I discovered my husband’s sexual predilections when I was looking through
the garage for old magazine covers to decoupage. I found a sealed carton of
new magazines that were of a “different” nature. I was naturally curious
about his secret desires and took the carton into the house for closer
examination. When I got them out and leafed through them, I was thoroughly
shocked. My husband had very strange tastes in pornography. The bottom of
the box was filled with paperback books with the same sexual theme.
I went back to the garage and searched though “his” storage area. I
found
an old Samsonite briefcase behind the paint cans under an old tarp. It was
locked, but I had a key from a suitcase that I thought might fit. I took it
inside and opened it, only to find it filled with “costumes and props”
that
fit the sexual theme of the carton’s magazines and books. “Oh ho”, I
thought, “I’ve got him now! If this is the kind of sex play he’s
interested
in, I’m not going to have any problems with him in the future.”
I decided then and there that I would “encourage” him in his fantasies.
If
this was what he wanted I would be happy to oblige him. I went shopping that
very morning for more costumes and props that would titillate him and
provide me vast amusement. If he were embarrassed enough about his
fantasies, then I would be able to blackmail him into doing virtually
anything I wanted. His life at home was about to take a radically new
direction!
I waited eagerly for him to come home from work that Friday. He had finally
become eligible for the trust fund his Grandparents had left him and he had
submitted his resignation. This was his last day at work. I had spent an
hour preparing the family room for our confrontation. I had placed a
selection of his magazines under the afternoon newspaper on the coffee table
in front off me. The suitcase was hidden under a sheet on the floor. I had
stopped at a Thrift shop and purchased a Ping-Pong paddle which I had
hid-den beside me on the easy chair. A special dinner was waiting for him,
ready to be heated and served, along with an evening drink in a bottle in
the refrigerator.
I heard him come in the front door and put his briefcase on the floor of
the foyer. I called him into the family room and asked him to sit down on
the couch beside the easy chair. I decided I would toy with him a bit before
I sprung my trap. The surprise would confuse and humiliate him and make him
easier to control. “How was your last day?”, I asked.
He looked at me with a puzzled expression and said, “Okay, I guess. Same
as
always. How was your day?”
I smiled broadly at him and said, “I spent most of the afternoon
shopping.
I did some cleaning in the garage this morning and I think I found something
of yours, would you care to explain this?”
I picked up and folded the newspaper covering the coffee table, revealing
the covers of his magazines. I got up out of the chair and went over to the
covered suitcase and removed the sheet, exposing the contents of the
suitcase. “Or this?”
His face turned beet red and I knew I had hit home. The coffee table was
stacked with consecutive issues of “Dominatrix” magazines. I had placed
a
particularly provocative (“-to him”, I thought,) issue whose cover
depicted
a woman in high heels and leather spanking a man dressed only in a diaper
and baby bib. I reached over into the suitcase and picked up a soiled adult
diaper and rubber incontinent pants and said, “I believe these are your
size.”
I dropped them and took a baby bottle and pacifier from the case and asked,
“These are not your size, but they are yours, aren’t they?”
I put them down and picked up a can of formula and some jars of baby food
from the case and said, “Something to drink and a midnight snack, I
suppose?”
His face turned scarlet in embarrassment. He began to stammer out an
excuse, “I…I.. didn’t….haven’t for a long
time…..I…st..stopped…”
“Don’t lie to me! You haven’t stopped anything. That magazine on top
is
last month’s issue. Is this what you want?”, I demanded, opening another
magazine to a picture I had bookmarked. “Or this,….. or this,…… or
maybe you’d like this better?” I asked, opening magazines to bookmarked
pictures until the entire coffee table was covered with photos of diapered
men being spanked, fed baby food, bottle and breast fed.
I knew these must be his favorite pictures because the top corner of each
page had been marked with a dog-ear. He hid his face in his hands in
resigned humiliation. I could see that he was weeping behind his hands. He
whispered in a broken voice, “If you want a divorce I’ll give it to you.
