The Neighborhood

And Baby Makes Three - Part 2.

by Amber Fountaine

Kathy smiled at him, then reached to pinch his panty covered ass through her shorts that he was wearing. "Ladies first, Miss Paula. Just think how great an impression you'll make on Erin when she discovers her little sweetie already wears diapers just like hers. Then the two of you can fight over who gets to put them on me. Shouldn't be too much trouble getting her in bed with us from there." She gave that a moment to sink in and then asked, "Assuming you still want to?"

He tried so hard to disguise his enthusiasm for that idea that it almost made her laugh aloud. For a plan that was sort of scotched together by three women that were a long way from being sober at the time, it was working pretty well so far. There were a hundred ways it could play out if you worried about detail, so they'd kept it fairly simple and so far Miss Paula was right on schedule for his big surprise. He was still standing with both bags in his hand so she told him, "Put them on your dresser and open them up. I'll be in there to help you in a minute." Then as soon as he was out of the room, she called next door to briefly let Erin know how things were progressing. After the brief conversation, she followed Paul to the bedroom.

Paul was standing by the bed, not sure how to proceed and waiting for her to take the lead. "Since you didn't wet your panties, I suppose we just need to open them up and put them on you, huh? Make sense? I mean we shouldn't need to wipe you or anything." She was looking at the instructions on the back of the bag of diapers and coaxing him for input. Then she unfolded one of the `ultimate' pads and marveled at the thickness compared to the ones that she used for her monthly period. "And I guess we just stick one of these in the middle of the diaper."

"Uh, for a man . . ." he began cautiously, not wanting to sound at all experienced, "uh . . . maybe it should be more forward." He was tempted to take the two items and show her but didn't want to display any familiarity. But when he realized she'd been about to attach the pad to the back of the diaper, he stepped in. "The . . . uh . . . picture shows this is the front and this with the tapes is the back, so it would . . . uh . . . . go like this . . . I think." He peeled the tape off the pad and attached it to the inside of the front of the diaper and showed her.

"Oh, I see. I remember now that my sister talked about how she had to fold diapers different for her boys and her little girl. Boys and sissies pee more to the front. Makes sense. Okay, let's get this on you."

He stalled for a moment, knowing she'd have some comment about the erection he'd been trying to hide. The excitement of finally doing this in front of Kathy had been more than he could control. He turned his back to her to step out of the shorts and panties, lay on the bed, and reached for the diaper that she was still holding.

"Don't you want me to put it on you?" she teased, holding the diaper just out of his reach. "I've got some baby oil somewhere and we should probably use it if you're going to wet it. You are going to wet it aren't you?"

"Oh yes!" he said without thinking. He'd needed to pee back at the grocery store but hadn't. In the car, when Kathy had turned away from the road to do more shopping, he'd damn near groaned. Then when she'd stopped at the pharmacy, he'd intended to use the men's room there until he found out what she'd come to buy. On the off chance that she might want to put a diaper on him, he'd been holding it ever since. So, yes, he intended to wet it as soon as possible. In fact, the sooner the better! Or they might be changing the sheets again . . . .

He waited while she found the bottle of baby oil in the bathroom, and then damn near lost it when she began to oil his cock. Suddenly, she pulled him to his feet and told him, "This isn't going to do. Take off your blouse." Meekly, he did as he was told, wondering what she had in mind. When he was standing there next to the bed wearing only a padded bra, she pulled him behind her to the bathroom. "We really need to get rid of some of that hair," she explained as she gathered what she needed.

Paul smiled at that. From time to time, when he was wearing panties, Kathy had teased him about needing to trim his pubic hair like she did. Paul had little body hair. Except for his pubic hair, the hair under his arms, and a little bit on his forearms and calves, he was virtually hairless. So trimming back his pubic hair would hardly be noticeable to the guys at the gym. It was one of those things he'd wanted to do for years, but hadn't wanted to show enthusiasm for the idea. Now Kathy was going to make the decision for him and it would be much better keeping it trimmed because SHE wanted it that way than for him to do it himself. He almost said something when he realized how short she was cutting it, but let it go. They usually went to the gym together in the evenings, after Kathy got off work, and unless they were going out to eat from there, would shower when they got home. But when she grabbed his shaving cream and began to lather his crotch, he balked. "Do you have to do that?"

She looked up at him. "No. I don't. I could let you get diaper rash. Which would you rather explain -- diaper rash or being shaved?"

He wanted to explain that he'd worn wet diapers many, many times over the last few years and had never gotten diaper rash. But to do that, he'd have to let her know he'd been keeping that a secret from her. So he mumbled, "Okay," and let her continue. When she was finished and had washed and wiped him clean, he was excited by what he saw in the mirror. The hairless look appealed to him and he wondered what sort of reaction it might get at the gym. He realized his thinking might be backward. Maybe he shouldn't be worried about what the other guys thought. If some guy commented on it, it would mean the guy was checking out Paul's crotch and that might mean the guy wanted . . .

That thought was interrupted when he felt Kathy take his cock in her mouth. After a moment, she released it and began to lick all the freshly shaven areas. After giving his crotch a thorough tongue bath, she looked up at him and said, "I like this. I like this a LOT better. I want you to keep it like this from now on."

