Part of the Dirty Question series from WTOWW
Question: How often do you get yourself off?
"I mean seriously Rick, he's pushing 45 and still getting caught jacking off. Who does that?"
"I guess he does." Rick stood at the bathroom door, towel tucked around his waist while he dried off his hair with another one. He watched Michonne lotion her smooth brown legs as she sat on the bed. "Why are you making such a big deal about it?"
"Because his wife kept bringing it up. He was just sitting there with it in his hand…" Michonne imitated the wife's voice as best she could. "She said she screamed. They live in the same house, why does he even need to do that? She's right there."
"Maybe he didn't feel like waiting on her."
"Whatever... Maybe he's just a horndog that likes to whip it out whenever he's alone. That reminds me, I need more hand sanitizer." Michonne walked over to her purse that was sitting on a chair in front of the window. Rick watched her make every step. She was dressed for bed in a white cotton cami and black panties. The cheeks of her ass were barely contained. Rick loved to watch them jiggle. "I didn't even know men still did that after a certain age." She bent down to dig for a pen that fell to the bottom of her bag, giving Rick an even better view. "Do you?" She found the pen and wrote hand sanitizer on the small notepad she kept in the front pocket while waiting for his answer, but Rick hadn't heard her question. "Rick." She turned around and watched him watching her. Angling her head, she called his name again. "Rick."
"Huh."
"I asked you a question." His eyes finally met hers with a flustered glint in them. He cleared his throat and started drying his hair again.
"What...what did you ask?"
"Do you still get yourself off?" Rick looked around the room for a few moments, then settled his eyes back on Michonne after running out of things to look at in order to stall. "Well..." Her hands were on her hips and she was doing that head tilt again.
"I do occasionally." He tossed the towel he was drying his hair with in the hamper and walked over to the bed. He sat down with a sigh, hoping her questions were finished. No such luck.
"When's the last time you did it?"
"Did what?" He tried to stall again with his question. She walked over to him and stood right in front of him, hands still on her hips.
"Rick Grimes, you know damn well what I'm talking about." Her eyes narrowed and she stared at him, waiting for an actual answer. "When's the last time you got yourself off?" After a deep breath and an even longer exhale, he finally answered.
"The morning before last."
"Are you serious?" She asked after a gasp. Rick shrugged and scratched a spot on his chest, looking at an invisible spot on the floor. "Why?"
"I don't know." Michonne took one of her hands off her hip and placed it on his shoulder.
"Am I not...do we not do it enough?" He could hear the concern in her voice.
"Trust me when I tell you that there's nothing wrong with our sex life." He grabbed her gently by the wrist that was on his shoulder and pulled her to sit on his knee. "If I had it my way, we'd never leave the bed." His thumb made small circles on her thigh as a reassuring gesture. "That morning, you were just so warm in my arms and you wiggled this ass all on me. I was just about to pull you closer to me when your alarm went off. You hopped out of bed to get dressed before I could. I watched you run around the room, jiggling everywhere and then just like that all your clothes were on."
"You got to sleep in that morning." Michonne said quietly.
"Yeah. You leaned over and kissed me before you left the room and then you were gone."
"I told the kids to be extra quiet so you could sleep."
"I got some sleep, but when I woke up, I could still smell your perfume in the air. Your pillow always smells like that oil you put in your hair. I just started thinking about you moving around the room that morning. No bra on, slipping into your skirt and fixing your hair in the mirror."
"You were supposed to be sleep."
"I couldn't miss the show."
"So, that got you...excited?"
"Yeah."
"And you just wrapped your hand around it and….?"
"Uh huh." Rick answered, not letting her finish the question.
"How long did it take for you to finish?"
"Not too long after I pictured you hopping up and down to get your skirt on."
"I didn't do that the other day."
"No, but you have before."
"You watch me a lot?"
"You know I do."
"You always picture me when you get off?"
"Yes. Have you seen your body? You make it hard not to." Michonne stood up, positioning herself in front of her husband. She pushed on his chest to get him to lay back. "What are you doing?"
"What happens when I'm right here?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm right here Rick. Are you excited now?" She pulled off her cami and tossed it on the floor. Then untucked his towel and opened it, to see what she'd did to him.
"You can see I am." He motioned to his length that stood at attention. "Now what?"
"Show me."