The alarm clock went off and I quickly reached over to shut it off as not to wake my wife. I stretched, yawned and laid there for a few minutes to adjust my eyes to the morning twilight. I was getting up earlier than usual this morning as I needed to catch a flight out of town for a week long seminar I was attending. My boss thought it would be a good idea to take some sessions on some new applications being used by some of our clients. I looked over at my wife and noticed she hadn’t budged, she was still sleeping. I got up and quietly made my way around the bed to the bathroom and shut the door. After going through my normal morning bathroom routine, I realized that I forgot to take out any clothes for today and I would have to quietly make my way back into the bedroom and get my things.

I opened the bathroom door and light flooded into the bedroom. I was prepared to quickly shut the door as not to disturb her sleep but I saw that she was already making her way out of bed. She stretched and let out a big yawn as she stood up. I asked her why she was getting up so early this morning and she mumbled something back that she needed to get to work early herself to prepare for some meeting. I didn’t question her further as I had to keep moving if I was going to call a taxi and catch my flight. Since she was up, I hit the bedroom switch by me and turned on the light. On her way to the bathroom she stopped in front of me and gave me a quick kiss and wished me well on my trip. I was pleasantly startled as she gave me a nice tug on my penis and then continued on to the bathroom and shut the door. She knew I would probably be gone by the time she got ready.

With a smile on my face, I went back to the task of getting dressed as I heard my wife turn on the shower. I glanced at the clock by the bed and realized it was getting late and needed to get a move on. As I bent down by our large dresser to open one of the drawers, a wave of nausea hit me. I quickly stood up and became dizzy and disoriented. I started looking for something to grab to steady myself. I took one step back and fell back on the bed just behind me. I laid there looking up at the ceiling as my vision became blurred and fuzzy before passing out.

In that moment of being both asleep and awake, my eyes shot open wide and my heart pounded as I suddenly thought that I had missed my flight. I quickly sat up. I was frantic to see what time it was but couldn’t see the clock for some reason. How long have I been out? I then heard my wife still in the shower which calmed my anxiety a bit. I couldn’t have been out but a few minutes or so. As I looked around, I noticed there was a huge smooth mountain of white to my right and another huge ruffled mountain of white to my left. Both seemed very far off in the distant. The ground beneath me was pure white and ran in all directions. As I looked far past all the white in front of me, I noticed very a large brownish object. I was beginning to sense that something was not right.

I began to rub my eyes. Fear and terror started to overwhelm me as I slowly came to the realization that I was but a tiny speck in the vastness of our bedroom. I couldn’t have been more than a spot on the white sheet of our bed. I quickly came to the conclusion that the object off in the distance to the right was an enormous giant pillow and to the left was the top sheet crumpled and wrap over our top blanket. The large brownish object in front of me was our dresser that I was just at. It looked like the objects were miles away in all directions as was the edge of the bed. I couldn’t fathom how this happened and tried to get a hold of myself as I started shaking. This can’t be! Why and how did I become so tiny?

As I was trying to figure out what to do, I heard my wife turn off the shower. A thought flashed into my mind that I could try to get her attention to help me but that quickly faded as I recognized it would be a futile attempt at the size I was – she would never see or hear me. To make matters worse, I had packed my bags the night before and left them in the guest bedroom without her knowing so as not to wake her this morning. My office would have no reason to try and contact me and no one I know is expecting me at the seminar. I was certainly in a pickle - not one person including my wife would even give the slightest thought about me this week. This was not the one of the crash-course workshops I signed up for. I rattled my brains to try and comprehend the situation when the bathroom door opened. I froze in terror.

My wife entered the room wrapped in a towel still somewhat wet. As the site of her sheer size began to sink in, I began to panic even more. She was enormous to say the least. Even on the bed you could feel small tremors as she walked. Out of shear fright, I started flailing my arms and shouting - trying to get her attention. But just as I thought, it was useless. I just stood there motionless as I watched her go about what she was doing. She paused a moment and bellowed out my name and waited for a reply. When she heard nothing back she continued on. That was that - she thinks I left on my trip and she was all alone. I was now on my own to try and figure a way out of this mess. I had to calm down and think. I took a couple of deep breaths and my body slowly stopped shaking. I looked down on myself and realized I was still completely naked.

As she made her way to the dresser to the side of the bed that I was just at a bit earlier, she slid her towel off to the floor. I just couldn’t grasp the sheer size of my colossal naked wife. As she approached the dresser, her humongous breasts seemed to really bounce and jiggle with each step. To her, they probably just swayed a bit while walking but at my size they seem to rise and fall with amazing height slamming back against her body. My eyes traversed downward across her flat stomach, over her belly button and to her womanhood. I have to say that it was really impressive at my size. You could hardly make out her sex beneath the forest of hair that surrounded it. It amazed me how for out her pubic hair protruded from her body as she started to scratch it unknowingly with her long painted finger nails.

She turned toward the dresser and her magnificently round butt now filled my view. As she bent over for a moment to get something out of a drawer, she gave me an amazing shot of her pink vagina. I was in such awe seeing her huge pussy flaps from this perspective. I quickly snapped back into reality when I noticed that she was backing up and slowly descending on top of my world. She was about to sit on me. I resumed shaking and I ran in horror further towards the middle of the bed as fast as I could hoping I had enough time to escape the impending crash. I knew it would be a tremendous boom when her butt smashed into the bed and I didn’t want to be anywhere near it.

I made a last ditch effort and jumped for my life. Her butt just missed me and slammed into the bed. As I landed on my stomach, the bed gave way as she sank in and flung me straight up in the air at tremendous speed and height. In utter dismay, I now saw the bed rapidly approaching as she was just bending over. I landed near the top of the deep crater she made in the bed which sort of broke my descent as I continued to fall and slide down backwards on my stomach towards her ass. There was no way I was going to stop myself at this speed and I braced for impact.

I smacked directly into her body at the top edge of her butt crack just as she was starting to sit up again. For a brief instance I was being crushed until she started to rise from the bed. I cried out in terror as I saw the bed rapidly leaving me. I was stuck to my wife by the dampness of her body. I saw her butt cheeks close in on me and thought this was it and waited for the looming crush. I realized that I was still alive as her butt cheeks wiggled into place just too each side of me. That’s when I saw her white silk panties being pulled up and over me.

Her panties firmly pressed up against me as I squirmed trying to break free. Then out of nowhere, I was crushed into her body full force and rubbed. It let up as quickly as it came. I froze in place and waited. I realized that she probably thought that I was just an itch. Since I couldn’t bear that blow again and risk breaking my body, I decided to remain still. Pondering my situation, I could smell her panty odor. You would assume the odor would be pleasant from washing but it was pungent - like these panties have been used before. I couldn’t fathom how she would wear used panties. How long does she wear her panties before washing them? The smell was really starting to sink in when she decided to start walking and her panties stretched in and out, forcing them tight against my face with each step.

