Question: What's a naughty fantasy you have about me?

They lay languidly, lithe bodies stretched out on top of their duvet-less bed. It was hot, scorching really. With the Georgian summer sun shining relentlessly through their bedroom window. The central air had been working overtime for hours, but Michonne also insisted on putting the old school box fan up next to their bed. Even still, the only way to truly stay cool was to stay still.

"Wait, what?" Michonne giggled almost deliriously, her fingers tracing Rick's bulging bicep. "You cannot be serious, Rick."

"As a heart attack," her husband answered. "Right after we met for the first time. I couldn't stop thankin' about it actually. You dressed up in one of them tiny little dresses, takin' care of me, fixin' me up, givin' me sponge baths."

She couldn't help but laugh as she gave the skin on his arm a sharp, good-natured pinch. "That is such a corny fantasy. I can't even believe it. Besides, it's 2018, nurses haven't worn dresses in decades."

"Hey," Rick exclaimed, dropping a sharp retaliating bite on Michonne's shoulder. "That ain't fair. No judging my fantasies. Yours probably ain't that much better, anyway."

Michonne snorted confidently. "I wouldn't bank on that, baby."

He sat up a bit, leaning his upper body on one arm as he looked down at his beautiful wife. "Is that right?"

"Yep," Michonne replied. "My fantasies blow yours out of the damn water."

Rick's hands strayed. Roaming down her slender neck, over her braless breasts and around her bare waist, prompting her to scoot her body closer to his. "Tell me one then," he requested, his voice deepening as he spoke into her ear. "What's a naughting fantasy you have about me?"

"Hmm…Let me think." Michonne chuckled, pretending to contemplate as her husband's confident, calloused hand traced her belly button. She knew exactly what fantasy she planned to bring up. It was the one she pulled to the front of her mind every time Rick went away on a business trip or when she was home alone and especially needy.

"Sometimes, I like to imagine that we're strangers," she started. "And we're both on a train. I'm not sure where we're headed, maybe somewhere in the English countryside or the South of France." Michonne's breathing hitched as Rick's hands roamed her skin even further. Up and up and up until his fingertips met the edge of the tank top she had pushed up just under her tits. "The train car we're in is only about halfway full and you're sitting across from me. You're reading a newspaper or something but you keep taking peeks at me when you think I'm not looking."

Rick's hand cupped her left breast, squeezing just as bit. Then, he leaned down and sucked her pebbled nipple through her thin top. Michonne felt her pussy flood and hum as his teeth grazed and his tongue licked.

"Keep goin', Chonne," he demanded as he moved to do the same with the other.

"Um…" She stared, breath shaky. "It turns me on that you keep staring so I decide to give you a little peek and the next time you look up, I open my legs a little and show you. Only, I don't have any panties on, so you just see my bare pussy."

"Hmmm…You know I like you ready for the takin' at all times."

"Yes," Michonne moaned as Rick's deft fingers slid under her lace panties, feeling her bare, dewy pussy lips before dipping in to her juicy center. "Fuck yes." He fucked into her as deep as his fingers would let him, then he pulled out to circle her clit, coating it in her honey.

"I know that ain't it, I want to hear the rest." He moved down on the bed, positioning himself between her quivering brown thighs. "Don't stop until it's finished."

It took her a few moments to gather her thoughts as her husband pushed the gusset of her panties to the side and ran that magical tongue between her lips. On instinct, she reached down to grasp at his curls.

Rick bit the inside of her thigh. "Didn't I tell you to finish?"

Michonne let out a gushing moan. "I…I keep letting you look at my pussy. You know, crossing and uncrossing my legs and stuff. At one point I even stand up to grab something from the overhead compartment, put it on my seat and bend over in front of you so you can see all of me. All wet and ready for you."

He moaned into her pussy. Expressing pleasure at the dirty admission while sending small vibrations into her clit that made her gush into his mouth. Michonne's fingers tightened in his hair as she lightly canted her hips up, gently fucking his face as she became more and more eager to come.

"And then…And then after a little while longer, I give you a look and head to the bathroom. You follow me a little while later and press me up against the door." Rick slid two fingers into her tight heat, the sounds of her pussy sloshing wetly made both of them pant.

"You don't even say anything to me," she said. "You just raise my dress up and fuck into me. And the whole time I'm just clutching onto your shoulders. Taking you just as good as I always do until we both come." Michonne got the words our just seconds before she ascended. Her pussy tightening around Rick's fingers, her juices flooding his mouth. Thighs shaking, muscles straining she came down breathlessly, lightly playing in her husband's hair.

She got no time to calm down before he descended on her again though. Rick raised up, pushing his boxer briefs down. "I want you to show me how good you always take me for real," he said. "Now get on your hands and knees for me, baby."