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- > 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
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