> 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