Hi, I’m Mandy. My husband and I are working on this story together. We have really enjoyed reading the stories here. It’s very brave for you all to share your stories. We are a bit new to writing, but thought we should give it a shot. The following is the story of Jane and her family.
Honesty Alert! - We welcome constructive criticism. Just don’t hurt my feelings! We have several chapters already in rough draft, but if we are headed wayward in the intro, then let us know. Since some of the base material are our life experiences please be respectful. At the same time, we want to be better story tellers because it works as good horney bonding time for my husband and I.
Of Life, Love, and Diapers…
Intro – Love and Unexpected Blow Jobs!
I was just sitting down to my computer for the evening after a long hard day working in a loan escrow department behind the scenes at a regional bank. I have a nice Dell 6520 Laptop that has been my companion for the last couple years. I docked the laptop off to the left side of my desk and used the full monitor, keyboard, and mouse centered on my desk. While Dell was booting up, I hear Ryan come into the bedroom.
“Foods put up, kids are in bed, doors are locked, my feet hurt, my brain is mush, and I’m going to get Ready for Bed.” He chirped out on his way by the desk making a dash for the shower. “Hah, I have already had mine. I’ll play on the computer till you get out honey.” I chuckled. Hot water will always be a race or a wait around here with 5 people in one house.
As Facebook was loading on my screen, I felt a shadow looming over me about a split second before my Jerk Face of a husband gooses me in the ribs. I was really zoned into zoning out on my computer and he scared the piss out of me. I was sitting there in one of his old shirts that was knee length on me standing up. I reached down between my legs and grabbed my diaper. A pinch and squeeze confirmed my suspicions. “Damn It! You ass, I just put on a clean diaper when I got out of the shower. Now I’m wet and haven’t even made it to the bed yet! You Shit! You did that on purpose didn’t you?” I playfully snipped. There is nothing “little” about Ryan.
Ryan loomed over me sitting down as I spun around to face him. At 6’4" and a respectable 280, Ryan is a very large man. He’s not fat at all, but “fluffy” probably fits. He was a high school offensive lineman and worked in concrete until he was 23. He’s 34 now and has aged pretty well (except for his hairline… but I don’t mind really). He has always made me feel small, and I like that a lot.
“Ah, Baby I would have known that if I had thought it through, but I was up to no good! It just didn’t cross my mind. You know we are ok now and you don’t have to fuss over how many diapers you use any more. I’ll change you if you want…” He left that last part hanging in the air. I’m not stupid though. He might as well have asked if he could strip me naked and ravish me instead of loading up an innocent offer to change my diaper like that. It doesn’t matter how many times we have sex, he always seems like he’s getting the short end of the stick. Ryan’s philosophy was the kids should live out back and we should be naked all the time. He has a favorite saying though, “You never know what you can get if you don’t ask/try.”
It didn’t really cost me anything for him to ask. So I smiled up at him and said, “Babe, I’m just sitting here relaxing from my day at the bank and chasing Reed around the house. I just want to be around you and not do anything. I’m not against a clean diaper, but I’d rather it not go any further than that tonight.” A look quickly crossed his face that I interpreted as his favorite saying. He must not be that hard up tonight or he’d have kept after me. “Let me get my shower. Then we’ll see about changing you. I could always use some bumping and grinding, but honestly I’m pretty beat up tonight also.” He lamented.
That was one of those moments in life where you go Oh Shit, I’m getting old. Well, it’s not like he turned down an actual offer of sex or anything so it could be worse. We know we aren’t old, but we have both lived a heavy slice of life. We are in our Mid-30s. This is my third marriage and Ryan’s second, but we are both confident after 8 years that it’s our last. I know I Feel old some days. We have a 16 year old daughter Robin (Ryan’s kid – Quick Math Fact – Yep he was 17 and we have full custody). Then I have a 14 year old son Ben (I was pretty young too, just not as young as Ryan was. We have custody of him too). Then we have one together, Reed is 4 this year. Yours, Mine and Ours from diapers to driving. We are seriously retarded….sigh.
So that’s me and Ryan and our 3 kids. Now here is the complicated part. Robin is an All-State Track and Cross Country Athlete and in line for Salutatorian of her class. She makes her share of casual teenage mistakes, but on the hole is the best kid I have ever been around and I’m super proud to be her step-mother. She sets a very high bar for our two remaining kids.
