Nina came out of the bathroom looking as fabulous as ever. The diminutive woman, with her exotic Filipina features, always looked great, but when she put her mind to it, she could make any man stop in his tracks. Well aware of the power her enticing form possessed, Nina had learned long ago how to use it and get exactly what she wanted. Sometimes those desires could be quite extravagant, or on other occasions, they could be as simple as wanting an ego stroking compliment.

Waltzing up to me, Nina stopped to do a quick flourish, and then asked, “So? What do you think?”

I took in her glittery pink backless top and how it clung to her perky chest, before moving down to her exquisite bottom. A pair of tight black pants stretched around her cute behind and shapely legs, before ending half way down her calves. The light brown skin of her exposed lower legs and feet were capped off with a pair of thick soled sandals.

Finding myself momentarily speechless, Nina decided to speak for me. “I guess you like what you see then?”, she said with a proud little smile.

“Yeah, you look amazing.”, I agreed, after recovering.

The coy little grin still on her face, my wife pressed in against me and stretched up for a little smooch. Bending down to meet her, I eagerly returned her kiss. There was so much to Nina, but it was times like this, when our lips met, that I really found myself under her spell. With her soft lips and passionate energy, nobody could kiss on a level quite like my wife. It was an experience that usually left me in an almost euphoric state, and one that I always hated to end.

After we gradually untangled our tongues and lips, Nina tried to take advantage of my still spinning head.

“So, tell me...how small do want to be tonight?”, she whispered.

Once I recovered from our kiss, I looked down into Nina’s eyes, and tried my best to explain to her why I wanted to stay at my normal height, but she wouldn’t accept any excuses. In the three weeks since her sister had given her an amulet that could reduce matter to a size of her choosing, my petite wife had tried everything she could to convince me that shrinking to her 4'10 height would be a wonderful experience.

Wonderful for her, I assumed, probably not so wonderful for me though. I loved Nina, more than anything else in the world, but ceding that kind of power to her made me uncomfortable. My wife already tended to be a dominate force, and I could only imagine how much more that trait would emerge if she became the bigger and stronger of us.

Unfortunately for Nina though, but much to my benefit, she still had not achieved the ability to miniaturize a person against their will. It was probably for this fact alone, that I still stood six feet tall. Despite the near constant badgering, Nina’s efforts were meant to be playful more than annoying, so I didn’t get too bothered.

In between and during her efforts to shrink me, we went about our normal day-to-day routines, to include Friday “Date Night”. After six months of marriage, the two of us valued the rare breaks in our busy schedules when we could spend an evening out together. One of our more common dates was hitting the local dance club. While I wasn’t much of a dancer, Nina couldn’t get enough of it, and she generally got what she wanted.

As we prepared to head out, my wife surprised me. “So, when did you plan on telling me your were going to the Royals game on Sunday?”

I cringed a little, while Nina continued, “I mean, when Cynthia told me that you and Dan were going, I thought she was mistaken, since you’ve known my sister was visiting this Sunday.”

Even though Nina’s demeanor seemed so casual, there was no missing the smug, victorious tone in her voice. She had me, we both knew it, but I wouldn’t surrender so soon.

“I was going to tell you sweetie, it was just gonna...”

She interrupted, “Tell me when? After I had a few drinks and a few dances tonight?”

Again, I found myself searching for words, but everything I came up with was destined to fail. I could tell Nina about how close the Royals were to overcoming the White Sox, but I doubted if she would be swayed by the drama of the American League Central race. Fortunately, my wife was hardly angry, she rarely ever was, instead she took eager, playful advantage of my tough spot.

“And to think...you promised me you’d be here Sunday”, she said, acting quite sad.

Our battle was all but over. Even though Nina wasn’t mad, the tiny woman had a persuasive way about her that would guarantee me staying home, if that’s what she wanted. The only way out was to give her something in return, and I knew full well what that would be. Still, I tried to start out with a low offer.

“How bout I let you choose the restaurant tonight? Would that make us even?”

Nina let out a long, theatric yawn, before answering, “I’ll choose regardless...in fact, I’ve already made reservations at Victor’s.”

