A/N: This series is about a
consensual sexual relationship between three adults. No characters under the
age of eighteen are depicted in this story in any kind of sexual situations.
See the end of the fic for other notes.
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Sheriff's Deputy Rick Grimes was used to the
whispers that came from his coworkers. He used to be annoyed by it but now he
was so accustomed to the judgmental looks that he didn't give it a second
thought. He had his life set up in a way that made him truly happy and if they
couldn't understand it they'd just have to accept it well enough to live with
it. He wasn't going to change for them and he wasn't going to apologize.
Summer was still a couple of months away and
the days were cold. He pushed through a hard gust of wintry night air and
climbed into his cruiser to head home. He'd had to take care of three accidents
today, two fairly minor fender benders but the third one, which had happened
just after he'd finished eating lunch, had taken up the rest of his shift. A
fatality had happened and he was grateful it wasn't someone he was friends
with. Still, after losing his wife and son in a car accident three years ago he
hated having to respond to them. Sometimes, when they were bad, he still saw
Lori and Carl in the faces of the victims.
Today there had been no women and children
involved. Today there had only been four teenaged kids, one of which had died,
and that had been enough to make him want to just sit on the ground and weep
for him. He'd almost wept when his parents, a lesbian couple, had come to
identify their boy. All he could do was stand by and guide them to a chair and
hold their hands and tell them he wished it hadn't happened to them.
Now he could try to put all the bad behind him.
Now he could go home to be with his partner, Michonne, and their lover, a
fairly recent addition to their relationship (and the reason for the gossip
since he'd moved in a month ago) a redneck named Daryl Dixon. He'd seen Daryl
around town practically all his life, had arrested his brother and father
regularly, but Daryl had always managed to stay out of trouble. He had a clean
record on paper but he was a no good crook in the court of public opinion. It
simply wasn't so in reality. He was a good guy, just scarred, literally and
figuratively, by a lifetime of abuse.
Rick still wasn't sure how he felt about having
another man in his bed but he was willing to give anything a shot, especially
if it meant a lot to Michonne. She was hot for Daryl, he was hot for her in
return, which really surprised Rick considering the family he'd come from were
virulent racists. Some poisoned ideas simply couldn't be imparted to some
people. Daryl knew, by instinct, that his family's bigotry against races and
gays was just wrong.
He could also sense that Daryl wasn't
comfortable with laying in the same bed as Rick, either, but he did it because
Michonne was between them and it was her that he wanted to be with. Until now
Daryl had resided in the guest room and when Michonne went to him Rick would
sometimes watch from the hall, Daryl unaware, or pretending to be unaware, of
his presence.
If both men were honest with themselves they
both knew that they were going to enjoy sharing Michonne's body, as well as her
heart, once they got over the initial awkwardness of a lifetime of ingrained
fear of "gayness." They'd both enjoy watching the other man take
turns fucking her. Michonne's libido was strong. She could get so cock hungry
that it literally took two men to satisfy her at times, which was why he'd
started letting her bring Daryl home to sleep in the guest room to begin with.
Now he'd moved into their room.
This was their second night as a triad. He
remembered how tight the fit was for the three of them on a full size mattress.
Rick had went to wrap his arm around Michonne, since their first night would be
spent just sleeping, getting the feel of it with all of them together, and he'd
brushed against Daryl's arm, making the man almost fall out of the bed from
being startled.
Rick chuckled at the memory, at telling Daryl,
"Relax, tiger. I'm not gonna jump you and buttfuck you."
"You should," Michonne had said, and
laughed at the look of alarm on Daryl's face before promising to get them a
king size bed.
She'd kept her word. There was evidence of the
change in the form of the old bed sitting out by the curb to be picked up,
along with plastic wrapping from the new mattress all waddled up and pinned
between the mattress and the box spring. He climbed out and headed inside, grateful
to be in the warmth of the house and away from the biting cold.
Michonne and Daryl were cleaning up in the
kitchen and talking when Rick came in. He took a moment to watch them, took a
moment to see her interact with Daryl, who had done all he could to avoid Rick
by coming home late, after he'd gone to bed with Michonne, and leaving early.
