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That was very good, I quite like the mixing of little time into their adult lives, it seems much more realistic to me.  As always, thanks for sharing.

I like to let a wet cloth diaper dry out and then wear it and wet it again, it smells so good, would be fun to swap wet diapers with some one else

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Deanne held a finger up that seemed to indicate I should hold on for a minute.  She walked through the kitchen and into the dining room.  I could hear the sound of glass clinking and when she returned there was a bottle of wine in one hand and two wine glasses in the other.  She sat all of them down on the table and got the cork screw and opened the bottle before pouring each of us a fairly full glass.  She sat down and took a big sip and then looked at me.  “I heard you finally being a little honest with your wife, which is good.  I couldn’t hear her side though, so I don’t know what she asked you or said that made you tell her those things.  I also don’t know how she responded to what you said.”  “She… told me that Kay had told her some stuff about her diapers and why she likes wearing them.”  I told her. “Oh… and that made you feel comfortable enough to tell her you like wearing diapers and her diapering you?”  She raised an eyebrow.  “Umm… yes but she also… she said something and I was worried that maybe you had told Kay about some of… well… about maybe my sissy stuff or whatever…. I asked if you had had and if Kay had told her what you had said.”  I could see something on Deanne’s face, possibly anger.  “She… it got a little… confusing or weird… and she thought I was talking about something happening between you and me…”  “Kay knows I gave you a hand job, actually two…  and I thought Connie told you it was okay to do that so your diaper would fit.”  Her face showed a little confusion now.  “It is… she knew about the… um… the taste test also…. but… anyways I confirmed that was all that had happened and she said they are both okay with that.”  I said very defensively.  “Hmmm… well… since the cat is out of the…. Closet… a little maybe… maybe you should tell her all of it.”  “Maybe but she hung up to order dinner and said we would talk later.”  I responded. “Oh… well okay… speaking of that maybe we should do that same.   Plus… lets go into the family room, I am not wearing a diaper, and my butt is a little sore from my yoga earlier and this hard wooden chair isn’t helping.”  She laughed and stood up taking her wine glass and the bottle with her.     Of course, my eyes focused on her butt as she walked out of the room.  I picked up my glass and followed her out of the room.  I also brought my phone and used it to order a pizza after asking her what she wanted on it.  She wanted green peepers, onion, and mushrooms.  I did that for her half and chose sausage instead of mushroom for my side. We both spent  sometime scrolling on our phones, comfortable with the silence.  At some point I wet my diaper and as I was doing it, she looked up at me and smiled.  For some reason that made me think that if six months ago you had told me that my wife would be diapering me every night and that not only would I openly be wearing a diaper in front of daughter in law and wetting it, she would be diapering me, I would have never believed it. I was also replaying my earlier conversation with my wife in my head, trying to be sure what I had confessed to her.  I hadn’t told her that I wasn’t an actual bedwetter.  I had only told her that I liked wearing diapers, being diapered, and like wetting them.  I also hadn’t said anything about the sissy or girl stuff.  She had said we would talk more about it later.  Did she mean tonight, tomorrow, or was she going to wait until she got home.  I wondered if it would be easier to tell her over the phone than in person.  Should I just get it all out now.  The doorbell rang and I jumped.  I looked over at Deanne and she hadn’t moved. “Uh… can you get that. I… uh…  well, I don’t want to do it while just wearing this.”  I said. “So you don’t want to answer the door wearing and obviously wet diaper?”  She laughed and stood up. “No… uh the money is the drawer in the kitchen.  Given him thirty and tell him to keep the rest.”     “It wasn’t a he… it was a she, a hot she, with big tits.  Your diaper caused you to miss out.”  She laughed as she carried the pizza box over to the coffee table.   She went into the kitchen and came back with a roll of paper towels and bottled waters and sat down next to me on the couch.  She opened the lid and spun the pizza around so the half with what we had each ordered was closest to us.  We ate in silence.  Right as I finished eating, my phone vibrated and I picked it up to see a text.  ‘Hospital called said no real change in mom’s condition.  More tests in the morning.  Probably going to bed early.  Hope you enjoy your diapering this evening.  Love you.’  Connie had sent.  ‘Okay.  Hope you are able to sleep good.  Call me tomorrow.  Will be on the weekly video meeting from 9:00 to about 11:00.  Love you too.’  I wrote back.  As I sat my phone down, I saw Deanne typing on hers.  She was smiling as she did it.  She stopped and took a swig of water and then looked at her phone again.  She smiled and then her facial expression changed.  She quickly wrote something and then sat it back down. “Uh… everything okay?  You went from smiling to sad or worried it looked like.”  I asked her. “I was teasing Kay about getting diapered tonight.  She was okay with that but then she talked about how depressing it is to see MiMi.  She isn’t sure if she is going to go to the hospital tomorrow.”  “Oh… Connie said there was no real change this evening and more tests tomorrow.”  “Yea… I have to work tomorrow but might go down and get her on Tuesday.  Can you get a feel from Connie on what she would think about that?”  Deanne asked.  “Sure.  Will let you know what she says.” “Great.  Okay… let’s get this cleaned up and then I am going to get going.  Do you want me to change your diaper before I go?”  She smiled at me as she grabbed up the crumbled paper towels.  “Uh…  yes… if you are okay with that.”  “Sure… I mean we can keep pretending that you need someone to diaper you, but I am sure tomorrow you will be diapering yourself.”  She laughed as she headed towards the kitchen.  I grabbed the pizza box and the empty wine bottle and took them out to the garage.  When I came back Deanne was rinsing out the wine glasses and putting them in the dishwasher.  I wiped the counters down and when I was done, she headed towards the stairs.  She went into the office and grabbed another princess diaper as I headed to the master bedroom.  The wipes were still laying on the bed and I climbed up and laid in the middle, spreading my legs and bringing my feet up near my butt. Deanne pulled out a bunch of wipes, pealed the tapes off, and then tapped my thigh and I pushed up my hips. She pulled the diaper out from under me and sat it off to the side.   She slipped the clean diaper in place under my butt. She then ran the wipes over my butt, inner thighs and top of my pelvic area. I could feel a stirring in my groin as she did.  “Okay… just a quick clean.  No fun stuff.”  She announced and quickly wiped my balls and ran the wipe over my penis.  She tossed the wipe over with the other ones with the wet diaper on the bed.  Using one hand to bend my hardening dick downward she pulled the front of the diaper up and in place.  She quickly taped it, then readjusted the tapes making them much tighter.  “All good and nice and tight.”   She said as he patted the front of my diaper.  As I laid there and watched her roll the wipes up in the wet diaper I was wondering if this would be the last time Deanne would diaper me.  I knew I would be disappointed if it was and my eyes focused on her breasts and cleavage.  I also knew that I wouldn’t want to go back to wearing my normal diapers. The pink princess diapers were thicker and bulkier than they were, and I just liked wearing them more.  “Okay.  I will let you throw this out.  I know tomorrow you will be putting that maid’s uniform on at some point.  My payment for diapering you all weekend, and taking you shopping is you sending me a picture.  Whole outfit, diaper, tights, Mary Janes, uniform, including apron.  Got it?”  She said as she stood up.  “Yes maam.  Um… thanks for all of this.”  I said as I sat up.   “Honestly… I have enjoyed it…  I… well you have probably figured out I have a little of a domination thing… and a little of… kind of voyeur thing I guess, or maybe not that but I definitely like seeing people enjoy their thing or whatever.”  She said stopping at the bedroom door.  I stood up and moved towards my dresser planning to get a t-shirt.   “It… well it also helped me understand Kay’s diaper stuff.  I have always supported her because she enjoyed it.  You know… Connie would probably be a lot like me if you gave her the chance but… your choice on how much you tell her.  I will keep your secrets.”  “Uh… I… well it is a big step, but I hear what you are saying, I do.”  I told her pulling the shirt over my head. “Okay… well good night… remember… maid uniform pic tomorrow.”   I nodded and watched her walk down the hall to the stairs enjoying the sight of her ass in her yoga pants.  I grabbed the wet diaper off the bed and went and put it in the trash bag in the office.   I sat on the couch and flipped through the channels hoping for something to watch.  I dozed off at some point and woke up around midnight.  I got up and as I headed to my bed I realized I needed to pee.  As soon as I climbed in bed, I wet my diaper holding the front of it as I did.  I woke up again just after six.  Right as I woke up I realized I was wetting my diaper.  Not sure if it happened immediately after I woke up or if I woke up because I was wetting it.  I laid in bed for a few minutes enjoying the warm sensation it had caused.  I left it on when I went down to start my coffee and have a bowl of cereal along with my yogurt for breakfast.  It was pretty wet and I felt the squish of it as I sat on the chair.  I scrolled my phone as I ate and around eight, I headed up for a shower.  I made sure I washed groin area thoroughly.  I had spent a lot of time in wet diapers the last few days and I was trying to avoid a rash.  When I got out of the shower, I debated putting on my regular underwear on for a minute but chose a diaper instead.  I couldn’t put on my sissy dress or my maid uniform because of the video meeting at nine, but a diaper was fine since my desk would hide that.   I remembered Deanne’s request and decided I would put the maid uniform on as soon as the meeting ended.  At eight thirty my phone rang and picked up without looking at the caller assuming it was Connie.  “Hey brother…  Kay texted me late last night about Connie’s mom.  How is everyone doing.  Why didn’t you let me know.”  My sister said.  “Um… I should have… sorry… I guess… I don’t know why I didn’t let you know.  Uh… Kay is really struggling it sounds like.  Connie seems to be doing okay, I think.”  I responded.  “Yea… she says she hates seeing her like that… it is a part of why she texted me.”  “Well, I am glad she can reach out to you.  Thank you for that.  Deanne told me that you to chat more than I realized, I guess.”  “Well, she is my favorite niece… plus… we… well we both have had similar difficulties and other things in our life.”  Yea.  You both were bed wetters and still enjoy diapers it sounds like.  Oh… and because of you all wearing diapers, I got interested in them and I enjoy them also.  Of course, I didn’t say that, but the thought ran through my head. “Hey… I have a work video meeting that is getting ready to start.  Can we catch up later?”  I said. “Or course. Bye.”  She said and hung up before I could respond. I turned on my computer and quickly went through the emails that have come in over the weekend.  I also jotted down a couple notes for our meeting.   Just before nine I logged into the meeting.  My phone vibrated as I was doing that, and I picked it up.  ‘Hey… wanted to say Good Morning.  I know your meeting is starting soon.  Heading to the hospital. Will call this afternoon, probably after lunch.  Love you.’  Connie had sent.  Right as I began to respond another test came in, this was from Deanne.  ‘Don’t forget my pic.  And don’t sit around in a wet diaper all day.’  She added lots of smiling and heart eyed emojis. The meeting had started so I just sent a thumbs up to Deanne.  I sat my phone down and used one finger to type a message out to Connie that said good morning and love you too.   I didn’t want to be seen texting during the meeting.  About thirty minutes into the meeting, another text came in.  This one was from my sister, and it was a group text to Connie, Kay, me and Deanne.  She wanted us to know if we needed anything to reach out and that she was wishing the best for my mother-in-law.  Since I had just talked to her, I didn’t respond.  I did notice that Connie and Deanne had responded back to her saying thanks.  Sometime during the meeting, I wet my diaper.  I made sure I kept my face neutral as I did it, worried that somehow my face would give away that I was sitting in my chair peeing myself.  When I wasn’t wearing tights sitting in chair was my favorite position to use my diapers.  They always felt tighter and the warmth and swelling more noticeable.  I watched the clock on the computer screen.  Our meetings never went past eleven by the boss’s rules and it was getting close to that now.  I was getting a little impatient to put on the maid uniform.  We went through one last round of people talking so they could hear themselves talk and the meeting ended.  I immediately logged out the meeting and turned the camera on my computer off.  I stood up pulling my t shirt off as I did.  I briefly considered putting on a fresh diaper, but I had only wet the one I was wearing once so I left it on.  I pulled the tights on first, making sure the seam ran up the back of my leg.  I loved how they felt and how they held my diaper in place. I held up the maid dress and admired the pink color and then dropped it over my head.   Looking down and seeing it land a little higher on my thigh than my sissy dress.  I pulled the petticoat up over my legs and seeing the pink skirt, white tulle, and pink stocking on my thighs really made me smile.  After tying the apron around my waist, I pulled the Mary Janes out of the shoe box.  I think I was looking forward to wearing these the most.  Slipping my feet into them I may have sighed out loud and then I did the straps across the top of my feet. Like at the store I had no problem walking in them.  I immediately headed to the master bedroom and the full-length mirror on the closet door.  I gasped when I saw myself.  I liked what I saw in the mirror wearing the sissy dress, I loved what I was seeing now.  I did a few twirls and then headed down stairs telling myself I wanted to get a water bottle.  I think it was just as much to have a reason to walk in the heels and see how I did on the stairs and to hear them on the tile and hardwood floor.  After grabbing the water from the fridge, I made a couple laps and went back to get my phone.  I needed to send a pic to Deanne.  I picked it up from the office and went back to the mirror in the master bedroom.  I took a frontal selfie along with one that reflected the back of the dress in the mirror.  I was feeling a little giddy and playful, so I took another one that clearly showed my thick diaper under the tights.  The final one I lifted up one leg and bent it back at the knee.  I wanted to show how comfortable I was standing on one leg while wearing the heels.  I chose the three pics and then found Deanne’s name in my recent texts and quickly hit send before I lost my nerve and headed back to the office.  I was logged in wanted to make sure there were no Teams messages or emails that needed my immediate attention.  As I scrolled through the Teams messages, I heard my phone vibrate numerous times.  Anxious to see what Deanne’s response was, I grabbed my phone.  ‘Uh nice outfit Bro… or maybe I should say Sissy.’  My sister had sent.  I felt a panic rise up through my chest and I felt a little light headed.  I looked and saw that I had sent the pics to the group text that my sister had sent out earlier.  Deanne was the last one to respond to it and that is why her name was the one I saw in text history.  I opened the next one, it was from daughter.  ‘Not sure about the why’s for this pic and who you thought you were sending it too.  I am hoping for mom or maybe my wife.  Love you and this doesn’t change anything.’  ‘Guess we have a lot to talk about.’  Was all Connie sent.  ‘Well...  cat is out of the bag now.  Guessing you just meant to send those to me.  You look cute if that is any consolation.  Kay will be fine with it, hopefully so will your wife and sister.’  Deanne sent.

..checking on it.