A Woman Unspermed by SallyKA

A Woman Unspermed 2

After several engrossing hours on the internet, Jen was sitting in a comfortable chair, looking out the window and considering her options. After a second cup of coffee, she decided that the housework could wait, and that she’d go shopping.

She returned a couple of hours later, and packed away most of her purchases, humming to herself as she worked.

Peter arrived just before five. He must have hurried home, Jen thought. She ran a hand through her long blonde hair and straightened her new track pants. She didn’t know what it was about track pants - Peter had a pair and she’d never given them a moment’s thought. They were hardly the sexiest piece of clothing, after all. But Jen had seen so many busy women at the supermarket in them, it just seemed about time she bought some. They certainly were comfortable.

‘Hi Pete,’ she said brightly. ‘How was work?’

‘OK,’ Peter replied, wondering, as he had been for the whole drive home, if he was going to be treated to a little afternoon delight like yesterday’s. He had been trying to work it out all day. Jen was highly sexed, he knew that before they married, but the odd ‘baby’ episode yesterday had him puzzled. Oh well, he’d thought, maybe she just wants to experiment. As long as it meant hot sex, he’d be her happy guinea pig, he thought with a grin.

Peter performed his usual routine of briefcase tossing and tie removal in the bedroom, then wandered back into the living room. Jen was squatting in front of the TV, adjusting something.

‘New pants?’ asked Peter, noting the broad expanse of interlock covering her shapely ass.

‘Yep,’ said Jen, ‘I got sick of being cold and uncomfortable.’

‘And sexy,’ said Peter, walking into the kitchen to get a drink. He was a little disappointed. He had hurried home for a repeat of yesterday’s bout of sex, and here is his formerly hotly dressed wife in baggy, decidedly un-hot track pants. I guess I’ll have to wait until tonight, he thought resignedly.

That evening, after a run around the nearby park, Peter sat on the side of the bed, removing socks. Jen flopped down on the bed next to him, and cuddled up to him from behind. Peter knew the signals well, and turned towards her. A few minutes later, Peter was sitting back against the pillows while Jen was playfully tugging at his stiff penis through Peter’s pants.

‘Easy - remember what happened yesterday,’ said Peter, laughing.

‘Mmmm, poor baby…’ replied Jen, ceasing her activities and pulling herself up the bed.

Peter thought she might have cooled off, but she put her hand behind his head and drew him towards her. And downwards. Peter kissed her neck, then the soft skin between her breasts through her t-shirt, then moved further down, before his pleasant progress was halted by Jen pulling up her t-shirt.

Here we go again, thought Peter. I wonder what’s got into her.

Jen tugged her shirt up to the bottom of her breast. Keep going, Peter thought. Then he screwed his eyes shut as Jen’s cold fingers found their way to his penis. Jen pulled at the bottom of her bra, unzipping the lower edge of the cup, and pulled Peter’s head up to the nipple. Peter looked up at her. He felt very odd, being put on the teat like that, and looking up at his wife. It’s a damn good thing I’m the boss at work, he thought, because I let her get away with murder here.

Jen gave his prick a soft squeeze, and Peter’s head swam. Why isn’t this in the books, he thought.

He closed his eyes again, and suckled away. The combination of the suckling and the fellatio was hypnotic. Jen seemed to be stroking him in time with his sucking. Like milking a cow, Peter thought, suddenly realising that he must be sucking like a baby does. Suck…swallow…suck…swallow…. Except that there was nothing to suck, and nothing to swallow. He sucked on, even beginning to bend his body in time to the sucking and stroking.

He felt the familiar rising tide in his crotch, and reached down urgently to stop Jen’s hand’s rhythmic grip on his penis.

Jen managed to grab Peter’s hand almost without missing a beat, and guided it under his pants to the warm little cave her own hand had created, then wrapped it around his thick dick. She held his hand under hers for a few strokes, until Peter was stroking himself in the same insistent beat his lips were following.

‘No, no…’ he said, remembering the previous day’s events.

‘It’s ok baby, it’s ok…’ Jan whispered, as Peter realized that he would have to take this to its conclusion.

Jan stroked Peter’s head, and held her breast up to him as he sucked harder and harder, and began breathing heavily around her nipple,

his saliva dribbling down her chest.

With a groan and a final, huge suck, Peter came. He shivered and stopped moving. He was panting, and his saliva was running over Jen’s breast and down her stomach. It was all over Peter’s poor face, she noticed.

She let him lay there for a few minutes, then pulled herself gently away from him and zipped up her bra cup.

Peter sighed and rolled onto his back.

‘Oh, Jen!!’ he said. He sighed again. ‘You are magic!’