Ben has a really hard time under his sister’s shadow. He doesn’t have a Ryan in his genetic background and I’m no gifted road scholar, though I’m not short bus either. Here is the deal both of our boys are disabled. Ben has a severe hearing loss that got diagnosed late (about 8 years old 2nd grade-ish). In addition, he suffers from some pretty intense ADD. I have worked with Ben and doctors all his life. Please don’t think I let the poor little guy suffer until he was 8. His pediatrician, teachers, and even the Children’s Hospital missed it. He reads lips and plays the dumb blond pretty well. We are fairly sure he will sell used cars…
Ben’s biggest issue, the one that really causes ass loads of every day trouble is impulse control. Ryan said that Ben would be his in his mind when he married me. If I ever questioned Ryan or his integrity as a man, I have only to look at the time and energy that he puts into his son Ben to know that I have a special man (some of the attention is loud and punishy, but he takes the time every single time). Ryan and Ben but heads a lot but I know both of them love each other. Ryan can be fussing at Ben over bad attempts at chores he has had for 8 years, and Ben will listen, apologize, and then immediately try to tell him all about his day. Teenagers think every small new experience that they had that day is noteworthy and should be reported in detail. OMG Kids… I was a teenager once too. Don’t feel compelled to tell me all this all over again! … lol
They may frustrate the hell out of each other, but I know Ben really sees Ryan as his dad. He wants Ryan to be happy and proud of him like he is Robin. Blended families are hard. Blended families of children with multiple disabilities are harder still. Ben is an honor roll student, but only after Ryan drags him through his schedule and assignments each day. It’s so hard on both of them because Ben’s meds are out by the time Ryan gets home to do homework. I help when I can, but I was never very strong in school (Ryan thinks I have/had ADD too). Ben is beyond grade school (in Junior High) and I just can’t help him like I want. Besides, someone has to distract Reed long enough that they can get the work done.
Reed is our truly special little guy. He has Trisomey 21 or Down Syndrome. He was born with an imperforate anus. He was on a colostomy bag for nearly a year. It’s a life threatening condition if left untreated even just a few days after birth. Three reconstructive surgeries and nearly 4 years later and there ya go. Normal poop shoot, good functioning sphincter, and not communicative enough to really begin potty training. We are kinda working on it with pull ups and bathroom trips and potty candy, but it will be slow going. On the bright side, given all of this problems Reed (while not as verbal as his age peers) is in the upper 98% in capacity for kids with Downs (like everything in life, it could be worse). Still that’s a tall order for any family in this economy that doesn’t come from any real money.
I am just sitting there thinking about my kids, my husband, and my life entirely zoned out again. It still makes me smile. Our life is hard, don’t get me wrong. Sometimes it sucks ass, but it’s our life. We wake up try hard and go to bed (Reed still doesn’t sleep so neither do we). Then start all over again tomorrow…lol
Facebook had loaded and the rest of my standard tabs did too. There were a few alerts blinking away at me, but I was totally lost in thought and didn’t even acknowledge them. I was drifting on warm memories of the man I love stepping in and being a father in an impossible situation. He drives me crazy sometimes, but I’m so in love with him. The kind of love that lasts. The kind of love that requires sacrifice, compromise, forgiveness and commitment. I know that no matter what even when he’s overwhelmed, we will find our way through the turmoil. He’s a real life superman and I just love to snuggle in and let him hold me.
I was still sitting there at the computer desk cross legged with my hand on my diaper (pretty much how he left me 20 minutes ago) not even facing the pc when he came out of the bathroom. I knew right away that Ryan was really tired and either not feeling well or a little too stressed. He walked out of the bathroom with his Nuk 5 I bought him for his birthday a few years ago. He was also wearing a thread bare wife beater tank and a large Maximum Absorbency Depends Brief. Ryan and I are more DL than AB, but those lines often blur a bit between personal definitions (and apparently stress levels…lol). He only uses the binki when he’s stressed or sick.
