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Life Changes:
First, I need to explain a few things. I have a very beautiful and
loving wife. We have had our difficulties over our twelve years of
marriage but we both love each other very much.
How it begin:
For many years, I have had a fascination with diapers, I can recall as
early as five or six, I was caught trying to ware my younger sister's
diapers and plastic pants. Over the years, the lure came and went in
varying intensities. It wasn't until the tail end of my first marriage
that the intensity grew and I purchased my first pair of rubber pants
from Sears's medical clothing mail order catalog. By then I had
fathered three beautiful girls who were long past the diapers stage and
were in school.
Towards the end of my first marriage, I would come home from work and
my wife would be walking out the door to go to "work". I found out
later that most of the time she was fooling around with half the
sailors in the 7th fleet. I would get dinner ready for the girls, help
them with homework and made sure they were in bed by 9:00 PM. This
allowed me some quite time in the evening, as my "lovely" wife was
seldom home before 3:00 AM. This gave me a lot of free time to explore.
It was during this time that I discovered the predecessor to the web,
BBS sites. I spent a great deal of time on bytemine; it was here that I
discovered that I was not alone with my fetish.
Fast-forward a few years, a divorce, three years of single parenting,
and a new marriage. It was during the single parenting that I was able
to build up a wardrobe of cloth diapers and plastic pants. After I got
married the second time, my wardrobe was hidden away and only used when
my wife was away. I continued to surf the web and downloaded a number
of pictures of girls in diapers, little did I know that would be my
downfall.
After about 3 years of marriage, my wife confronted me with having an
affair on the Internet, I begged and pleaded that it was not so and was
forced to show her where I was spending my time on the Internet. I
bared my soul explaining everything, my wife took it very well, and in
fact, she had discovered it months ago but could not get me to talk
about it. We talked about it and on a few occasions, she even
participated, although I had a hard time asking her for what I wanted.
Over the next couple of years, she would have me put a diaper on before
bed and nurse her; this was exciting for the both of us.
Somehow, we drifted away and our lovemaking has become sporadic at
best. I love her with all my heart and soul and would never do anything
to hurt her but I believe my diaper fetish has turned her off, late at
night after she's asleep I'll get up and pull on my training paints and
plastic pants and crawl back into bed. She is such a heavy sleeper that
most times she is unaware of the fact. Seldom do I wet them any more as
she does not like to find them in the wash. Nevertheless, they are a
comfort for me and I sleep better with them on.
Our marriage was floating, we both loved each other very much but
somehow had lost touch with each other. One day late in the springtime
life changed for us.
I headed home early on that Friday, I had already discussed it with my
wife as we had company coming over for the weekend and I wanted to help
get the house ready. We were down to two of the five kids at home and
most times as teenagers we saw them only briefly, the two youngest were
from my wife's first marriage and spent many weekends with there
father. This weekend was one of them. As I turned down the back road to
our house, I was startled by a loud rumble and a flash of lighting,
raindrops the size of golf balls fell so hard the wipers could not keep
up. I crept along the back road until I got to our street.
It was just afternoon when I pulled into the drive way, the UPS truck
was just pulling away from the curb as I arrived, having left a couple
of boxes on the front steps. I was surprised that my wife was not home,
her car was gone and I had expected her to be in full swing cleaning
the house up for the company that would be here on Sat. The rain
continued to fall as I rushed up the steps.
I picked up the UPS boxes, glancing at the top box, I could see they
were addressed to my wife; the top one had a return address label for
Design Hers. Must be some sort of clothing I thought. I could not read
the second box but assume it was from the same place. I managed to open
the door and drop the boxes on the coffee table as I made my way into
the kitchen. Soaking wet I spied a note on the counter informing me
that she was shopping and she would be home soon. As I headed back to
the bedroom the phone rang, it was her mother who was coming to visit
over the weekend, she informed me that the storm that was ragging
outside had started early that morning around her house and had flooded
one of the rivers in the area. She was afraid to go out in the storm
and had decided to postpone her visit until later in the month. I told
her I would pass the information on to my wife and wished her a dry and
safe weekend. Replacing the phone, I headed to the bedroom and replaced
my drenched clothing with a pair of pajama pants and sweatshirt. By the
looks of the storm outside, I would not be working out in the yard this
afternoon.
Heading back into the kitchen I could tell that my wife had been busy
that morning as the house was clean and neat, not much for me to help
with and since we weren't having company that weekend it really wasn't
important. The phone rang and I answered, it was my wife saying she was
running a little late with the rain and wondered what I was doing. I
explained about her mother and that I had just changed my clothes. She
actually sounded excited that her mother was not coming that weekend
and said she would be home a little later then what she thought as she
needed to stop at one more store. I told her about the packages and
that they were on the coffee table, she didn't elaborate and I hung up
the phone.
