My wife's date

I sat in the back seat of what not long ago was my prize new Porsche SUV.My hands kept right where my wife required. Neatly folded on my lap. I knew better than to fidget. The mirror she had set up to keep an eye on me, had led to more than one punishment.In the drivers seat my gorgeous wife was blasting the radio and singing along to "it's raining men". Her blonde hair, and perfect breasts bounced to the rhythm.

She was wearing her favorite deep v mesh red mini dress that barely covered her crotchless black panties, her outfit completed with stunning black "fuck me" heels.She had smiled ear to ear clearly in a much better mood than she had been half an hour before. When she was walloping my ass scolding me angrily.She caught my downcast face in the mirror and momentarily took pity."Oh poor baby, why so sad? Aren't you excited you finally get to meet the stud I've been hooking up with? Aren't you thrilled to see how happy thinking about his amazing cock is making me? I can't wait to be riding it.Are you sad because of how angry I got when your babysitter first cancelled? Baby you have to understand how much I have been looking forward to a real man's dick all week. And you had just zipped me up in this sexy outfit. you know how sexy and horny I get when you're getting me ready for a date.And the the babysitter cancelled and my night was ruined. I was stuck with a useless bedwetting loser. And then I saw that smirk on your face, like you were happy I wasn't gonna be riding my big boy.Or were you happy that your babysitter Ms. Betsy wouldn't spend the night teasing you about what a sissy baby you are? I know you hate how she treats you like just another one of the babies she takes care of. And her laughing when she is putting you in your bedtime diapers, at that pathetic two inch flopsy of yours, all locked up in your chastity cage.Remember how she sent me that hilarious clip of your 7:30 bedtime routine? My real man laughed so hard as we watched it together.I can see why you hate it so much. You looked miserable as she supervised your potty time, looking down and reminding you:"Try really hard to make tinkles sweetie. If you are wet again, you won't get a smiley face on your bedwetting chart. And that will be your third frown in a row. What does that mean?You stared up blushing. And croaked out,"A spanking Ms. Betsy"She scowled down at you, "Are you trying to look up my skirt, you little pervert?""No Ma'am" you trembled."Or (she teased) is it these big soft boobs making you drool?Are you hungry little guy? I'll feed you before you go to sleep. But you can suck on this for now." She pinched your cheek, and stuck a pacifier in your mouth.

