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 any combination of piss play, diapers, cross-dressing and other fetishes and perversions that may please the author's whims. The characters in these stories are fictional, but are mostly based on the author's true experiences, as well as the experiences of others he has met. Every attempt to conceal these identities has been made. These stories are placed in Nifty for the enjoyment of its readers and are not to be copied and/or distributed without the approval of the author.
This is the first of a continuing series of events in a fictitious neighborhood somewhere in the U.S. However, many of the characters and events are based on real people and situations I've been told about or experienced myself. So who knows, maybe these people could be your neighbors?
And Baby Makes Three
by Amber Fountaine
Chapter One
"I don't think there's any such thing as After-Play' if other people are like us," Kathy had once said to her husband Paul. She'd just read a story in one of her women's magazines that had extolled the importance of after-play' in sex and claimed that it was as important as foreplay' in creating a great sexual relationship. As far as Paul and Kathy were concerned, the article's author was preaching to the choir. The after-play' described in the magazine article had been a part of their sexual relationship from the first night they'd slept together.
The point Kathy had been trying to make when she'd made that statement was that in their case, after-play always became foreplay. Their languid cuddling and caressing after great sex always led to more great sex and that, in Kathy's opinion, meant that their after-play really was just foreplay for the next round.
Tonight was no different Paul thought as Kathy began to fondle his wilted prick. He knew in just a minute, the head that was resting on his chest would begin a slow journey down his nearly hairless body until those fingers playing with his cock would be replaced by her sweet lips. Then she'd swing around and offer him her cum filled pussy, a flavor he'd loved to eat since the first time they'd made love over seven year ago. There were two alternatives to that scenario, either of which were equally pleasurable and produced the same result. In one, Paul made the first move, licking her pussy before she could begin to revive his cock. In the other, more likely to happen between rounds two and three than between one and two, they'd both fondle each other and talk about their sexual fantasies, using words as much as physical contact to stimulate their mate.
So Paul was wrong, because instead of beginning a trail of wet kisses from his nipples to his crotch, Kathy began to talk. Tonight they'd discuss fantasies after round one. That was fine with Paul as he knew that either way, round two was sure to follow.
"Remember when we used to talk about three-somes?" Kathy began.
Paul remembered. They talked about them all the time during their after-play fantasy sessions, including the last time they'd made love, just before Paul's trip. So he assumed, from the way she'd phrased her question, that she meant in the earlier years of their marriage, when they'd seriously discussed having a third and maybe fourth person in their bed. Those discussions had gone well beyond the what if' and we could' and `how would you like to' sort of talk that made up their fantasy dialogues. At one point they'd actually picked a couple of people that they'd both agreed they'd like to have join them. There was a guy that Kathy knew from work that had appealed to her and that they both thought would have been an ideal third and a woman they'd known from church, of all places, that Paul had been especially hopeful would be the one if it went that far.
It had begun when Kathy had revealed, prior to their wedding, that Amy, her Maid of Honor and roommate at the moment, was also her lover. "We don't have sex all the time," Kathy had told him, whispering in his ear in a post-coital moment. "But there are times when it's the best thing for both of us. I suppose I'll miss that."
Paul had wanted to suggest other possibilities, his mind immediately conjuring up some great ideas where Kathy wouldn't have to miss anything, but he'd been so stunned by Kathy's revelation that the words had stuck in his throat. So it was only logical, the first time the newly married couple discussed fantasies, that Amy, Kathy's long time friend, should be mentioned. Unfortunately, since they were now living on opposite ends of the country from Amy, actually inviting her to join in their love-life wasn't practical. However, they discovered that talking about the things they could do if such a meeting were to take place was almost as exciting as if it was actually happening. That's when fantasy talk had become a regular part of their sex life.
Not long after that, they'd met Jerry, one of their neighbors in their apartment complex, and the possibility of the third person being a guy was discussed. Somewhat to Kathy's surprise, Paul hadn't been at all upset by that prospect, and while he claimed to have no gay or bisexual urges, he'd told Kathy that he thought he'd enjoy seeing her in action with another man and possibly tasting that man's cum in her. In fact, over a relatively short time, as they discussed it, Paul's attitude changed from acceptance to where he'd been urging her to do it.
The closest they'd come had been with Howard, the guy Kathy knew from work. They'd even invited him over for dinner a couple of times and the second time, just as they were about to invite him to spend the night - in their bed of course - Howard had thanked them for being such good friends and then told them that he was gay and only out to a few good friends and that he felt comfortable telling them, as he was sure they'd keep his secret. They'd tried to laugh it off, deciding to do a little better job of selecting the next guy, but they never had. Mary Lou, the woman from their church that had admitted to Kathy that she had strong sexual urges' had been another disappointment, never getting as far as the invite to dinner' stage. About the time they'd decided to make their move on Mary Lou, she'd showed up at church with her new fiancé. They'd taken a positive attitude about the unexpected event and the unforeseen opportunity for a four-some was discussed, but Mary Lou's fiancé didn't seem the type for that.