As she walked, her butt cheeks jostled me from side to side with each step. I felt her bend over as her panties stretched out in both directions and smushed me tight against her body and then quickly let up. I tried to take as few inhales of air as possible as the stench started to become unbearable. I figured she was back in the bathroom at this time. This time her panties really stretched out and pinned me tight. I could hardly breathe as I heard her rummaging through the lower cabinet for something. She must have squatted down. Finally the pressure let up as she stood again - I could breathe again as I took in more foul air and started gasping.

Out of nowhere and in the flash of on instance, I saw her thumbs enter and slide in behind her undies and push down. As I was pulled from her crevice by the rim of her panties, I tumbled down the silky fabric until I rested on my back head first part way down. She had pulled her panties down just below her butt and stopped. I couldn’t understand what she was doing as I laid there looking straight up at her flower as her panties were stretched out tightly between her legs. Her dangling pussy lips were huge from this vantage point and I couldn’t look away. What was she doing? I then heard some crinkling of paper being ripped and torn when it came to me what she was about to do.

I saw giant fingers enter over the front of her panties and come into my immediate space with what looked like a large white hundred story skyscraper – it was a tampon. All time slowed down to me. The tampon passed by and over me like a rocket slowly being rolled out to the launching pad. She pushed each pussy fold to the side with the applicator and swirled it around until she found her hole. I was right there front and center watching the whole ordeal. The massive tampon head was just now several yards above me. I was wincing quite a bit in anticipation of the applicator smashing into me.

For a brief instance, I could see up her dark ominous cave before she got set to push the applicator up and in. As she positioned the applicator upright for her lunge in, the back of one of her fingers came down hard on me. She bared down and stretched me out with her underwear even more. I was slowly being crushed. Finally, her hand eased off as she penetrated her vagina with the tampon. Once the applicator was about half way up inside her, I was completely freed and breathed a sigh of relief. She paused for a second to make sure she hit the right spot. Her massive index finger hovered just above me at the base of the tube. I could make out every detail of her nail paint job. When she was confident of her location, she swiftly thrust upwards on the tube and launched the tampon deep inside her.

When she decided the tampon was where it needed to be, she started to pull out the applicator slowly. The back of her finger rested down on me again. As she tilted the end of the applicator towards the front of her panties for exit, I was liberated once more. I watched in wonder as her vagina closed up around the string as the applicator was freed from her hole. I couldn’t believe how enormous the string was to me – it was many times larger than any rope I had ever seen. Without warning, the string fell free and slammed down on my body and knocked the wind out of me. Then I saw her giant fingers enter her panties once again. She was feeling around for the string as she was pinching blindly around in the air. She finally found it and pulled it forward along her canal lifting if off me. She brushed the string a couple of times along the route and patted it once at the end. Wow! What a rush. She didn’t even bend over and look down to see what she was doing…she was an expert at this indeed.

My world started to shift again. She lifted the rear of her panties forcing me to tumble forward to the white patch of her panties that would inevitably rest against her sex. I was now on my stomach facing forward staring directly at a soiled region of fabric. I didn’t have time to react to the stench. As I looked over my shoulder in shock and alarm, she pulled up the front of here panties and up I went right into the smack dab middle of her pussy flaps. I was slammed from outside her panties and smushed as she rubbed her crotch to make sure everything felt right. That last push engulfed me further between in her folds where I met her tampon string once again.

I was in full panic mode. I wriggled and struggled to break free and un-wedge myself – not giving any consideration of what that meant. This caused my wife to re-adjust herself as she took another swipe at her crotch and smushed me back in place. I couldn’t calm down. Just breathe I kept telling myself. This can’t be happening – it’s all a dream. I wriggled some more and this time my wife dug in with her nails and scratched. Holy crap that hurt! After a few seconds I started to calm down. I just froze in place. I had to make sure I didn’t move. I didn’t want to endure that pain again.

The air became heavy and stale making it hard to breathe. My mind drifted from one thought to another on how this was all going to end. In each scenario, the outcome wasn’t good. As I inhaled hard through my mouth, I couldn’t help but taste her inner pussy lips with each breath. The taste was sweet with a hint of body wash but very dry – there was very little moisture anywhere to be found. I was in complete darkness as any remaining light filtering in disappeared as her pussy lips closed in on me. The smell of her panties seeped in and that just made everything worse. I thought the smell was pungent before compared to this. I figured she must have been in her cycle for some time. That thought, along with the odor, got the better of me and I had to just let go and heave. What did it matter, you wouldn’t be able to distinguish between the different stenches anyway. I thought to myself how could things get any worse – I was jammed up in her pussy while having her period.

As she walked around the rest of the morning getting ready, I started to feel a bit of motion sickness as I was gently rocked and rubbed side to side with each step. I was trying to hold myself together but I just let it out again. She had no clue I was now part of her womanhood. I could only imagine her morning routine as she dried her hair, made coffee and put on makeup. By the way she jumbled around in place, I could tell she was getting dressed. She usually wore a nice button down blouse and a somewhat short skirt. As I felt one leg lift and then the other, I knew she was putting her feet into her black high heeled pumps. I could now hear each footstep on our wooden floor. She was ready to go.

From the position I was in, I could faintly hear the sound of keys rattling. She must be headed off to her car. I heard her open the door as her legs spread apart wide to enter. It was just enough to quickly breathe in what little putrid air hung around. It was really getting stuffy and very hot in here. She dropped on the seat with a mammoth loud thump as my world closed in tighter. As she adjusted herself and brought her legs back together, I heaved once more. I can’t believe she didn’t notice all the puke that was running down her channel. I heard the door slam shut and the car start. We were both on our way to her office.

My wife was motionless for the most part just sitting there and driving to work as she listened to whatever music she had on. After a while, I was becoming stiff and my body started to ache more than usual. I needed to move. I stretched as much as her vagina would let me and in an instant, she felt it and behaved on cue and re-adjusted herself. I felt her fingers smash me once again and begin to rub. I thought nothing of it since that’s what she seemed to do each time I moved and I was prepared for it. But this time she kept rubbing. Her pussy started to get moist and wet very quickly. Was she actually getting off while driving? She relaxed her pace and just kept rubbing her pussy slow and hard. Seems she was settled into just playing with it.

I was being squished, smushed and dragged all around the inside of her flaps and getting soaked. I again cried out in sheer fright of being crushed inside her pussy as she dug in and pushed me up against her clit. As she continued to pleasure herself, I couldn’t but help drink in some of that wetness. It was thick and tasted better than I thought – or it could have just been that I was so parched and dehydrated that I needed something to drink. I could hear her talking to herself about something about being horny. I really didn’t like where this was going – not while she was driving.

