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No, it wasn't the dry side of the bed, well it wasn't the wet side either lol... I guess its just something a wife does when her husband isn't in the bed with her. I know I have done that many times, it always seems his side is more comfortable than mine. As for who I am.... I am a female AB, who enjoys writing and has decided to try writing an AB story.... but other than your reply no one has said anything... I'm beginning to wonder if it wasn't that good... Feedback is always welcome, it helps me to know whether or not I should just keep my writing to myself lol

*** A READERS WARNING*** This may not be intended for all eyes. Please be aware that this story is not PG rated. It does involve sexual content. I hope people enjoy this story and are not offended. Please be kind with any comments, this is not my first story written, but my first one posted for others to read. Enjoy! The Unsuspecting Wife She woke up to the smell of breakfast coming from downstairs in the kitchen. She laid there with her eyes open, stretching, and wiping out the sleepers from her eyes. She turned over and looked at the clock. It was 8 AM. She couldn't believe how long she had slept. She turned over onto her husband’s side of the bed and laid there for a few minutes, then decided to get up. She opened up the bedroom door and headed down the stairs to the kitchen. She was surprised to see her husband cooking her breakfast. He was cooking pancakes, sausage and eggs. It was very rare for him to cook her breakfast so she was not sure how to take the treatment. As she walked into the kitchen her husband turned around, "Good Morning, Baby,"he said kissing her lightly on the forehead. "Sleep well?" "Yes, I did," she replied. "I didn't think I would sleep this long." "You must have been tired," he said as he placed a new batch of pancakes on the plate. "I was," she said grabbing a pancake with her hand. "Been a long week at work," she added. He grabbed the pancake from her hand and placed it back on the plate. "Not so fast young lady," he said taking her by the hand. He led her to the living room where a changing pad was laying on the floor. On the pad were a diaper, lotion, and powder. "Since you needed more sleep this morning, I think you need a day off to relax," he said. He moved the items off the changing pad to make room for her to lie down. "Come lay down so daddy can diaper you," he said pulling her hand. She looked at him puzzled. She was not sure what to think. The first thought that went through her mind was, are you kidding me? They had talked about this in the past when he shared about his fetish for diapers, but even then she wasn't really sure she was going to be into it, but she loved him and wanted to be with him, so she was willing to accept his fetish, but wasn't so sure she was willing to be a participant. However, being pampered already by him making breakfast was not so bad, but now being diapered, this might have gone to far already. Being the curious creature she is, it once again got he best of her, and since she loved her husband dearly she thought she would humor him this once. She laid down on the changing pad like he had asked. She felt uncomfortable at first, but once he started to pull down her pajama bottoms and her panties down to her ankles, it started to get erotic. She laid there with her kitty exposed, feeling a little shy, and little at the same time. She could feel her clothes around her ankles, which made her feel vulnerable. Her husband opened the diaper and slides it under her bottom. "Good girl," he said to her, leaned down, and kissed her on the tummy. She felt silly, but deep down inside she was enjoying it too. However, she didn't want him to know that. Next, he took the bottle of lotion and squirted some lotion on to her kitty. "Spread your legs open for daddy, baby," he said as he began to rub the lotion into her kitty. She squirmed underneath his touch; she could feel herself get excited by her husband's touch. "Baby like this?" he asked her and she continued to make sure enough lotion was rubbed into her. "Yes," she said trying not to laugh. "Yes what?" he asked her. "Yes, honey," she answered. "Yes what?" he asked her again. "Yes, daddy?" she asked, not sure if that is what he was waiting to hear. "That's right baby, I am your daddy," he said giving her another kiss on the tummy. Next, he sprinkled powder on to her kitty. He could tell his baby was excited by his touch, and he was hoping it was from the excitement of getting diapered. After he was finished with the powder, he pulled the diaper up between her legs. He fastened it with the tapes tightly around her belly. He then slid his fingers around both leg openings to make sure it was fitting just right. "Good girl," he said. "I hope you will like your diaper, seeing you will be in it the rest of the day and night." She looked at him and laughed. "Are you serious?" she said. "I'm okay for an hour, but nothing more than that," she said. He looked at her sternly. An expression she has never seen before. "You will be wearing your diaper as long as daddy says you are, is that clear young lady?" The smile quickly disappeared from her face, she cleared her throat and said, "Yes." "Yes what?" "Yes, daddy." "Good girl," he said and helped her up. He pulled off her pajama bottoms and panties. "You will be okay without those," he said leading her back to the kitchen. "Wait here," he said leaving her standing in the kitchen. He walked to the laundry room and came back with an adult sized high chair. He placed it in the middle of the kitchen, pulled off the tray and set it on the floor. He walked over to his wife, who he thought looked cute in her diaper and t-shirt. "Just for you baby," he said. She looked at the oversized highchair and kept her laughter to herself. She couldn't believe how serious he was taking this fetish. She was thinking it was extreme, but she kept reminding herself she loved her husband and wanted to make him happy, and if that meant