The only time Rick ever saw her with him was when he spied on them fucking. Now
he'd get to see them in a normal setting.
"You have to be wondering how the fuck you
ended up living and sleeping with a cop and a black lawyer," Michonne was
saying.
"Not really. Life takes you where you
s'posed to go, I guess," Daryl answered. He didn't know Rick was home and
Rick watched as Daryl reached around and behind Michonne to cup her ass and
then rub a finger between her legs. It was late, they'd put dinner away, and
Rick was glad of his empty stomach. He was ready to test that fucking mattress
right now and didn't want to have to wait for dinner too settle.
No jealousy…that's what surprised Rick the
most. He felt no jealousy at either the physical touching between Daryl and
Michonne nor the very obvious emotional affection, love, they felt for each
other. He didn't feel left out, replaced, and for that he was glad.
"I want your cock in my mouth," she
said to Daryl, and reached up to rub her breasts while Daryl continued rubbing
her pussy over her pants.
"Where do you want my cock?"
Rick asked with a playful smile on his face.
They turned and Daryl pulled away from Michonne
as though he'd get into trouble for his actions, that Rick would arrest him on
some trumped up charge out of jealousy.
"You don't have to do that. You can touch
her," Rick said, his voice getting husky with lust as his cock began to
stiffen at the idea of watching another man on Michonne without having to sneak
to do it. "I want you to touch her…fuck her…"
If Rick was honest, he was hard at the idea of
Daryl himself. Rick had never thought it possible he could feel sexual desire for
another man but fuck if he didn't want to explore that aspect of this change in
their relationship. He was ready to accept being bisexual, or pansexual,
whatever the term was. He knew he loved women, that would never change, he
didn't think it would change for Daryl, either, but he doubted he'd ever deny
himself male flesh should the chance arise. He was, at 38 years of age, finally
comfortable in his own skin.
"We've got leftovers," Daryl said
awkwardly, unable to meet Rick's eyes and reminding the sheriff's deputy of a
nervous child in a strangers house.
"Thank you, Honey," Rick joked.
Daryl froze up at that, not finding it funny,
and Michonne laughed. "He's kidding. No need to get sensitive. It's okay
to like Rick. It doesn't make you gay, not that being gay is bad. Let's
just…explore this," she said. "Let's day to hell with labels."
Daryl nodded, his face red from Rick's innocent
joke. "The bed's made," he said.
"Let's mess it up," Rick replied, and
started for the bedroom with Daryl taking Michonne's hand and leading her in
after him.
Rick hurried to pull off his clothes when
Michonne and Daryl entered the room. She did likewise, while Daryl hung back,
watching. Neither Rick nor Michonne asked him why he stayed back. He'd come
along with them, or he wouldn't, on his own terms. For now the excitement
between the three of them was palpable. Rick yanked his pants down and his
hardened cock bobbed in the air before him, heavy and flushed a deep red.
"Mmmm…" Michonne moaned. "You've
got my pussy aching, Rick."
"It's gonna ache even more when I slam
into you."
He reached out and caressed her tits, thumbed
her nipples to bring them to taut points that drew hisses from her whenever he
touched them. Daryl was now kicking off his shoes, watching Rick and Michonne run
their hands over each other. She still had her panties on, and Daryl finally
moved forward to pull them down so she could step out of them.
"You plan on getting naked?" she
asked him.
"Uh-huh," he grunted, his face
turning a bright shade of red while Rick dipped his head to lick at Michonne's
nipples. He suddenly stood, though, and looked at Daryl, who had his hands on
his jeans without undoing them.
"Here, let me," Rick offered.
Daryl froze and looked at Michonne, who winked.
"Wait," she said, and climbed onto the bed, giving both men a view of
her round ass and her seeping wet womanhood between her thighs. She laid out in
the center of the bed and rubbed over her clit while watching them. With a
single nod, Rick turned back to Daryl.