"Yes ma'am," he responded automatically. He let her lead him back to the bed, all the while thinking about how quickly and meekly he'd accepted her demand that from now on he was supposed to keep his genital area shaved. He didn't know it was time for his next surprise.

Somehow, she managed to get him oiled and his diaper on him without making him cum. Then she went to the closet and got out a bag. "I cleaned out my dresser drawers while you were gone and had this stuff put aside to donate to someone. It's all my lingerie from my `fat' period and I think some of these panties would look cute over your diaper. Should be just the right size."

He wondered if it could be another coincidence? There were several pair of panties and other lingerie that Kathy had kept from when she'd quit smoking and put on a lot of weight. She'd been committed to giving up cigarettes, but for a long time, couldn't keep from nibbling; buying junk from the vending machines at work. By the end of the day, her trashcan at work had been full of candy wrappers and empty potato chip bags. It had taken her several months to get that problem under control and by then she'd gained forty pounds, mostly in the face and hips. Fortunately, their apartment complex had put in a small exercise room about then and that's what had gotten them started on a fitness routine. By the time they'd bought their house, Kathy had shed thirty of the forty pounds, Paul enjoyed working out with her, and they'd continued by getting a membership in a local health club. She'd been back to her target weight for over a year, but had kept the oversized lingerie as a reminder. And since she'd no longer had a need for any of it, Paul had been borrowing a couple of the lacier pairs of panty briefs for some time. He'd never put them with the other things she knew he wore because they both wore the same size panties. There really wasn't any need for him to wear panties a couple of sizes larger except for when he secretly wore diapers. He hadn't known she'd cleaned out that section of her lingerie drawer while he was out of town.

The red panties, three sizes larger than the ones he normally wore, fit fine over his diaper as she quickly proved. "See," she said, when she had them pulled up in place. "They fit perfect. Wasn't this a great idea? And they'll look cute later with that red nightie you like to wear. I'll bet when Erin sees you in panties AND diapers she won't be able to keep her hands off you. And I'll bet you'd like to get your hands on her too, huh?" As she said it, she put her hand on the bulge of the pantied diaper, feeling his still hard cock, and letting him know there was no sense in him lying about it.

"Like you don't want to too," he told her. He wanted to ask where she'd gotten the idea to put the large panties over his diaper. It just happened to be the pair he wore the most. He decided --maybe hoped -- that instead it probably was another coincidence and that Erin was the instigation. It was obvious to him by now that she was steadfast in her goal to get Erin in bed with them and if Erin had commented that he looked cute in panties, then she was going to see to it that he was in panties AND diapers.

She knew what he'd meant by his remark, but teased, "Get my hands on you? Or Erin?"

"You get your hands on me all the time," he told her, and then teased her in return. "I think it's Erin you want and you're using me to get to her."

"Whoa! That's an awful big ego for a little sissy in diapers. For your information, little girl, I don't need you to get Erin or anyone else. I'm sure I could walk next door right now and spend the rest of the weekend with Erin if I wanted. Would you like me to test that theory?"

Paul looked at her, standing with her hands on her hips, scolding him like he was a child. Again, without thinking about it, he automatically accepted what was becoming his new role, telling her, "No ma'am."

"That's better. If you want this to happen, you need to think of this as you joining Erin and me -- not Erin joining you and me. Got it?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Very good! Now let's get some clothes on you. Put on the same blouse, but I'll get you a different pair of shorts that will make your little diapered ass look cuter. You do want to look cute for Erin don't you?"

"Yes ma'am," he repeated as he put on the blouse over the bra he was still wearing. He thought about how quickly and easily he'd accepted his role and how natural it felt to respond to everything with a yes ma'am' or no ma'am' and began to wonder if maybe he wasn't more of an adult baby than he'd thought. He was still trying to wrap his mind around that idea when she handed him the sheer white, diaper wrap shorts. He almost balked, but took the shorts and stepped into them, pulling them in place over the diaper and panties and immediately went to the full-length mirror to see if they were as revealing as he suspected.

They had been on Kathy. He could remember when she'd bought them when she first started working out and the looks Kathy had gotten when men saw her. They were revealing on him too. At least an inch or more of the red panties showed at the side slit of the shorts and if he bent over at all, the shorts pulled up in back. The panties, as well as the bulge beneath them, were totally revealed; making it obvious he was wearing a diaper under the panties. Even when he stood straight, he thought sure anyone would be able to tell he was wearing red panties. He could make out the lacy design on the front through the sheer white nylon. "Kind of revealing, don't you think?" he asked.

"Well you didn't mind it when I wore them. And you didn't mind showing everyone your bra this morning. Don't you think that everyone that saw you in a bra assumed you were wearing panties too? Why worry about it now. Besides, the only one that's going to see you like that is Erin."

As soon as she mentioned `bra' he looked in the mirror, shifted his shoulders back and forth ninety degrees, and discovered to his horror that she was right. Earlier, when she'd dressed him before they went shopping, he'd looked down to see if the stuffed bra made his chest stand out. He'd thought it did, but she'd assured him it wasn't as much as he thought and that he looked like a man that worked out. He'd glanced at himself in the hallway mirror, more concerned with his profile, which he'd concluded hadn't really been all that bad However, in the dim light of the hallway, he'd never noticed that his bra was plainly visible through the thin material of the blouse. In brighter light, the bra could easily be seen by anyone that looked, yet he had to ask. Timidly, he looked for assurance. "Do you think anyone noticed?"

