"Is this french onion dip?" Michonne asked, studying the small bowl Rick had just placed on the coffee table in front of her.
"Uh, no. I think it's just regular onion dip?" Rick shrugged as he placed the remaining arm full of various snack foods on the table.
"Aww, babe! You know I only eat french." She whined.
Rick exhaled loudly and shot her the quickest of side-eyes, heading back towards the kitchen.
"What the hell is the difference between french onion and regular onion, anyway?" Daryl asked, grabbing and popping open a bag of potato chips.
"French onion is just-" Michonne began.
"There isn't one!" Rick's voice echoed from the kitchen.
"Yes! There is," She shot back, leaning in the direction of the kitchen to make sure Rick could hear her.
"French onion has a nice buttery taste to it. Regular onion is just tangy mayonnaise, basically." She lowered her voice, speaking directly to Daryl.
"'Chonne, it's dip. It ain't that deep, woman." He stopped stuffing the chips into his mouth for a moment and stared at her blankly.
"Oh, shut up. Rick would you just get your ass out here so we can start the movie!" She plopped back on the couch, pulling their large blanket over her lap.
Rick shook his head as he grabbed a six-pack of beer and headed back into the darkened living room. Tonight was supposed to be a quiet, romantic evening at home with his boyfriend and girlfriend, but starting it off with a dip argument wasn't exactly what he had in mind. It had been so long since the three of them spent any quality time together and he wanted everything to be perfect. He had taken the night off and his next shift wasn't until the following afternoon. He somehow managed to drag Michonne away from the office for a day and got Daryl to give the auto shop a brief break. He even got the kids out of the house, insisting they spend the night with their mother, Lori, which she absolutely adored any chance to spend time with her babies.
"Stop pouting. You're just mad because you know that firm is capable of functioning for one day without your presence." Rick placed the pack of beer on the table and sat down on the other side of Michonne.
She playfully stuck her tongue out at him and reached for the giant bowl of popcorn.
"I'm still not eating that dip."
"Well, more dip for us then."
"C'mon, y'all, can we get the movie goin' already? Damn." Daryl said impatiently as he reached for a beer.
"It better not be nothing scary." Michonne warned.
"Relax, it's not. It is a classic though." Rick replied.
"Showgirls!" Daryl exclaimed.
Rick and Michonne broke out laughing.
"God, no." Michonne chuckled, tossing a few kernals of popcorn at him.
"Not quite, Daryl. Dirty Dancing." Rick grabbed the remote control and pressed play.
"Ah, well. It's no Showgirls, but it'll do." He cocked an eyebrow and took another swig of beer.
They were almost halfway through the movie and settled in comfortably on the couch. Michonne resting her head in Rick's lap and Daryl snuggled up behind her, hand under her shirt lazily caressing her tummy.
"I swear, every time I see this movie, my Swayze crush comes flying right back." Michonne said softly.
"Tell me about it." Daryl Agreed.
"I was more of a Travolta man, myself." Rick chimed in.
A brief silence was quickly followed by snorting laughter from Daryl and Michonne.
"What?! Travolta used to be good looking." Rick insisted.
"Anyway," Daryl continued, not even bothering to acknowledge Rick's statement any further.
"This movie was like porn for me. 'Member one time Merle caught me jackin' it and I had to lie and tell him it was for that Jennifer chick or get my ass beat." He chuckled
"That explains this then." Michonne giggled, pressing her ass up against Daryl's noticably growing erection.
"Nah, that's all you, babe." He lightly kissed her shoulder and slid his hand around to her hip, gently squeezing.
"Oh? And what about me?" Rick asked jokingly while raking his fingers through Daryl's hair.
"You're not the one layin' with your ass pushed up against my dick right now." Daryl replied, using that low, husky tone of voice he only used with them.
He continued to caress her hips, making his way down her thigh and back around to her behind. Michonne began to feel that familiar tingle between her legs. Her eyelids suddenly so heavy as she fought the urge to shut them and take in the feeling of his hands.
