Forever Hold Your Peace

by LuvsItWet

Copyright@2010

(MF, MFM, Wife, Preg)

My wife April sure looked pretty in white. She'd always wanted a church wedding and now she was gonna get one.

When we got married almost three years ago, we'd ran away to Maryland and got hitched by a justice-of-the-peace because we had thought she was pregnant. April just knew that her folks would kill us both and we panicked.

Three days after we got back from our overnight secret honeymoon, her period started.

April and I hadn't told our parents about us getting married so we could both still live at home. We were both still in high school and couldn't afford an apartment of our own. I got a job working nights at one of the mills just out of town and April took a part time job in the evenings at a convenience store down the street. Both of us making minimum wage.

Even that wasn't going to be enough to make ends meet. We needed rent, furniture, food, gas. We needed money if we were ever to start a life together. We went on like that for nearly two years. Going to school, working, and dating when we could but mostly miserable.

I was easy pickin's for the Army Recruiter that stopped me on the street one day. Before you could say "Tar Heel", I was on the bus to boot camp.

April stayed home, of course, and finished her junior year. I got my GED just after basic training. We broke the news to our folks when I came home on leave. They were real easy to talk to in that new dress uniform. April went to California with me for tanker training.

I was an E-3 by about halfway through advanced training and we had started talking about maybe starting a family. We lived in base housing and April got a job at the PX. Life was good.

I had been a good driver back home on the old dirt track by the fair grounds. Now I had something worth driving. An M1A1 Abrahms. The bad part was that we did most of our exercises out in the desert and would be gone for weeks at a time. But the crews tightened up.

"Honey, Deeter tried to kiss me tonight." April whispered throatily in my ear.

We were laying in bed. The guys had just left and my little blond was feeling romantic. She'd been drinking the cheap red wine that Berto and Maria had brought over and had a pretty good buzz on. I could tell because she had been the one to start stroking my dick. Usually I was the one that started any sex play between us but that night she was already wound up.

Deeter was our loader and Alberto, Berto for short, was our tank commander. We worked, ate, and slept together when we were on exercises. We played together when we could get the down time away from work. Berto was Hispanic from East L.A. and married to a cute little chicita with three kids already. Deeter was a black guy from the Mississippi backwoods and was still single. Berto had been in the Army for about six years. Deeter was single and, like me, had only been in less than a year.

We all got along great. The guys razzed me a lot about being their red necked chauffeur, but I gave it right back to them. We all got pretty good at dishing out the racial slurs but it was all in good fun.

"Yeah? So, what'd you do?" I murmured back. I was getting into the soft stroking of my cock and the way April was lightly scratching the bottom side with her long nails.

"I let him." She was looking up at me through her dark lashes in the dim light. As if to gauge my reaction.

I reacted. My dick jumped in her hand.

"You didn't!" I said in mock disbelief.

"I did too. I couldn't very well scream "Rape" after the way I had been teasing him all evening. Now could I?" She replied with a big grin. Still stroking my hard-on.

"I thought you two were out in the kitchen for a long time." My hard-on jerked rhythmically in her hand as she tightened her grip.

We had pillow talked about the possibilities of a third or maybe even a fourth person joining in our sex play for over a year now. Nothing specific, just fantasy people. Vague, faceless people playing naughty games with us. It got us both hot.

"He pushed me up against the fridge and laid it right on me. Kinda caught me by surprise."

"Oh, God." I moaned. My dick was about as hard as it ever gets and I could feel myself getting close to the edge.

Berto, Marie and I had gotten wrapped up in an episode of a reality survivor show on TV and even though I noticed Deeter and April disappear into the kitchen, I didn't think too much about it at the time.

"He's a really good kisser. And with my eyes closed, I couldn't even tell he was black. Except his lips are fatter and softer. His tongue is sure big, though."

"Baby, you keep this up and I'm gonna cum." I had to warn April to slow down.

"You like the idea of Deeter kissing me, don't ya?"

The mental picture of my wife and my buddy together almost tripped my trigger. April slowed down a little to give me a chance to back away from the brink.

