The Neighborhood

This story is a continuation of the "The Neighborhood" series, beginning with the stories, "And Baby Makes Three," "And Nanny Makes Four," and "And the Colonel." While this story can be enjoyed in and of itself, it will make more sense to those that have read the other three first.

Chapter 5

And Now, the Neighbors - Part One

by Amber Fountaine

Jim was hoping that Mindy would be in bed, and more hopefully, asleep by the time he got back home from dropping Darrell at this hotel. Even though it was now near midnight; she was still up and waiting for him.

"That took long enough," she commented without sounding critical.

"I was hoping Darrell would jump out and that would be it, but as soon as we pulled into the driveway at the Marriott, some of his golfing buddies were coming in at the same time and they all insisted I join them for a drink at the bar. By the time we'd all taken a turn buying a round, I'm surprised I didn't have to call a cab or get a room." It was all a well fabricated lie. The only thing Jim had to drink while he'd been gone had been Darrell's jism.

"Maybe Darrell would have let you sleep with him," Mindy suggested with a wicked smile.

That was the one thing Jim most dreaded having to discuss with Mindy and the main reason he hoped she'd be asleep. He knew it would come up someday, but he hoped it wouldn't be while he still had the flavor of Darrell's cum in his mouth. His lips still tingled from the enthusiasm he'd put into sucking that cock. He tried to be indifferent as he answered, "Yeah, I guess he would have. People never fail to amaze me."

He headed to the kitchen to get something to drink; something he hoped would mask the scent of cum on his breath. However, Mindy stopped him.

"I laid your nightie out for you," she said seductively. "But I couldn't find your prettiest panties. I hope you're wearing them and they didn't get lost."

"Yeah, I am," Jim admitted, then gave her what he hoped was a believable explanation. "I'd been thinking about last night and how great it had been and put them on before I remembered you'd have to be at work again in the morning. I don't want to keep you up late two nights in a row when I know you have to be up early in the morning."

"Let me worry about that," she said as she moved against him. "I like the way you keep me up late."

Jim resigned to the idea of having sex with his wife - not that he didn't want to. Or need to. It had been Darrell's suggestion that maybe he should skip sucking off Jim in return for the great blowjob Jim had given him on account of Mindy. "I've seen that look," Darrell had said. "That's a woman that's going to want to be fucked when you get back home. I'd love to blow you, but if you can't get it up when you get home and give her the fucking she's going to want, she's sure to suspect something. It's up to you. You know your wife better than I do."

Jim wasn't so sure of that any more. Jim might have known her for twenty-five some years, but he hadn't picked up on a lot of things that had been obvious to Darrell. The whole time he'd been driving home, Jim had reflected on some of the things Darrell had said.

On the way in, Darrell, with little prodding from Jim, had told him about his teens. Darrell's running buddy in his early teens had shared the sexual knowledge he was getting from his older brother - their only source of information at the time. When his friend's older brother demonstrated the pleasure of oral sex, Darrell and his friend had tried that too. That might have become nothing more than a one time thing if Darrell's parents hadn't decided to transfer Darrell, already recognized as a young golf protégée, so he could attend a high school that had a golf program. That in turn had put him together with a motivational instructor that had quickly shown Darrell that giving oral sex could be every bit as much fun as getting it. As a result, ever since then, when it came to sex, Darrell had been highly motivated.

Another thing Darrell had learned from the man was that bisexuality was much more common place than he had ever considered. "I was almost shocked when he told me he was married," Darrell had said. "And I was just as surprised when he encouraged me to enjoy sex with girls too. It had never occurred to me that a guy could like both." Then he'd gone on to tell Jim about his lifestyle and how he and his fiancé both enjoyed an occasional tryst with members of their own sex and how when circumstances permitted, they'd shared lovers.

They'd been on the way to Darrell's hotel when he'd said that and Jim had thought maybe Darrell was telling him that so that he'd be more receptive to sex when they got to the hotel. It hadn't been necessary. Jim had been eager to try it again. But afterwards, reflecting on it all as he drove home, Jim knew that Darrell's intention had been to put Jim's mind at ease. It would seem that Darrell had known a few `first-timers' prior to meeting Jim and was aware of the emotional turmoil that giving in to homosexual urges could cause. He'd merely been trying to assure Jim that all that emotional turmoil wasn't necessary.

Mindy proved that Darrell had been right again when she opened her robe, slipping it off to reveal that she'd been naked beneath it. Then just as quickly as she'd undressed the minute Jim and Darrell had left, she undressed Jim and slipped the nightie over his head, converting him to her lesbian lover Jamie.

Gross or not,' he thought as he used his well practiced oral skills to bring his wife to the first of many climaxes, she always enjoys this more when I'm Jamie. I'm beginning to think she still says, "Gross," more from habit than from conviction. I wonder if maybe Mindy doesn't have more bisexual urges than she'd dare admit?' Then he almost had to laugh aloud at himself, suddenly the expert on bisexuality after giving two blowjobs in one night.

Had the evening ended as usual, with intercourse being the final event and then the two, exhausted, middle-age lovers falling asleep in each other's arms, the inevitable discussion might have been put off for weeks, months, or years. But many of the same thoughts Jim was having were going through Mindy's mind as well and had been for several weeks -- if not for most of her adult life.

Mindy's parents hadn't always been wealthy. Her dad had gone bankrupt twice before finding the right combination. One of those times had been during Mindy's freshman year of college and had nearly resulted in Mindy having to drop out. But as fate would have it, just prior to Mindy telling her curriculum advisor that she wouldn't be returning for the following fall, her advisor had been advised that there was an immediate opening for a nanny for the department head.