After a few minutes, she let up and I descended back down between her sopping wet lips. I composed myself as best I could. I was still cramped up between her flaps but this time I was now engulfed in all her wetness. I found it harder than ever to breathe but I managed somehow to find pockets of rancid air and stay alive. I heard her turn off the engine and proceed to get out of the car. She started walking again and I started swaying inside her vagina back and forth. By this time I got used to it. After several minutes I could hear her chatting with people and concluded we made it inside the building. Her motion stopped for a while and all I could hear was faint talk about work stuff among some of her coworkers. At this time her moisture began to dry up and I felt myself hard fast pinned to the inner walls of her folds. It was like being in cement as it cured and became hard - I couldn’t move at all. I couldn’t believe how fast her pussy dried out.

She starting walking again and in a few moments she stopped. I could feel the pressure coming up from below which meant she was sitting once again. Then the real pressure came when she crossed her legs. Her vagina squeezed in tight. Any tighter and I would surely pop. I had absolutely no room to move as my body started to truly ache. She remained very still and quiet as I pictured at her desk engrossed in whatever she was doing. It seemed like hours had passed as I must have dozed off or passed out from the lack of oxygen.

As she finally re-adjusted herself in her chair and changed legs that were crossed, I was shaken into consciousness and confusion once again. I woke up and started to break free from her harden slop and was able to move ever so slightly. Again she quickly took notice as she squeezed her crossed legs tighter together. Why doesn’t she just put me out of my misery? This time I could feel some moisture building up around me and could move a bit more to stretch. Was she getting aroused again? I felt such exhilaration and joy when she uncrossed her legs and swiftly stood up. It felt like a huge weight was lifted off me. I choked on all the air I could consume as my head spun and my body throbbed. We were on the move once again.

We must have been on a carpet floor as I could barely hear her heels striking the floor. After a few moments everything completely changed as I heard a door creak open and her heels clacking on tile. I heard some water rushing from a faucet and some light chatter when another door quickly open and shut. My imagination was running away with me as I quickly surmised where we were at. I dreaded this moment but I guess I knew all along it was inevitable.

My wife quickly pulled her panties down and started to bend over. I knew she was about to sit on a toilet and I knew the impact of her rotund ass against a hard surface would be tremendous. When she hit the seat, the collision easily hurled me out of my hidden place. I cried in terror as I was falling once again. Then something immediately and miraculously stopped my fall midway and my direction change. As I looked up I could barely see that my foot was tangled up in the strands of her tampon string and I was now swinging upside down like Tarzan. I swung back and forth for a few times until I gradually slowed to a standstill. I was hanging upside down just a short ways down her tampon string looking at the water below me. I immediately grabbed any string fibers I could find and hung on for dear life as a saw the rest of the string continue down into the depths of the bowl.

It took a bit to adjust my eyes to the dim light and I immediately noticed how much more easy it was to breathe. The air felt really great as I took it all in as fast as I could. As I look down above my head, I could see an ocean of water constrained by white walls on all sides. As I looked up below my feet, I could see daylight between my wife’s legs as she sat very still. Then I noticed that it was eerily quiet – too quiet. I knew that at any moment a river of urine was about to erupt and I braced myself as best I could. I had no idea how forceful it was going to come out and where it was going to go. I waited with much anxiety as my heart pounded out of my chest. The suspense was killing me.

Then I felt a slight tremor and it grew in size rapidly. She was about to blow. Her urine gushed forth streaking all over her bottom in different directions and crashing into me like a tidal wave. Her yellow fluid trickled down the string and engulf my entire body. I couldn’t but help swallow quite a bit as it poured over me. It was so disgusting I choked on it. The smell was so strong that I found more inside me to puke. She was killing me with her pee. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally took control of her flow as it streamed out hard like a firehose just feet from me to the waters below. I gagged out everything I could. I was coughing uncontrollably. Finally I was able to calmed down and re-focus. I was amazed how warm her pee was and just as amazed that I survived that blast. I now found myself completely drenched and boy did I reek.

The sound of her peeing was remarkably loud, almost deafening. It sounded as if I were standing right next to several Niagara Falls at once. As her warm pee hit the water, light steam started to loft up. The smell was awful to say the least but it didn’t matter now. All I could do was just hang there and watch. It seem to take an eternity for my wife to empty her bladder. Maybe she didn’t go to the bathroom when she got up. Her torrent flow finally subsided to a trickle and then completely stop. The quietness of it all was just was just as resounding. Was she finished? I couldn’t tell – she just sat there for a while. Just then I felt a huge tremor and realized she was not done. The second act was about to start. I watched in horror as her asshole puckered and then bulged outward and widen to extreme. I knew this was not going to be pretty.

I could feel her body tremble as she bared down. I could just make out the brown sludge that started to make its way out. Slowly her waste protruded out and started to form a log. I was so close that I could reach out and touch it. The log started to move a bit faster as her muscles constricted and pushed forth. The stench of her shit was intolerable and I had no problem puking once again. What the hell did she eat last night? The log grew monstrous in length as the weight of itself pulled more out. I was astonished at the sheer size of poop coming out of her. Where did she store it all?

Finally, the stretch of feces gave way as she squeezed her hole shut and pinched off the log. The crash below was extraordinarily loud like a bomb exploding. It heaved urine water up and all over the place drenching me once again and forcing me to swing violently on her string. I hadn’t realized that she was working immediately on another log as I slammed right into it and stuck. Her shit dragged down my whole body and face as I hung on the string for dear life before it released from her clutches. I was once again swinging as more sewage water hit me from below. Yep, it can get worse. I was now covered in waste, choking and puking. She sat there for a few minutes squeezing and relaxing her hole to ensure all was gone. I assumed she was finished and then waited for the next act to follow…the toilet paper wipe.

I was exceedingly tired and sore all over. I thought of just giving up but something in me just pushed on. I heard her unrolling the toilet paper and tearing a piece off. I knew what she was about to do but not from which direction. Was she going to wipe her gaping hole from the front or from behind? I hoped to hell that she would wipe from behind. I didn’t need to be dragged through paper and smeared anymore with her excrement - that would certainly be the last of me.

I felt her lean forward and watched her ass stretched to the sides allowing for easy access to her extremely filthy crater. Her enormous fingers enter from behind into the bowl pinching a wad of paper. She had no problem bumping me all over as she directed the paper to her ass. She dragged the paper backwards over her huge area. From my perspective, it sound like someone using sandpaper in slow motion as the grinding of rough toilet paper on body was immense. As the paper at the end of her fingers approached the opening, she dug in deep inside to wipe everything out. She twisted and folded over the paper and came back for more. As her hand left the bowl, she dropped the paper to the water below.

Unexpectedly, I was jolted upwards as I felt her lift up from the seat a bit and stop. I was now completely outside the bowl still hung upside down on her string. I looked down over my head at the disgusting mess she had just made. If it wasn’t so stomach-turning, I would have thought it looked incredible. I couldn’t believe how I ever survived that. Just then, I observed her fingers gripping more paper come back into view from the front. She was about to wipe her pussy. As she pushed in to the bottom of her canal, she pushed back on the string lifting me up. I was way to near to her butthole than I wanted to be as I noticed her anus reshape back and close up. She dug into her pussy lips and pulled the paper forward, wiping everything dry. The string gave way and I was yanked down as it stretched back into position by the weight of the wetness. I certainly would have fallen to my demise if I wasn’t holding on tightly. I saw the paper hit the water below. What next?