“No”, she continued, “if you get something that you really want, then it’s only fair that I...” Nina paused for a second, and slowly lifted her gaze on to mine before finishing her sentence. “... get something I want.”

Under the spell of those beautiful, yet very powerful brown eyes, my shoulders slumped in defeat.

“Fine”, I said, “but only for tonight and you don’t make me shorter than you.”

“Tonight and tomorrow”, she countered.

This time I stood fast. “Forget it. I’m only small tonight or the deal’s off.”

Now it was Nina’s turn to squirm a little. She really wanted this, and I knew she wouldn’t jeopardize her chance to make me her size, even if it was only for the evening.”

“Alright”, she said somewhat reluctantly, before pepping up, “But we start right now!”

Before I had a chance to disagree, Nina began reciting the words to her spell, while grasping the amulet around her neck. I could tell that my wife was excited, so excited that she seemed to stumble a little over the words to her incantation. For a second I panicked slightly and actually thought about resisting Nina’s magic, but in the end, I realized that would be a mistake. Instead, I braced myself and hoped that somehow her spell would fizzle out. When Nina finished her recitation though, I knew that the magic had worked to perfection.

As soon as the last word left my wife’s mouth, it seemed as if my whole body started to pulsate. Each painless throb stole inches from my frame, and I could only standby as Nina seemed to expand in front of me. While I shrank, the sultry, brown skinned nymph cozied up to me.

“That’s it. Keep shrinking, just a little bit more.”, she cooed, while wrapping me into an embrace.

By the time the spell wore off, and I was the same height as Nina, she was practically vibrating with joy. At first, I couldn’t decide if I liked what had happened or not. Instead, my mind tried to process the sudden change in perspective. Seeing Nina, a woman I was used to towering over, looking me straight in the eye was a difficult reality to get used to.

Then there was the strength of her embrace...

The diminutive aerobics instructor’s body possessed a deceptive amount of strength, but still, I had always been able to easily overpower her when we played around. Now though, trapped in her hug, I became aware that we were suddenly on a level playing field..

“How do you feel?”

Nina’s words forced my buzzing mind to focus again, and I answered, “I’m ok...I think...”

Letting loose a sultry, victorious chuckle, Nina crushed me into her with one last embrace, before letting go.

“I’d say you’re better than ok”, she said, while appraising me. “In fact, I’d say you’re just right. Of course, you’d be perfect with even less inches...”

The predatory look on Nina’s face made me back up a step or two. I didn’t get far before she advanced with me stride for stride, and trapped me against a nearby wall Clearly enjoying herself, Nina lightly snagged my shirt between two fingers, while grasping the amulet with her other hand.

“Where you heading...big guy?”, she taunted.

Still not completely settled with my new smaller state, and a little unnerved by Nina’s playful intimidation, I stumbled for words, “You promised...I mean...we agreed, you wouldn’t make me any smaller.”

Giggling, she pulled me by the shirt toward her and gave me another quick kiss.

“Don’t be silly”, she said after letting me go. “Even if I could make you shrink against your will, I...”

Nina paused for a second, before continuing, “Wait, I can’t lie to you. If I could make you smaller, you’d be sitting in the palm of my hand right now. So relax, and let’s have some fun with this.”

To give me a little perspective, Nina held her hand out for me to see. I pictured myself helplessly stranded on that soft palm, looking up at her mischief filled face. In comparison to that fate, standing 4'10" did seem like a pretty good bargain.

Following my line of thoughts, Nina asked, “So, your present size doesn’t seem all that bad now, does it?”

Minutes later the two of us were ready to hit the town. While I wasn’t too keen on being seen in public at my current size, Nina was practically pushing me out the door. As was customary, I started walking toward my Ford F-250, but stopped when I realized how much bigger the already large pickup truck looked. Besides the difficulty I would probably have driving it now, it also seemed to further, and just as importantly, embarrassingly dramatize my tiny frame.

“What’s wrong?”, Nina asked.

“Maybe we should take your car instead.”

Nina got a good laugh out of that. “Really? But I was hoping to see you struggle up into that thing like I have to all the time.