Dr. Malcolm C. Roswell, Jr., PhD., the head of the university's Department of Education, and his wife, also Dr. Roswell, in her case Elizabeth J., a physician of some note, had found time during their professional careers to parent four children. Evelyn, the oldest at seventeen, was capable of watching her siblings, but busy with her own life. The next oldest, Malcolm the Third, called Trey, was twelve and had no interest in watching over his younger brother and sister, seven year old Stephen and little Katie, not quite two. So the previous semester, when Mrs. Dr. Roswell was ready to return to her practice, they'd gotten the idea to hire one of the students whose major was Elementary Education and install her as a part-time nanny, primarily for the younger children, but also to keep an eye on their oldest daughter, who seemed hell bent on getting herself into trouble. They'd thought maybe having a nanny that was closer to Evelyn in age would work better than their previous nannies, all of parental age. The idea had worked out remarkably well, but with the end of the school year approaching and the young lady they'd hired going home, they needed to find a replacement.

To sweeten the deal, and since they had a large older home that had six bedrooms and a maid's quarters, they decided to make it a live-in position IF the new girl could start immediately and stay through the summer. In addition to a salary, plus room and board, they'd also furnish a vehicle for the nanny to use to drive the kids to their summer activities. Mindy, an Elementary Education major, in dire need of financial assistance and without any plans for the summer, was a perfect fit.

The Roswell home, very similar to the one her parents would buy ten years later, was like a castle to Mindy. Her small bedroom was as large as the living room in her parent's current home and with the huge entry hall, complete with chandelier and curved staircase, it looked to her like a movie set. Mindy also found out why Elizabeth Roswell, M.D. had warned her that Evelyn could be, "a bit wild."

The first instance had been discovering a young man coming out of Evelyn's room late one morning. "Don't worry, I'm on the pill," Evelyn had said, as if that would clear everything. Then she'd explained that her boyfriend had been slipped into her room the previous evening and had waited until the Drs. Roswell had left for work before leaving the next morning. "You can tell my folks if you want," Evelyn had taunted, "But it won't do any good. And it will just cause problems for everyone."

Mindy had decided that was probably true and having been sexually active at that age herself, she let it go with a promise from Evelyn that it wouldn't happen again. With only two years difference in their ages, the two girls began to bond and share secrets and Mindy had been stunned to learn just how active Evelyn had been -- especially when she'd mentioned being in bed with other girls. "You ought to try it," Evelyn had taunted. "You might like it a lot more than you think. Guys are fun for fucking, but no one eats pussy as good as another girl. Think about it and you'll know I'm right."

Mindy had tried not to think about it. But the more she tried not to, the more it seemed to stay foremost in the front of her mind. She thought about it whenever she saw Evelyn. She thought about it when she saw Elizabeth Roswell, a very sexy lady. She even thought about it when she changed the baby's diapers. And it was one morning, while changing little Katie's diapers, that Mindy fell into Evelyn's trap.

Evelyn had been watching Mindy change the baby; nothing unusual about that. But when Mindy began cleaning and then rubbing oil on Katie's crotch, making sure to get her little slit lubricated too, Evelyn had commented that she'd love to have Mindy clean and oil her the same way. Mindy had flushed at the thought, wondering what it would be like to touch another girl that way, but instead of letting Evelyn know the thought excited her, she'd said, "Next time you wet your diaper I'll be glad to."

She assumed she'd won that round when Evelyn didn't reply but as well as she'd gotten to know Evelyn, she should have known better. Later that afternoon, with the two boys off with friends and Katie down for a nap, Evelyn came to Mindy's room wearing nothing but a smile and a diaper - a very wet diaper. Without any fanfare or explanation, Evelyn had flopped down next to Mindy on the bed and told her, "Better change me soon or your bed will be soaked."

So she had, at least she'd taken off the wet diaper. But she hadn't put on a dry one. Not then nor any of the other times they'd begun an afternoon of sex with Evelyn in a wet diaper. Later she'd learned that Trey had been a bed-wetter until fairly recently and that Evelyn had secretly been using his diapers for her pleasure for years, whenever the mood would strike her. "Wetting a diaper is awesome," Evelyn had said, urging Mindy to try it. Mindy had tried it and while she wouldn't have used the word, "awesome," she did have to admit it was exciting to be doing something so forbidden and she definitely got a sexual tingle every time she felt the hot pee spread through the material in her crotch. It was almost like someone was pissing right on her clit.

For the next two years, while they both dated and slept with boys, Evelyn and Mindy had been lovers. Not all the time, and seldom after that first summer did they use diapers, but still both girls were saddened when Elizabeth Roswell supervised the spring cleaning the following year and the diapers, supposedly no longer used, were thrown away. Then Mindy's dad's financial fortunes improved and he insisted his daughter move into a dorm and give up her life as a nanny.

Mindy's new roommate, Teresa, was the one that used, "Gross," to describe everything, especially anything sexual, and Mindy picked up on it. She'd begun dating Jim the previous spring, had been going steady with him by that fall, and engaged by Christmas. Teresa, a firm believer that sex was for procreation and not recreation, had been horrified when she discovered her roommate was not only submitting to Jim's sexual demands, but that she'd been enjoying it too. In addition to `gross,' Teresa had tried to persuade Mindy her actions were sinful. In a mental compromise of sorts, Mindy had shut out her past as being gross and sinful, but couldn't make herself believe that the sexual pleasure she had with Jim was wrong in any way. It was just too damn good!

She'd lived that lie of sorts for twenty-five years and now that Darrell McCain had brought the subject up and it was still fresh on their minds, and they were still in the afterglow of great sex, it was time to talk about it. Yet she wasn't about to jump right out and tell her husband she'd once been very bisexual. Instead, she decided to question him instead. She had her head on his shoulder, her mouth almost touching his ear, when she began talking.

"Have you ever wondered what someone else's might taste like?" she asked softly.