Deeter was about 6' 4" and really, really black. Long and lean, probably not an ounce of fat on him anywhere. I had seen him stripped down in the heat of the desert and was always impressed at how he glistened with sweat running down his muscled torso. April, on the other hand, was just a little tiny thing. Not even five feet tall and wouldn't weigh a hundred pounds if she had a pocket full of rocks. She was blond and pink all over. They were a mismatched pair but the possibilities in my horned up state were limitless.

"What else did he do to you?"

"Not much. We just kissed for a few minutes. I didn't want Berto and Maria to know what we were doing." She said, starting to speed up her strokes again. "He did play with my butt a little bit. He picked me up with one hand and I wrapped my legs around him to hold on."

"I'm gettin' close, baby." I groaned. She tightened her grip and lengthened her stroke.

"He sure has big hands. He held all of my ass in one hand. You think it's true what they say about the size of a guys hands meaning he has a big... ?"

"Here I cum, baby. Watch me. Here it cums!" I interrupted April's rhetorical question. Just her wondering about the size of Deeter's dick pushed me over the edge.

"Cum for me, baby. Shoot it all out. Cum. I want to see Deeter's big black dick, baby. Can I? Can I play with Deeter's big black dick? Hmmm? That's it, honey. Let it all out. Would you like to watch me play with Deeter's big black dick, baby? You'd like that, wouldn't ya? Maybe I'll even fuck him for ya."

I hadn't cum that hard in a long time. April's hand job and the fantasy she put into my head caused me to shoot some of my cum clear up against the head board of our queen sized bed. My little honey sure knew how to push my buttons.

A couple nights later, at supper, April asked if I thought we could invite Deeter over one night without inviting Berto and Maria.

"You know, honey. Just the three of us." She'd said.

"Probably. What did you have in mind." April's brief experience with Deeter in our kitchen hadn't been very far below the surface but neither of us had openly mentioned it since she had told me about it later that same night.

"Oh, I don't know. I just thought if it was OK with you, I'd see if he'd be interested in fooling around a little bit more. Maybe where you can watch."

"He's interested. Guarantee, babe. You'll probably have to fight him off." I had showed Deeter the nude picture of April that I carried in my helmet for good luck and I though he was going to ruin it with drool.

"Maybe I won't fight too hard." April giggled. "Will you protect my honor?"

"Humph!" I snorted. "It's your honor, you protect it. That is, if you want it protected."

At that point, I think we both knew we were OK with anything that happened.

"How does Friday sound? I'll check with Deeter. I think Berto said something about going up to L.A. this weekend for some family function. Baptism of a niece, I think."

"Friday's fine." April was quiet for a few minutes, then asked. "You think he'd like that little pink dress I bought when we went up to Maryland?"

The pink dress was the one she had worn the night we got married. It was scandalously short then and she may have grown an inch or two since. She couldn't bend over or sit down without flashing her panties. I didn't even know she still had it.

"Poor guy doesn't even stand a chance." I dead panned as I dragged her down on my lap for some serious lovin' with images of my wife's tight little butt being held in big black hands.

We were both a little nervous Friday evening. Deeter was due at around six-thirty for supper and April had kept herself busy since getting home from work with starting dinner or locked in the bathroom. She was working on her second glass of wine and I had had a beer or two.

"How do I look?" April was standing in the doorway to our bedroom with one hand high on the frame and the other hip cocked out in a vampish stance. She looked like a hooker leaning on a lamp post waiting for her next trick. The light from behind her clearly showed the outline of her legs through the little pink dress. All the way up to her crotch. Maybe two full inches.

"Good enough to eat." I leered at her with my best big bad wolf imitation.

"Now there's a novel idea." She shot back just as there was a knock at the door.

"Honey, would you get that while I check the roast?" April gave me a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. I felt her tremble and saw the red flush up her neck. She was as excited about the evening as I was.