After those incidents, they'd relegated their discussions of expanding their sexual limits to fantasy talk, concluding over time that the reality could never be as good as their shared fantasies. When Amy had visited a couple of years later, they'd talked about having her join them, but had never made any attempt to make it really happen. They'd concluded by then that their fantasies were probably much wilder and more exciting than the people they'd fantasized about so why spoil the fantasy.
However, women have been known to change their minds. So Paul's first assumption, when Kathy mentioned the times when those discussions had been serious, was that she'd met a guy that she wanted to try in the sack. "Yeah, I remember," Paul told her. Then he teased her a little. "Did you meet some guy you're sure isn't gay?"
Kathy laughed, remembering the fiasco with Howard. "No. I want to tell you about something that happened while you were out of town."
Paul almost panicked, thinking maybe Kathy had had an affair and was about to tell him about it. The one thing they'd agreed on, from the first time the subject had come up, was that if either of them felt the urge to go beyond their marital boundaries, it would be with the full knowledge of the other. He'd had a few near misses himself; being a good-looking guy that had to travel a lot, but he'd kept himself in check. Maybe Kathy hadn't been so faithful. "Did, uh . . Did you meet someone?" he asked fearfully.
Kathy knew and understood her husband much better than he realized and was well aware of what had prompted the question and the cause of the fear in his voice. "Calm down sweetie. No, I didn't find us another guy to share. And I'd hardly call Erin someone I just met."
Paul did calm down, at least to some extent. But he had picked up on the way she'd remarked that a guy would be something they'd share.' Never, in any of their previous fantasy discussions, had they talked about the possibility of Paul having sex with the other guy. There'd been a few jokes made of Howard being exclusively interested in Paul, and how Kathy would be left out, but that had been years ago and was as far as they had gone on that subject. He'd never once mentioned his long held, secret fantasy of having a cock in his mouth, nor had he ever given Kathy any hint of that fantasy. Then he decided that Kathy had used the share' word to segue into a discussion of Erin.
Erin's name had come up several times in their fantasy talks and thinking back, Paul was sure it had been Kathy that had more often mentioned her. She'd been their neighbor for almost two years. In Paul's estimation, Erin was one of those women that could look so plain that she'd be almost nondescript, or could fix herself up to be magazine cover beautiful. Paul had never been able to figure her out. She might be out pushing her lawn mower, wearing next to nothing, looking drop-dead gorgeous, and inspiring Paul to masturbate if Kathy wasn't home. Then the next day he'd see her leaving for work looking like death warmed over. Erin had gotten divorced just a few months prior to when Paul and Kathy had bought the house next door to her. They knew Erin dated, and one guy, Ronnie, seemed to have the inside track, as they'd met him a few times. However Ronnie, who seemed to be loud, pushy, and boisterous, had never made Paul and Kathy's fantasy list. So Paul's curiosity was definitely piqued at the mention of Erin in what appeared might be a serious discussion of a three-some.
"No," he told her, slipping the arm around her shoulder a little lower so he could cup one breast in his hand and fondle her nipple. "I wouldn't call Erin someone you just met. So what happened to Erin, or with Erin, or what?"
"We got drunk," Kathy began. Then she went on to explain that the previous week, while Paul had been in Denver, Erin had decided to have an impromptu party to celebrate her birthday. It had been an all female party and being mid-week, most of the guests had gone home early. Monica had stayed, since she was spending the night, and Kathy had stayed, since she only needed to walk next-door to get home. When it was down to just the three of them, they'd switched from the wine they'd been drinking and started sipping brandy from a bottle Erin had been saving for a special occasion. The conversation had drifted to sex with each of the three ladies getting more and more revealing of their sexual secrets as the brandy bottle emptied. At one point, Kathy had commented to the ladies that she was laughing so hard that she'd almost peed in her panties and Monica had joked that maybe Erin should diaper her.
"I didn't take her seriously," Kathy told Paul. "But it turned out Monica hadn't been joking. She already knew things about Erin that I had never suspected. A little later, we started talking about the kinkiest things we'd done sexually, and Monica told us about when she'd been in her teens and had sucked off two of her father's best friends at the same time at one of her parent's parties. She said they were looking for the bathroom and opened her bedroom door by mistake and she was standing in front of the mirror in just her bra and panties. When they seemed interested, she invited them in and had no problem convincing them to take out their cocks and letting her suck them. Then when it was my turn, I told them how you like to drink my pee and they said that didn't count because it was something kinky that you did. So then I told them how sometimes I dress you in my lingerie and pretend you're a woman making love to me and they decided that counted, but only sort of, since you did the dressing and all I did was pretend."