"Only because Miss Piggy here is hoggin' all the Daryl." Rick teased, gently rocking the leg she was laying across back and forth.
"Fuuuck you." Michonne rasped.
They all giggled softly but Daryl's hand continued to roam, creeping down and inside the front of her pants and coming into contact with her heat. Michonne gasped and shuddered as he began to massage the area lightly over her rapidly dampening panties.
Rick felt his own cock begin to twitch at the sight of Daryl's hand down in her pants and the sound of Michonne's labored breathing with the occasional hitch.
Michonne could feel Daryl rock hard now against her ass and reached behind her to rub the hardness through his pants as he continued to rub her. He groaned at the feel of her hand and trailed soft kisses along her shoulder, up the side of her neck and stopping at her earlobe, nibbling at it.
Rick continued to run his fingers through Daryl's hair, his other hand rubbing his own hardening cock through his pants. All three were breathing heavily at this point as if the air had suddenly been taken out of the room.
Daryl finally slid his fingers inside of her panties and was instantly met with the slick wetness of her bald pussy. Michonne gasped at the direct contact and let out her first moan of the evening. Her boys delighted and grew even more aroused.
"There we go." Rick smiled, sounding almost proud.
"Now we're gettin' somewhere." Daryl growled into her neck.
He began circling her clit slowly, her lubrication coating his fingers. She whimpered and instinctively rolled her pelvis against his hand, just as he began to grind his cock up against her. She reached one hand out to grip Rick's shirt, while the other reached under her shirt to cup and fondle her own breasts. Alternating between rubbing and pinching both nipples, hissing and biting her bottom lip at the sensation. Rick helped her out and pulled her shirt up higher, while leaning down to capture her mouth with his in a deep, wet kiss.
Daryl quickened the circling around her clit and Michonne began to moan uncontrollably now into Rick's mouth, with Daryl panting into her ear. She reached up to pull at Rick's curls while he replaced her hand in fondling her breasts. He decided to release her mouth as he'd much rather hear her moaning at full volume. Daryl seemed to thank him by strumming her clit at full speed. Michonne squirmed against both men and nearly escaped the hold they had on her.
"O-oh my fucking...Daryl! Shit, oh my god!" She cried.
"C'mon, baby, cum for me. I know it's there, it's right there, ain't it?" Daryl breathed into her neck.
"Let it go, baby. Look at me and let it go." Rick whispered against her lips and continued to work her breasts. She still had a fistful of his hair and tried her best to maintain eye contact as that glorious pressure continued to build in her core and up through her abdomen.
"Oh god, I'm gonna cum!" She yelled.
Rick and Daryl continued to encourage her until the orgasm finally tore through her. Her vision swirling, her body shaking and her pussy pulsating, drenching Daryl's hand.
"Yeah, there it is."
"Good girl."
They continued to praise and cover her in kisses, guiding her through her orgasm. She hummed and huffed as she began to come down.
"Jesus..." She was finally able to form a word.
Daryl removed his hand and brought it to his mouth, licking her juices off. Rick leaned in to help him clean it. Sucking one finger at a time, Daryl chuckled and licked at his palm. Their tongues ended up slipping into each other's mouths and danced together in a sloppy kiss.
Michonne, having gathered her bearings, glanced into Rick's lap and noticed his cock straining against the material. She flipped over onto her stomach and slid to her knees on the floor. Rick and Daryl continued to make out while she worked his jeans, undoing the belt, button and zipper. She was met by his dick tenting his boxer briefs. Not being able to help herself, she gave the entire length of his member one long lick, leaving a wet trail along his underwear. Rick felt the warmth of her tongue and groaned into Daryl's mouth, breaking their kiss to toss his head back. He looked back down and saw Michonne smiling wickedly as she tugged on his jeans, encouraging him to lift his hips so she could pull them off.
"Such a tease." He drawled, that sexy southern accent thick with arousal.
Michonne bit her bottom lip and giggled with an almost childlike glee.