Jim almost froze solid, every muscle tensed, thinking she'd been reading his mind. Not sure if she could smell cum on his breath, he'd carefully avoided kissing her lips until after he'd been down on her for a while. He'd never thought about it until that evening, but after they'd kissed passionately, he realized that Mindy had never once minded when he kissed her after he'd been licking her pussy and that he had never hesitated to kiss Mindy after Mindy had sucked his cock. Not once in twenty-five years had they hesitated and that should have told them both something. And after they'd fucked, as he'd done so many times, he'd gone down on Mindy to lick his cum out of her; giving her those final little orgasms she so loved. This time, with Darrell and the conversation still in his mind, he'd been wondering what it would be like to lick another man's cum from his wife after that man had fucked her. But he feigned ignorance, like he didn't know what she was talking about. He hoped his suddenly rigid body hadn't given him away.

"You seem to enjoy the taste of your cum," she explained. "Have you ever wondered what another man's cum would taste like?"

That was too specific a question to ignore and unless he lied and said "no," and then changed the subject, he'd have to explain his answer. Instead he gave her a vague answer to see how interested she was in continuing the conversation. "I suppose every man does at some time."

"Darrell seemed to think that all men try it, especially when they're young." She paused a moment before adding, "I guess we all experiment when we're young." It was as near a confession as she could give at the moment. She was hoping to segue from a confession on his part, of his possible teenage experimentation, assuming Darrell had been correct and that Jim had had one, to her own youthful experiences. When he didn't respond, other than a barely perceptible nod in the darkness, she asked, "Did you?"

Jim had a hard time breathing. Again he knew he couldn't say no' and if he said yes,' she'd want details. Better he decided to tell her part of the truth. "Alan James," he said softly. "He was a kid in my neighborhood." Then he counted to himself. When she didn't say anything by the count of five, he was beginning to feel like he wouldn't have to say anything else. But at the count of nine, she asked, "What did you do?"

Jim thought about lying. She fully expected a confession that he'd tried sex with Alan and as long ago as that was she couldn't possibly hold it against him. But the truth was, they'd jacked off together and had both obviously enjoyed watching the other's cock. As soon as one shot the other would. But that was all they'd done -- with one small exception. Once they'd almost been caught at Alan's house. Just as Alan began to shoot his load, they heard a noise in the hall and thought it was Alan's brother, home early. In the resultant scramble, Alan couldn't stop and had shot his cum on Jim and Jim hadn't shot at all. When they discovered the noise was the dog that had gotten in because they hadn't closed the back door firmly, Jim had finished while Alan was putting the dog out. And with Alan out of the room, Jim had scooped up some of Alan's cum on his fingers and tasted it and the taste had made Jim shoot off immediately. So while he'd thought about it then, and many times since, he'd never put his hands and mouth on any cock but his own - until he'd met Darrell McCain.

And he couldn't tell her that -- not yet anyway. "You know," he began another vague answer. "The things a couple of kids would do."

"Like what?" she persisted.

So he told her about jacking off together and with a little prodding, admitted he'd enjoyed watching Alan jack his cock, and with a little more prodding, told her he'd tasted Alan's cum.

"Did you dress like a girl for Alan?"

Jim had thought of Alan and their afternoon jack-off sessions many times in the last thirty-five years and never once had he made the connection between what he did with Alan and his dressing in Carla's clothes. Yet as he thought about it, he became certain that was what had instigated those masturbatory moments. Alan had been aware of Jim dressing as Jamie, supposedly to taunt his big sister, and had never said anything derogatory about what Jim was doing. Yet in retrospect, he could remember Alan making remarks like, "I wouldn't mind having you for a girlfriend," and things like that. They were things he'd never given much thought to at the time but now . . . he was sure Alan had been giving him permission to play the feminine role in further exploration. But he hadn't picked up on it when he'd had the chance and thirty-five years later was a bit too late to change his mind. "No, I never did," he answered. That wasn't entirely true. Alan had seen him dressed several times. But he knew she meant for sex and he hadn't done that.

"Did you want to?"

That was exactly the question in his mind too. While he'd tried to erase those thoughts as he'd gotten older, he knew there'd been times, several times he was sure, when he'd thought of Alan while jacking off dressed as Jamie. "I don't know if I wanted to," he answered honestly. "But I know I thought about it."

Mindy brought his mind back to the present very quickly. He'd never taken his panties off when they'd made love, pushing them down far enough to free his cock when he needed it and then pulling them back up when they'd finished. So he wasn't too surprised when he felt Mindy's hand begin to rub his prick through the nylon of the nightie and panties.

When she felt him respond, and knew he'd be thinking with the little head and not the big one, she told him, "I need to tell you about Evelyn Roswell." Then as she continued to slowly tease his semi-stiff dick, she told him every detail of her adventures with the younger girl. She wasn't sure what his reaction would be, but knew from the way his cock swelled that it wouldn't be anger. "You're not mad?" she asked needlessly when she'd finished her tale.

He was too stunned to be angry. Considering her comments early in their marriage, he'd closed the door to any thought that Mindy might have bisexual yearnings, much less any experience. Even her enjoyment of an occasional night with `Jamie' had never triggered suspicion on his part that she would really ever do something sexual with another female, other than fantasize about it. Yet she had. And more than just sex, she'd been kinky about it. When he finally could speak, he asked, "You gave me hell about wearing diapers when Carla told you about it. But you wore diapers? And you liked it?"

Mindy almost laughed. She was prepared for questions, in particular she expected him to ask if she'd done anything like that lately. But all he wanted to know about was if she'd enjoyed wearing diapers during those first few months when she and Evelyn had been lovers. "Yeah, I did," she admitted. "I don't think I realized it at the time. But I . . . Remember when you were in Iraq?" She heard him mutter and went on. "Well remember I told you I wore out two vibrators waiting for you to get home?"

Jim tensed again, sure she was about to confess an affair and his mind raced, trying to guess who it was she'd had an affair with.