My wife unexpectedly crashed back down on the toilet seat nearly jolting me free from her tampon string once again. This time it was pitch black as her legs completely shut out any light. She sat there very quiet and didn’t move. The smell was rancid – when will my hell end? I had no idea what she was doing or what she was about to do. I started to get light-headed hanging upside down all this while. All this blood rushing to my head couldn’t be good so I decided to try and right my position on the string. It was a difficult task and it took me several attempts to pull my body up and over my feet since I couldn’t wrap my hands around this rope. I finally managed by grabbing whatever twines stuck out from the string and pulling myself up inch by inch. My foot was still entwined in the rope fibers and I let it be for the time being. My mind started to imagine horrible things again. Was she preparing to change her tampon? That’s the only thing I could think of unless she was just sitting quietly taking a break from everyone – I know I do that sometimes.

Finally my wife’s legs parted and light streamed in once again as she pushed her body further back on the seat. Fear crept back over me as I awaited my next fate. I knew I was about to see her massive fingers enter into my area once again and search for the string. My heart raced as I couldn’t think of how to escape this dilemma. The only thing I could think of was to free myself from the string and plunge into the depths below. But why would I want to do that? What would that solve? If she did pull out her tampon, she would just let it drop into the mess below. So if she just let it go after she pulled it out, I would be in the same situation anyway. All I knew is that I didn’t want to be down there in that sewage with everything she just let out – aside from the thought of being flushed.

As my mind was flying off in every direction, I saw her enormous fingers enter right towards me once again as expected. But this time her fingers were not positioned to grip on to the string. They were side by side and slightly cupped and stopped short of me. Was she going to do what I think she is about to do? In a flash of a second, she had her fingers resting on her vagina. She slowly started pushing them towards me and then away. Then towards me and then back away. She was rubbing her clit! Obviously it didn’t matter she was on her period – horny is horny I guess. I then felt her body rock a bit with the motion. As she pushed down and towards me, her body would slightly lift and pull forward. As she pulled away, her body shifted back. The ever so slight body movement caused me to sway gently opposite her motion. Her horniness finally got the better of her. I couldn’t but help think that was my fault in some small way. (No pun intended J)

As she took longer strides up and down her pussy, her finger nails came right at me. Her middle finger was now pushing on the string with each plunge down. She didn’t even notice or care. She pushed on the string so much it lifted me up and down as she stretched it backwards. I would eventually find myself being smushed on the underside of her long nail being dragged as the line became taut between her finger and pussy. Now with each pass, I was being scooped up, slammed into her nail bed, and then released. After a few rubs I could tell she was once again extremely wet as the string and I became drenched.

At this time I could hear her faintly moan. I could tell she was trying to be a quiet as she could – I would think she didn’t want to be caught. As she took one deep plunge down, her nail dug in deeper and ripped me from the string. I was no longer a slave to her tampon. Suddenly everything came to an abrupt halt as she froze her hand in place just below her vagina. I could clearly hear another woman enter the bathroom and take up residence in one of the stalls – that’s why she stopped. I then heard my wife whisper ever so softly, “Damn”. She waited very still for a while as I hardened in her goo on the underside of her middle finger nail. She decided to give up as my world shifted once again – and shifted fast at that.

I was pulled up and out by her hand into complete light. The movement of her hand created such g-force that I almost blacked out. I saw her body shift to stand as I plunged downward with her hand. I could see her massive pussy once again come into view underneath all that hair as the tampon string quickly approached. She grabbed it and pinched it between her thumb and the finger I was on. She pulled the string taut and quickly wrapped the string around her finger – again the finger I was stuck on, swirling me around like an amusement ride. Her thumb then joined back in and pinched the string just below me. She was about to pull her tampon out.

I could easily see the string making its way out of her pussy folds as she pulled tight. Her lips spread and her glorious cavern came into view and slowly opened wide. I now saw the bulge at the end of the string appear. She pulled ever so gently as the mass that was lodged in her was about to be released. Then it just plopped out and quickly vanished from sight as the string stretch over me and her nail. Her walls closed in quickly. She swiftly pointed her hand down and I could see the clump of her repulsive mess dangling just below - it did indeed need to be changed. It was gross. She swung her body around and positioned her hand over the bowl. I watched in fixation as she let the string unwind from her finger as it dropped into the toilet.

Her hand started to move at a rapid pace again. This time upwards as I could see her purse hanging on the back of the stall door that I was headed to. The purse handles quickly approached as I knew what she was going to do next. She was going to grab another fresh tampon. She seized her purse enveloping me in complete darkness as she clenched the handles. Just as quickly, her hand opened as she switched her purse to the other hand. The opening of the purse fast approached. The force of her hand movement was beginning to be excruciating. I don’t know how much longer I could take it. If something didn’t happen soon I was going to completely black out and it would all be over.

As I sank into the darkness of her purse, her hand was moving around and grabbing anything and everything. She then jammed her nail down on something hard and I was jolted loose. As she was pulling up with her treasure, I glided down the inside of the bag. I came to an abrupt stop as I slid right off a fold in her purse and landed in some object just below. I felt the purse moving again as everything shook and then come to a complete stop. I could only guess that she found her tampon and hung the purse back up on the hook. I knew it wouldn’t be long before we were on the move again.

As I stood up in the object I was in, I could feel that I was sort of wedged in between the floor and some wall but not quite stuck. It was very awkward to stand and keep balance without leaning on the wall. I could tell that the ground greatly inclined in front of me. As I felt the wall and knocked on it, it seem to be very hard and smooth. I started to feel around the wall and came to the conclusion that it was curved. By the way the wall was curved, I reasoned that I fell into some cylinder that was standing upright. I could not reach the top of the wall or even tell where it was in all this darkness. As I touched the ground, it was a bit sticky and it smelled funny. I could swear it smelled of cherry or something close. All of a sudden I was jostled and flung around in my new home as I heard a toilet flush. My wife had finished her business and grabbed her bag. We were on the move again.

It was a short lived move as her purse crashed down on something hard and I tumbled on my back where I stood. I then heard a faucet turn on and water running. She must me washing her hands. I was sure glad I wasn’t part of that action anymore - I hope she washes well after that last escapade. The water stopped abruptly and I heard the crinkling of paper – she was drying her hands. Before I knew it, her purse swung violently around knocking me off me feet again. Light quickly emerged as the purse opened. I hurriedly looked around and I suddenly saw what I was trapped in. It was her lipstick!

