“Well, are you still enjoying your little dalliance, dear?” Miranda asked.

In her hand, her husband’s cock pulsed in her fingers. Even with a few inches shrunken from his overall height, he had an impressive dick, and she looked forward to the rest of the evening when she’d be able to ride him with absolute abandon, thanks to his slightly smaller size. Between her palm and his cock, however, there was a third, unwilling participant, her husband’s most recent extra-marital fling. The shrunken man, who was eagerly enjoying Miranda’s husband’s cock on the video behind her, the video that Miranda had recorded in secret of her husband’s illicit affair and played for him in their bedroom, which also happened to be the setting of the video’s contents, that very same shrunken man seemed to be enjoying her husband’s member significantly less as Miranda clutched him to the rod and pumped him up and down it’s length, lubricated by only a thin layer of Miranda’s spit to ease the process. Her husband didn’t respond, instead gritting his teeth and grunting in exertion.

“Come on now, isn’t this the kind of thing you fantasize about?” Miranda continued, not slowing her hand. “A threesome, approved by your wife, with your cheating little slut? Don’t you want this?”

“I’m… I’m sorry, Miranda…” Her husband managed through ragged breaths. “Just please, be gentle.”

“Gentle?” Miranda asked.

She squeezed hard onto his cock, feeling his flesh between her fingers and the body of the tiny tiny man that had gotten between her and her husband go still as she nearly crushed him into her husband’s cock. The gasp of pain from her husband was rewarding, almost as rewarding as the sensation of the housewrecker in her hand trying to breathe.

“Do you think you’re in any position to make requests, dear?” Miranda asked. “After all, you cheated on me… again… and then after I generously offered you this wonderful little fantasy, you want to burden me even further with your requests?”

“Miranda, he’s…” Her husband tried, but was cut off as Miranda began to slide her still clenching hand along his shaft.

“And after all you’ve put your loving wife through? You’d still ask more of her?” Miranda asked. "Well, go on then, make your demand."

"That hurts…!" Her husband managed before another squeeze silenced him.

"Oh, how thoughtless of me, the lubrication may have worn off. Let's fix that." Miranda offered.

Without relaxing her grip too much, Miranda deftly lifted the shrunken man up along her husband's shaft, until his tiny, red-flushed head could be seen next to the similarly strangled head of her husband's cock.. Miranda couldn't resist a smile at the sight of two heads in her grasp, both nearly purple from the pressure of her grip.

"And you, my husband's little slut?" Miranda asked through the smile. "Are you enjoying his cock as much right now as you were last night?"

Miranda looked over her shoulder to the video still playing. In it, her husband had his fling bent over on Miranda's bed, the cheating couple couldn't have known about the camera that Miranda had installed, but it caught a pretty clear image of the face of her husband's fuck buddy as her husband railed him from behind. It was a countenance of pure bliss. Back in her hand, however, he seemed to be less happy, his face twisted in desperation and agony, and his mouth opening and closing in a futile attempt to draw a breath, like a fish out of water.

"Well… if you're going to be rude and not respond, we'll just continue unabated." Miranda said, shifting her gaze to her husband's.

With skill that came with expertise, Miranda hovered over the tip of her husband's cock and let her mouth hang open. Her tongue rolled out and almost immediately spit began to accumulate at the tip of her tongue. With even slightly relaxing her grip, but determined to prevent her captive from passing out, Miranda allowed to saliva to gather and fall in a steady, unbroken stream down to the pair of heads exposed in her grasp, soaking them both.

The shrunken boy toy, unable to move anything more than his eyes and mouth in Miranda's vice grip, was helpless as her drool poured down onto him in a deluge. Her hand formed just enough of a barrier to allow it to pool around him, threatening to drown him in her spit, if he didn't asphyxiate in her hand first. She finished the process by pursing her lips together and spitting a glob that struck the tiny homewrecker directly in his face.

"Well, perhaps I've been too harsh on you, dear…" Miranda said, meeting her husband's gaze. "Perhaps I should take some responsibility."

She didn't allow her husband's eyes to wander from her own as she lowered her mouth down to the tip of his cock. She'd shown him what could happen if he looked away when she commanded his attention, and he'd learned that lesson well enough. Miranda took her time letting her lips touch the head of the cock, slowly enveloping it in the plush warmth of her mouth. Her lips slipped effortlessly over the tip, and the tiny man's head, so that when she finally released her grip, escape was already impossible.

