I'm Home

Author's notes: This is about a fetish and of limited interest. This story contains a cis-hetero couple engaging in sex with diapers. It is told from the male's perspective who has a diaper fetish. Some readers may not want to continue.

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"Hey guys I'm home."

I call out as I come in through the garage and into the mud room. It seems a little quiet, but I think to myself they are probably all in the basement. I kick my feet out of my shoes without untying them knowing that it is a bad habit I've gotten myself into, but it's been a hard last couple weeks. I drop my laptop bag in the hall like I always do only I have no intention of opening it this weekend. Walking into the kitchen I take out my dirty lunch dishes and put them in the sink. Two kids, a mortgage, a car payment, and a stay at home mom doesn't leave any go out to lunch money although I splurge occasionally just to get out of the office for a little while. It wouldn't matter if she worked either. Daycare, work clothes and gas would burn everything she made at the bank she worked at before the oldest was born. And she was a manager. Talent and college degree still doesn't make up for being born without a penis. On my way to the bedroom I glance towards the basement, and see the light is out. Maybe they are watching TV in our room I think to myself. Walking towards the bedroom the door was ajar and a dim light was glowing through the crack. It was way too quiet for the kids though. I push open the door still thinking that everyone might just be engrossed in the latest animated atrocity from Hollywood, and totally unprepared for the image that I beheld.

Stunned by the beauty of the angel before me with her make up done, hair up in a simple yet elegant dress that emphasized all of her best features and erased the years I could only stammer out "Wha, Where are the kids?"

She laughs and says "I guess you weren't expecting this when you got home!" as she moves towards me. I catch the scent of Victoria Secret Pink perfume, which she wore when we first met, just before she wraps her arms around my neck. We look briefly into each other's eyes before embracing. "I thought we could use some us time after the last few weeks so I worked it out with my Mom and Tony to take them. I figured you would be fine with that." She says smiling with her arms still around my neck and her body pressed up next to mine.

"Uh, yeah that's great!" My mind is beginning to switch gears and get up to speed. "So what is the plan for tonight? And you look amazing!"

"Well, I was thinking you could change and we'd go to hibachi. Mmm hibachi!" and she rubs her stomach. She's cute and I love her. "I know it is a little pricey but we get enough for at least 2 meals and I think we should treat ourselves after everything." She says as she breaks the embrace and moves to sit on the edge of the bed.

"No complaints here. I'm pretty much on auto-pilot so whatever you say is good to me." I say as I start to move towards the master bath.

"Whatever I say? I like the sound of that! Hurry up and get a shower! I ate early with the kids and I'm really hungry."

I turn on the shower and strip down. I barely notice she as she walks past me and into our closet to pick out my clothes. As I'm stepping into the shower after tossing my work clothes in the closet hamper I hear from behind me "Rrr-ow!" I blush a little, even after being together for a decade, and say "You're silly."

"Noooo, I just love your little butt, and it is all mine." She pats my bottom as she walks by with my clothes to the bedroom. "Now go get clean!"

I take as quick of a shower as I can manage. The hot water just feels too good on my achy back and neck to go any faster. I even remember to squeegee the shower doors as I towel off. I give my hair and beard a once over with the brush, deodorant, brush my teeth and hit my neck with a spray of Victoria Secret's Very Sexy for Men, which was the first cologne she bought me. If she smells good I'm going to too. I head into the bedroom to find my suit laid out on the bed.

"I know you don't like dressing up so no tie, but you just look so hot in your suit!"

I laugh a little and say "You're cute" smiling back at her exuberance.

"No that's definitely you."

I get dressed starting with the pair of black Calvin Kline microfiber bikinis. They are a little bit lower rise than the norm, and they are the only pair of 'sexy' men's underwear I've ever bought.

"I love you in those. They make you package look so good." She says lustily as I pull them up "And your bottom too." while sneaking a peak at my back side.

"I know you do." I say and smile at her.