Pouring myself a cup of coffee, I headed down into the basement where I
have my home office, catching up on the family email and making sure
that my bills through my bill payment had gone through. I logged on to
the Fictionmania web site checking to see if any new stories had been
posted. There were a number of new stores posted and I selected one
dealing with a young man being caught by his girlfriend in her panties
and was forced to dress up as a little girl and ware diapers.
I was so engrossed with the story I did not hear my wife arrive home,
she apparently had slipped in quietly having seen the light on in the
basement knowing that I was in my office.
The next thing I knew something black and silky slipped over my head
and blocked my sight. I opened my mouth to protest and some sort of
cloth was cinched around my head and between my teeth leaving me unable
to do anything but grunt. I started to stand when the cloth around my
head was yanked backwards pulling me off balance and back into my
office chair; I felt the click of metal around my wrists as I was
handcuffed to my office chair. The chair was spun away from the desk
and pushed to the center of the room. I was sure it was my wife but I
could only grunt at her in anger and surprise.
I heard her pull the other chair up to the desk as she explained that
she was going to find out who and what I was spending all my time on
the Internet with. Over the next 45 minutes, I heard sounds of shock,
surprise, and intrigue as well as the laser printer happily humming
along printing out documents. I could only guess as to what she had
found. I have pages and pages of favorites that deal with sissy's and
diapers, as well as hundreds of pictures either downloaded from the web
or self taken with me in diapers or dresses. I knew that I was cooked
regardless of how much I lied and pleaded.
I heard her get up from the chair and her footsteps receded up the
stairs, I was left in the dark handcuffed to the chair, it seems like
hours before I heard someone coming back down the stairs. I felt
something cold slip inside my waistband, I soon realize as the cool air
hit my legs and waist that my pants had been cut away. My balls were
wrapped with some sort of cloth and pulled tight, causing me intense
pain, I was told that the handcuffs would be removed from the chair and
unless I wanted my balls in a bag, I would do exactly as I was told.
The cuffs were undone from the chair and I was stood up, walking slowly
as I could not see I was led over to the weight bench and cuffed to the
stand. The cloth around my balls was pulled tight up the crack of my
ass and tied to the back of my head, causing me to stay in a bent over
position, if I tried to stand up it would pull tighter around my balls.
Before I could steel myself for what was to come next I felt burning
pain on my ass as the loud crack of the paddle rang in my ears, the
pain caused me to flinch further tightening the noose around my balls.
Within minutes tears were streaming down my face as my ass was on fire,
I could barely stand as crack after crack landed on my exposed ass. The
spanking stopped and I stood fire spreading up my backside and tears
streaming down my face. My blindfold was removed as well as the gag and
for the first time I could see my abuser. My wife stood there in a
black leather halter-top, black spiked boots and a short black leather
min skirt, I was shocked my mouth hung open in amazement as she walked
up to me. Before I could speak, she lifted up her min skirt, exposing a
huge 12-inch black cock, and stuffed it into my mouth. Grabbing my head
with both hands, she forced herself down my throat, choking and gagging
I could hear her say that if I wanted to find out what it was like to
be a girl then she would show me starting with the proper way of
sucking cock. Thrusting her hips, she rammed her cock into my mouth
moaning and commanding me to suck it. After awhile she pulled out of my
mouth, walking behind me she slapped my ass with her cock pressing the
head of her dick to my entrance she teased it saying this would come
much later after I begged her to fuck me. She released me from the
handcuffs, as I stood in front of her she told me that I was to be her
slave for the weekend, if I did not do everything she said the pictures
that she had found of me would be sent to all my friends at work and my
family. What could I do but to agree?
Make Over:
As she led me up the stairs, she explained that she was going to teach
me everything I ever wanted to know about being a sissy little girl.
Gently guiding me into the bathroom where a bath had already been drawn
she placed me in the tub, cautioning me against getting my head wet. As
I set in the warm water, I could feel a burning sensation on my skin as
she lit a candle and turned on some soft music. Shutting off the light
leaving me in the soft glow of the candle she returned with two glasses
of wine. She explained that we could do this the hard way, me fighting
her every step or we could both enjoy it and experience the feminine
side of life together. I set there with the music playing and candle
burning and begged her to show me.
