Marlena had just gotten back from Alice’s and was lounging in a robe with a cup of hot tea when John came barging through the door.
“Where have you been?”
“Hello to you too John.”
“Don’t play with me woman. I asked you a question and I want an answer dammit.” He started rummaging through her purse but stopped short when he saw them. She was on her feet, crossing the room with angry strides.
“Just what in the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Off hand, I’d say getting ready to turn you in for ten murders.” She looked at him incredulously. He pulled her black gloves out of her purse. They were covered with powdered sugar.
“Pretty damning evidence don’t you think.” Her face fell. “Why Alice? Why any of them? Doc, what the hell has gotten into you?”
“Not you lately, that’s for sure.” Her retort shocked him.
“Well, it’s pretty hard to be with your wife when she kicks you out. What snapped with you? Are you even you?” The lack of emotion in her eyes scared him to death. He had to find a way to reach her. The kiss he gave her the other day assured him that this was his wife, at least in body, but her spirit was gone. Suddenly she was in his arms and sobbing uncontrollably.
“John, I didn’t want to. I didn’t know what else to do. Once I started I had to keep covering my tracks. I don’t want to do this anymore.” The whole time she was talking she was reaching for John’s gun. Finally she snatched it from the holster and trained it on her husband.
“You just don’t listen do you John? I told you to leave the penthouse, not to come back, but you did. Now, well, now I’m officially ending it.”
“Doc, you’re not going to shoot me. You couldn’t.”
”You’re right.” She got a sinister gleam in her eye. “You’re so distraught over our separation that you decided to jump from the balcony. Fourteen stories can do some major damage. Now come on, be a good boy.” She waved the gun toward the balcony, but John’s survivor skills kicked in and he grabbed her by the wrist. They struggled for control of the gun. Finally John wrested it from her and pinned her arm behind her back. They were pressed belly to belly and John wasn’t budging an inch. Both were breathing heavily from the effort to obtain the gun. Without thinking John crushed his lips to Marlena’s. He forced his tongue into her mouth and ground his hips against hers. She pulled back as far as she could and slapped him with her free hand. His cheek stung from the blow, but she grabbed him behind the neck and pulled his mouth onto hers once more. He dropped the gun onto the couch, spun Marlena around, and backed her into the small wall space between the door and the stairs. She was still attacking his mouth, her tongue exploring everywhere, as though she had never kissed him before. Her hands balled into fists on the front of his shirt and ripped it open. She raked her nails down his chest and a guttural moan escaped John’s throat. He threw open her robe and used it to thwart Marlena’s roving hands. Her knee came up and pressed against his throbbing manhood. He lowered his head and latched on to one of her breasts. He sucked and bit at it, making her scream in ecstasy. Not wanting to be still, she pulled John’s earlobe between her teeth and made her way down the exposed flesh of his neck, leaving marks along his tender skin. John let the robe fall to the floor and stood back to undo his belt and jeans. Marlena grabbed them and pulled them down to his ankles, along with his boxers. Before standing back up she ran her tongue up his penis and took his balls in her mouth, biting at him. He jumped and pulled her up, pushing her against the wall spread eagle. He took her hips in his hands and pushed into her, almost coming with the first thrust. It had been months.
“God, you’re so wet and so tight.”
“And you’re hard. John, just bang the shit out of me. Now.” He obliged. He only thrust into her a few more times before they both screamed with release. He caught her as she started to fall and held her back against his chest.
“Let me take you upstairs and let’s do this right.” She grabbed his arm.
“No, don’t let me go.” She turned into him and kissed him hard. She took his flaccid member in her hand and rolled the skin until he was hard again. Marlena pulled John to the stairs and made him sit on the second one up. She straddled him and bit at his nipples, eliciting a groan from her lover. She rode him hard and pumped him over and over. Finally, they came together again and she collapsed on top of him. He took her face between his hands and stared into the tawny depths of her eyes. He had found her. His Marlena was still there.
“Baby, I don’t know what happened to you, but I’m going to find a way to fix it. I promise. Do you trust me?”
“More than anything.” With that he scooped her into his arms and took her upstairs to find a way to save his wife.
The Jarlena Journal 