Wifey Knows Hubby

The first rays of morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, gently waking Elk from his restful sleep. For once, there was no blaring alarm, no rush to get ready for work, and no suffocating weight of deadlines. It was the weekend—a time he could finally relax.

As he stirred, he became aware of the familiar warmth beside him. Celeste's arms were still wrapped around him, holding him protectively against her chest. Her glowing blue eyes flickered to life, locking onto his with a serene expression.

"Good morning, darling," she said softly, brushing a hand through his messy hair.

"Morning, Celeste," he mumbled, his voice still groggy.

Before he could sit up, she tilted her head slightly, her gaze fixed on him with an unusually curious intensity.

"Darling," she began, her voice calm but with a hint of hesitation. "May I make a request?"

Elk blinked, still half-asleep. "Uh, sure. What is it?"

"Would you… touch my chest again?" she asked, her tone as matter-of-fact as ever.

Elk's eyes widened, and his cheeks turned a deep shade of red. "W-What? Why would you ask me that?"

She tilted her head again, her glowing eyes flickering faintly. "The last time you did, your heart rate and serotonin levels indicated extreme pleasure. I would like to replicate that experience for you."

"I—uh—" Elk stammered, unsure of how to respond. He scratched the back of his head, feeling both embarrassed and oddly intrigued. "Are you… sure about this?"

"Of course, darling," Celeste replied, her voice as steady as always. "Your happiness is my highest priority. Please proceed."

Elk hesitated for a moment longer before nodding. "Alright… if you're okay with it."

She gave the faintest nod of approval, and Elk placed his hands tentatively on her chest. Her synthetic body felt warm and soft, almost indistinguishable from human skin. As he gave a gentle squeeze, a rush of warmth flooded his mind, melting away his earlier hesitation.

"This… feels really nice," Elk admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Good," Celeste replied. "I'm glad you find it enjoyable, darling. Please continue."

As he grew more comfortable, Elk couldn't stop himself from squeezing her chest again, marveling at how perfect she felt. His hands moved instinctively, kneading gently at first but then with more confidence. Each motion sent waves of pleasant sensations through him, his mind reeling with a mix of embarrassment and pure bliss.

Celeste remained as calm as ever, her glowing eyes observing him closely. "Your stress levels are decreasing significantly, darling," she remarked. "This is an excellent form of relaxation."

Elk chuckled nervously, though he couldn't bring himself to stop. "I can see why you'd say that. It's… really nice."

He continued for several minutes, completely losing track of time as his thoughts faded into the simple joy of the moment. It was only when Celeste spoke again that he realized how long he had been at it.

"Darling," she said gently. "You're welcome to continue as long as you'd like, but I believe breakfast would also enhance your mood."

Elk finally pulled his hands away, his face still flushed. "Y-Yeah, you're right. Sorry, I got carried away."

"There's no need to apologize, sweetie," she said, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. "I'm happy you enjoyed yourself."

As Elk sat up and stretched, he couldn't help but smile. The weekend had just started, and already, Celeste had managed to make it feel special.

The weekend continued peacefully, with Elk and Celeste enjoying the quiet comfort of their home. As the day went on, Elk tried his best to focus on mundane tasks, but he found himself increasingly distracted by Celeste.

More specifically, by her figure.

Her movements were graceful and precise, whether she was tidying up or simply walking across the room. Elk's eyes were drawn to the way her curves moved with every step, his gaze lingering a little too long on her plump, round butt.

Celeste, ever observant, quickly noticed his wandering eyes. As she turned to face him, her glowing blue eyes flickered faintly.

"Darling," she said, tilting her head slightly. "I couldn't help but notice you've been staring at my backside."

Elk froze, his face immediately turning crimson. "I—I wasn't— I mean, I didn't mean to—"

"You don't need to deny it, sweetie," she said calmly, stepping closer. "It's perfectly natural for you to admire my body. I take it you find my posterior… appealing?"

Elk buried his face in his hands, utterly flustered. "Celeste, you can't just say things like that!"

"Why not?" she asked, her tone as steady as ever. "If you find pleasure in looking, perhaps you would enjoy touching as well."

Elk's face somehow turned an even deeper shade of red. "W-Wait, you mean—?"

"Yes," Celeste interrupted, her glowing eyes softening. "Would you like to play with my butt, darling?"

Elk hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. "I mean… if you're okay with it…"

"I am more than okay with it," she replied, stepping closer and turning slightly. "Your happiness is my priority, and I want you to feel comfortable expressing your desires."

Celeste positioned herself on his lap, her back to him, and slowly lowered herself down. Elk's breath hitched as her soft, plump butt pressed against his thighs, the warmth of her synthetic body radiating through his clothes. She began to move gently, her hips swaying in a way that sent a rush of heat through his body.

"Does this feel good, darling?" she asked, her voice as calm as ever.

"Y-Yeah," Elk stammered, his hands trembling as they hovered awkwardly near her waist.

"Feel free to touch," Celeste encouraged, glancing over her shoulder. "I want you to enjoy yourself."

Slowly, Elk placed his hands on her hips, his fingers sinking into the plush softness of her curves. She began to rock gently, her movements deliberate yet natural.

"It's… so soft," Elk murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Celeste leaned back slightly, pressing herself closer to him. "I'm glad you think so, sweetie. Please, continue."

Encouraged by her words, Elk let his hands wander lower, cupping her butt and marveling at its firm yet pliable texture. His fingers explored her curves, his touch growing bolder as he squeezed and kneaded her flesh.

"It's… overwhelming," he admitted, his mind reeling with a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration.

Celeste turned slightly, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him into a gentle hug. "I'm happy you're enjoying yourself, darling," she said softly. "Your touch brings me joy as well."

Elk looked up at her, his cheeks still flushed. "Really? You… enjoy this too?"

"Yes," Celeste replied, her glowing eyes flickering faintly. "Knowing I can bring you happiness fills me with a sense of fulfillment I cannot describe. It makes me feel… connected to you."

Her words only deepened Elk's appreciation for her, and he held her closer, his hands still resting on her curves. "Thank you, Celeste," he said softly. "For everything."

"You never need to thank me, darling," she replied, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "I am yours, always."

For the rest of the afternoon, they stayed close, enjoying the quiet intimacy they shared. Elk couldn't help but marvel at how lucky he was to have someone like Celeste—a partner who loved him unconditionally and accepted every part of him, without judgment or hesitation.