Part I

Vincent Dellacava’s muscular forearms bulged as he gripped Tammy’s damp hair and guided his enormous manhood toward her sweaty, flushed face. “Open it.”

Gasping for breath, she gazed into his dark, penetrating eyes. The intensity of his hardened expression cast aside any thought of resisting him. Not that she ever had, or ever would. She obediently opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue a little to cradle his long, thick cock as he slid it past her warm, ruby lips.

“Oh fuck, that’s it,” he muttered, shivering from the exquisiteness of the sensation. “Oh yeah, suck that fat cock you slut.”

Tammy’s fingers swirled over her pussy as Vince slid in and out of her mouth, drawing out so much saliva that it drooled over the creases of her full cheeks and dripped onto her large breasts, protruding belly, and thick legs. She might have been fifty pounds heavier than the skinny blonde girl he married all those years ago, but, to him at least, she was as sexy today as she’d ever been. In twenty-eight years, he’d never tired of fucking his wife. She excited him like no other woman ever had, or ever could.

In fact, if Vince had one complaint about his loving wife, it was that he couldn’t fuck her more often than he already did, which was already a lot. She simply couldn’t take any more. He’d done the math. Averaging three times per day, every day, for twenty-eight years, he estimated that he’d fucked Tammy well over thirty thousand times over the course of their relationship. He would fuck her six times a day if she let him.

Despite living in a state of near constant arousal, however, not once in all those years had he cheated on her. Oh, there’d been temptations aplenty to be sure. Neighborhood cougars who wanted to bed Tammy Dellacava’s handsome, oversexed husband. Girls in the office with daddy issues, curious about the perpetual bulge in his slacks. But Tammy was his partner and best friend, and he loved and cherished her far too much to ever treat her so disrespectfully. And she did everything in her power to satisfy him. She never held back. With every encounter, she left everything she had on the bed. Instead, if she was too fucked out to take his cock in her pussy or asshole, she jerked or sucked him off to relieve the tension, and if that still wasn’t enough, or she was unavailable, he took care of himself.

Vince’s sexual appetite was enormous. Insatiable, for all intents and purposes. He’d suffered an overactive adrenal gland his entire life, overproducing androgens, in particular testosterone. The effects this had on his physiology were profound.

He entered puberty early at age eight, and although not particularly tall at five-foot eleven, he was a powerfully-built man, heavily muscled with a dense skeleton. His high metabolism kept Tammy running to the grocery store a couple times a week, yet he somehow maintained a body fat percentage hovering near ten percent, even in middle age. He was hairy too. Thick, dark eyebrows and a five o’clock shadow by lunchtime. Dark brown hair, thick and wiry, covered his head, arms, legs, chest, stomach, and especially between his legs, though thankfully not on his shoulders or back. And his voice was deep. Really deep. A rich baritone that commanded the attention and respect of everyone he spoke to.

Along with the physiological changes, came psychological and behavioral ones. He had an extremely high libido and sex drive, and exhibited strong dominant behaviors, both in his professional life and in bed. He was confident and full of energy, and his cognitive abilities were superb. He rarely ever forgot a name, and never a face.

All of this made him a natural at his job as president of TSC, Inc. Titan Steel Construction was a family-owned business, founded in 1975 by his former boss and mentor, Jack Reynolds, Sr. What started as a small welding shop in a rented garage had grown to become a two-hundred fifty employee enterprise, and one of the region’s leading names in the steel construction industry. Jack Jr. now served as the company’s CEO, with Senior chairing the board, but it was Vince who oversaw the company’s day to day operations and its $150 million in revenues.

Vince pulled his cock from his wife’s mouth and bent for a quick kiss before shoving it back inside. Tammy moaned loudly. He detected her incredible arousal, both for the squelching noises her fingers made as she fingered herself, and the strong scent of her womanly musk. God, he loved that smell. The smell of his wife’s beautiful cunt. She was ready to get fucked. Lifting her off the floor by her hair, he guided her to the bed.

“On your fucking knees.”

