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Seven Deadly Sins

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Sloth: the quality or state of being lazy

The farm was quiet this morning, it was still early, very early. The sun would be coming up soon but for now it was dark. Rick listened to Lori and Carl sleeping. His body was tired, he was getting too old to be sleeping on the ground but he didn’t complain, there were going to be many more nights spent this way for a long time to come. He had woken months ago to a world of hell, sometimes even now he wasn’t sure if any of this was real. How could it be? A virus that brought the dead back to life, that was the stuff of science fiction, it had nothing to do with the real world. But this was the reality he was living now. Gone were the days of going to work, catching a movie, romantic dinners and tossing the ball with his son. Now time was spent staying alive, conquering the dead, fighting the living, teaching his son to kill and his wife to survive.

Lori shifted in her sleep, her hair falling softly on her cheek and her breast peeking out the side of her teal tank top. They were all natural and when she lay on her back they almost disappeared, but this morning her nipples were at attention. Rick smiled at he looked over, he would love to wake her by playing with them, she always enjoyed that. But that felt like something from their past life. Rick closed his eyes, he needed to get up, get his day started, and there was no time for slacking in bed anymore.

When he woke again the sun had shifted, Lori and Carl were both gone from the tent. He listened; there was noise in the distance, maybe chopping of wood. He sat up and found the note Lori had left, “Sleep Rick – you need it.” Typical Lori, no love note left behind, just the facts. He actually didn’t mind that about her. The bedroll and pillow seemed to suck him back down. It was comfortable and quiet, something he missed greatly. He needed a hot shower or at least a luke-warm sponge bath, he was tired of feeling gross. Rolling over he could smell Lori on the pillow next to him, it made his hard, it always did. The smell of her hair was intoxicating to Rick. Inhaling deeply he wondered how stiff he could get just by the smell of her, it made him laugh as his cock grew harder by the instant.

They had been married a long time, gone through so much and she still made his stiff, he shifted now trying to quell the ache he had allowed himself.

“Let him sleep.” Lori’s voice was outside the tent and far away somewhere.

Foot falls were still moving toward the tent, “Nah, I gotta talk to him.” Shane’s voice was closer but still distant.

“I said, let him sleep.” Now Lori was using her ‘mom’ voice. Rick smiled. He should get up and start the day, but being lazy for a change felt so good. He hadn’t heard any yelling or gun shots, whatever Shane wanted could wait. He heard the footsteps beginning to distance, it was better anyways, he dick was stiff now and that needed to go away before he got up and joined the group. He looked to make sure the tent was zippered shut as he opened the front of his pants. He pulled his cock free and slowly started stroking.

This wasn’t the first time since he had woken from his coma that he had jerked off but it still humored him. Back when the world was right, he had his favorite things that got him off. A few specific porn sites on his computer in the basement, a stack of dirty magazines in the garage or simply the favorite place he rested his head in the shower stall of their hallway bathroom as he thought about thier hot busty neighbor who liked to vacuum naked and lay out in a very sparse bikini.

The first time he jerked off after the world had gone to shit, that had been difficult. He was in the woods, tired and filthy with his brain too fogged to come up with something to jerk over. He had gotten better at it since then. Rick grabbed a pair of Lori’s panties from the pile near the bed and he wrapped his left hand around his shaft, masturbation was the only thing he ever did left handed, and he began to stroke. Her scent filled his nostrils and it made him stiff. He closed his eyes, still listening to the world around him but getting lost in the visual that this smell had brought to him. Lori, naked in their old bedroom in there little house, laying on the bed masturbating for him as he walked in the door from work. Closing the bedroom door behind him he leaned against it watching as her fingers slid inside herself. Now a days she was a nagging bitch, but back in the day she was a dirty girl and he missed that about her.

His mind shifted, from how she used to be to how she was now, had she been that dirty girl when she fucked Shane while she thought her husband was dead. Yeah, she hadn’t come out and told him that she had slept with his best friend, but Rick wasn’t stupid. He realized he had stopped stroking at some point, now just holding himself securely but not working to orgasm. He laughed. He was too tired and distracted to jerk off, but it just seemed so comfortable to hold himself. It wasn’t often that he’d have this kind of time to himself any more, he needed to take advantage of it.

A new fantasy, not his wife this time, he’d go for someone different. He hadn’t missed the rack on Andrea that was for sure. Hell, none of the guys had missed it. She had a great set of tits and Rick would have loved to get his hands on them, his mouth, even his dick between them. He was stroking again, he had never gotten off thinking about this buxom but today felt like the right day. He pushed away thoughts of responsibility and the pile of things he had to do today, hell every day. He focused on the hardness of his cock and the precum oozing out of it.

Rick let himself focus on the curves of a woman he barely knew as he lazed his hand up and down his shaft. She always wore these tops that hugged at her breasts and pants that complimented her ass. She was tough these days but he was sure she hadn’t always been that way, this world changes people. Rick’s hand was sluggish but it felt good. The tent was cool, the day was nice and he could even here a bit of wild life around the camp today. He missed lazy days in his hammock strung between the trees of his back yard. Drinking a beer, listening to the game of the radio and letting the stress of being a cop just slip away.

It had been a few minutes of memories before he realized that he had given up on stroking himself and finally gave in to sleep again.