Paul might have been embarrassed at that revelation except that he didn't know Monica at all, had no expectation of ever meeting her, and a few months back, Erin had caught him dressed in one of Kathy's nighties. Erin already knew about that little secret. Kathy had been doing something on the back patio, and unknown to Paul, had started an over-the-fence conversation with Erin. Since Kathy was still in her nightgown too, and the women didn't want to shout, Erin had used the side gates to join Kathy and not knowing she was there, Paul had gone to the patio door to speak to Kathy, coming face to face with Erin instead. She'd playfully teased him about it a few times, and it was now sort of an inside joke, and while he didn't flaunt it, he didn't hide his wearing lingerie from Erin.
However, Kathy had never mentioned his drinking her pee to anyone and wondered what sort of ribbing he'd get from Erin for that. He could just imagine Erin, with her elfish grin, having fun at his expense with that one! Yet that wasn't his biggest curiosity. "So what was it that Monica already knew about Erin?" He was hoping there might be some ammunition there that he could use if Erin's teasing got too bad.
"I was getting to that. When it was Erin's turn to tell us about her kinkiest thing, she told us how she and Ronnie would get into some sort of B&D/S&M thing where he ties her up or locks her in a closet for hours on the pretext that she's been a bad little girl. He makes her wear diapers and wet them until they're leaking and then spanks her for wetting her diaper. That's what Monica had meant about Erin putting a diaper on me. I didn't know that Erin keeps diapers to play in."
Wearing diapers was a subject that Paul had wanted to discuss with Kathy since the first day they'd met, at an apartment laundry room where he happened to be washing his diapers, mixed in with sheets and towels so as not to be noticeable. As yet, he'd never worked up the nerve to broach the subject. He gave a sort of shrug, like Kathy's news about Erin was no big thing. "So . . . do you want to try it?" he asked hopefully, yet trying to seem casual. If he could get her to wear a diaper, then he'd have a good excuse to try it too. Hopefully she'd decide she liked it. But even if she didn't, he could say he did and then be able to wear them in front of her, his problem finally solved.
Kathy raised her head to look him in the eye. "I don't know. It might be fun. Maybe you'd like it too." Then she laid her head back on his chest. She didn't need to wait for his answer. She had all the proof of his interest in her hand; enough proof for both hands actually. He'd gotten that hard.
"Anyway," she went on, "The reason I mentioned it, was because when I asked her about it, she said it was a lot of fun, but that Ronnie was too mean about it all and that she thought it was more fun with a woman. Then she winked at me."
"Did she say, Was more fun,' like she'd already tried it? Or, would be more fun,' like an invitation?" Paul asked.
"Was." She looked back up at him again. "I'm sure she and Monica are lovers. When I told them I had to leave, Monica told me I should stay and help put the baby to bed. She was planning to spend the night and wanted me to stay too. But the mood everyone was in, I was sure we'd all wind up having sex and I wanted to talk to you about it first." Then she watched his face for his reaction.
"Well," he said slowly, trying not to let his ragged breathing give him away. "If you get another chance, give it a try. You haven't been with a woman since Amy and I'm sure you miss it. Maybe an all girl three-some is just what you need. But if I can't be there, I want to hear ALL the details."
"Maybe you could be there. What if you were one of the girls?" she teased. "I don't know where Erin knows Monica from, but I don't think Monica and Erin get together that often. I think that's why Erin was sounding me out to see if I was interested."
Optimistically, he asked, "Did she mention me?"
"No, not when she was talking about that. But when I was leaving, she said next time they have a party they'd wait until `Miss Paula' could come with me."
"I . . . you know . . . we only do that here . . . and I don't dress up completely. I wouldn't fool anyone."
"You don't fool me when you tell me you don't want to." Then seeing that he was getting embarrassed and balking at the idea, she looked away, returning her attention to the stiff meat in her hand. She glance up quickly to tell him, "I think my pussy needs a refill," and then moved to straddle him, using the cum from their previous fuck to wet the way for his entry. She sank down, filling herself completely on the first try. A few minutes later, when she could tell they were both getting close, she paused to prolong their pleasure. Using just her inner muscles to squeeze and release him and continue her climb, she told him, "I guess maybe we should try it first."
For the last two minutes, Paul had been trying to calculate the square root of 333 in his head and had gotten as far as 18.2 something. He was good at math and had discovered doing square root in his head was an excellent way to prolong intercourse with Kathy. She was so damn good that if he didn't use some sort of trick, he'd cum way too soon. It had taken him a moment to realize she'd spoken. "Try what?"
"Diapers," she told him. "I got the impression that's what she and Monica do. Wear diapers and wet them. Maybe we should try it."
