At three in the afternoon my wife put me to bed for my afternoon nap. About an hour later, Laurie opened the door to our bedroom and came in to check on me. I could smell her perfume as she bent over the bed, pulled down the quilt and patted my diapered bottom. Throughout all of this, I kept my eyes closed, reveling in the sensuous sensations of her soft hands as they moved about my helpless body. I knew that underneath her old house-coat she was wearing a G-string, garters and stockings.

When she found out that I was still dry, Laurie turned me over and handed me a baby bottle filled with warm milk. As I took the nipple between my lips, I stared up at the beautiful twenty-nine-year-old blonde smiling down at me and realized that I must be the luckiest guy in the whole world.

I remember the evening I first became an adult baby as if it were yesterday. It started one Friday night after I’d been unexpectedly laid ott from my job. As I told Laurie the bad news and my worries about the future, I felt like crying. She hugged me, assuring me that everything was going to be all right, that her job would see us through until I was working again. If I felt like letting go and crying, I should by all means do so and not be embarrassed. She hugged me even tighter, and a moment later I felt tears of relief streaming down my face.

“There, there,” she said as she patted my back reassuringly. “Let Laurie baby you.” I followed her into the bathroom, where she had me get undressed while she drew me a hot bath. As I lay back in the steamy water, I felt myself relaxing in spite of myself. Laurie lathered my body from head to toe and sponged away the soapy water. She concentrated on my nipples, then held my slippery penis between her fingers and ran the sponge between my legs, stimulating me until I was erect.

She laughed when she saw my excitement and told me that I was a very naughty boy to get a hard-on during an innocent bath. Nonetheless, she continued to stimulate me with hands and sponge. Finally she had me get out of the tub so she could towel me off. After a vigorous rubdown, she sprinkled me with baby powder, again lingering over my genitals, then handed me a fresh pair of white jockey shorts.

“Here,” she said with a smile. “Put on your diaper and follow me into the bedroom.”

When she said the word “diaper,” I felt a shock of sexual electricity run from my brain to my balls and back to my brain again. I don’t know if she could possibly have known the effect her choice of words had on me, but something inside me clicked and I knew that I had just passed some invisible boundary inside myself. I would henceforth gladly give up control of my own fate and place it in my wife’s capable hands.

Laurie led me to the bed and had me lie with my head on her lap. With her skirt hiked up to reveal that she wasn’t wearing any panties, she reached inside my underwear and pulled out my penis. “I just want you to relax and enjoy this, Dickie, honey. You don’t have to do anything. Just let me take care of my baby.”

Laurie poured baby oil over my cock and balls and slowly massaged my organ. She freed her breasts from her bra, hardening the nipples between her fingers. Her pussy was only inches from my nose, and the tantalizing aroma was driving me wild. As she continued to manipulate me with one hand, she lifted my head with the other, pressing my face to one of her exposed tits. I hungrily groped for the nipple, and I heard her gasp as I sucked it noisily into my mouth. Her hand worked my penis the whole time and eventually brought me to a mind-blowing orgasm.

The next morning I woke up at my usual time, planning to scan the “help wanted” listings in the morning paper. But as I started to get up, Laurie rolled over and pulled me back down onto the bed. At first I thought she was just being playful, but when I told her I had to go pee, it became obvious that she had no intention of letting me up.

“Have you forgotten? This weekend you’re my baby.” There was a mischievous glint in her eye. “And as you well know, babies do not use the toilet. If you really have to pee, you’ll just have to pee in bed.”

She held me in her arms and pressed herself against me, stroking my face and telling me it was okay. I was confused and a little scared, and yet, in a way, her request seemed like the most natural thing in the world. But no matter how hard I tried, I could not bring myself to wet the bed. Laurie was not discouraged. She rocked me back and forth in her arms and encouraged me. “Come on, Dickie, baby,” she cooed. “Just relax. Pee for me.”

Suddenly I felt my inhibitions dissolve, and I finally let go. Just a trickle at first, and then the scorching stream of urine was soaking through my underwear and running down my legs, gushing out of control like an impossibly long and powerful ejaculation and making a deliciously warm, soggy puddle. Laurie pressed herself against me as I peed, holding me behind my head and kissing me softly on the lips.

“Oh yes,” she murmured. “That’s it, Dickie. Doesn’t that feel good?”

“Yes, yes,” I moaned.

