Awakening

Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of consensual sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under the age of 18, or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts include gay and bisexual activity as well as water sports, diapers, cross-dressing and other fetishes and perversions that may please the author's whims. The characters in these stories are fictional, but are based on the author's true experiences, as well as the experiences of others he has met.

This story is for all those that requested a continuation of the story, "Honesty".

AWAKING, by Amber Fountaine (bisexual/urination)

The first sensation I became aware of was someone playing with the tip of my nose. As I forced my eyes to open, I confirmed that just as I'd expected, it was Kayla being playful. That meant it was the weekend and Kayla was in the mood for fun. But as my senses slowly awakened and my brain began to ever so slowly grind its gears, I noticed a few things that were strange.

Kayla and I were sharing a pillow, our faces less than a foot apart. Nothing strange about that, except - it wasn't our pillow. Or maybe Kayla had bought new linens and I hadn't noticed. But that didn't seem right either. I'd made up the bed for fun on Friday evening like I always did. Lately that meant preparing the bed for pee play by covering the mattress with a plastic protector, covering that with a couple of beach towels, and then putting the sheets back on the bed. No matter how wet they might get on Friday night, we air dried them and slept in them Saturday night, then stripped the bed before we went to church on Sunday. Since these weren't the sheets I'd used when I'd remade the bed, and that damn alarm clock hadn't woken us before dawn, that meant it probably wasn't our bed and a quick glance over Kayla's shoulder confirmed that and made me more confused.

In my own defense, let me explain. I am not dumb. Nor am I forgetful. But I am not in any way, shape, or form, a morning person. Some people can jump out of bed in the morning and be wide-awake before their feet hit the floor. I am not one of them. My mother used to regale her friends with stories about my latest early morning stunt. Like the time - after I finally quit wetting the bed and no longer wore diapers every night - that I walked into the bathroom to take my morning pee and stood in front of the toilet, wetting my pajamas because I forgot to pull my peter out. That was before I discovered wetting myself for fun, and it was totally an accident, caused by my brain and body taking so damn long to get going in the morning. There were several times after I'd started school when one of my parents would have to pull me up into a sitting position in order for me to realize it was morning and I had to get up.

I'd gotten better in high school and college when I had my own phone and Kayla would call me every morning. Her call gave me added incentive to get out of bed. I know I must have sounded like a zombie on many of those mornings, yet she never really believed I was so dense at daybreak until after we'd married and were living together.

Unlike most people, who when they realize they're not in their own bed, with a little effort can quickly recall the circumstances that led them to be somewhere else, it takes me a while to piece it all together. So after acknowledging that I was in a strange bed in a strange room, I had to look for clues.

Clues like, the room was way too well decorated to be a hotel room. That meant we were at a friends house. Which friend and why? The bed sheets were wet. That meant we'd had some great wet sex. But what friend would allow us to pee in their bed? That question was answered quickly, even before I could ask.

"Is our little sweetie awake? I brought everyone a cup," said the soft voice behind me, moving toward the foot of the bed.

I couldn't place the voice, but I could figure the direction, and turned to see a woman carrying a tray with four cups of coffee on it. Just as quickly, I noted there was more on the tray than there was on the woman.

I'd often believed that Erin's real personality didn't match the prim and proper image she tried to create for herself at work. I'd met her at a function put on by the bank where Kayla and Erin worked. When she was at work, she put on an air that made you believe she could have taught morality to the Puritans. But in my dirty little mind, sometimes I would fantasize about Erin in an entirely different context.

At first all I had to go on was the glimpse of freckled cleavage I'd gotten at the Gala. But then as Erin's name popped up in more and more of the stories Kayla carried home from her Friday, after work, happy hours with the girls, I began to believe that the Erin in my immoral mind was closer to reality than the prudish Erin at the bank. The sight before me proved my theory to be true.

Letting her hair down instead of keeping it in a bun or pinned in the back of her head made a huge difference. I guess I've always had a thing for redheads and Kayla's strawberry blond locks were what had driven me crazy back in the 11th grade. Erin had darker red hair and it was her true color. That was confirmed by the wisps of pubic hair peaking out over the top of her bikini panties. Those panties and the aforementioned freckles were all she was wearing, creating an image of sexy, elfin mischief. It also got my mental gears spinning much faster than the coffee she'd brought us ever would.

"Settle down tiger," Kayla whispered in my ear when she noticed how quickly I'd become alert. "We have all day and you promised Renee she could be first."

Hearing her mention Renee was all it took to bring my groggy, gray computer up to speed. I didn't see Renee, but I could sure remember her. What I couldn't remember was what I'd promised to do first with her. That lapse was more likely due to the bottles of wine and Champaign we'd had, before and during diner, and the brandy and tequila we had afterwards. The one thing I could remember for sure was that Toby had acted like a first class slut! A slut named Tabitha. It had all been crazy and wild and had started 24 hours earlier, much like now, with Kayla waking me in a wet bed.

"Wake up sleepy head, Tabitha has a big day in store for her."

Through the early morning fog, I tried to remember what events 'Tabitha' had in store for the coming day. The only thing I could remember for sure was agreeing to go to visit her friends, Erin and Renee for diner. I assumed that would be this evening and couldn't remember any discussion about today, and especially, doing anything during the day as 'Tabitha'.

As my brain raced to catch up with the rest of the world, Kayla asked, "Me, pee, or coffee? Bedroom or bathroom?"

It was WAY too early in my day to make decisions. "Your choice. Is this Saturday or Sunday?"

"Saturday. The sheets are already wet if you want to stay in here."

Automatically I reached to feel the sheets beside me and they were indeed still very damp from the fun of the previous evening. As I looked at my lovely wife, standing beside the bed in all her naked glory, I remembered how the night had begun after Kayla came dragging in, late and without her underwear.

She'd brought home a bag of sex toys and we'd gotten so involved with enjoying those that I'd never got around to asking what had happened to the bra, panties, and pantyhose she'd worn when she'd left for work that day. I couldn't imagine any reason Kayla would have a need to carry on an affair until she dumped those toys on the bed and I saw the size of the dildo she'd gotten. It was twice the length of my cock and probably half again as big around. It was massive and left me with a massive sense of insecurity. It had also brought out feelings I'd tried to keep hidden from everyone including myself. But Kayla had been working us though a period of honesty and I'd admitted to prior experiences sucking cock. So far, I hadn't admitted to all of them, but enough that Kayla knew I had a yen to do it again. The previous evening I'd told her so.

That's when, during all that pissing and playing and sucking and fucking and licking my cum off the dildo, I'd agreed that I was ready to suck a real cock while Kayla watched. It had turned out, as we opened up and became honest about our fantasies, that her fantasies and mine were much the same.

Back in high school, a friend and I had watched two girls pee in their panties and on each other and then lick each other's pussies. My buddy and I had eventually acted out the same scene. We were already jacking off together, had secretly tasted our own pee, and he had been playing around in his mom's panties. So putting on panties, wetting them and each other, and then getting into oral sex were fairly easy steps for us to make.