Socks, t-shirt, pants, shirt and coat finally all come together and I jam my feet back into my already tied shoes on the way out the door. It isn't a far drive to the restaurant and we fill the time with the usual minutia of parenthood, how Joe did at school, what books Anna liked to have read to her this week, and parent teacher meetings were starting to be scheduled. Surprising the restaurant isn't packed tonight and we sit at a table with 4 other couples. Since we are the last to arrive at this table the waitress took our drinks and orders quickly. No sooner than we receive our soup and salad the chef is wheeling out the cart. He does all the usual tricks, but we still enjoy them. The flaming smiley face opened, followed by the onion volcano which was put out by the plastic figure of a boy peeing. He got down to business by spinning the egg, picking it up with the spatula, bouncing it on the spatula, and cracking it as it fell on the edge of the spatula. He doesn't have as much of a stage presence as some we've seen; he talks very little through it all but he is technically superb. We talk very little through dinner enjoying watching the chef cook and devouring our entrees. The food was just how we like it, and there are just mountains of it. I think we're set for lunch and dinner tomorrow. We even manage to control ourselves and not stuff ourselves stupid, which might be a first. Although that might be a sign of parenthood as we both have an idea of what is for dessert.

The drive home is more chit chat with some playful hands on my part and her repelling my advances mostly half-heartedly. After we pull into the garage and the door starts closing I lean over and steal a kiss. "This was a great idea, thanks babe."

She smiles, "It's no big deal. We've both needed this. Now let's get inside."

I grab the leftovers and unlock the door. The cat is waiting for us just inside so we about trip over her trying to get in, as usual. We take off our shoes. Feeling more like myself I actually untie them.

"Why don't you find a place in the fridge for the leftovers and make us a couple drinks." She says as she heads off to the bedroom.

"Ok. What did you want?"

"How about a Maker's and Coke?" I hear her call out.

"No problem." I say as I head into the kitchen with the cat. I open the fridge and see this is going to be a challenging game of Tetris. Eventually, I get the leftovers in there with the 2 pizza boxes and other leftovers. The cat yowls at me for food. So, I pop a can, toss it on the floor and make my way back to the garage to get a couple cans of Coke. As I come back into the kitchen the stench of cat food slaps me in the face and I hold my breath as I find a couple rocks glasses, fill them with ice and put the other Coke in the fridge to get cold. Quickly, I head to the liquor cabinet in the dining room where I can breathe again. I measure out a shot into each glass and fill it with half the Coke. It's sad we're such lightweights anymore that 1 or 2 are about all we can handle before we fall asleep. Taking the glasses from the buffet counter I carry them back through the toxic cloud towards the bedroom.

Turning right into the open bedroom I about drop the drinks, and I'm tongue tied for the second time since I've been home from work. My partial seizure must have been obvious as I only came to after she said "I take it you approve?"

"You are the most the most amazing wife ever. I have no idea what I did to deserve you."

"I'm happy to for the most amazing husband ever."

As she gets up from the bed I take it all from my fixed location by the door still unable to do much more than stare. The silky fabric of her long, flowing nightie caresses her curves as she gets up from reclining on the bed in her seductive pose to glide towards me. The low neckline puts her beautiful 44DD breasts at risk of escaping. Soon she has her arms around my neck and kisses me. Realizing I'm still in a partial stupor she says "Why don't we find a better place for these." and takes the glasses from my hands and puts them on the dresser beside her. Coming back to me she resumes by taking off my coat and putting it on the door knob. While unbuttoning my shirt she kisses me again and my hands lovingly cradle her face and my fingers reach into her hair. My hands leave her when she pulls my shirt off my shoulders, and she pulls my t-shirt up over my head.

Now that I'm bare chested she leans into me and kisses me briefly on the lips and kisses her way to my neck, down my chest and to my waist. I can feel myself responding to her dancing lips. I love feeling her kiss me down my body. It drives me wild. She reaches my belt and undoes it with ease. Next she deftly handles the button and the fly leaving the pants no choice but to surrender to the floor, and followed soon after by the dress shirt that was hanging on under duress by the waistband. Kneeling, she runs her hands up and down my back and butt as she kisses along the band of my underwear. I can feel myself throbbing uncontrollably as I strain to reach full size against the tight microfiber. My hands can only feel her shoulders and the satin straps. She is making me moan with anticipation. She runs her hand over my restrained member and says "Maybe it is time we got you out of these too." She glides her soft hands under the waist band and slides them down my legs down to my feet and I step out of both the pants and underwear leaving me comically standing at full attention in just my socks. Neither of us pays any attention to the awkward photo this would make, being focused solely on each other. Her hands move back up my legs sending a shiver down my spine. Upon reaching my bottom they wander to my erection in a rendezvous with her mouth.