We had talked about what we expected from any involvement with Deeter just the night before after a hot bout of marital sex. Not just to get us more excited like in foreplay and pillow talk but after being sated. No hard dick and no wet, swollen pussy. Adult talk. Thinking things through. We had agreed that Deeter would be the deciding factor. Whatever he us up for, she could go for. April wanted to tease. She liked to flirt and what they had already done, pretty innocent really, had just made her want more. I told her that I was OK with whatever they did together but that I wanted to be included. April wasn't sure if she wanted to go all the way with Deeter but she definitely wanted to work him up and said she might even get him off by hand if he would go that far. I told her that she would probably have trouble stopping there but that it was up to him and her.

We also talked about birth control. We had been using a combination of withdrawal, condoms, and timing since going public to her parents about a year earlier. We weren't too concerned one way or the other. We had always figured if April got pregnant, we'd have kids. Simple as that. But we weren't in any hurry either. April was nineteen. Plenty of time. Her period was due in a few days and she figured if things went that far with Deeter, she was in a safe zone. But she didn't expect it to go that far. I wasn't so sure.

"Hey, buddy. Come on in." I said letting the tall black soldier step past me in the foyer.

"Honey, Deeter's here." I yelled toward the kitchen as I closed the door.

Deeter's long legs took him from our little living room to the kitchen door in about two quick steps. But he stopped dead in his tracks right there.

Looking around him, I could see that April's little pink dress hadn't stretched hanging in the closet all that time. She was bent over with the oven door open and all of her tight white ass shinning in the bright kitchen light. She was wearing a matching pink thong panty and the strap was buried out of sight between her butt cheeks. The only material showing from the back was that tiny piece that snugly cupped her swollen little peach. She hadn't wasted any time starting the tease.

"Hi Deeter. Hungry?" April said as she stood up straight and gave our friend a quick hug and kiss on the cheek.

"Starved." I didn't miss the casual black hand low in the middle of April's back. Possessive.

Dinner was pleasant. A three sided conversation about everything but what the three of us had on our minds. When I had invited Deeter, I had hinted that April might want a little more of what she had got from him up against our refrigerator. He knew that some sexy fun was entirely possible if things worked out right.

April and I made an effort to keep each other included in the tease. At one point I asked her if she was sure she had turned the oven off and with just a slight jerk of her eyebrow, she got up to check. I think she could have just looked at the knobs. But no, she had to nearly stick her head to the back wall with her feet planted about two feet apart. Deeter and I got a really good look at what she had to show. Another time, she asked me to get a second bottle of wine from the hall closet. I took my time, keeping up a line of chatter all the time I was away from the table. April's eyes were unfocused and she was flushed when I returned. They had just broken from a stealing a quick kiss.

After dinner, Deeter and I went to the living room and gave April room in our small kitchen to clean up. I told her to just stack the dishes, I'd get them in the morning. Any time I offered to do the dishes was a treat for her. I picked out a couple of slow dance CD's and turned the lights down.

"April said you're a good kisser." I whispered to my buddy. "I wouldn't mind if she wants some more. Just take it easy with her, I'm not sure how far she wants to take this."

A few minutes later, April finished clearing the dinner table and joined us. Deeter quickly stood and took her into his long arms, moving easily into a close dance embrace. I had the best view in the room from my chair near the front door. When April reached up with both arms to hold onto Deeter's neck, her little pink dress lifted above the back of her panties. Deeter's hands, at first, were on her waist but slowly drifted down to the hem of her dress and a couple of fingers slipped onto bare skin. I looked up to meet Deeter's glance and saw a vacant smile and a wink at me. My black friend was very comfortable with what was happening.

Partway through the second song, I cut in on the dancers. Deeter was gracious and excused himself to use the bathroom.

"Spoil sport." April whispered in my ear. She could reach my ear. Her face had only come up to the middle of Deeter's chest.

I gripped her butt cheeks through her dress and pulled her to me. "You promised to keep me included."

"Yeah, I know. But I had him hard already. Now I'll have to start all over." She said as she reached down and stroked my hard-on through my chinos.

"I'll show him your bare butt when he comes back from the john. That'll get him going again."

"Why don't you show it all to him then?" April looked up at me with a wicked little grin.

I got the hint and quickly found the waist band of her panties with my thumbs. In one swift move, they were a puddle on the floor. Spinning out of my arms, she quickly picked up the tiny garment and laid it next to Deeter's wine glass.