Anything you want, only don’t tell anyone about…..”
“Quiet!”, I ordered him, cutting him off in mid-sentence. “When I
want you
to speak, I’ll tell you to speak! If you want me to keep quiet about this,
you’ll do exactly what I say. Do you understand me? Exactly!”
He nodded his head in total submission and I continued, “From now on
you’ll
do everything I say or you’ll be punished. Is that clear? I’m going to
be
your Mommy and from now on you’ll do what Mommy tells you. Mommy will make
all the decisions in this house. Since you want to dress and eat like a
baby, I’m going to treat you like a baby. You’re going to eat baby food,
drink formula, and wear diapers day and night. You’ll take naps, crawl on
the floor, suck your thumb, and play with baby toys. I’m going to fulfill
your wildest fantasies. I’ll bathe you, feed you, dress you, and change
your
dirty diapers. You’re going to be a baby again, my baby. Is that clear?”
He nodded and I said, “Good, now go over and stand in front of the
ottoman.
Now drop your pants. Don’t take them off, just let them fall down around
your legs. Good. Now drop your drawers. Kneel down in front of the ottoman.
Now lay down on your tummy on top of it. Farther up, I want your bottom in
the middle of it. Put your head down and look at the floor. Good, now stay
right there, baby.”
I went to the easy chair and retrieved the paddle and stood over him and
said, “You’ve been a very naughty baby. You’ve lied to Mommy and tried
to
deceive her. Mommy’s going to spank you.”
I spanked him until his bottom turned bright red and he started to cry.
“What’s my name, baby? Tell me or I’m going to spank you some more!”
“Di…Diane.” I swatted his bottom with the paddle and said, “That’
s what
everybody else calls me. What do you call me?”
“Mo…Mommy…….You’re…You’re my Mommy.”, he cried.
“What are you? Tell me!”
“I’m your baby.”, he whispered.”
“Louder”, I demanded.
“I’m your baby!”, he cried.
“Are you going to be a good baby?”, I asked.
“Tell Mommy you’re going to be Mommy’s good baby!”
“I…I’ll be a go…good baby, Mommy.”, he stammered.
“That’s a gooood baby.”, I sneered. “Now stand up and step out of
those
clothes. Take off your shirt and take your dentures out of your mouth and
give them to me.”
He stripped off his shirt hurriedly and removed his dentures and handed
them over. His face was a mask of fear and his hands shook with emotion.
“Look at him,”, I thought, “he’s terrorized by the fear of what
I’ll do to
him. He’s become completely submissive.” “Now go stand in the corner
and
suck your thumb until I call you.”, I told him firmly.
I pointed to the corner of the room and he walked over and stood in the
corner facing me with his thumb in his mouth. “Turn around and face the
wall.”, I said. “Or do you want another spanking?”
He faced the wall obediently while I put a large plastic mat on the carpet.
I took a diaper bag out of the closet and put it next to the mat, then went
to the kitchen and took the bottle from the refrigerator and put it in a
bottle warmer. I went to the corner and took him by the hand and led him to
the mat and told him to lay down on it face up. I told him to roll over on
his right side. I took an adult disposable diaper from the diaper bag,
opened it up, and put it behind his bottom on the mat. I ordered him to roll
on his back tummy up and dusted his crotch with baby powder. Tears rolled
down his face as I pulled the diaper up between his legs and fastened the
tapes. When I finished, I patted the front of his diaper and said, “Is
baby’s dydee comfy?”
He squirmed and I noticed that he was fully erect under the diaper. “Baby
had better be comfy in dydees because he’s going to be wearing them from
now
on. Now stay there baby, while I get you something to drink.”
I went to the kitchen and got the baby bottle filled with warm formula and
re-turned. I handed it to him and said, “Drink this baby.”