I looked up and saw her giant face come into view as her colossal hand entered the purse. It looked like her fingers were headed straight for me. I closed my eyes in anticipation. After a few moments, I realized that she went for something else. I saw her hand leave with some white flat object and her face disappear. I really didn’t have a clue what she grabbed, probably some makeup I thought. I started to look around in great panic on how to escape this metal confinement but the walls were to smooth and high to climb out. This was not a good spot to be in as I wondered why there was no cap on her lipstick in the first place.

Again I was thrown to my feet when she dropped whatever object back into the bag, bumping my container side to side as it hit. I gave my head a few shakes and looked back up. I saw her huge blue eyes appear once more above above the purse rim as her long fingers stretched back down in to the bag. There was no mistake this time as to what she wanted. I became white as a ghost in a state of sheer horror and fright. I started yelling and screaming as I waved my arms madly to get her attention. She grabbed the cylinder and hoisted it up. She had no idea that I was in it.

I was flung to the ground hard on my back with the upward force. I tried to move but found myself stuck to tackiness of the used lipstick. I violently flailed as much as I could when I felt the container start to shutter. In total distress, I saw the walls slowly begin to rotate. The floor was turning and moving up. I cried louder and louder, screaming to no avail. Then everything paused for a brief moment. Maybe she heard me this time. Nope, the floor started to turn and rise once again. I could see the top egde of the container advancing fast.

I was being pushed up and out into the great wide open. This can’t be happening! As I popped up out of my prison into daylight, there they were in full sight - her giant enormous full lips. She didn’t even look down. I yelled and scream more. My body was shaking hysterically. Then the movement abruptly stopped. I was poised just feet from her crusted lips. What was she waiting for? She leaned in towards the mirror and that was it.

Her bottom lip came directly at me. I hit with such force that it once knocked the living daylights out of me again. She dragged me across her lip as I was pressed into the lipstick hard. Just as quickly, she dragged me back the other way. I was in full utter pain and discomfort. She pulled the lipstick away and I could tell that I was now embedded further into the red muck of the stick. All I could do was lay there and take the walloping as she lightly wiped her finger underneath her lower lip. I was just able to catch my breath for an instant when she decided to resume her lip painting.

I saw her upper lip fly in fast and smash into me. I should have broken some bones in that hit but I was too weak to notice or care. As she smeared me across her upper lip, I broke free and was now being rolled between the lipstick and her lip. The lipstick left my body when she switched directions. I was stuck upright on my back to her lip. In a flash of an instance, the lipstick was coming back. I closed my eyes and braced for impact. It smushed me hard again into her lip and then quickly pulled off. I couldn’t budge, not even turn my head. I was now fastened to her upper lip. Just when I thought all was done, I saw her bottom lip approach as her lips curled in and I bent over forward. She smashed her lips together and rubbed. That was excruciating as hell.

When her lips finally parted, she took one last close look in the mirror. She didn’t even see me – she couldn’t see me. As I looked in the mirror with her, I understood why. You couldn’t make me out with all that lipstick caked over me. It felt like I was puttied and spackled to a wall and left there to dry. I was fortunate that I could open my eyes and breathe through my mouth. I was now part of her upper lip and she had no clue. My new journey was about to begin.

As I tried to comprehend my new situation, I noticed that I could partially see her bottom lip as I was slightly leaning over from the way her lip was curved. I’m sure glad my wife has full pouty lips otherwise things could have been much worse. I could also see beyond her bottom lip to her immense chest and cleavage below. I could see straight down her blouse as she tilted her head slightly down. That cheered me up if only for a moment. I also noticed that everywhere she looked I now looked. I don’t know if that is good or bad. This was surely going to be an experience indeed.

My wife swung her head and we were now looking directly down into her purse. She was fumbling her hand around inside until she found the cap to the lipstick. I watched as she capped it and dropped it back into her bag. She hoisted her purse up and over her shoulder and we were traveling once again. This time I could see everything she was doing and where we were going.

As we left the bathroom, it appeared we were heading back to her desk. I could see cubicles and people passing by. I was totally unprepared and caught off guard for what happened next. She spoke out and said hello to one of her coworkers. It was loud and it rumbled as if yelling inside a tunnel or cave. If it wasn’t for all the lipstick encrusted around and in my ears, they probably would have popped. I was also caught by surprise when she gave her lips a quick lap with her tongue to moisten them. Her tongue woud dart out below me like a giant octopus tentacle and slap me. I couldn’t but help taste it each time she slid it over me. Her tongue was very abrasive and if it weren’t for the overwhelming wetness and my new coat of red armor, it would have been unbearable.

The morning went by uninterrupted. My wife just stared at her computer quietly working. She was working on some documents from what I could make out. I just hung there watching all this boredom and in complete dismay. Why was this happening to me? Sometimes I would just zone out but the occasional lip wipe with her tongue smacked me back to reality. As many times as I’ve tried, I couldn’t budge one inch. She could never feel I was something on her lip that shouldn’t be there. I started to doze off when a voice came in from behind us. My wife turned her head immediately around and we were now looking up at her friend Joan.

Given her quietness throughout the morning, I had to get reacquainted with the intensity of her voice as she spoke out in many words this time. Even though she had a soft voice, it was still very overpowering. I heard Joan say that the meeting was cancelled this afternoon and then asked if she wanted to get something to eat. My wife bellowed back in agreement as she got up and started to collect her things. As they walked out together, they chatted about trivial stuff. The pace of her mouth as she spoke was insufferable. Being tossed up and down and squished as she spoke words made me really nauseous. I just couldn’t puke out anything anymore. When she smiled, it stretched me out to the point where I felt my body could just have split – the lipstick wouldn’t give…she really put it on thick. Each time I felt myself about to pass out, she would laugh and giggle out loud and bring me back to life. And there was always the occasional tongue lashing as usual.

We all made it to the cafeteria just around the corner from my wife’s office. I saw my wife pick up a pre-made salad and grab a bottle of water. It was then that this great wave of fear and anxiety swept over me as a moment of nirvana took hold. It was the process of her eating. I knew this activity was going to really hurt me in more ways than I could ever imagine and there was nothing I could do about any of it. My heart was already pounding out of my chest as my breathing really picked up in panic. I kept thinking about it over and over. I swear I should have had a heart attack by now. My mind started to race around with vivid images of being smashed by food and flooded by liquid. What happens if I become dislodged? What’s it liked to be chewed and ground-up? Will I be swallowed? Will I just fall to my death? The list of images seemed endless and none of them had a good outcome.

As my wife and Joan sat down at a table, I knew the act of eating was about to begin very very soon. She spoke some more while getting her food and drink ready. I didn’t pay attention or even realize the loudness of her words anymore as I was overwhelmed in fear of what was about to happen. My next thought was - Would it be food or drink first? As soon as I envisioned either doom, I saw her reach for her drink and remove the cap. This was happening way to fast but time stood still and everything was passing in slow motion again.

