A New Beginning

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 while she speaks.

“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.

The second video is longer and more detailed. The wife is on all fours, moaning as a thick cock works in and out of her. The husband is closer this time, kneeling beside the bed with his tiny soft cock in his hand. The camera lingers on the size difference—the heavy shaft stretching his wife versus the little wrinkled thing he is holding. Your wife pauses on a clear side-by-side shot and pinches your button harder, pulling it slightly so it sits right next to the husband’s small cock on the screen.

“Exactly the same,” she murmurs, grinding in slow circles. “If I put you in that chair you wouldn’t look any different. Soft little button while I got filled. Keep your tongue moving.”

She resumes the video and resumes the steady rhythm of her hips. Another cut shows the husband being told to hold his little cock against the other man’s heavy balls for scale. Your wife immediately does the same with you, pressing your pinched nub against the side of the phone so you can see how it disappears next to the on-screen comparison. Her pinky keeps tickling your taint in time with the thrusts on screen. Wet sounds fill the bedroom—her pussy on your mouth, the porn in the background, the soft wet noise of her fingers occasionally slipping against your folded skin.

A third clip starts without her lifting her hips. This one focuses even more on the small husband: close-ups of his soft cock being measured with a ruler (just over two and a half inches), the wife laughing while she strokes it for a few seconds before turning back to the thick cock that actually satisfies her. Your wife mirrors every action. She measures your button roughly against her pinky knuckle again, pinches it, strokes it with two fingers for the same short length of time the wife on screen does, then returns to simply holding it up for comparison whenever the camera cuts back to the little one.

“This is the experiment,” she says, breathing heavier now. “We watch husbands who look like you watch their wives take what you can’t give. We compare this soft little button directly to theirs. And you stay right here underneath me with my pinky on your taint so you can’t hide how small and sensitive you are.”

She scrolls through two more videos the same way—always keeping her weight on your face, always pinching and displaying your tiny cock next to the small husbands on screen, always tickling your taint while the thick cocks on screen do the work the little ones cannot. By the time she finally lifts her hips your chin and lips are shiny, your taint is tingling from the constant light touch, and your soft button is still pinched between her fingers, no larger than when she started.

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

She does not let you get dressed in normal clothes. She hands you the same tiny black shorts and cropped pink hoodie, presses the re-frozen ice pack against the flat front for a full minute until the soft little nub is forced even smaller, then drives you to the 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 find and pinch the cold little button while she browses the racks.

She makes you try on everything that catches her eye.

First are pale pink micro panties with a small satin bow at the center. In the fitting room she watches you strip, holds the panties open, and pulls them up herself. The soft wrinkled nub disappears completely under the thin fabric. There is no bulge at all. She pinches it through the satin, then holds her phone up beside your reflection with a paused frame from the porn—small soft husband-cock on screen next to the even flatter shape in the pink panties.

“Perfect match,” she says. “Tiny panties for the tiny husband who watches.”

Next is a black micro skirt that barely covers the tops of your thighs. Without anything underneath it hangs completely flat. With the pink panties it still shows nothing. She makes you turn, bend, walk the short length of the fitting room while she watches the fabric stay smooth and empty-looking. Every few steps she reaches under the hem, pinches the soft button through the panties, and shows you another paused comparison on her phone.

Lavender booty shorts with “Property of His Wife” in glitter come next. Then tiny white boy-shorts with a cartoon print. Then a red plaid schoolgirl skirt even shorter than the black one. Each change follows the same pattern: she steps into the fitting room, pinches your soft little package through the new fabric, holds the phone up so you can see a small-dick husband from the porn beside your reflection, and comments on how perfectly the clothes refuse to show any real shape.

“This is what the husband wears when he knows he’s only there to watch,” she says, standing behind you in the mirror while you wear the schoolgirl skirt and the pink panties. Her fingers reach around, find the tiny soft fold, and pinch it firmly so you can both see the way the skirt still hangs flat. “No matter what we put you in, there’s nothing to fill it. That’s why these are perfect for the videos.”

She decides on the pale pink micro panties with the bow, the black micro skirt, and the lavender booty shorts. At the counter she places them down without any embarrassment and adds a thin pink choker with a small heart charm. The clerk glances at the flat front of your current shorts, then at the items, and says nothing. Your wife only smiles and pays.

Back in the car she immediately makes you change into the pink micro panties and the black micro skirt. The ice pack goes back on your lap, pressing the soft little button even flatter under the new, even tinier clothes. She slips her fingers under the micro skirt and into the pink panties, finds the wrinkled nub, 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, already planning which videos to play first once the new clothes are on and you are back underneath her.