Kathy chuckled. "Of course they did. In fact, there were several women that smiled at you and you never noticed. And there was one guy I swear was going to follow you home. But he backed off when he realized you were with me. Too bad too. He was kind of cute and hunky. We might have had to put Erin off a week. Anyway, I'm not sure I'm ready to share you with a real man yet, so let's just concentrate on Erin for now. And that means you need to get your sweet little ass busy making us something to eat. Get the fire started and I'll boil the potatoes."

Paul had been staring at his image in the mirror, remembering that there had been several women at the stores that had smiled at him. He didn't remember any men paying him attention and wondered if Kathy was just teasing him about that. And what, he wondered, did she mean by `sharing him' with another man? Like she'd said might happen if Erin joined them. She'd said it like he'd be the one to be used to pleasure Kathy AND the other man.

In all the three-some fantasies involving another man that they'd whispered to each other during after-play, he'd been the one to share Kathy with some other guy. But he also understood that had been before he'd let her make a sissy out of him. And that, he also realized, as just a hint of a smile appeared on his face, was a long held fantasy that even he hated to admit. Only a few complete strangers with similar longings that he'd chatted with on the Internet knew about that one. Even to them, he hadn't been able to put it in words, coming right out and admitting how much he wanted to do the same thing. One of his sissy Internet friends would write about something they'd done or wanted to do and the furthest Paul could come to admitting his desire was to tell them that he thought it might be something he'd like to try, never letting on it had become one of his foremost fantasies.

As he piled the charcoal and soaked it with starter fluid, he began to ponder his situation. He was living, right now, at this moment, a fantasy that dated back to his teens. He'd always been considered a bit weird as a child and as he'd entered his teens, it had been hard for him to make friends. He'd heard some of the other boys at school talk about their parent's hidden stash of porno books or movies and had gotten the idea that all parents had that sort of stuff hidden somewhere. So he'd begun a methodical search of his parent's bedroom, the most logical place for his folks to hide such stuff, beginning with his dad's things first. When he couldn't find anything in the drawers, he'd even gone as far as taking the drawers out of his dad's dresser to see if there was anything hidden behind or under them. Devoting an hour or so after school each day to his search, he soon concluded that there was nothing hidden among his dad's things and decided to start with his mother's.

His goal had been to find the sexually stimulating material and use it to jack off. What he'd discovered instead of the hoped for porno was something even better: his mom's lingerie.

When he'd begun moving around the neatly stacked panties, bras, and slips, he'd found the silky material, heavy with the aroma of his mom's perfume, to be incredibly stimulating. At first, not daring to soil her clean things, he would take a pair of his mom's panties from her wash hamper and use them to masturbate, loving the way the panty material felt as it slid up and down his young cock. It was only a matter of time until he decided to try putting on the panties and that was even more awesome. Soon he was rushing home from school, two or three times a week, to put on his mom's panties and wear them around the house for an hour or so, loving the way his stiff little cock tented the front of the panties and rubbed his cockhead, then jacking off before either of his parents were due home.

After a few months of that, his thoughts had drifted to what it would be like to be a girl. Or at least to dress like one. He'd started adding stockings and a bra, stuffing the bra with tissue or some of his socks, and then wearing one of her slips or a nightie. Then he spay himself with some of her perfume or cologne and when he'd stroke his cock, as he always did when he dressed in lingerie, he'd fantasize about joining the girls at school at an all night slumber party where the girls would discover his true sex and keep it a secret so that they could put his cock to good use. And sometimes, he'd thought about Jack, the older boy next door and what it would be like to be a real girl and have a boyfriend that would make love to him. It was about the time he began experimenting with his mom's makeup in addition to the perfume, that he got caught.

The whipping he'd gotten from his dad hadn't been nearly as bad, in his mind, as admitting to his mom that the stains she'd found on her lingerie had come from his cum. He'd assumed that like the rest of the dirty clothes, that she'd dump her lingerie in the washing machine. It had never occurred to him that she hand washed each item and that once she'd become suspicious, would lay a trap for him, almost catching him in the act. He'd been completely dressed in her lingerie and only a noise in the hallway had kept her from catching him with his cock in his hand. However, his stiff prick, plainly visible beneath the shear nightie, had been proof enough of what he'd been up to. He'd sworn he'd never do it again, and hadn't touched a piece of lingerie for a good number of years, until he was well out of his teens.

Not long after that embarrassing incident, his grandfather had suffered a stroke and had come to live with them. At first, Paul had thought it funny that a grown man had to wear diapers. "It's not unusual for elderly people to loose control," his mom had explained. "You might very well be in the same boat some day and you won't think it's so funny when you wet your pants."