I saw the bottle approach as the opening became larger and larger, heading right towards me. My wife’s lips puckered in anticipation of the bottle to her mouth. As she did, I was slightly squished and pushed outwards as if to meet the incoming object with jubilation. I couldn’t believe the size of the container opening that was about to engulf me. I knew the water would hit me like a huge ocean wave as I prepared as best I could for the blow. This was also going to be very unpleasant and painful.

The bottle opening made it to her bottom lip where it rested. I was looking straight down into the abyss. As she titled the bottle up, the water started rising and heading right at me. You could see it swirl as it rose and poured forward. I closed my eyes and held my breath for the upcoming collision. It happened fast. It was like a ton of bricks had just hit me. It quickly turned into a gushing river flowing over me and into my wife’s mouth. As she gulped and swallowed, it would cause small tsunamis ripples in the water that crashed over and over into me. Even through the layers of lipstick, I could feel how really cold it was. I couldn’t but help take in some of that water for myself – I needed it bad.

The bottle pulled away as she squeezed her lips together crushing me for a split second. The throbbing pain was so great I developed an unbelievable headache. My body needed to shiver from the coldness of it all but all I could get out was a slight tremble inside this casing to try and warm up. She spoke some more as I saw her fork jab pieces of her salad. She jabbed over and over to get the right amount – it was sickening and frightening at the same time. Then I saw this huge jumbled wad of food headed my way.

She paused the fork just in front of me as she continued to talk to Joan. I just stared at that gooey mess of a glob pointing directly at me. It was massive as she swayed her fork back and forth and bobbed her head around. I was terrified out of my mind. I could see a barrage of lettuce and other crap just hanging out there, teasing me and honing in on me. This was not going to be pleasant. I could already feel the hurt coming. And then bam! It hit me hard as the outlying food on her fork scraped over me as she stuff all of it in her mouth. As she pulled the fork out of her mouth, she clamped down hard and I was pinned against one of the prongs. It was a fast pull out from her mouth that should have cut me to ribbons. Thanks once again for the reinforced protective covering that caked my whole body. My body ached in pain one more.

Then the chewing began. I could hear every crunch in detail as her bottom lip squeezed down on me tightly with each chomp. When she swallowed, her gulps stunned me. Her tongue yet again made its presence to clean up anything left over as she smeared me over and over. As she munched, I could make out her fork in the distance preparing for another run.

I had passed out from time to time as the beating was tremendous. I wondered how my body could endure such torture. Time really passed slowly as she spoke, drank and shoved more food in. I was giving up on life, being drowned and body slammed over and over and all the while squished by her lips everywhich way possible. I would just be a lump of lipstick on her lip to be later wiped off with a tissue and tossed away.

When will this end? I really had no will left to keep going but somehow I couldn’t let myself just croak. I was extremely chewed up and worn out. I couldn’t feel anything anymore and had to shut my eyes. I closed my eyes just too quickly open them again to see a huge white mass headed my way. It was a napkin. She was about to wipe her mouth. Oh god help me I whispered and sighed out in agony. This was it for me.

I thought I was going to be in for the slam of my life as I somewhat winced when the napkin made contact. It didn’t seem as bad of a whack as I thought is was going to be but it didn’t matter anymore. As big as it was, I anticipated being flatten like a pancake but she just dabbed the napkin against her mouth ever so softly just patting it against me as if to somewhat comfort me in any remaining life I had. I just closed my eyes and let it happen. I could only imagine she didn’t want to smear her lipstick all over.

I endured this ritual over and over for the better part of her lunch constantly being pounded with her food and water. I knew I had to get off her lip somehow but I lost all will in even thinking about it. When the eating and drinking finally ceased, they chatted for a bit as I just let myself drift away and ignore everything around me. I was done in from the thrashing. I was absolutely exhausted and drifted off from the sheer agony of it all.

I opened my eyes slowly in bewilderment as sudden silence interrupted my slumber. It took me several moments to regain and grasp my situation still in progress. My wife grabbed her purse from behind and dropped it on the table with a thud. I was now awake and quickly snapped back to reality. It looked like she was just getting her stuff in order to get up and leave. I was just fine with that. But, I was so wrong.

She quickly opened it up and I could clearly see down inside - she was looking for something. There it was - that dreaded lipstick. She grabbed it and pulled the top off and twisted it in one fell swoop. It smashed against her lower lip as she gave it a quick smear. It came again in full force, smack right into me, grinding into me. The pain shot right through my entire body. That slam was merciless as she coated me once again. She capped it and dropped it in her bag just as quick as she instinctively smacked her lips. Why am I being punished like this?

When I awoke from that last knockout punch from her lipstick, I could see we were just getting back to her cubicle. My wife quickly asked Joan if she wanted to hang out tonight since I was away. I saw Joan smile and giggle before she said yes. She also would bring over a bottle of wine. For the rest of the afternoon I would wonder what that was all about. As my wife turned back to her computer, I let all of my being go and just slept the rest of the afternoon to the ever so soft sighs of her breaths. I need the rest really bad and I wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

After a long day at work, my wife and I arrived home. The afternoon at work was really uneventful which I was really grateful for. She headed to the bedroom and threw her purse on the bed and kicked of her heels. She started rummaging through the closet looking through some clothes for the evening. I knew Joan was coming over to hang and it would probably turn out to be a gab fest over some glasses of wine as usual. The constant chatter of my wife could finally do me in. She picked out a nice one piece slip-on dress. Not sure why she was getting so dolled up. Out of nowhere she started humming as she moved about the bedroom. That was annoying to say the least as her lips were vibrating uncontrollably. It was starting to give me such a headache with that reverberating noise. She laid her outfit on the bed and proceeded to get undressed.

She unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders to the bed. I was certainly awake now for this! I could see her breasts now budging out of her tight white laced bra – what a site indeed. She reached behind her back and unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She then scooted her panties down and let them drop in place. I could only imagine what she was going to do next. As much as I’ve seen her naked over the years, it always amazed me to look upon her – especially now that she doesn’t know I am here watching her every move.

She reached behind her back and fumbled around for a second until she unhitched her bra. She was looking down as she slightly bent over to let the straps slide off her shoulders. Her mounds were released from capture as her bra fell off her boobs. From this angle I could see her nipples bluntly protrude out – they looked huge to me. As she walked, I just watched them jiggle to and fro…up and down. I will never get tired of that. It was just then I noticed she was headed into the bathroom. To my shock, she went for the shower. She reach in and turned the faucet on. What the f’in hell! Can’t I catch a break! Was I to be washed down the drain never to be heard from again? All I could think is that this could not be happening to me again. If I could freeze in one place I would have – but wait, I already was.

As the shower ran, she turned around and plopped her face directly into the mirror really close. I mean really close. I could actually make myself out if I squinted really hard. She was stretching her face with her hands looking and feeling for something – probably any blemishes she had. I still couldn’t believe she couldn’t see or feel me. Then she backed up and started looking at her body. I also looked with pleasure. It was mesmerizing to see how she checks herself out. For a moment, I forgot all about the impending shower wash. She turned sideways and lifted herself up on her toes and checked out her butt. Then in delight, she lifted her breasts up and squeezed them forward and let go. I was certainly getting turned on.

