Hey guys. So this is my first try at writing. I was actually looking to commission a story if you remember, and I need to give Kita credit for starting this story. But because of just some bad luck she wasn’t able to finish it.
So I started writing a little… And it was actually kind of fun.
So I bought out her share of the story and started my first try. I edited the first part which she wrote however, so I didn’t’ just copy it.
Okay, so some warnings…
This is a F/m story with FFF/m elements. It is a husband/wife story. It is not a story that would function on its own without our particular fetish (I mean it would be a story, just a VERY short one). But it does take some time to get into as I am trying to build characters. There are sex scenes that don’t have anything to do with diapers (they are more BDSM, so I will try and post those as separate parts for those who aren’t interested). I do tend to be a bit long winded. This is a 3rd person past tense story.
I think that is all. I hope at least some of you enjoy. This is probably one of the shorter parts (I haven’t decided yet). So, I give you a story with no name……
Part 1 (rev 3)
Sarah tried not to giggle at what Mike had told her. His red face attested to how embarrassed he was at telling her about this, and it actually looked cute by emphasizing his freckles, framed by his curly red hair. She didn’t want to embarrass him – after all, it was she who had talked him into telling her all about this idea, but the thought that her normally strong, take-charge husband could possibly like something such as this, while not completely out of the realm of possibility, certainly took her a minute to process. She attempted to keep a neutral face, but she was sure he registered at least a bit of shock in her face; despite his inability to read most people he could always read her very well.
Mike, for his part, was literally squirming in his chair and was terribly embarrassed. His face felt very hot, his heart rate quickened, and his breathing shallowed. He felt like he was going to be sick. What had started as a regular breakfast had become a moment of truth that he had always known would come, but was never sure how he would handle it when it did. He couldn’t hide this forever; eventually Sarah would have run across something that clued her off no matter how careful he was. He was always very careful with his things, but eventually everyone makes a mistake. He had to force himself to come up with the words to try and explain his odd desires when Sarah asked him what his secret fantasy was. He hoped Sarah wouldn’t be upset with him for hiding this for so long. He shifted to his left and felt his stomach turn over again.
Sarah had known there was something he was hiding recently. As she sat there across from him at the table she had looked deeply into his hazel eyes and seen something he had wanted, or needed, to tell her. Even though he kept looking at his water, and then at her it was still written all over his face. She was a conservative Christian woman. She grew up in church every Sunday, wearing dresses and being demure and quiet. But that did not mean she thought things couldn’t be spicy in the bedroom between a husband and wife. It was something they had discussed before they were married and found they shared an interest in some areas of BDSM. The conversation was sometimes uncomfortable, but once they discovered that they shared this common interest it was actually very easy to talk about things. They had decided on a very traditional relationship within the house, and to use their kinks to spice things up in the bedroom. But Mike wasn’t the best at communicating exactly what he was thinking. People often accuse women of wanting mind readers, but Mike must have thought Sarah was psychic. He would often keep things to himself until he had completely made up his mind. As she looked across the table at him, she could see that he had been formulating this particular confession for some time. It frustrated her, but it was part of him that she could accept in order to get the rest of the package. She turned to the side and crossed her legs as she waited for him to start talking.
Last night had been a spicy night. They had played a bit, she let him tie her up and he had beaten her soundly. Her ass still throbbed from he marks his belt had left on her. In fact, the welts made sitting in the kitchen chair a bit uncomfortable. She had been dripping wet and begged him to fuck her hard and fast. He had been happy to oblige. She had cum numerous times in toe curling orgasms. But his thoughts seemed far away. He was a bit distracted. His aim was off with his belt. She had a few marks on her thighs to prove that. She briefly worried maybe it was on someone else, but dismissed the idea. Still, if she was tempted to worry about that now, she knew it would only get worse if she couldn’t uncover Mike’s secret and put the worry to rest.
Mike had hidden this for a long time. As he felt the warm sun on his already warm face he thought back to his previous experiences. He had never told anyone in his early explorations into this particular fetish. He guarded them like a starving dog guards his food. But, later in life, right after college, he had a Mommy. She had married, and they had broken off their relationship. It was awkward and although he had an easier time with “mommy” since she was much older than him, he had decided that particular relationship felt too strange. It was almost as if she was trying to replace his real mom.