"Well the same night I'd driven down to see your unit off, it was late coming back and I didn't want to stop to use the restrooms at any of the places that were open. I didn't wet the car seat, but I peed in my panties getting out of the car and it almost made me orgasm. It reminded me of when I'd worn diapers with Evelyn and how sexy the wet diapers had made me feel."

"That was in '91," he said, fully alert. "You've been wearing diapers all this time?"

She laughed. "No silly. Don't get your hopes up."

"Why would that make me get my hopes up?"

"Because," she said slowly. "If I was wearing diapers, then you'd have a good excuse to wear diapers too."

He wasn't sure how they'd gotten from her sexual trysts with Evelyn Roswell to his having worn diapers or for that matter, why she thought he might still want to. "What makes you think I'd want to wear diapers? I haven't done that since I was just starting high school."

She had to rethink her thinking. "Okay, I believe you. But isn't that why you made up that story about seeing Erin in diapers? So we could talk about it? Like you were hoping maybe I'd tell you that you should try it again?"

"I didn't make it up. I swear it looked like she was wearing a diaper the day she and her friend went from her house to the one next-door and I wasn't making up the story about seeing Paul in the window and Erin walked up next to him and all she had on was a big thick diaper."

"And Paul was wearing panties and a bra?"

"Either that or he had on a woman's bikini bathing suit," he said with conviction. "And most women don't wear stockings with a bathing suit. I may need glasses for reading, but anything past the end of my arm I can see perfect."

"Okay, okay, I didn't mean to imply you were lying." Actually, she really did suspect that Jim had been making up those stories. So she changed the subject -- sort of. "Marge is sure that Erin and her friend are lovers. She was over there a couple of weeks ago when Erin was off and Erin was doing laundry. She said they walked throughout the house while they were talking and that the only bed in the whole house that had been used was the bed in Erin's room. Marge is sure the two women are sleeping together."

"It wouldn't be the first time Marge's imagination had gotten the better of her. Remember when she thought the people down the street were running a crack house because there were cars coming in and out all the time. Then it turned out that the people were in some multi-level marketing scheme." In Jim's opinion, Marge was not a reliable source of information. He felt like she had a lethal dose of an overactive imagination and too much free time on her hands.

"Yeah I do. Some kind of super-duper vitamins," Mindy said, "Remember, I got their brochure. But I think this time Marge may be right - or she misunderstood them. She was over there trying to talk Erin into getting involved with this neighborhood watch thing that Marge has been promoting and when she told Erin when the next meeting was, Erin told Marge that was the weekend that she and Monica -- that's the other girl's name -- were going to Vegas to get married."

Now Jim chuckled. "I don't think two women can get married -- even in Vegas. Had it occurred to you -- or Marge -- that maybe the two women were planning a double wedding? First weddings are for the bride and her mother. After that, most people make it a damn sight simpler." Then he went back to what had been on his mind for the last few minutes. "You were telling me about wetting your panties while I was gone to Desert Storm and then got off on me wearing diapers."

"Oh, yeah," she said, glad he couldn't see her blush. "I . . . When I wet my panties, it made me think of Evelyn and I wound up masturbating in the wet panties before I took them off. And . . . this was back when the kids were still in diapers -- Jimmy still wet the bed and Lynn wasn't potty trained at all." She took a deep breath and went on. "So I tried it. I stuck one of Jimmy's big overnight diapers inside my panties like it was a giant feminine napkin. Then I wet it and it was . . . it turned me on. I did it a bunch before you got home but that was the only time."

"Are you telling me this because you want to do it again? If so, I'm okay with it. I'll bet you'd look a lot cuter in diapers than Erin."

"No. Well I don't think so. I don't know!" she said, getting flustered. This wasn't going the way she'd expected. "I'm not even sure how we got off on this to begin with. And while I haven't seen Erin in diapers, I seriously doubt I could look any cuter. Erin is such a tiny thing she'd probably be able to wear them in public and look like it was fashionable. Lynn was bigger than Erin by the time Lynn was in the sixth grade." Then they lay quietly for a moment, each lost in thought, until Mindy remembered she'd gotten sidetracked again. There was something she wanted to talk to Jim about for years and she'd never have a better chance.

"What I didn't tell you," she began, "is that I found something else that was as much fun as the diapers and worked nearly as well without the diapers as it did with the diapers." Then she went on to tell Jim how she'd discovered that wetting the diaper, then holding her bladder until she had to pee again, and then masturbating and letting her bladder go when she climaxed gave her incredible orgasms. "It's awesome doing it in a diaper, but then you have a wet diaper to contend with. I discovered I can do the same thing without the diaper, sitting on the toilet, and do it at work if I have to."

By that time Jim was no longer surprised. There were probably lots of little things that they'd never spoken of. He often used one of her vibrators to masturbate, usually taking one with him when he'd be gone for several days. She knew he did it but they never spoke of it nor had she ever offered to penetrate his ass with her finger or a toy. Yet he knew she would if he asked. He thought it almost funny that after twenty-five years together, they still had secrets. As they lay cuddled in the dark, he told her, "I'd love to watch you do that sometime." Then he added, "Maybe we could even find a way to do it when we're making love."

"That WOULD be awesome," she whispered back. "I'll think about it." She'd never quit rubbing the front of his panties. She could feel that he'd gotten nearly fully hard again. "I want to suck my sissy Jamie's pretty pee-pee before I go to sleep," she said; as she moved down to lift the hem of his nightie.

`Darrell was better,' he thought as she sucked him. But then Darrell had a cock too and knew what it took to make one feel good, just as he'd known what to do to make Darrell happy in spite of having never done it before. He was getting very close to his third cum of the evening when it appeared she was reading his mind again.

She paused to look up, even though she couldn't see his face clearly with the lights off. "Did Darrell do this for you when you got to his hotel?" Considering their earlier conversation, his taking an extra hour or more to take Darrell to his hotel still looked suspicious.

"No," he answered succinctly.

"Did he offer?"