By the time we heard the bathroom door open, I had turned April so her back was to the hall and "clumsily" pulled the hem of her little pink dress up above the crack of her bare ass. When I heard Deeter clear his throat, I grinned at him and let her dress drop back to cover her nakedness but he knew that I had deliberately shown him my wife's charms. If he didn't know it already, he now could be certain that he had a license to steal.

I relinquished my excited little dance partner to my tall black buddy and after refilling wine glasses, took my turn in the bathroom. When I quietly returned, I at first thought they had went back into the kitchen. They were wrapped up tightly in the corner of our couch. Only little bits and pieces of April were visible around my gangly black buddy. They couldn't get any closer with clothes on. And they had been working on that problem.

When they came up for air after about five minutes of spit swapping deep kisses, they both noticed my return. Deeter turned and sat back, leaving April's dress up around her waist. She casually pushed the hem of her dress down over her little blond muff with one hand. She didn't, however, turn loose of the biggest, blackest cock I had ever seen gripped tightly in her other hand.

"Holy shit!" I said. "Did your daddy run in the Kentucky Derby by any chance?"

"Ain't it a beauty?" Deeter said, looking down with obvious pride. "I even got it trained to sit up and beg."

April hadn't said a word. She was just gently stroking that monster. Like she was hypnotized. Pushing his foreskin up over the large purple head with each stroke. Her white little fingers couldn't even stretch all the way around it.

"Do you have a permit to carry that thing?" I asked. Implying that it could be considered in most circles to be a concealed weapon.

I was hard watching my wife slowly stroking him. She was so small and he was so big. She was so white and he was so black. She was so female and he was so male. The contrasts were so erotic.

April reached across Deeter's lap and retrieved the damp panties she had laid on the end table only minutes earlier.

"Smell me, baby." She said as she held the tiny ball of satin to our black friend's face. "Smell how hot you made me. You made me wet and stinky, Deeter. You like it?" All the time she was stroking his long black cock. I nearly came in my pants just watching her tease.

"Oh baby. Keep that up and there's gonna be a helluva mess to clean up." Deeter was reacting like any horny, red blooded male.

April slowed down her stroking and looked over at me. She had a confused, wistful expression.

"Honey, I know I said I wouldn't but I really want to. You know, just to see if it'll fit. Would it be alright? Honey? Please? I need it."

"Go ahead, baby. I didn't think you'd be able to stop with just a hand job." I gave my wife the go ahead to fuck another man right in front of me.

The look on Deeter's face was priceless.

April didn't waste any time. She gracefully threw her leg across Deeter's lap and with the hand she had used to pull her dress down moments before, pulled it back up and out of the way. Her wet panties fell unnoticed to the couch. The hand that had been stroking that big black cock, never lost its grip. She twisted her fist around to slide his large plum through her wet slot a couple of times for some additional lubrication and then slumped down on his shaft with a loud moan.

I had a perfect view of Deeter's black cock disappearing into my wife. It was like a shortening shadow beneath her pale white ass cheeks. When she was all the way down on to him, the shadow was perfectly round. I realized it was his nuts tightly held in his wrinkled black scrotum. I had a mental picture of all the billions of microscopic sperm being manufactured there and just waiting for the chance to be released to go find some unsuspecting little egg somewhere. That it could be my wife's crossed my mind.

April stayed fully impaled on him for a couple of minutes. She looked over her shoulder at me with heavily lidded eyes. "Good. It feels good. Can I keep him, baby?"

I got up from my chair and still stroking my naked cock, I didn't remember taking it out, went to her. Sitting next to them where she had just been, I gently stroked her back. She began to rock back and forth. Stirring her insides with him.

"You can have him anytime you want him, hon. I'm glad you like it. It's really sexy. You look good with him in you." I told her as I petted her lovingly.

She alternated kissing him then me then him. Her moans into my mouth got louder with each kiss. I knew she was getting close and slipped my hand down her back and gently slid a finger just barely into her ass. That was all it took. She began to cry little mewling sounds and humping harder at Deeter's middle.

