She lay there in bed on her back staring at the ceiling in the dark. Her husband had his back to her, breathing steadily. She guessed he was asleep, or at least close to it. He shifted a slightly, causing the adult sized diaper he was wearing to crinkle under the coveres.
Her husband had recently confessed that he had a fetish for wearing diapers, and had enjoyed it for most of his life. They made him relaxed and comfortable and used to help him sleep more soundly, until he made himself stop. Now that they had been married for almost a year, he wanted to come clean and potentially make it a part of their life.
She had gone with it, but now, two weeks later she was still trying to wrap her head around the appeal of wearing a diaper and wanting to be like a helpless little child. They had been doing research together, but it was still a little mind-boggling. She learned about AB's and Mommies and everything in between, but wondered if that was meant for her. It was all so unusual.
"I think you would actually make a fantastic mommy. But you gotta have an open mind about it. Don't worry though, babe. Take all the time you need."
She would think about it and think about it, and resist, and repeat. Maybe what she had to do was stop thinking so much.
She rolled over and touched her husband's shoulder. He started slightly and mumbled "Hey, babe."
"Me neither. Come closer."
She scooted in and molded her body around her husband's back like a big spoon, wrapping her arm over him and kissing him on the back of his neck. His diaper pressed thickly into her lower abdomen.
"I keep thinking about this..." she trailed off.
"You mean me wearing a diaper in bed?"
"I can take a break if you want, babe. I know its a little weird for you..."
"No it's not that, actually it's..."
How could she explain how much it warmed her heart to see her husband sleep so peacefully for the first time, all traces of worry gone from his handsome face, not having to worry about wetting the bed at night, or disturb his sleep to go to the bathroom? How she loved seeing him give up all control of his body so he can have someone else take care of him for a change? How honored she felt that he trusted her with one of the deepest secrets of his heart?
"It's so white and puffy...it kinda makes your butt look like...like a marshmallow."
A pause, then he chuckled. "I guess you're right, it does look like a marshmallow! I never thought of that."
He was quiet for a moment before he said "I love marshmallows..."
He said it in such an innocent yet mischievous way, she was expected him to finish the sentence with "Mommy" and found herself disappointed that he did not. Strange.
She tentatively took her hand and caressed it down his side to the waist band of the diaper. She had never allowed herself to touch it before. She even asked him to wear under clothes until she got used to it, but he got hot in pajama pants, so he was just wearing a t shirt with the diaper.
Her hand continued down the side and around his bottom until her hand rested right in the middle of the thickest of the padding. "Are you comfy cozy, baby?"
A pause, before he answered. "Yes," he breathed into the darkness.
Instinctively, she gently patted his bottom like an adult would pat a precocious little child on the head. She heard him gasp.
"Is this okay?" She asked tentatively.
"That's great!" He gasped.
She was strangely turned on too, noticing the sudden surge of moisture gathering between her legs accompanied by horniness. She had an urge to repeatedly press her pubis against the padding in front of her.
"Have you wet your diaper tonight?"
She was suddenly so proud that he gave her the right answer, she squeezed him tight and repeated kissed his cheek.
"That's right, baby! Good answer! Can Mommy check you?"
Loving how she was opening up to the dynamic her husband said "yes, please, Mommy."
Still spooning him, her hand traveled from the back of his diaper to his front and grasped a handful of the swollen padding, and something else swollen and stiff inside it.
"Oh, baby," she whispered in his ear, "you've got a big boy penis in that diaper!"
"That's cuz my Mommy is pretty."
"Aww, she is?" Her clit started tingling, and her pussy was getting wetter and wetter. She kept gently grinding into him.
"Yes, she's pretty and sexy and she has nice boobies..." his voice was getting higher and higher, and he started inching the blanket over his face in embarrassment.
"Aw, baby you're so sweet! Give me a big hug!"
She pushed his shoulder down so he was lying face up and she straddled on top of him, wrapping her arms around him, and he hugged her back. Her pussy was pressed right over the diaper now, leaving a slick on the material.
She sat up on top of him. They could just barely see each other in the dimness of the room. Her husband started tugging at the top of her nightgown.
"What's wrong, baby?" She asked.
"Can I have some milk, Mommy?"
"Sure, baby, you hungry? Here..." she pulled the straps of her nightgown down, revealing her breasts and allowing her husband to take one nipple in his mouth, feigning nursing, and kneaded the other gently in his hand. She held his head up against her chest, hovering over him and kissing his hair.
She didn't understand how, but the neediness and the innocence were making her feel so good, and she could feel warmth and sensation building in her core. "Does this make you happy, baby?"
"Yes, Mommy," he said, lips still wrapped around her nipple.
"Do you like it when I pat you on the butt?" She asked as she reached between her legs. Her finger found her clit and started working it in circles, enhancing the pleasure building steadily.
"I do, Mommy," he wined, very needy and eager to please.
"Good, baby" she gasped, the orgasm steadily approaching now. "You're such a sweet little boy. And so helpless."
"I am, Mommy. I need you."
"You're just a little baby who needs Mommy's help with everything. And you can't even use the potty like a grown up, can you" she continued in a sing-songy voice while her finger worked faster and faster, her hips thrusting against the diaper. Her Littles lips were still sucking hungrily on her nipple, enhancing the sensations growing and building between her legs and she felt his hardness in his diaper.
"No, Mommy, I can't. I want my Mommy all the time..." he whimpered and sucked and whimpered and sucked.
Finally, the orgasm exploded from inside her, filling her body with warmth and light and love, and she cried out with joy before she fell onto her husband's chest. She panted as his arms wrapped around her and he stroked her hair. She never felt anything like this before.
They lay together in silence for a few minutes, savoring the aftermath of the orgasm.
Finally, he asked "I take it you're used to it now?"
She laughed and said "I guess you could say that!"
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