I began by kissing Tammy’s neck.  She cooed when I lightly licked it.  Then I  made my way to her full tits.  Tammy was starting to breathe heavier.  I caressed her tits and sucked the left one and fondled the right one.  When I licked and nipped Tammy’s nipples, she whimpered loudly and sighed.

While I caressed her warm tits, I began to run my tongue over her body lightly.  Tammy’s body would tighten, then relax. She would hold my head, but then grab the sheets.  She was purring and moaning at the same time.

I kissed and licked around her navel and the sides of her body.  Tammy squirmed and cooed, straining and relaxing from my tongue’s arousal. When I started to kiss her pubic hair, Tammy groaned and pushed her hips up and tried to push my face to her pussy.

“Hank? Baby? Please – ah-ha – oooh – ummm – please.”  I finally let her push my face to her pussy.

Tammy inhaled sharply, held it for a short while, then released it through a long, low groan of desire.  I licked the top of her pussy, but not her clit.  I moved, so I was lying between her legs.  My hands rubbed up and down her body and squeezed her tits while my tongue slowly separated her pussy lips.

I sucked her pussy lips into my mouth and flicked them.  Tammy groaned loudly when my tongue would pass her pussy and stop before it got to her clit.  I continued rubbing her body but would stop to put her nipple between my fingers.  I rolled it and pulled on her hard nipples.  

I pulled her nipples, but could still squeeze her tits.  My tongue was licking around and between her pussy lips.  When I shoved my tongue into her wet pussy, Tammy pulled on the bedclothes, whimpered, and yelped, "Do that – yes – there – lick me there." Tammy’s orgasm was seconds away.

Tammy pulled her legs up to her tits, shoved my face between her legs, and moaned, "Now Hank – oooh now." Tammy’s pussy squirted my face with her warm cum.  I lapped as fast as I could but she sent another stream of warm cum.

I held her tits and licked and sucked her pussy as fast as I could to keep up with her.  Licking her cum, hearing her moaning and pushing her pussy against my tongue was making my cock harder and harder.  I wanted her pussy and I wanted it now.

When Tammy’s orgasm subsides, she likes to cover her pussy and lie on her side.  Not this time.  I wanted to shove my cock in her.  When she tried to roll on her side, I stopped her.  I held her legs apart.  Tammy looked up at me, kneeling between her soft thighs.  She covered her pussy with her hands, but when she looked at me, she moved her hands away.  The expression on her face was a mixture, part smile and part concern.  She started to pant again.

“Go ahead, you big brute.  Do what you want with this poor maiden.  Take me to please your desires and make me your slave.  Destroy my very soul like you always do, then put me back together.  Empty your hot cum in me.”  Tammy reached her arms out to me.  

I lowered myself between her legs.  Tammy wrapped her fingers around my cock stroked it a few times and then she guided it into her pussy.  Tammy put her arms above her head, moaning as my cock filled her. 

“Ya big brute – oh God you feel so good in me,” Tammy cooed and moved her hips so my cock was being rubbed by her pussy.

I started pounding Tammy.  The harder I slammed into her, the more she wanted.

“I love it – give it to me, Hank – pound me hard,” Tammy begged.

I couldn’t stop myself; she had me so aroused.  When I started to cum, my cock poured load after load deep into her pussy.  Tammy yelped with lust as she felt the hot liquid splattering her insides.   

I pounded my cock into her one last time.  I held it there until I was sure I had emptied the contents of my balls in her pussy.  When I stopped pounding Tammy, I supported myself on my elbows.  My sweat dripped onto her tits; my breathing rushed past her neck.  Tammy was looking up at me, and I was exhausted.

“Any woman would be happy for a man who loves her.  Most women dream of a man who desires them.  I have a man who devours me, demands me, owns me.  I have what no other woman in the world has.” Tammy pulled me down onto her.

I lay on top of Tammy, panting, a spent man.  She held me softly in her arms, one arm around my back, the other holding my ass cheek.  She moved her head and kissed my cheek.

“This is where my man belongs.  This is where he returns my soul and puts me back together,” she whispered.

I rolled next to Tammy, and she cuddled as close to me as she could.  She laid her arm across my chest and sighed.  Her head was resting on my shoulder; her warm breath floated around my neck.  I had my arm around her shoulders, rubbing her arm.

“Hank, what are you thinking?” Tammy whispered.

“I think I may have gotten you pregnant tonight.  What do want, Tammy?  A boy or girl?”  I squeezed her.

“I want the baby you just gave me, Hank.  Your baby, our baby.  I don’t know how you do it, but you give me everything I want.  I can’t take that for granted,” she sighed.

“You don’t, Tamara, you don’t.”  I squeezed her and kissed her forehead.

Tomorrow was Monday, damn it.

The alarm was ruining the day already.  I tried to find the damn thing and shut it off.  I found the button, but it was still ringing.  I was getting madder by the minute when it stopped.  I turned to look at Tammy; she was holding the damn thing.

“I’m gonna kill it,” I groaned.

“Honey, you can’t shut it off by pushing my nipple.”  Tammy sat there smiling.  I just growled.

We got out of bed. Tammy went to the kitchen, and I went to the bathroom.  After relieving myself, I went to bed and set up our pillows for our morning coffee.  I heard the coffee maker ding.  The coffee god had worked his magic.

Tammy came into the room smiling and carrying our coffee.  She sat on the side of the bed next to me, and I took a cup from her hand.  We kissed, then had our first sips of the glorious liquid.

“You’re not getting back in bed,”  I asked Tammy.

“Yes, but I wanted to be closer to you for our first sips.  I can’t explain it, Hank, but I have fallen deeper in love with you.  It’s – it’s, I don’t know, yesterday with Father Ryan, then our dinner.  Then we came home, and you let me be the woman I always want to be for you.  Your tender loving, you make sure I have an orgasm first, it seems like it’s always me first. 