The groan from her husband was rewarding, but the sudden sensation of tiny hands trying to push her lips away and the feeling of a tiny head struggle against her lips was even more so. She kept her lips sealed against the two men as she slowly engulfed more and more of them into her. Hey tongue forced its way against the tiny man and down to the base of her husband's cock. The tiny man was far more animated than her husband's cock, but the cock wasn't still, as her tongue pushed against it, quivering inside her mouth.

"Please, babe…" her husband moaned.

Miranda let her teeth sink, ever so slightly, into the cock and tiny man. Although her mouth was full, she didn't need to speak to silence her husband, the teeth on his skin and the change in her eyes was enough to quell any further complaints. He gulped as her teeth relaxed and she continued to slide down onto his member, his fling slowly disappearing behind her lips with his cock.

It didn't take long to press her lips against the base of her husband's cock, a revelation which brought a tinge of pride to her ego, only to immediately flare up into anger as she remembered that she'd shrunken her husband to make him more manageable when she'd begun. Angry with herself, and willing to take it out on the two men caught in her mouth, Miranda began pleasuring her husband, and assaulting the cheater.

Her tongue offered the tiny man caught between her and her husband no reprieve as she used it to drag his tiny body around her husband's shaft. Occasionally the small form would slip, and she'd quickly suck it back into place, preventing even the briefest of breaks from her tongue lashing. When the tiny man's fighting slowed, she opened her lips just enough to suck in air, and quickly sealed them back when it became apparent the diminutive slut wouldn't pass out.

Seconds turned into minutes. Her husband, pressed to his absolute limit by Miranda's unrelenting assault on his will power, and likely weakened by his slightly reduced size and the undeniably novel pleasures of Miranda's lips, tongue, and a tiny man trapped against his cock, began to squirm under Miranda. Rather than threaten again with teeth, Miranda let him writhe, but seized his ass with both hands, and pulled him in, preventing any hope of escape. While his arms and legs thrashed against the sheets, Miranda held his hips firmly in place for his imminent release.

The familiar feeling of his back clenching up, gave Miranda just enough warning to allow the tiny man one last breath before she wrapped her arms around her husband's thighs, and sucked hard as he exploded into her mouth. Dutifully, Miranda sucked every drop of the first burst down her throat without drama or hesitation, but let the follow up spurts fill her mouth.

It was over in only a few seconds, and Miranda pulled her mouth off her husband's cock, keeping her lips sealed against it, and dragging the tiny man along. When the tip popped out of her mouth, almost immediately deflating, her husband's eyes widened to see the absence of his fling. Miranda crawled up her husband's torso, slowly shrinking him as she did. He wouldn't be reduced to the size of the thing desperately fighting against the hot, cum-flooded interior of her mouth, but she wanted to make a point.

On top of him, larger than him, Miranda took her husband's head in both hands and brought his face to hers, stopping with his eyes at her mouth. She parted her still crimson painted lips to reveal the distraught, tiny, cum soaked man laying on her tongue. Before either man could react, she snapped her mouth shut and swallowed. Guiding her husband's attentions down her neck as the still writhing lump passed through her throat, and pressing her husband's ear to her as the slut dropped into her stomach, Miranda pitched forward and held her husband there, listening to the sound of her gut going to work on a snack. Minutes after she had felt the last flutter in her gut, she spoke.

"Tomorrow, we're going back to that club, and we'll pick out a volunteer together…" Miranda said, more stating a fact than a suggestion. "And when we bring him home, you'll both entertain me. He'll just think we're having fun, but I'll let you in on a little secret, dear…"

Miranda pulled her husband's head away to meet her gaze. His eyes were red, and his face fraught with fear. She smiled at the earnest reaction, both from his face and from his cock, which was coming back to life as she nudged it with her knee. She rolled over, on top of him and knelt above him on the bed.

"We'll be having fun, but you and he will actually be fighting for your lives…" Miranda said, reaching down between her legs and guiding her husband's reinvigorated cock toward her pussy. "If you perform better than him, well…"

She punctuated the sentiment by dropping down onto his cock, sliding it inside her with ease. As he grunted, she leaned forward and almost smothered him, her hips starting to grind against him.

"But if you disappoint me again…" Miranda said, beginning to ride her husband in earnest. "I'll honor our wedding vow of 'til death do us part' in the most intimate way possible…"