One of the girls we'd watched was Kayla and shortly after watching her with her friend, we began dating. The dating led to going steady, getting engaged, and for the last couple of years, we'd been man and wife. And all that time, I'd never told Kayla about seeing her and her friend Raylynn pee together and that one of my biggest fantasies was for her to do the same thing with me.

Then about a year back, Kayla began going out with the girls after work on Fridays and after a few drinks, the conversations must have been getting pretty damn wild. Kayla began coming home telling me stories about some of the things the other women had done and started probing me about what wild things I might like to try. We started one morning with a pee play session in the bathroom and it had grown from there.

When it appeared I was taking too long to decide on her 'coffee, pee, or me,' invitation, she took me up on my 'your choice' reply. She got back in bed and straddled me on her knees and I knew my wakeup drink would NOT be coffee.

I envied Kayla her bladder control. Sometimes, but not often, I could begin peeing and then stop before my bladder was empty. Kayla could do it any time she wanted. That had been used to our mutual advantage. Kayla emptied half her bladder in my mouth and then as I swallowed her golden nectar, she would impale herself my on rock hard erection. Just the thought of drinking from her amber fountain would give me a hard on. Doing it would make my cock so hard you could use it to scratch glass. I usually didn't last too long before I'd fill her with my cum. Being quick on the trigger didn't really matter to either of us. Kayla's biggest and best orgasms occurred after I'd cum and she'd moved back over my face for me to lick out her pussy.

That morning was no different and Kayla had another of her huge orgasms, letting the rest of her bladder go at the same time. While those massive orgasms came at my expense, leaving me with puffy lips and covered with piss and cum, I enjoyed it as much as Kayla. The proof of that was the renewed vigor in my cock, already hard again - if it ever had a chance to go down.

As soon as Kayla recovered, she began to lick my face, enjoying the taste of all those mingled juices, at the same time using her hand to caress my wet and slippery prick. When she was satisfied she'd gotten every drop of flavor from my face, she brought her hand to my mouth so that I could lick her fingers and moved her mouth to resume what her fingers had been doing.

I don't think I ever jacked off twice in less than fifteen minutes in my entire life. That was the record when my buddy and I had jacked off together and timed each other. But Kayla's mouth was ten times better than my hand any day. She was swallowing my second load of the morning ten minutes after I'd filled her pussy with my first.

Then, as we played kissy face, sharing the flavor of my cum, she asked, "You do remember what you said last night don't you?"

Yeah, I remembered all right. I'd admitted I was ready to suck a cock while she watched. I also had agreed to go out with her to her friend's house dressed as 'Tabitha'. And I also remembered that she'd said there'd be no husbands or boyfriends around. She'd promised it would be just 'us girls'. But I wanted to be sure.

"You're sure it'll just be Erin and Renee? I think it might be fun to dress up with other women, but I'd feel funny doing it in front of a guy."

"You, me, Erin, and Renee. That's it. Renee is looking forward to showing off her cooking skills. According to Erin, Renee is so good in the kitchen that they've both had to start going to the gym. And she swears that Renee is better in bed than any boyfriend she's ever had."

"Renee is the one that took you to buy all those toys?"

"Erin went too. There's an 'Adult Cinema & Novelties' store out off the Bedford highway. Sure you don't know about it? Renee says there's booths in back where guys get together to suck each other off."

I knew she was implying that I might have been living out my cock sucking fantasies in secret. But my only experiences had been in high school and college. It had been at least three or four years since I'd had a cock in my mouth - not counting the dildo Kayla had me suck on the night before. "Nope, never been there," I told her. "Didn't even know about it. But thanks for the tip," I teased. "First chance I get, I'll stop in."

"Not unless I go with you," she told me, poking me in the ribs. Then she got a funny look on her face. "You know, it might be fun. Do you think you could get more cocks to suck if you went in there dressed as Toby or as Tabitha?"

I was once again amazed at Kayla. I'd been joking but she was taking it seriously. So I had to take the idea seriously and found it as exciting as it was scary. Could I go into a place like that and suck off strange men?

If my experiences at the rest stop while I was in college were any example, I sure could. At least once a week for a whole semester, I'd stopped in there and almost always, sucked a cock or two and got mine sucked too. Most of those guys were truckers. Some had wanted to get sucked in the men's room and some wanted to go back to the sleeper on their trucks. A few had their names painted on the door of their trucks - if I paid attention. Otherwise I never knew any of them by name. You can't get any more anonymous than that.

So that part about strange men had to be a definite 'yes'. But I had no idea if I could get more action as Toby or as Tabitha. And that sounded like a good, honest, non-committal answer. "I have no idea," I told her.

"Well you promised to suck a cock for me. Would you rather suck off a guy you know or someone you don't know?"

That was a lot simpler to answer. "A guy I know - for sure. But I don't see how. I think it would have to be a stranger because I don't know any guy that would let me suck his dick and I'm damn sure not going to go up to any of the guys I know and ask to find out!"

"The girls all think that a lot of the guys that go to the gym to work out are gay or bi. Have you seen anyone there you might like to go down on?"

Probably a dozen flashed through my mind in less than a second. I'd been 'cock watching' since my first morning at the gym. But if I lied about it, Kayla would know. So I used another ploy. I over exaggerated the truth, making the truth sound like a lie. "SURE! Bunches of them! I've been thinking about setting a stool next to the shower and offering blow jobs to anyone that walked by!"

"I'd think you'd be more apt to set up your stool by the urinals," she teased. "That way you could get some pee to go with your cum."

Now that was an idea I could wrap my dirty little mind around! It was very similar to the one I'd had since those days at the rest stop bathroom. Kayla interrupted those pleasant thoughts.

"Speaking of showers, I think we ought to start getting you ready for your big day. Let's both pretend we're horny little girls getting ready for a date with a big hunky guy that we want to be so turned on by our beauty that he carries us off and fucks us senseless."

I had to laugh at that. "Do girls really think that way when they're getting ready for a date?"

"I did every time we went out. And most of the women I've talked to do too."

"Then why did we wait so long before we started fucking?"

Kayla laughed and shook her head, telling me, "Damned if I know. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Now it looks like the dumbest thing we ever did." Then she got up and pulled me after her. "Maybe we can make up for some of that wasted time. Let's start with a nice hot bubble bath."

I'd joined Kayla for a bubble bath in the past and had often helped her shave her legs too. That had usually been an intro into a sexy morning or afternoon. But this time, we helped each other shave and that was a totally new experience. I'm not at all hairy, but it still felt funny having her shave my legs and especially under my arms.

As far as sex was concerned, I was told to, "Save it. You might need it later." Naturally I'd fantasized that something awesomely sexual might occur with me and the three women, but that remark was the first clue I'd been given that it might not all be in my head. That thought did NOTHING to decrease my arousal.

And it didn't help when Kayla insisted we put on our sexy lingerie as soon as we were out of the tub and dried off. I'm not sure if it was the lingerie turning me on or the thought of what putting on lingerie always led to. Either way, my erection kept interfering with Kayla's dressing me. I hinted that there was only one way to make it more manageable, but Kayla just smiled and shook her head. Suddenly I felt a thump on my prick like she'd flicked it with her finger and I was amazed to see my hard on begin to shrivel before my eyes.