She bent her head and body down far over this time as she buckled her legs and reached down in between. I couldn’t see exactly what she was doing but I knew. She was pulling out her tampon. It took her a few seconds but she managed to pull it out and dangle it right in front of us for inspection. It seemed to be clean this time. Maybe she is now finished with her period. She scuttled over to the toilet and pulled off some toilet paper. She wrapped up her tampon in it and threw it in the trash bucket right there.

I saw she was looking at the toilet bowl. Was she going to use it? Yep, she lifted the cover and plopped right down on it. I was glad not to be part of that again. She just sat there in quiet as I finally heard her trickle into the bowl below. As she was peeing, she bit down for some reason on her lower lip. That came out of nowhere as I saw her teeth pierce her lip just below me. She must be daydreaming about something. She quickly let go and let out a giggle as she ended her pee and wiped. If it weren’t for all the pain and anguish, I could get used to this voyeurism.

She quickly hopped in the shower and all my worries suddenly came back. I was going to be pummeled by giant water drops and washed off. With everything else that has happened to me, why not. She moved up to the shower monsoon and let it fall against her breasts as she looked up. I could actually hear the water slamming against her body. It was shear pandemonium. My fear started to subside as it looked like she was only going to wash her body. She backed up and reached for her body shampoo. I could see her squeeze some out into her hand and put the bottle back in place. As she looked down, I got a great view of her rubbing her body with soap down her chest and all over. I was in pure heaven just watching her as she twisted her head around to look over each portion of her body. She gave me quite a tour to be sure.

She bent over to soap up each leg being careful not to get her face and hair wet. Once soaped up, she again moved into the gushing water just enough to start rinsing off her body. I was relieved finally not to be in the way of any looming disaster. Maybe there is some hope. She looked up again, which cut off my view of her gorgeous body, as she used her hands to rid herself of soap with the water flow. Then just as quick as she jumped into the shower, she was ready to get out. It was a short show, but a great show at that. I would pay a premium price for that movie again.

She shut the water off and grabbed a towel and patted herself down. Again, as she bent over, I could see her breast dangling freely and rocking. If I ever get back to normal, I am going to take better notice of her. She wrapped a towel around her body as she once again looked in the mirror. She was holding onto the towel with one hand at her breasts while the other one started fluffing her hair. She had stunning blonde hair that fell down over her shoulders.

She abruptly stopped and reached across the counter for a bag of some sort. She unzipped it and I could see all sorts of makeup garbage as she peered in. Earlier thoughts came racing back into my mind. I could see her hand fumble around and pull out some bottle. She shook it in front of us and twisted the cap off. She poured some out on her middle finger and proceeded to rub her face and forehead. It appears she is touching up her foundation as she stretched her face upwards towards the mirror. Her titanic fingers whizzed pass me in a frenzy. She poured out several small batches and applied until she was satisfied and put the bottle back in the bag.

Once again she reached into the bag and pulled out a really long thin black container. It was her mascara. Grasping the container, she plunged the mascara wand in and out several times. She leaned in close to the makeup mirror hanging just off the wall as she brushed her eye lashes. She would repeat this again several times until her eye lashes were think and black. I could definitely make myself out now on her lip as the mirror magnified everything. Boy was I tiny indeed.

I could see all the cracks in her pasted on faded lipstick that surrounded me. As I looked up in the mirror, I could see every detail of her blue eyes and the thick black clumps of mascara that took hold of her lashes. It was amazing what women do to look pretty. If she would only look down at her lips there could have been a chance of her noticing me but she had no interest. She had other things on her mind.

The only thing left was to put on more lipstick. I prayed really hard she would overlook that part of the routine but it was not meant to be. She walked back out into the bedroom and grabbed her purse. That only meant one thing. You would think I would be used to this by now but the horror and the agony of the impending slam overwhelmed my senses once again. I knew now how this was going to feel which didn’t make things any better. She made her way back to the bathroom and dropped her purse on the counter as she quickly opened it and searched once again for my archenemy.

I saw the lipstick rise from the container once more just in front of me as she twisted it. Maybe she would see me this time in her makeup mirror. This was it. She was going for the makeup mirror – she was going to see me! She grabbed the mirror and then pushed it away as she leaned into the regular bathroom mirror. “Damn!” I yelled as she plunged the stick right into me and smeared. How much damn lipstick could one woman put on! I don’t know how much more wind I have in me to be knocked out.

Finally done freshening up her makeup, she dropped her towel to the floor and walked into the bedroom. I could see both my best friends just below doing their jobs of jiggling. She grabbed her lace bra and put in on sort of backwards so she could clasp it together as I looked down with her. She whisked it around her body and pulled the cups over her tits and the straps up and over her shoulders.

She pulled up each boob up in the cup to position them comfortably as they overflowed out. She was now looking down at her panties on the floor just at her feet. She put one legs sort of in the hole and bent over to grasp them as she put the other leg in. Before you knew it, she had them pulled up and snug against her womanhood.

Then she picked up her dress from the bed and held it out in front of her so we could both get a good look at it. It was very sexy. Why does she need to look so good tonight? Was I missing something? Was somebody else coming over I didn’t know about? She unzipped the back just a bit and stepped into it, pulling it up as she wriggled her arms though the openings. She was able to stretch her arm over her back to zip up – that was some move. She went back into the bathroom and looked at herself one last time. The dress was very snug and sculpted her body very nicely. It also showed much cleavage as her boobs were popping out. I was quite proud of her.

She grabbed her purse and made her way through the kitchen where she opened the sliding glass doors and stepped out onto the patio. She seemed a bit anxious and nervous, not sure why. She put her purse down on the table and started rummaging through it to find something. As she pulled out what she looking for, I was a bit more than surprised. She pulled out a pack of cigarettes. I’ve never ever seen her smoke in the time that I have known her. She slid out one cigarette quickly right between her index and middle finger. Before I had anytime to contemplate what was actually happening, the cigarette was flying in right at me.

I saw the butt approaching fast. Again, all time slowed. I could clearly see the cigarette enter her lips just below me. I felt her lips pucker. She pushed it in a bit and I knew what was coming next. I headed right for it as she lowered her top lip to grasp it. I was now pinned and pinned tightly. The pain was once more unbearable. Still, in all my agony, I could just tell she was looking for her lighter. This was not going to be good…not good at all. I felt her pushing me into the cigarette more, crushing me. She was about to light it.