He took his time undoing the other man's belt
buckle, Never believing he'd actually undress a man for sex, even if that sex
didn't occur between them directly. He undid the belt buckle, unbuttoned him,
and then lowered the zipper.
"Mother nature blessed you, didn't
she?" Rick said. "I'm almost jealous."
Daryl's dick wasn't as long as Rick's but it
was thicker, and he had a ballsack on him like Rick had never seen before. He
liked the way looking at it made his dick twitch.
"May I?" Rick said, holding his hand
a few inches from Daryl's heavy, hardened length.
"Oh, God…" Michonne said,
anticipating some kind of touch between Rick and Daryl.
"Not…not yet…" Daryl flustered, still
not comfortable with another man touching his dick. Rick nodded and pulled
Daryl's jeans down, and felt Daryl put a hand on his naked shoulder to balance
while he stepped out of them.
Now that they were all naked, both men joined
Michonne on the bed, Rick to her right, Daryl to her left. Rick watched as
Daryl reached between her thighs and stroked at her clit. Rick liked the sounds
she made, the look of Daryl's heavy cock on his thigh next to the smooth brown
skin of Michonne's. Those nipples needed attention, though, and he lay his head
over Michonne's right tit to suckle them, felt her moans vibrate through her
skin, felt her heart thunder through her chest. He felt a hand in his hair, one
too big to be Michonne's, a simple brush, test of the water as much for Daryl
as for Rick, and he looked up to wink at the other man, who almost
smiled—something Rick had yet to see Daryl do, ever.
Michonne squeaked. Rick looked down and saw her
trying lift off the mattress, chasing Daryl's finger which teased at the
beautiful pink entrance of her cunt.
"Daryl…" she whined. She opened her thighs,
all but begging him to penetrate her, so he did, sinking two fingers into her
working them in and out of her pussy. Her mouth sought his out for a rough
kiss.
"More," she breathed, her thighs wet
from her own juices and quivering with need.
Rick reached down, ran a hand over Daryl's in a
lovers caress, and added two fingers of his own. It was tight fit, one that
made Michonne moan long and loud.
"Oh, God…"
"I've got an idea," Daryl said,
"reach me the lube."
There was a bottle of lube beside the bed that
Rick handed him, which required him to withdraw from Michonne, much to her
displeasure. They both lubed up their fingers and then, very gently, Daryl
eased two fingers into her ass as Rick penetrated her pussy once again.
"Oh, God, yes…" she whimpered, nearly
sobbed, as they worked her, Rick pushing into her pussy while Daryl pulled out
of her ass, then vice versa. She was being finger fucked from both sides and by
the way she moaned she loved every fucking bit of it.
"More…"
"You do the honors," Rick said, and
Daryl's hesitancy at being in bed, with a man present, was obviously gone now.
He eagerly rolled onto Michonne. None of them
worried about condoms. They'd all been tested and agreed to keep sex between
the three of them and no one else and she had other means of birth control to
protect against an unwanted pregnancy.
"Rick, put your balls in my mouth,"
Michonne panted, as Daryl gripped her legs and pulled her up to him while he
crouched on his knees. Rick moved quickly to straddle her head and lowered his
balls into her mouth to teabag her.
All the while Rick watched as Daryl put his
cock to Michonne's entrance and, looking Rick in the eye, somehow communicating
to pull his balls from her mouth without speaking, he shoved forward, hard,
pulling a sound from Michonne that danced the thin line between pain and
pleasure, as her teeth clamped down reflexively. Rick had a very good feeling
about Daryl, that the two of them would work well together.
"Yes!" she shouted, begging him to
hard fuck her, and he did.
It was almost too erotic for Rick, watching
this other man with the broad shoulders and tattoos and scars, pumping his
thick cock into his woman's pussy. The pressure low in his gut was only
building when Michonne sucked his balls and stroked his thighs, her tongue out,
the movement against his nuts provided by Daryl's thrusts.
"Fuck," Rick grunted, and started
slapping his cock against Michonne's chin, desperate for contact against the
sensitive flesh of his throbbing dick.