Almost in a panic, thinking she might have broken something, I asked, "What the hell did you do?"

"A little trick my mom showed me that I learned back in high school. When she was starting out as a nurse, she had to bath male patients and a lot of the time they'd get an erection. That's how they made them go away."

"You've never done that before."

"I've never done it to you before. But I did date several boys before we went steady. With you I never had a need to. I love playing with your cock when it's hard and always have. All those times I jacked you off while we were dating; I think I enjoyed it as much as you did. But I'm serious about tonight. I might decide to let Renee and Erin have their way with you."

"What about you? Are you just going to sit back and watch?"

"Maybe. Maybe not," she teased. "I guess we'll just have to see what happens."

That was the second time Kayla had hinted that my wildly erotic imagination and reality might be on a collision course. Thinking along those lines was beginning to make my prick respond and I used all the inner strength I could muster to will it to go away. I didn't want to get another of those thumps and still feared it might do some irreparable damage. I'd recently read an article in one of Kayla's women's magazines that said that women reach their sexual peak sometime in their thirties. We weren't quite there yet, so I took that to mean that things were great and going to get better. I didn't want my cock going on the disabled list at what could be the best part of my life.

Kayla had never mentioned that she might have experimented sexually with other boys before me. I wanted to ask about that but that wouldn't help my arousal problem at all. Then I got a brainstorm. "What if I wore your panty girdle, at least until we're ready to leave?"

She looked at me, her smile growing and said, "That's a great idea Tabitha. Let's see how it fits and looks and if it works, I can put you in that tight skirt. Then later, if you're a good girl, I can take the panty girdle off and let the other girls see the bulge in your skirt. If that doesn't get them going, nothing will."

That last remark gave me cause to consider. I'd previously come to the conclusion that her friends Erin and Renee were the sexual innovators and instigators. But that remark made it sound like Kayla was the one pushing for whatever happened that night. And that brought up a question that was long overdue.

"Kayla, when you came home last night, you weren't wearing the bra, panties and pantyhose you'd had on when you left for work. How come?"

She gave me that wicked, teasing smile. "Don't worry sweetie. I'm not having an affair. But it's sort of a long story and you'll just have to trust me. I'll tell you all about it tonight or tomorrow."

I had hoped for more of an answer, but knew when Kayla said, "later," it was useless to push for an answer now. So instead I let Kayla steer me through an afternoon of "Femininity 101". I never realized there were so many subtle differences in the way men and women walked and talked and sat down. By the time we got ready to go, a few hours later, I felt like I'd really gotten the hang of it. She'd had me practicing the big stuff for weeks on Fridays before she got home. So a lot of it was refinement of the things I'd been practicing. Still, walking out the door as Tabitha, out in the late afternoon sunlight where I might run into any of our neighbors, was a very heady experience.

I think in a lot of ways, I would compare it to the day I got married to Kayla. I was turning a huge page in the story of my life, opening a chapter that might lead in any of a dozen or more directions. And like my wedding day, the only thing I was absolutely sure of, was that I wanted Kayla to be with me.

Probably the one thing I was most concerned with, more than running into someone I knew or getting stopped for a traffic violation and having to show a policeman my male drivers license, was that when we got to Erin and Renee's house, they'd take one look at me and start laughing. I needn't have worried.

When we walked up the sidewalk of a well kept, older home, Renee opened the door and stepped back to let Erin greet us. They almost looked like twins; one a small redhead and the other with black hair. Erin just gushed over my appearance. After oohing and ahhing and telling me how pretty I looked, she turned to Renee and said, "Look darling, isn't Kayla's new girlfriend just gorgeous!"

"Yes indeed she is," Renee purred in a low sexy voice that, combined with the look she was giving me, made me suddenly feel like a sex object. Real women might object to that, but I loved it!

On the way, we'd stopped at a liquor store to buy a couple of bottles of wine, Kayla explaining that since we weren't going as man and wife, we needed to buy two bottles. But in the store she changed her mind when she saw these huge bottles of Champaign on sale. "I'm sure they have wine," she'd told me. "So you get one of these bottles of Champaign and I'll get some brandy." Since neither of us drink much at home, we'd spent more on those two bottles than we had on beer and wine in the last year. But the smiles of appreciation we got from Erin and Renee when we presented them our gifts made the expense worthwhile.

Since I was carrying the Champaign, Renee told me, "Come with me and let's get this iced down so we can begin enjoying it. She let me carry the bottle and led me by the arm into the kitchen where I again had a moment of fear.

The first scary moment had been walking out the door of our apartment. The second had been at the liquor store. The third had been at the door of Erin's and Renee's and now I felt it again as I walked into the brightly lit kitchen. It was one thing to be called gorgeous while standing in the shadows caused by the setting sun. But in the brightly lit kitchen, I felt like I was under spotlights. Although if anything was amiss in my appearance, Renee was kind enough not to mention it.

Instead, she got out a large water cooler, put the Champaign in it, packed it in ice, and set it on the floor to one side. Then she went about giving me an overview of the evening's menu and asked for my help preparing a platter of hors d'oeuvres. She complimented me again, telling me how cute and sexy I looked and I told her much the same. Closer examination had shown that Renee was wearing a sexy looking maid's uniform. So I wondered if maybe I'd misunderstood her relationship with Erin.

"That dress is really cute and sexy too. It looks like a maid's uniform. Do you work with Erin or for her?"

"Both," she said in that sultry voice I was beginning to love. "I work at the bank, but in a different department than Erin and Kayla. And this house was Erin's mom and dad's. It had gotten pretty run down the last few years her folks were alive, so I've been living here and helping Erin get it fixed up. She doesn't charge me to live here so I guess you could say I work for her too."

"As a French Maid?" I teased, and soon wished I hadn't been cute and added the 'French' part.

Renee replied, but I could pick out only a few words. Kayla and I had taken a semester of French our senior year in high school. So I was able to understand that Renee was saying something about 'the night' and '69' and 'making love' with her. I thought it best to pretend I didn't understand any of it and hoped I wasn't blushing enough to give myself away.

Her fluent French matched her small stature and black hair and just a hint of a Cajun accent. Ignoring what she'd said in French, I asked, "Did you remodel this kitchen?"

Renee smiled proudly. "Yep. I sure did. I'm as comfortable wearing a nail apron as I am one of these." As she said it, she flipped the hem of the little lacy white apron she'd put on before we'd begun stuffing cherry tomatoes with some sort of meat mixture she'd already prepared. "My dad was a contractor and my mom still works as a chef for a catering company."

"Quite a combination. It looks like you learned well from both of them. Who was the banker, or did you go into that on your own?"

Renee chuckled again. "My Uncle Leonard. He's the VP of the trust department where we work."

"Speaking of work," Erin said, leading Kayla into the kitchen to join us. "We were wondering what was taking so long. We were beginning to think we shouldn't leave you two girls alone together."