As she inhaled to light the cigarette, I was being pulverized until she quickly pulled it out and exhaled. The smoke billowing past me came out of her mouth as if I were in hurricane force winds holding on for dear life. All I could do is close my eyes and let out loud painful coughs of disgust. As the smoke cleared, I could look up and out in a daze to see that she had the cigarette between her fingers with her thumb and huge nail in front of the butt end just in front of me. She had crossed her one arm around her waist while the other was perched in it at the elbow for support. All I could do is just stare right at it and wait for the next pounding.

She flicked the cigarette with her thumb…here it comes again. This time the butt end caught me and ripped against me as she slid it back into her mouth. She clamped down hard and inhaled. I can’t believe my body could take this kind of beating. Thank god the butt had some give in it as I was being smushed out of life. The smell of the cigarette in my face was putrid, but that didn’t matter now. As she pulled the butt out of her mouth this time, it dragged against me like sandpaper. I could tell my position on her lip was weakening. I closed my eyes and waited for the storm. She puckered her lips again to vent her nervousness and calm down. It was pure torture for me.

I was really scared shitless. I felt myself beginning to break free as all that smoke passed by again. I could feel my body partially dangling from her lip now. I had no time to react as she went for another puff. I could see the end of the butt now completely covered in red from her lipstick. Bam! Right in and smushed down. As she pulled out the cigarette from her mouth this time, I went with it. I was completely free of her lip only to be hitched to her cigarette by the clumps of pasty lipstick. I was now stomach down, puttied on the butt of her cigarette.

Joan came out onto the patio behind her, startling my wife. She swung around quickly and I could turn my head just enough to see Joan just standing there as my wife hung the cigarette just in front of her breasts. Joan looked amazing. I tried in vain to move and peel myself off…it was no use. Her lipstick was like super glue. I heard my wife say hello and something about wait here while she gets some wine glasses. Joan said something back about how she hoped that my wife didn’t mind her barging in. Then my wife did something totally unexpected (totally unexpected by me) and handed her cigarette off to Joan. They are closer friends than I thought. I was being passed off from my wife to her best friend. It didn’t take a genius to know what was to happen next.

Now Joan held the cigarette just in front of her mouth between her fingers while she said something back to my wife. I didn’t catch what it was since I was now freaking out, awaiting my fate of Joan’s mouth. I saw her lips part and pucker as I drew nearer and nearer. Bam! Again. Squeezed down and flattened like a pancake again. She squeezed tighter than my wife did. It was killing me as she inhaled. As her lips separated, I was pulled from the cigarette by her lipstick. I screamed in terror as the cigarette left me. How could everything go so wrong? I was now part of Joan’s upper lip frozen. Her lipstick must have really been caked on to pull on me like that. What are the odds I would now end up on someone else’s lip? But why not…it’s my lot in life I guess.

My wife came back out with the wine glasses and opener. While she was opening the bottle, Joan excused herself to the bathroom. Joan’s voice had a somewhat higher pitch which pierced through my ears as she spoke. How could she not notice me on her lip? Surely she could feel something not right. I guess Joan had to pee. I prayed that I wouldn’t become part of her mess as I could feel that I wasn’t lodged quite as tight on her lip as I was my wife’s.

She entered the bathroom, turned on the light and closed the door. She leaned over into the mirror to check out her face just like my wife did. I heard her whisper to herself how she thought my wife looked really good. What up with that? She let her purse fall off her shoulder and on to the counter. She was getting ready to pee. At least that’s what I thought. She swung her small purse around and unzipped it. Good god, not again! She took out her compact and powdered her face. She powdered it quite a bit as her hand raced by again and again, swiping her face every which way.

I just knew in my gut that I was going to take a hammering again with her worried about her makeup like this. I was waiting for it. I knew it had to come. Her head swung down to look back into her purse as she grabbed a long black cylinder object. It sort of looked like my wife’s mascara container but not as long. She twisted of the top and I saw a small pad on the end of a stick covered in pink. It was lipstick! But this lipstick was brush on.

I saw the wad of pink goo headed right towards me. She smeared the gunk across her lower lip back and forth and then dipped the wand back into the container for more. This next application would be meant for me. I waited. And here it came. She started on the opposite side of her mouth as she swiped her lip towards me. It passed over me covering me in one fell swoop in pink plaster. Then it quickly passed over me again back to the other side.

I didn’t hurt as much this time since I wasn’t smashed. It rolled over me like a large wet paint roller pasting me in place. I exhaled really hard to clear a path to breathe…that’s about all I could do before the lipstick set in pretty fast. She leaned back into the mirror once again really close and I could barely see the spot I was in all covered in pink. She smacked her lips together and mushed them. Again, that hurt as hell – mashing me into her lower lip and smearing me. Someone clearly wanted to punish me. If this wasn’t such a dire situation I would be laughing hysterically about all this – covered in pee, shit, red lipstick, and now pink lipstick. I could tell this was never going to end.

Joan and I made our way back to the patio when we saw my wife in the living room sitting on the sofa with two glasses of wine on the table in front of her. She quickly halted and scooted around a chair and plopped herself on the sofa next to my wife. Joan reached over and grabbed the glass in front of her. I was once again awaiting the drink. I remember lunch vividly as if it just happened mere moments ago. No sooner than I thought that, a glass was in view bearing my way.

I am not much of a wine drinker but tonight I had no choice. She rested the glass on her bottom lip and started to raise it. This time everything was different. It was a very slow raise as the wine started heading my way. The wine flowed smoothly into her mouth as she took a big sip. I didn’t even get wet or get a taste. It was then her tongue slurped me as she pulled the glass away. I did get a taste after all. The taste of wine and lipstick – what a combination.

Joan started to chat on and on about people at work while my wife gladly chirped in with her thoughts. The laughing was insane like nails on a chalkboard as my body shuddered. Joan had an awful laugh as she would bring her hand up to her mouth to cover her smile. This went on and on for quite a while as I became foggy and bewildered. I would passed out from extreme torment only to be shaken awake by her tongue and lip smacking and that dreadful sip of wine. As time went by, her sips became more of gulps and I was now being smashed and drenched in wine. I was starting to lose some of my senses which probably was a good thing.

It was then Joan started to ask about me and my wife and how we were getting along in our marriage. That certainly caught my attention and I perked up to listen in - although I could clearly hear every word from both of them. They seemed exceptionally close to each other now as they talked. Joan was even touching my wife’s leg now and then. Something strange indeed was going on but I let it go as girl to girl gestures. My wife happily replied we were doing great. Joan asked about our sex lives. Boy she holds nothing back…obviously the wine was taking control of both of them.

My wife again happily replied it was great. I felt relieved. Then came that big “But” word. “But I wouldn’t mind a little more excitement and adventure” as she smile devilishly back at Joan and I. That’s when I saw my wife put her hand on Joan’s leg. This can’t be happening what I think is happening. Joan and I took another gulp of wine, which I needed, as I felt her lips widen from ear to ear with her own grin as she put her hand on my wife’s hand. I had no idea my wife felt that way and I couldn’t do anything now to tell her. All I could do is watch this night unfold into something bizarre.