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"Well, Kelly, what exactly do you think I should do?"
My husband Ted was not taking all that well to being shrunken. To be fair, I probably wouldn't have been happy to find myself spontaneously three inches tall with no hope of a cure, but right then his attitude was starting to get on my nerves. I was trying to enjoy a day with him at the beach, and he was getting short with me? Just because he wants to go out into the surf shouldn't have to mean that I need to interrupt my tanning.
I wiggled my toes to signal my displeasure; I couldn't even hear it when he fell off my foot and onto my towel.
"Honey, you can't go out by yourself into the water. You know that."
He had to walk between my legs simply to get close enough for me to hear him without shouting, but once he got *ahem* as far as he could go, he decided to shout anyway. Honestly, I'm not entirely sure what he said. Even if I had been inclined to listen to him at this point, and frankly I wasn't so inclined at all, the soft air from his yells was tickling me down there. I guess it was sort of, well... distracting. In a good way.
"Honey, you've got to stick close to me when we're outside together. In fact, I've got an idea of what we can do right now."
It had been a few months since he'd suddenly discovered that, for him at least, it's not a small world after all. After visits to universities, hospitals, and even the CDC, without any results to show for it, we'd both needed a vacation. Ted had been so focused on finding out what had happened that our physical relationship had been put on hold. Given the situation, the pause in our sex life wasn't entirely unreasonable but....
You know, I'm only human. Now that we knew there was no way to resume it normally, and now that we were on holiday, and now that his tiny body was so close to my pussy... I'm not proud of how it happened, but I just had to have my husband or, or... I don't even know. Don't worry; afterward, he insisted that there wasn't anything in the world he had ever enjoyed more.
I slid my hand between my legs and pushed my palm into Ted's back. Before he could move, I had him right between my labia. He was so surprised that he just sort of lay there; I had to tickle him to get him moving, but once he starting squirming and wriggling around... AH. Oh, I hadn't thought it could feel better than that.
I'm happy to say that I was wrong. At first, Ted was fighting me. As he tried to escape my fingers, he reached around my increasingly wet folds trying to get a hold of something to pull himself out of there. Instead, his arms found their way onto my clitoris. I flinched. Hard. If my hand hadn't been behind him, Ted would definitely have been flying through the air at that moment. As it was, I managed to keep my husband right where I needed him.
That's when Ted says he remembered our marriage. Not that he'd literally forgotten it, of course, but he'd been so out of it since his shrinking that he hadn't been able to be a proper husband to me. This was when he started making it up to me.
And did he ever make it up. He kept wiggling around in my lips, but suddenly it was more rhythmic, more deliberate. He kept massaging my clit so that I had to press harder and harder onto him just to keep him from falling off as I lifted my hips into the air and slammed them back onto my towel.
Even that wasn't enough to keep him where he was, though. As tight as I was pushing him, trying to keep him on me, it hadn't occurred to me that he might go in the other direction. As he got slicker and slicker from my juices, I noticed that he was feeling smaller and smaller against my fingers. Oh shit, I thought: is he shrinking?
And then I felt a jolt, not on my clit, but inside me. He'd slipped into my vagina! I hadn't even noticed the sensation of his entering me; between his small size and, I'll be blunt, how fucking good I was feeling, I'd missed the completely insane fact that my husband was now inside me.
Entirely inside me. OHHH. He felt really good in there. Really, really good. Maybe the feeling wasn't quite as sharp as when he'd been playing masseuse to my clit, but his constant kicking and shimmying and... Ah, was that licking I felt? Oh god, I could feel his minuscule tongue in my pussy! Just the thought of how thoroughly I was being attended to was turning me on like I hadn't been in years. At that moment, my husband -- an entire, full-grown man -- existed for no other purpose than for my pleasure.
I kept rubbing my clit, but I'm not sure if I even had to. Small as he was, Ted was doing everything I needed him to. No matter how big a penis is, it can't find every nook in my vagina; no matter how much a vibrator runs, it's not a person doing everything in his power to please his giantess. Those thoughts alone would make me reflexively squeeze down below, but right then?
I clamped down like a predator on its prey, and to be completely honest, that's how I was feeling about my husband. Putting aside the physical stimulation (and I promise that wouldn't have been easy), the sense of power I felt over him was fantastic. My body was literally a landscape to him, and my cunt was cave that had swallowed him whole. It was unbelievably thrilling. It was divine.
I was divine.
And, of course, it was orgasmic. The shudders I felt were the strongest I'd ever had, but to the little man inside me, they were positively seismic. While both of us were having the best sex of our lives, Ted was also going through some of the most intense experiences anyone had ever had the fortune of going through.
Earthquakes. Avalanches. Floods. Insurers call things like them "acts of God". All caused by me.
They're really not acts of God, my little man tells me: they're acts of his Goddess.
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