Daryl leaned over into Rick's lap and helped Michonne pull his underwear down, once again prompting him to lift his hips. His cock, in all its thick and veiny goodness, sprang free. The tip already glistening with his pre-cum.
Daryl wasted no time in licking at the shiny head, while Michonne massaged his balls and trailed wet kisses along his inner thighs. Rick's entire body tensed at the assault of sensations.
"Oh my god..." He sighed, eyes rolling shut and his head tossed back once again.
Daryl continued to flick and swirl his tongue over the sensitive head, his hand now wrapped around the base.
"C'mon, you two. Killin' me over here." Rick groaned as they continued to tease, lick and flick.
Michonne and Daryl locked eyes, a soft knowing grin on both of their faces. He then sank his mouth onto the engorged flesh, slowly taking it to the hilt. Michonne continued to suck and lick at Rick's balls, lightly scraping her fingernails up and down his thighs.
"Fuck." Rick moaned, one hand flying to Daryl's hair while the other grabbed at Michonne's locs.
The feeling of two warm mouths working his dick and balls was overwhelming. He quickly pulled his shirt up over his head and tossed it to the side. Michonne looked up and delighted in seeing the rest of his beautiful body. Her hands were all over all him.
Daryl was working magic on Rick's cock and Michonne found herself pausing to admire his skills. She glanced up at a loudly moaning Rick, chest heaving, sweat coating his neck and forehead, he was in such beautiful agony.
"Damn, baby, let me get some." Michonne licked at the base and up the side, their mouths colliding and tongues intermingling around Rick's member.
"Not if you want me to last." Rick said urgently.
"Get off it already, you show off." Michonne teasingly pushed at his shoulder.
Daryl finally freed Rick from his mouth with a pop. A smug grin on his face as he quickly began to undress, his own cock now aching for attention.
"Get those clothes off and get up here, woman." Rick demanded.
Michonne did just as she was told, shedding her oversized t-shirt, tight black yoga pants and panties. Rick stroked himself as he watched her undress, her beautiful body like a silhouette against the blueish glow of the TV. Daryl sat now fully naked at the other end of the couch, also stroking himself.
"What chu waitin' for? Go get it." Daryl motioned towards Rick, anxious for the show they were about to put on for him.
Michonne quickly straddled Rick's lap and kissed him deeply as he grabbed her hips and guided himself into her soaking center. She sank down on his member with ease, her body having been ready for a while. Rick groaned at the warmth of her engulfing his dick and Michonne cooed, slowly winding her hips as her pussy adjusted.
"You feel so fucking good." Rick growled as she began to rock.
"Yes, baby." Michonne whispered, her head tossed back, lost in the fullness of his dick.
Her pace quickened and Rick fucked into her, matching her pace. His fingers digging into her thighs and hips with each stroke. Daryl slowly stroked his cock at the sight, his breathing heavy and the occasional moan escaping his lips. He always enjoyed watching them almost as much as he enjoyed fucking them, they were so hot together.
Rick was now pounding up into Michonne with nearly every ounce of his strength, grunting loudly with each impact. A sheen of sweat covered both of their bodies.
"That's so fucking good like that, please don't stop!" Michonne sobbed.
Rick reached up to cup her bouncing breasts and shut his eyes tight, trying his damndest to hold it together.
Michonne reached down between them and began playing with her clit as they continued to fuck each other with an unrelenting rhythm. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her mouth hanged open in a silent O, not even able to moan any longer as she was so close to flying apart.
"Fuck." Daryl whispered, the sight of them fucking, the smell of sex surrounding them and sounds of them breathing, moaning and Rick's cock slamming into her wetness was almost too much for him. He had to stop himself from stroking, he still wanted his turn to fuck Michonne.
"Oh god, I'm com-" She couldn't even get the words out before exploding into her second orgasm of the night.
Her walls clenched and pulsed around Rick's cock and it was more than he could take.
"Goddamn!" He shouted.
He quickly pulled out and spilled all over his chest and belly. Michonne remained seated in his lap, struggling to catch her breath.