"No." It was the truth -- at least part of it. He wasn't about to tell her that Darrell had wanted to and decided Jim should save his jism for her.

"Would you have let him if he had?"

"Yes," he said without hesitation. "Maybe. I don't know."

"What if he wanted you to suck him? Would you do that too?"

He knew he had to answer immediately or she'd suspect a lie. So he started speaking even as the words formed in his mind. "I . . . A week ago I'd have told you no. Now, with everything that we've talked about . . . I'm not sure anymore." It wasn't a lie. In fact, it was the truth. But it was still a deceptive answer. Yet he couldn't bring himself to tell her that he already had -- and had enjoyed it immensely.

"Maybe we should ask him over again some night before he leaves. I'd like to watch that." Then she went back to work on Jim's prick, sucking the cock she'd sucked over a thousand times in the last twenty-five years, leaving his mind to ponder the vision of her watching him and Darrell have sex.

For the next few days, Jim half expected to see Darrell show up unexpectedly, or possibly with Mindy's help. But the days passed and by the last day of the tournament, Darrell was well off the lead, one of the first on and off the course, and was already checked out of the hotel and on to the next town. He was quite possibly at the next tournament before the courier service delivered the three baskets from his room to Jim and Mindy, along with a thank you note from Darrell. Aside from possibly a banana from the fruit basket, none of Darrell's welcoming gifts had been touched and he'd repaid their hospitality by sending the baskets over rather than having them thrown away -- or more likely, wind up at the home of some hotel staffer.

They'd discussed inviting Darrell over again, but each had his or her personal reasons for not going through with it. Mostly it was the things they were doing for the first time, like adding various types of pee play to their lovemaking. While they talked about the great things that might happen with a second man in their bed, or a second woman for that matter, they were too busy enjoying each other. They had Darrell to thank for igniting a fire between them that had damn near turned them into newlyweds -- at least they were acting like newlyweds. And in this case, peeing on that fire didn't dampen it at all. Instead it made it all the hotter.

The greatest thing to come of Darrell's visit, at least in Mindy's mind, had been when she learned Sam had been playing one of the best rounds of golf of his life until Darrell asked him where he worked and then asked if he happened to know Mindy. According to the stories Mindy heard, after learning that Darrell had been a guest at Mindy's home, Sam had totally crashed after that.

One thing they both understood from their mini discussions that had resulted from Darrell's visit, yet hadn't given voice to, was that there'd be some changes, beginning with greater openness about their sex life. Both hinted that they'd like the other to take the first step, somehow bringing a guest of either sex into their love-life, but they didn't come right out and suggest what that first step should be. Neither thought or would have ever guessed that some of those changes would come about because of Jim's carefully manicured lawn.

The day before Jim was due to fly out to Seattle he was going to mow the lawn and as usual, started out front, along the curb. How and where a two foot piece of black, half-inch gas-pipe wound up in his grass, he had no idea. And why he didn't see it in broad daylight, he couldn't explain. "Possibly," he thought, because I'm watching the houses across the street out of the corner of my eye instead of looking at what I'm supposed to." For whatever reason, twelve feet into the first cut he hit the piece of pipe and bent the shaft of the mower. When he restarted it, it vibrated so bad he couldn't mow.

"See if you can find someone to cut the yard while I'm gone and I'll get us a new mower when I get back," he told Mindy. "I was thinking about it anyway. Maybe I'll get one of those self-propelled type so you can use it too." He didn't take a lot of trips that required him to be gone for over a week, but there were enough that he didn't like leaving the lawn go that long between cuttings and Mindy couldn't push the mower they had.

"A riding mower with electric start would be nice," she teased, but didn't mean it. The only reason she had trouble pushing their mower was because their house sat about ten feet higher than the curb, leaving a pretty steep slope in parts of the front yard. As long as she pushed the mower parallel to the curb, she didn't have a problem. It was only when she tried to push it up the slope that she had difficulty.

Then, even before Mindy had a chance to ask Marge's son to mow the lawn for them, Jim called to tell her he'd be gone at least a week and a half, possibly longer. That meant the lawn would need to be cut twice before Jim got back.

So Saturday morning Mindy took it upon herself to go buy a new mower. She told the man she wanted one that started easy and was self-propelled and he showed her one that fit the bill. What he didn't tell her after he'd loaded the big box in the back of her mini-van was that there was some assembly required. He also neglected to mention that she'd need help to get the box out of the mini-van and the mower out of the box.

To solve the first problem, getting the box out on the ground, she went to Marge's house to recruit Marge's son or husband and found they'd both gone camping somewhere. However Marge volunteered and between the two women, they were able to get the box onto the driveway, even if they did drop it. But once the box was open, and they saw the handle folded up, unattached, and the wheels in a separate box inside the larger one, plus a bag of all sorts of strange looking hardware in addition to the usual nuts and bolts, Marge wasn't any more help than Mindy. So the two of them dragged the box into the garage and Marge went home while Mindy pondered her options. She was about to give up when she noticed Erin beginning to mow her front lawn.

Erin had been in Mindy's mind for several days, maybe weeks. When Jim had first mentioned seeing Erin slipping from her house to the next-door neighbor's by way of their side gates and wearing what Jim was sure was a diaper, Mindy had dismissed his notion and tried to do the same with the thoughts of her own experiences in diapers. At the time, it had seemed like a coincidence. Then a short time later, Jim had told her about seeing Erin again, this time wearing only a diaper and standing next to Paul, the man that lived next door to her and he was supposedly wearing lingerie. That story had made her worry. She didn't believe it either as she thought she was probably the inspiration for his fabricated tales.