“Ben’s homework was rough today, huh?” I asked. “Yeah, we didn’t finish till nearly 8 and he had checked out mentally by 6. He’s smart enough, and I don’t like letting him work less because of his handicaps. However, It just seems unfair to ask him to work so hard all day and all night. Hell, it’s like he’s in school 16 hours a day. Thank God for football and choir, or it would be torture all day.” He said as he “saddled” up directly in front of me. All that was said with his pacifier in. The bastard is so big he can shift it to the side and talk normally without ever taking it from his mouth. I sound like an idiot with a speech impediment if I try to talk around mine.
“You know he appreciates it hun. He may sit there blanked out driving you crazy, but when he’s in class tomorrow and hands in another A that he did the work on, that’s when he’s proud and its worth the effort. He just can’t see it tonight.” I said as I leaned forward in my char to lean my head against Ryan’s thigh. Diapers are a stimulant for Ryan and then I put my head in the “Zone” so I was rewarded with a slight crinkle as he had to adjust himself. “I’m all powdered up so don’t worry about him. He’ll move along shortly.” Ryan said. He reached down and squeezed my diaper at the crotch saying, “Well, if you’re ok with not changing, I’d like to just cuddle up and watch that Big Bang Theory we have on the DVR.” He needed to hold me and I needed to be held. Perfect.
Ryan bent over at the waist and picked me up with a hand around my shoulders and one under my butt. He doesn’t really get to work out, there is just no time (we are walking again), but he is still so strong from nearly a decade of football and concrete. Now as a woman in my mid-thirties and mother of 3, I don’t giggle often, but how the hell can you not giggle when you’re wearing a diaper and your husband picks you up like your 4 year old? So… I giggled as he picked me up, “Baby, you shouldn’t lift me like that I’m too heavy for your back. I don’t want you down in the bed for a few days just to remind me you can pick me up. I know you can.” I really am just concerned for his back. He was in an incredible amount of pain when his disk in the lower lumbar burst into his spinal cord, and left him with some nerve damage. Plus, that damn surgery was expensive! We don’t want a repeat.
“Doc said I could go until my back told me to stop. You barely weigh more than a bag of concrete and you have boobs! I’d risk it nearly any time.” Ryan said clearly loving my boobs being crushed up against his chest. I laid my head on his shoulder and he carried me to bed. My girls are a steady 34 C, but they don’t stand at attention like a teenager any more. Ryan still loves them thought.
He unceremoniously threw me over on to our California King bed and laughed his ass off as I squealed flying through the air about 4 feet. Girls, if your man can chunk you around like a 3 year old it’s hard not to get a little motivated, if ya know what I mean. He didn’t even know he’d turned me on. He was just playing, but it really got me going.
He situated the covers and pillows, lay down, and motioned for me to crawl into the nest he’d made. I took off my top and sexy cat crawled in beside him putting my head on his chest and nesting in down his side. He lifted the leg on his side up a bit so I could scotch him up and wrap my legs round his. That man sure does love his boobs though, so I squished and wiggled more than necessary to get comfy. He’d pitched a tent in his diaper that was holding up the comforter too. Ryan is horney no matter what, but I really have a hard time when I’m tired. I’m almost always tired any more, the poor guy.
He started up BBT, the episode where Sheldon kissed Amy on the train. My build-a-bear monkey appeared at my side, and I snuggled Mugs down with us. Ryan is such a geek like the guys on BBT. So I’m laughing at him as much as BBT when we watch. He has two degrees in Computer Science and multiple certifications on his wall at work. He’s the IT Administrator at the bank we work at. I kinda got sucked into the show, but my diaper was wet from more than just bladder control problems. As the thirty minute show comes to an end, Ryan yawns and passes me his pacifier. I tend to sleep with his when I can. It’s like sleeping in one of his big ass shirts. Comfy. The pacifier is my one steady AB type thing. I chew the crap out of the free pins at work.
He smoothed the bangs of my thick curly red hair out of my face and kissed my forehead saying, “God only knows how much I love you, and I look forward to learning more about you tomorrow.” Goofy ass man. Now my heart was warm and so was my crotch. That’s it, I need My Mans dick. Wish I had control over what gets me going. Same shit may not make a damn tomorrow. Poor guy. I start snuggling in harder rubbing my boobs against his side. I hand him the pacifier and ask him to get a warm wet wash cloth from the bathroom.
