Jennifer really liked this couple. If everyone else at the Transformation Resort was going to be like this, she was going to have a good time.
Unfortunately, Eric wasn’t cooperating. She could still feel him squirming around in her left bra cup, so she was confident he wasn’t in serious trouble. But she also kept nudging him towards her nipple, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to do that without someone noticing. This was annoying. The whole point of this was to have fun.
“Excuse me,” Jennifer said to the couple, Josh and Mary. “It’s lovely to talk to you, but I have to go check on something.”
The other couple smiled. “Of course,” Mary said, in a way that made Jennifer think she knew exactly what was going on.
Jennifer walked over to the edge of the party, sipping her cocktail. She faced the open lawn of the resort, where fortunately she couldn’t see anyone who would be looking at her. Knowing there was still everyone at the cocktail party behind her, she held her cocktail in her left hand and used her right hand to subtly pull open the top of her dress and her left bra cup. She looked down, and there he was: her quarter-inch husband, cowering under her left tit. Whether he was shielding his eyes from the sun or just so terrified of a taller wife, Jennifer couldn’t tell.
“Oh, come on,” she said quietly. “You’re not doing anything. This is supposed to be fun. I’m sorry this is weird for you, but please just try not to ruin this for me.”
She couldn’t tell if he was trying to respond, first because he was too small to be heard, and second because Jennifer decided to tilt her head back and down the rest of her cocktail. Setting the glass down on the patio railing, Jennifer reached into her bra with her left hand and plucked out her tiny husband. Setting him down on her nipple, she said, “When I go back out there, I want you to start stroking and licking until it’s hard enough to slice bread. You’re in big trouble later, too. I shouldn’t have had to tell you any of this.”
Jennifer carefully let go of her bra and dress, making sure that Eric wouldn’t fall off her nipple or have some other excuse not to start pleasing her. She readjusted her outfit and then turned back to the party.
Jennifer was relieved to see that she seemed not to have attracted much attention when she stepped away. As she waited in line for another cocktail from the bar, she could feel Eric following her instructions. She was excited to notice that she was, well, excited. Whether that was because Eric was finally doing his job or because she was turned on at the thought of it, she was still enjoying herself. As the bartender handed her her next cocktail, she thought about what she should do next, though thoughts of how to punish Eric later enticed her too.