a diapered camp fire

Well I had a very interesting 4th of July with the wife. We had planned on taking our daughter out to see the fireworks downtown, but decided to be lazy and stay in. It would have been hours past her bedtime anyway, so we felt it easier to stay home, have a fire out back, and enjoy each others company. Turns out you can just see the fireworks from our house!

Anyway, I hadn't been diapered all day, so while my wife was lighting the fire, I went inside and diapered up. I came back out with all the essentials for an evening of campfire fun. We had marshmallows, gram crackers, chocolate bars, poking sticks, and beer. We talked about all sorts of things during the night and, after a couple beers, I had to pee.

Now when I told my wife about my diaper fetish years ago, she clearly said she didn't want me to use a diaper around her, and she didn't want to see used diapers in the house. That was fine by me because I enjoyed just lounging around in a clean diaper anyway. I still would occasionally wet when she wasn't home though, which was fine with me.

Just about that time, my wife said she had to pee and was going inside, I said I had to as well, but I was in the middle of making a s'more so couldn't go in. When she came back I stood up and said "Well I guess I have to do the same."

My wife looked at me and said, "Well, you're wearing one of your thingies so..."

There was a brief pause. "I am aren't I." I replied, and sat back down.

My mind was racing at this point. She has joked about me wetting, or my diaper being full, in the past, but she has never told me to wet it. I started imagining what would happen next. Would she bring it up again? Would she notice my wet diaper waddle? Would she smack my butt as I walked by her later (she frequently does that), feel the dampness and comment on it? Would she offer to change me later?

I had so many questions, and my diaper was slowly growing heavier.

By the end of the night I was significantly wet, but not very tired. She was tired, and was going to bed. I spoke up saying, "Yeah I need to get changed, so I'll follow you in." She said nothing in reply.

She climbed into bed and I kissed her good night. I grabbed a new diaper and baby powder from the closet on my way out. I changed on the couch that night, but I still count it as a win in my book.