That was it for Paul. He should have stuck with figuring out if the next digit in his mental math problem was a four or five. Instead he'd had a brief mental image of Erin and another woman in wet diapers, cavorting on a wet bed and groaned out, "Yes," making it sound more like an air leak than a common word. At the same time, he sent four or five strong volleys of jism deep within Kathy's clutching pussy, unable to hold back a moment longer. He knew Kathy hadn't cum with him, but also knew how to solve that problem, As soon as he was sure he'd ejaculated all he was able to give her, he used his hands on the cheeks of her ass to lift her and pull her forward. Kathy knew what he wanted and wanted it too. Before the first drop of his cream had leaked out, she was in position over his gapping mouth, letting his tongue penetrate her. As he sucked on her cum filled pussy and licked her clit, her orgasm began building until she reached an incredible climax and gave Paul the surprise she'd intended for days.
She'd never quite understood why Paul enjoyed the taste of her pee, but a few times a year he asked for and got it. Usually it was in the shower after sex, but once, not long back, he'd had her pee in a glass and he drank it prior to sex. Watching him drain the glass of her amber liquid had made her more aroused than she would have expected and later, alone, she'd filled another glass and tasted it herself. She decided the taste wasn't particularly erotic, but the act of drinking it was. She hadn't told Paul that her discussion with Erin and Monica about his drinking her pee had been much longer and more detailed than she'd related. It turned out that Erin often masturbated with a full bladder and released it when her climax hit her, causing those climaxes to be some of the biggest and best. Kathy had promised to try it and had done it twice prior to Paul's return, filling her bladder and then masturbating. She'd been waiting for the right chance to do it with Paul. Her climax was too intense for her to tell his initial reaction – her eyes had been squeezed shut - but he certainly didn't seem to mind at all!
But then, she knew he wouldn't. In fact she knew a whole lot more about him now than she ever had. Again, thanks to Erin and Monica. She hadn't lied to Paul, except maybe for a little fib about how long Erin had been keeping that bottle of brandy. Mostly, she just hadn't told him the whole truth. It was a `woman thing' and Kathy, like most women, didn't see anything wrong with it. While she'd made it sound like the party had broken up late, and the chat about sex between the three women had taken at most an hour, the whole truth was that the party had started at six, ended by eight, and the sexual discussion between the three had lasted past midnight. It turned out that Monica was the IT person at the health care corporation where she worked. She'd begun the sex part of their discussion when she got into telling them that one of the most interesting things about her job was all the sexual things that she found on the employees computers and how she could get them fired for it, but instead was getting surreptitious pleasure from looking at all the things those employees thought were hidden.
That had segued into a discussion of sexual fantasies and the conclusion that all people had them. Then Kathy had speculated as to whether Paul might have anything hidden on their computer at home and while Erin made a last minute dash to the liquor store before it closed at nine, Monica and Kathy had gone next door to check Kathy's computer for files that Paul might have hidden. What they found had been quite a revelation to Kathy. That, along with the bottle of brandy that Erin brought back, had been the stimulus for their discussion of kinky sex. One of the most difficult things that Kathy had ever done in her life was turning down their invitation to stay and help put the baby to bed. She could just imagine how erotic it would be to diaper Erin or change her wet diaper or be diapered by one or both of the other women.
With Kathy and Paul returning to earth after a fantastic, if wet and messy, round two, it was only natural for them to pick up on the conversation that had been the motivation for what had just happened. In fact, Kathy would have been amazed if Paul had talked about anything else.
"I'm guessing," he began, trying to be casual again, "that since you've been wanting to talk to me about it, you're really interested in getting together with Erin to wear diapers?"
Kathy knew how to play her husband like he was a grand piano and she was a concert musician. She'd given him an opportunity to discuss his secret, now she was going to take it away. "Oh I don't care one way or the other about the diapers. But it would be nice I think to get to know Erin better. She did say she thought you looked really hot in lingerie. I got the impression you're not the first guy she's met that was into that. And I doubt she would have teased you about it if she didn't really like you."
Normally, in their fantasy talks, at that point they would have begun speculating about things they could do with Erin as a third partner in their bed. Kathy could tell that Paul was eager to discuss it and make some suggestions. She was certain those suggestions would include their experimenting with diapers. Instead, she jumped out of bed and told him, "Sorry about the mess. I guess I should have peed earlier. Let's get the bed striped and take a shower and we can talk more about it later."
Paul began to help her, assuring her that he wasn't at all upset about the impromptu pee session and making suggestions as to how they could incorporate what had happened into their lovemaking on a regular basis. Kathy ignored his suggestions. Every time he mentioned something sexual, she'd change the subject. Every time he mentioned Erin in some way, she'd change the subject. After a few minutes, Paul got the message that there'd be no more sex that morning. Fortunately, it was the beginning of the weekend or he would have been VERY disappointed. By the time they'd taken care of the linens and taken a non-sexual shower, Paul was showing signs of frustration and disappointment. Kathy waited until after they'd almost finished breakfast before casually suggesting something that cheered him immediately.