You blushed and released a stream of urine.She smiled and clapped condescendingly."What a good little one. You are using the potty."Then reaching down and flicking your little pink chastity cage she remarked. "It's a good thing that tiny little clitty is all locked up as it could never satisfy a woman.Thankfully your wife is out with someone who can handle her sexy body right." As she walked you over to the changing table and lay you on your diaper changing mat she asked:"Tell me again why you need diapers?" You turned your head away and squeaked."Because" "Because what? "Because umm, I wet the bed sometimes". "Sometimes? Let's have a look at your sissy bedwetter chart, shall we? I see a lot of frowns. What are those for?""When I am wet" you whimpered."Only three smiley faces this whole week, how many do you need to get out of diapers""Thirty smiley faces in a row""Oh you poooor thing, it doesn't look like you will be potty trained anytime soon. I guess it's diapers for you loser. Remind me again, do big boys wear diapers?""No""I can't hear you, speak up. Who needs diapers?" "Babies""That's right babies need diapers. Like the the little baby in front of me.That's okay I'm perfectly happy to babysit sissy babies like you.And your wife is being taken care, so no need to worry your pretty little head.Now it's time for beddy bye, here's a dolly I brought just for you. What do you say?You answered"Thank you, Ms. Betsy.""Oh you are welcome cutie pie. Am I forgetting something? Oh yes I promised you would be fed."Her hand touched her boobies, and for a second I thought I would be rewarded with a real woman's breast. But she was only adjusting them."I've got three baby bottles ready for you to drink up and then it's night night."My wife laughed As she recounted the video."No wonder you are never dry in the morning after you get babysat. But you are not entirely useless, when my man watched that show he got rock hard. He gets off seeing a sissy loser put in their place. And boy did he show me what a real man does with a rock hard nine inch cock. Just thinking about it has me wet.Anyway, My point is you shouldn't have smirked when the babysitter cancelled. It was my job to discipline you with a proper over the knees spanking with your punishment paddle. Of course ever since that time you pissed yourself during your paddling, I've had to protect my clothes by putting you in a diaper first.You got lucky your spanking was cut short when my man texted that I could just bring you along. I stopped at only fifty swats, but you still have another fifty saved for later. I know you only normally have to wear diapers to bed and when you get spanked. But I left you in them because you might get nervous when you meet my real man and have an accident. And I put your plastic panties on to make sure you don't leak in the restaurant if you do wet yourself.For once I was happy to be wearing plastic panties as much as I hated the baby prints they were covered in. I didn't wet myself except at night, but I wouldn't want to take the chance of the humiliation I would be put through if somehow I did.My wife continued,"Now I expect you to be on your best behavior when you meet my stud. And you had better thank the nice gentlemen for letting you come along, and for taking care of my womanly needs."Oh look here we are."We pulled up to an expensive restaurant which I knew was going to cost me at least five hundred dollarsAs the valet opened the door for my stunning wife and she took his hand and stepped out looking like a starlet. Then she came around back and opened my door. "Well, get out." I hesitated nervously, I wasn't looking forward to meeting her stud, and I certainly wasn't properly dressed for this place. The only pants that fit over the diaper I had been put in, were sweatpants, and my t-shirt was pink, of course by this point I was just glad she hadn't made me wear my "I'm a bedwetter" t-shirt, that she thought was a great joke when she gave it to me as a present. I remember how she made me thank her over and over for the humiliating garment."Well hurry up"I jumped out and closed the door."Where is your diaper bag baby?"I froze, the car started to pull away.She shouted to the valet, wait, he forgot his diaper bag. The car stopped."Get it and don't forget to thank the nice man for stopping."I dove in grabbed the bag and stammered a thank you. The valet smirked with a "don't worry about it."My wife sashayed into the restaurant as I waddled behind, and greeted a tall black man with movie star looks. They embraced and kissed passionately. When they finished he glanced my way. "So this is the sissy" She turned towards me."Well don't be shy, say hello to the nice man"I stuttered a hello."Well that won't do. I told him you were polite and respectful. Don't you have something to tell him?"I remembered my instructions and mumbled a "thank you.""Thank you for what, sissy?" she said."Thank you for letting me come along tonight.""And?""And for taking care of my wife's needs."He chuckled and said, "For letting you come along, SIR"I repeated "For letting me come along Sir""That's better. Your training is off to a good start. Are you going to be an obedient little sissy?"I knew there was only one reply."Yes Sir, thank you Sir."He patted my head with a,"Good sissy, you may be seated."I took my seat and they immediately fell into intimate conversation. With entirely too much flirting, petting, and kissing for my liking.I sat silently, knowing any attention would be humiliating.The waitress arrived and they placed their orders, when she turned to get mine, my wife interjected, " he's not hungry, a glass of water will be fine, thank you."The waitress giggled and moved on.My wife turned to me and said "I am being considerate of you sweetie. You know I can't trust you to eat in a fancy place like this without a bib, and I thought you might be shy about wearing it. But if you want I will order you something to eat."I stammered out, "umm may I please not wear my bib, I will be very careful, and I'm really hungry.""sorry baby," she replied. "You know the rules. If you are really good, and beg hard enough, this big hot hunk here might supply you some protein later. I'm sure you won't mind wearing your bib for that."

Part of me was excited. Occasionally when she had come home my wife would let me between her legs. As humiliating as it was to bury my face in another mans creampie, I would eagerly put on my bib, to be anywhere near her forbidden "big girl parts". Part of me was panicked, I suspected she was going to make me get the "protein" directly from the source.

She continued, "now me and my hot date want to have adult fun, I need you to be a good sissy, and keep quiet.In fact hand me your diaper bag."She pulled out a pacifier and set it next to me on the table. "If I hear a peep out of you, I'm going to give you two option, this paci, or your thumb is going in your mouth the rest of the evening. Do you understand me?"I shuddered and nodded."And one more thing, your hands stay on the table, I don't want you rubbing your diapy like some pervert. I know you might get excited when our hands are under the table playing with each other. I can't help enjoying his big sexy cock, which as you know is not in a cage all diapered up. And it always leads to him exploring under my mini dress, which drives me wild. If you think you will be bored, tell me now and I can get out your Barbie coloring book."

I shook my head no."That's a good little sissy."I sat in silence watching them enjoy each others company, half wishing that I was home with my babysitter, even if I had to endure her humiliations and spankings.Eventually they finished their feasts, along with a couple bottles of wine, and got up to leave.As they walked away, I sat panicking. Were they going to leave me with no money, or car to try to get home on my own?But suddenly my wife playfully slapped her man, and stopped and looked back, "oh we almost forgot sissy," she turned to me. "well come along I can't wait to get home.

Home? She normally went to a hotel. I hated the thought of this man entering our home. But it clearly wasn't going to be my call to make.Soon I was buckled in the back seat while this stranger was driving my car and my wife sat in the passenger seat playing with his cock practically drooling. I thought to myself she should be the one who has to wear a bib.She worked his cock out of his pants, and I barely believed my eyes. She wasn't lying when she said he had a nine inch cock. I hadn't realized they could be so massive. It was oozing precum, and I couldn't stop staring."Oh looks like your a little excited baby," she purred as she played with his cock. And then she looked back."What about you? Did you stay dry?" Thankfully I had. I nodded proudly, feeling stupid that I could be proud of not soaking a diaper. Truthfully I was desperate to pee, but I was holding out determined to prove I'm not a baby.