That was it for our black friend. Deeter arched up to get as deep into April as he could and groaned like he was in pain. His cum blasted deep into my wife and triggered her climax. She froze on a down stroke and held him deep as she sucked the life juice out of him and into her.

I shot my cum all over her leg and the couch.

April slept between Deeter and me that night. And Saturday night. And Sunday night. Monday morning we all three squeezed into our tiny shower to get ready for work together.

We had tag teamed April all weekend. I only got dressed Saturday afternoon to go get more beer. Those two didn't get dressed at all. I got my share of pussy but Deeter was trying to overdose. April and I both told him that he could have more any time he wanted it, but I don't think he heard us. Or believed us if he did. He acted like we were going to take his new toy away from him and wanted to play with it as much as he could before we did.

April's period started that Tuesday so she was partially out of commission for most of that week. I didn't mind messy pussy but she couldn't get into it. And the extra laundry was a pain in the ass. She gave me a knock out hand job a couple of times that week while we talked about what she had done with Deeter. I was still splattering the headboard.

She came off her period Sunday and nothing would do but she get with Deeter. I passed the word to him as we left Berto and Maria's after a little get together that Sunday night. He dropped by our house and they were like animals. April had really missed that big black cock and when he left about one in the morning, she was leaking a river of his pearly white cum.

That was the first time I ate my wife after our black friend fucked her.

It went on like that for two or three months. An over-nighter once in a while and a quicky whenever April and Deeter could arrange it. Sometimes I was with them and sometimes not. We sneaked around mostly to keep Berto and Maria in the dark. Maria was really religious. Catholic with a capital "C".

Or so we thought.

"Deeter's fucking your old lady, huh?" It wasn't really a question. Berto had caught me without our black loader around. He hit me right between the eyes with it.

I stammered and stuttered for a couple of seconds but probably just managed to look stupid. "Yeah, how'd you know?"

"Just a good guess. Those things happen when your together all the time. I'll tell you a secret if you won't tell anyone else."

He didn't wait for me to answer. "Our youngest kid isn't mine. She's my brother's. He fucks Maria every chance he gets. Been doing it since before we got married. Last time I was gone for six months, she was three months pregnant when I got back. No big deal."

That kinda brings us up to the white dress and the church wedding part of the story.

A couple of months after the relationship between Deeter and April and me was out in the open with Berto and Maria, April missed her period. Then missed it again. By that time, Deeter had moved in with us and we had no idea who the new daddy was gonna be.

That's about the time April set her foot down. And Maria backed her up. My little honey was NOT going to have a baby without being married to its father. No way. And since it could be either one of us, she was going to be married to both of us. No further discussion.

That's how the five of us wound up in this cheesy little wedding chapel in Las Vegas.

Maria was Matron of Honor. Berto was best man. I was giving the bride away. Well, not really.

All three of us guys were in full dress parade uniform.

April's delicate condition was pretty obvious. She was nearly seven months along by the time we put this whole thing together. Maria had made some much needed alterations to the nice little pure white wedding dress Deeter had insisted on buying for the occasion.

The marriage license hadn't been a problem. April still had her old driver's license from back home in her maiden name and it wasn't even double checked. The preacher officiating, if he really was a preacher, had probably seen it all before.

I payed for the deluxe ceremony and we got it. Real live organ player and real organ. Mostly fresh cut flowers. Even two white doves that flew around for a minute or two before going back in their cage.

When the minister got to the part about speaking now or forever holding your peace. I glanced at Berto. He was grinning a mile wide. He wasn't gonna say anything. Maria wasn't gonna say anything. And I sure as hell wasn't gonna say anything.

The old guy tying the knot for my wife and best buddy may have noticed that the gold ring Deeter slipped onto April's finger was the second plain band she wore there but he didn't say anything. The engagement ring with the diamond in between them probably confused him. Deeter and I had split the cost on that one. Something else April had always wanted.

In a couple of months, give or take, we'll know which one of us provided the seed that is growing in April's tummy. Either way it goes, we've all three agreed that the other husband gets exclusive breeding rights for our next child.

The End

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