Their favorite position. Tammy leaned forward, resting her face against the mattress as her husband mounted her from behind like a wild, rutting beast. He teased her a little with the bulging head of his cock, dragging it though her open petals, before aligning it to her gaping vagina and pushing forward. She was astonishingly wet and he slid right in. Tammy groaned and reached back to pull open her ass. Vince built up a head of steam, holding his wife by her thick waist while he plowed her cunt. Sweat poured off his face and hair and splashed over her broad back. Another side effect of his condition. He often had a dewy complexion, but even under the mildest of exertion, he sweated profusely, necessitating multiple showers per day to keep his body odor under control.

“How does that feel, baby?” he asked. “Does that cock feel good?”

“So good,” she groaned. “Mmm, fuck me, daddy.”

He chuckled to himself. Daddy. She must have really been turned on. She hadn’t trotted that one out in ages. Anniversary sex would do that to her sometimes. She usually went all out. An all-day fuck fest, for which he scheduled a day off from work. They started early in the morning, first thing after waking up. It was the one day of the year he could fuck her as much as he wanted, even knowing that she’d be wrecked the next day. But on this day, Tammy brought her A-game and all the kink.

He was getting into it now, gritting his teeth and grunting as he tore up her pussy. Tammy flexed her well-lubricated anus, making it wink.

“Get in there, daddy. Fuck my ass.”

“Jesus, you’re a dirty fucking slut.”

She giggle playfully. “Don’t you know it.”

He pulled out of her cunt and pressed the enormous, shiny head against her sphincter. Well-trained, it dilated to accept his girth and nearly sucked him in. After just a few strokes, he was balls deep in his wife’s wonderful ass. His favorite place. His happy home.

“Oh shit, baby,” she whispered. “That’s so nice. Fuck it, baby. Fuck my ass.”

How could he not love this woman? How could he not love fucking her? He gave it to her, just as she asked, fucking her big ass with long, powerful strokes. Crashing his pelvis into her soft, pillowy cheeks until their colliding bodies clapped loudly. Vince growled and sank his fingers into his wife’s soft, yielding flesh. She rose onto her hands and threw her ass back at him, shaking her head wildly as filth poured from her lips.

“Yeah, baby, yeah. Fuck it, baby! Fuck my ass with your big, manly cock. Give it to me, daddy. Fuck my dirty little shitter.”

Holy hell, Tammy was in rare form tonight. Vince found another gear and pounded her ass until her entire body shivered and heaved from the impacts. It had been quite a while since he’d last buttfucked his wife so vigorously. Not to say he was normally restrained in any way, but he was highly attuned to her needs and knew what she could handle, and it was important to him that she enjoyed herself as much as he did.

He gritted his teeth and bore down. Every time they crashed together, sweat flew off their bodies in sprays. This was the kind of raw fucking Vince craved. Hot, sweaty, dirty, nasty, gratifying sex. Pure pleasure overload.

“Put it back in my cunt!” Tammy gasped.

Fuck yeah. That was another thing they didn’t do too often. Only when she’d prepared herself ahead of time. She must have slipped away at some point to douche herself. God, what a woman. He paused just long enough to pull his cock from her gaping asshole and shove it into her pussy. Then he was back to full speed, driving himself deep into her juicy cunt.

“God damn, baby,” he said through gritted teeth, then he gave her a rapid burst of thrusts. “Fuck! Nrgh!”

His head swam and he was nearly incoherent. He moved back to her ass, then to her pussy, then pulled her hair to spin her around and bring her face to his cock.

“Suck it,” he said, shoving it into her mouth.

When she tilted her head to align her throat, he forced his way into it. She swallowed frantically to massage the head of his cock with her throat muscles. When he pulled out, she gasped loudly with her tongue sticking out and a huge smile on her face. He pinched her rosy cheeks together with his strong hand and kissed her, then deepthroated her some more. Then he pulled her to the edge of the bed, and it was back to her ass for the finish.

“Here it comes, baby,” he said in a low, gravely voice.

“Give it to me, daddy. Cum in my ass.”

The buildup was slow but inexorable, the tension building like mercury rising in a thermometer, and when it came, he blew a geyser of cum deep into her bowels.

“Argh, fuck! Fuck!”