Some weeks back, she'd been introduced to a young woman from a different department at work. The woman's name was Evelyn and she bore a slight resemblance to the Evelyn of her youth. It wasn't the same woman, but it brought back memories of her Evelyn and it seemed to Mindy that she crossed paths with this new Evelyn just often enough that Mindy couldn't get the old one off her mind. In addition, Mindy had a history of talking in her sleep. She hadn't done it in a couple of years, and usually went through spells of a few months when it occurred, but she had no way of knowing when those sporadic spells came about unless Jim told her. When he'd come up with the second story about Erin in diapers and standing beside Paul in lingerie, she'd been certain that the new Evelyn had triggered strong memories and she'd been talking in her sleep about wearing diapers with the Evelyn of her youth. She suspected that Jim had been trying to coax her into revealing her past by fabricating the stories about their neighbors. Maybe he was trying to tell her he'd like to try dressing up as Paul was supposed to have done and that he wanted her to wear diapers again. Or maybe he wanted to wear diapers again and hearing her mumbled confessions in her sleep had triggered his old urges and that's what was behind his stories about the neighbors. The one possibility she never took into consideration was that the stories might be true.

Then, when Darrell's visit had evoked a conversation that had resulted in her telling him about all that past history, Jim had stuck by his guns, maintaining that every word about Erin and Paul had been true. Jim had no need to keep up a cover story if it wasn't true, so she'd begun to be much more interested in what might be going on across the street. For her to have thoughts about her lesbian, diapered relationship with Evelyn brought to mind, and then learn that the neighbor across the street ran around in diapers and lived with another lesbian was too much coincidence for her to accept. She had only Marge's word about Erin's relationship with the woman that had moved in with her and she shared Jim's opinion that Marge had an overactive imagination.

As Mindy discreetly watched Erin mow her lawn, she admired the other woman and decided once again that Erin really was a cute little thing. She wondered why they hadn't become friends and decided that it was probably because Jim and Erin's ex-husband hadn't gotten along. Jim had concluded after meeting Keith or Kevin or whatever his name was, that, "He wouldn't last a year in the Army." That had been before Jim retired and he based all his opinions of the men he met on their ability to handle Army discipline. He'd mellowed a lot in the last couple of years, or he'd have come to the same opinion about Darrell. It seemed to Mindy that Darrell had a lot going for him, but doubted Darrell was the kind of `soldier material' that Jim had once used to measure his friends. Sometimes Jim's ram-rod stiff attitude had made her have to bite her tongue to keep from laughing, knowing that under that strict, by-the-book, gung-ho posture was a man wearing panties.

That made her think again of his stories about Erin and her neighbor Paul. It sure didn't look to Mindy like Erin could be wearing a diaper, but then to Jim, the baggy camping shorts Erin was wearing, compared to the way hers fit, might lead Jim to conclude she had on a diaper. However he'd said when he saw her at Paul's window that a diaper was all she had on. She looked at the large picture window in the front of Paul's house and tried to determine whether she could tell what someone was wearing if they were standing close enough to the window to open and close the curtains and concluded that she doubted she could be certain. But then, Jim had said he'd been on the other end of the house, behind the hedge at the corner of the house, and that would have given him a much better angle. Then she saw something that she would never have noticed if she hadn't been staring in the direction of Paul's house.

If Mindy were cutting the grass, she'd start next to the driveway and work her way around to the far side. But Erin cut the grass like Jim, starting out at the curb, going to the property line, up the side and working his way back, so that he finished at the driveway. Erin's house was on a corner and her garage was around the side, giving her a much larger front yard to cut. She'd started by following the curb around like Jim would have done and was now going back and forth from the curb to the backyard fence, between her house and Paul's. There wasn't anyone in the picture window in front of Paul's house, but Mindy was sure she could see two women standing in the side window of the house, waving at Erin, and she'd swear she saw Erin, who appeared to be trying to ignore them, smile and shake her head no.

Mindy tried to determine if one of the women was really Paul. She couldn't, so moving like her dad had taught her to do when he'd taken her hunting, she waited until Erin was turned the other way, pushing the mower back between the houses, then moved slowly from where she'd been standing and searched for the binoculars that Jim kept somewhere in the back of the garage. They'd been a gift from one of the first companies he'd consulted for, an optics manufacturer that was trying to get a contract to supply binoculars to the military. When she found them, she stayed as far back in the garage as she could, and focused on the window where the two women were. She almost gasped when she realized Jim must have been right.

The ten-power binoculars made the two women in the window across the street seem to be as close as her own driveway. Even better, the binoculars had some sort of polarizing lenses that cut the glare off the window and that made the image even clearer. Paul, with his hair and face made up like a woman, and his wife were wearing matching baby-doll nighties and . . . what could be . . . might be . . . probably were, diapers and big ruffled panties underneath!

At least Paul was for sure. She knew he mostly worked from home and she'd seen him numerous times. He always waved to her if she was by herself, but not to Jim or to her if Jim was around. She had to admit that one thing she didn't like about Jim at times was the stand-offish posture he often had that made it hard for them to make new friends. But he was getting better and it looked like he and Paul had something in common, though Jim had never shown any desire to dress up completely like Paul was dressed. She'd tried putting makeup on him one time and he'd thrown a fit. She had to smile when she thought of that.

He'd almost bellowed at her, "What do you think I am, some sort of sissy?" What had made it so funny was that he had on a pair of her panties and a slip and she'd had to fight to keep from laughing. She wondered - if he and Paul were to become friends - if he'd still feel the same way? She remembered the response he'd given her, when she'd asked if he would have sucked Darrell's cock if Darrell had made the offer. It had been something to the effect that just a short time back he'd have said no, but now he wasn't sure. It seemed to her that the longer he was out of uniform and away from all of that daily military posturing, the more the real Jim was coming out. She had no idea how long she'd been standing in one spot, reflecting the changes that both she and Jim had made since they'd met and more recently, since Jim had retired from the service and gone into business for himself. However, when Erin finished the part of her lawn on one side of the sidewalk and shut her mower off to take a break, Mindy thought of a way to solve one problem and possibly create some new and more interesting ones.