Naturally, being a normal teen in most respects, her warning started Paul thinking about what it would be like to wear diapers as an adult and what it would feel like to use them and there was only one way for his inquisitive young mind to know for sure. After a few experiments, he concluded that he didn't like messy diapers. They were stinky and required extra effort to clean up. But wet ones were every bit as sexually exciting as wearing his mom's lingerie had been. And the best part was that they didn't need to be washed! They could be disposed of along with his pop-paw's without anyone suspecting. Since it was the washing that had given away his lingerie fetish, anything that produced sexual pleasure AND didn't need to be washed had a lot going for it right from the start. He could wear a diaper under his jeans, wet it and wear it around the house or around the neighborhood if he wanted, and after he'd enjoyed it for a while, he could jack off in it and throw it away with no chance of being caught. It was a great way to expand his sexual pleasures.

However, he did get caught. And it was right after his masturbatory fantasies had begun to revolve around combining his old love of lingerie with his new love of soggy diapers. By then, Jack's family had moved and Paul's fantasies of playing the female role in sex with Jack had faded. Newer fantasies had usually involved him being dressed as a baby girl and being cared for by the girls at a slumber party. To enhance that fantasy, instead of wearing and wetting his diaper after school, Paul had begun hiding a few in his room and putting one on before bed, wetting it, and sleeping in the wet diaper. That way, he'd been able to get a `double' out of his diaper, jacking off in it once before falling asleep, and again in the morning when he woke up. As luck would have it, the one time he hadn't bothered putting his pajama bottoms back on was the time the electricity had gone off sometime during the night, which meant his alarm clock didn't go off in the morning and his mom had come in to wake him. A few weeks earlier she'd confronted him about some stains on his mattress. They'd been caused by leaky diapers, but she had accepted his story about spilling a coke a few times while doing his homework. But when she'd seen her nearly grown son, wearing what was obviously a wet diaper, and sleeping like a baby -- in every respect -- his diaper wearing, bed wetting nights had been over; at least for some time to come.

So while he was nervous about doing all this in front of Kathy, Paul was also excited that his fantasy of so many years past was very probably going to happen. If what Kathy had said about Erin was true, the evening could very well turn into the slumber party he'd dreamed about in his teens. Even better, they might all be in diapers.

"Well there she is!" Kathy announced as Paul came in off the deck.

The difference between the bright sunlight outside and the unlit room with the curtains partially closed was enough that Paul's eyes took a moment to adjust and he hadn't noticed right away that Erin had arrived and was sitting at the table with Kathy. While he should have been embarrassed, he'd already accepted this moment as inevitable and he didn't blush nearly as much as he'd thought he would. Yet it would have been impossible for him not to be a little embarrassed being seen dressed as he was by someone he hardly knew.

Erin was almost embarrassed for him, flushing slightly as she said, "Oh, isn't she darling!"

Paul was expecting more teasing from the two women and was almost disappointed, when after their initial greeting, that they went back to discussing whatever they'd been talking about. As a male, he'd been expecting them to begin talking about sex without any delay, but the women sort of eased into it, waiting nearly an hour and a couple of beers later before Kathy asked Erin if she'd heard from Ronnie.

"Don't expect to," Erin answered. "Oh I suppose I might get horny enough at some time to call him over. But I doubt it." Then she smiled and added, "I have other friends."

Paul was in the kitchen and missed Kathy's comment, but it was something that caused the women to giggle and he wondered if it had been about him. He stepped to the opening to where they were seated and asked, "Can I get you ladies another beer or anything?"

"We're fine," Kathy answered for the both of them. "We've barely touched the last ones you brought us." Then she smiled and winked at Erin and asked Paul, "Are you trying to get us drunk?" Then before he could answer, added with a wicked grin, "Or make us need to pee?"

Before Paul could stammer out an answer, Erin asked Kathy, "What do you use to pad his bra?"

"I wadded up some toilet paper," Kathy told her.

"I've got something better and you're welcome to them. I bought some of these foam pads for when I tried putting a bra on my ex. They almost look like real tits and I'm sure she'd like them. When I go home to change, I'll bring them back with me."

Kathy smiled. "You don't need to go home to change. Miss Paula has everything you need right here and will be happy to share with you. Isn't that right Miss Paula?"

"Yes Ma'am," he answered dutifully.

"In fact, we just stocked up this morning and there are diapers and pads on her dresser."

Erin grinned. "I thought that cute little butt of hers looked a little like it was padded too."

"Oh it is," Kathy told her. "And since you're closer, would you mind checking to see if she needs a change yet? She loves to be wet so I have to make sure she doesn't get too wet. I don't want her leaking pee on the rugs or furniture."

Paul was within arms reach of Erin and yet was surprised when she reached out to pull him closer. Then she quickly snaked her fingertips under the leg opening in front, past the panties and diaper and he almost jumped when he felt her fingers graze the side of his cock and then tickle his balls. "Damp," she reported, "but a long way from soggy."

"That's a surprise," Kathy commented. "She peed in them as soon as I put them on her. I was sure she'd be wetter by now. I guess we'll just have to keep checking to be sure. I can't trust my sissy to tell me when she needs a change. She's such a little piss pants that I don't dare let her go without diapers or she'd piss in her panties."

Paul was at a loss for words. He wanted to contest what Kathy had said, since this was supposedly his first time in diapers and she was making it sound like he wore them all the time. But the truth was that he had worn diapers numerous times and when he'd worn them, he did wet them to the max, and had even wet his panties a few times just to see what that was like. Sooner or later, he was going to have to tell Kathy about it so any protest he did now would only make his duplicity seem worse. He said nothing and decided to have a little fun instead. Erin's fingers were still inside his diaper and he was sure he could pee some more.