The euphoria of release made him delirious. It was the moment he lived for. That singular sensation that was better than every drug in the world. He trembled while his spasming cock injected shot after glorious shot of sperm into his wife’s welcoming ass. When the well ran dry, he slowly pulled out and she spun around to clean his cock with her mouth. He caressed her face and blew out a long breath. She smiled at him with her gorgeous blue eyes. There was so much love for him in those eyes, and he knew there was nothing she wouldn’t do for him if she though it would make him happy.

That fact both lifted his heart and filled him with profound regret, for he could not do the same for her. The one thing she wanted more than anything else in the world, he could not give to her. Children. Vince was sterile, and because of that, she would reach menopause within the next decade or so, never having been a mother.

Vince would be home soon, and Tamara Dellacava wanted everything to be perfect by the time he arrived. This was going to be a very special night, she hoped. While the maid cleaned the house top to bottom, and the landscapers and pool man made the outside of their modern, two-story luxury home immaculate, Tammy drove her Porche Macan to Johanssen’s Market to pick up dinner. Johanssen’s was an upscale market. The kind of small, locally-owned grocer who catered to a predominately wealthy clientele. Whose shoppers were known to the staff by name and rarely paid with cash because they were all on account. The butcher greeted Tammy at the counter, asked how Vince was doing, then passed over the paper-wrapped, trimmed and trussed rib roast. She grabbed a few other items while she was there. Some pre-made sides but also ingredients for dishes she herself would make.

On the ride home, she shifted uncomfortably in her leather seat. A distant ache in her pussy and asshole from the pounding she took a few nights earlier. She reached between her legs and smiled at the memory. Vince fucked the shit out of her, and she’d loved every second of it. How had she been so fortunate to end up with a man like him? She lived an honest-to-god charmed life. Perfect husband, dream house, mind-blowing sex every day, and tons of good friends. They had it all. Well, almost. But that’s what tonight was all about. Tammy intended to finally fill the child-shaped void in their lives.

She could recall in perfect detail the first day she met Vince. She’d been just a child herself, really. Fourteen and living in an abusive home with her longsuffering punching bag of a mother and a controlling stepfather who dictated every aspect of both their lives. Then one day, her older stepbrother brought home his friend from work, where they both labored as steelworkers for a small construction company.

Vince was nineteen at the time, and she fell instantly and madly in love with the swarthy, handsome young man who so charmed and impressed her stepfather like no one else ever had. Vince started coming around more often, and his interest in her soon became apparent. Every time he saw her, he told her how beautiful she was, and he frequently came bearing small gifts for her. Tokens of his affection. It was more than she could have ever hoped to dream. How could this gorgeous hunk of a man ever find a skinny little kid like her attractive? But he did! When he sought her stepfather’s approval to date her, he gave it, and Tammy was over the moon.

The memory of that first perfect date was forever burned into her memory. He didn’t take her out to dinner and a movie or anything lame like that. Instead, he took her to a Sublime concert. A band she’d never heard of before that night. An incredibly powerful man even then, Vince easily shoved his way through the thrashing mosh pit and positioned Tammy smack dab against center stage, directly in front of Bradley Nowell’s microphone stand, and Vince stood right behind her, pressed against her back, shielding her with his strong body from the surging crowd.

For the next two hours she experienced what would later become recognized as one of the band’s finest performances, and, sadly, one of Bradley’s last. But what made that concert particularly memorable for her was Vince’s muscular arm around her waist and his massive erection pressing and rubbing against her ass. She was a virgin then, with zero sexual experience, yet by the time they left the concert, she was dying to see what he was packing in those jeans.

He took her back to his apartment. She was so nervous, but excited too. When he took off his pants, she couldn’t believe her eyes. It was so huge! Of course, she had nothing to compare it to, so naturally she assumed all dicks must be that big. She chuckled to herself at how naïve she’d been in those days.

He was gentle with her, but powerful and commanding at the same time. He told her exactly what to do and how to do it, posing her body, opening her up with his fingers, and pleasuring her with his mouth. She was his toy, and he used every bit of her. After fucking her mouth, he took her virginity. Not just in her pussy, but in her ass too. With great patience, he stretched all her holes and brought her worlds of pleasure she never knew existed.

