Posted by LuLu on December 04, 1998 at 09:12
My story goes back a long way to my childhood. I was an only child as my mother had trouble conceiving me and could not get pregnant again. I lived on a farm without many frends and I was spoiled big time. I got anything I wanted any time, a new dress, doll, bike, you get the picture. My parents were very overprotective though and babied me a lot but I loved the attention. I wet the bed, and I wet and pooped my pants mostly because I liked the feeling and I got extra attention. I continued this into public school but soon found that there wasn't anyone else who thought it was alright to use your panties as a toilet. I peed my pants at resess and was laughted at and my teacher got very mad. I restricted my activities to home where I was protected from the scorn of others.
As I got older I had my "accidents" less and less. I came to understand that my secret activities were not socially acceptable. I did have a few accidents in high school but I made sure that only my mom knew aboult them. One thing I didn't give up was bedwetting. This was great, especially when I was wearing a diaper as I could enjoy the feeling all night without getting cold or clammy. Again my parents didn't seem to care and my mother and I actually talked about it (when no one else was around).
In college I met a man who made me wet my panties in a different way. Sex was great, fantastic and he was wonderfull. I had no intention of loosing this guy so I decided to stay on the straight and narrrow without any pee shananigans. When I took him home to meet my Mom and Dad they hit it off right away. But I almost died when it was time for bed and my mother infomed me that my diapers were moved to the spare room because she needed the drawer space for storage. This within earshy of by boyfriend. He didn't say anything at the time, just gave me a funny look.
When we left the farm he asked me in the car what was the diaper thing about. I lied, I told him that I had had several bladder infections in the past that made me wet the bed from time to time. I said I told my mother that I thought I was getting another. He seemed O.K. with the explination at the time but about two hours on the road he asked me out of the blue if I had ever peed my pants. I was stunned, I felt excited yet really embarrassed. I asked him why he asked and he explained that if I wet the bed when I had an infection that it would stand to reason I would pee in my pants as well. I went along and said yes once or twice. Then he asked if I wore a diaper last night. I almost died again. His questions were making me feel nervous. I told him yes. Where you wet this morning? Why? I just want to know. I started to tease him a little and said that I'm not going to tell. The conversation died. After another couple of hours I told him that I needed to go to the bathroom and could he stop at the next station. He said we were just about home and could I wait. Then he said that you can always pee in your panties if you really need to. Two things really struck me as funny at the time. Someone saying "pee in your panties" and the words comming from my boyfrend. God, was this real. I asked him what he would do if I did. He pulled the car to the side of the road and stopped, looked straight in my eyes an said "I guess I'd have to change you." I looked at him and said what about your car seat. He didn't say a thing, just put his hand on mine. Silence. I looked down, spread my legs a little and let go. After I started I looked back at him. I have never ever seen him that turned on. When I finished he felt my pants and legs and we spent some time crying ,kissing and petting. We arrived back at my appartment about 20 minutes later ,he did what he promised and more. I had never ever been that hot before or since. He removed my wet jeans at the door, layed me on the bed and removed my panties, took a wash cloth and cleaned me up then dried me with a towel. The rest you can guess. I spent the night in a diaper and we had more love making in the morning.
We have been married for 12 years now. Seen some ups and downs but mort every day is great and at least a little wet.
Bye for now
LuLu
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