He expected some sort of major reaction from Erin. He'd let enough pee out that she should have known immediately what he was doing. But all she did was remove her hand, slowly and casually drop it to her lap to wipe her fingers on the front of her cotton dress, in a way that Kathy couldn't see her fingers had been wet, and then smile up at Paul.

"Sounds interesting," Erin said to Kathy when she looked back in her direction. "I'm much the same way -- but then I was a bed-wetter until I was in my middle teens. Did Miss Paula wet the bed too?"

"Not that I know of," Kathy told her. Then she looked at Paul and asked, "How about it? Did my sissy wet her bed when she was a little girl?"

Paul shook his head. "I don't think so. Very little maybe. Seems like I can remember wetting my pants in school around the first or second grade and being teased about having to wear a diaper. But I can't remember that I ever wet the bed. You'd have to ask my mom about that."

Kathy nodded. "I will." Then she turned back to Erin. "Middle teens? And you still wet the bed? I remember having a couple of accidents when my periods first started and I had bad cramps. If I didn't empty my bladder constantly and got an attack of cramps, I'd wet myself. But that only lasted a year or so -- thank God!"

"I didn't wet the bed accidentally," Erin confessed. "At least not in my teens. But I made my mom believe it was always an accident." Then she went on to explain that her dad had been killed in a car wreck when she was eight and her mom had been seriously injured. She'd had to spend most of that next year living with her aunt and uncle and two cousins. Both of her cousins were young and still in diapers at night. For some reason, Erin had begun wetting the bed and was soon in diapers at night too. She discovered she loved the diapers and being wet and while her wetting had been truly accidental at first, by the time her mom was well enough to take care of her again, Erin wet herself on purpose as often as not. She'd continued the ruse into her teens and while it bothered her family, Erin had seemed normal in every other way, so they'd accepted it.

At fourteen, and ready to give up her wetting amusement, her mom had remarried. "My step dad never really molested me," Erin told them, "But we both know we were into a gray area that was awfully close." Then she told them how her stepfather had insisted she was too old to be diapered and of course Erin had been just as determined that this new man in their life wasn't going to make those decisions for her. Instead of giving up the diapers as she'd planned, she began to use them more, even wearing and wetting them in the daytime and often running around the house in just a t-shirt and diapers if her step dad was home. It soon became a confrontational issue between the two of them and Erin admitted she'd been even more hardheaded about it than he was.

"Once when he made me take off my wet diaper on a Sunday morning, instead of wearing it around the house for a while like I liked to do, I peed in my panties at church and there was a huge wet spot on the cushion of the pew. When we got home, Mike took me in my room and pulled my wet panties down to spank me and when he saw I had hair on my pussy, he got all flustered. That was the start of it."

She explained how after that, any time she wet her diaper or panties, Mike would always bare her bottom and give her a spanking. "It turned him on and me too," she admitted. "We both understood it was a game between us. The spankings were never very hard at all and mostly an excuse for him to play with my ass. He'd put me across his lap and squeeze his legs together and would usually shoot off in his pants. He never took his cock out or made me play with it but I know he wanted to and I kept wetting myself hoping he would. If he didn't cum in his pants, he'd go straight from my room to the bathroom and jack off. One time he was in such a rush he didn't close the door behind him and he didn't think I'd follow him. But I knew what he was doing and wanted to watch. His cock wasn't all that big, but at the time, it looked huge! I couldn't believe how excited it made me to watch his spunk fly out. But after that time I watched him, he felt guilty and wouldn't spank me any more; no matter how much I wet myself. So when he lost interest, I did too. By then I was fifteen or sixteen and had just learned how to have sex with a girl. Teasing Mike and making him hard wasn't as exciting as actually doing things with Roxy. And when I told her about wetting my panties and diapers, she thought it was silly and childish. So I quit doing it."

Paul had seated himself with the women at the table and was sitting across from Erin. He was nodding without thinking, as he could easily relate to Erin's story. While he certainly hadn't enjoyed the punishment he'd gotten for the things he'd done as a teen, the knowledge that his peers would have considered his activities as weird or childish or both had been more of a detriment than his parent's punishment. With his mind in the past, he was caught off guard by Erin's question.

"Which do you like best, Miss Paula? How it feels to pee in your diaper? Or how it feels to wear it after it's wet?"

He stammered for a moment. He loved everything about wetting his diapers and had never given any thought to why. "Uh . . . it's . . . They both feel good . . . I guess."

"You guess?" Kathy challenged. "You mean you're pissing in a diaper and you don't know how it feels?"

"Good," he told her. "I . . . guess . . . I mean it . . . feels good." He hated being put on the spot and having to explain himself.

"Okay, try this one," Kathy told him. "Which do you like more -- dressing as a girl or wearing diapers?"

Again Paul was mentally stymied, having to make choices he'd never thought about. "They're both . . . I'm not sure . . . If I had to choose, I guess . . ."

Kathy cut him off. "Don't guess," she told him. "Give me your choice. If you had to give one up, which would it be?"