"Oh babe..." I moan uncontrollably. Her lips closed around me and I feel her tongue move along the underside while one of her hands lightly strokes the shaft and the other is wrapped around me. Knowing I can't hold out very long she releases me and stands up slowly. She leads me to the bed which is already turned down. We get into bed taking our preferred sides. It isn't elegant like in the movies but real life rarely is. Facing each other we kiss and I look into her eyes. Sensing my unspoken question she says "Maybe you could do something for me..."

For reasons unknown that is always what she says when she wants me to go down on her. I love going down on her. It is one of my favorite things. Wrapping my arms around her legs and having my head between them while my tongue touches her in the most personal way until I feel her grab my head and squirm against me is one of the best things in the world although, my beard is too prickly for her. This is a special moment to be savored. My hands are running lead for my lips. They are sailing over the satin waves of the surface and the building storm underneath. The expedition stops briefly at her bosom; when she is ready she doesn't want any more foreplay. The voyage to her sea is smooth sailing until the lead ship encounters an iceberg beneath the surface around her naval. It is too large to be her panties and I look up her. She smiles and nods. My heart skips a beat and takes off at flank speed. My hand race down her thighs and calves to the hem and bring back as fast as they can with Steph lifting up to slightly and the beautiful satin comes to an unceremonious bunch around her middle.

Finally, I behold it, the unexpected iceberg that sank the first expedition. I stare briefly in amazement marveling at how lucky I am, and then begin running my fingers over the soft cloth exterior and feeling the padding under it. I look at her and say "I'm so lucky to have you."

"I'm lucky to have you. So you like it?"

"I love it!"

"I hoped you would. Maybe with this I can wear for you a little more often, and it should be fine without a cover since I won't wet it or anything and I can just throw it in the wa..."

She can't finish her sentence before I kiss her open mouth, and in a whisper "I love you so much. I just can't believe it after everything these last few weeks."

"You've been so stressed at work, and still great to the kids and me. I know it is so hard to get off one job and start working the second when I thrust a screaming kid in your arms as you walk in the door. I thought you needed and deserved something special."

I kiss her again and manage to say, "I don't deserve you."

"No we just take care of each other."

I kiss her again and work my way back down her body, much quicker this time. Running my hands over the soft, padded cloth turns me on, but I quickly find the Velcro tabs knowing that what is coming next is what she is waiting for. With 2 quick 'rips' the tabs come loose, and I fold the side tabs back on themselves so they don't scratch her or get caught on her nightie. I lower the front revealing her to me. As I get into position she holds herself open for me. Being so close to her, smelling her faint scent, and feeling her heat is intoxicating. I begin to caress her clit with my tongue which elicts a gasp and a moan. I'm careful not to push my face in too far and poke her with my beard. This is pretty challenging with my short tongue, but I love doing it all the same. I try to keep my tongue flat and gently glide it over her button just the way she likes. I feel her move against me and her heavy breathing which drives me on. My tongue and neck question my abuse of them, but the feeling of her liquid on my chin is like an opiate for any discomfort. I keep on but I worry that I'll be waved in before the inning is up. The regular starter, Mr. Fingers, being called in to finish. She takes a breath and there is a lull in her breathing. This might be it, the dreaded tap on the shoulder. She breaths out and begins to move her hip more.

"Oh GOD!" she cries out. I continue lapping at her fountain; this is what I live for. I can feel her begin to tense up now. It won't be long. Slow and steady can't throw off the rhythm now. Got to prolong it as long as I can, those are the best ones. She moans loudly and now I feel her contract and release under me as the orgasm hits. I keep going as long as I can feel her contract and release. When she can't take anymore she pulls on me to come up beside her. On the way I rub my face on the sheet. I lay on her shoulder with an arm across her and we hold each other for minute enjoying the closeness created by such intimacy.