"You know what might be nice," she began. "Is if you were to fix something on the grill this afternoon and we invited Erin over - if she doesn't have anything planned." Then Kathy almost laughed at the way Paul gulped down the food in his mouth to answer her before she changed her mind or thought of something different.
"Uh, yeah. That would be nice. Do we have anything defrosted?"
"No. I don't think we have anything you could grill, either frozen or defrosted. I was planning on a trip to the grocery store after we got dressed." It wasn't unusual for the two to stay naked for a weekend like they'd done going back to their honeymoon, or for Kathy to occasionally wear sexy lingerie and sometimes put Paul in lingerie too. Staying naked usually led to more sex. Wearing lingerie always did. She knew he was hoping for that and continued to play him. As he carried their plates to the kitchen, she commented, as though thinking aloud, "I was thinking about dressing you as Paula, but I need you to come with me. I don't know . . ." Then she noted with glee, as he walked back into the dining area, that his cock had swollen. This was working exactly as she'd hoped.
Trying to be equally casual, yet knowing any time she dressed him it was for sex, he suggested, "Well I suppose I could wear some of your underwear . ."
"Lingerie," she corrected. "Ladies and sissy boys wear lingerie."
"Lingerie," he repeated, blushing. He always blushed when she referred to him as a sissy. "I could wear some of your lingerie under my clothes."
"I suppose that's a thought," she conceded. "Let me see if I can find something for you. For some reason, I can't find most of the lingerie I use to dress you." She was glad to see him turn away instead of trying to think up a lie to answer. Then she changed the subject again. "I think I ought to check with Erin first and see if she's free. No sense in getting you all dolled up if she can't come over." Then she watched him squirm. She'd given him the impression that he was going to spend the weekend in her lingerie, then added in Erin, and now let him know that he had to do both or none at all. "I'll call her," she said, walking to the phone that was nearby in the kitchen so he could hear her side of the conversation.
"How much have you told him?" Erin asked when they'd gotten past the pleasantries. Erin had been waiting all morning for the call.
"Oh, everything is fine here," Kathy told her. "We just finished breakfast and were discussing what we'd fix later in the day and Paul suggested something on the grill and we thought you might like to join us."
"Is he going to dress up?"
"Probably. We haven't decided yet. How do ribs and potato salad sound? And I can pick up some ears of corn if they're in."
"Did you get him to give you a pissy `O' yet?"
"Yes I did. And it was very nice. Thank you for inviting me. Perhaps we can return the hospitality if you'll come over this afternoon."
"I've wanted a taste of your pussy since the day you moved in."
The urgency in Erin's voice gave her a rush. She took a deep breath before answering, "Oh, me too. For sure. I'll see if I can find something for dessert for all of us."
"I guess he's listening. I hope you didn't clean his cock out. You told me how you love to fuck in the mornings."
"Well you know, I've thought about doing that a couple of times. In fact, Paul is standing here right now and we were just discussing that."
"Twice huh. Well I suppose there might be a little left in him."
"Oh yes. I can promise you that. In fact, he doesn't have his panties on yet and I can see that he's already looking forward to dressing up for you."
"You slut," Erin teased. "I'll bet he is. Maybe I should wear something slutty too."
"He'll like that. But I was thinking a light summer dress. And maybe shorts and a blouse for Miss Paula? It looks like it will get into the seventies today and I've got an outfit that will look perfect on him."
"Sure you do. Did you mention anything about putting him in diapers?"
"Sort of. But nothing too spicy. I'll fix it plain and you can add whatever seasoning you like."
"How soon you got all this planned for?"
"Oh, say around one or two? Or if you want to start sooner, I can pick up some beer or wine while we're at the store and we can talk while Miss Paula fixes our food."
"Make it both, and if I have to wait much past noon I'll have to get out my vibrator and the fresh batteries I just bought and to hell with the both of you."
Kathy laughed and answered, "Okay, make it noon. I'll see you then." Then she hung up the phone and turned to Paul, "I hope that's all okay with you?"
Paul had been standing there, following the conversation as best he could, and it had seemed to him that at every point where he thought there was something that she should have checked with him about, whether it was the time or the menu or the way he'd be dressed, she'd looked the other way and made the decision without his input. Now he had to agree to everything – or nothing. He supposed, from what he'd heard, that it had all sounded okay, so he told her, "Yeah, sure. As long as you're not planning to put me in a dress. I heard what you said about Miss Paula fixing the food."
"No sweetie. No dresses. Not this time." Then she waited a second or two to let that last line sink in before telling him, "I've got a shorts outfit that I'm sure will look cute on you and unless you look real close, no one will know it's not male clothing. But Erin and I will and that's all that's important." She'd stressed the part about Erin and her being what was important and let that sink in for a moment too before adding, "But don't be surprised if she doesn't try to talk you into wearing a dress or something like that. I get the impression that guys dressed as girls really turn her on." She watched as those thoughts turned up a jackpot in his mental slot machine, then added, "But that's all up to you. You decide how far you're willing to go to get her in bed with us – assuming you still want to do that."