Fortunately, after a little more ribbing, Nina agreed to drive and I soon found myself in the passenger seat of her tiny Eclipse. The ultra compact car, like seemingly everything else now, forced me to marvel at the sensation of bigness in objects that seemed so small before my transformation. In the past, I remembered complaining about the lack of room in Nina’s compact car. Now though, my short little legs were practically swimming in empty space.

Giggling at the sight, Nina teased, “You know you can move the seat up, don’t you?”

Once we made it to the restaurant and parked the car, Nina and I walked through the parking lot arm-in-arm.

“See, this isn’t so bad now. Is it?”, she said, trying to encourage me.

With Nina at my side, I had to admit that it seemed ok, but as we came closer to the restaurant, I felt myself becoming a little more nervous. Standing less than five feet tall in my wife’s presence was one thing, but to be so small amongst strangers didn’t sit so well with me. I didn’t like the idea of being unusually short and surrounded by “normal” sized gawkers. As we entered the restaurant lobby though, I realized that at least one person wasn’t interested in us...

The hostess was a typical self absorbed young woman. Perched behind a podium, she chatted on her cell phone, while Nina and I waited to be seated. As her inane conversation droned on, I cleared my throat to catch the girl’s attention. Rather than get the hint though, she briefly glanced at us, held up a finger for us to wait, and then returned to her phone call.

Maybe if I was my normal height, the girl would have still ignored me, but her casual dismissive attitude only added to the discomfort I already felt. Frustrated and feeling quite powerless, my cheeks burned with embarrassment as the girl kept talking. Finally, after a few more minutes, Nina made her move.

“Excuse me? Excuse me...miss?”, she said interrupting the hostess.

Nina’s demanding tone caught the girl’s attention, and she scowled ever so slightly, before saying, “I’ll have to call you back Cindy.”

Then, turning her phone off in a deliberately slow manner, she leaned way over the podium and looked down at me. “What can I do for you?”, she said, in a exaggerated sweet tone of voice.

Even though she was probably just trying to mock me, the hostess’s in-my-face attitude came off as slightly intimidating. As I stammered nervously to answer, Nina stepped in again.

“We have reservations for Rogers.”

Taking her time once again, the hostess looked over her reservation book, before finally drawling, “Yes, here you are. Well let’s get you two a table RIGHT away.”

As a final insult, the girl deliberately used her longer legs to outpace Nina and myself. Turning her head slightly, I saw the delighted look on her face when she saw us struggling to keep up with her. Once we made it to our table, the girl dropped two menus down, and sashayed away, but not without directing one last smirk at Nina and myself.

After that, we sat quietly for a few minutes, pouring over our menus, until Nina, naturally broke the silence.

“You were scared of that girl, weren’t you?”, she asked.

The question took me by surprise, made me defensive. “What? No, of course not.

“Yes you were. I could tell by your reaction when she hung up the phone and leaned over her podium.”

I didn’t respond to Nina’s accusation, and instead tried to act as if I was engrossed with the menu in front of me. Of course, she wouldn’t let up, she never did for anything.

Leaning in a little, she whispered, “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetie. That girl was bigger than you, probably a little stronger too. She could have hurt you, if she wanted, so it’s good that you were respectful.

While I hadn’t said anything yet, I was blushing, I could feel the burn all over my face. Feeling the need to reply, I finally looked over at Nina, “So, should I be scared of you, if I was any smaller?”

This time it was Nina’s turn to remain silent, but like me though, her face pretty much said everything. Fortunately, before we were able to continue the uncomfortable topic, our waitress showed up. Blonde and incredibly tall, at least 6'4" (it was hard to judge height based on my own unfamiliar size), she towered over our table.

“Oh my god! You guys are soooooo cute!”, the waitress squeaked happily. “I mean, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a couple as short as you two! It’s just so adorable!”

She wasn’t trying to be insulting, but again, I blushed at having my stature so dramatically thrown in my face. Naturally, Nina reacted for the both of us.

Matching the waitress’s ultra happy tone, she said, “Sweety? Why don’t you bring us our drinks?”

“Sure thing little lady, I’ll be right back!”

As the bubbly woman bustled off, Nina growled, “Her...I want to shrink her. I’d love to see Miss 50 Foot Woman be a ‘little lady’ for the rest of her life..”