He whimpered and put the nipple in his mouth. “Suck on it baby!”, I
ordered.
He started nursing and I went to the easy chair and sat down. I watched him
suckle the bottle, wondering how long it would take for the diuretic and the
laxative that I spiked the formula with to take effect.
I watched tv for an hour, then took him by the hand and led him to the
kitchen. I sat him down in a geriatric chair I had bought early that
afternoon, strapped him in the chair and tied his arms to the armrests of
the chair with gauze strips. I put the tray on the chair and tied an adult
feeding bib around his neck. I prepared a dinner of strained peas, plums and
mixed vegetables and chicken in a feeding dish and brought it to him. I put
the feeding dish on the tray, then sat down in a kitchen chair in front of
him. I picked up the spoon in my left hand and reached under the tray with
my right hand and grabbed his balls through the diaper. “If baby doesn’t
eat
his dinner, he knows what Mommy is going to do, doesn’t he?”, I asked,
giving his balls a squeeze.
He shivered involuntarily and nodded. I fed him the entire dinner of baby
food non-stop with my left hand, while holding his balls tightly though the
diaper with the other hand. Whenever he slowed his eating I clamped down on
his balls, threatening to crush them. When he finished, I wiped his face
clean with the bib and wheeled him into the fam-ily room. I sat down and
watched tv.
After about an hour I heard a small voice ask, “Mommy, would you let me
up
to go to the bathroom? I need to pee.”
I laughed and told him to wait until the end of the movie. A half-hour
later I heard him ask me again, “Mommy can I pleaaaase go to the bathroom?
I
need to pee now! I’ve got to poop too!”
I turned to him and said, “Why do you think I diapered you? You can pee
and
poop whenever you want to; you’re wearing a diaper, use it!”
I turned back to my movie. A few minutes later, I heard a soft moan and I
turned to him and asked, “Did you pee in your dydee baby?”
He nodded miserably. “Pleaaaase change me Mommy.”, he begged. “Did
you
poop?”, I asked.
He shook his head no and I told him to tell me when he had pooped in his
diaper. I continued to watch the tv, sneaking peeks at him from time to
time, to see how he was reacting to this treatment. He seemed to be
alternately miserable and sexually excited. He begged me again, “Pleaaaase
Mommy!”
I got up and reached into my pocket and took out a pacifier which I put
into his mouth. I removed the tray from the chair and untied his arms and
unstrapped him. His soggy diaper sagged deeply under the weight of his pee
as I took him by the hand and got him out of the chair. I made him sit on
the mat while I put the chair in the corner. Then I took a large mesh bag
from the closet and dumped it on the floor in front of him. Wooden blocks
tumbled out in a pile and buried his feet. “Suck on your Binkie and play
with your blocks quietly. Let Mommy watch her movie or Mommy is going to
spank you. Do you understand me?”
He nodded and began stacking the blocks; constructing some kind of
building. “On your hands and knees baby! Play on your hands and knees! I
want to see you crawl.”, I ordered and sat down again in my easy chair.
He got on all fours to work on his project and within twenty minutes I
heard a moan gagged by the pacifier. Within a few minutes the smell of a
dirty diaper reached me. I glanced down at him and smiled at his complete
humiliation. I chuckled, “Diddums poop in his dydee?”
He looked up at me with tears of shame welling up in his eyes and nodded.
“Keep on playing and I will change you when the commercial comes on.”, I
told him.
When the commercial came on, I made him lie on his back on the mat. I knelt
be-side him with the diaper bag and unfastened the diaper tapes. I pulled
the diaper down between his legs and looked at the stinking mess in the
diaper. “That’s a gooood baby. He made a good poopy in his dydee. Is
baby
happy now? Is this what he wants? Does he en-joy Mommy treating him like a
little baby?”
His penis stood up, hard and fully erect. I smiled down at his erection and
caressed the tip of his penis with my fingertips. “I’ll take this as a
yes.”, I said.