He was saved from having to make that decision by Erin. "Kathy, looks to me like what you have here is a natural born sissy. She doesn't want to give up her pretty clothes - or her soggy diapers. I'd say you were lucky. I wish Kevin had been like that."

Paul was about to ask who Kevin was, but Kathy beat him to it. "Kevin was your ex?"

"Yeah. When he told me he was bi too and enjoyed sex with men, I was sure he'd be the perfect guy for me. But after we were married, I learned that he hated playing dress-up with me, only wanted sex with other macho guys, didn't want me to wear diapers, and only wanted me to find women to bring home for him to enjoy."

Kathy nodded. "And he's the one that introduced you to Ronnie?"

"Right. Ronnie was one of Kevin's old boyfriends. I should have known that wasn't going to work. But it seemed okay at first. Ronnie didn't mind me wearing diapers and was glad to spank me and the sex that followed was usually good. Then the spankings got to be harder and harder and I finally realized that what he enjoyed was spanking me. I think he really hates women and was using me to take out his anger. When he started using a belt and leaving whelps on my ass, I had to run him off."

Kathy laughed and commented, "You should have called Miss Paula here. I'm sure she'd have been glad to run next door and kiss your ass to make it well."

Paul felt obligated to say something. He'd been sitting listening for the most part. So he said the first thing that came to mind. "Like you wouldn't."

"Of course I would," Kathy told him, reaching across the table to take Erin's hand. "She's got a lovely ass and I'd kiss it any time."

Softly, with a warm smile, Erin told her, "Glad you feel that way. Might be fun to have BOTH of you changing my diaper."

Paul responded to that idea immediately. Speaking to Kathy, he suggested, "Maybe you should check her diaper to see how wet it is?"

Both women laughed and Kathy told him, "Getting in a rush aren't you? You haven't even fed us yet."

"I've got the meat going," he responded. "Do you want me to fix the potato salad too?"

"Why yes, I do," Kathy answered. "It's about time Miss Paula learned to do a few more of the things around here to help me. I think I'll find you some housedresses to wear and when you're home and not busy with things you have to do for work, you can help out with some of the housework. You could even wear a diaper under your dress like Erin does when she's home and if you've done a good job, I'll change you when I get here. How does that sound?"

Like a dream come true, was what Paul was thinking, but aloud, he toned it down to, "Might be fun," using the same phrase Erin had used.

"Should make for an interesting neighborhood," Erin commented. "Do you mind if I borrow her once in a while?"

"Planning to make a maid out of her too?" Kathy asked.

"Or a nanny. Or both." She began smiling and nodding her head at that thought. "Yeah, both sound real good.

Paul was smiling too and only kidding when he asked, "Hey. Don't I get any say in this?"

Kathy's smile never left her face, but it hardened considerably and the softness was gone from her voice when she told him, "If you wanted to say something, you should have said it a long time ago."

Paul didn't answer. He knew his wife well enough that he was almost sure she was telling him, in one of those `read between the lines' manners, that she was aware of his secret sissy fantasies and was a little miffed that he'd been keeping that secret from her. How, he didn't know. He thought he must have somehow given himself away. Maybe he'd left an unused diaper in his suitcase or she'd found the stash hidden in his office or the pads behind his computer. He thought briefly that she might have gotten into the section of his computer where he had a few things stored, like pictures and stories about bi sex, pee play, and diapers. But he dismissed that thought since he had all the diapering and bedwetting and other sissy stuff in an area behind a password. Then he wondered if maybe Erin had seen him dressed in a nightie and diaper when Kathy wasn't home. That might be possible. Erin worked as a nurse, changed shifts occasionally, and didn't seem to be at all surprised by what had happened so far today. He thought that was an unusual reaction unless somehow she already knew. And it seemed to him that all of the day's events had been precluded by Kathy going to Erin's birthday party. So it was entirely possible, maybe probable, that Erin had seen him in diapers and passed that on to Kathy when the women had gotten drunk together.

Erin, sensing the tension in the air, decided to intervene in hopes their happy little get together would stay on a happy note. "What's the matter little girl?" she asked Paul. "Don't you want to be my maid or my nanny? I'd think you'd love to change my diapers. I guess I'll have to call Monica. Or should I call Kathy when you're not here?"

Seeing a chance to make points with both women, Paul told her, "I'll be glad to help you. Of course it had to be okay with Kathy."

Kathy eyed him suspiciously for a moment, and then let it go. "How about you helping all of us by fixing the potato salad like you offered and while that's back in the fridge chilling, you can shuck the corn and boil it."

Glad for the chance to get away from their scrutiny, he answered, "Yes ma'am," and almost jumped into the kitchen. He wasn't but a dozen feet away, but at the moment, to Paul, it gave him breathing room. Then, when he stood motionless for several long seconds, the women realized Paul had no idea what to do or how to do it. He'd gotten pretty good at fixing things in the bar-b-cue pit, but in the kitchen, about the only thing he fixed for himself on a regular basis was a PBJ or a bowl of cereal. After enjoying a laugh at his ineptness, the women began coaching him, teasing him about his potential as a maid.

While he stayed busy, the woman bantered back and forth, knowing Paul was listening to most of what they said, giving him instructions when necessary, but mostly discussing his future and the possible uses of Miss Paula as a house servant. After concluding that Miss Paula would need a good deal of training in most areas, Kathy declared, "About all we could use her for right now is being a `French Maid' -- if you know what I mean. That's one area where she really has some expertise."

