Chapter 1
Dreams
It was only 10am and her panties were already soaked through. She felt her neck, face and ears getting warm. The arousal she felt was almost incapacitating. She refrained from crossing her legs in fear that the slightest pressure on her clit would cause her to orgasm. She needed the release, but doing so in front of her co-workers would be traumatizing.
Michonne could feel a light sheen of sweat appear at her hairline. She was concerned that her arousal was written all over her face. If anyone asked, she didn't know what she'd say.
'I'm sorry for my lack of focus, but I can't get my husband's cock out of my mind,' seemed like it would fast track her to the end of the unemployment line. Her mind was replaying the sensual dream she had the night before.
"Mmm...don't stop" Michonne moaned into Rick's ear as he slowly slid into her. Michonne laid on her back with her left hand grasping at Rick's bottom. She couldn't resist threading the fingers of her right hand through her husband's dark curls as she held on tightly. Rick supported himself above her with his arms folded at the elbow and his chest brushing against her stiff nipples with every thrust.
They had been fucking for what felt like hours. Michonne was so wet, she knew they'd have to change the bedclothes after their coupling. She could feel every ridge of Rick's thick cock sliding deliciously along her walls as he kept at a steady pace.
"Fuck, gonna cum.." Rick grunted in a low, gravelly tone. These words in her ear coupled with his warm breath against her neck caused Michonne to shudder.
"Michonne!" Snapped a concerned Maggie. Michonne was startled out of her reverie.
"What? S-sorry, I didn't get much sleep last night," Michonne responded apologetically.
Maggie furrowed her brows in concern.
"You sure you're alright? Things with the kids and Rick okay?" Maggie inquired knowing that the Grimes household was chaotic as they were in the process of packing up their townhouse in preparation of their move to a larger, single-family home.
"Yeah, thanks for bringing me back to reality," Michonne smiled at her friend.
"You know Glenn and I are always willing to watch Judith, Andre and Carl, if you and Rick ever need some time," Maggie nodded encouragingly and she rubbed round belly, "We could sure use the practice before little Hershel comes along."
Michonne smiled at one of her closest friends. "I might actually take you up on that offer" Michonne confirmed and she continued compiling her notes for the upcoming DuMont case.
"Hello?" Rick's voice drifted through the home that he shared with his wife and kids.
Rick was tired. No, tired didn't even do justice to what he was feeling; he was exhausted. He knew that the extra hours he spent at work were needed due to he and Michonne getting a house built to accommodate their blended family. They couldn't find anything in King County that suited their family needs and neither wanted their children growing up in an Atlanta high-rise. They had visited many suburban cities in Georgia and both were taken by the historic charm of Senoia.
Michonne and Rick agreed that while Judith and Andre were fine with sharing a room for now, they would both need separate bedrooms as they got older. Therefore, their 3-bedroom brownstone located in Peachtree City would not be the family's forever home.
The younger children seemed excited that they were moving. Five year old Andre had dreams of decorating his room as if he were living amidst his favorite comic book superheroes. Three year old Judith was always making art for her parents to display on the fridge. She seemed content with the idea of one wall of her bedroom being painted with chalkboard paint, so that she could express herself without being scolded by her parents for drawing on the walls of her room. Carl was the only Grimes who was less than thrilled about the move. He was disappointed that he would be changing schools and leaving his close friend, Patrick, behind. The only thing that lifted 15 year old Carl's spirits these days was when Rick would allow him to ride along and check on the process of their unfinished home after dinner a few nights out of the week.
Rick rubbed his right hand against the back of his neck massaging his the tight muscles he found there. Michonne always told him that he carried all of his tension from the neck up. He smiled at the thought of his wife. Tonight, Rick was hoping for a night of relaxation before the family continued packing through the weekend.
He dragged his feet up the stairs, noticing that the soft glow of the light in the master bedroom was illuminating the doorway. "Michonne?" He called as he entered their bedroom. Rick's eyes scanned around the room and the image before him caused his cock to stiffen in his pants.