I made him roll over on his side and cleaned his dirty bottom with a baby
wipe, then I rediapered him in a fresh diaper. “If baby is good, Mommy
will
let him have some titty before he goes nite-nite.”, I promised him. “Now
go
back to your playing.”
He got back on his hands and knees and started playing with his blocks
again. When the news was over I said, “It’s time to go nite-nite baby.
”
I took him by the hand and led him to the spare bedroom which I had
redecorated as a nursery. I put him in the bed on his side with his feet at
the bottom of the bed. I picked up a book from the dresser, climbed into the
bed beside him with my head at the top of the bed and removed his pacifier.
His eyes grew wide and bright with excitement as I opened my blouse and
lifted my breast out and guided the nipple to his trembling lips. He took
the nipple between his lips, drawing the aureole completely into his mouth
and started sucking. I opened the book and began reading a Winne the Poo
story to him while he nursed at my tit. He moaned and whimpered while he
suckled which I found extremely arousing. After about ten minutes I changed
breasts and let him suck the other tit for awhile.
I could feel his hard penis through his diaper and knew he was as horny as
I was. The feeling of power was intoxicating; I knew he would let me do
anything I wanted to him. He looked so sweet in his diaper, sucking at my
breast. I let him work on the other tit until I couldn’t wait any longer.
I put the book down and gently removed the tit from his mouth, then rolled
him over on his back and replaced the pacifier. I got out of bed, took off
my slacks and panties, and got back into bed on top of him, straddling his
hips with my knees. I pulled down the front of the diaper just enough to get
his penis out and mounted him. “It’s a good thing I made you get a
vasectomy
last year, honey. I wouldn’t want to take care of two babies.”, I said
as I
began to slowly pump up and down on him.
His moans of pleasure were muffled by the pacifier and I continued to pump
until I orgasmed. “That’s enough stimulation for now, baby. You have to
go
to sleep.”, I said, knowing that he had not orgasmed and would lie awake
all
night.
I dismounted from him and got out of bed. He lay back in a state of sexual
excitement and reached for his penis. “Naughty, naughty baby. Mustn’t
touch
your wee-wee unless Mommy tells you to. It’s time to go nite-nite.”, I
chided him.
I reached under the bed and pulled out the restraining straps that I had
attached to the bed. I strapped his chest in securely, then strapped down
his arms and legs; he wouldn’t be getting out of this bed at night. If he
needed to go to the bathroom, he could use the diaper; the mattress was
protected by a rubber-backed flannel sheet. I covered him with a comforter,
then turned to the dresser and put a tape I had found in his suitcase in the
garage into the tape player and turned it on. “Good night baby.”, I told
him
as picked up my clothes and I turned to the door.
“I want you to get all the sleep you can. Tomorrow will be the first day
of
your new life and I want you to be rested. It’s going to be a very busy
day.”, I grinned wickedly and closed the door.
The only thing wrong with this scenario was the lack of a suitable bed
partner for me. I would take care of that problem tomorrow, I thought. This
is going to be very amusing, I told myself as I got ready for bed. I liked
the feeling of power his subjugation gave me. The sight of him crawling
around the floor in diapers, utterly in my power, was exhilarating. I lay in
bed and thought about the tape I had put in the player earlier. It was a
tape of lullabies with subliminal instructions that promised to destroy a
person’s bowel and bladder control within twenty-four hours. Tomorrow I
would break his toilet-training completely. He would be a whimpering infant
by bedtime tomorrow night. I smiled in anticipation as I turned off the
light.
Later that night I was woken by the sound of him crying. He was begging me,
pleading with me to come and let him loose from the bed so he could go to
the bathroom. The diuretic and the laxative were still working on him. It
sounded like he would soon be wearing a very wet and dirty diaper. I’d
change him in the morning; he needed to get used to dirty diapers. I smiled
to myself as I turned over and went back to sleep.