sitting in a oversized highchair, she would. He took her hand and lead her to the highchair. She climbed up into it, feeling the diaper against her skin even more so now that she was sitting. He grabbed the tray and put it on the highchair, making it tight so she could not get out. He then walked over the counter and took out a baby plate from the cabinet and began to fix her plate with pancakes, eggs and sausage. He cut up her food into tiny bites and then placed the plate on the tray for her. She looked down at it and then back up at him. "Can I have a fork?" "No baby, you can't," he said. "You can use your fingers. Daddy will clean you up when you are finished." She was reluctant at first, but she was also starving. She picked up the pancake, carefully with her fingers. The feel of the syrup on her fingers made her shiver. She looked up at him as he watched her eat. She felt awkward. She finished her breakfast, a little longer than she normally takes. It was hard using her fingers to eat and she certainly did not feel comfortable in doing so. "Do you need a drink?" he asked her as he took her plate away from her. "Yes, please," she said. He opened up the refrigerator door and took out a bottle full of juice. He brought back to her and set it down on the tray. She looked down at it and then back up at him. She knew she would not win this argument and she was thirsty, so she took the bottle of juice and began to drink. "Good girl," he said kissing her on the forehead. He took the plate from her tray and set it in the sink. Next, he took a washcloth and wet it. He walked over to her, taking the bottle from her lips and began to wash her face with the washcloth. She jerked away and squirmed just like a real baby. "Hold still baby, almost done," he said. He finished wiping her face then began washing her hands. When he was finished, he handed the bottle back to her. She sat in the highchair, drinking her bottle, as her husband, well daddy, began to clean up the kitchen. When he was finished cleaning up the kitchen, he took her bottle from her, lifted the tray off, and helped her out of the highchair. He then lead her by the hand to the living room, cleaned up the mess in there from her diapering this morning, and then lead her upstairs to their bedroom. He guided her to the bed and made her wait there while he put things away in the bedroom. She was surprised to see how many diapers he had in the closet and that he had a place for the lotion, powder, and even wipes. She could not believe she had not noticed those things before, but she has been so busy with work and the house that she did not take time out to relax or even notice things like that. He pulled out a pair of jeans from her dresser drawer, a bra, and a clean tshirt from the closet. He walked over to her and placed the things on the bed next to her. He pulled off her night tshirt and threw it in the hamper. Next he placed her bra on her and then helped her with the tshrit. "We need to get you ready to go to the store," he said, pushing her back on the bed. "The what?" she said. "I'm not going to the store like this." "Oh but you are young lady. You'll be fine. You'll be with daddy. No one will notice you are wearing a diaper," he said as he began to put her jeans on her. He pulled them up around her waist, zippered and buttoned them. "All done," he said, pulling her up to a sitting position. "We just need socks and shoes, and your jacket and we will be ready to go," he said walking to her drawer to get socks then to the closet to get her tennis shoes and jacket. He walked back over to her and put on her socks and shoes for her and then her jacket. She wasn't sure if she liked this baby thing or the help getting dressed, it was definitely different for her, she was enjoying the attention though, not so sure in the fashion that her husband was showing it to her, but she wanted to make him happy and so she played along. It was only going to be for one night, she could humor him that long. When he was finished getting her ready for the store, he lead her downstairs to the kitchen. He grabbed his jacket and keys and headed out to the garage. She was beginning to get paranoid about wearing a diaper outside of the house. It was bad enough wearing it inside in front of her husband, let alone outside where the whole world could see. She kept pulling her shirt and jacket down over her jeans as she was walking out to the car. "Stop fussing with your clothes baby," he said leaning into her, "You are fine," he said kissing her on the lips. He opened the car door for her and helped her in. He then took the seatbelt and buckled her in. He then shut the door and walked around the car to get in himself. He started up the car, pushed the button for the garage door, and when it had finished opening, he drove out of the garage and onto the street. On the ride to the store she squirmed in her seat, she even tried scooting down low into her seat so no one could see her, which only made the diaper ride up her butt and make her feel even more uncomfortable. "Would you please stop squirming," he said as he drove. "No one will notice, I promise," he said taking hold of her hand. "I would never put you into a situation that I feel would be embarrassing to both of us. Please relax and trust me," he said giving her hand a squeeze. She tried to relax, she tried to do as her husband asked, but the thought of walking around the store with a diaper on was not her way of relaxing. Cuddling up on the couch, reading a good book, or watching a movie was the way she relaxed, not wearing a diaper out to a store. This she thought, was not relaxing. They pulled up into the parking lot of the store. She looked at all the people and became nervous. Her husband unlatched her seatbelt and gave her a kiss on the hand. "You'll be fine," he reassured her again. He climbed out from his side of the car and walked around to her side. He opened the door for her and took her hand to help her out. He stood behind her, pulling down her jacket and tshrit. He