My Wife Was My First

My wife was my first. We were young, and very much in love. Our wedding was a quiet but romantic affair. We were married in an old church on the edge of the town all of our direct family was there. Her parents, my mother, both of her brothers and my creepy aunt who was never invited by seemed to find out about all such family events and turn up nonetheless.

It was raining out, but it was getting towards the end of summer, and the autumn weather was becoming more regular in its appearances.

We didn't care, we were in love and that was all that mattered. Not long out of High School we had been dating since we were Thirteen, best friends and soul mates. We had known we would be together forever from the very first day we spent together.

The hotel that our families had gotten us a room in was amazing. 5 stars; the honeymoon suite. They had really spared no expense and pulled out all the stops which was amazing given the current situation the world was in.

Alone at last, and with 3 years of lust stored up inside we wasted no time in consummating out marriage. Together at last. We were each other's firsts, and we had no regrets about waiting.

Susan my bride and wife stood before me, her naked body a picture of beauty, her chest rising and falling at a nervous speed, her nipples hard and dark against her cream skin. So smooth... her whole body, it called to me. I to was naked and she was staring at me with the same look I was sure occupied my face. We moved closer, and that was when I saw her limping.

"What's wrong?" I asked, seeing the way her face froze with horror.

"Nothing, its nothing, I just cut myself shaving my legs." She spoke quickly, throwing her arms around me, showering my body with kisses. Her body was so warm against mine, it was electric.

"Are you sure?" I asked, my mind suddenly worried, a new and much more intense worry about her safety.

"Yes," She spoke between locked lips and entwined tongues. We fell of the bed, and she climbed on top of me. Her favourite position for making out and well, I was sure I would find out what else....

... it was then that I saw the blood on the bed sheets and felt her heart racing as her chest lay against my own.

I was suddenly so afraid of hurting her that I froze, completely lost and no idea of what to do next.

"Take me" She whispered, begged in my ear.

I rolled over, pinning her beneath me, I took one last look at the beautiful face of innocence, sprang from the bed and grabbed the machete from the case we all carry with us nowadays. I put enough power in it to fell even the thickest zombie neck, I didn't want her to suffer any more than was needed.

Like I said, my wife was my first, it was just a shame we couldn't marry before the zombie holocaust shook the world. Maybe it wouldn't have changed things, but at least I wouldn't still be a virgin.