"Just finishing darling," Renee told her. "Tabitha was being a dear and helping me. Did you think I was trying to seduce our diner guests?"

Erin had her arm around Kayla's shoulders. "I think you've been trying to seduce this one since you started coming to our happy hour." Then when Renee acted like she was shocked, getting a chuckle from all of us, Kayla added, "And we all know you like girls like Tabitha the most."

Renee may have been the one being teased, but for some reason, I was the one that was blushing. And worse yet, I was beginning to wish I hadn't taken off the panty girdle in the car before we came in. Kayla had noticed, if no one else did. Maybe Renee, since she handed me an apron that helped hide the bulge.

"Aw, looks like we made my sweet little sissy blush," Kayla said, stepping to my side and patting me on the cheek. "I think she likes having Renee trying to seduce her. Don't you sweetie?"

Now I was blushing furiously. But I couldn't make myself answer. Instead, Renee came to my rescue.

"I think it's mean of you two to make fun of Miss Tabitha her first time out. Now if you'll just let us finish, we were about to bring out the hors d'oeuvres."

"Well don't finish without us," Erin quipped as she and Kayla left the room giggling.

Any chance that Renee didn't realize I was masquerading as a woman went out the window with her remark. She'd accepted me so completely and without comment that it had done wonders for my confidence. But I did appreciate her sticking up for me. And while it might have been pointless to continue to be so diligent about maintaining a feminine appearance, for the moment at least I was very much enjoying being Tabitha. So I continued to strive to be as ladylike as possible, in spite of the occasional remarks from Kayla and Erin who were having great fun at my expense, referring to me as a 'sissy' and worse.

By the time we finished the finger food and over half the bottle of Champaign, we were all a little giddy and I was acting as silly and giggling over nothing like the other three women. And at that point, none of us were being especially ladylike. It really started getting bad when I needed to use the bathroom.

"I need to use the toilet," I told our hostesses. "Could someone point me in the right direction?"

"Good thing we didn't go out to eat," Kayla teased. "Tabitha wouldn't know whether to use the men's or lady's."

"Probably piss her panties before she figured out there wasn't a urinal in the girl's room," Erin added, getting another round of giggles from her and Kayla.

"Oh she LOVES to piss her panties," Kayla informed out hostesses. "Maybe I better go with her to make sure she takes her panties off and pisses in the commode and not all over your floor."

"Or we could send Renee," Erin suggested. "But then we might never get our supper. She's as big a piss freak as you two."

Indignantly, I told them, "I really think I can do it right and by myself if someone will be so kind as to show me which direction. Otherwise I suppose I could piss on the front porch and wave at your neighbors."

"I guess you better tell her," Kayla said. "She'd probably do it."

When they finally pointed down the hall and told me, "Second door on the left," I was surprised that no one came with me. Kayla reminded me to take my purse and check my makeup like a good girl. By the time I got back, the conversation had gotten worse.

"Guess what you're eating for supper tonight Tabitha?" Kayla said as soon as I was back in the room.

"I'm almost afraid to guess," I answered honestly. Renee had mentioned chicken, asparagus spears, and au gratin potatoes, but I knew none of that would have the ladies giggling. "Please tell me what we're having?"

"You're eating COCK for supper," Kayla almost shouted and she and Erin rolled with laughter

"Coq au vin," Renee corrected. "Chicken in red wine with mushro . . ."

"Still sounds like cock to me," Erin interrupted. "We all love to eat cock. We're having cock for supper and maybe more cock for dessert."

Erin and Kayla were enjoying their play on words. I was blushing, being the only 'cock' in the crowd. Renee nodded, telling them, "While that is a VERY pleasant thought, I think we'd better get some food in us before we have too much more to drink."

"The more we drink, the more we pee!" Erin reminded Renee, grinning at Kayla. "Don't you and Tabitha want some pee with your dessert?" Kayla smiled back at Erin and the two women lifted their glasses and clicked them together in a toast to the suggestion.

Renee stood up. "Another pleasant idea," she told Erin. "But let's worry about dessert AFTER we have supper." Then she turned to me and asked, "Will you be a dear and help me bring it out?" Still looking at me, Renee nodded her head in the direction of Kayla and Erin on the couch and added, "I'm afraid these two might drop something."

"Bitch," Erin said as we walked to the kitchen. Then to Kayla, and loud enough for us to be sure to hear, she said, "Since they're serving cock, I bet they do it on their knees."

Renee and I smiled at each other, leaving the other two giggling behind us.

During the course of the diner, which proved Renee to be as excellent a cook as we'd been told, we finished the Champaign and a bottle of wine too. All the food and the cheesecake we had for dessert should have helped absorb some of the alcohol. But a short time later, after Renee had cleaned off the table with my help, as we sipped our brandy in the living room later, the sexual banter and innuendos began again, with Erin and Kayla leading the way.

Even Renee and I were part of it this time. Then Erin suggested we watch a movie, Renee, suggested we play games, and Kayla proposed we do both. So Renee got two game boxes out of a closet while Erin put a tape or DVD in the player and then positioned us at the table so that she and Kayla could watch the movie over Renee and my shoulders.

Indicating the two boxes she'd set on the table, Renee asked Erin, "Which one?"

"That's up to our guests." Turning to Kayla for a decision, she explained, "One of them is naughty and the other one is just plain nasty!"

I was surprised, everything else considered, that Kayla told her, "Nasty is good, but let's be naughty first."

The naughty game really wasn't all that naughty. But it did involve a shot glass and more drinking - like we really needed that. By the time we started on the 'nasty' game, I was feeling all the booze we'd consumed and it seemed like everyone else was too. Maybe that's why it took me so long to notice that the movie that kept getting Erin and Kayla's attention was a porno flick.

At one point both of the ladies 'oohed' at the same time, causing Renee and I to turn in our seats to see what they were 'oohing' about. In the center of the scene, a woman that looked much like Kayla was naked on her hands and knees, her tits swaying to the rhythm, as one big cocked guy fucked her from behind and another was shoving his equally as big dick half way down her throat.

"Ever tried that?" Kayla asked her friend.

"No," Erin answered. "But Renee has."

"Hush!" Renee told her, blushing as she finished passing out the material to play the second game.

"Two cocks at one time - I'd think you'd want to brag about it," Kayla teased Renee. I was definitely seeing a side of my wife that I'd never seen before. If their Friday evening happy hour sessions were anything like this, I was getting more tempted than ever to have Tabitha join them.

Then Renee explained the rules of the second game and Erin added, winking at me, that since there weren't any members of the opposite sex available, what we'd do instead was use the opposite side of the table. I don't remember what the name of the game was, but to me, it seemed like the old 'Truth or Dare' game with dice, question and dare cards, and a spinner thing that determined who did what to who.

It wasn't until we'd been playing a while, pausing every few minutes when Erin or Kayla would let out another 'ooh', that it occurred to me that there might be a good chance I'd been set up. For one thing, each player was supposed to choose a color, but Renee had assigned us our colors without asking. Then I noticed, when some of the questions I had to answer seemed to hit VERY close to home, that some of the question and dare cards were hand written.

