You are Anon, creeping towards your beautiful, sleeping wife, 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.