The next morning I got up and made myself a cup of coffee and
prepared a bottle of juice for him. I finished my coffee and went in to
change his diaper. He was fast asleep and looked years younger than his
age. I pulled off his comforter and unstrapped his legs so I could change
him. He woke up as I unfastened the diaper tapes and I said, “Gooood
morning! Did Mommy’s baby have a good sleep? Mommy is going to
change baby’s dy-dee. Did baby know he was wearing a dirty dydee?”
When I pulled the front of the diaper down between his legs, the
stench of ammo-nia and feces filled the room. I cleaned and rediapered him
quickly, then restrapped his legs and released his right hand. I handed him
the bottle of juice and said, “After you finish your bottle, I expect you
to go
back to sleep. It’s too early for you to be up, baby.”
I went to the dresser and folded the soiled diaper and turned on
the tape player. I picked up a can of room deodorizer from the dresser and
sprayed the room. Lullabies and baby powder scented deodorizer filled the
air as I left the room, taking the folded diaper with me. He would be asleep
again shortly I knew; I had put sleeping pills in his juice.
After about two hours I woke him again and fed him mixed cereal
for breakfast and gave him his bottle of formula. He whimpered a bit as I
fed him, so I knew I was getting to him. I let him out of the bed, led him
into the living room and made him crawl on the floor in front of me while
sucking on a pacifier. Then I made him eat my pussy while I read him
stories from Winnie the Poo.
At noon the doorbell rang and I went to answer it while he hid in
the corner of the living room. My friend Philis had arrived. I grinned in
anticipation as I let her in and showed her into the living room. She walked
in the room and spotted him huddled against the wall in fear of discovery.
“What’s this?”, she said. “Have I walked in on something I
shouldn’t?”
“No”, I said. “I’ve just discovered what he really wants in life.
He
wants to be Momma’s baby! Don’t you think he looks cute in diapers? Take
a seat on the couch. We can talk while he plays with his blocks.”
Philis sat down and I said, “Get away from that wall, baby. She
won’t hurt you. Play with your blocks while Mommy and Philis talk.”
He dragged himself away from the corner with a mortified
expression on his face and crawled over to his toys. I went over to him,
reached into my pocket and took out a pacifier and put it in his mouth,
then returned and sat down on the couch.
“What’s going on, Diane?”, she said. “Why is he dressed in
diapers?”
I explained what I had found in the garage and what I had done to
him. She laughed and said, “I always knew men were only overgrown
babies! Do you make him use his diapers?”
“Of course.”, I said grinning, “I changed his dirty diaper this
morning.”
Philis chuckled and said, “I’ll bet he got a kick out of that. What
else do you make him do?” “I feed him baby food, make him drink from a
baby bottle and crawl on the floor. I think he enjoys it, I haven’t heard
him
complain. Of course, if he does complain, I’ll spank him!”
Philis laughed nastily and said, “I’ve got a tape I think he should
listen to. Let me go to my car and get it. I’ll be right back.”
She returned a few minutes later with a cassette and a portable
tape player. Philis walked over to him and put the earphones on his head.
“Now listen to Philis, baby! Philis wants you to repeat everything you
hear
on the tape exactly, or Philis and Mommy will spank! Do you understand?”
He nodded and she turned on the player. A minute later, he started
gurgling and cooing. I burst out laughing and said, “What’s on that
tape?”
“It’s just a tape of my nephew talking. He’s year old.” We listened
to him for a short period, sniggering at his performance, then returned to
our discussion. When the tape ended, I took off the headphones and told
him, “Mommy wants you to talk just like the baby on the tape. Sit on the
floor and practice without the tape. If you’re good, Mommy will give you
your bottle as a reward.”
I reseated myself on the couch and smiled as he blathered and
prattled unconvincingly. After an hour I got up and got his bottle from the
kitchen. “That’s a gooood baby.”, I said, pinching his cheek
patronizingly.
