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Wife’s New Boyfriend

Is My New Daddy

 

January  8

 

A few months ago, Laura sat me down and told me something that I still haven’t fully wrapped my head around. She said that since I couldn’t satisfy her anymore, she was going to get a boyfriend who could. And she did.

It’s not hard to see why. My fantasy life has completely taken over. I’ve become so immersed in being an adult baby—wearing diapers, plastic pants, and sissy dresses—that being a husband, or even a lover, just doesn’t feel like me anymore. I’ve accepted it, but I guess that means I’ve had to accept the consequences too.

Last night, we were talking, and I realized I didn’t even know how many times she and her boyfriend, Matthew, have had sex (or “made love,” as she insists on calling it). She didn’t hesitate to tell me. She said they waited until the third date to have full sex—nothing more than a kiss on the first date and some mutual touching on the second. But after that third date, they went back to his place, and, well, you can guess the rest. She even came home afterward and told me all about it.

Since then, they’ve been back to his place three more times. They’ve had sex here once when I wasn’t home, once when I was but in another room, and twice in a hotel during a weekend getaway. Oh, and apparently, they’ve even done it in a movie theater during a matinee. She said the reclining seats made it easy for them. Nine times in three months—at least, that’s what she’s told me.

When I asked her about the future, she made it clear that this isn’t stopping anytime soon. She said she loves this new arrangement and doesn’t see any reason to change it. And since I’m so deep into my baby role, she doesn’t think I’ll want it to change either.

She also told me something that left me speechless: Matthew prefers me this way. He likes that I’m a sissy baby and wants me to be in this role whenever he’s around. And, apparently, he’s going to be around a lot more. She said I should get used to it. It was even his idea to change my diaper the other night, just to show me he’s the man of the house now.

Oh, and for Christmas? Matthew gave me a onesie that said “I Love Daddy.” I didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or just accept that this is my life now.

 

January  15

 

Things are moving fast—way faster than I ever expected. Laura and Matthew’s relationship has progressed so much that it’s honestly left me reeling at times. When we first talked about her having a boyfriend, I thought I understood. I knew she needed something I couldn’t give her, and I accepted that. But I also knew it would be hard for me to deal with, especially as things got more serious.

Knowing Laura, I figured she’d develop feelings for whoever she was intimate with. That part didn’t surprise me. The sex? Strangely enough, that’s been the easiest thing to accept. It’s the emotional side of things that’s really throwing me. Matthew isn’t just someone she’s sleeping with—he’s her boyfriend. A real boyfriend. She lights up when she talks about him, spends hours on the phone with him, and gets excited about planning their next time together. Watching that connection grow between them has been harder than I thought it would be.

At first, I didn’t think I’d be much of a factor in their relationship. I figured I’d just be left at home, lost in my baby world, while they did their thing. I assumed that Matthew would meet “Baby Sofia” at some point, but I thought it would be brief—just a quick hello before they went off together. I never imagined I’d be playing an actual role in this arrangement.

But now, Laura says Matthew will be around a lot more. Apparently, the new plan is for all of us to interact more regularly, and she even hinted that Matthew will be taking a more active role with me as Baby Sofia. I don’t know what that’s going to mean yet, and honestly, I’m not sure if I’m ready to find out.

 

January  22

 

Last night was… unexpected. I got home from an appointment, walked into the living room, and there they were—Laura and Matthew—cuddled up on the sofa watching a movie. I had no idea he was coming over. Laura just grinned at me and said, “Surprise! Why don’t we get you changed into your bedtime clothes and then come join us until it’s your bedtime? Bring your blankie and paci with you.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I just nodded and followed her to the nursery. She changed me into a diaper, plastic panties, and a short baby nightie. It felt humiliating, but I didn’t resist. I never do. Once I was dressed, we went back to the living room. Laura told me to sit on the floor with my blankie while she and Matthew stayed on the couch. She started asking me about my evening, like this was the most normal thing in the world.

After I’d finished answering, she smiled and asked, “Do you have any more thoughts on your age presentation and growing up?” I knew what she was getting at. Before I could think of a good answer, she said, “I don’t think you’re really ready to get out of diapers yet, are you?”

I felt my face flush, but I admitted that I wanted to stay in diapers a while longer. I thought that would be the end of it, but then Matthew chimed in. He said, “You love your diapers and should stay in them at least through summer so you can play outside in them.” I was completely caught off guard by his comment. He sounded so matter-of-fact about it, like he had a say in the matter. Laura didn’t object, and just like that, it was decided—diapers are here to stay.

By 8:30, Laura announced it was bedtime. She handed me a bottle and tucked me in while lullaby music played on the Alexa. I could still hear them laughing faintly in the living room as I drifted off. When I woke up this morning, Matthew was gone. I have no idea how late he stayed or what happened after I went to bed. Not that I have to guess.

