Prologue
**Note: This is a slow burn build up. Feel free to skip the prologue and move straight to Part 1, where the action truly begins.**
To start the story, I'll give a little bit of background on myself. I'm the son of an oil tycoon and two weeks after I turned 25 my father passed away. At the funeral, my wife and I were stunned to learn that my father had left the company to me. This was unexpected, as he never gave any indication that he wanted me to take up his empire; I always figured he would just pass leadership to the next man down the ladder.
And because this never occurred to me, I wasn't very much prepared to inherit the responsibility. My wife Lauren and I had been married for a while and we were already on a different life trajectory. I was a radio station manager and she worked nights as a waitress after spending the day as a stay-at-home mom (more on that later). But, when we learned what came along with the deal of inheriting the company, we agreed that accepting a career change was an opportunity we could not pass up.
Growing up I always resented what wealth did to people. It made people greedy and detached from others, and it turned those around them into shameless users and leeches. As a result, I refused to live off my father's money. My wife accepted and supported my moral philosophy and we tried to make it our own way. But, we knew things were always going to be tough.
When I married Lauren, she was already the mother of four children before she turned 21. I know what you're thinking. What in the hell kind of trashiness is this? And it is true, the children were born out of a toxic prior relationship from her youth that she was only barely able to escape. Her high school boyfriend had knocked her up when she was 16, and when her daughter Kylie was born, her boyfriend proposed (despite only being 18 and Lauren 17) to try and vow to change his irresponsible ways. But, he never did, and in between cheating on her and leaving her, only coming back repeatedly when his other options were spent, he knocked her up twice more. A year later, they had twins Addison and Dixie, and three years later their youngest Hayden when Lauren was 20.
I met her through mutual friends right as things were getting particularly messy between her and her fiance, and was able to convince her to leave him and file a restraining order. She and her kids would never hear from him again, and as a thank you she agreed to let me take her out on a date. We quickly fell in love, as she was caught off guard by my chivalry and patience and support for her, and we married a couple years later at the young age of 22.
From then on I have loved Lauren with a fervent passion, not only for her grace but for her beauty. She was a 5'8" bombshell brunette with long, full hair, pale, creamy smooth skin, long legs, fleshy thighs, and a plump, natural ass that swayed effortlessly when she walked.
But her best attributes were undoubtedly her breasts. She already had a legendary reputation in her social circles for her tits, and that was even before her prior pregnancies. In high school everyone had called her Tongus Mitties (she never picked up on the 'mongus titties wordplay), which she grew the second she hit puberty. After her first few pregnancies, her tits swelled up even more and never shrunk back down after giving birth. She carried natural 34 F cup beauties. I'll never forget seeing them bare for the first time, the night of our wedding. Slightly freckled, plump with utterly no sag. Areolas as big as saucer plates and as dark as pepperoni, and thick, pencil eraser nipples.
They may have been the most perfect pair of breasts on earth. Why she settled for a 5'9" scrawny schmuck like me I'll never know, but I always thank God that she did. I accepted and welcomed my new role as stepfather to her daughters and loved them as if they were my own, which clearly made Lauren swoon. Given her beauty, it was already clear to me that her little ladies were bound to grow up and become stunners of their own, and it was up to me to beat away all the boys that would inevitably come hounding them.
When I saved up enough money to buy us a modest sized home, Lauren expressed her undying appreciation by promising me that as soon as our finances were more stable, she would make me a real father to children of our own. Until then, we agreed to use diligent protection when we had sex. Our sex life was quite healthy and vigorous, but always involved condoms and birth control. We took no chances, as we certainly were in no financial place to risk a fifth mouth to feed. From that day forward I fantasized relentlessly at the idea, first about what it would feel like to slide into my wife completely bare, feeling her steamy warmth in full intimate detail for the first time. I admit I masturbated relentlessly to this thought, while never tiring for Lauren whenever she beckoned.
And second, I fantasized about the day when I could see her carrying a baby bump, seeing her breasts swell, seeing the stretch marks appear on her soft, pale skin, and knowing the baby was mine.
Then, three years later, my father passed away, and to our baffled but pleasant surprise, his lawyer revealed to us that he wanted to leave the company to me. This meant all of his wealth, including his plantation estate over in Alabama (which he had bought with my mother after I graduated high school), and all of his other assets.