“Jealous?”, I teased.

Unfortunately, my plan to push my wife’s buttons, for a change, worked a little too well. Tearing her attention from the statuesque waitress to me, Nina’s intense eyes narrowed.

Turning the tables on me, she growled, “Should I be?”

As I stammered to assure that Nina was infinitely more attractive, she broke into a sly little grin. “Don’t try to mess with me honey, you know you’ll never win...”

We both laughed a little at this, before our meals arrived. The remainder of dinner went mostly without incident. As we talked and ate though, Nina continued to play around. Obviously excited by my new size, she signaled her feelings by rubbing my legs with her feet. Of her many...many gifts, Nina sported the most dexterous toes I had ever encountered. With her sandals off, and the tablecloth concealing everything, she slipped her foot up my pant cuff, and playfully massaged my leg.

Once our meal ended, and I left a tip and paid the bill, we were outside again. As we headed toward the car, Nina continued her earlier shows of affection, only in more conventional ways. Never one to be labeled “prudish”, and unconcerned with the few people passing us by, she began to nibble at my ears and neck. Barely able to keep myself from losing control, it wasn’t until we made it to the car that I fully returned Nina’s attentions.

In between kisses, and with some difficulty, I managed to form a complete, coherent sentence. “Maybe we can just skip the club, and head home...if you want, that is...”

Hoping to skip a few hours of dancing, and instead, move directly to the more pleasant evening finale, I hoped that Nina would agree with my suggestion. To my slight surprise, she actually seemed torn between her original plan and my idea. After a few seconds of thought though, Nina quickly made up her mind.

Pulling away and straightening her outfit a little, she said somewhat reluctantly, “Mmmmmm no, I still want to dance tonight.”

I imagine my disappointed reaction was hard for her to miss. As a result, she smiled ever so slightly, and whispered into my ear, “We won’t have to stay too long...as long as you promise to make up for it when we get home later.”

The night club was packed, but Nina and I were still able to find a small table to drop off my jacket and her purse. I had hoped to enjoy a quick drink before we started to dance, but she pulled me onto the dance floor before that could happen. While my dancing skills were woefully inadequate, especially when they were put on display next to Nina’s, I had improved slightly with her help over the years.

As she gyrated to the music, and I tried to keep up, my gaze started to scan the crowded club. From my shorter perspective, it was difficult to see through the throng of people around me, but through gaps in the crowd, I eventually scoped out most of the room. Fortunately, there wasn’t anybody around that I was familiar with, since I really didn’t care to be seen by any friends or coworkers.

Once the song ended, I was able to lead a reluctant Nina off the dance floor. Before we got too far though, a shrill voice squeaked from behind us. “Nina!? Nina! Over here!”

As much as I didn’t want to see my friends, I was even less thrilled with running into any of Nina’s...

Crissy had the same pretty Filipina features as my wife, and while she wasn’t as trim or toned, she was a head taller, which meant she was also a head taller than me now too...

Nina and her friend greeted each other with a kiss on the cheek, and then Crissy turned her attention to me. She ran her eyes up and down by body for a second, before a big grin formed on her face.

“What’s up short stuff?”, she teased.

Not allowing me to reply, Nina quickly whispered something into Crissy’s ear, and then the two immediately started to giggle. When they finished having their fun, Crissy said, “A couple of us our heading to the coffee place, you two wanna come along?”

“Not this time. Tonight it’s just me and my man”, Nina answered, while wrapping an arm around me and putting her head on my shoulder.

Crissy gave us a knowing little wink, and said, “Suit yourselves. Tootles!”

Once she left, we spent the remainder of the evening alternating between dancing and drinking. Unfortunately, I wasn’t prepared for the effects alcohol would have on my smaller body. Within an hour I felt the most pleasant dizzy buzz, while Nina poked fun of my increasing drunkenness. Before I could order what would have been my fifth drink of the evening, the club’s DJ played a slow dancing song. Not bothering to ask, Nina grabbed my hand, and we were on the dance floor again

Even though I hate to admit it, slow dancing with Nina, at my shortened height, was actually quite enjoyable. In fact, and at the risk of sounding lame, our equal heights added greatly to the romantic element of the whole thing. Just being able to look into each others eyes, while our bodies were pressed so close together was quite the rush. As an added bonus, we were able to comfortably hear each other while whispering. At that point, there really didn’t seem like anybody else was in the room, but the two of us. For the next several minutes, we enjoyed the closeness and feel of the moment.