This is my new normal, I guess.

 

January  26

Last night was my weekly poker game. It’s always held in the basement, and the guys just let themselves in through the side door. No need to knock—everyone knows the drill. We got started around six, and everything was going smoothly until I went upstairs around 8:00 to grab more ice. That’s when things got... awkward.

As I came up the stairs, I heard voices coming from the living room. Curious, I peeked in, and there they were—Laura and Matthew—curled up on the sofa, watching TV like it was the most natural thing in the world. Meanwhile, a bunch of poker players were just below them, completely unaware.

I didn’t even know Matthew was coming over. Laura didn’t bother to tell me. She just looked up, smiled, and casually asked how I was doing, like this was perfectly normal. I was too stunned to say much more than a quick “hello” before retreating back downstairs. My mind was racing the rest of the night, and let’s just say I didn’t play my best poker.

The game broke up around 1:00 a.m., and when I went back upstairs, the bedroom door was closed. I had no idea if Matthew was still there or not. This morning, Laura was already gone by the time I woke up. She left me a bottle, as usual, but there were no notes, no explanations. Just silence.

That makes two nights in a row that Matthew’s been here. I know Laura said she’d be seeing more of him this year, but I didn’t think it would be this often. It feels like he’s here more than I am.

 

February  2

 

 

Well, it’s official. Laura and Matthew have decided—because apparently, it’s their decision to make—that diapers are now my “regular underwear” for the foreseeable future. No surprises there, I guess. This means I’ll be diapered full-time like a baby. When diapers aren’t practical, I’ll be in training pants, but even those will always be paired with plastic diaper covers. 

As for my beloved collection of panties? Gone. Laura said frilly ruffled panties will only be allowed on “special occasions,” though I have no idea what those might be. My panty drawer—once filled with lace, satin, and every pastel color under the sun—is now being replaced with stacks of plastic diaper covers and training pants. This is my new reality, apparently. 

Oh, and the diapers aren’t just for show. Laura made it clear that they’re to be used whenever possible. I’ve been hinting at it for a while now, so I guess I can’t say I didn’t see this coming. Honestly, it feels like the fantasy I’ve been dreaming of for years is finally becoming reality. 

But now that it’s happening, I can’t help but wonder—will I actually be happy living this way? Only time will tell.

 

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February  10

 

The only people who know about the diapers are Laura and Matthew. It’s a small circle, but I have a feeling that won’t last forever. Living in diapers full-time means I must be extra careful about what I wear outside. Every outfit is a calculated decision to avoid anyone noticing the bulk or the crinkle. So far, I’ve managed to keep it under wraps, but the idea of being found out always lingers in my mind. 

Matthew’s over several evenings a week now, and things between him and Laura are definitely heating up. They’re more physical and affectionate in front of me, which is hard to watch sometimes. Matthew’s also becoming more assertive—bossy, even. He insists that I wear baby clothes whenever he’s here, no exceptions. It’s not enough to just be in diapers; he wants the full look. 

The other day, he casually mentioned that I should expect to spend more time outside in baby clothes as the weather warms up. I laughed nervously, but he didn’t seem to be joking. The thought of being seen like that terrifies me, but with Matthew, I’m starting to realize that what he says usually becomes reality. 

So far, none of my friends know about any of this. But with everything escalating the way it has, I wouldn’t be surprised if that changes sooner rather than later.

 

February  15

 

Last night was one of the most humiliating experiences I’ve had since all of this started. At 6:00, Laura told me to go put on one of my baby dresses—a pink one with matching ruffled panties to wear over my diaper and plastic diaper cover. I didn’t argue. By now, I know better. Once I was dressed, I joined her in the living room. 

At 6:30, Matthew arrived. He didn’t even knock, just let himself in like it was his house. The three of us sat on the couch watching TV. It felt a little awkward but manageable. For about half an hour, things were calm, if you can call this situation “calm.” 

Then Laura told me to go to the fridge and grab my bottle. I hesitated. The thought of walking around in front of Matthew, with my short dress showing off my ruffled panties, was too much. I started to complain—probably more than I should have. That’s when Matthew stepped in. 

He told me to stand up, and before I could process what was happening, he grabbed my ruffled panties and yanked them down to my ankles, exposing my diapered bottom. I froze. Completely shocked. And then, just like that, he pulled me over his knee. He started spanking me—right there, in front of Laura. The diaper and plastic cover softened the blows, so it didn’t hurt much, but the sound of it echoed in the room, and the humiliation was unbearable. I couldn’t bring myself to move or say anything. I just let it happen. 

When he was done, he told me to stand up and leave the panties around my ankles. I stood there, facing the TV, feeling ridiculous and exposed. After what felt like forever, he told me to pull them back up and sit down. Laura didn’t say a word. She just went to the kitchen, got my bottle, and fed it to me while I sat there, blushing and wishing I could disappear. 