"Well I just happen to know where I could find her a costume that I'm almost sure will fit," Erin offered. "Monica got it for a costume party and doesn't get much chance to use it. Remind me if we go next door to my house after we eat and I'll call her. If she still has it, I'm sure she'd love to see Miss Paula get some use out of it."

Then they began discussing other aspects of their lives and that's when Paul knew for sure it was going to happen. He could remember when he'd first met Kathy and at some point early in their relationship, he had become intensely interested in knowing everything about her and she had felt the same about him. At that point, they'd known their relationship was going to be deep, passionate -- and very physical. The conversation between Erin and Kathy was much the same and while they'd stop to give him instruction, if he was mentioned otherwise it was in the third person, as if he wasn't there. Sex wasn't mentioned again until later, after they'd eaten, and Kathy asked Erin if she'd like something for dessert.

Reaching to stroke the back of Kathy's hand, Erin answered softly, "I'd love to have you."

"Mmm, sounds nice." Kathy replied.

"I've seen you a couple of times, hiding behind the blinds in your bedroom, watching me cut the grass. I figured you might feel the same way."

"Oh I do. For sure," then she turned to smile at Paul. "But I think the lady behind the blinds was someone else. Any idea who that might have been Miss Paula?"

Paul blushed. "I . . . suppose it might . . . have been me," he admitted, hoping they didn't ask his motives. He'd wondered about that and wasn't sure himself. A number of times he'd worn Kathy's clothes and masturbated after watching Erin for several minutes. That part was easy enough to understand. But he didn't know why he'd tried to make Erin think it was Kathy that was watching her. Or had he? Had he been trying to let Erin know that he wanted to spend time with her dressed as Paula? Was it an effort to bring Paula out to someone outside of their house or the computer? It would seem to make sense, since Erin had already seen him dressed. But since she already knew he liked that, he could easily have been more open about it. He wouldn't have had to give Erin the impression it was Kathy watching her. Had he subconsciously been scheming to put the two women together? Had he figured that if he made Erin think Kathy was interested, that Erin would put a move on Kathy? It would appear that was what had happened. The only problem with taking credit for it was that Paul didn't think he was all that smart and skillful when it came to things like that. He had a good head for business, but had never shown any aptitude that he could remember for manipulating people. Realizing they were still watching him, he added, "I don't know why you thought it was Kathy."

"Well to be honest, I guess I probably knew it was you. I couldn't really see anything but the image of a person in bra and panties and . . . I suppose I was just hoping. Kathy reminds me a lot of my first girlfriend."

Before Paul could say another word, the two women began discussing their first female lovers. Erin gave Kathy intimate details of her teenage affair with Roxy and then Kathy began telling Erin about Amy. By the time they'd finished, Paul had a very stiff cock in his soggy diaper and both women were flushed with excitement.

There was a moment of silence as they all waited to see who would be the first to suggest something, and Erin broke the stillness by softly hinting, "If someone is going to change my diaper for me, now would be a good time."

"The one I put on Miss Paula hasn't fallen off," Kathy almost whispered, between ragged breaths. "So I must have done it right. I suppose I could help you do that. Or would you rather have Miss Paula do it?"

"Either," Erin hissed. "Or both. But soon."

Paul understood that Erin was being polite. She'd been staring into Kathy's eyes when she said it so he wisely let Kathy lead Erin by the hand to their bedroom and followed, not wanting to miss a thing.

When Kathy indicated that Erin should lie down on the bed, Erin softly said, "Might be easier," and undid the button on each of the shoulder straps of her sundress, letting it fall around her ankles. She let both of her hostesses admire her breasts and the ruffled diaper cover before laying on the bed.

When Erin raised her hips, Kathy pulled the diaper cover off and handed it to Paula, telling him, "Aren't these cute? I need to get some for you."

Paula held the diaper cover, acting as if he was scrutinizing it closely. From a distance, it would appear to be a large pair of white panties with pink ruffles across the back and around the legs in front. However a closer look revealed that they had a plastic lining as added protection when wearing a diaper. While he really did like the diaper cover and hoped Kathy was serious about getting some for him, what he was trying to do was hide his interest in seeing Erin naked, with her diaper removed. Ever since she'd made the remark about her stepfather getting flustered when he realized Erin had pubic hair, Paul had been trying to imagine what that pubic bush would look like today. Erin was freckled and had reddish-blond hair and he'd wondered if her pussy hair would match. But just as Kathy got the diaper tabs undone and was about to pull the diaper off, she shifted positions, blocking Paul's view. He heard Kathy comment, "Aw, how cute! Looks like someone else I know." Then she shifted again, pulling the soggy diaper out from under Erin and letting Paula get a look at Erin's bare pubs.

Both women enjoyed watching Paula get his first look at Erin's hairless pussy. "Like that?" Kathy asked him.

Paul blushed again, realizing they'd caught him staring. He nodded.

Then Kathy asked, "Want to see what it tastes like?"