Unfortunately, there was a down side to this warm fuzziness. With Nina’s warm, tight body pressed against mine, I wasn’t thinking entirely straight...nor had I for much of the night. She had tantalized me the entire evening, and that, along with a few too many drinks made me do something quite foolish.

“So, just as a hypothetical”, I mused out of the blue. “If somebody wanted to maybe...I don’t know...get a little smaller right now...do you think it might be able to happen?”

There were very few times that I can recall Nina ever being speechless, but this was one of them. We continued to sway to the music, but at a slower, more distracted pace. I think Nina had planned on leading me down this path all along, but ended up surprised at how quickly and effectively I fell into her trap. After a second or two of silence though, she recovered quite well.

Nina looked at me, her excitement obviously building quickly, as she spoke. “You’re serious? You’d let me do this to you again?”

I nodded.

Nina’s somewhat shocked demeanor rapidly slid away, and her usual confidence resurfaced. “And just how small would we be ‘hypothetically’ talking about?”

I placed a hand slightly below the center of Nina’s chest. “If somebody was going to shrink, I couldn’t think of a better place than this.”

A smug little chuckle escaped Nina as she looked down at the height I suggested. “Ah men, your weaknesses are all so predictable. Hmmmm, but yes, I think we can work something out for you.”

As we continued to dance, Nina took one of her hands and grasped the amulet. Unlike the first time she shrank me, she recited the incantation smoothly. As before though, the results of her spell were the same. Right there in the middle of a crowd, I dwindled down against Nina’s body as we danced. The sensation, while incredibly sensual, also sobered me up a bit when it became quite clear how much I was giving up to my wife.

Quickly, as the first inch disappeared, Nina gave me one last desperate kiss before our respective heights changed too much. I felt her tongue and lips expand against my own, and then she pulled away to watch me shrink.

The process was quick, so quick that it was dizzying. I went from looking eye to eye with Nina, to being level with her lips, then down past her lovely neck. Seconds later, I was staring directly into Nina’s chest, which may have been the most spectacular sight in my life. I’d always been fond of her teacup sized breasts, but at my new size, they suddenly seemed to become quite the handful.

Smiling down at me, and clearly enjoying my reaction, Nina cooed, “You like?”

“I could get used to it”, I sighed.

Once I tore my attention from the more immediate sight though, the magnitude of what I had allowed Nina to do started to push through my drunken haze. Looking up at my wife, I realized that she was no longer an uber cute pixie, but an honest to god amazon...a 4'10" amazon, but an amazon none the less. Compared to me though, Nina was enormous...and very strong. With her toned, bared arms around, me I didn’t want to move, out of fear that she would intentionally overpower me. That was an indignity I wasn’t ready to face yet.

Sensing my unease, Nina pulled the side of my head into her chest. “Just relax.”, she whispered.

For the next couple of minutes we continued to dance, or more specifically, Nina led and I sort of swayed with her. As it was, I found it hard to concentrate with so many different things competing for my attention. When the dance finally ended, Nina gave me one last crushing embrace, and whispered down into my ear, “Now I’m ready to go home...”

The drive back to our house flew by, and before I knew it, Nina and I were practically tearing off each others clothes. Once my shirt was gone, she grasped me in her arms and started to kiss, while propelling us both into a nearby wall. Ignoring the slight pain, I returned Nina’s kissing and groping, until she flung me aside and onto the bed. I was used to my wife’s intensity, especially in moments like this, but she seemed especially desperate, as if my smaller size was feeding her natural aggressiveness.

Before I could move, Nina leapt on top of me with a snarl, and started to unbutton my pants...