As soon as she saw Erin come out to restart her mower, Mindy moved quickly, crossing the street, hollering "Hello," and getting Erin's attention. Her timing couldn't have been better, nor could she have picked a better person.

Mindy was right about one thing, it was Jim's attitude that had kept the neighbors from being more neighborly. She could tell that he wasn't the ram-rod straight person he once was, but the neighbors had yet to detect any change and having once formed their first impression, they had no desire to be close enough to notice the difference. That was proven to her when she explained her problem to Erin and Erin had immediately offered to help - as soon as Mindy explained that Jim was out of town.

"Whatever," Erin offered. "I'll be glad to help you assemble yours, or you can borrow my mower, or . . . . your grass looks like it needs cutting worse than mine . . . and I'm mostly doing mine because I'm bored . . . If you're sure the Colonel won't get mad, I'll be happy to cut yours for you."

Mindy fought back a laugh and the urge to ask Erin why she'd turned down an obvious invitation from Paul and Kathy if she was bored. But that would mean letting her know she'd been watching the interaction. Spying on your neighbors hardly seemed like the best way to promote goodwill. So instead, Mindy told her that Erin's mower appeared to be exactly like the one she'd just bought and didn't know how to assemble and that if Erin didn't mind letting her borrow it for a few minutes, maybe with an assembled mower sitting next to the one in the box, the assembly would make more sense than the instruction book that had come with the mower.

"Makes sense," Erin concluded. "But it's really not as daunting a task as you'd think." Then she explained that her mower was only a few months old, had come from the same store, and was probably an exact match and that she'd put hers together with no problems. "Of course, I was a bit of a tomboy when I was young and used to help out in my dad's garage."

Mindy almost had to laugh again, hearing Erin say, "When I was young." It looked to Mindy like Erin was about half her age. But that didn't stop her from accepting Erin's offer.

Erin wondered, but to herself, what had brought about the sudden friendliness from Mindy, concluding it was probably out of necessity. She could easily imagine the Colonel confining his wife to quarters for not getting the lawn cut in his absence. She'd also noticed that Mindy had looked over her shoulder at Paul and Kathy's house a couple times while they'd been talking and hoped that the two weren't still standing in their bedroom window dressed as they were a few minutes earlier. She and Monica were supposed to go over there for supper and then the four of them were going out to a night club for a few drinks. It would be Miss Paula's first excursion totally en femme and they were all looking forward to it. They'd been trying to tempt Erin into coming over early and Erin was well aware where that would lead -- probably with Monica joining in when she got home and the four of them going nowhere -- at least nowhere outside the house.

They had all weekend for that. She'd turned down their offer, telling them to wait until Monica got home, and then had started cutting her lawn to stay busy and avoid answering their phone calls. Then the devious pair had stood in their bedroom window in their play-clothes, trying to tempt Erin in that way. It had almost worked. She'd decided that if her diaper needed changing by the time she was finished with the lawn, she might -- just might -- let Kathy and Miss Paula change it for her. Going across the street to help Mindy seemed like the easiest way to resist that temptation. "I've got the tools we'll need if you don't," she said, pushing her mower toward the garage.

"Jim is almost impossible to buy presents for," Mindy explained. "So for Christmas and his birthday for at least five years I've been giving him hundred dollar gift cards from Home Depot. I'm not sure he even knows how to use some of the tools he's bought, but I think he's got one of everything in the store."

A few minutes later they were in Mindy's garage, busy assembling the new mower, and when Erin squatted down to tighten the wheels, Mindy couldn't help but notice that Erin was indeed wearing a diaper. That confirmation seemed to shut her up, as she had now validated every one of Jim's accusations about their neighbors across the street. As outlandish as those remarks had seemed when he'd made them, within the last hour she had confirmed every one of them to her satisfaction. Of course there was still Marge's theory that Erin and the woman that lived with her were lesbians. That had yet to be proven.

Assembling the mower was a simple task for Erin. In fact, she was taking her time in order to pay more attention to Mindy. So it was easy for her to notice that Mindy had suddenly gotten quiet. Glancing up quickly, she saw where Mindy was looking and the flushed look on Mindy's face. Glancing down, she realized that while the baggy shorts might hide her diaper when she was standing, squatting down as she was had caused the thick soggy diaper to be very visible through one of the leg openings. Automatically, she flushed some too and wondered what the older woman must be thinking.

Mindy wasn't just thinking. Her mind was racing as fast, or faster, than it ever had. Ever since Jim had first mentioned what he thought was the unusual behavior of the people across the street, she'd fought the compulsion to join in on Jim's fantasy, more precisely, to fantasize about joining in on their neighbor's fun, assuming that it was all a figment of Jim's imagination that he was using to encourage her to think like that. Now, with it all proven to her that Jim hadn't been making any of it up, those fantasies, and all the possible combinations and scenarios were rushing through her thoughts like an erotic movie on fast forward. Suddenly she realized she was starring at the bulge in Erin's crotch and that Erin had stopped working on the mower and was starring at her. Mindy turned as red as the warning tag on the oil filler cap.

Although she should have been the one to be embarrassed, some time back Erin had come to the decision, with Monica's complete and whole-hearted approval, that she would spend as much of her life in diapers as she could realistically get away with and anyone that didn't like it would just have to live with it. That included her friends, neighbors, relatives, and the people she worked with. She'd started wearing the disposable diapers to work, showering and changing into her scrubs while there, and then re-diapering herself before she left for home. It had raised some eyebrows she was sure, but nothing at all had been said. Her friends were much more limited in number. It pretty much included her next door neighbors and that was it. She wasn't from the area and most of her friends locally had been her ex's friends. That left Monica, Kathy, and Miss Paula as her only true friends and they loved to see her in diapers. Her parents were half-way across the country, as were her two brothers and she'd get around to explaining it to them if and when she had to. Explaining Monica was going to be the hard part, and she was sure the diapers would be inconsequential after her relatives learned that she'd married a man that lived as a woman.

