The first thing that struck me was the absolute silence. Not even a
bird chirping. You could have heard a pin drop. Then somewhere in the
distance a dog barked, a woman screamed, and the world started again.

Lying on my back where the blast had thrown me, I was aware of a
loud ringing in my ears. I felt something hot and wet trickling down
my legs. Had I wet myself? I painfully raised myself on my elbows and
looked down. A large shard of metal was sticking out of my leg, and I
was lying in a rapidly growing pool of blood. Surely that couldn't
all be mine. I knew I was in serious trouble.

Suddenly an angel appeared in front of me. Hauntingly beautiful face
and blue eyes you could drown in set in an unruly mass of blonde
curls.

"Don't try to move," she said.

I felt her tie something tightly round my leg to act as a
tourniquet. I shivered.

"How do you feel?" she asked.

"Cold, so cold, and tired."

My eyelids started to droop. I felt so tired and they felt so heavy.
The woman shook me gently.

"Stay with me, try to stay awake," she urged, but it was a losing
battle.

The woman unzipped my jeans, took out my cock and sucked it into her
mouth. That woke me up in more than one sense, and somehow my body
found enough spare blood to make me hard. From then until the
paramedics arrived, the woman kept me that way. When I was close to
cumming, she stopped. When my eyelids started to droop, she licked
the underside of my shaft and massaged my balls.

Eventually came the sound of sirens, the ambulances racing to help,
gurneys rattling over debris as they were rushed to their casualties.

"Over here, he's lost a lot of blood," the woman shouted, and I
faded into unconsciousness.

****

We've been married twenty years. In private I call her 'my beloved
fuckface' as acknowledgement of the unusual way she saved my life.
And nowadays she lets me cum when she gives me a blowjob.