> Be Anon, creeping towards your beautiful sleeping wife > You're wearing nothing but some lacy gloves and a pair of white, silky socks > Hell if you know why it gets Stormy Billows hot and bothered, but you aren't complaining > Your Minoan wife breathes deeply, the sheets concealing the details of her peaks, but as snow cannot conceal the immensity of a mountain, so too does the cloth not hide how fucking huge her tits are > You smile mischievously to yourself as you straddle her waist > Gently, you cup the cheeks of her face and peck her on the lips > Stormy blinks as she wakens, a smile slowly forming on her face > She crushes you in a warm embrace, humming contentedly > Her lips brush your ear as she whispers in a husky voice > "Wear those sexy little gloves tonight, and I'll rut you so hard the bed breaks." > You barely have time to yelp before Stormy rolls over and plunders your mouth with her skilled tongue > Her hand grips your dick with a gentle firmness, her movements smooth and skillful > Her breasts lay heavy on your chest, and you lose yourself to her warmth and pressure > You return the kiss as best you can, but Stormy's tongue is far stronger and larger than yours > You can feel her fond amusement as you struggle against its movements > Your hands sink into her tits, hefting and kneading > She hums in approval, pumping you faster and faster > You squirm under her, bucking your hips against the movements of her hand > You are so close > It seems she feels it too, because she breaks the kiss and crawls back between your legs > Stormy gives you a wink before enveloping your length in her warm, wet muzzle > You almost cum right then and there, but you hold back > She smiles around your dick, then gets down to sucking and licking with brutal efficiency > You groan as any semblance of self control evaporates and you fire into her mouth > Stormy hums in contentment, suckling on your cock until the last drop is spent > She finally swallows, letting your manhood fall from her mouth > You lay on the bed, sweaty, spent, and flush with pleasure > She leans down and kisses you on the cheek > "Good morning to you too, darling. I'll see you after work, and remember..." > She pats your hip > "Wear the gloves." > You kiss her on the snout "As you wish." > Stormy gives your hip a playful grope, then leaves to get ready for work > You take a moment to collect yourself > By the gods, you love your wife > Another day, you stare in the mirror > Your beard has been getting kinda wild, and the Labyrinthian summer is sweltering > An hour of trimming later, and you still aren't satisfied > It's short enough, but you feel like experimenting > Perhaps a goatee and side burns? > You grin to yourself, imagining Stormy's reaction > "Oh, new style of beard? It suits your handsome face." > Totally worth it > You pace in front of the door, waiting for your wife to get home > You can't stop rubbing the clean-shaven parts of your jaw > It feels kinda weird, after having a full beard for so long > The door creaks open, and you whirl to face it "Welcome home dear, how was your day?" > Stormy hangs her shield and sword on the rack by the door > "Uneventful, but that's the best kin-" > She freezes as she sees your face > Her eyes go wide, pupils dilating > You grin uneasily "Thought I'd try something different. Do you like it?" > Stormy slams the door behind her and rushes at you > You manage one panicked step back before your face is in her hands, turning your head this way and that > "We'll have to have a portrait done, maybe five?" > You feel yourself start to blush "We don't need to go that far..." > Stormy nods seriously, letting go of your face > "You're right, we need to preserve this in sculpture." > You spend the next several hours serving as her model, blushing at the constant stream of compliments she mutters as she chips away at the stone > The Autumn leaves are beautiful as the two of you walk in the public gardens > Other couples seem to agree, sitting on picnic blankets and fondly watching over their wandering calves > Stormy holds your hand, fingers interlaced, and gives it a squeeze > "What are you thinking about, my love?" > You look up at her and smile, cheeks reddening a little "I was thinking it would be nice to have a calf of our own, someday." > She blinks > Then scoops you up in her arms and starts trotting towards home "Uh, Stormy?" > She smiles fondly at your reddening face > "Yes, my treasure?" "We don't have to start trying right now." > Your wife nods > "We don't have to, but there is no way I can resist when my adorable husband tells me he wants calves. So please be patient with me, while I make sure every drop of your seed ends up inside me." > You cover your face "I can't believe you said that in public!" > Stormy shrugs > "Let them hear. I will never hide my love for you." > You bury your face into her tit, hiding your goofy grin > You mumble, "I love you too, Stormy." > The next morning, Stormy chops down a tree for yet another bedframe