Paul opened his mouth to tell her that he'd never said he wanted to fuck Erin, only that he'd told Kathy that SHE should try having sex with her. But while he'd never come right out and said it, the idea of really having a three-some with Erin was extremely exciting and if he got to dress as Paula to make it happen . . . . "We'll see," he told her succinctly, suppressing his excitement, and then headed for the bedroom before his cock got any larger.
Cold water got his problem under control temporarily – but it was only temporary. The minute Kathy came in and began getting him dressed, his swelling prick made a lie of any protest he might have put up.
"Don't know why I didn't think to look under that nightie in the back corner of your dresser," she commented as she helped him put on the bra. "I was hoping we could do that this weekend and wanted to be sure all your things were clean but couldn't find them."
The things Kathy had been looking for, including the nightgown, were usually kept in one end of one drawer in her dresser. But for the last few days, a lot of those things had been with him in his suitcase in Denver. He always snuck some of the lingerie with him when he went on a trip, but he didn't want her to know how much he enjoyed it. So he couldn't tell her why she really hadn't found them. But about the time that he began to wonder is she suspected as much, she'd changed the subject, seemingly satisfied that everything had reappeared in time. He was happy that the shorts outfit she picked out for him wasn't too feminine. If any of the other neighbors saw him, they wouldn't know for sure that he was wearing all female clothing. Even the sandals she had him put on were hers, but the straps were just large enough that they might pass as being men's sandals - assuming men wore white sandals. He'd never paid that much attention to footwear of either sex.
At the moment, the main thing in his mind was getting a chance to get on the computer in the converted bedroom he used as his office. Since he worked from home, and seldom went into the company office, and Kathy worked a regular 8-5 job, Paul often had large amounts of time he could spend on the computer doing things he'd never shared with Kathy, including email to and from friends that shared his secret interests. He never used the company's laptop to open any of those sites, or check his secret email accounts that were all on his home computer under a separate user name and password. If she'd ever noticed there was a separate log in for "Admin-CDDL" she'd never mentioned it. Nor was he worried she might think to use, "MissPaula" as the password. He was waiting for Kathy to leave to go shopping so that he'd have an hour or so to see what had been sent to him and maybe answer a few emails. He'd completely forgotten that Kathy had said she wanted him to go with her.
"Ready?" she asked when she was; picking up her purse. "The pockets in those shorts are fake, so if you want me to carry anything in my purse for you, let me have it. I've got car keys and credit cards, so you really shouldn't have to bring anything." She enjoyed watching him blanch, and then teased him some more. "We'll have to see about getting you a purse of your own. I'll keep my eyes open for a sale." When he continued to stand motionless, she prodded him, "Come on. No one can tell you're dressed in women's clothes. That blouse almost looks like a man's dress shirt."
He began to mutter excuses about needing to take some time to do reports on his trip, but Kathy wasn't hearing it. "Monday's a holiday, remember? You've got all day tomorrow and Monday to write up reports. I need you to help me with something."
Paul couldn't think of any excuse more important than work, and that one had been dismissed. So while he was reluctant to go out in public dressed as he was, after a quick check in the mirror, he let Kathy lead him out to the car where she decided she should drive since he didn't have a purse to carry his license. He cringed at the second mention of him carrying a purse, but didn't say anything. Nor did he say anything when, at the store, she filled the shopping cart with beer and wine, enough he thought, for a party of several people. But when they'd walked out of the grocery store and the only thing she'd asked him to do was pick out the meat he wanted to fix, he had to wonder why it was so necessary for him to come with her. "I don't understand why you needed my help?" he asked as they were pulling away from the store.
The grocery store was on one end of a large strip mall and instead of turning to get back on the road to home, she drove about half way down the line of stores and stopped at a large pharmacy – the kind of modern drug store that sells drugs almost as an afterthought. "I need your opinion on something," she explained as she pulled him with her into the store. She smiled as he nearly blanched again when she turned down the aisle with the feminine products and she thought briefly of stopping mid-way down the aisle as if to ask his advice. While it was an amusing notion, she thought better of it and continued to the next section. This time she did stop and this time he did blanch. She fought the desire to laugh at him, his mouth hanging open and unable to speak.
She let him suffer for a moment, then told him, "When Erin was out of the room, Monica told me what kind of diapers and pads and stuff that Erin likes to use. But it didn't make a lot of sense to me. I remember one time you told me that your grandfather had lived with you and had to be kept in diapers so I thought you'd know more about this than me."