My last lucid thoughts seemed to disappear about the time that the brandy bottle went dry and someone suggested we could do shots of tequila instead. I remember Renee had to take a shot of booze and pass it to the person on her left, which was me. That turned into a kiss that had Renee's tongue almost into my throat while Erin and Kayla cheered her on. Not long after that, Kayla had to pass a shot of booze to Erin and Renee and I cheered them on as they began feeling each other's tits while they kissed.

As the game progressed, Kayla and Erin almost always chose to remove an article of clothing. They were both naked, and happy to be that way it seemed, before they began answering questions. Since I couldn't take off much at all without destroying my female appearance, I chose instead to answer questions and those questions seemed to always perfectly fit things that I'd revealed to Kayla in the last few months that we'd been sharing our secrets. So if I didn't admit those same things to Erin and Renee, Kayla would have known I was lying. Renee had a few extra layers in her costume, so she teased us, taking off something one time and revealing a sexy secret from her past the next.

I can remember that one of her questions was, "What was it like the first time you sucked a cock?" and I'd almost salivated, listening to her describe the first time she had sucked off a man that was a neighbor when she'd been in her teens. So when I got the same question a short time later, I didn't hesitate to tell them about getting caught by Kenny's brother and having to suck his cock and then the cocks of his friends.

When Kayla was asked to describe the kinkiest thing she'd done as a teen, I thought she'd probably mention the incident where she'd peed her panties on the side of the road while I watched. She surprised me when she told how she and her friend Raylynn had peed into thermos bottles prior to a football game and while everyone else in the stands was drinking hot chocolate, the girls were drinking each other's hot piss.

Somewhere along in there, the game got forgotten and everyone was describing some wild and kinky incident from their past that involve pee and then everyone was talking about having to pee. The last thing I remembered was being told that Kayla and I would be spending the night and the guest room was all fixed up for piss freaks like us and then I was laying in the middle of the bed while Kayla and Erin took turns peeing in my face and Renee peed on my cock and then sucked my cock while I peed and kept going until I'd given her a load of cum too.

After giving Renee my cum, the lights went out for me and didn't come back on until Kayla woke me.

As I reached for the cup of coffee being passed to me, I became aware that I still had on the bustier from the previous evening. Wiggling my legs under the covers let me know that I was still wearing stockings. The panties Renee had pulled down to access my prick had been put back in place. If it had been Kayla's plan for us to spend the night, I wondered if she might have secreted some extra clothing in the trunk or someplace. The heady aroma of stale wet pee was almost as good an eye opener as the coffee and seeing Erin bring it.

As my memory strived for detail, Erin put the two remaining cups on the table next to the bed and raised the bed covers to scoot across the King size bed and slide in behind Kayla. Playing in piss soaked sheets didn't seem to bother Erin at all. I'd propped myself on one elbow to drink the coffee, glad it wasn't scalding hot - I really needed it in my system as soon as possible. Kayla had moved up in the bed to sit back against the headboard and when Erin snuggled up next to her, I was looking up at two sets of beautiful female breasts.

Kayla's right nipple was inches from my face, close enough that all I had to do was lean forward to suckle it. After filling my mouth with hot coffee, and swallowing only some of it, I closed my lips over that nipple that seemed to be calling me to it. That got Kayla's attention and whatever she and Erin were whispering about got put off for the moment. As Kayla purred with delight, I took another mouthful of coffee and gave her other nipple the same treatment.

By then, Erin had figured out what I'd done. "That's neat!" she commented. "I've never seen or heard of that before. Feels good huh?"

"Yeah," Kayla sort of groaned. "Want to try it?"

I grinned to myself; thankful I'd left at least two more swallows of coffee in my cup. But I should have known that Kayla wasn't going to give me first shot at those cute freckled tits of Erin's. Before I could make a move of my own, Kayla was rolling away from me and bending her head so she could do to Erin what I'd done to her. The response she got from Erin was much the same. Not to be left out and being careful not to spill what was left of my coffee, I threw back the covers and leapfrogged the two ladies until I was on Erin's far side and I had access to her other tit.

Not only did I think of it as a nice way of paying back our hostess for an enjoyable evening, it also gave me an excellent view of my wife sucking on another woman's breast. The previous evening, when we'd been playing games, a few times Erin and Kayla had drawn a dare card that required them to suck on the tit of the closest woman. Since they were sitting next to each other and Renee and I were on the other side of the table, they suckled each other. Our vantage point from across the table limited our view to the back of one head or the other. Now I was up close and watching as my wife made love to another woman's tit and what Kayla did to Erin's right breast, I did to the left one.

Then Kayla paused to set her coffee cup down and free her hand for more useful purposes. As I continued to suck on Erin's tit, Kayla resumed on the other one and then slid her hand down across Erin's belly, stroking and tickling as she went in the same way that she likes for me to do her, until her fingers disappeared under Erin's panties, through her pubic hair, and over her mound to the delights below.

Soon Erin was squirming and moaning with pleasure and I had to see what my wife was doing that was getting such a sensual response from her friend. I slid down in the wet sheets and Erin immediately spread her legs to make room for me between them.

"Pull my panties off," I heard Erin say to no one in particular and since I was the only one in position to do that, I assumed she was talking to me. Erin lifted her legs straight up in the air, allowing me to get those panties off as she'd order, and then she used her hand on the back of my head to pull my face to within an inch of where Kayla's fingers were working their magic.

One second Kayla was using all of her fingers to slowly stoke Erin's entire pussy area and the next second they were a blur of activity and it was impossible for me to tell exactly what she was doing. One thing for certain, whatever she was doing was the right thing for Erin. Just like Kayla, when Erin had an orgasm, everyone within earshot knew about it.

I heard Kayla say, "Your turn," and at the same time, she withdrew her fingers from Erin's pussy. I wasn't sure if she was talking to me or Erin and what she meant for someone to take a turn at, but with Erin's pussy in front of my face, I wasn't about to pass up an opportunity.

Erin helped with soft suggestions like, "more" and "right there" and "now the other" and I soon worked out a pattern of licking and nibbling and stabbing with my tongue that met Erin's complete approval. Shortly I heard her say, "Here it comes," much like a man about to cum, and then it hit us both. Erin had a huge orgasm and my face was sprayed with Erin's hot piss.

That was the favorite way for Kayla and I to enjoy piss play at home and something we'd been doing for several months, as often as we could! Kayla had her biggest and best orgasms when she let her bladder go at the same time. I was sure it was more than a coincidence that Kayla's friend enjoyed the same thing and wondered, as I drank as much of the amber liquid as I could, how long Erin had been doing this - and who had taught her?

As Erin drifted back to earth, I moved out from between her legs and took up the same position between Kayla's. "Mmm, good idea," she murmured, when my tongue began licking her slit.

Now it was Kayla's turn to lay back and enjoy. Erin went after Kayla's breasts like Kayla had done hers. In between murmurs of approval for both of us, I heard Kayla tell Erin, "He was supposed to do Renee first, but it looks like she'll be last."