Daryl's moans were getting longer, deeper,
coming quickly together. He was getting close. Rick wanted to watch that
moment, watch him lose it inside their woman, while Michonne tilted her head
back for him to throat fuck her, gagging her, slicking his cock with her spit.
"I'm gonna cum…" Daryl panted, his
voice higher in pitch than usual.
Rick moved away from Michonne, moved to kneel
beside Daryl while he changed positions and lay atop her, pounding his hips
forward. Rick knew she wasn't there, knew she'd need more fucking before she
could climax. He lay his hand on Daryl's ass, making him pause for but a
moment, before he resumed pounding into Michonne. Rick rubbed Daryl's bottom,
curious, wondering what it would feel like to put his own dick in the man's ass
and ride him in time as he rode Michonne. Perhaps they would do that some day.
Perhaps not.
He lubed his finger and rubbed around the tight
entrance to Daryl's ass, never attempting penetration, and the other man's
approach to climax became high in pitch at the feel of Rick's finger toying
with his ass. He pulled away and slapped Daryl's ads once, earing a whimper,
then slaped him again, earning an almost sobbing sound that morphed into a
scream as Daryl pumped his load into Michonne's cunt.
"Now, Rick…please!" she begged.
Daryl's cum was oozing from his lover's pussy,
the musky scent of it mixing with hers, and Rick eagerly shoved into her,
feeling the other man's come slick against his dick, warm, while he began to
ride Michonne, giving her what she needed the way she needed it. At this point
a roll of the hips wasn't enough. He'd have to pound her, beat her pussy with
his cock in a punishing rhythm if he wanted to get her off.
Daryl watched with hooded eyes, watched his own
cum on another man's cock, and judging by the way he played his fingers on
Michonne's belly, lightly stroking while Rick worked her hard, he didn't mind
the sight of it as much as he'd thought he would. He reached out and began
slapping at Michonne's cunt. Not easy little lovetaps that most women would
enjoy, but hard slaps that made her sob with pleasure. He bent to suckle her
nipples and continued slapping, before he surprised Rick by running his fingers
up over Rick's stomach to toy with is pubic hair. That touch made Rick's
stomach clench. He wanted to fuck Daryl's' sweet mouth but it wasn't time for
that yet. The man was just getting comfortable with touching, he wouldn't be
ready to have a dick in his mouth, like Rick was ready to taste Daryl.
Daryl pinched Michonne's clit and the pounding
she took from Rick was enough to get her off, to make her pussy ripple in an
orgasm, make her juices soak the sheets. She cried out, screamed her pleasure,
holding one of Daryl's' hands in a vice grip while she rode it out. Rick shoved
deep inside her, pushing in painfully hard, and shot his climax as deep inside
her as he could get it, feeling it mingle with Daryl's.
Bathed, dressed, the sheets changed, Michonne
lay in bed with Daryl, stroking his chin and talking quietly while Rick's belly
grumbled. She yawned and motioned for Rick to come to the bed when he came out
of the shower.
"Good night," she said, and kissed
him, then she kissed Daryl. Then she looked between the two men and when Rick
leaned in to kiss Daryl she laughed at the little peck Daryl allowed before leaning
away.
"I'm going to eat."
"Daryl made meatloaf. Man can cook,"
Michonne said, and flipped out the light.
Rick piled his plate, put it in the microwave,
and then snagged a beer. Daryl entered the kitchen to grab a drink for himself
and leaned against the counter, watching Rick.
"That was interesting," he finally
said. "You been with men before?"
Rick shook his head. "No, but I'm ready to
explore it. Let me know if I push for too much too fast."
"Just…not outside of what we do with
Michonne," Daryl said. "I ain't gay."
"Understood," Rick said. He clunked
his bottle against Daryl's. "This right for you, what we've got
here?"
Daryl nodded. "Yeah…I think it is. I
really…"
"You love her? It's okay. I love her too
and she loves us. It's not wrong and it's nobody else's business."
"Damn straight," he said, and killed
the beer. "Gotta be at the garage early tomorrow. Night, Rick."
"Night, Daryl. Welcome to the
family."
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