"Oui." She responds. Licking her lips, I witness the allure of the dominating gruff of my question alight in the dark embers of her eyes. "Ça m'énerve, je te regarde batter."

"English, please."

"I said it turns me on, to watch you fight. To stick up for me, even when I don't need you to."

"Is that right?"

Simply nodding her head, never breaking eye contact, she leans her body into mine and whispers in the softest voice, "I want you to fuck me, Rick."

Feeling my dick swell at the sound of those words dripping from her lips, I close my eyes to gain control of myself. Swiveling my head just a tad, I browse our surroundings, giving serious thought to her request. "Here? In public?"

"Oui."

Now that the French guy is gone, everyone whose attention we previously held, has now dispersed or found something more interesting to focus on. Grateful for the reprieve from their earlier watchfulness, now replaced with total disregard, I lean down and lick the length of my wife's graceful neck. At the feel of my teeth biting down, and my lips sucking on the sensitive flesh she whimpers and moans, her head tossed back, body pliable and lax in my firm hold, presenting the most erotic picture. "That turn you on too, Chonne? People watching me fuck you?"

"Oui."

"I don't want anyone looking at my baby though."

Giving me a little shove to the chest, she directs me to sit up against the tree. I sit down, looking up at her with my own sexual hunger now emergent, anticipating her next move. Gracefully she lifts her dress just enough to reveal to me that she is only wearing a very tiny G-string, one that barely covers the lips of her pussy. Not only is the small scrap of material not enough to cover her, but it is now wet, drenched with her arousal. Licking my lips, I greedily reach for her, wrapping my hand around the soft inner cushion of her thigh. "Come here. Sit on my dick, Chonne."

At first I was a little hesitant at her request. I'm a cop, and I don't know for sure, but this might be illegal here, to fuck in a public place. But right now, I don't honestly think I care. How can I not partake of this sensual, sexy woman before me? Glaring down at me, I know she's on fire. I know she's ready for me, wet, tight. The jealous rage from before is now mixed with a heady dose of carnal desire, and I decide right then to not care about the law, or who may see us. Let them see. I need to fuck her right now, to claim her again as mine. To take what she's offering, satisfy her need to scratch this kinky little itch. Unzipping my pants, I take one last glance around to see who if anyone is watching us, and realize that while no one is paying us any specific attention, someone could potentially see us. And dare I admit it, but it turns me on too.

Removing my cock, I fist the turgid flesh, running my thumb over the sensitive tip, spreading the clear pre-cum down the shaft. "For you." I direct to Michonne in a strained voice, barely holding on at the sight of her with the sun descending into a flare of dusky hues behind her, illuminating her visage in an angelic light. The weighty feel of my desire for her in my hand, prompts me to reach for her again, to stroke the dampness of the seat of her panties.

"Bien." She replies on a small tight sniff, and gracefully descends to my lap, placing her hands on my shoulders to steady herself. Dragging the thin lacy cloth of her G-string to the side, I immediately impale her on my cock, delighting in the intense thrill that travels through me from contact with her snug canal.

"Oui, Richard. Oui." She breathes out, relief crossing her face. Slowly rocking her hips back and forth on my lap, then in a slow torturous wind, Michonne captures my lips in a deep passionate kiss. Fingers roam through the shortened curls of my hair, tugging and pulling. With my chest as close to hers as possible, a minor attempt to fully conceal our actions, she's grinding against me in such a way that one might assume that we are fucking, but we could just be making out. Either way she has me ensnared in her web, swaddled in lust, and I don't want to be free. Thrusting her tongue into my mouth, it tangles with my own, and roams the cavern of my mouth, dominating the kiss. I'm so buried under how she's owning me, controlling me, giving and taking her pleasure, that I can do nothing but hold on. My arm is tight around her waist, the other firmly pressed to the back of her head, holding her mouth to my own, swallowing her ecstatic moans.

Sensing the tightening warmth of her pussy ravenously enveloping me, I know her orgasm is near. Needing to send her over the edge, to appease her voracious appetite, I lift my legs to a bend behind her, and give her a series of sharp upward thrusts. Feeling myself bottom out, I continue, pulling her body down on to my dick to meet the lunging force of my hips. Dragging her kiss swollen lips from my own, Michonne's head is thrown back, gasping from the strength of my fervent onslaught.

The sight of her in my lap, rigid with pleasure, causes a shocking tingle to synthesize in my core, on the precipice of a powerful burst of my cum. I need it. I can feel it right there, within arm's reach. But, I need her to come first, to quench our shared thirst, to drench my dick in her appreciation. The indulgent desire to leave her womb awash in my cum is nearly overwhelming, when I her full lips releasing a series of words, over and over like a spell. "Oui, Richard, oui. Mon dieu!" Unable to take my eyes off her, I can almost literally watch the power of her climax overwhelm her body, drenching her in a luminescent dew of sweat.

Further aroused by the unyielding clasp of her pussy around my dick, I allow myself to snatch my own orgasm, permitting the flush of pleasure to stiffen my body beneath her. The rush of cum from my body drenches her depths, and robs me of my last morsel of energy.

"Fuuuuucccck!" Falls from my lips. To prevent us from drawing too much attention, more than we may already have, Michonne clasps her hand over my mouth, attempting to muffle my deep voice.

As we both take a moment to catch our breath and descend from the peak of excitement, my beautiful wife lifts to allow me to withdrawal from her body. Left behind is a slow slip of my essence from her, and onto the slick mass of my dark pubic hair. Taking immediate notice of the sticky remains of our lovemaking, she reaches down and wipes some of it up with her delicate fingers, then licks them clean.