So while she didn't feel obligated to explain herself to Mindy, she'd always felt an attraction to the fascinating older woman and didn't want to let this chance to get to know each other better be ruined. Without addressing her diapered condition directly, she ignored their verbal stalemate, finished tightening the wheel she was working on, and then moved to the next one. Then she looked up at Mindy again and told her, "Being a tomboy in my dad's garage has come in handy a bunch of times. I've got two older brothers and neither of them had any desire to work in the garage with my dad."

Mindy couldn't resist. With as close to a straight face as she could muster, she asked, "So you were the baby of the family huh?"

Erin tried equally hard to keep a straight face too. But in seconds, the two women were both laughing when Erin answered, "Looks like I still am."

That totally broke the ice between the two women. While Erin finished assembling the mower, they chatted like long lost school mates. Although diapers were never mentioned directly, they were hinted at a time or two. It wasn't until after the mower was completely assembled, filled with gas and oil, and cranked up to be sure it would start, that Mindy asked Erin to come inside for something cold to drink and then the conversation got much more personal.

"I hope what I'm wearing doesn't upset you," Erin began, after taking a large sip of the iced tea she'd been given. "It's just something I like to do."

"Not at all!" Mindy assured her. "There was a time when I was around your age when I thought wearing and wetting a diaper was the greatest way to enjoy myself when Jim was overseas."

"Really? How did you discover that?"

"Just lucky I guess," Mindy answered, trying to make a joke of it. Then with very little prodding and lots of encouragement from Erin, she went on to tell Erin the whole story about wetting her panties and how it reminded her of her and Evelyn Roswell and then she told Erin about that too.

"That is so cool!" Erin responded when Mindy was finished. Then she told Mindy about her own youth and how she'd loved being the baby of the family and had fought to keep her diapers, what she considered the ultimate symbol of her babyhood.

"I kept wetting my bed at night on purpose," Erin told her. "so that my mom had to keep me in diapers. Then I'd wet the diapers and I loved it. I didn't stop until I discovered boys and then discovered boys were as interested in cars as they were in girls. So I went straight from being a big baby to being a tomboy and working with my dad at his garage to learn about cars. Some guys thought it was really cool that I knew as much about cars as they did."

"My only interest in cars at that age was if there was enough room in the back seat for sex."

"Yeah," Erin told her laughing. "That's where I lost mine too." Then she listened quietly as Mindy told her of an era when there were still a few drive-in theaters around and teens could use a variety of parking areas to make out without fear.

Erin enjoyed all of Mindy's stories, but the part that stuck in her mind the most was how quickly Mindy had confessed her relationship with another girl. That, more than Mindy's admission that she'd enjoyed diapers a couple of times in her life had gotten Erin thinking about Mindy as a potential playmate. Their conversation was doing the one thing she'd hoped to avoid -- getting her sexually aroused. She started looking at her watch and Mindy misunderstood her motives.

Sensing that Erin was eager to leave, Mindy told her, "I'm sorry to keep you. You probably need to be finished with your yard before your girlfriend comes home."

"Oh don't worry about that," Erin answered "Monica isn't a stickler for how well the yard is kept. Like I said, I mostly do it out of boredom."

"Doesn't the housework keep you busy enough? Even with the kids gone I still don't ever seem to have all the time I need to work and clean house too."

Erin almost giggled when she told Mindy, "We have a maid come in a couple of times a week."

Immediately Mindy recalled Jim telling her about Paul in the maid costume going over to Erin's house with his wife. Everything else had been confirmed so she decided why not confirm that too. "You wouldn't happen to mean the guy next door to you would you?"

Erin grinned and reddened slightly. "I guess you've seen Miss Paula huh?"

Mindy debated about telling her what she'd seen earlier and decided against it. Instead she said, "Jim has. He told me he's seen Paul dressed in women's clothes and you dressed in diapers. But I never believed it until just now. I figured if the part about you wearing diapers was true, then the part about Paul in lingerie must be too."

Erin smiled and nodded. "Yep. That's my maid. And she's a damn good one too. She's really getting into the role." Then she looked at her watch again.

"You must need to go. I'd love to hear more about all that, but I don't want to keep you."

"Oh, I'm not late or in a rush or anything. I'm just keeping track of the time and wondering if Monica is going to get home before I need my diaper changed." Then she grinned a little bigger. "Of course I can always get Miss Paula to change it for me."

"His wife doesn't mind?"

"It was her idea to make a maid out of him. When she discovered he loved to wear women's clothes and had secretly been wearing diapers, instead of being mad, she went the other way and couldn't be happier. He wears diapers almost as much as I do now and sometimes so does Kathy."

Mindy could hardly believe it. "What about Monica? Does she wear diapers too?"

"Sometimes," Erin answered. "But mostly she enjoys other sorts of pee play." She hesitated a moment, trying to decide if she should risk alienating the older woman by being too honest, but sensing that Mindy wasn't at all disgusted by the mention of pee play, added, "We all do."

Instead of being disgusted, Mindy was slightly flushed with arousal too as she told Erin, "Jim and I tried it just this last week." Then she went on to tell Erin about her second adventure in diapers and how that had led to her learning how to orgasm as her bladder let go and how she'd been doing that in private, behind Jim's back for years. "Now he wants to watch me wet my panties."

"I think you should," Erin whispered softly.

"Right now? Or when Jim gets back from his trip?"

"Either one," Erin encouraged, reaching to hold the older woman's hand. "Or both. Both would be better. I'll help if you want."

There were hundreds of thoughts and words and answers that Mindy considered giving. Many were of denial, but at the same time she was almost sure that this was exactly what had been in her subconscious mind when she'd walked across the street to talk to Erin. So of those hundreds of words, only one came out. Squeezing Erin's hand affectionately, she moaned, "Yes."

To be continued . . . .

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