"So fuckin' hot." Daryl crawled towards them and proceeded to lick at Rick's belly, cleaning up the mess he had made.
"I know you're not tired, it's my turn now." Daryl sat up and pulled Michonne into a sloppy kiss, sharing the remnants of Rick's seed with her.
"I'm not that tired." She mumbled against his mouth, taking his cock in her hand and slowly stroking it.
Daryl quickly lifted her off of Rick.
"Babe, turn around." He instructed, motioning for Rick to change his position.
Rick shifted so that his back was now against the arm of the couch and he was halfway stretched out. Daryl laid between his legs with Michonne resting on top of him. She lifted slightly as he reached down and grabbed his cock, ready to push inside her. But he decided to take the opportunity to rub the head through the swollen folds of her dripping pussy, grazing her now overly sensitive clit. After two intense orgasm and a third surely on the way, any contact sent electricity through her body.
"Oh, fuck," She yelped.
"You bastard, put it in."
"You didn't say please." Daryl teased, a devilish smirk on his face.
Michonne caught him by surprise when her hand flew to his and she quickly sank down on his dick. He grunted loudly at the sudden warm wetness wrapped around him and tossed his head back into Rick's chest.
"Goddamn, 'Chonne." He hissed.
Michonne began to bounce on his dick and his arms were being held down by Rick.
"Oh god, that's so good." She moaned, her eyes tightly shut, concentrating, determined to fuck him harder.
She dragged her fingernails down his chest, leaving bright red trails. He winced and licked his lips, as if he were trying to taste the pain.
"Wait, slow down." Daryl pleaded, feeling himself getting closer and closer, his hips instinctively bucking to match her rhythm.
"Keep going." Rick ordered.
He kissed and sucked at Daryl's neck, and trailed his tongue up to his ear, catching his earlobe between his teeth.
"Look at that, baby. You see that? That looks so good." Rick whispered in his ear.
Daryl opened his eyes and looked down at where he and Michonne met, her pussy sliding up and down on his cock, coating it with her juices. He growled at the sight. It was almost too good, he couldn't stand it.
Rick continued to whisper filthy encouragements into his ear, his fingers working his way into his mouth. Daryl eagerly sucked at and moaned around them.
"Shit...almost there." Daryl garbled around Rick's fingers.
"Cum for me, baby. C'mon." Michonne moaned, her own orgasm fast approaching.
A few strokes later, Daryl exploded inside of her.
"Oh, fuck!" He cried out as his body jerked.
His hot seed filling her up was more than enough to set her off. She sobbed as her body convulsed and her walls clamped down on his dick, milking whatever he had left.
She collapsed into his chest and Rick tilted his head up, kissing him as he came down from his orgasm.
The lovers were a sweaty, messy, exhausted heap, kissing and caressing each other, not even noticing the movie had ended.
"Well," Michonne finally broke their blissful silence.
"I hope you're happy, Grimes." She said.
"Yeah, I think you're pretty happy too." He replied with a knowing smile.
"Damn straight. Happiest woman in Kings County." Daryl added.
Michonne giggled and blushed.
"I guess. I don't know what I would do without you dorks." She leaned in and gave them each a light kiss on the tip of their noses.
"Same here, baby." Rick replied, grabbing her hand and interlocking their fingers.
"Y'all. I, uh, think we missed the movie." Daryl pointed to the TV.
"We always miss the movies, Daryl." Rick laughed.
"I seriously don't think we've made it all the way through a single movie since we've been together." Michonne rolled out of Daryl's lap and tried to stand, her knees like jello.
"So? Ain't no movie got shit on you two anyway." Daryl said as he helped her to her feet.
Rick was the last of the trio to get up, all of their bodies still recovering from the explosive sex.
"Come shower with me, boys." Michonne motioned for both of them to follow her up the stairs to the bathroom.
Rick and Daryl shot each other an excited expression.
"...Round two?" Rick asked.
"Round two? Really, you guys?" Michonne rolled her eyes.
"Hey, I could go for a round two." Daryl smiled, following closely behind them.