When we finished sometime later, my entire body was fatigued. I found that pleasuring, and being pleasured by, a much larger Nina was more than I ever could have been ready for. Following our love making, my wife relaxed and allowed me lie on top of her. The warmth of her body and the strength of her embrace, not to mention my exhaustion left me on the verge of unconsciousness. As I rapidly slipped into a pleasant slumber, my head nestled against Nina’s chest, something seemed off.

Those breasts, those soft perfect breasts felt undoubtedly larger. While I processed this, I heard Nina chanting quietly. At first, I didn’t think too much of that, until I felt my body slide against hers. Snapping out of my near sleep, I raised my head and looked up at Nina. A quick glance told me what I feared, I was shrinking again.

“Nina! Wh..what are you doing?!”

She ceased her chant and stared down at me. “Do I really need to answer that?”

I could only think of one question. “How?”

Nina ran her fingers through my hair, and said, “Sweetie, you’ve already allowed me to do this to you twice.”

When I didn’t respond, she continued. “Think of it as allowing my magic to get its foot in the door, and now it can’t be closed.”

Her explanation made me feel increasingly unsettled. “You mean I can’t resist anymore?”

“No, no baby you can resist all you want”, she said soothingly, before a proud smirk lit up her face. “It just won’t do you much good.”

Nina began to chant again, and I tried to concentrate and keep her from effecting me. It was as she said though, her magic rapidly overwhelmed my defenses. Soon, I felt myself shrinking again, without any way of stopping it. Minutes later and only three inches tall, I found myself nestled between Nina’s breasts. As I sat in that heavenly spot, she reached down and snagged me between her thumb and forefinger.

Clenched helplessly in her grasp, she held me near her face for inspection. Vulnerable like I had never been before, my feelings of discomfort multiplied when I saw Nina’s expression. The same predatory expression she wore during sex stared back at me.

Licking her lips, Nina purred, “Mmmmmm, it looks like I have a bite sized husband now."

The evening didn’t end on much of a high note...

I can now say from personal experience, that it doesn’t matter who says it, or in what setting it’s said, but even joking about eating a three inch tall man is a serious mistake. Held between Nina’s fingers, and faced with her open mouth, I did what apparently is natural...I freaked out. My complete expression of terror, forced my wife to instantly drop her act, and try to calm me down. Unfortunately for everybody involved, once I recovered, the next emotion I felt was fury.

I was completely powerless and, pissed off at Nina for putting me into that position. It was probably a mistake, since I was partially responsible for my smaller state, but I still lashed out. My outburst quickly put Nina on the defensive, not a position she ever handled well, and things rapidly went downhill from there. Our argument only lasted a minute though..

As should be quite apparent, an argument with a “giant”, strong willed woman will inevitably be very one sided. Once Nina had enough, she plopped me down on my pillow, and then rolled over, so that her back was turned to me.

That ended any and all discussion.

The next morning I woke up alone. The bed was empty, and there was no sign of Nina. Apparently she had been holding me while I was asleep though, because I found myself lying on her pillow instead of my own. From my soft perch, the lingering scent of Nina’s shampoo and perfume tickled my nose, and even though I was mad at her, I still reveled in the various smells associated with her. As I sat there in silence, I took in the rest of my surroundings.

Unlike the previous evening, sunlight illuminated the bedroom, and gave me an idea of just how tiny I had become. The enormity of everything was intimidating, making me feel increasingly more uneasy. Despite how I felt after she shrank me, I couldn’t help but call out for Nina.

“Nina?! Nina? Where are you?!”

My voice sounded so small in the cavernous bedroom, and seemed to be swallowed up by the empty space. Alone and vulnerable to whatever real or imagined threats were out there, I felt the first touch of panic. Then, I heard a commotion in the kitchen. From the sound of things, it sounded like a glass hitting the floor, followed by a familiar voice exclaiming, “damn”.

Knowing that Nina was nearby, even if it was a mile or two away by my standards, made me relax a little. Seconds later though, I felt the ground begin to quake as she made her way back to the bedroom. I suppose it’s a bit cliche, but the impact of Nina’s footsteps was like a Jurassic Park moment. Those dainty, bared feet slapping on the hardwood floors sent my tiny world shaking. The effect wasn’t overwhelming, but being able to feel and hear my wife’s footsteps really put her awesome power into perspective for me.