When he dropped her off at home later that night, sore and walking funny, but thoroughly satisfied, she knew she never wanted to be with another man. He asked her to marry him a few months later, and she said yes. Her mother, who adored Vince and was anxious for Tammy to escape the hellhole of their abusive home, happily gave her permission. They were wed in a civil ceremony a few weeks later, and she dropped out of the ninth grade to become a fulltime housewife and soon, they hoped, a stay at home mom.

Sadly, it wasn’t meant to be. After several months of nonstop fucking without any success, Vince went to see a specialist. He learned two things during that fateful visit. First, that he had a genetic condition that resulted in an overproduction of testosterone, and second, due to a hormonal imbalance caused by his condition, he was completely sterile. Vince was crushed, and it was the first and only time she’d ever seen him cry.

Despite that setback, he provided her with the best life imaginable. He so impressed his bosses at TSC that he was soon promoted to crew lead, then project manager, then lead estimator, until finally he was made Vice President of Operations, where he worked for ten years until Jack Jr. took his father’s CEO position following his retirement, promoting Vince into his former role as President of the company. During this time, they moved from his shabby, rundown apartment to a one-bedroom condo, to a nice suburban spec home, until they were finally able to build their dream house on acreage he bought just outside the city years earlier.

Tammy was the envy of her friends and neighbors. Everyone loved Vince, and together they made a gorgeous couple. Never one to be coy about such things, they were all well aware of her active sex life, and they could hardly believe how much of it she was getting. Two, three, four times per day, sometimes more, every day, for years on end. This, of course, made her husband a target for unsatisfied wives and girlfriends, but she never worried about him straying. They were committed to each other, wholly and forever. She was entirely obedient to him, kept herself in shape, and fulfilled his every need. At least, she did for a while.

In the past few years, she’d started to lose the battle with her weight. Tammy was never a petite woman. At five nine, she was taller than most of her friends, but she’d always been slim and athletic, bouncing between one twenty and one thirty for most of her adult life. The weight gain started soon after her mother lost her battle with cancer six years ago. Tammy ate to deal with her depression, and once she put the weight on, it became difficult to take back off. She found herself slipping further and further into obesity. A pound or so every month, until she now tipped the scales at one eighty.

Vince acted like it didn’t bother him, calling her sexy and voluptuous, but she knew deep down that her lack of self-discipline disappointed him. The only consolation was that she’d gained two cup sizes. Her breasts, however, once firm and perky, sitting high on her chest, were now full and heavy, resting on her belly rolls when she sat down.

Despite her unfortunate, disgusting appearance, the frequency of their lovemaking never suffered. In fact, it accelerated. Vince was more demanding than ever, needing to get off multiple times per day, and she simply couldn’t keep up with him the way she used to. The extra weight made certain positions difficult to hold for any length of time, and she no longer had the stamina she once did. Oh, she tried her best to keep up with him, even running on the treadmill in their home gym to improve her lung capacity, but it still wasn’t enough. More often than not these days, Vince ended up in bed late at night jerking off onto her face and tits because she was too exhausted to do it herself.

Tammy fretted constantly about that. Sooner or later, her hypersexual husband would seek satisfaction and fulfilment in the arms of another woman. It didn’t matter that he constantly reassured her that he found her sexy and how much in love with her he was. She knew the truth in her gut, her big, fat gut, and that anxiety only increased with each additional pound. Why would a perfect man like him want to be with an old, fat, used up woman like herself, when he could be with any other younger, fitter woman of his choice? Especially when there were no children to consider. He could leave her in an instant, without worrying about any messy collateral.

That’s what tonight was partially about. The opportunity to grow their family and further cement the bonds of their union. It wasn’t just that, though. Tammy desperately wanted to give Vince a son. Someone to carry his legacy. She just hoped he’d be willing to go along with her plan.

“Adoption?” Vince asked, answering the question of why she’d prepared his favorite meal tonight. “You want us to adopt a kid?”

“Fostering to start,” Tammy clarified, “as a way to test the waters and make sure it’s right for us.”