And once, he had been caught. In his first apartment after college, he had become somewhat lax about hiding his actions. One day he needed to do some laundry, but had decided he wanted to be in a diaper all day. So he decided to risk it, and walked across to the laundry room with his diaper hidden under his pajama pants. It crinkled and made him walk differently. He felt as self-conscious as a girl going without underwear for the first time. He walked as quickly as possible to get there and back. Once back inside his apartment, his cheat heaving from almost having run to the laundry and back, he went on about his day. He had wet himself and was sitting on the couch when the realization struck him that he hadn’t gotten the wash yet. Figuring that it wouldn’t take long to get it changed to the dryer, or that others might just dump his clothes on the ground, he ran across in his wet diaper.
He made it over without being seen, despite the weight of the wet diaper pulling against his pajamas like having pants full of rocks. What he had failed to notice was that when he bent over, his shirt rode up and because his pajama pants were so loose, his diaper creeped into view. That was when she walked in.
“Ummmmmm… Hello,” she said meekly.
As soon as she said it he knew what had happened. He sat up like he had been hit with a million volts of electricity, and when he did the diaper crinkled. He turned around to see her standing there, clearly in shock, but almost smirking. It was the lady from a couple of buildings down. He had seen her in passing, and said hi a few times. He examined her smirk. It wasn’t one of derision. It was more akin an understanding smile. As he flushed she went on, “Aren’t you the guy who lives in 1069? I hate to ask, and if I am too nosey that is okay, but do you have some sort of medical condition? I only ask because the paramedics came once and…” she spoke almost the whole sentence as one word.
“Umm … no, I don’t. I mean I do, but…” he stammered, very nervously. His voice waivered like it did when he was a small child.
“So nothing that would cause…?” she pushed, walking toward him slowly. Or was she walked toward a washer. He couldn’t tell.
“No…” he said.
“Oh – I see then…” she said, not making much effort to hide the curiosity in her voice. He couldn’t look at her anymore as he threw his clothes quickly into the driver, shoved the quarters in, and ran back home like a champion sprinter. Every time he saw her after that, if he had actually been able to look her in the face he would have seen her knowing smile. As it was, things were just awkward whenever they passed. Mike wouldn’t have ever admitted to the fantasies she fueled in him, nor would he ever have had the courage to act upon them.
So it would not be hard to understand, with those events having taken place, why Mike would be hesitant to tell anyone his fantasies. But Sarah was his wife. He knew he should have told her before they got married; that it was very unfair of him to keep this secret from her, but he just never figured out the best way to tell her. There were a thousand things that he kept to himself until he felt necessary, but this should not have been one of them. But, he had kept the secret.
Until this morning.
As usual, after her shower, Sarah had poured a cup of water for him, and had then poured one for herself. She sat down across from him and her robe fell partially open, revealing one of her pert breasts. Mike loved Sarah’s breasts – even though she was a D-cup, her breasts were actually very perky. Their shape and fullness belied her age. She didn’t try to keep them covered in his presence, knowing he liked them and that there was no need to cover them from her own husband. Anyway, the spanking from last night had left her bottom in an aggravated condition, so anything more than the silk of her robe just made it worse. Thinking about it, she shifted again, and thinking about that, she pressed her legs together and felt a slight moistness between them. She reached down, taking a drink of water.
“I want to talk to you about something,” she said. Mike felt a chill from those words – those words are never good. He worried, and looked into her fair face. How much time had passed? How long had he been sitting here wondering down memory lane? He leaned forward in his chair, with his elbows on the table ready to defend himself like a high priced defense attorney.
Sarah wasn’t sure how to start. She wasn’t even sure exactly what she wanted to say. But she could tell that he was on the defensive. His posture was very aggressive. She wanted to put him at ease, so she leaned back, letting the robe fall almost all the way open. She crossed her legs and almost winced at the feeling of the welts on the wood, but reveled in the way it squeezed her legs together. She knew this type of exposure was a signal to him of her submission and it would put him at ease. Sure enough he sat back and let out a deep breath that he had been holding without knowing. “I … I feel like something isn’t right between us,” she said finally. “Like – there’s something I should be doing for you that I’m not doing. I feel like you’re not completely satisfied with me…” She trailed off at this point.
Mike was taken aback by her unstated concern. “I never want anyone but you,” he said, picking up on the suspicion that kept tempting her. “You’re the most important thing in the world to me!” Now, despite her posture he tensed up again as if getting ready to jump out of a plane.
“Then why does it seem like you’re hiding something?” Sarah blurted out.
And that was when his blush began. “Because … I am,” he admitted. He felt relieved to know this conversation was actually about to happen. Now, it was Sarah’s turn to tense up. She leaned forward and with the robe falling over her shoulders she unconsciously but up a barrier between them to prepare for the bad news.