Paul looked at her briefly, nodding again and then returned to looking at Erin. He was caught totally off guard when Kathy shoved the wet diaper in his face. His first reaction was to jerk away, but then when he realized what it was and where it had been, he let Kathy rub the soggy diaper all over his face. He even stuck his tongue out in hopes a tasting Erin's pee and his tongue was still waving in the air when Kathy jerked the diaper away.

"If you liked that," she told him, and then nodded her head in Erin's direction, adding, "there's more right there. A little pissy sissy like you should love licking her clean."

"Ladies first," Paul replied.

"Sissy boy ladies count too. Go ahead."

Erin wasn't going to wait all day while they debated. She raised herself on one elbow to tell them, "Would one of you PLEASE get on with it!" then she fell back, mumbling beneath her breath, "I knew I should have called Monica."

Paul moved first. Sliding past Kathy, who had moved to sit sort of sideways on the edge of the bed, he went to the end of the bed and then, on his knees and elbows, moved up between Erin's splayed legs. Then he worked his hands under and around her thighs so that her legs were across his shoulders. He paused for a moment to admire her shaved mons then moved in too close for his eyes to focus. Since he couldn't use them anyway, he shut his eyes to concentrate on his other senses; the aroma of urine permeating all others, the taste of her pee in every niche and fold of flesh as he licked, the stiffness of her clit, the sweet pain of her fingernails in the back of his scalp as he brought her to, and then over the top. When he looked up again, he could see that Kathy had helped, fondling and sucking first one breast and then the other.

What happened next depended on who told the story. In Paul's version, he put his hand on Kathy's shoulder to gently urge her to take his place between Erin's legs and when she'd realized it was her turn, she'd jumped so hard and fast that she'd knocked Paul off the end of the bed. According to Kathy, Miss Paula had tapped her on the shoulder, like they were some sort of tag-team, and while she had moved quickly, if Miss Paula fell off the end of the bed, it had been an accident that she hadn't anything to do with. Erin's version was much simpler -- and most probable - they were fighting for a chance to eat her pussy.

What was important though, no matter which version you chose to believe, was that Kathy gave Erin an orgasm and Erin gave Kathy a mouthful of pee; a slightly drier version of the pissy `O' that Kathy had with Paul earlier that morning. Then both Paul and Kathy remembered that Erin liked to be punished, but not cruelly.

Paul waited until the two women had calmed down, and then told Erin, "Young lady. That was not very polite at all. It's bad enough that you pee in your diapers; peeing in your friend's face is just not at all acceptable and you should be punished."

Erin's face brightened. "Oh please don't spank me. PLEASE!"

Kathy joined in, admonishing Erin for her actions even as she was taking off her dress and panties. In moments, they had Erin across Paul's lap, her bare ass in the air, and her face buried in Kathy's muff. At first, Kathy tried sitting up, then propping herself on one elbow, and finally gave up trying to watch. Erin's oral skills were way too good and all Kathy could do was lay back, dig her fingers into the sheets, and enjoy! The spanking Miss Paula was administering was purely erotic and not at all painful. Each whack of his hand was just strong enough to get her attention and in between each stroke, there were long periods where Paul used his hand to caress her ass cheeks. It appeared to him that between Erin's talented tongue working on Kathy, and his sensual spanking, both women had orgasms.

Then Erin crawled off of Paul's lap and up Kathy's body, licking and kissing as she went until the two women were face to face, kissing passionately and rolling on the bed, their arms and legs intertwined and Miss Paula temporarily forgotten. In fact, Paul thought, watching them, neither had given any consideration to the VERY hard cock in his VERY wet diaper. Should he pull it off himself and join them? He debated that silently, finding as many pluses as minuses for doing that, leaving himself frozen in indecision. Well `frozen' wasn't exactly the right word he quickly concluded, grinning at the irony. Watching the two women, as well as the heat from their bodies had raised the room temperature to a point where nothing could remain frozen.

He was still in a sexual stupor of sorts when the two ladies pulled apart and Kathy told him, "Let's get this little baby dressed and then you can be the baby and we'll get you changed."

His first thought was that he didn't want either woman to get dressed in any way. He'd tasted Erin's pussy, now he wanted to fuck it. And if they intended to make him the baby, then Kathy would probably get dressed too. Then he remembered something that encouraged him. During the conversation between Kathy and Erin, they'd talked about their jobs and he'd learned that Erin was now an operation room nurse and that there were no operations scheduled over the three-day weekend. Unless she had other plans she hadn't mentioned, Erin should be available to continue playing with them for two more days. It had amazed Paul to see his wife lustfully drinking Erin's pee just as he did hers. That was humongously encouraging to Paul. In his estimation, if Kathy was willing to drink Erin's pee, then she probably wouldn't mind giving him one of her superb blowjobs after he'd been wearing a diaper that was soggy with his piss.

So while that first thought -- that of a male in a rush to stick his dick in something - had almost caused him to frown, by the time he reasoned it out, or in this case, thought more like a female, he was smiling as he got a clean diaper and pad from the bags on his dresser, confident that at some point over the next couple of days, Paul, or Miss Paula, or baby Paula, was going to fuck both women. Instead of worrying about getting his cum, he should be worried about having enough cum to give. By the time he'd turned back to the bed, his smile had become a lecherous grin!

To be continued. Comments appreciated: amber_fountaine@hotmail.com