Erin paused to answer. "She'll be here in a minute. It takes her a lot longer to get everything in place and get ready in the morning." Then she went back to work on Kayla's tits.

"Don't forget you promised me a fuck." Kayla told her

Instead of answering, Erin moved down and eased me to one side to take my place at Kayla's pussy.

I was in awe. The previous evening while playing games, there'd been a lot of kissing and fondling and fingering and tit licking between Kayla and her friend. A few times they'd briefly kissed each other's slit. And back in the high school peephole days, from a very obstructed viewpoint, I'd seen Kayla and her friend Raylynn lick at each other. Now once again I was seeing the real thing from inches away.

After watching for a few minutes, I began to wonder what Erin would do if Kayla orgasmed and let her bladder loose. I had to assume the two had at least talked about it and if it happened, it shouldn't be a surprise. They both seemed to be into it. Again I speculated about the two women, wondering which one had taught the other, or if out of some wild and crazy coincidence, they both had arrived at the same point, loving a pissy wet orgasm.

Maybe that wasn't so farfetched, I decided. I thought of the times when I'd gone to the bathroom to jack off and peed too and of the times I'd gone in to pee and had jacked off while I was there. With men, you have to do one or the other. But with the female anatomy, doing both at the same time is possible. And it only stood to reason that it was highly likely for a woman, at some point in her life, to go to the bathroom needing to pee, and being horny at the same time, had fingered herself to orgasm, and at the same time her bladder had given way. And once it had happened, even by accident, they'd want to continue to find ways to make it happen again.

My speculation, as well as Kayla and Erin's enjoyment, was interrupted by a voice behind me. "I see they're at it again."

I recognized Renee's low sexy voice, but had to wonder how she'd be dressed. Erin had mentioned it took her longer. The sight that greeted me was something I would have never expected. Renee had dressed to look like a young girl. A very young girl. Her hair was in pigtails and much longer than I remembered so I assumed it was a wig. She had on a cute little baby doll style nightie with ruffles at the neck, arms, and hem. And that wasn't all that was ruffled. Over what appeared to be a very thick diaper, she had on plastic panties with ruffles across the butt.

I heard Kayla and Erin go back to their lovemaking, but I couldn't take my eyes off of Renee. At the same time, I had flashes of memory from my high school days when my buddy Kenny and I had imitated the girls by wetting our panties and then had tried wetting a few other things. We'd speculated that wearing and wetting diapers would be fun and had tried to make one out of a bath towel. But we didn't have any pins big enough to hold it in place and it had turned into more problems than it was worth.

It didn't seem to be a problem for Renee. And it looked to be thick enough that you could wet it for a week. Knowing I would if I had the chance, I wondered if Renee used it like that? Her next words confirmed that she did.

Looking at me, Renee said, "Mommy Erin was supposed to come back and change me after she brought y'all some coffee."

"Are you wet or, uh . ."

"Wet," she told me. "I don't mess in my diapers. But it's very wet. I LOVE the way my diaper feels when it's this wet. But Mommy Erin won't let me run around the house when I'm this close to being leaky."

Suddenly I recalled that Kayla, when we were being playful and I was dressed as Tabitha, had made several remarks lately about me being her 'baby girl'. Could it be that she had intentions of dressing Tabitha in the same way that Renee was dressed? And would I also be encouraged to wet my diapers? Just as I was hoping that was true, and about to ask Renee some questions, Kayla's impending orgasm took all of our attention.

From months of experience, I recognized the mumbled words that preceded a good drenching. Erin and Renee recognized the subtle change in the tone of Kayla's voice and the fact that those words were now being hissed through clenched teeth. I turned back to Renee, softly mouthed, "Erin's gonna get soaked!" and then turned back to watch.

Just like 'Old Faithful', and right on time, as Kayla launched into her orgasm, a stream of hot piss erupted from Kayla's crotch. Erin attempted to put the tip of her tongue over the hole it was spewing from, but that was about like a child putting his finger over the end of a water hose. The pressure was way too great and pee splattered everywhere, including into Erin's open mouth. Then, heedless of the mess it made - it was after all her guest room - Erin closed her mouth and eyes and let the flow of piss splatter all over her face, Kayla's thighs, the bed, and me. I'd gotten as close as possible. I LOVE the taste of my wife's pee.

When I had moved in close, Renee had crawled on the bed to lay behind me and as I lapped splattered pee from Kayla's thigh, Renee reached across me to pull Erin's face to hers so she could lick Erin's cheeks and chin.

Now Kayla and Erin had both had tremendous wet orgasms, but the biggest climax of the weekend was just about to begin.

I still had my face close to Erin's so when Renee finished giving Erin's face a tongue bath, she asked me, "Don't you think Renee looks cute?"

"Yeah," I had to agree. "She does."

Immediately and eagerly Kayla jumped in. "Would you like for me to dress you that way?"

That answered my earlier speculation about whether Kayla might be leading up to something like this. Considering everything else that we'd done, I knew she had every intention of getting me into diapers and having me wet them. And I suspected she might want to try it herself. If she wanted me to be her little sissy, as she'd so often intimated, then I'd be glad to start right now.

"Could I wear diapers and wet them too?" I said in a voice that sounded as much like a child pleading as I could manage without experience.

Erin was beaming at me and looked up at Kayla who was also grinning broadly. "You were right again," Erin commented.

And that remark removed any doubt that this whole weekend was a carefully orchestrated plan that everyone was in on but me. It seemed like an awfully elaborate ruse, when she could have just asked me to wear diapers, but I knew enough about the female mind to know that I knew nothing about the female mind.

Turning back to me, Erin said, "I know Kayla brought a little nightie for you to wear. But you fell asleep before she could get you into it. I'll bet Renee would be glad to let you borrow some of her diapers and some plastic panties. If you haven't been to the bathroom yet, I'm sure you can wet in your diaper like Renee does. Maybe she'll even let you change her?" She was talking to me, but looking at Renee. So I turned to see Renee's response and was greeted with a smile as big as my own and a nodding head.

Kayla had brought some extra clothes for me and I'd assumed they were male attire in case we wound up going out someplace. But now I suspected, if she'd packed a nightie for me, that it had been her intention all along to spend the night and there was a very good chance she knew all about Renee wearing and wetting diapers and had probably intended to get me in them the previous evening if I hadn't succumbed to the booze and passed out early.

Yet the most amazing thing of the moment was that with two beautiful naked women laying next to me, it was the thought of dressing like the little girl behind me, in diapers and wetting those diapers, that was making my prick get increasingly hard in my wet panties. And if I was going to change Renee's wet diaper, I'd finally get a chance at her pissy wet crotch too. I'd eaten out the other two women, last night and again this morning, but the previous evening, I'd passed out right after Renee had sucked me off.

One thing for certain, Erin was right about me needing to pee. But I was sure I could hold it a few more minutes to get a diaper on.