When we got snuggled back in together I kissed and nibbled down to his diaper tracing the outer edges and the leg gathers. Occasionally, I grabbed his dick and squeeze it rather hard through the diaper. When he was good and stiff and lost in the sensations, I pulled the diaper back a bit freeing his dick. I quickly scrub the bulk of the powder from his shaft. Then, I lay my head down on his stomach and took him into my mouth while tracing the gathers with my left hand. Those gathers drive him crazy.
Ryan reached around and massaged my ass and pussy through my diaper while I suckled on his dick. It wasn’t really sex or really even making love. It’s slow, pleasurable, gratifying, and relaxing. Ryan got all stiff and started to cum in my mouth. I’m not a swallow kinda gal, that shit’s not chocolate! I spit a mouth full of cum into his diaper as he pulls it up and squeezes the last bit of pleasure from his diaper. Easy clean up that…lol
I love intercourse, but I really only get to the big O externally. Since we aren’t in any hurry and there is no pressure to finish (everyone is in bed and Reed won’t stir for a few hours yet) he just rolled me over and started to rub my pussy. I keep her shaved nice and smooth at all times and have for years, diapered pussies should be hairless (personal philosophy there). A few minutes later we have worked together to stimulate me. Ryan reached through my leg by the gathers and me coming in from the top of the diaper. I could feel all the fluid I was producing. I get “REALLY” wet when I’m horney. I bet I was wetter from the play than I was from getting the piss scared out of me. I was getting really close while Ryan fingered me and I played with my clit. I don’t really squirt as much as continually produce a lot of natural lubrication. All that is a moot worry these days as I wear my diapers at all times. The only real “problem” for me and my condition is the involuntary wetting. Like this though, I don’t have any concerns. No distractions or worry means I reach my climax faster. Ryan could feel me pee a bit as I climaxed and quickly pulled his hand from the diaper to massage me from the top side.
He isn’t disturbed by the pee; he just didn’t want it to leak with his hand in the leg gathers. You never know how much I’m going to wet. It felt so so good. Between all the foreplay and the sneak attack on my nervous bladder, I was thoroughly soaked at this point. I love that warm squishy feeling rubbing into my nearly too sensitive pussy. Ryan was just rough enough that it didn’t cause me to jerk or tickle.
“Baby, I love you. You don’t get spontaneous on me too often and that time was awesome! That was so sensual and out of left field for me. I promise that was one of the best orgasms you have ever given me. I think it might be a good idea to change you though. That diaper probably won’t hold up all night now.” Ryan complimented as he rolled over and stood up adjusting his diaper. He made quick work of changing me on the bed and we went to sleep content. It really was a great late evening. I’m such a lucky girl.
My name is Jane Smith. My husband Ryan and I have 3 children, 2 dogs, and 3 fish tanks. I’m in my mid thirties and we are happily married. We live in the central United States. That’s not the most interesting thing about me though, I love to wear diapers. Real crinkle when I move, tape on the side, plastic backed (hard to come by these days), baby powder smelling, and simply snuggly diapers.
After my second pregnancy, I was left with a weak bladder and inverted uterus, a few more pounds than I’d like, and partial incontinence. I have always had an undersized bladder. Damn little thing. It’s not all bad though, I love all my kids with all my heart, and I wouldn’t trade being “Mommy” to my bunch of Yard Apes for anything.
Funny thing though, my second pregnancy killed my migraines. Since my first period, I have dealt with debilitating migraines that could put me in bed for up to three days. Pregnancy does weird and mysterious shit to a girl’s body. You know looking back, I’m positive that if God had offered me a choice of partial incontinence or migraines a few times a month, I’d have taken the incontinence. I would have chosen the leaking even if diapers didn’t make me happy.
Anyway, I do wear diapers, and I have to wear them pretty much at all times. I can’t sneeze, cough, laugh, fart (Gah don’t tell Ryan that happens), bend over, sit down, lift things or any other number of random activities without worrying about “Stress Urinary Incontinence”. The pads piss me off. Pads that are big enough to help me, feel a bit like diapers anyway. But, the sleep leak sucks! So, I don’t wear them except for “public discretion” (as the kids put it) and emergencies. It’s just nice to have a legitimate excuse because I have liked diapers for a long, long time.
Like all good and interesting stories, mine starts with sex. Well, masturbation to be exact…