"You hold the door for me so I can go in first, you make sure I am served first, and you wait until I sip my beer first.  I was never first at home, or even in the picture.  My clothes came from the bargain basement, and my furniture came from the resale shop. 

"When we were married, I got the first chest of drawers for my new clothes, while your stuff was still in boxes.  We used our twin mattresses for our wedding bed. I got the new mattress I wanted first.  I got the first new pillow.  I got the new kitchen gadgets first, while you were using rusted tools you bought from an old farmer.   I thought I could never give you all that you have given me, but now I’ll be able to give you our first baby.  Maybe not the way I wanted but you will have a baby.  You made it possible for me to give you a baby.”  Tammy inhaled deeply and sighed.  Her expression said she was at peace and filled with love.

“Tamara, you were the first I fell in love with, the first I made love to, the first that made me complete.” I brought her close to me and we kissed.

We had our coffee, then got up, made the bed, and started our daily routine.  I realized our life had taken a huge step forward.  Our responsibility to each other was bigger and stronger, and it had to be strong enough to raise our baby.  I looked at Tammy so differently, I loved her more, I respected her more.   

The aroma of Tammy’s cooking led me to the kitchen.  She was putting breakfast on the plates naked except for an apron.  I didn’t expect to see her in an apron, and I started laughing.

“I know you’re running late for work, so I thought if you could only see my boobies and not my coochie, you wouldn’t be as tempted to throw me back in bed and ravish my body again.”

I looked at her and gave her a mischievous grin.

I started to go around to the other side of the table where Tammy was standing.  Tammy watched my approach.  She put the plate down and started to go the other way.

“Hank!  You have to go to work, Hank,”  Tammy screamed.

“Come here, you little vixen,” I demanded.

"Henry Edward Johnston, work now, coochie later.  HANK!  STOP IT!”  Tammy screamed.

I grabbed her and picked her up in my arms.  She was laughing and squirming around.  I gave each exposed tit a quick suck, then put her down in her chair.  I picked up her plate and finished filling it, then I filled mine.  Tammy looked at me, shaking her head.

“God, I love you, Hank." We sat down for breakfast.

Tammy put on a T-shirt and walked me out.  As I pulled away, we waved to each other, and the garage door closed slowly on our morning.

I got to work.  “Vern, what the hell happened?” The strip mall was torched. 

“I got the phone call at ten-thirty last night.  I’ve been here ever since.  Some of the firemen said they could smell gasoline, it’s a torch job.”  Vern was just shaking his head.

“Insurance job?” That was my first guess.

“Hell, yes.  Whoever did this knew what they were doing.  All of your hard work burned.”  He patted my shoulder.

“Thanks, Vern.  Thank God no one was hurt in that inferno,” I added.

“This is a shitty thing to say, Hank, but sometimes ya wish Karma showed up.” He kicked a scorched two-by-four and walked away.  Then he motioned for me to follow.

“Hank, you will be paid for today, don’t worry about that.  You can go home, or I do have another 'buck-two-fifty' job if you want it,” Vern offered.

“If you’re paying me, I’m working.  What have you got?”

Vern's face turned into a big smile.

He sent me to a little barber shop downtown.  This place was cool.  The décor hadn’t been changed in forty years.  The floor was wooden, and the mirrors were losing their silver in some spots.  The magazines were guy magazines.  Hunting, fishing, and a couple of, well, there wasn’t any nudity, but they were for guys; Vargas girls.

Jake wanted another outlet by his register.  He had the approval from the landlord and all the necessary papers.  It pissed me off that he had to get a permit from the city for another receptacle.  Fucking money-grabbing bastards.

I listened to the guys who just came in to pass the time and the guys getting their haircuts.  Jake didn’t need to ask how they wanted it.  He finished one, and another one got in the chair.  They left money at the register as they left, but Jake never checked.

I had to laugh to myself.  These old-timers had answers to every problem in the country.  A lot of them had some real credence to them.  The one guy who must be in charge of the conversations was hilarious.  If he said “sonsabitches” once, he said it two thousand times while I was there.

“Well, Mr. Jake.  You have a new outlet where you wanted it.  Is there anything else while I’m here?”  I could tell there was something on his mind.

“I hate to impose on ya, but could you put a new wire on my little foot heater?  It sure feels nice in the cold winter that’s a-comin'.” His hazel eyes glistened mischievously.

“You bet.”   I took his little foot heater out to my fan.  The cord was old and cracking. I wondered how long he had it.  There were no guards on it like the newer ones.  Back then, we knew not to stick our hands or anything else in them.

Fifteen minutes later, I walked into the shop and proudly showed Jake his new cord.

“Boy, that’s nice o’ ya, Hank.  Hey, can I take a little off around your ears and your collar?  Make your lady love ya more when you get home,” he chuckled.

“Sounds good, Jake.”  He put me in the chair ahead of the other guys.  No one said a word about it. 

A quick clip, clip, and snip, snip there and I was good to go.  He brushed me off and gave me the full talcum treatment.  A little slap of smell pretty and he took the cover from me.

“Damn, Hank.  You could be a hit in Hollywood the way you’re a-lookin’,” Jake said with pride.

I stopped at the register to lay some money down. Jake stopped me.

“No need, Hank.  Next time.”  He smiled and waved.  In the rest of their world, they were complaining about the raising in deer tag fees.

I called Vern and told him I was finished at Jake’s.  I told him about the heater in case it ever came up.  He said I could go home, but I would be working on a new build tomorrow.  Oh, I was loving that.  I headed home to Tammy.

Departed Soul