She explained the bath water was filled with a hair remover as she
pulled me to my feet and drained the tub, turning on the shower I
watched most of my body hair swirl down the drain. Bending me over
slightly she remove what little hair I had left with a razor, telling
me to stay in that position she caution me that I might feel some
pressure in my backsides. She said that she wanted to make sure that
once I was dressed that there would be no need to have to take anything
off until she was done. Before I could comprehend, cold hard plastic
was inserted in my ass and I felt my insides being invaded with hot
water. Telling me to stop squirming and that it would be over in a few
minutes. I stood bent over knees shaking as the liquid flowed, it
seemed like forever and I could feel the pressure build up inside me.
Soon it was over and she helped me over to the toilet, as my insides
exploded in a rush into the bowel I could feel the cool air a
heightened sensation over my hairless body.
Standing I was soon led into the bedroom where I was gently pushed back
on the bed, my legs were pushed back behind my head and a tampon was
inserted into my butt, my wife explained that I was about to experience
what it was like to be on your period. With my legs still in the air,
she quickly slid a diaper under me and pulled it up between my legs,
saying it's a little thicker than a maxi pad but should provide the
same sensations. Reaching down and picking up a pair of plastic
panties, light pink trimmed in white lace and white ruffles on the butt
she pulled them up over my diaper, pulling me gently to my feet.
Turning me around slowly she made sure the diaper was tucked neatly
inside the panties. Pretty panties for a soon to be pretty little girl
she exclaimed.
Sitting me down at her makeup vanity, she trimmed my eyebrows and
applied foundation over my face. Mascara and blush soon followed with
the final touches being lipstick. Before I could look in the mirror,
she pulled a blond wig over my short-cropped hair and let the hair fall
down around my neck. Walking over to the bigger box that had been
delivered early that day she commanded me to close me eyes. I heard her
remove something from the box and she asked me to raise my arms over my
head. I felt something cold and sticky almost like a shell being
applied to my chest, she told me to hold still until it dried. I felt
her tug on the shell and when it did not move she told me I could move,
I opened my eyes and lowered my arms, glancing down I was shocked to
see breast protruding from my chest. She had attached some sort of body
shell to my chest, leaving me with what looked like a healthy set of 36
B's. I now understood that this was not a spur of the moment idea but
she had been planning this for a while. I was shaken as I ran my hands
up over my new anatomy dancing lightly over the breast, just a hint
where my skin ended and the shell started.
She pulled me to my feet and guided me over in front of the full-length
mirror. Amazed I turned first one way and then the other. A tall busty
blonde-haired person was reflected in the mirror, firm jutting breasts
and pink frilly panties. It was a good thing I had a diaper on as my
hard-on was straining to get loose. My wife could tell as she reached
inside my panties and squeezed the bulge in my panties. Laughing at my
excitement, she cautioned that we had only just begun.
Pulling me away from the mirror, she sat me back on the bench with my
back to the make-up mirror. Going back to the box, she pulled out a
silk black grater belt with red satin trim and straps. Pulling it up
around my waist and above my panties she made sure it was in the
correct position and all of the straps were straight. Kneeling between
my legs, she applied baby lotion to my hairless legs, making them even
smoother. Picking up a black tight fishnet stocking, she rolled it up
in her hand and placed it on my foot. Gently pulling it up over my
calf, I could feel the lace tickle my leg as she firmly pulled it into
place using the straps from the garter to hold it in place. The process
was repeated for the other leg. A black satin bra was wrapped around my
ample breast and, a black lacy camisole gently pulled over my head and
slipped over my enlarged anatomy, just barely touching my panties.
Still kneeling in front of me, a black skirt was slipped over both my
feet and firmly pulled up over my diapers and plastic panties. Standing
she turned me around slowly to make sure the skirt was even and covered
everything. The final touch was a cream-colored open half jacket that
hung just above my waist. Walking to the closet she removed three pairs
of shoes, explaining that I would have to learn how to walk in a pair
of heals, she place the first pair of pumps on my feet. They had a
fairly wide but low heel, and would be easy to walk in; placing the
other two pairs on the floor I could see that I would graduate into a
set of three inch spikes.
Standing me up she guided me somewhat clumsily over to the wardrobe
mirror, reflecting in the mirror was a tall somewhat busty blond, not
strikingly beautiful but not bad looking either. She had me turn around
and look at her as she scrutinized me closely, turning she walked over
to her jewelry box and picked out a set of earrings and matching
necklace. She placed the clip-on pearls on my ears, clasped the
necklace around my neck, and let it hang just below my throat. I turned
to look at the finished product and caught my backside reflection in
the mirror, my surprising but pleasing well-rounded butt was the
unexpected results of my thick-diapered bottom. Satisfied she took my
hand and led me into the kitchen explaining that I would have to learn
how to walk like a girl.