Jen look at the big wet spot in his pants.

‘Oh baby, you need to change again,’ she said, stroking his head and kissing his forehead.

Who cares? thought Peter. God, she’s a great wife! She doesn’t care about the wet spot, obviously, he thought.

‘In a minute,’ he said, lying back on the bed and closing his eyes.

Jen let him sleep. He always wanted to sleep after sex. And thanks for asking about my needs! she thought. I’m fine on my own, thank you, she answered herself, and stood up to slide her pants off. She was wearing full cotton briefs, not her usual garb, and homely as apple pie, but nice and comfortable. She thought about Peter, messing himself again, and now covered in his own drool. Dear baby, she thought, and began to rub herself through the baggy white material. After a minute, spent contemplating Peter’s wet crotch while she intensified her rubbing, she moved her hand inside her pants, and brought herself to a series of quiet, shuddering orgasms.

Four days later, Peter was delegating so hard in order to get home at the end of the day that his secretary thought he must have developed an after-work golf habit.

Jen’s little games were becoming a routine. Peter had noticed the strange bra soon enough. He’d never seen one before, he said. Jen assured him they were very popular for just the purpose they were using them for. Peter shrugged and was impressed that bra manufacturer’s took into account such adult activities. He was less impressed with Jen’s worsening sense of dress. Not only was she going around in a track suit with her hair up, but she’d taken to wearing big, baggy cotton panties. Not that he’d been in there lately. Peter had realized that it was nearly a week since they’d had proper sex. As orgasms go, he was losing nothing, because, even at the cost of sticky pants, he was better off in quality if not kind.

They, or Jen to be precise, had got things down to a fine art. A cuddle on the sofa or bed, followed by the magic sucking and wanking. He couldn’t believe she didn’t mind. Maybe she gets off on it, he thought. Again, who cares! I Am Loving This, he told himself time and again. She didn’t have to start the hand-job any more, either. Peter knew the script - he would begin rubbing himself as soon as the nipple entered his mouth now. More, he’d tried a furtive wank at work, intended to stop him coming too soon that evening, but it just wasn’t the same. ‘I need the nipple!’ he told himself with a smile.

So, as for the last few evenings, Jan and Peter were getting ready to start their little game.

‘Honey,’ Jan said as Peter lay on the bed, already aroused and fondling himself through his track pants.

‘What,’ he asked, turning towards her. She was standing beside the bed in her big panties and her hefty looking zippered bra. Peter still couldn’t get over the coolness of the manufacturers. Someone there must suck tit, he thought.

‘Honey, you know your little accidents…’ she said, leaning over and kissing him with a lingering, soft kiss.

‘Mmm…er…yeah?’ said Peter, somewhat defensively. They were hardly ‘his’ accidents - and not that little, he thought smugly.

‘Well I think we should save washing those clothes to death,’ Jen said.

‘What do you mean,’ said Peter, mystified.

‘I’ve got something for you,’ Jen said, reaching under the bed.

Peter watched her pull out a flat bulky-looking item.

‘No!’ Peter said. He may not know much about babies, but he recognised that. It was one of those adult diapers - the ones they use in hospitals on geriatrics. He wasn’t wearing that!

‘Baby, it’s just to help. Do it for me, please baby?’ Jen said, kissing him again and opening the diaper with a crackle.

Peter thought about it. He was making a mess, and she did have to do the washing. No-one would ever know.

‘I don’t want to, but I’ll try it tonight, ok?’ he said, proud of his willingness to compromise.

Jen had already started pulling his pants off. She removed his briefs as well, and Peter raised his bottom as she slid the diaper beneath. Must have race memory about doing that, he thought.

Soon he was securely taped in. He wondered how he would get his hand in, but decided to maybe break some of the tapes at the appropriate time. Jen never thought ahead.

Now Jen was threading his pants back over his feet.

‘Hey,’ said Peter.

‘We don’t want baby to get a chill, do we?’ said Jen in a silly, sweet voice.

‘It’s just once, ok?’ said Peter.

‘Shh baby,’ said Jen, pulling Peter’s pants up nearly to his ribcage and drawing her hand down over the big wad of thick diaper that now curved over his penis. Peter felt the tingle go right up his spinal cord.

‘Come here, baby,’ said Jen.

Peter complied, and was soon suckling happily. He tried to stroke himself through the layers of cloth, but he couldn’t make much impression.

‘Let Mommy do that,’ said Jen softly, taking Peter’s hand away and beginning to knead the padded crotch with her own hand.

Peter continued sucking, and instead of tugging from inside, Jen simply applied regular pressure to Peter’s diapered genitals.

As he approached his climax, Jen removed her hand and pulled Peter’s track pants, and the diaper beneath, up as tight as she could.