She ground her hips against mine as if determined to soak up every last drop of pee with her own body. She wrapped her legs around my waist, took my penis between her fingers and directed the stream of urine over her clitoris. A moment later she was trembling in my arms as she cried out with the force of a sudden and-violent orgasm. I lay in the sopping sheets as my wife went to get some towels and some fresh sheets tor the bed. As she stripped off my underwear and started drying me, I noticed that the front of her pink teddy was soaking wet. The garment clung so tightly to her breasts and tummy that I could see her erect nipples through the satiny material. I immediately got hard. Laurie pointed at my erection and frowned in mock seriousness.

“It looks like we’re going to have to get you some real diapers so you won’t make such a mess next time,” she said.

After we cleaned up, Laurie drove us to the local drugstore, where we purchased a box of adult-size “incontinence protection.” Then we went to the supermarket. I pushed the basket down the baby-products aisle, and Laurie filled it up with assorted bottles of baby food. Then came a baby bottle, a pacifier, a rattle, a bib and a few brightly colored float toys for my bath. Several older women who passed by looked in our basket and smiled, no doubt thinking we were the proud parents of a newborn baby. I could hardly wait to get home and try out our new purchases.

That afternoon my diaper training began in earnest. I was ordered to strip and for the rest of the weekend, I was kept completely naked except for my diaper, which I wore while I completed the various household chores Laurie had set out for me. Of course, I was not permitted to use the bathroom.

Throughout the day, Laurie would come up behind me to check my diaper. Finding I was still dry, she’d hand me a cup of warm tea or an ice-cold beer. She’d wait until I’d finished every drop of the liquid before patting me on the bottom and going back to whatever it was she had been doing. What exquisite torture!

Later on, she announced that it was time for my nap. Leading me into the bedroom, she had me stretch out on our bed. Into my mouth she popped my pacifier. She propped my head up with a few pillows and turned on the television to the local ball game. Then she kissed me on the forehead, told me to be good, and left the room.

Laurie came back a moment later. She had stripped off her leather mini and her t-shirt and stood over me in her underwear. She slipped her hand into her black lace panties and leaned over until her perfumed breasts smothered my face. “Come on, Dickie, baby. You know you want to pee. Don’t be scared. Come on. Let it go.”

I tried to pee but I couldn’t; her performance was getting me too excited. My hard-on throbbed painfully inside the diaper. Seeing my predicament got Laurie even hotter. She reached behind her and undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor. One hand reached up and began playing with her nipples, hardened with her lust.

She was really getting turned on now, and her hand was moving faster and faster inside her panties. Her breathing grew more rapid and I knew she was about to climax. Though I very much wanted to join her, I could already feel the pressure slowly building in my bladder. All the beverages Laurie had forced on me earlier were taking their toll, just as she knew they would. There was no question of which impulse was going to win out. I had no choice but to wet myself.

As the rush of golden liquid gushed over my tummy and spread its warmth beneath me for the second time that day, I looked up at my wife. She was straddling her hand with her head thrown back and her body rocking, whimpering with the sheer magnitude of her orgasm. By the time she had calmed, I had finished peeing and my cock was hard again inside my diaper.

Laurie undid the soggy diaper and released my straining cock. Straddling me on the bed, with a fingernail she traced a delicate path around my sensitive nipples and playfully teased my erect cock until I thought I’d go crazy. She brushed her breasts across my face and brought her hard nipples to my lips. Only when I begged did she take the pacifier out of my mouth and allow me to suck on her beautiful breasts.

Laurie slid her wet pussy over my belly and chest and then backed up ever so slowly over my cock. Her hot cunt sucked up my cock and I lost myself in the delicious rhythm of our lovemaking. I thrust my body upward, but it was Laurie who dictated the pace of our fucking, it was Laurie who gave me permission to come, it was Laurie, it was Laurie….

She came seconds before I did, her orgasmic convulsions triggering my own explosion. Afterward we cuddled together and discussed the events of the weekend. I could hardly put my feelings into words, but we both agreed that it had been very special indeed.

That was nearly six months ago, and we are still playing our diaper games. Just as Laurie predicted, I got a better job where I make more money than I ever have before. Yet Laurie helped me realize that I haven’t outgrown my need to be pampered and babied. About once a month, Laurie will announce that it is time for another session, and I spend an idyllic weekend as her “baby.”