As Renee and I exited from one side of the bed, Erin got out on the other side and the last thing I saw, as Renee led me from the room, was Erin putting on the same kind of harness with a dildo in it that Kayla had come home with on Friday night. Looking back, those 36 hours seemed more like 36 weeks. I wanted very much to stay and watch the two women, but Renee was insistent and I assumed her diaper must be very wet indeed. As I followed her down the hall, I could see that the crotch of her diaper was hanging at mid-thigh and that would account for her urgency. She probably needed to pee some more and had no room for it in the diaper she was wearing. If she needed to pee that bad, and was anything like Kayla and Erin, I had a much better idea about how she could empty her bladder. I was more than willing to drink some pee with a Cajun flavor.

So I was very surprised when Renee ignored her own needs and insisted on diapering me first. She began by helping me get out of the wet lingerie I'd had on since the night before. And being the little sweetheart that she is, she gave my erection some affection before pushing me back on the bed. Then she asked, "Cloth or disposable?"

My education was continuing. I'd seen cloth diapers on elephants and gorillas so I expected they could be cut and folded to fit any size adult. But a disposable diaper in a size to fit an adult was new to me. "What do you wear?" I asked, without thinking. My stupidity was quickly pointed out to me.

"Both," she told me.

Of course, I thought, already mentally chastising myself. She wouldn't have had both available if she didn't wear both. But I think I already made it clear that I'm not a morning person.

Then she explained further. "Around the house I almost always wear cloth. But if I wear diapers away from here - like when I meet the girls for happy hour - I wear disposables. With a super big pad, they'll hold a lot."

A little voice in the back of my brain questioned why she'd have to meet the other girls for happy hour if they all worked together. But then I remembered that Renee was in a different department and probably worked different hours. Probably the more important question was why did she have to wear diapers to happy hour, but I never thought to ask it.

"Cloth," I decided and gave Renee and explanation. "There's a baby girl at our apartment complex at the toddler stage that I've seen running around in the most precious little outfits. And I think those plastic panties with the ruffles you have on are really cute."

"Kayla said she thought you were a natural born sissy and I think she's right." Then when she saw a look of indignation cross my face, she told me, "Now don't go getting all upset. I'm sure the guys where you work, or at the gym might be troubled if they learned you had a sissy side. But around here it's a good thing - a VERY good thing. I know Kayla is hoping you'll really enjoy being put in diapers and I think she's also hoping that you'll want to diaper her too. She told us she's never been more in love with you than she has since you've been dressing as Tabitha for her."

I knew that was true and not just because Kayla had told me the same thing. Since we'd entered what Kayla referred to as our, "period of honesty," we were much closer and more in love than at any time over the last ten or twelve years. She was also right about the guys at work and the gym. I wouldn't want them thinking of me as a sissy, but with her and her girlfriends it was a whole different story. So if being a sissy for Kayla was what she wanted, then a sissy I would be. And maybe I'd even be honest and admit I found the idea exciting too!

However the best part was that diapers - and wetting them I'm sure - was something that Kayla wanted to share with me. I could already imagine the fun we could have if we added that to our weekend merriment. So while my erection was standing proudly, almost begging for attention, as far as I was concerned, Renee couldn't get that diaper on me soon enough, so that I could begin wetting it and show it off to Kayla.

But first Renee had to show it off to me. "If you like these, Erin knows a place to order them. They're ten times better than trying to fold your own," she told me, handing me the diaper so I could inspect it before she put it on me.

I could see why Renee was so proud of something as silly and sissy as an adult size diaper. I was far from an expert on the subject, but I could tell it was a handmade work of art, skillfully made by someone that understood the needs or desires of grownups that liked to wet themselves and wet themselves a lot!

In the area around the waist and where the material overlapped for pinning it on, the diaper appeared to be about three of four layers of material thick. But as you got toward the center and into the crotch area, the diaper got progressively thicker. In the area that would be between my legs, the diaper was about as wide and thick as my wrist and then it fanned out over my butt and up the front. I was ready to order a package, or whatever quantity they came in, before I ever tried it on.

Renee got the diaper pinned in place, then asked, "What color is your nightie?"

I had to blush a little at that. Renee was assuming that as a part-time sissy, I only had one nightgown. Since Kayla and I had been doing the 'Tabitha' thing, Kayla had picked up three for me to wear and she'd also had me wear a few of hers. I explained that to Renee and told her, "I really didn't know she'd packed an overnight case so I have no idea what she packed in it."

"What's the shortest and sissiest looking of the bunch?"

I thought about that a minute and told her, "Either a black one that has ruffles on it kind of like yours, or a really short pink one."

"Got just the thing," she said, turning back to her dresser. There were two dressers in the room and I assumed the one Renee was pulling all the diapering supplies out of was hers. When she turned around again, she was holding up a pair of plastic pants in one hand and a large pair of panties in the other. And they were not the ordinary style of panties by any means. "I'm guessing she brought the pink one. That would show off your diapers more."

Renee let me hold the panties while she pulled the plastic pants in place. They looked to be a standard pair of ladies pink briefs that someone (maybe the same someone that had made the diapers?), had decorated. There were several rows of black lacy ruffles across the rear and a few across the front. They were every bit as delightful as the ones Renee was wearing or that I'd seen on our neighbor's toddler. And they too had to be explained to a newbie to the diapered sissy world.

"I've got a few that are like the ones I have on that are panties with a plastic liner. But it's easier to find panties like that in a large size and wear them over your diapers and regular plastic pants."

I thought about that and had to comment. "You say 'regular' like you can find diaper supplies for adults just about anywhere."

"You'd be amazed!" Renee told me. "Go on the Internet sometime and do a search for 'adult baby' or 'diapered sissy' or any combination. That's how Erin found the lady that makes these diapers and she lives here in town about half way between here and the airport. She also makes baby girl clothes for adult men and I saw one dress she was making for a guy that must have weighed two or three times what you weigh. We could both get in it and invite the girls to join us. She made that French Maid outfit I had on last night too. And there are dozens more just like her that do the same thing. Erin picked her because she was local and I could try things on to be sure they fit."

I'd thought Kayla and I were way out there in the world of sexual variation, but I was discovering we'd barely made it past our doorstep. I thought about the Adult Sex store that Renee had taken Kayla to that was supposed to be somewhere off the Bedford highway and asked Renee about it.

"Well it's not as big as a Wal*Mart store or anything like that, but you'd be amazed at that too. They've got a ton of things like the toys that Kayla bought. Erin and I have gone there several times."

Even as he was talking about Erin and Kayla, we could hear the sounds of Kayla's impending orgasm down the hall. We both had to smile at the thought of the two of them fucking like man and woman and since I was now diapered, I was tempted to run back to witness in person something I'd only seen in pictures. But we'd been sent off for the primary purpose of changing Renee's diaper and we hadn't even begun to do that. Besides, talking in private to Renee was filling in a lot of the missing bits of information that my wife was privy to. I had a lot of catching up to do.

Hesitatingly, I asked about something that had been at the back of my mind since Kayla had mentioned it. "Kayla said that there were, uh, movie booths, or, uh, something, uh, where guys go for blowjobs."