“Here’s your bottle.”
His voice had gotten hoarse and he guzzled the formula thirstily. I
went into the kitchen to make a fresh pot of coffee for us. He felt an
uncontrollable urge to pee and he looked at Philis to see if she was
watching, embarrassed by the potential audience. He was already peeing a
little, just enough to dampen his diaper. Without warning his sphincter
relaxed and he peed in a rush, soaking the front of his diaper. He blushed
in
embarrassment as the front of the diaper grew heavier and the urge to pee
disappeared. It sagged low on his hips and was obviously sopping wet.
Philis watched him suck on the nipple with an amused expression
and said, “Did you say you had changed his diaper when he got up this
morning?”
I nodded agreement and she continued, “Don’t you think it’s time
to check it again? It looks a little soggy to me. Would you like me to
check?”
I called my assent back to her and she got up from the couch and
stood over him. I walked back into the living room with a coffee cup in each
hand for us, and a small feed-ing bowl and spoon for him. I found him
looking up at her fearfully with the nipple still in his mouth. She pushed
him down on his back and knelt beside him, then put three fingers of her
right hand down into the front of his diaper. She grinned at me and said,
“He’s wet alright. Shall I change him?”
“Please.”, I said. “The diapers are in the bag on the floor in the
corner.”
“He’s a typical man, Mary. He can’t help but make a mess, then he
needs a woman to point it out and clean it up for him.”
Philis unfastened the tapes on the sides of the diaper and lifted it
away from him. He started to take the nipple out of his mouth as she
pulled the front of the diaper down between his legs. Philis slapped him
hard on his cheek and said, “No one told you to stop nursing, baby!”
Tears welled up in his eyes and rolled down the sides of his cheeks
as she contin-ued to remove his sodden diaper. Philis topped and tailed him
with a babywipe; rolling him on his side, wiping his bottom, and
positioning a clean diaper beneath him, then rolling him on his back and
wiping his front. He whimpered when she pulled the clean diaper up and
spread it over his belly. She secured the sides, then patted it’s front
and
said, “There you go baby. Baby is nice and snug in a dry dydee.”
She turned to Mary and said, “He really does make a cute baby.”
Philis tickled him under his chin and said, “He looks adorable in
diapers. They make him look so sweet and innocent.”, she told Mary and
pulled the diaper up over his bulging tummy. “You’re Mommy’s darling
baby. Aren’t you, honey?” She folded the sopping mass into a neat packet
and handed it to me, then got up and sat on the couch.
I bent over and took the bottle from him and took it and the wet
diaper into the kitchen. I returned and said, “Did baby enjoy that? Does
sweetums like his dydee changed by Aunt Philis?”
He moaned and hid his face in his hands. “Stop that!”, I said. “Get
on your hands and knees in front of Mommy. Crawl in a circle. Now talk
baby talk while you crawl.”
He crawled in a circle a few times, then stopped and started to cry.
“What’s wrong, baby?”, I sneered at him.
Philis grimaced and said, “I think he just pooped in his dydee.”
“Did you poop in your dydee?”, I demanded.
He looked up at me with tears streaming down his face and
nodded. “Mommy will change your dydee in a few minutes.”, I said and sat
down on the couch next to Philis.
I put my arm around Philis’s shoulder and kissed her on the mouth,
then looked down at him and continued, “We have some news for you,
Poopy-pants! Philis is moving in with us today. She’ll be sleeping in the
master bedroom with me. You see, baby, she and I have been lovers for a
long time. She doesn’t like men very much, but I think she’ll like you
just
fine, baby. Aunt Philis just loves the sight of you crawling on the floor in
dirty diapers. She thinks you look cute sucking on your pacifier. She’s
agreed to help me take care of you, baby. I know she’ll be happy to make
you behave yourself and spank you when you’ll naughty. You’re never
going
to have to worry about anything again. Aunt Philis and Mommy will take
care of you. You’ll be our baby boy.”