As I walked into the kitchen, I was surprised I had been so engrossed
with the make over that I was startled to find it was only 4:30 and the
weather had cleared. I looked out the window and could see blue sky and
sunshine. For the next hour my wife coached me on how to walk in a pair
of heels, how to sit how to stand how to move gracefully, I'm sure the
glass of wine helped a great deal. After about an hour, I had graduated
to the three-inch spikes, learning how to turn, walk, bend down and
pick something up. Between the thick diapers preventing me from closing
my legs all the way and the heels, I had quite the swing. She had me
practice touching up my makeup, I could not figure out why my wife was
making me work so hard until she went back into the bedroom and
returned with a small purse. Handing it to me, she grabbed her keys and
guided me towards the door. Petrified I told her no way, I was not
going anywhere dressed up this way. She reminded me of the pictures and
how they would find there way emailed to my friends and family. I knew
I was sunk, I pleaded with her but to no avail.
I set in the front seat with my knees pressed together, looking
straight forward hopping no one would see me. She gaily chatted about
how much fun this was going to be, finally smacking me on the arm and
telling me to lighten up. With all the practice she said it would be
hard for anyone to tell unless the got really close and listen to me
talk. She pulled into a nightclub that we sometimes go to and stopped
the car. As she got out she told me to get moving or she would send off
the pictures, reluctantly I stepped out of the car almost twisting my
ankle in the spikes, we had not practiced getting out of a car.
Composing myself we entered the nightclub, I was thankful no one asked
for my ID, but I could defiantly tell that people noticed. She picked a
table in the back where it was a little less crowded and more subdued.
I whispered that everyone was looking at me, she giggle and said not
the girls. She was right.
She ordered an appetizer and a couple of drinks and we sat quietly,
letting my butterflies settle down. I spotted a friend of hers get up
from a table and make her way towards us and I kicked my wife under the
table. She whispered to let her do the talking and I was to just sit
there and smile. Her friend walked up to the table and started to chat
with my wife, as she turned to me my wife introduced me as her second
cousin from Denmark who did not speak any English. My wife explained
that Helga would be staying for a few days on her way back to Denmark.
I hesitantly extended my manicured hand and accepted a gentle handshake
from my wife's friend, they continued to chat for a few monuments and
the girlfriend turned smiling sweetly and wished me a happy stay as she
returned to her table. Letting out a sigh of relief I begged my wife to
get us out of here and head back home, she just laughed and said the
night was still young.
We had finished our food and second drink when I realized that I had to
pee, I whispered to my wife telling her we had to go home because I had
to pee. Looking at me and smiling she told me that women can't stop
there period and they wear pads to protect themselves, reminding me of
the diaper that I was wearing. I squirmed and fidgeted for a short time
and then said the hell with it and let go. The stream of hot liquid
blasted the front of my diaper and then pooled in my crotch, later to
be soaked up by the thickness of the diaper. The stream continued as my
wife slipped off her shoe and placed her bare foot against the plastic
pants. Someone has a warm wet crotch she whispered as she pressed her
foot deeper into the folds of the diaper. I set there hopping no one
could tell as the stream subsided, and a warm pool of liquid was slowly
absorbed by the diaper.
My wife paid the tab as I stumbled out the door, the wet soggy diaper
making it somewhat difficult to walk. Back in the car, my wife laughed
about the whole thing, reaching over and pulling me close she French
kissed me, sticking her tongue down my throat, her hands roaming my
breast and pressing the warm wet diaper encasing my ragging cock. The
thought of being caught, the nasty deed of wetting my diaper and the
fact that I was dressed up as a girl all came to gather in an
incredible turn-on. As we pulled out of the parking lot, I begged her
to take me home and fuck me. She laughed and said not until you can
barely stand it as she merged with traffic.
She drove a little further and pulled into the local casino, I got out
and walked with her not needing an invitation. We made our way to the
back of the casino and stood at the slot machines, soon a server came
over and took our drink order and we sat and played the slots. After
awhile my wife smiled at me and said I might want to close my legs as I
was creating quite a stir. I glanced down and sure enough the way I was
sitting left nothing to the imagination. I hurriedly closed my legs and
looked around. I spied three or four men openly leering at me. I
whispered to my wife that we needed to move; we got up and walked into
the bar. Spying a table in the corner, I headed straight for it and set
down, my wife sitting across from me. To my horror, one of the men
followed us and set down next to me. I could tell that he was half-
drunk and was making a pass at me. My wife smiled and explained that I
did not understand English and that I was visiting from Denmark. The
man continued to talk to me telling me how cute I was and that he
wanted to get to know me better. His arm rested on the back of the
chair as his hand rubbed my shoulder gently. Glancing at my wife, I
could see an evil twinkle in her eye and she politely excused herself
to go to the women's room. I about shit my pants as she stood up and
quickly left me with a horny drunk. She had barely left the table when
he pulled me closer and started kissing my mouth. Shocked I could do
nothing as his tongue slipped into my mouth and his hands roamed under
my jacket. I pushed him away and slapped him just as my wife came back
to the table. Grabbing my hand, she pulled me up and away from him,
telling him that she didn't think I cared for him and we left.