After she comes down I head into the bathroom to rinse with mouthwash. It's one of her idiosyncrasies, like I have the sheets just so to sleep, she can't kiss me after I go down on her. I come back to bed and snuggle up beside her again. She is trying to wake up, and doing surprisingly well. I'd have passed out after that, which is probably the reason why she almost always goes first. She rolls towards me and kisses me. Pushing me over on to my back, and with a hand on either side of me continues on to kiss my neck. As she reaches my chest she use one of her soft to caress up and down my chest driving me wild. I squirm and moan but she keeps on. My sex had relaxed while I went down on her from its previously painful state, but it is throbbing once more. It is aching to feel her. Her lips continue just far enough down my chest so her playful hand can tease me.

She massages next to it beside my leg and then on the other side and I quiver with anticipation. Suddenly she runs her hand along my shaft and it is like being struck by lightning. She knows I won't withstand much more of this. She sits and straddles me. With her hand as the guide we finally meet each other. We become one as I slowly slide inside. She doesn't move for a second just to enjoy the feeling. Very slowly she begins to move up and down on me to keep me from popping. Her hair has fallen around her face. Nothing else exists outside of it. I only know her loving countenance. She pauses frequently to draw it out, but we know it won't be long. Slowly she continues her ministrations. Seeing the dam has cracked she no longer pauses, but drives on. The torrent seizes me and it my turn to cry out "Oh babe!" but she continues unfazed knowing not to stop too soon. I relax, and look up at her to see her smiling back at me. She does the cutest little one side of her mouth blow to get a stray hair out of her face. Realizing it was a futile gesture she uses her hand to pull it all back over her head. She does it every time but I love it. She rests her head on my shoulder for a minute and enjoy the closeness of being one.

She starts up first and heads to the bathroom, and I follow. We each take our sink in introspective silence and clean up. I wait for her to finish up and wrap my arms around her in an embrace. "That was wonderful, thanks."

"Thank you!" she says. "Now let's get you ready for bed."

Thinking it was the socks, I take them off and toss them in the laundry before going back to the bedroom. However, when I get back I see I was wrong yet again. She had a Tena Slip disposable diaper and a nightie that matched hers laid out for me. She sees she has gotten me again and smiles. Patting the bed where I should lay down she says "You know what to do."

Indeed I do. I lay down beside the diaper so she can powder my bottom. She sprinkles the powder all over my bottom and then rubs it in. I roll on to my back to rest on the soft padding so she can do my front, which I think is her favorite part. Like my bottom she sprinkles the powder all over, but she does one last big squeeze for underneath my bits and above my butt. After rubbing it in she pulls up the front of the diaper making sure I'm pointed down. I look down at the double purple stripes and wetness indicator as, one side at a time, she expertly tapes me in. With a final "thbbbtt" she blows a raspberry on my stomach. It's the little things like that, that she always does, that make me love her all the more. She offers her hands to me and I sit up and wrap my arms around her waist, and she wraps hers around my head putting my face to her breast. "I love you so much." I say.

"I love you too." As she lets me go and says, "Ok, now arms up." and puts the matching nightie over my head. The silky cloth is cool at first, but it quickly warms. It feels wonderful. I lay down on my pillow and straighten the nightie enjoying every caress of the fabric on my skin.

She climbs into bed and we pull up the covers, and straighten mine just so. She rolls away from me so I can run my fingers through her hair for a while. It relaxes her and helps her sleep. When she's almost asleep she says "Thank you."

"You're welcome." I reply and roll from my back to my side facing away. She rolls towards me now and scoots up to spoon me. Sliding one arm under my pillow she rubs my padded bottom with her other one, which feels amazing in the silken nightie. Pretty soon she pats my bottom affectionately, and pulls the nightie down where it had rode up. "I love it when you rub my bottom, thanks."

It is her turn to say "You're welcome." and we snuggle into each other to drift off to dreamland.