling the spot he hoped still drove her crazy. It worked, and Sara began to grind her hips against John, guided by his rough hands.

"Baby," he whispered, huskily, "let's go to the bedroom." Sara jumped off him and started walking to the adjacent bedroom, turning around to look at John like she was worried he wouldn't follow. Finally in the room, John lit the three candles next to the bed. He laid down but stopped Sara before she could join him. His eyes traveled up her body to meet her gaze.

"John, is something wrong?" He could tell he was getting a little self conscious being stared at.

"Sara, you're so beautiful. Will you take your clothes off for me?"

She felt herself blush, but she wanted to please the man who had saved her life countless numbers of times. She kicked off the clogs and socks she was wearing, and unbuttoned her jeans. They seemed like almost a luxury. When the shit had begun to hit the fan, John insisted Sara not wear jeans or anything other than running shoes or boots, even in the house. They weren't practical if they had to run away fast. But now that there were enough men to watch the borders of the compound, Sara slowly started to wear her pre-Event clothes. On her 25th birthday two weeks earlier, she even dared to wear her favorite dress. But now she felt even sexier, pulling her sweater over her head in the most graceful way she knew how.

John watched his young wife, reveling in her curves. She unclasped her light pink bra, releasing her size C breasts with the dark red nipples he loved so much. Standing there in her matching pink briefs, he couldn't help but smile. After all this time and she was still matching her bras to her panties. In such hard times, normalcy was integral to survival. She had lost weight since they moved to the cabin, but her curves were still in all the places he loved from when they were dating and first married. He wasn't sure if it was the moment or a chill in the cabin, but he watched intently as Sara's nipples hardened. He sat up in the bed and smiled at his wife. "Come over here, sweetheart."

She stuck her thumbs in the sides of her panties. "But I'm not done yet," she said coyly, smiling at John.

"I'll get those," he said, and pulled Sara's hand to bring her closer to the bed. Getting on his knees he slid his hands in the back of her underwear, allowing his hot breath to touch her nipples as he leaned over to bring her panties to the floor, exposing her soft pubic hair. She was almost begging him to lick her breasts as his tongue finally flicked her skin. In an instant Sara felt as if her skin was electric, intensely sensitive. One hand rested on John's shoulders, the other on the back of his head, fingers twirling his shortly cropped brown hair.

"Oh, John. God that feels incredible," she exhaled. Breaking out of her daze, she said, "You have way too much on." She began to unbutton his flannel shirt, running her fingers through his chest hair. She slid her hands over his shoulders, pushing the shirt off his arms. She had always thought her husband was sexy, but as her eyes scanned his body, she couldn't help but get even wetter. Wood chopping and helping their families build their own cabins on the compound had toned his muscles. She rested her hands on his chest, feeling his pecs. Every time they had tried to be intimate lately, all she could think of was what he had done with those hands, the things he had killed. But now, as her husband looked at her, the only thoughts in her mind were the times he had saved their asses. How he was the one who phoned her parents and convinced her father to come to Vermont. How he asked her before he made any big decision concerning their family. How on her birthday he gave her bright purple high heels he found in an abandoned store on a supply run, completely impractical, but something she would love. How he still complimented her cooking every night, even if she had never cooked venison before. She craved pleasing him, appreciating him the way he deserved.

Sara pushed John onto his back and started to undo his belt and unbutton his BDUs. She pulled down his boxer briefs, and positioned herself on her stomach between her legs. He let out a long moan as her tongue hit the secret spot right under the head of his cock. She licked to the base and then all the way back up to the tip. Looking up at him, she placed her lips around his hard shaft and slowly moved her head all the way down. Now that it was wet, she could move a little faster. She continued to bob her head up and down, sucking gently. On every up motion, her tongue circled around the head. His breathing got heavy. It had been a long time since they had made love and she didn't think that he had masturbated for even longer. She didn't want things to go too fast so she slowed down. Her tongue unhurriedly licked his cock, making him harder than she had ever felt. Amongst his moans she thought she heard her name, but she couldn't be sure. Nevertheless, going down on John was making her very hot. She didn't realize it, but she had started to gyrate against the bed as she sucked her husband's cock. His hips started to push against her face, forcing him even deeper into her throat. She took his balls in her palm, rubbing them gently, holding the base of his cock with her thumb and forefinger.

"Baby, you have to stop that. Your mouth is not where I want to cum this time." He pulled Sara back up to face level and kissed her hard on the lips. Their tongues danced in her mouth, then his. He brought his hand up to cup her breast, kneading the flesh, feeling her nipple hard against his palm. John leaned over, replacing his palm with his mouth. Nibbling and licking her nipple made him wonder how he didn't insist on doing this daily. His fingers tickled her belly as they traveled down to her pussy. He could feel the heat radiating against his hand as he split her lips and rubbed her clit with his index finger. "Oh my, you're a wet, dirty girl aren't you?" All she could get out was a hum of agreement as he rubbed faster. His mouth never left her nipple as he drew circles around her clit with his fingers.

"You have me too close, John." Sara could never have multiple orgasms, but now wasn't the time to work on that. He was still hard from the incredible job she had done with her mouth, and he rolled onto his knees to kneel in front of her waiting pussy. He positioned his cock at her opening, teasing her clit with the head. John looked down at her, watched her cup her breasts. "Please... please give me your cock, sweetheart." He decided he had teased her enough and slowly pushed the tip of his member into her soaking wet hole. Sara felt herself stretching around him, the pressure feeling incredible.

"Baby, you're so tight. Oh God," he said as he thrusted, watching his cock disappearing into his wife. She lifted her legs and put them over his shoulders, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts. The time since they had had sex was helpful, and she felt tighter than he remembered. She was also squeezing his cock as he pushed deeper, speeding up. She pinched and pulled on her nipples, moaning loudly as he started to pound her pussy.

"John, that feels so good," Sara moaned, just as he started to rub her clit with his thumb. She knew she couldn't last much longer and could tell he was getting close too. "Sit down, baby, let me ride that cock."

He sat down on the bed, back against the headboard. She straddled him, balanced herself with her hands on his shoulders, and slid onto his shaft just as quickly. She squeezed him as tight as she could, rocking her body back and forth. She looked at her husband, a quick check to make sure he was enjoying their love making as much as she was. She saw the lust in his eyes and leaned forward so her tits were in his face. He took them in his hands and lowered his mouth to her chest, licking her nipples and biting them lightly. It took her by surprise when he spanked her roughly, causing her to gasp and moan simultaneously. Sara started to move faster, her clit hitting John's pubic bone as she rode him. "John... I'm going to...." was all she could get out. She started to shudder, and he bucked against her hips. Her wet, convulsing pussy was squeezing him tightly, and he knew he was going to explode. Regaining her senses, Sara was able to push back against John's thrusts under her. He pulled her face to his, kissing her deeply as he exploded. His hot cum spurted into his wife's pussy in three forceful explosions. She slowed down, riding him slowly until he came to. He put his hands on her hips, holding her in place while he kissed her again and brushing her hair out of her face. She slid off of him, both of them sinking into the bed in each other's arms.

Finally, maybe the dry spell is over. Maybe every little thing will be alright, Sara thought, drifting off to sleep on the rising and falling chest of her husband.