whisphered, "You'll be fine baby, daddy will make sure." He took her hand and began to lead her to the store. She really wasn't even sure why they were going to the store, she had done the shopping last night and there were certainly enough of food in the house to last them until next week, but like she thought before she would humor him. They walked into the store and it seemed to her there were more people there than usual. She pulled down on her jacket in the back to make sure her diaper wasn't showing. Her husband leaned to her and whisphered into her ear, "You pull on that jacket one more time young lady and daddy will give you a spanking right here in this store, understood?" She shook her head yes. The thought of a spanking was kind of erotic, yet horrid a the same time. The thought of getting a spanking in front of everyone in the store was even more horrid. She left her jacket alone as they walked down the different aisles, after each aisle they still did not pick up something to buy. They finally made it to the baby aisle and that's when she could feel herself get all red in the face. "Let's see," her husband said as he looked over the different kinds of baby food. "What kind do you think we should get?" She didn't say a word, in fear that he would really buy some, and the fear of her getting a spanking for saying something she shouldn't have. He picked out about four different kinds of baby food. "I think these will be okay to try. All fruit flavors nothing like peas or green beans," she felt relieved, she could handle fruit kind she thought. "Well, maybe we should pick up some peas and green beans, baby needs her vegetables too, not to mention if she gives daddy a hard time, it would be a good punishment for her." She cringed at the thought. Next, they walked over to the bottles and pacifiers. She already had one bottle, she thought to herself, she certainly didn't need another one. He took a pink pacifier from the shelf and looked at it. "Do you like this one?" he asked her showing her the pink pacifier. "I think this will be a good fit." She hated pink and he knew that and that made her mad. "Well, get the pink one for when you misbehave, but we'll buy this cute baby blue one for you now," Two pacifiers she thought, two? He next grabbed a bottle from the shelf. "We should really get another one or two of these, this way I don't have to wash them as often." He picked out one that had ducks on them. "Since you have been such a good girl for daddy, I'll let you pick out the last one." She looked at all the different kinds of bottles. She had never picked one out before so she had no idea what she was looking for. She saw a blue one with ABC's one it and took it off the shelf. She handed it to him. "Good girl," he said and took her hand and lead her to the cashier. He placed their items on the belt and he got out his wallet. How embarrassing she thought to herself. Everyone is going to know these are for me. She thought about checking her diaper, to make sure it wasn’t showing, but then remembered his threat about a spanking and decided against it. As they were waiting to be checked out she could feel herself having to go to the bathroom. She hadn't gone all morning and by now she really had to go. She stood as still as she could as to not indicate how badly she had to go. She kept switching feet to stand on. Her husband looked at her and smiled. Great, he knows I have to go to the bathroom, she thought to herself. He paid the cashier, grabbed the bags in one hand, and grabbed her hand with the other. He walked beside her closely and when they got out to the parking lot he looked at her and smiled even more. "Here comes the fun part baby girl," he said to her. 'Since you are wearing a diaper you can use that instead of going into the big girls bathroom. We both know how much you hate using the restroom out in public." She thought she wouldn't mind so much anymore. He opened the car door and put the groceries in the car. He then opened her door and helped her inside. He again buckled her seatbelt for her. He went around to the other side of the car and got inside himself. "Go ahead baby girl and use your diaper for daddy. I will change you when we get home," he said waiting for her to use it. "I can't," she said. It was hard for her to go which seemed silly since she normally sits to use the bathroom. "I understand," he said and started up the car. "Maybe you will be able to on the drive home. If your diaper isn’t wet by the time we get home, maybe we will see about a spanking." She gave out a big sigh. Its hard enough using a diaper, let alone in front of someone, but the pressure of a possible spanking when she got home if she didn't use it wasn't helping the matters any. The pressure on her bladder on the ride home was getting to the point where it was beginning to hurt. She had to go so badly. She never had to go this badly before, but the thought of using her diaper and sitting in her own pee was not making it much easier. They turned down their street and she could see their house in the distance. She still hadn't gone yet. Her husband placed his hand on the front of her pants, feeling her diaper. "Someone hasn't gone yet," he said, "Looks like daddy will be able to use his new paddle he just bought." She sunk into her seat. They turned into their driveway, the garage door opened up and they drove the car inside. She unfastened her seatbelt herself. Her husband slapped her hand. He got out of the car and walked to the her side. He opened the car door and helped her out. He retrieved the bags from the back of the seat then lead her into the house. He placed the bags on the counter in the kitchen then lead her upstairs to the bedroom. She wasn't sure what was going to be coming next, she was hoping he was going to be understanding and allow her to use the bathroom. He lead her intot he bedroom, sat down on the bed. She stood in front of him. "Did you wet?" he asked her. "No," she said. "And what did daddy say if you didn't wet your diaper by the time we got home?