They put me to bed shortly after. Nothing more was said about the spanking, and Laura didn’t seem bothered by Matthew taking it upon himself to discipline me. The whole thing was so surreal. I still don’t know what to make of it.

 

February  20

 

Laura told me yesterday that Matthew would be joining us for dinner. As usual, this wasn’t just a casual meal—I was “strongly encouraged” to change into a cute baby outfit around 5:30. Honestly, I was surprised she didn’t tell me to get ready for bed instead. She kept me out of the kitchen, so I had no idea what she was cooking. Matthew arrived shortly after six, greeting Laura with affection like they were a couple. I still haven’t gotten used to seeing them like that—it’s uncomfortable, to say the least. 

As I turned away to watch TV, trying to ignore the romantic energy in the room, Matthew laughed and said, “Oh, I think we’re embarrassing the baby.” Laura just smiled and told him to grab a beer. Nobody bothered offering me anything, of course. 

Matthew hung around in the kitchen, chatting with Laura while I sat there feeling invisible. When dinner was ready, Matthew took the head of the table while I was tucked into the backside, up against the wall. Laura tied a bib around my neck and laid a dish towel over my lap. I should’ve known then that this wasn’t going to be a normal meal. 

Dinner was spaghetti, salad, and—for me—a cup of applesauce. When I looked for a fork, I realized there wasn’t one. Laura casually informed me, “Forks are too dangerous for babies. Let me know if you need me to feed you.” I tried eating spaghetti with just a spoon, and it was a disaster. The first bite slid right off and splattered on the bib, and by the time I finished, I was a complete mess. Laura and Matthew found it hilarious. 

After dinner, Laura cleaned me up like a toddler and then told me to sit on the floor and play with my toys. I positioned myself so my back was to them, partly to block their view of me fumbling with the baby toys and partly so I didn’t have to watch them kiss. Their laughter and whispered conversations filled the room while I tried to focus on stacking blocks. 

At 7:30, Matthew said, “I have an idea.” I braced myself, assuming it was bedtime. But instead, he suggested, “How about some ice cream?” My stomach perked up immediately—I was still hungry after my pitiful dinner portion—but then Laura mentioned we were out. I thought that would be the end of it, but Matthew said, “Let’s go for a drive and get some at Dairy Queen.” 

I prayed he meant just the two of them, but Laura grabbed my coat without hesitation. This was it—my first time out in public dressed as “Baby Sofia.” At least the coat covered me from my neck to my waist. I climbed into the backseat, relieved Matthew didn’t have a car seat back there, and stayed as quiet as possible during the drive. 

When we got to the window, Matthew ordered two cones for them and a baby cone for me. The girl at the window looked puzzled, and I nearly died of embarrassment when Matthew handed me the tiny cone, saying, “Here you go, kiddo.” He and Laura both laughed as I stared out the window, avoiding eye contact with the cashier. 

By the time we got back home, I was exhausted—mentally and emotionally. Laura changed my diaper while Matthew watched, but thankfully, he didn’t offer to take over this time. As soon as I was tucked into bed, I stopped caring about what they were doing. I was just glad the night was over.

 

February  28

 

 

This past weekend, Laura and I finally had a long talk—one of those “big picture” conversations that we’ve been avoiding for a while. We spent hours discussing everything: Baby Sofia, Matthew, our feelings, and where we’re headed as a couple (or whatever we are now). It wasn’t easy. Some things hurt to hear, and we uncovered a few misunderstandings along the way, but in the end, I think we both walked away with a clearer understanding of each other’s hopes and expectations.  

But just when I thought we’d covered everything, Laura dropped a bombshell. We were discussing spring plans, and she casually suggested I consider returning to Las Vegas for a week in April. I was surprised—Vegas hadn’t even been on my radar this year—so I asked her why she wanted me to go. That’s when she confessed: she and Matthew have been talking about using that week to stay together while I’m gone.  

Apparently, they’ve been planning this for a while. Not only that, but they’ve even floated the idea of taking their own vacation—maybe somewhere like Las Vegas. When I asked what that would even look like, Laura said we could all fly there together, sitting next to each other on the plane like one big happy group. Then, once we landed, they would head off on their own while I spent the week doing my own thing.  

I didn’t even know how to respond. I just sat there, stunned. The idea of sitting on a plane with them, knowing I’m just a placeholder while they go off to play “real couple” in Vegas, is almost too much to process. I mean, what am I supposed to do—wish them a good time and go wander the Strip alone?  

Laura acted like this was all perfectly reasonable, like this is just how things work now. I don’t know. Maybe it is. But hearing it out loud made it feel so *real*. I’m not sure how I feel about this—jealous, left out, maybe even a little relieved to have the house to myself for a week.  

Or maybe it’s all of the above.  

 

 

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