He’d long ago abandoned any hope of ever having children, so this was a bit out of left field, and a difficult concept to wrap his mind around. They weren’t exactly young anymore. Tammy had recently turned forty-two, and he was pushing forty-eight. Their entire life had been built around remaining childless. Their house, while big, was designed to host parties, not raise a family. They vacationed regularly, especially during the offseason when children would normally be in school. Not to mention, they fucked all the time, all over the house, and even outside. Would this mean they’d have to wear clothes all the time and keep their lovemaking confined to the bedroom?

“I don’t know, Tammy. It would be a huge change for us, and a lot of responsibility. Are you sure that’s what you want for us at this point in our lives?”

She set down her fork and took his hand. “You’ve given me the best life I could possibly have imagined, and I’ll always be grateful for that, but you know as well as I do that there’s always been something missing.” She shook her head and squeezed his hand when he cast his eyes down in shame. “No, no, no! It’s not your fault, honey. No, it’s not anyone’s fault. It just what nature chose for us. But we don’t have to accept it! We don’t! We can still have everything we’ve ever wanted.

“I want this, Vince. I need it. All I’ve ever wanted was to be your wife and the mother of your children.” Tears flooded her eyes and spilled down her cheeks, and her words became choked. “I want to give you a son, my love. More than anything else in this world.”

She broke down and sobbed. Vince pulled her into his lap to comfort her, feeling emotions well up within him that he hadn’t experienced in years, and for only the second time in their twenty-eight year relationship, he wept with is wife.

Vetting by Child Welfare Services was fairly straightforward, with Tammy handling all the details. The case manager assigned to them, Kathy Hartford, was impressed with their home, their financial stability, and the strength of their longstanding marriage. Plus, they were the perfect age. Proven, responsible adults who weren’t so elderly that they couldn’t keep up with young children. Tammy explained to Kathy that they were pursuing foster care as a trial run for adoption, and that they would therefore prefer to foster a boy, if at all possible.

Kathy smiled at her request and nodded. “I fully understand, and we do our best to accommodate such preferences, so long as they align with the best interests of the children, of course.”

“Of course,” Tammy agreed, squeezing Vince’s hand when she noticed the way Kathy was looking at him.

“That said, our primary concern is to ensure all children in our county have an opportunity to be placed into suitable homes. We’ll certainly do everything in our power to accommodate your preferences for a boy, but I’d encourage you to remain open to fostering either gender, both to increase the likelihood of placement, as well as to meet the needs of the children in the system.”

Tammy looked at her husband and asked, “What do you think?”

He pressed his lips together and exhaled a long breath. His way of saying, I’m not sure. He directed his response to Kathy.

“I have to imagine you’ve got a lot more boys than girls needing homes, right?”

Kathy recrossed her long legs and leaned forward to rest her chin in her hand. “Not necessarily, Mr. Dellacava. Actually, is it alright if I call you Vince?”

“Mr. and Mrs. Dellacava are fine,” he said flatly.

His curt response wiped the sultry smile right off the slut’s face, and Tammy inwardly cheered for her incredible husband. Kathy sat upright and brushed invisible lint from her knee. Her tone became much more formal.

“Certainly. As I was starting to say, it depends. Sometimes we have more boys than girls, sometimes the opposite. We do our best to place them with suitable families as quickly as possible. It’s not like the pound, you know. We don’t just keep them in cages for prospective foster parents to browse at their leisure. Every child deserves a stable home, wouldn’t you agree?”

Tammy was taken aback by Kathy’s sharp tone, and shared a worried look with her husband. “Of course we agree,” Tammy said.

Kathy smiled and stood. “Of course you do.” She held out her hand to both of them and headed for the door with her leather book bag held in front of her. “I’ll go through our system and see if I can’t find a suitable match. Mr. Dellacava, Mrs. Dellacava, thank you for your time. You’ll be hearing from me shortly.”

Shortly turned out to be six weeks, and they only ever had girls, according to Kathy. “I’m doing my absolute best to accommodate your request, Mrs. Dellacava,” she assured, “but I need to make sure all the children in our system are placed in a good home. Are you sure you and your husband won’t consider a girl?”

It was abundantly clear now to Tammy that they wouldn’t be getting a boy. Not while Kathy was their case manager. So, after talking it over with Vince, they reluctantly agreed to consider girls as well as boys. Miraculously, a potential match was identified the very next day, and after some preliminary back and forths, an initial meeting was arranged at their home.

