By the time we came up for air, we each found we had three missed calls from Danielle. Nothing serious, she'd just arrived and wanted to let us know that she was safe. But she wasn't too happy we'd not been picking up our phones.

The next day Cherys sucked me for half an hour, keeping me on edge until

I finally blew a massive load all over her round belly at her kinky request while she rubbed the hot jism into her skin. The day after that, I completed the trifecta in one session: cumming in Cherys' mouth in the living room, in her pussy in the kitchen, and her ass in the bedroom.

By the time Saturday rolled around we were rather fucked out. And with the free weekend time Cherys and I decided to go for a walk around a nearby lakeside park.

“such a beautiful day today," Cherys glowed as we padded slowly down the sidewalk. A flock of mottled ducks and even the occasional big geese were puttering around the grass where little children were running about throwing bread pieces in every direction.

A couple of teenagers on bicycles whizzed by us at hypersonic speed, and Cherys squeezed my hand tighter and clutched to my side in surprise. But even when the bikes were gone, she stayed in close to me. I didn't mind; the warmth of her touch felt really good.

As we continued walking, we passed a little family having a picnic beneath the shade of a big tree. Mom was unpacking the sandwiches while a little girl scrambled around Daddy's lap. A toddler boy ran in circles around the picnic blanket, holding a toy airplane in his hand and making blubbering buzzing noises with his Lips.

Cherys squeezed my hand momentarily and nodded in their direction, a smile coming onto both our faces. And in that moment, I felt absolutely complete and whole in my life. Here I was, with the most gorgeous woman I'd ever seen or could imagine. She was in love with me and she was carrying my child. I saw in her eyes the desire to be just like the family on the picnic blanket.

We could be together forever, raising our family. Everything was perfect.

But as we kept walking, a flash of white to my left caught my attention and I realized that everything was not perfect, not yet at least. Cherys saw it as well and let out an adorable "Aww..." while fluttering her free hand over her chest.

Someone was having a wedding in the park.

A white lattice arch had been erected with a picturesque view of the lake. Rows of white folding chairs were arrayed for about forty people, with a long white cloth runner and vibrantly-colored flowers everywhere. The bride and groom were currently holding hands and stared lovingly into each other's eyes while the minister mumbled his speech out of range of our hearing.

Cherys and I slowed our walk down to a virtual crawl and I nodded in the direction of the wedding.

“Is that how you always pictured it?" “Something like that," Cherys answered softly.

“When I was Little, I always wanted the church wedding. You know, the vaulted ceiling and the dark wooden pews and the elevated stage. But yeah, when I grew up, I wanted the outdoor wedding.”

“With a beautiful view of the water?"

Cherys giggled.

“Yes, but not a lake. Lately, I've been thinking of a beach wedding

"Beach?"

“You know. You, me, Danielle, with just a few friends and family. We fly off to some tropical destination and we're all barefoot in the sand.”

I pictured it and smiled.

“Sunset or midday?" "Sunset," came her quick answer.

“Archway and the white folding chairs?"

“Yes. And the white runner."

“Wedding gown or string bikini?" I grinned.