Peter came with a shout, and nearly swallowed Jen’s breast. Jen let go of everything, while Peter arched and stiffened.

‘Jen, no, no, please stop, oh please…Jen…’ Peter wailed.

Jen watched his climax subside, with Peter, eyes tight shut, trying to push away a phantom hand from his tightly trapped penis. Jen smiled.

Peter turned to his wife.

‘Oh God, Jan, what were you doing to me?’ he asked breathlessly.

‘Just making you happy, baby, now it’s bedtime,’ she said.

Peter could still feel wavelets of pleasure washing through his groin. He rolled onto his stomach in a subtle attempt to prolong the pressure and the pleasure.

Jan smiled again at him. Not hard to read, she thought. She got up and at the bedside next to Peter.

‘Come one bubba, ups-a-daisy’ Jen said.

‘Why…bedtime,’ said Peter. He was quite comfortable.

‘Come one Petie, mommy wants to get your pants off,’ said Jen.

Peter stirred. Oh well, he thought, but she can drop the ‘Petie’.

Peter groaned and stood up, zapping his nervous with another jolt of pleasure as the slippery interior of the diaper slid across his still-swollen penis.

Jen pulled down his track pants, and took them to the dresser, where she folded them on the chair. At least they were still dry, thought Peter. And what about the diaper? He wasn’t sure whether to untape it or not. Well, he was telling himself that. He actually liked the feel of it. He would never tell Jen, but it actually felt good, at least on a stiff prick with a bit of lubrication, he thought. He began to pull at the tape.

‘Oh leave that on, baby,’ she said airily from the dresser.

Peter feigned unwillingness.

‘Why?’ he asked aggressively.

‘Well, you might have another little accident,’

Peter rolled his eyes.

‘And beside you look so adorable in them,’ Jen said in that same silly voice, and kissed him on the nose.

Peter didn’t care for the ‘adorable’, but he was enjoying the tightness. He pretended to go along, and was soon asleep next to his wife, wearing his first diapers for nearly twenty five years.

When he was soundly asleep, jen pulled back for the covers, and ove rthe next half hour she and her fingers enjoyed themselves immensely.

Jen slipped out of bed, and got on the net. She went to the story pages she’d found, and read some more. She was getting her ideas from several sources, and putting them all together to weave a sort of web around her husband. As she sat, her hand found her crotch again. She could hardly complain about Peter’s mess, she thought. Her own panties were so wet that she could push a good half inch into her vagina through the wet and slippery cotton. A few minutes later, she primped her hair, which was still up, and looked over her nursing bra to her big white, and currently wet, pants. She was starting to feel like a real mom.

Peter woke first, and woke Jen as he moved around.

‘What’s up darling?’ Jen asked sleepily.

‘Bathroom,’ said Peter shortly.

‘Use your diaper,’ said Jen, sitting up on one elbow.

Peter looked at her.

‘Well, go on - that’s what it’s for. And it’s wet already.’

Peter blinked.

‘Go on, baby, mommy wants you to,’ Jen pleaded.

Peter was torn between playing her game, and embarrassing himself.

‘Jen, I can’t just…’

‘Then go back to sleep,’ Jen said crossly, turning over. ‘It’s not even 7am yet,’ she added.

Peter lay there.

‘You don’t mean it, do you?’ he asked his silent wife.

Jen turned around again and looked at him.

‘Petie baby,’ she said seriously, ‘You’re wearing a diaper. You’ve been messing your pants…’

‘That’s different,’ Peter interrupted.

‘…You’ve been messing your pants for the last week, just take advantage of the diaper. Will you wet your dydee for mommy?’ Jen asked, suddenly all sweetness. She put her bed-warm hand on Peter’s stomach and gently kneaded it.

Peter wasn’t sure whether he was aroused or desperate to go, but when Jen kissed him his years of defences failed him, and he lost control. He kept peeing until his bladder was completely empty, and felt much better for it. It wasn’t so bad after all, he thought.

Jen had been watching him. Peter’s eyes gradually focused back on hers.

‘Good baby,’ said Jen, kissing him again. ‘Now, sleepy-byes.’

Peter was unsure what was happening. He felt great. He should feel embarrassed. He looked over at the wonderful woman he had married. She made him miss his mom, in a funny way, with the diaper and everything. What if she had been his mom, he thought, He would still be with his mommy, she would change him…

With such irrational thoughts, Peter fell asleep. His pleasant dreams concerned Jen playing with him on the floor, and then changing his diaper. Peter sleepily rolled onto his stomach, and dreamed of suckling his dream wife, ejaculating more semen into his sodden diaper in the process.