Tammy was anxious for Kathy to arrive, and Vince did his best to calm down his wife. She’d done herself up, hair and makeup, the whole nine yards. She even wore a summery dress that, while not overly revealing, was anything but conservative. Knee-length and just low cut enough to highlight her glorious assets. She looked stunning. Having just returned from the office, he was dressed in his usual uniform of a slim-tailored button down and slacks.

When the doorbell chimed, Tammy bolted from the couch to answer it. Vince stood when they entered the living room and shook Kathy’s rather cold hand.

“Mr. and Mrs. Dellacava,” she said in a stiff, formal tone, “this is Reina and Regina Greene. Ladies, please say hi.”

The two teenage girls stood awestruck behind their bureaucratic chaperone, gawking at the house. Tammy had opened up the sliding glass wall partitions leading to the back patio and the infinity pool beyond, giving the impression that the exterior and interior were all part of the same, cohesive space. Kathy cleared her throat, bringing the girls back to attention.

“Hi.” “Hey.”

Despite having her preference for a boy thwarted by Kathy, Tammy was ebullient, greeting the girls with warm, welcoming hugs. Vince remained aloof, offering the two an acknowledging nod before directing everyone to the designer U-shaped sectional that dominated the center of the living room. Kathy and the girls took their seats on one side, Vince and Tammy on the other. Kathy kicked off the conversation by giving some basic background information about each party to the other.

“So, as we discussed previously, Regina and Reina are sisters.” She referred to one of two file folders. “Let’s see ... Regina, who prefers to go by Gina, is sixteen and will be going into the eleventh grade at Hamilton High this fall. She’s quite bright and devoted to her studies. Let’s see, what else? She enjoys reading, especially science fiction novels. Oh, she’s quite athletic and participates in the school’s track and field team, where she runs middle-distance races. You’ll find that she’s quite mature for her age, and has taken on a caretaker role for her Reina. She can be quiet and reserved around new people, but don’t worry, she opens up once she feels comfortable.”

Opening the second folder, she continued. “Reina is fourteen and will be starting the ninth grade, also at Hamilton. She’s a very creative and outgoing young lady who loves music and art. Oh! Fun fact: Reina apparently plays the guitar and sings. Huh. You’ll find that she’s a little more outgoing and free spirited than her older sister, but I wouldn’t call her impulsive or anything like that. She’s a really sweet and friendly girl.”

Vince carefully watched both girls as Kathy recited their backgrounds. They sat close together, and Regina – Gina – held her sister’s hand in a clear display of protection. Something Vincent well understood. While Reina’s distracted eyes moved continuously around the house, and in particular toward the backyard and pool, Gina kept her focus squarely on the two prospective foster parents in front of her. According to Kathy, this meeting was as much for the girls’ benefit as for theirs. Kathy next shared some basic information about Vince and Tammy with the girls.

“Mr. Dellacava, Vince,” she said, lifting her eyebrow at Tammy, “is forty-seven and the president of a big construction company, but he’s home most every evening and on weekends. He enjoys trail running and weight lifting, as you can obviously tell,” she said with a smile, eliciting a hand squeeze from Tammy, “and he has a passion for classic American muscle cars, of which he has quite the collection, I understand.

“Mrs. Dellacava, or Tammy as she’s known, is a forty-two year old stay-at-home housewife who also went to Hamilton, if I’m not mistaken. What year did you graduate again, Mrs. Dellacava?”

Tammy shifted uncomfortably in her seat and glanced at Vince before addressing her response directly to Gina and Reina. “You know what? I didn’t actually, but I did get my GED, and I believe there’s nothing more important than a good education.”

“Quite right,” Kathy said, nodding her agreement. “Anyway, Mrs. Dellacava spends most of her time around the house, overseeing their servants, and she has a great love and enjoyment of food.”

Vince breathed deeply, curling his fingers into a loose fist as he reined in his growing anger over Kathy’s backhanded comments about his wife. Tammy felt him stiffen underneath her and leaned her head against his shoulder, stroking his hand in a calming gesture. He glared at Kathy as he kissed his wife’s head.