Nina’s journey through the house was brief, and before I knew it she barged into the room. With her gigantic appearance, I suddenly felt myself panic again. As she walked to the bed, smiling at me, I did everything I could to screw myself into the pillow. Holding a tray with breakfast, Nina placed it on a night stand, and then plopped down on the bed. This time the quake she created was quite dramatic, as the impact of her 97 pound body sent me hurtling through the air, before I crashed back down onto the pillow.

While I regained my bearings, Nina sprawled out on the opposite side of the bed. When I dared open my eyes, she was facing me, her hand propping up her head. “Morning sleepy”, she whispered.

Still a little unnerved and angry, I didn’t answer, so Nina continued. “I made breakfast, including a extra tiny one for you”, she said gesturing toward the tray.

My wife wasn’t good at apologies, and rarely ever said the words ‘I’m sorry’. Instead she often tried to make up through actions, like bringing me breakfast in bed. Despite her efforts though, I wasn’t ready to make up yet.

Noticing the silent treatment, Nina bent in closer to me. “C’mon sweetie, don’t be mad. This whole thing won’t be so bad, you’ll see. Just trust me, ok?”

I still didn’t say anything.

The silent treatment generally drove Nina nuts, but unfortunately, she was in a perfect position to cause me just as much distress. “I’m going to pick you up now”, she said.

Nina most certainly wasn’t asking for my permission, but rather preparing me for what she was about to do. As her hand went skyward, and her massive fingers approached, I cowered against the pillow. Much to my surprise, Nina didn’t pick me up right away. Instead she placed her hand directly in front of me. I took a second to look up into Nina’s face, and saw from her expression that she was hurt by my fearful reaction to her hand.

“You can climb on yourself, if you want”, she said.

Even if I was mad at her, I didn’t feel very good about making her feel bad.

I took a deep breath, and said, “No, you can pick me up.”

Nina didn’t waste anytime, and very quickly, yet carefully, looped her thumb and forefinger around me. She didn’t close her fist around me, rather she allowed me to dangle before placing me in the palm of her other hand. Nina angled her hand, so that I was upright with her palm supporting my body.

“See? Not so bad.”

I found myself slowly regaining my confidence, while losing my anger. Still, I wasn’t ready to give into my beaming wife yet.

“It’s not bad, but it sure as hell isn’t great either.”

Nina gave me a mocking “ohhhh”. “You need to keep an open mind with this, sweetie. It really could be a lot of fun.”

“Sure”, I answered. “Fun for you.”

She smiled at that. “True, but it doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy this too.”

When I didn’t look overly convinced, Nina leaned her face in close. “Here, let me show you.”

Her soft, wet lips pressed into me lightly, pushing me against her palm, before she pulled back. Even though the kiss lasted only a few seconds, the effect was incredible. With Nina’s lips covering half of my body, the intensity of her kiss seemed ramped up by a million times, and I ended up completely spent. As much as she took out of me, I still wanted more.

Slumped in Nina’s palm, I reached out to her, and practically whimpered her name. Looking up at my wife’s face, I saw her eyes flash a victorious, pleased glint. I was right where Nina wanted me...in every possible way. Grinning just a little, she moved in toward me again. This time though, the kiss was much slower, more passionate. Nina’s lips caressed my entire body, lingering over each and every part, before moving on. Lost in the moment, I only vaguely heard Nina’s lusty moans, but it did make me feel better knowing that she was enjoying this as much as I was.

I have no idea how long the kiss lasted, only that it left me exhausted. On the verge of hyperventilating, my knees collapsed, and crumbled onto my wife’s soft palm. From above, I heard Nina’s voice wash over me.

“This might have been a little too much, too soon for you.”

Her tone had a concerned quality, twinged with a bit of smugness to it. As I tried to stand up, and prove that I was ok, Nina stopped me.

“No sweetie”, she whispered. “You sleep...just relax and sleep...”

She was using her magic again, it was undeniable, but this time I didn’t try to resist. Instead, I allowed the pleasant, velvety darkness of sleep overcome me. Before I completely drifted off though, Nina’s voice drifted through my mind, “Now to put you some place safe...”