"I was kind of young and didn't really get that much involved," he stammered. "I wouldn't have any idea what Erin would use." Then, continuing to stare at the array of packages, afraid to look her in the eye, he asked, "Why wouldn't Erin get her own? If she's going to come over wearing a diaper, and expects you to change it, wouldn't she bring her own with her?"
"She might. And then she might not. I don't know for sure that she's even going to be wearing a diaper. But if we have everything she needs right there at our house, then she wouldn't have an excuse to go home if she needs a change. You wouldn't mind changing her would you?" She almost had to laugh; he was such a toy in her hands.
"Did Monica happen to mention any particular brand? As I remember, pop-paw bought diapers by the case and he didn't get them at a store."
"Yeah, I think this was one of them," she said, reaching for a bag of adult overnight diapers. "And she said Erin also put pads inside them so she didn't need to change as often. But I don't think she meant regular feminine pads." Then she slowly walked down the aisle a short ways, reading all the packages and then held out one to show him. "Would some of these work? It says they're the maximum if I'm reading this little chart on the front right."
In all the times Paul had been to the drug store to buy his supplies, he'd always bought the smallest package of pads and had never realized the large package had a chart on the front explaining which product had the most capacity. He'd made his selection on the recommendation of an Internet friend. He blushed as Kathy dropped the large bag in their cart on top of the package of diapers and asked her, "Do you think we need that many?"
"Oh," she paused, acting dumb. "Do they make a smaller bag?"
Without thinking, Paul pulled a smaller package of ten pads off the shelf and should have known, from the way she smiled at him, that he'd given himself away. Kathy paused, as if to ponder and then told him, "I think we should get the bigger bag. For one thing, we'd have to get two of those little ones to match the quantity of diapers and that would be almost the same price as the big bag. Besides, it might be fun to try wearing one too. You said you wanted to and there must be some reason Monica and Erin both like it." Then before he could comment, she pushed the cart back toward the checkout lane.
In the car, he asked, "When did I say I wanted to try wearing diapers?" Those were words he'd wanted to say for what seemed like forever and he was sure if he ever said it, he'd remember the day, time, and moment.
"Must be the early stages of Alzheimer's," she mused aloud, watching the road. "I didn't realize it could affect someone your age. Do you remember anything about this morning? Like sex?"
"Of course. It was great as usual," he said trying to make a few points.
"Do you remember I told you about Erin and Monica and that Erin and maybe Monica too like to wear diapers and wet them? And that I said maybe we should try it and you said, `yes'?"
Paul sat quietly, letting her drive while he tried to remember all the details of that conversation. He had no doubt that his mind had said yes, but couldn't remember actually putting it to words. He didn't always take some of her lingerie with him on a trip and had been worried that she might have caught him sneaking it out of his suitcase when he'd come in late last night. Then she'd started talking about Erin and diapers and it had all gotten jumbled and maybe he'd said yes because he'd jumped at the chance to get that out in the open. He also realized that his cock had pushed past the leg band of his panties and he needed to get that under control. Dropping his hands in his lap, he tried to discreetly rearrange the position of his prick but Kathy caught him.
"Mmm," she pondered aloud. "That's twice now."
"Twice what?"
"Twice that I've been talking about diapers and it got you excited. When we were making love, I asked about trying diapers and you said `yes' and you got so excited that you came. And now, when we were talking about it again, you got another hard-on. So if diapers turn you on so much, how come you've never mentioned it when we talked about fantasies?"
Paul could think of several witty sayings to describe the moment. Like it was time to, "Fish or cut bait," or, "Shit, or get off the pot," but for the life of him, he couldn't think of an answer to her question. He really had no idea why he'd never discussed it with her. Maybe because his parents had made him seem so totally weird for wanting to do that. He sure didn't want to risk another reaction like that.
He'd gotten away with sneaking one of his grandfather's diapers out of the box for more than a year before he got caught. He didn't think his parents could possibly know how long or how often he'd done it. Pop-paw might use as few as two diapers a day or as many as five; there was no set amount. Paul had taken one a week, on rare occasions, two, and had done it for over a year. So while it was a lot if you added it up, he still didn't think it had made that much of a difference in the cost of keeping his grandfather, his parents usual concern. Yet his parents had gone on and on about how weird and perverted and disgusting it was for a boy his age to want to wear diapers and even worse, enjoy wetting them! That had happened two years after they'd caught him wearing his mother's lingerie. Their ranting and raving at him had caused him to feel so inferior that for over a year he couldn't bring himself to ask a girl out on a date. He'd sworn off lingerie and diapers for the rest of his teens, but in his twenties, a girl he'd been seeing left her panties at his apartment and . . . . he couldn't resist the temptation to put them on. When he discovered that wearing those panties and masturbating was more exciting than the girl that had left them, he was hooked.