Renee smiled at my bashfulness. "Yeah they do. It's like little cubicles where one or two people can watch porno flicks and there's always a bunch of guys in there giving head or getting blown. They also have a small theater where a lot of couples go to meet other couples or pick up an extra guy to have sex with." Then she raised and eyebrow and smiled bigger and asked, "Were you thinking about getting a blow job? Or giving one?"

Getting my cock sucked hadn't been a problem in nearly ten years. Kayla would gladly suck me off any time and any place I was in the mood. And if I didn't ask often enough, she'd do it on her own. I think that the fact that she got so much enjoyment out of doing it for me was one of the big reasons my own experiences from years past were kept alive like a burning ember. Every time Kayla blew me it was like blowing on that ember, making it glow a little brighter all the time.

I'm sure my face was burning too when I answered, "Giving one." For some reason I felt a special kindredness to Renee, maybe because she'd sucked me off the night before, the only person to do that besides Kayla since back when I'd sucked one myself. But there was something more, something I could sense and couldn't put words to. Whatever it was, it made it easy for me to tell her, "I haven't done it in years, but we've been talking about it and I've been thinking about it a lot."

She smiled at me and nodded, understanding the dilemma of a man wanting to do something that wasn't exactly forbidden in most places, but certainly frowned on just about everywhere. "I'm sure we can help you," she purred in that sexy voice, but didn't tell me how.

That reminded me that I was supposed to be helping her. "I think I'm supposed to be helping you change your diaper."

"And I think we're supposed to wait. Have you started wetting yours yet?"

I wasn't sure what we were supposed to wait on, but I was certain I couldn't wait another moment to begin peeing in my diaper and let go a flood. I was again amazed, this time that the diaper didn't leak. And DAMN, it felt GOOD! As the hot pee flowed around my crotch - a feeling I'd always enjoyed - I realized that this time, because of the thick material of the diaper, it stayed there. The thick diaper held the warm pee in place where it felt the best. And DAMN, it felt GOOD!

I was busy enjoying this delightful new sensation and Renee was enjoying herself, watching my amusement, so that neither of us realized Kayla and Erin had entered the room until Kayla spoke.

"You look precious! Do you like it?"

"Do I ever!" I told her with great enthusiasm. "Wearing a diaper is like when you pee on me, only the feeling stays."

"I know," Kayla told me, nodding and smiling.

She'd never mentioned wearing diapers in the whole time I'd known her. Had it been something she and Raylynn had tried? "When did you wear a diaper?" I asked.

"Last Friday night. We got a little drunk and started making dares. We'd been talking about the store where I bought those toys and Renee dared me to go with them to the store. She'd told me about what went on in back so we dared her to suck a cock while we watched. Then she said she would if I'd wear a diaper when we went to the store. We always make Renee wear a diaper when she meets us for happy hour 'cause she can't use the bathroom and I guess I'd been teasing her about it. So we stopped by here and they diapered me and put me in one of Renee's little girl dresses and that's what I wore to the store. And I kept wetting myself the whole time I was wearing the diaper. I really like it and I was hoping you would too."

"No problem there. Renee said Erin knows a lady here in town that makes them. If you like it too, maybe we should get some."

By that time, I'd moved to her side and gave her a hug. "Did you have a good fuck?" I asked. "You told Erin she owed you a good fuck."

"We had a GREAT fuck. If Raylynn had owned one of those things, you'd have never gotten me to go out on a date!"

Somehow I didn't quite believe that she would have ever become a total lesbian. But I wasn't bout to argue. "Sorry we missed the show," I teased. "Next time we want to watch."

"That's what we're here for, to watch," Erin told us.

"I meant watch y'all," I explained.

"And I meant watch you change Renee's diaper. We were afraid that maybe we'd missed it." Then she turned to Renee and asked, "Ready?"

"Very," was all Renee said, gleaming.

It suddenly seemed to me that an awful lot of significance was being put on what I would have considered a simple diaper change. Since I'd never changed a diaper, not even on an infant, I was sure my fumbling would provide them with a small degree of amusement. But apparently, they expected more. If they wanted a show, I'd give them one.

So after pulling off Renee's diaper cover, I buried my face in the soggy material and found doing so was an erotic thrill in itself. The smell and flavor of the wet diaper, as I munched on it gently, was sending messages to my cock, swelling significantly in my wet diaper. As I began to unpin Renee's diaper, Kayla moved in to where we were shoulder to shoulder, but she let me continue the operation by myself.

The big event, the moment they'd all been waiting for, didn't surprise me nearly as much as it should have. There'd been too many hints, so many little things that by themselves meant nothing but totaled up, must have been telling my subconscious mind what my conscious mind refused to believe. Renee was a man.

That would explain the question I'd been afraid to ask about why Renee couldn't use the bathroom at the bar where they went for happy hour. It explained a hundred other questions I could have and should have asked, going back to when I had the first inkling that the cards were stacked for our after diner games. And I might have asked them then, but as I looked at Renee's swelling cock, the cock I now was holding lovingly in my hands, there was something else that I realized that was truly a surprise and confirmed more than anything else that I was the object of a well prepared plan.

The shaft of Renee's prick was much like my own, in both length and diameter. The big difference was the size of Renee's cockhead. It was dark and full and the size of a plum. In fact it almost looked like a plum stuck on the end of a thick white broomstick. I'd seen that cock before.

Looking up at Renee, who was watching every nuance of my reaction, I asked, "Ron?"

I got the grin and nod I expected. Renee was the same guy, Ron, that had just started working out at the gym I went to three times a week. I was certain without asking that it was no coincidence at all that he'd picked a locker near mine, shown off his equipment, and let me see his interest in the other men coming and going from the showers. I was positive that Kayla and Erin had played a role in that, just as they'd been playing me all weekend.

Then Kayla brushed my hands away from Renee's firm cock and pointing it toward me, whispered, "Suck it baby."

I had it in my mouth before she got to the 'y' in baby. After marinating in that soggy diaper, still bunched between Renee's thighs, that piece of meat was the most scrumptious thing I'd ever had in my mouth. 'My sissy mouth,' I thought with a new sense of pride. With Kayla and Erin cheering me on, I soon was rewarded with a big load of Renee's yummy cum.

They later joked that it took both Kayla and Erin, working together at full strength, to pull me off of Renee's spent cock. That wasn't quite true, but I did keep Renee's manhood in my mouth for an awfully long time after she'd shot her load. When she didn't get the hint, I raised my head to ask, "I was hoping you'd need to pee."

"Sorry," she told me. "Should have guessed. You were so damn good it messed up my mind. I wasn't thinking."

Then, as a little dribble of pee came forth, pushing itself past the remains of Renee's cum, I put that pretty plum back in my mouth. And from the reaction of the two ladies, the two real ladies I mean, that pretty plum would be finding it's way to my mouth quite often in the future.

Wearing and wetting diapers - dressing in lingerie - sucking cock. Aren't those the things a sissy is supposed to do?

I sure hoped so.

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