Out in the car she was laughing so hard that she pulled off into a back
road and got out of the car coming around to my side of the car she
spun me around and pulled my legs out and placed them on the ground.
Grabbing my hips, she pulled me forward until I was just on the edge of
the seat and quickly snagging my plastic pants she pulled the front of
them down. Without warning, she hiked up her dress, naked underneath
except the 12-inch cock she had strapped to her thigh she squatted over
me and let lose a torrent stream. The hot steamy liquid pushing through
my already soaked diaper, sighing in relief she quickly pulled my
panties up so I would not soak the seat of the car. Getting back in the
driver seat, she pulled me to her French kissing me madly as she ran
her hands over my crotch. The experience of the casino had quickly
vanished as the lust flooded through my body. She grabbed my hand and
forced it around her released cock, guiding my hand in an up and down
motion. Pulling my head down into her lap, she told me to keep her hard
until we got home.
I wantonly sucked her hard member as my fingers probed her wet folds
behind her ridged cock stroking her womanhood as I engulfed her
manhood. We had not gotten ten feet when her body shook with her first
orgasm. She drove like a mad man all the way home, one hand on the back
of my head pushing my face up and down her slippery cock, my fingers
flying in and out of her. Pulling me through the front door she slammed
it shut behind us I flipped off my heels and she drug me back to the
bedroom. Kissing me she pressed her body all over me as she threw my
jacket to the floor, pulling the camisole over my head, she removed my
bra with on hand while the other continued to caress my crotch. Her
mouth went to my nipples her hand flying over my crotch and diapered
bottom. Pressing me down to my knees in front of her, she held her 12-
inch cock to my lips; wantonly I engulfed her hard member while my
hands flew in and out of her. Her thrust became harder the closer she
came to orgasm grabbing my head with both hand she slammed herself down
my throat moaning and withering in ecstasy.
On my knees in front of her, I looked up into her eyes and begged her
to fuck me. Laughing she pushed me on all fours, turning me around
facing the full-length mirror. A blond bimbo reflected back from the
mirror, dressed in frilly panties, fishnet stocking and bare breasted.
I watched as she walked behind me, on hand slowly stroking her 12-inch
cock the other pinching at her nipples. She knelt behind me, slapping
my wet diapered bottom with her hard cock. Grabbing one of the leg
openings, she pulled my saggy wet diaper and plastic panties to one
side. I could feel the cool air flutter across by damp bottom, my brown
orifice twitching in anticipation.
Reaching down she slowly removed the tampon that had been buried in my
ass all night. Before my brown hole had a chance to close, I felt the
tip of her hard cock pressing against my backdoor. Without warning, she
slammed herself all the way into the hilt, I screamed. It felt like I
was being split in two, holding my hips tightly her balls hanging down
pressed into my diaper. She told me I was no longer a virgin, and with
slow easy thrust fucked my burning ass. The pain quickly changed to
pleasure and soon I was thrusting my diapered hips backwards matching
her stroke for stroke.
Her hands wandered over my breast and creased the front of my panties
as her thrusts increased in speed and force. I looked back and begged
her to fuck me hard and fast, throwing her head back and laughing she
called me a wanton slut as she squatted over my diapered butt and
quickened her pace.
Pulling back the wet diaper and panties further as she plowed into my
ass, taking long fast strokes, her plastic balls slapping my wet
bottom, the tension from pulling the diaper back encased my hard
throbbing cock in a warm wet trap. I could not take it for long and
exploded into the warmth and wetness of the diaper. She continued to
pound my ass mercilessly reaching her climax as mine ended. Looking in
the mirror, I could see her pull her long thick hard cock out of my
ass; I shuddered and had my very first internal orgasm. Pulling out
spent, she replaced the diaper and plastic panties making sure they
covered my ass, pulling the waistband back I watch as she let lose a
torrent of hot yellow liquid, calling me her pissy, sissy baby. The
liquid had no place to go, my diaper was a soggy saturated clump
between my legs, and thankfully, the plastic pants captured it.
Our life has changed, many weekends you will find my wife out with her
"girlfriend" but they always come home alone for wild sex.
Marisol
- 27.05.2021
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