Experiment Begins

You wake to the soft, wet heat of your wife’s pussy settling over your mouth and the light, insistent tickle of her pinky tracing slow circles over your taint. The ice from the night before has left your cock in its smallest state—soft, wrinkled, completely folded inside the foreskin, barely a pale nub against your smooth body. Her free hand finds the tiny package and pinches the wrinkled little button between two fingers, rolling it slowly.

“Morning, baby. Experiment starts now.”

She reaches for her phone one-handed, opens a prepared playlist, and lowers the screen so you can see it while she continues grinding her wet pussy across your tongue. The first video is exactly what she promised: a pretty wife on her back, legs open, taking a thick, heavy cock while her husband sits nearby in a chair. The camera cuts to him often. His cock is soft, small, wrinkled—barely three inches—and he strokes it slowly while he watches another man stretch his wife.

Your wife stretches your own soft button out between her fingers and holds it in the same frame as the husband’s little cock on screen.

“Look. You’re the same size. Same soft little fold. Same useless shape while the big one does the real work.”

She keeps the comparison going through the next clips. Every time the camera shows the small-dick husband, she pinches your nub and holds it next to the phone. Every time the thick cock sinks into the hotwife, she gives your button a dismissive little tug and makes you watch the difference. Her pinky never stops its slow tickle against your taint. Her pussy stays wet and heavy over your mouth.

“This is us,” she murmurs, grinding harder. “You’re the husband with the little button. I’m the one who gets the real cock. And we both get to watch.”

After several videos she finally lifts her hips, gives your taint one last tickle and your soft button one last firm pinch, then pulls you out of bed.

“Shopping time. We need clothes that match the role.”

She dresses you in the same tiny black shorts and cropped hoodie as before, presses the ice pack against the flat front for a full minute, and drives you to the same boutique of micro skirts, tiny panties, and novelty lingerie. Inside she keeps a hand on you at all times, often slipping her fingers under the waistband of the shorts to pinch the cold little nub while she browses.

She makes you try on pale pink micro panties with a small bow, a black micro skirt that hangs completely flat, lavender booty shorts with glitter writing, and a tiny white pair of boy-shorts with a cartoon print. Each time you change she steps into the fitting room, pinches your soft button through the new fabric, and holds her phone up so you can see a paused frame from the hotwife porn beside your reflection—small soft cock on screen next to the even softer, flatter shape in the new clothes.

“Perfect,” she says more than once. “Tiny panties for the tiny husband who watches. Flat little skirt for the one who doesn’t get to fuck. These match the videos exactly.”

She buys the pink micro panties, the black micro skirt, and the lavender shorts. In the car she has you change into the panties and skirt immediately. The ice pack goes back on your lap, pressing the soft little button flat under the new, even smaller clothes. She slips her fingers under the micro skirt, finds the wrinkled nub inside the pink panties, and keeps it pinched between her fingers for the entire drive home.

“Experiment continues tonight,” she says, eyes on the road, fingers slowly rolling your soft button. “New costume on. Hotwife porn back on the screen. I’ll sit on your face again, tickle your taint, and every time the small husband appears or the big cock goes in, I’ll hold this little thing up next to the phone so you can see how perfectly you fit the part.”

She gives the cold, folded nub one more possessive pinch and keeps holding it while she drives.