Within a month he'd bought more panties, plus a bra, slip, stockings, and a nightgown that he began wearing to bed every night he didn't have company. Then a few months later, when his girlfriend discovered what he was into, he'd thrown it all out, promising he'd never do it again. Whether she believed that or not, they soon broke up anyway. Within weeks, the lingerie was replaced.
There were several more girlfriends before he met Kathy and by then he'd learned to be more honest about his lingerie fetish and to do so as early as possible in a relationship. Kathy had taken it in stride, teased him about it a few times, and had learned to enjoy occasionally incorporating it in their sex life. But wet diapers were a different subject altogether.
There'd been many times when he'd thought about it. And a few times that he'd wet his pants or panties and pretended. But it wasn't until a few years after he'd married Kathy and he began working from home, with a great deal of time to himself and the internet to browse, that he rediscovered the true pleasure that he got from wearing and wetting his diapers.
He'd been sitting at the computer one day, about half way through a pot of coffee, when the urge to pee hit him and he'd mused that if he wore diapers he wouldn't have to keep getting up to run to the bathroom. With that thought in mind, he'd put diapers' in a search engine, and then adults, diapers, wet' and a whole new world had opened up to him. Instead of being the lone pervert that his parents had made him believe, he was one of a multitude. Some, he discovered, liked to pretend to still be a baby. It was something that had some appeal to him, but he had no idea how to begin, especially by himself. Others were more like he'd been as a teen; more interested in wearing and wetting their diapers. And some, he discovered, would combine their enjoyment of feminine clothing and diapers, becoming the ultimate sissy. That possibility had tremendous appeal to him. Within days of finding that first web site about adults in diapers, Paul had begun to enjoy them again in secret.
At first he'd bought the cheapest disposable diapers he could find, telling himself he was only going to try it one time anyway and spending a lot of money on something he had no real interest in was foolish. That first diaper had leaked as soon as he'd wet it. So next he tried wearing two and then three at a time, this time using the excuse that he'd quit as soon as the bag of diapers was empty and using more than one at a time would hasten the end of his experiment and get it out of his system. But when the bag was empty, he bought another, this time a thicker, better quality diaper. What he'd discovered was that the thicker and wetter the diaper, the more he enjoyed it.
Then a friend from a diaper group on the net had suggested he try using pads inside the diaper to increase the amount of pee they'd hold before leaking. By adding those pads to an overnight diaper, Paul had found a great combination. That had been about the time that they'd bought their home. One bedroom had become Paul's home office and Paul had been able to keep a stack of the diapers hidden under some catalogs in the back of a file cabinet. He bought the small packages of pads and they were stashed behind the CPU of his computer. He knew Kathy was so deathly afraid of disconnecting anything that she'd never clean back there. When he went on the road, he usually packed a nightie, a diaper for each night he expected to be gone, and then stopped at a drug store and bought another small package of pads when he got to his destination. Several times his luggage had been checked at an airport and so far, the diapers and lingerie had never been mentioned.
For the last two years, Paul had worn diapers two to three times a week at home while Kathy had been at work and more often when he traveled. It was the one secret he'd kept from Kathy – if you didn't count how much more intensive his love of lingerie was than what he'd told her. Or his recurring fantasy of sex with another man, which he hardly admitted to himself. Whenever Kathy had mentioned something like that, he'd said he had no interest. But he suspected she knew different.
For months, he'd desperately wanted to explain all of that to Kathy, yet he had no idea where to start. Fortunately, for the moment at least, he was saved by their arriving home and began to busy himself bringing in the sacks of groceries. When he went back for the last of it, Kathy handed him the two bags from the pharmacy, putting one in each hand, and then she took the last small bag, full of ears of corn, and carried that herself.
"What do you want me to do with these?" he asked and immediately an alarm went off in his head. It had seemed like the natural thing to ask, but once the words were out . . . .
"Well," she began, "You might start by putting one on."
He gulped, stammered and looked at the bags to avoid looking at Kathy. "I thought these were for Erin?"
"Not all of them. We talked about trying it, remember?" She looked him in the eye and waited for him to look at her. "What's the matter? I know you want to."
There was something about the way she said it that sent a shiver of fear down his spine. It was exactly the same way she'd say she knew he wanted to dress in lingerie. He always tried to pretend he wasn't all that interested and let her talk him into it. He had to wonder if there was some way he might have given himself away? He'd been on edge ever since she'd just happened to pick out exactly the same combination of diapers and pads - supposedly getting them for Erin - which he secretly liked to wear himself. That was a coincidence that had shaken him.
But then again, "You know you want to," was the same way that she would tease him if they were out for dinner and he was looking at the dessert tray. Besides, he'd learned about using pads in his diapers from the Internet. No doubt Erin had too.
So giving her an embarrassed shrug, he told her, acting cavalier about it, "Guess we won't know if we don't try it." Then another thought occurred to him. "We were talking about BOTH of us trying it, right?"
To be continued . . . .of course!
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