His expression turned into one of utter despair and he moaned
pitifully as he real-ized the full import of what I had just said. “Now, I
want
to hear you make baby noises, sweetie.”, I told him.
His chest heaved and his jaw quivered in humiliation. He began
sniveling with his eyes closed. “Now, sweetie! Or Mommy will spank!”, I
threatened.
He blathered and prattled brokenly through his sobs. “That’s a
good baby.”, I cooed. “Now crawl over here. Mommy has a special reward
for you.”
He crept slowly over to us and waited silently for my next
command. “Now stand up, baby and face Mommy.”, I ordered.
He stood there excited and red-faced. I prodded his crouch with my
finger. It was just as I suspected; he was fully erect under his diaper. I
pulled down the front of his diaper and flipped out his penis. I circled my
thumb and forefinger around it and began to masturbate him slowly. He
whimpered in ecstasy as I moved faster and faster. When he started to
spurt, I took the small feeding bowl I had brought from the kitchen and
caught his cum in the dish. I slipped the flaccid penis back in his diaper
and
pulled the diaper back up. “Get down on your knees baby and open your
mouth.”, I said.
He looked at the bowl in horror as I took a spoonful of his cum
and put it in his mouth. “Mommmy…. please nooo!”, he managed to say
around the spoon.
I fed him his entire wad while Philis watched and giggled. “Wasn’t
that nummy baby?”, I said. “Now suck on Mommy’s pussy while Aunt
Philis
watches.”
I hiked my skirt up, slid off my panties and spread my legs wide in
greeting for his face. He crawled up to me, whimpering the entire way, then
began sucking voraciously at my clit. Philis and I held hands and watched
him eat my pussy while I controlled his head with one hand. The sight of
my husband, wearing a dirty diaper, weeping silently and sucking furiously
on my pussy was incredibly arousing. His tonguing and sucking made me
want to moan helplessly with pleasure. The cunnilingus was making me
fantastically horny!
I gripped Philis’s hand so hard I thought I would break her fingers. I
was not about to let him think he could make me lose control. I was the
Mommy here and not the baby! Let HIM moan and cry about his lost
manhood! I’d show him how a woman behaved!
I felt a muscular ripple deep inside myself which grew in intensity,
becoming a quivering throb that rolled through my pelvis and sent tingling
thrills coursing up and down my spine. It radiated from the vagina to my
nipples and seemed to go on endlessly. I had never had an orgasm like this!
I felt a wet hot rushing sensation filling my groin and the world exploded
in
a shower of lights around me.
I turned to Philis and french-kissed her, thrusting my tongue deep
into her mouth. She returned my kiss enthusiastically and fondled my
breasts. My erect nipples lunged into her caress and rubbed themselves
against her hands. Philis gave me a bedroom look and smiled at me. I
looked down, took my husband’s head in both my hands and pulled his
face away from my pussy. His eyes were puffy and his cheeks were tear-
streaked from crying.
I patted the top of his head condescendingly and said, “Poor baby.
Don’t cry! Mommy’s baby boy did good! It’s time for baby to go
nite-nite.
While baby takes his nap, Mommy and Aunt Philis will be in our room
making love to each other.”
Philis and I stood up hand-in-hand. I asked Philis to get a pacifier
for him. She found his pacifier and slipped it between his lips. He fussed
for
a moment, then settled down and sucked on the latex nipple. I allowed
myself a small sigh of triumph; I had been successful. He had become
completely docile and dependent on me. He had emotionally regressed to
an infant; he had even lost his toilet training. There was nothing left of
my
husband now but a overgrown, thumb-sucking, diaper-messing baby.
We took him by the hand and led him to the nursery. I changed his
dirty diaper and put him to bed for his afternoon nap, then Philis and I
went into the bedroom and made love the rest of the afternoon. I knew
then that I finally had the perfect marriage.